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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 28, 2010 22:19:58 GMT -5
Willow's grin froze for a moment, shocked, he would write her a poem? It felt so, personal, so special that she didn't think she could give him a hundred cards for it and have it equal out. "Really. That's...really special." She grinned in thought and anticipation, "I'll have to work really hard to actually beat you then." Maybe stop grinning like a lovestruck mooncalf, she thought to herself, and then blushed because she was thinking about that kiss they had shared again.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 28, 2010 22:32:24 GMT -5
Silver's eyes widened slightly again. "No, I mean, it's not that..." Not that hard, he wanted to say, but stopped himself. "It's just a poem. But like, a first-edition card?" He couldn't see the comparison, and he started to think that she really was convinced he was that good a writer. Even he didn't think he was that good, even when he was being honest with himself.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 28, 2010 22:39:39 GMT -5
Willow shrugged, "sure, it's a first edition card," her eyes lit as tendrils of hair trailed over her shoulder, "and you'll have to try really hard to beat me." She looked at Silver, his hair covering part of his face, when she wanted to see exactly what his eyes were doing. "But I've got a couple of those cards," she reached out her hand and set it on his, wanting to impress upon him that she was serious, "and poems are personal. It's worth more than money is." Her voice lowered a bit, "no one's ever written me a poem before."
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 28, 2010 22:47:21 GMT -5
Silver stilled, his breath catching at the soft touch of Willow's hand after the tease of her hair and the things she'd said. His head was spinning, and it took a moment to force air back into his lungs. I've written you poems was at the front of his mind and the tip of his tongue. He wanted to say something, even if it was just to confess, but he couldn't seem to, and when instinct prodded, all he could do was turn his hand beneath hers, palm-up, and shiver at the contact.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 28, 2010 22:55:07 GMT -5
Willow let her eyes slide closed as she felt Silver's hand turn up against hers and she let her mind explore the feeling of his large hand against her smaller smooth one. She allowed her eyes to open, green wells of honest intentions, "I'm going to do my best to win so I get that poem." Willow looked down at their hands, "if I win, will you read it to me?"
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 28, 2010 23:20:11 GMT -5
Silver's breath had caught again when Willow closed her eyes, his thoughts spinning into rhyme in an attempt to understand whatever mix of emotion had passed through him. Then her eyes had opened and he knew what was left in him. It was everything he could do to stay seated.
What had she said? Something about reading his poetry? Silver nodded and his free hand pushed the books in front of him aside as he leaned over the table between them to kiss her again.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 28, 2010 23:34:21 GMT -5
Distracted by their hands it took a moment for Willow to realize that Silver had shifted, and when she turned her head up, his own was only inches from hers, hair sliding across his own face. Her lips spread in a small smile before the speed of her heart picked up a bit, remembering what it had been like to kiss him the last time. Sliding her eyes closed, she leaned in the last few inches and pressed her own lips against his, her hand still resting against his.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 28, 2010 23:52:53 GMT -5
Silver's hand curled up around Willow's, needing to hold onto something, since he couldn't keep hold of his control. As it was, the table between them was most of what kept him from wrapping his arms around her and giving in the way he had the night of the masquerade. He'd had a mask then, but now he had a measure of confidence even beneath the instinct that pushed him.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 1, 2010 0:24:37 GMT -5
It seemed so easy, just to pick up where they had left off by the tree, before they had gotten interrupted. When Silver's fingers curled around hers, it sent a thrill through her, and her own curled against his. Her lips parted against his, willing to take the kiss further, when she heard a shrill cough to one side of where she and Silver were.
"Excuse me. The library is not a place for romantic trysting." The old librarians tone was firm and serious even though she was shriveled with age. Her face and manner brokered no resistance from the two young people seated at the table.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 1, 2010 0:30:36 GMT -5
Silver wanted to ignore that cough and everything that came after it. He could almost taste her, couldn't interruptions wait? It was the word library that caught his attention, and it still took a moment or two for him to remember that they were, in actuality, in the library leaning across a table. It took a massive effort to pull back, but when he did, opening his eyes was a hard dose of reality. Heat stole up the back of his neck and his head drooped, letting his hair swing forward. "S-sorry," he stuttered. "Just... homework... got distracted." He hadn't even started his homework yet.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 1, 2010 0:46:33 GMT -5
The interruption didn't do much to still the thoughts racing through Willow's head, but when Silver pulled away, she heard the librarian. She winced as she slid a hand across the parchment she'd been drawing on earlier, her tone was harsh, but Willow still stole a heated look across the table to Silver.
The librarian's eyes narrowed, "homework can be done by one person. Do not get distracted again." She turned on her heel, and clicked away, her shoes making sharp staccato noises against the floor, wanting them to remember her presence even once she had left.
Willow looked back at Silver as the librarian walked away, a blush flowing over her face. "Do you want to get out of here?" She asked, positive now that she wouldn't be able to focus on her homework with the thoughts that were occupying her mind right now.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 1, 2010 1:09:44 GMT -5
All Silver's instincts were awake again at the look Willow had given him, and he tried to control himself with an image of a disapproving Madam Pince. He nodded anyway and, perhaps a bit too quickly, moved to start gathering his books into one pile again. "I'll just like, get my books," he said. He'd used up a chunk of time not doing homework, but at the very least he could have things ready when he had a chance to work on them next week.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 1, 2010 1:17:19 GMT -5
That sounded like the best plausible idea to Willow as well, her hands reaching for all of the books and parchments that she'd had strewn across the table from before Silver had showed up. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." Her fingers combed strands of hair behind her head, as she slid what she wanted to keep into her satchel.
Madam Pince was doing nothing to cool things off for her, even if it should have. She'd never been scolded by the librarian before, but then again, all previous attempts at kissing had not been as, intoxicating as these were. She stood to pull her cardigan over her head once her books were put away, the wool catching in strands of her hair halfway on. She was grinning at the idea that she'd gotten stuck when she wanted to be off doing something else, and her finger tried to pry loose her tresses to slide the cardigan fully on.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 1, 2010 10:26:13 GMT -5
Silver looked up from the stack of books beneath his arm, and his eyes caught on Willow yet again. He had the sudden urge to help her get her hair uncaught, but he didn't trust himself to do so. He told himself that the smartest thing to do would be to go check out his books while she finished cleaning her things up, but it didn't feel right walking away so he ended in standing there awkwardly, waiting and silently berating himself for his thoughts.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 1, 2010 10:31:59 GMT -5
It took an extra moment, but Willow managed to get her hair out of where it had been caught and finish sliding the cardigan down over her chest, her fingers smoothing it against herself. Her eyes danced once she got the cardigan over her head, "tricky hair, I can't seem to get that over my head sometimes without it getting caught." She looked again at his hair and thought that it made sense that he had a similar issue, although his shirts hadn't appeared to be ones you pulled over your head. She gave a soft smile as she picked up her satchel and swung it onto her shoulder, ready to go when he was.
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