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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 25, 2009 0:17:46 GMT
*Looses all of train of thought with the way she is looking at him. Like a moth to the flame he moves toward her, stepping on the towel on the way.*
*His eyes burn into hers as he reaches out, encircling her waist with one arm, pulling her against his chest. Softly with his hand he cups her cheek, locking his fingers in her hair, tilting her face to meet his.*
*Electricity floods his body the moment their lips meet, and Greyson's knees grow weak with the hot kiss.*
*After what feels like several hours, or possibly days he pulls away, grinning like a school boy.*
When you move in you're going to have to try and keep your hands off me so much. We'll never leave the flat if you keep this up.
*Tweaks her nose.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 25, 2009 0:34:10 GMT
*Her mouth is dry as he walks towards her, thanking whatever Gods above that this isn't a dream. She sucks in a breath at the feel of his dry skin on hers, and her eyes flutter shut when his fingers run through her hair.*
G-
*All thoughts are lost when he pulls her into the kiss, and Katie is shocked that she hasn't fallen over yet. For some reason, it's next to impossible to keep her hands off the wizard before her, no matter what they're doing.*
*As he pulls back, she blindly follows him for barely a millisecond before she realizes that he's saying something.*
*She smiles up at him*
I have to keep my hands off? So are you saying you don't have to keep your hands to yourself? That's not even the least bit fair, love.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 25, 2009 1:14:36 GMT
*Body shakes with quiet laughter at her reaction. He opens his mouth to speak, knowing good and well the cheek he's about to give will earn him a few lashes from Katie's sharp tongue. Their playful banter is just so much fun he's unable to resist.*
Well I know I should expect it, but really love, how will we earn money if you can't grope me every five seconds?
*Adds dramatically, tilting his head back, laying the back of his hand on his forehead like a damsel in distress.*
I'll wither away if I can't leave the flat.
*Peeks down at her, stifling his laughter under his bitten lip.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 25, 2009 2:36:04 GMT
*Shrugs, laughing at his expressions.*
*Mutters*
Who's the one who couldn't go five seconds without groping? I never jumped in your shower before, now have I?
Alright. We can do this at the shop too, if you want a change of scenery.
*Bats her eyelashes*
But I'm not promising to keep my hands to myself- you're really the one who's distracting.
*Teases, knowing damn good and well that he's baiting her along, but has no objections.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 25, 2009 3:27:19 GMT
*She's right, he seems to have a spot of trouble keeping his hands to himself whenever he is in her vicinity.*
*Smiles guiltily.*
Dragon's couldn't keep me from you.
*Stands tall, exuding arrogance.*
I know -
*Acting like a priggish pr!@& he glances over her shoulder, looking smugly into the mirror, winking at his fuggy reflection.*
- I'm sexy aren't I?
*Lifts his arm from around her waist to run his fingers through his hair, kissing his bicep on the way.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 25, 2009 3:52:22 GMT
* * *Is a breath away from busting up laughing at his dramatic display* *Katie smiles wickedly and presses herself against him. She turns her head and leaves three kisses on his bicep before turning around to face the mirror he just admired himself in. Licking her lips, she leans towards the mirror, keeping as much of her body against his as possible and looks at her own reflection.* Y'know... *Blows his reflection a kiss, winking* Now I see why you can't keep your hands to yourself love.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 25, 2009 4:04:56 GMT
*Mouth drops open, catching her meaning, and he jabs her playfully in the side.*
OI! I do not touch myself on a regular basis.
*Cheeks redden, glances down at her.*
Unless you count all the times I'm thinkin' of you.
*Pokes his tongue out at her, moving away to grab the towel.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 25, 2009 4:20:39 GMT
*Jumps, not expecting the sudden poke in her side. She stands up straight, then tosses her head back laughing.*
Then you do touch yourself on a regular basis!
*Turns back around to watch him walk, not bothering to hide her approval.*
And you say I need to watch my hands...that means you should watch your wand, Ollivander.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 25, 2009 21:05:10 GMT
*Glances back at her over his shoulder and gives her a goofy wink.* You know it is, my little Pygmy Puff. *Drops his eyes in the direction she suggested, mouth dropping open.* *Whispers* Don't threaten him like that.*Again he kicks up the towel to catch it in his hands, turning slowly back to face her while looking down at the towel. He bites his lip, taking his time to think over whether it would be a good idea to dry her off, or not. He knows if he does the odds of them leaving the bathroom at all today will be very slim.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 25, 2009 21:37:18 GMT
*Jaw drops at his cheeky little nickname and she knows she's going to beat Oliver Wood next time she sees him* I'm not threatening anything! * * *Holds her hand out, grinning* Gimme the towel. You're too easily distracted and I'm still wet. *Eyes widen as she thinks about the many different meanings that one statement has.* From the shower.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 25, 2009 22:03:37 GMT
*Snorts at her comment, thinking of all the ways it could have been taken.*
Right, I'm going to get dressed.
*Passes the towel over to her before cupping her face with his hand, and strokes her cheek with his thumb. He looks deep into her eyes, loving everything he sees in them.*
*Without a word he drops his hand, turns about, and leaves her to finish up. He could have easily summoned some close, but it just felt like the right time to give her privacy.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 25, 2009 22:18:04 GMT
*Takes the towel from him, and is captured by the look in his eyes. She's practially mesmerized- seconds later she blinks, and he's gone. Mutters silently as she dries herself off*
Way to pay attention, Bell!
*She looks around the room when she's finished, and picks up her wand from the floor next to her wet clothes. Wraps the towel around her and softly pads out into the hallway*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 25, 2009 22:42:22 GMT
*Whistling an upbeat little tune he enters his bedroom, and heads over to the dresser. He's so high in the clouds right now he doesn't really care that he forgot his wand and has to search manually.* *Isn't paying any attention to what he is grabbing, just hoping for jeans, comfy t-shirt, and some skivvies.* *Two seconds later he's dressed in a old pair of worn jeans, and starts walking out of the bedroom, dragging on one of his Favourite t-shirts.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 27, 2009 23:12:31 GMT
*Turns as she hears footsteps, and sees Greyson pulling on one of his shirts. She scoffs at the design and realizes all her clothes are still at her place*
Not for too long...
*Smiles*
As comfortable as wearing this towel would be, I'm gonna go back to my place for a bit so I can change.
*Mutters playfully*
Or I'll just end up stealing your shirt again.
*Turns, ready to Disapparate.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 27, 2009 23:25:48 GMT
*Smooths the shirt over his torso, smiling admiringly at her standing there in a towel.*
*Mumbles to himself.*
Bring all of your belongings when you come back.
*Shrugs indifferently, secretly hoping she'll do just that.*
*Meanders over to her, and pecks her on the cheek.*
Hurry back, sweet-pea.
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