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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 28, 2009 18:48:43 GMT
*Shrugs, he couldn't care less if she was a fish, a bird, a bat, or whatever, just as long as she is his, and he hers.*
Whatever you wish, my princess.
*Tightens his arms as she turns in them, wanting her as close as possible.*
Perhaps then you'll allow me to do this the right way and-
*Takes a tiny step away from her, holding out his arms in a fashion to allow her to climb into them and allow him to carry her.*
-escort a lovely witch such as yourself properly to the bath, and also allow me to help remove these pesky garments.
*Plucks the strap of her tank away from her shoulder.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 28, 2009 18:59:07 GMT
*Stands in his arms, openly admiring his muscled chest before she realizes that he's talking to her. She blinks, looking up to his eyes and smiles.*
The right way, eh?
*Takes that one step closer to him before jumping up, latching her arms over his shoulders and her legs around his waist. She leans in, mouth only a breath away from his ear.*
Alright, love, go on- take me. We'll see what you can do.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 28, 2009 19:05:38 GMT
*Holds tightly to her, hands on one of his most Favourite assets of hers, shivering as her breath brushes against his ear.*
Fine I wi-
*Cannot move another inch or finish his statement before doing what has to be done, and he crushes his lips against hers. Kissing her as if he'd never be allowed to do it again. His tongue slithers out from between his lips to allow him to taste the sweet flavor she gives.*
*The manner in which he is kissing her doesn't allow him to even think of anything else but her warmth and softness against his body. Slowly he begins to sink to the floor, gently laying her on her back upon the soft carpet as he looks down upon her with burning desire.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 28, 2009 19:16:13 GMT
*Isn't all that surprised when his lips lock to hers- she was going to do the same thing if he wouldn't have- and she's tempted to take even this to a competitive level between them. Her eyes flutter shut as his tongue slips out, and she barely notices that they've sank to the floor until she's lying on her back.*
*One hand pulls on the back of his neck, trying to keep him as close as possible. Breathlessly, she asks.*
The floor, love, really? Didn't-
*Her eyes move down to his shirtless chest, her other hand thoughtlessly following.*
-even make it to the shower.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 29, 2009 1:27:34 GMT
*Begins to trail hot little kisses up and down her neck, stroking her collar bone lightly with the tips of his fingers. Yeah. The shower. Well as it appears that was just too far away, he wasn't going to make it that far, and besides the last time he kissed her was this morning.*
*Mumbles against her soft skin, running his nose up along the side of her neck, stopping just under her ear.*
How you expected me to make it that far is beyond me.
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 29, 2009 1:38:17 GMT
*Shudders at the feeling of his lips on her skin, one hand sliding all across his broad chest. Her other hand moves up to his head, fingers running through his short hair as she gently holds him against her.*
*Whispers breathlessly, trying to gain what control she never even had.*
You're right - the carpet's much more - comfortable anyways...
*The hand sliding across his chest now slips down further, one finger pulling on one of the beltloops of his jeans.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 31, 2009 21:18:11 GMT
*Pushes himself up, giving a sort of a shrug.*
You're the one who said, "Take me". I'm just doing as I was told. If you'd rather-
*Rolls off of her, and leaps to his feet, smirking.*
-you can go ahead with your shower. Makes no difference to me.
*Is totally lying right now, but hopes she can't tell.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 31, 2009 21:36:01 GMT
*Groans, shutting her eyes as he pulls away from her. She bites on her lip to keep from smiling as she hears his words. Taking a few seconds, she stays lying on the floor in silence. Finally, her eyes open and she looks up at him.*
You're absolutely right, love.
*Nods.*
I think I'm going to go, and take my nice, long, cold-
*Narrows her eyes accusingly.*
-shower now. Calm down a bit.
