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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 28, 2009 16:43:45 GMT
*Hours later, Katie Apparates into the sitting room of her and Greyson's place. Her broom slips from her fingers and crashes to the floor and she laughs loudly into the room.*
Told you she'd be honest!
*Knows she's having so much fun with this as she smiles brightly.*
Oh, I'm going to love having a personal towel rack for a week!
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 28, 2009 16:47:22 GMT
*Apparates into the flat just behind Katie, going into full pout mode. His mother totally sided with Katie, she betrayed him, he's crushed. It was all good fun, and no harm done, but Greyson can be such a baby sometimes.*
*Drops his broom with disgust, throwing himself onto the sofa.*
M'keepin' my eyes closed the whole time.
*Sticks out bottom lip, hugging himself with his huge arms. He is the embodiment of a five year old little wizard that lost his Favourite Chocolate Frog Card.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 28, 2009 16:55:54 GMT
*Quirks one eyebrow at the wizard as he stomps over to the couch. She can't help but laugh again at his expression- it's hard picturing the sexy, muscular wizard as her towel rack when he looks like a First Year. She strolls over to stand behind the couch, placing her hands on his shoulders. Slowly, she begins working out the knots and kinks in his muscles as she cheekily comments.*
You're gonna shut your ears too, then? Out of sight doesn't always mean out of mind, love.
*Snickers.*
You could just be out of your mind.
*Looks down at his arms, and rolls her eyes.*
Oh, don't be like that. If you're going to be like this, I'll never be able to play Quidditch with you again.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 28, 2009 17:03:23 GMT
*Automatically his eyes roll into the back of his head the moment her soft hands begin to massage his large tense muscles. His lips juts out further at her comment.*
I'll sing to myself.
*Says this more to himself than her. He knows he won't be able to resist peeking.*
Yeah, I'm outta my mind...
*Mutters to self.*
...gonna be a bumblin' idiot standin' there watchin' you.
*Huffs lightly, rolling his eyes. They both know better than to believe that comment she made.*
Oh, Dragon's Droppings, you know you won't be able to refuse a match. You're far too competitive for your own good. That's how I got into this predicament.
*Smirks.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 28, 2009 17:08:18 GMT
*Laughs.* You'll sing? Merlin, this should be fun. Just remember, no matter what you may or may not hear, keep your hands to yourself. *Smirks, knowing she's going to have too much fun teasing him. at his last comment.* I- *Pokes her tongue out at the back of his head.* -No! I'm not that competitive! *Is lying through her teeth.* No, I'm not. *Mumbles.* But so what if I am? It's not like you have any actual problems with it. *Continues working on his shoulders, finding it funny that he didn't even win the match but she's still giving him a massage.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 28, 2009 17:15:34 GMT
* at her comment, mind beginning to whirl with the hopeful thoughts of what he actually might hear. Immediately after having those thoughts he begins to scold himself mentally. How can he even think of enjoying standing there while she showers, and unable to touch her.* *A very vivid mental image burns in this thoughts, and he knows exactly why he's going to enjoy it. Not many witches will allow a wizard to watch while they lather up.* I love your competitive nature! It keeps me young. *Grins goofy, moaning as her hands knead his shoulders.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 28, 2009 17:30:40 GMT
*Snorts, pressing harder as she finds a particularily hard knot. Suddenly she wonders what all he's had to have done to get this worked up.*
Just the competitive streak?
*Sighs dramatically.*
And here I was, thinking it was something else completely.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 28, 2009 17:48:47 GMT
*Leans forward, grasping the bottom of his shirt, and peels it off over his head. Within seconds he resumes his earlier position, and hopes Katie continues with her massage.*
*Understands perfectly well what she means, and indeed she is correct. He's all worked up over something else, and there is only one cure for it.*
Yes, just a little streak, somewhat similar to yours.
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 28, 2009 17:59:26 GMT
*Blinks, standing still as he slips out of his shirt. She licks her lips, seeing the muscles rolling under bare skin as he leans back.*
What? Oh, mhmm...
*Slowly reaches out, laying her hands on his shoulders as if she's never seen him shirtless before. She blushes, thoughts racing around all the times she has seen him shirtless.*
So, simple fact: touch anything-
*Trails off, marveling at the feel of his skin. She clears her throat, knowing he's bound to say something about her distraction.*
-and, well...I'll think of something.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 28, 2009 18:03:23 GMT
*Melts into a pile of goo with the softness of her touch. He's thankful she can't see the expression on his face at the moment, he'd never live it down if she did.*
*Quirks a brow.*
You'll think of something, eh?
*Claps hands together, rubbing vigorously, giving the impression of excitement and impatience.*
Can't wait to see that. Just might have to...
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 28, 2009 18:12:29 GMT
*Clips the back of his head, laughing.*
No you won't! I'll tie you to the wall if-
*Snaps her mouth shut, fighting to keep the sudden mental images of a tied up Greyson in the very, very back of her mind.*
-er, nevermind!
*Shakes her head, thinking of ways to tease him later on as she tries to not think of certain images. She fails.*
So, are you taking your shower first? Obviously you're not joining mine.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 28, 2009 18:18:26 GMT
*Reaches up to rub the spot Katie smacked, turning around on the sofa to face her.*
Oi! What was that for?
*Beams innocently at her. He loves nothing more than being teased by her, in more ways than one.*
*Pouts again.*
I'm not, am I? Are you sure? I could be a great benefit to you in the shower.
*Grins cheekily, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 28, 2009 18:30:38 GMT
*Quirks on eyebrow at his expression, not trusting it.*
I'm sure you're not.
*Mumbles, not caring if he hears or not as she looks over his shoulder.*
Or I might as well Transfigure into a fish with how long we're going to be in there.
*Pokes her tongue out, turning to stalk off dramatically to the shower.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 28, 2009 18:34:08 GMT
*Hops up off the sofa to follow after her like a little puppy dog. The biggest cheesiest grin in the world is cemented to his face.*
Glad you see things my way, but kissing a fish isn't something I really have the desire to do, love.
*Chuckles as he reaches out with his hands to catch her around the waist.*
But if that's to your fancy, I'm up for trying anything once.
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 28, 2009 18:43:38 GMT
*Hears his foosteps following after her as she tries to keep her straight face. at the kissing a fish comment and almost cracks up laughing.* If kissing a fish isn't what you're fancying, then- * again as she's caught around the waist by his python arms.* -Oi! I was walking here! No, I'm not actually turning into a fish, mate, not for the shower. *Turns to face him, only realizing her silly mistake a second later as she's completely distracted by the shirtless Greyson before her.*
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