”Cereal, duh" Persephone nodded, happy with his answer. "Good. If you did the milk first then you could go back to the ministry right now" she chuckled and slowly ran a hand up his arm while looking up at him and bit her lip while smiling. ”Fingers as toes. It seemed to work well for apes, so” Her hand ended up in his hair with a smile and she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him against her own body. He placed his hands on each side of her body and kissed her neck which made a shiver run down her spine and a smirk quickly showed on her lips. ”Morning person or evening person?” The question just rolled from his lips but she already knew the answer to that one. "Morning," or she thought she did. "Both actually" she whispered and kissed his jawline softly. Her hand moved from the back of his neck down to his shoulders again while she thought of another question to ask him. "Travel by broom or portkey?" she asked and let her hand slide down to his chest while she kissed his neck, her other hand on top of the one that was next to her.
Altitude
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Re: Altitude
van Frederick Crowley zo nov 25 2018, 01:39
What he wanted the most, was to get to know her better. Spend time with her and find out by himself who she was. See if the attraction he felt for her, could turn into more. The chemistry they had now was sure worth exploring. He had not expected it, but he might as well just roll with it now. Why would he try to resist it? For now it looked like they were on the same page with that. His intuition said she also wanted to do the effort. She told him she didn’t care about her reputation at all. It was good to know she wasn’t ashamed of being spotted walking next to him like this. What she said about Alison though, made him worry slightly. But he decided not to ruin her mood now by asking her about it.
Instead, he went for the distraction-strategy again. The cheesiest pick-up line he could think of was what he went for, apparently. It worked though, as it made her laugh. Frederick chuckled when she shot it right back at him. ”Please”, He reacted with a grin. He had a very important question though. When she sat down on the counter, he walked a bit closer to her and leaned against the table. Cereal first. A satisfying answer. She grabbed his shirt and he closed the distance between them by positioning himself between her legs.
”Cereal, duh”, He replied to the question. A hum sounded when he sunk into his thoughts for a second. ”Fingers as toes. It seemed to work well for apes, so”, He said after a short silence. He put his hands on each side of her body, leaning forward a bit as he placed a kiss in her neck. ”Morning person or evening person?” He asked, continuing their little game. He felt like such a teenager right now, all that was lacking was a drink.
Instead, he went for the distraction-strategy again. The cheesiest pick-up line he could think of was what he went for, apparently. It worked though, as it made her laugh. Frederick chuckled when she shot it right back at him. ”Please”, He reacted with a grin. He had a very important question though. When she sat down on the counter, he walked a bit closer to her and leaned against the table. Cereal first. A satisfying answer. She grabbed his shirt and he closed the distance between them by positioning himself between her legs.
”Cereal, duh”, He replied to the question. A hum sounded when he sunk into his thoughts for a second. ”Fingers as toes. It seemed to work well for apes, so”, He said after a short silence. He put his hands on each side of her body, leaning forward a bit as he placed a kiss in her neck. ”Morning person or evening person?” He asked, continuing their little game. He felt like such a teenager right now, all that was lacking was a drink.
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Re: Altitude
van Persephone Ichor zo nov 25 2018, 02:01
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Re: Altitude
van Frederick Crowley zo nov 25 2018, 02:31
”Back to the ministry? You’re so cruel”, He said with a hint of amusement in his voice. A shiver went down his neck when she softly pulled her fingers through his hair. Her question was an easy one. With a little bit of logic, the answer was not that hard. Focussing on them though, that proved to be difficult. She was kind of distracting him after all. Cheating much? He gave in to her pull without protest. He could vaguely smell her shampoo, along with the familiar scent of nature after rain. The answer to his question came almost right after he had posed his question. ”That’s cheating”, He murmured with a complaining tone. But how could he get angry at her for it?
By the time she had placed her hands on his chest, he almost missed her question entirely. He could barely focus as she kissed his neck. ”Fuck, ehh”, He muttered as another shiver made his whole body twitch. ”Great distances? Portkey. Else broom. It’s more like leisure to me than means of travel”, He finally replied as he had picked himself together again. Fred lifted his hand and wrapped it softly around her throat, as he brought his face so close to hers he could feel her breath on his lips. ”Favourite colour?” He asked, barely a whisper. His lips brushed against hers as he spoke, as they were that close to each other.
By the time she had placed her hands on his chest, he almost missed her question entirely. He could barely focus as she kissed his neck. ”Fuck, ehh”, He muttered as another shiver made his whole body twitch. ”Great distances? Portkey. Else broom. It’s more like leisure to me than means of travel”, He finally replied as he had picked himself together again. Fred lifted his hand and wrapped it softly around her throat, as he brought his face so close to hers he could feel her breath on his lips. ”Favourite colour?” He asked, barely a whisper. His lips brushed against hers as he spoke, as they were that close to each other.
the past and future are just ideas
Frederick Crowley
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