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Post by Emilian Sota on Nov 2, 2007 12:56:13 GMT -5
"There is? I think tugging on my shirt and whining about it is a bit more than asking," he said with a sparkle in his eyes as he looked at her. He hoped she was moving away from the whole 'your world is going to crash' thing and getting to the fun part.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Nov 2, 2007 16:12:26 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully.
"You are never going to let this down are you?" she almost laughed but instead she kept her face in mock confusion.
"And it was on pretty tight, are you trying to brag about your body." she stuck out her tongue playfully.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Nov 2, 2007 21:49:51 GMT -5
"Come on, you can't deny," Emilian said, grinning, "That I've got a great body." He gestured down to his abdomen as he spoke. No one had ever been able to truthfully tell him he didn't.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Nov 3, 2007 17:26:00 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes.
"Narcissist." she muttered, but she wouldn't deny it herself. She felt like a change of subject and asked lightly.
"And I suppose, you didn't come to Hogwarts just to get girls." she turned away from him and walked to the edge of the lake sitting on the ground.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Nov 3, 2007 21:25:46 GMT -5
Emilian watched her walk away, annoyed. "No, you all are just the icing on the cake." He came and sat down behind her, a leg on either side, his hands rubbing her back lightly. He smiled, "Of course, sometimes the icing is better than the cake itself, I've yet to figure that out yet for here."
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Nov 3, 2007 21:29:04 GMT -5
She grinned and leaned back till she was resting on his chest. She thought the analogy was cute, but she wouldn't admit it.
"And the cake is?" she asked him tilting her head to see him, both her hands resting on his thighs.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Nov 3, 2007 21:34:38 GMT -5
"I came to check up on Michael, my and his families are really good friends," he said, looking down at her and bringing his hands up to her shoulders and rubbing.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Nov 3, 2007 21:38:42 GMT -5
A shiver ran down her spine at his touch, but she shoved the feeling aside her brow furrowing.
"Michael Hardt?" she asked him, it was odd how everyone she knew was somehow linked.
"So were you two really close?" she knew she was prying, but the curiosity overwhelmed her.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Nov 3, 2007 21:41:38 GMT -5
"You could say that," Emilian said, bringing his hands down to her sides and tilting his head down. "It's according to what you consider close." Some people would consider them more than close, but some would consider them the farthest from it.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Nov 3, 2007 21:46:00 GMT -5
She raised a brow, it sounded complex in some ways, but she found that most relationships were like that.
"Does it really matter what I think, or what everyone else does?" she asked him her hands trailing to his.
"What is it that you felt towards him?" she asked him. She shifted her body slightly to take in his whole face.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Nov 3, 2007 21:49:59 GMT -5
"Close friendship," he said, pressing his lips lightly to her neck, unable to stop himself any longer. "Affection perhaps. Attraction slightly." With her hands on his, he brought his hands closer around her stomach, his fingertips touching in the middle.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Nov 3, 2007 21:53:47 GMT -5
She closed her eyes, one hand reaching up to the back of his neck. Her lips curled in a small grin. He was very good at distractions.
"I suppose, it hurts having him so far away, have you met up with him yet?" her lips slightly open as she deeply exhaled.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Nov 3, 2007 21:57:05 GMT -5
"Earlier today I did, we're meeting up tomorrow." Emilian smiled at her before meeting her lips and pulling her tighter against him. He was rather looking forward to the meeting, though he knew that Michael was going to be there for an entirely different reason than Emilian was going to be.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Nov 3, 2007 22:02:46 GMT -5
Her forehead creased, she kissed him back, but it was rather flat in comparison to the others they shared. She knew that Michael was like Emillian, she knew about what he was and what he is, but she was sure it was a change for Emillian. She pulled away from him, just enough so that she could speak.
"Are wands going to be involved?" she wasn't one into the whole fighting scene, she had been raised in it, but never liked it.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Nov 3, 2007 22:06:26 GMT -5
Emilian looked at her, thinking for a second before answering. "I hope not." He pressed his lips to hers again, one hand coming up to her jaw as he did so. He didn't want to fight Michael, didn't want to even think about fighting Michael, for now he just wanted to be with Lucretia.
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