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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 9, 2009 0:28:29 GMT
*Is shifted slightly as he pushes himself up, which makes her breath catch. She leans down and quickly but deeply kisses him before pulling back again.*
*Teases in a sing-song voice.*
Now who's easily distracted?
*Sits up, sliding her hands over his muscled torso. She blinks, caught between where to start first.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 9, 2009 17:46:17 GMT
*Sniggers, sliding his hands along her neck, and shoulders, smirking all the while. Even in their "fun" time he still plays with her.*
At the moment it looks like you are.
*Lays back again, moving his hands to her hips, holding her still. More than likely she'll make sure, somehow, he becomes the one most easily distracted. She has that kind of hold over him.*
Mmm... Katiebell. That feels so nice.
*Eyes roll into the back of his head as her hands move over his muscles. Already her magic is working.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 9, 2009 17:53:58 GMT
*Blinks down at him once more, lying right through her teeth.*
I am not!
*Narrows her eyes playfully as his hands take hold of her hips, knowing she wouldn't be able to move unless he let her do so. She quips, voice shaky as her hands from anticipation.*
It's you, love. N-not me.
*Lightly she drags her nails down his sides, pressing her palms to the barely visible marks as she moves back up.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 9, 2009 18:10:13 GMT
*Groans with pleasure as her nails draw across his skin, eyes loosing focus due to the sensation. That one gesture has put him completely and utterly under her spell, he would bring her the stars if she asked.*
*Can only utter.*
'Tis.
*His hands slide down to his sides, eyes close, and he looses himself entirely, she's perfectly at liberty to do what ever it is she wishes.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 9, 2009 18:22:34 GMT
* at his expression, cheeks burning a bright red as she realizes it's for her. Taking in a deep breath, she rolls off of him long enough to wriggle out of her jeans. Throwing them somewhere off the bed, she pushes herself to her knees.* Knew it. *Whispers, looking down at him hungrily. She sucks on her bottom lip, still trying to figure out where she wants to start. It's not everyday a wizard like Greyson gives up his control, afterall... *
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 9, 2009 18:36:39 GMT
*Slits one eye open, still unable to speak fully.*
Hmm?
*He has no clue what she said he's too wrapped up in the way she makes him feel. Nothing can compare to this right now, not even Quidditch.*
*His hand twitches in anticipation, thoughts and heartbeat racing.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 9, 2009 18:51:43 GMT
*His mumbled reply is the last straw for her, before she finally breaks. Before she can blink, she reaches for the waistband of his boxers, snapping it. She can't pull them off without his help, and her wand's somewhere on the floor out of reach.*
Off.
*Doesn't care that he's able to reduce her to monosyllabic comments at the moment.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 9, 2009 19:23:57 GMT
*Obliges immediately, shifting himself around, working the boxers down, and then kicking them somewhere in the room.*
K.
*Lifts his arms over his head, interlocking his fingers together, creating a nest for him to lay his head.
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 9, 2009 19:50:20 GMT
*Her face almost cracks with the wide smile she gives the wizard, tossing one leg over him to settle on his lap. She leans down to place her hands on either side of him to hold her up as she shifts into a more comfortable position.* *Her eyes flutter shut as her breathing shallows. She opens her eyes just enough to see as she ghosts her lips over his once, twice, three times before kissing him deeply. As much as she'd like to keep up the teasing manner, she knows she's too far gone to stop now.* *All rational thought vanishes as she starts rocking against him, shuddering from the feel of skin on skin and the stretch of muscles she hasn't used since Quidditch at Hogwarts.* * ;D ;D *
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 15, 2009 23:35:49 GMT
~~~~~~~~ *Lays back, trying to catch his breath as he slides a finger along Katie's side. She makes his whole life, body, and soul sing.* *Mumbles contentedly.* Katiebell. Katiebell. Katiebell. Katiebell. I love you my wee little Katiebell.
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 15, 2009 23:53:57 GMT
*Twitches, slightly tickled by his feather-light touch. Slowly rolling off of him and onto her side, she throws one arm across his chest, and tucks the other beneath her head. Giggling softly, she's unable to fight back the beaming smile and the elated feeling she gets from his mumbled words.*
*Whispers back*
Katiebell loves you, also. So very much.
*Is happy enough to ignore the "wee" comment, instead storing it in her mental files for sometime later in the day.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 16, 2009 0:00:34 GMT
*Rubs along her arm with the palm of his hand, her reply making his whole face beam brightly at her. She feels so natural, so right, a beacon of light in these dark days.*
Mmm... I like hearing you say that.
*Doesn't want to leave this spot if it can be helped.*
Thanks for stayin' home today.
*Chuckles, enjoying how that sounds. Katie lives here. She actually lives here with him.*
Home. Katie Bell and Greyson Ollivander's flat. Home. Our flat. Our flat.
*Repeats himself like a love sick school boy.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 16, 2009 0:17:24 GMT
*Tightens her grip around his chest as her smile grows wider.*
I love you, I love you, I love you.
*Looks up at him, eyes glimmering playfully as she indirectly pokes at his repetition. Blinking, she says out to the room, testing the words as they roll off her tongue.*
Katie Bell and Greyson Ollivander's flat. Our flat.
*Pauses, finding she loves the way the words sound, but the meaning even more.*
Thank you, for staying home with me.
*Lets the comment settle in the air before snickering silently, mentally shaking her head because they both sound ridiculous.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 16, 2009 1:05:53 GMT
*Snuggles in close to her, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. He'd bet his life that no one in the world is more happy than he is right at this moment.*
For you. Anything.
Speaking of which, now that we've gotten the important issues out of the way, what would you like to do today, love?
*Is eager to start their day together as is obvious by the excited wiggling of his body that is shaking the whole bed.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 16, 2009 1:14:16 GMT
*Scoffs at the term "issues"- it didn't seem like he had any problems with them. She speaks before she thinks, blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.* Quidditch! * * Er, I mean...something outside maybe? *Smiles up at him, not too sorry that her first thought was Quidditch. She distantly wonders if Greyson's ever heard of Oliver Wood before. Not the old Gryffindor Team Captain, but the Puddlemere Keeper.*
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