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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 22:24:47 GMT -5
Hmm. Why is he so nervous all of a sudden?
"Well, unless you're secretly an axe-murderer or something, I think it should be okay..."
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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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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 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 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 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 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 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 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 Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 19:58:58 GMT -5
Zea blushed at the comment.
"Well, being someone who, before professorhood, spent most of her days largely covered in mud, I didn't have much time for the whole "dating" thing."
She chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully.
"So, do you have an ulterior motive behind all of this?"
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 19:51:56 GMT -5
"I don't think so. Wasn't about to find out the hard way, though," she grinned. "I really do appreciate what you did. It was very original... not many people would do that. Especially not for sick colleagues."
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 19:04:57 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm feeling loads better. Was one of those nasty bugs that you really can't do anything with but let it run its course. I'm feeling fine now. I won't die... well, not in the next five minutes anyway. Unless rocks fall on my head."
She blushed slightly, due to her babbling, and shut her mouth.
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 17:24:07 GMT -5
"Well, it's alcohol value probably isn't as awesome as the vodka up there on that shelf, but it's certainly tasty."
"I'll drink to that," she grinned, and gently tapped her glass against his.
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 16:58:32 GMT -5
"You'll be pleased with this, I wager," she smiled. Touching her wand to the bottle, she chilled it with a quiet word, and popped out the cork. She poured it into the two glasses, and handed him one.
"Cheers," she said, smiling. "What shall we toast?"
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 8:04:39 GMT -5
"That sounds lovely," she smiled. "Ever had ice cider before? It's one of my favourites, but it can sometimes be difficult to acquire."
She flicked open the cabinet on the other side of the room with her wand, and summoned two champagne flutes.
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