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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 24, 2009 1:57:18 GMT
*Is distracted by his hand sliding down for a whole three seconds, giving him a dry look afterwards*
*Eyes soften and she mentally shrugs, thinking*
Leave it to me to start seeing things.
*Turns her head to one side, laying it against his chest*
Hn...Nevermind. You looked sad for a bit, that's all.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 24, 2009 2:02:10 GMT
*Mentally flinches at her words. He didn't want her to see that, especially when she makes him so happy.*
*Innocently.*
Did I? Nah, couldn't have, I've nothing to be sad about.
*Keeping his hand on her hip the other strokes her wet hair softly.*
I'm in the shower with the most beautiful witch in the world. No one could be happier than I.
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 24, 2009 2:20:59 GMT
*Snickers, wishing he knew how happy she was at the moment.*
You're happy now, eh? So would the towel rack be happier here-
In bed
-the Leaky-
In bed
-the front room-
Couch!
-or at the shop?
Broom!?
*Katie has to bite her tongue to keep from cracking up at her mind's random interruptions- while keeping a straight face about the broom image as well.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 24, 2009 2:29:41 GMT
*Eyes glitter with amusement as he pecks the tip of her nose.*
The towel rack is most happy where ever you seem to be.
*Starts to notice the water cooling down.*
Ah... We've wasted all the hot water.
*Glances down at the both of them.*
At least we're clean.
*Slips a hand past the shower curtain, and blindly he reaches for a towel that is hanging on the actual towel rack.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 24, 2009 2:40:59 GMT
*Whistles innocently as he reaches for the towel and she accidentally slides against the not-so-actual towel rack as she steals the cloth from him. Stepping out of the shower, Katie turns back to him and holds the towel open, infront of her, covering her without actually touching her skin.*
C'mon then!
*Smiles, standing dripping wet on the bathroom floor*
Stop wasting water, you lazy bum.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 24, 2009 2:45:00 GMT
*Shivers as she brushes against his most sensitive of areas, almost reaching out to grab her. He chuckles as she takes the towel away from him.*
*Not one to disobey a direct order from such a smoking hot witch, Greyson steps lightly out of the shower, turning off the water at he goes.*
We'll have to do that again.
*Smiles hopefully before shaking all the water out of his short hair, sending drops of water everywhere.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 24, 2009 3:01:25 GMT
* as water flies everywhere around the room, holding the towel up to keep it out of her face. She smirks* Do this again? But weren't you the one who walked out first? *Walks over to him, and starts sliding the towel all around his frame to dry him off.* Might want to be careful though, or we'll start taking showers more for this instead of washing up. *Moves to stand behind him, still drying him off. Mutters* Even though things like this are better than just getting clean.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 24, 2009 3:07:02 GMT
*Chuckles softly, still kicking himself mentally for leaving in the first place.*
Let's just say I've learned my lesson, kay?
*Eyes flutter shut as she begins to towel him dry, a soft moan escaping his throat.*
Any reason to do that again is good enough for me.
*Opens his eyes and winks at her before she moves to his back.*
Mhmm, they really are, aren't they?
*Turns around to face her, pulling the towel out of her hands, dropping it to the floor. He takes a quick glance down at her still wet shape, and licks his lips, reaching for a dry towel.*
May I?
*Holds the towel out to dry her off.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 24, 2009 3:14:40 GMT
*Looks into his eyes as the towel slides out of her hands, licking her lips as his eyes race over her wet form.*
I dunno, love...
*Grins wickedly and sets her hands on her hips, tilting her head to the side*
Do you think you can handle it?
Wouldn't want you getting overwhelmed or anything- you can't walk out.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 24, 2009 3:24:35 GMT
*Quirks a brow at her, letting the towel slip from his hands.*
I can't, can I?
*Moves to the door, grasping, and turning the knob.*
Hmm...
*Pulls the door open and glances to her over his shoulder, teasing her.*
Looks like I can, the door works just fine.
*Lifts a foot as if to step out of the door.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 24, 2009 3:35:33 GMT
*Gasps as he turns towards the door, shivering as she watches him walk*
You wouldn't.
*Expression is the opposite, asking if he really would.*
Nhmm...
*Licks her lips*
Greyson get back in here! You win.
*Kicks the towel to him*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 24, 2009 21:50:01 GMT
*Grins mischievously, snickering as he turns away from the door, facing her. He licks his lips, crossing his arms over his chest, following the towel as it slides across the floor over to him with his eyes.*
And that my dear is something I think you will have to get used to.
*Chuckles at his cheek, using his feet to kick the towel up to his hand.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 24, 2009 22:49:34 GMT
Get used to you doing what I say? That could work.[/s]
*The smart remark is on the tip of her tongue, but she keeps her mouth shut as he kicks up the towel. She knows she doesn't have enough self-control to stay in one piece if he walks out again.*
*Licking her lips, Katie has to remind herself to keep breathing and not collapse. The air in the room and the water on her skin mix, and makes her shiver lightly.*
Greyson.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 24, 2009 22:56:20 GMT
*Feeling all confident he reaches out to catch the towel, his head turning up to look at Katie the moment she speaks his name. So mesmerized by the way she said it, Greyson barely notices the edge of the towel brush his fingertips as it falls to the floor.*
*It's hard enough to stand this far away from her for the few moments they've been out of the shower, now she says his name like that?*
*There isn't any air in his lungs, he can only mouth her name.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 24, 2009 23:15:04 GMT
*Her eyes widen at his sudden dazed expression, and it takes more strength than she'll ever willingly admit to stay standing. At the same time, she's terribly tempted to check over her shoulder and make sure she's the one he's looking at that way.*
I...
*Runs one hand through her wet hair, water dropping to the floor in the silence. She's trying to find three reasons to not skip the towel and move right into other activities.*
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