*Sits up, pushing herself up into standing position a second later. She pulls the strap of her tank back onto her shoulder before waving cheekily at him. She turns on her heel and continues walking down the hall just like she was before their little intermission. Her heart's pounding in her chest and she's hoping he still remembers his side of the deal.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 31, 2009 21:41:58 GMT
*Watches her little wiggle as she walks away with appreciation, and his heart skips a beat. With his eyes glued to her he follows just behind like a little puppy.*
You know I'd be more than happy to warm you up after-
*Stops speaking abruptly as he remembers that they had a deal. He sticks his bottom lip out again, and groans miserably. What he is about to do just might actually kill him.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 31, 2009 23:04:36 GMT
*Strolls into the bathroom, still fighting back a smirk at his miserable groan. Whether he believes it or not, he's going to live through this...maybe if it is a bit difficult.*
Sorry love, what was that?
*Reaches down to the bottom hem of her tank and pulls it quickly over her head. She's mentally snickering the entire time she's peeling her clothes off, and barely holds it back as she tosses him a towel.*
I didn't hear what you said.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Jan 1, 2010 0:14:02 GMT
*Drags himself into the bathroom just behind her. No matter how painful it is to watch her get ready for her shower, and not be able to touch her, he can't tear his eyes off of her. Barely hearing her he shakes his head.* Hmm...? Oh, nothin', didn't say a thing. *Barely catches the towel she tosses to him as his attention is a bit occupied at the moment.  . Slides his eyes up and down her curves in admiration, and finally they come to land on her face. He instantly puts on a sad little boy look, and says in a pleading tone.* Are you sure I can't wash your back, or somethin'? |
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Post by Katie Bell on Jan 1, 2010 0:28:08 GMT
*Smiles brightly at his distraction, heart racing at the thought of what she's actually getting ready to do. She's never had anyone watch her in the shower before...the mental image makes her snicker. Shaking her head, she walks over to the shower and turns the water on- she has to do it manually 'cause her wand's on the floor with the rest of her clothes.*
I'm sure, I can get my back all on my own.
*Looks back at him, over her shoulder, as she takes one step into the shower. She quips with a mischevious expression.*
Might let you dry me off, though. Towelrack.
*Steps fully into the shower, only a second later realizing that, even with the curtains pulled shut, it still feels like it's one large window from the outside in.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Jan 4, 2010 0:53:22 GMT
*Huffs and pouts as she gets into the shower, closing the curtain behind her. He closes his eyes, slowly his head begins to shake with disbelief that he's actually going to stand here. and be tortured. He'd much rather suffer any curse or jinx thrown at him rather than this.*
*With annoyance he wraps, unwraps, and wraps the towel around his hand, and forearm over, and over again. He presses his back against the wall, opens his eyes, and glances at the shower curtain, surprised at how sensual her shadow looks. Letting out an audible groan, he slides down the wall to sit on the floor, knees tucked under his chin, and eyes locked on the shadow of Katie.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Jan 4, 2010 5:19:46 GMT
*She hears the sound of Greyson sliding down the wall and smirks. When the smirk seems like it's frozen on her face, she knows she's having too much fun teasing the wizard on the other side of the curtain. If only he knew how hard it was for her as well, restraining herself from dragging him into the shower with her. Not that she'd have to pull that hard, of course.  * Don't hurt yourself, love. *Finishes washing her hair after a bit, and now moves onto what will probably break the wizard's resistance. Purposely arching, she runs her fingers through her hair one last time before she starts washing the rest of her. She takes her time with this, running the soap all over, making sure she gets every last inch of her skin.* Havin' fun out there, darling? I actually think I could get used to this, you know. * ;D * |
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Jan 4, 2010 16:53:43 GMT
*  as she arches her back, mouth hanging open. He bites his lip, and takes slow deep breaths, everything she is trying to do to him is working.* *Mutters miserably.* Time of my life, cupcake.*Stretches his legs out, becoming every bit the towel rack she intended  , and begins to lightly thump the back of his head against the tile repeatedly.* |
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. Slides his eyes up and down her curves in admiration, and finally they come to land on her face. He instantly puts on a sad little boy look, and says in a pleading tone.*