Setting Up Shop (Open)

[Verity Bromley]

Verity glanced at his shirt. It was wet and stained, but not ruined. “Yeah, you did.” She said returning the smile. “Here, I’ll wash it,” She said holding out her hand for his shirt. No, she wasn’t used to doing laundry, but when she was younger she learned a spell to clean clothing. It only worked on one piece of clothing, two if you were really good at it, at a time. Verity had learned and mastered the spell when she was younger and her parents would host dinner parties. Being a little kid, Verity would rather run around outside or get lost in the forest on their property. She was free as a bird, the only thing her mother would tell her was You can go to the end of the earth for all I care, just make sure that outfit is spotless when you come back. We can’t have our guests thinking I raised a slob. So Verity would wander, feeling like she was headed towards the end of the earth. Eventually she would give up and walk home, but sometimes she got into things: fights, that tree that was calling for her to climb it, a huge welcoming pile of mud, you name it. She was able to use the same spell she was using now to make sure the frilly little dresses they stuck her in stayed clean.

[jamie]

Jamie hesitated before pulling his shirt off and slipping it over her head. He reached out to hand it to her, but it seemed like she was too deep in a thought to recognize anything that was happening around her. “Verity?” He asked, but there was no reaction. “Verity!” He said louder. “What are you thinking about?” He asked curiously, placing his shirt in her hands. It was like she was off in another world.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity must have been thinking too much because when her mind snapped back into focus, Jamie was saying something. “What did you say?” She asked. Then, his words caught up to her. “Nothing,” She answered him innocently. “Just about something that happened when I was a kid. It’s no big deal.” She said shrugging the same way he did when she asked him what he was staring at. That was when Verity realized that Jamie was standing only a couple of feet in front of her without a shirt. And he looked fine. His muscles were pronounced and huge. Her heart began to race. What was the big deal? Why was she getting so worked up over it?

She looked down to find that his shirt was already in her hands. She walked over to one of the table and grabbed her wand. Verity placed the shirt flat on the table and pointed her wand at. A thin stream of grey liquid streamed out and she began cleaning his shirt.

[jamie]

Jamie’s lips curved upward into a smirk as her eyes trailed him over. Her thoughts were mostly readable through the expression on her face. He followed her over to the table, but stood behind her leaning on a post. He watched her work, his eyes trailing down her body. His bangs fell into his face. Jamie shifted his head in an effort to push them back, but the bangs just fell back into place.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity finished treating his shirt and set her wand on the table next to it. “Maybe we should let it set some to get the stains out.” She said, the stains were pretty deep and nearly dried when she started cleaning it. Verity turned around, and not aware that Jamie was standing right behind her, she walked right into him. “Umph!” Escaped from her mouth from the collapse. “I’m sorry!” Verity said immediately. She fell silent, still pressed against him.

[jamie]

Jamie blinked, surprised by the sudden weight pressing against his body. He couldn’t help but to grin. “There’s no need to throw yourself at me, Verity, there are other ways to get my attention you know.” Jamie teased, his eyes shining with pleasure. He made no move to pull away from her or push her off of him. He placed his hands on her hips to steady her, and then kept them there even after she was stable. “You’re beautiful, did you know that?” He said softly.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity’s cheeks blushed. It was an accident, but the playful look in his eyes told her that he was teasing her. Her shoulders lowered as she relaxed. She felt his hands grab her waist. You’re beautiful, did you know that? It wasn’t the first time he had told her. “You’re a pig, did you know that?” She replied, only teasing him slightly. “Let go of me.” She requested calmly.

[jamie]

Jamie wouldn’t fight her, he knew better than that by now. She was strong and stubborn…and she could hit hard. He would let her go, but she wasn’t fighting him for it this time. Besides, she had a chance to move away before he steadied her. Before he let her go, Jamie swooped down and kissed her. When he pulled up, he let go of her.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity was caught off guard by the kiss, although she probably should have expected it. It was anything that Jamie hadn’t already tried. The kiss made her dizzy and left her wanting more. She was aware that she was free from his grasp, but couldn’t seem to make her legs work…or her brain for that matter. Verity found herself reaching up and brushing her lips across his, softly at first, then deepening the kiss urgently.

[jamie]

Jamie would admit that he was slightly surprised by her reaction. She halfway expected her to slap him again, but it had been a risk he was willing to take. He leaned into the kiss, not about to let it slip away from hip. His hands toyed with the bottom of her shirt for a little bit before slipping under it and up her back urgently.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity should have made him stop on that first kiss, but a part of her, the part that seemed to be increasing in size, pushed her on and told her not to make him stop. There was something about Jamie that intrigued her. Maybe it was the fact that if her father ever knew she even bothered to give a guy like Jamie a once-over, he would be shocked and appalled. And the thought of her father disapproving, only made the situation more desirable. Verity grew impatient and pulled away from him for a moment in order to pull her shirt over her head. She never was a patient person. The farther she went, the less she thought about it, and the more urgent her actions became. As if to prove that very point, Verity threw her shirt, not noticing which direction it went, and pushed her hips into Jamie's. Her hand slipped up to his neck for balance as she kissed him forcefully.

[jamie]

Verity pushed Jamie hard enough that his back thumped against the post behind him. If there hadn't been a post there, Jamie probably would have ended up falling. Her behavior was unusual for Verity, but Jamie wasn't about to question it. It was as if he was letting out all of his anger, all of his frustration and confusion, right there. A deep mean escaped from the back of his throat. His hands moved down her back, lower and lower. He let out a groan and mentally cursed the fabric that was in their way.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity was losing her clothes left and right, not really aware of where they were sent flying. She didn't care. Her mind was on one thing only. She let her hand fall from his neck down to his waist. Her fingers fumbled with his belt until it was loose and on the floor with everything else. She pressed into him, the heat from their bodies colliding.

When it was over, Verity's heart pounded. It felt like it was beating so fast it was about to jump out of her bare chest. Her head was still unclear. It happened too fast. So fast, it had barely hit her what had happened. She had somehow ended up on the floor, she realized. Her head was rested on Jamie's firm chest. For a moment, she was happy, unaware of what was happening around her, of any consequences that may erupt from their little rendez-vous.

[jamie]

Jamie had been fully aware of what he was doing the whole time. He didn't have any regrets. He outlined her face with the trace of his fingers and kissed the top of her head. He certainly had no intentions of this happening when he wandered into the seemingly abandoned place earlier today, though it was something he had been waiting for. Verity was hot, but she was beautiful, too. She was being awfully quiet. "Ver?" He called out just to make sure she was still alive.

[Verity Bromley]

"Hmm?" Verity mumbled when she was being called. She lifted herself up on to her elbow and leaned over him slightly. Her hair fell into her eyes, but she didn't care. She wished she could take a picture of his face at that moment, it looked so content. His baby blue eyes were shining and his smile brought out his adorable dimples. How had she not noticed how gorgeous he was before? Verity smiled, feeling like everything in that moment was perfect.