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Post by Ryan Vogel on Sept 26, 2008 17:26:57 GMT -5
Ryan watched her with intent eyes as she spoke and let her kiss him; what harm could it do? He kissed her back hard until she moved her lips away and heading across his face, down his neck, with obvious intentions. He grinned at her coyly as she continued to push him towards the center of the room.
When she pushed him, he thought he was going to fall back onto the floor, but instead he fell against a wall. Ironic, he thought. He turned his head to notice the door was still open and reached out to close it. It closed a little loudly, but nothing that would alarm Tom or any of the drunkards downstairs.
He reached out for her and pulled on her hips so that both of theirs met, and kissed her.
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Post by Avatra Faitell on Sept 27, 2008 5:57:12 GMT -5
The noise didn't startle Avatra nor did it break her from her intense gaze at him. She only did that whe she felt hands on her, she let her eyes close enjoying the sensation and then the lips came next.
She smiled evily into the kiss as she was content to lean against his body. He really was quite the attractive boy. No man, boys didn't kiss the way he was kissing her. Another test he had passed she suposed. She was getting to the point where her brain shut off and her instincts took over. If it felt good it didn't matter of the who or whats, or even whys.
Her heartbeat quickened she reached her hands up his shirt, delicately sliding her fingers over his bare chest. God he was in amazing shape. Now that business was out of the way they could move on to the fun couldn't they?
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Post by Ryan Vogel on Sept 29, 2008 15:19:09 GMT -5
ooc; This is full of smut, but I like it.
Ryan enjoyed watching her look at him, watching her put her cold hands on his warm chest. Temperature sensations weren't a terrible thing, and this was all too good. Of course, he had never planned on any of this with Avatra, but maybe she did. Either way, it didn't matter. It was happening. Now.
He smiled at her again, kissed her in the same fashion, and then moved his hands up her waist, her shirt inching its way up. His hands were big around her tiny waist, and he moved one hands to the small of her back. Ryan used his nails to lightly scratch her from the small of her back and up to where her shirt started, right along her spine, with every intention to make her chill.
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Post by Avatra Faitell on Sept 30, 2008 10:30:42 GMT -5
OOC:: Muaahah that is all I can say about this next post -grins-::
Avatra didn't suppress the gasp that escaped her lips when she felt his hands on her. So he had done this before. She smiled into his next kiss.
Her eyes closed and chill ran up her spine just behind his hands, she was going to enjoy this whole teacher student thing. However another sensation hit her entirely. She pushed Ryan away and grabbed her forearm. She was late. Ryan had taken longer then she expected with all his resistance. Not that it was a bad thing, but that means she was rather pushed for time.
"Sorry love", Avatra breathed she stepped past him and grabbed her shirt. Her eyes fell on him completely full of lust and promises. "Our Dark Lord calls", she smiled. Yes she had used the word "our" He belonged now.
She stepped to him lightly placing her hand hand on the side of his face, tracing her nails down his neck, "Pity I have to leave", she said with a sigh, "You'll hear from me very soon", she smiled her coy little smile She stood up on her toes and put her lips very close to his ear, "goodbye for now", she whispered, and bit his earlobe lightly before dissapearing with a pop. It was best not to keep the Dark Lord waiting. She was however quite annoyed at the state she was in, now she'd be frustrated all night.
Perhaps she could make a toy out of one of the less slimier deatheaters.
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Post by Ryan Vogel on Sept 30, 2008 16:05:21 GMT -5
Ryan liked the way Avatra had gasped. That meant that she was a little vulnerable too, a little unexpecting of him and what he was capable of. That was a good thing.
He looked at her, a confused look on her face, when she pushed herself away from him. Did she not want to continue? But then she had said the their Dark Lord called, that she needed to go to Him instead. Ryan nodded, understanding, would have made the same decision.
She had said "our Dark Lord." Ryan wasn't the giddy type, but that definitely caused a flood of relief to course through his body. He belonged, or at least he would soon. This was good.
As he was about to Apparate to his home, he thought of how good this night had turned out, and how he would prove Ava wrong. He wouldn't even tell her.. it'd be a surprise.
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