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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 20:15:18 GMT -5
"Heh, want into my vodka stash, do you? I could almost certainly drink you under the table, so don't even think about trying a challenge of any sort. I'm Russian."
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 17, 2007 20:21:14 GMT -5
Aesir grinned. "Well, I'm not 'rushin' ye, so we can take our time should we decide to crack it open." he said, his face several inches beside hers. He put on a charming smile. "But I suppose we have to finish one thing at a time, don't we?"
His voice had lowered a tad, as did his arm, slowly wrapping itself around her waist. "Cider's great, by the way. Thanks."
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 20:49:35 GMT -5
Oh god. Meep. It has been far, far, FAR too long since I've had ANY kind of intimate contact. Oh god.
Despite the inward struggle, Zea managed to keep her composure, and she sipped at her cider.
"Ice cider has been one of my favourites since I was young. Had a relative ship some to me, been an addict since. It's a fair bit more Muggle than Firewhiskey, but delicious nonetheless. And far be it from me to detract from the achievements of Muggles... picking apples after a frost to make cider with is something I'd never have figured out would be good."
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 17, 2007 20:55:18 GMT -5
"There are plenty of Muggle things that can be just as magical as wizard things. Take Star Wars and Indiana Jones fer example." he said, chuckling. Slowly, he placed his flute down and let his hand creep up her back to her shoulder, putting his other hand on the other shoulder and began to massge her.
"And massages, I daresay are always magical in their own means. Especially with a good drink, but ye should probably put that down, ye know, in case I hit a good spot." he whispered into her ear as he began to work his own magic with his hands.
Cuz ye don't have any of yer own.
Oh, quiet. It's workin, ain't it?
Good point.
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 20:58:47 GMT -5
Oh bloody hell. And the man has to be a genius with his hands, too, eh?
She shivered slightly.
Calm the bloody hell down, body. You're acting like a virgin on prom night.
Yeah, well, it's been about that long, hasn't it?
Quiet.
She leaned back as Aesir's hands worked at her sore muscles.
"Well, well, where did we learn this?"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 17, 2007 21:03:13 GMT -5
"Sweden. I helped out with a Quidditch match there. Decided I'd learn how while I was there on my off time." he answered.
Yeah, while dating that lovely young thing from the parlor. Mhmm. Now she was able to work magic with her hands.
He moved his hands lower down her back. "Ye know, ye're really tense. Relax a bit, I ain't gonna hurt ye. Ye know, it'd help a bit an' probably feel better too if ye took yer jacket off."
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 21:08:50 GMT -5
Zea smirked.
"Well, leather is probably not the preferred material for this particular activity. Have your way."
She stepped aside and shrugged her jacket off, hanging it off the chaise. Her back was fairly well-muscled - years of working in the field with shovels and bending over things had seen to that.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 17, 2007 21:19:33 GMT -5
Having my way? Not just yet, my dear.
He evaluated her back and whistled inwardly.
Wow. That's nice...
He began to massage her bare shoulders again, grinning a grin she couldn't see. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you have a mighty fine body, Zea. Never thought archeology would be this healthy for ye." he chuckled. "Or leave skin this smooth..."
He softly traced a finger over her shoulder teasingly before picking up his flute and taking another sip. He then moved his hands lower down her back again, gently massaging her. He had some pretty strong hands, and dexterous too. His fingers were not only nimble, but knew where to press.
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 21:24:54 GMT -5
"Depends on where you are and what you're doing. I've done a lot of medieval excavations. There's a lot of bloody mud in this country, and I've spent a lot of time lifting it."
She grinned at him over her shoulder.
"And what can I say? They say mud baths are good for the skin... needless to say, my hands aren't remotely in the same condition..."
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 17, 2007 21:30:52 GMT -5
Darn, she's good lookin'.
He looked her in the eye as she turned around and quirked his head sideways as he wrapped an arm around her waist.
"That so? Well, maybe sometime ye can return the favor and I can be the judge of that. Till then, I'll just compliment yer lovely physique." he said, leaning in ever so slightly. "That is, if ye don't mind. If ye do, I can stop and that'll be that..."
His arm began to loosen a bit around her waist as he pulled back ever so slowly.
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 21:38:21 GMT -5
Zea looked down at the floor, then raised her head.
Communication. Key. Remember?
"Okay, let's make a few things clear. I'm not looking for a relationship, commitment, anything like that. I'm looking for, essentially, a trustworthy friend with a few... benefits. No real strings. Can you handle that?"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 17, 2007 21:45:58 GMT -5
What!?
Straightforward, ain't she?
Uh huh.
Lucky, ain't ye?
Uh huh.
Pick up yer d*mn jaw, ye moron.
Aesir blinked. Blunt, wasn't she? He blinked his surprise and smiled devilishly. His hand slowly yet firmly wrapped around her waist again and he pulled her a little closer. "Got it. No real strings. I think I can handle that." he said softly.
What about Elsbeth?
It's a date. Very far from now. Ain't like you two are serious, anyway. Hell, ye ain't even really datin'. She doesn't even like ye all that much. She's made that clear.
He looked to Zea.
Why do I have to be such a sap fer a pretty lass.
"The question remains if ye think ye can handle me." he asked, grinning and nudging her nose with his for a second. "I can completely understand if ye say no though." he continued, a little louder and trying to play it off-handedly.
Pleeeeeeeeease for the love of god, don't!
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 22:02:02 GMT -5
"I sincerely doubt I'd have been so blunt if I couldn't. Look, you're an attractive, single man, I'm also single, we seem to be able to not wring each other's necks every time we see each other, it's exactly what I'm looking for."
She smiled, ever so slightly, and took his hand.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 17, 2007 22:06:33 GMT -5
"Ye know what?" he said, smiling somewhat as he held her hand, setting down his empty flute of cider. "I think the vodka can wait."
He leaned forward and kissed her. It had been a while for him and he threw caution to the wind, deciding to enjoy the moment.
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 22:10:10 GMT -5
His mouth was cool and firm against hers. She broke it off, before it went too far.
"We'll save the vodka for next time, I think," she nodded at him.
"One more thing - I think we ought to definitely keep this on the downlow. Students gossip enough as it is, let's keep this behind closed doors, all right?"
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