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Post by jamie on Apr 2, 2010 10:55:11 GMT -5
Jamie didn't bother moving his legs when she started kicking. She certainly was persistent. He studied her for a moment. She was so cute when she was mad, the way her cheeks got all red and her nose crinkled. Before she could finish her little threat, Jamie swooped down and kissed her softly, at first. He leaned into the kiss, deepening it. At the same time, he let her wrists slide out of his grasp.
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Verity Bromley
Slytherin 
7th year
Every rose has its thorn.
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Post by Verity Bromley on Apr 2, 2010 11:04:07 GMT -5
Verity's words became mumbled and then finally, she was silent. She tried fighting the kiss at first, angry that he thought he had the right to do such a thing when she was so mad at him! As he leaned into the kiss farther, she couldn't keep her head from spinning. She didn't even realize that he had let her go. When she pulled away, she blinked. The ground was moving beneath her and her head was still buzzing from the kiss. It took a few moments to realize that she was free. She rubbed her wrists, which were red from being held so tightly. Instead of reaching for her wand, one of her hands flew up to his face and slapped his cheek hard. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She demanded.
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Post by jamie on Apr 4, 2010 12:36:20 GMT -5
Jamie's hand immediately flew up to his cheek to cover that intense stinging that followed her slap. She was a lot stronger than she looked. A foolish grin spread across Jamie's lips. "Shutting you up." He said with a light chuckle. His eyes swept over those soft lips of hers, threatening them with another kiss. "You talk way too much, did you know that?" He teased. He ignored her obvious anger and tucked a strand of her hair gently behind her ear.
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Verity Bromley
Slytherin
7th year
Every rose has its thorn.
Posts: 1,099
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Post by Verity Bromley on Apr 5, 2010 11:00:58 GMT -5
It was such a simple gesture: tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, but his touch was gentle and warm. Verity slipped her hand behind his neck. "Jamie," She whispered, her eyes widening. She kissed him on the mouth, hard. Then her kisses trailed up his jawline. Finally, she kissed his temple softly. She slipped her hand off her neck and placed it over the hand he used to tuck her hair behind her ear. "You don't stand a chance." She whispered and as she spoke a smirk spread a cross her lips. Her grasp tightened over his hand and she threw his hand off of her. With that, Verity turned on her heel and walked away.
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Post by jamie on Apr 5, 2010 11:17:50 GMT -5
Jamie leaned into the kiss. A low groan escaped from somewhere in the back of his throat. He didn't want her to stop. You don't stand a chance. He blinked, but she was gone. He cursed himself for letting her slip away from him again. "We'll see about that." He said to the empty air before he left.
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