Who: Antigone Ivanova & Weiland Mulciber Where: Her house Why: She's antsy after the mark burning When: After the mark burned, later evening Rating: R headed to NSFW\NC17 *pats antigone* Status: Complete, Fade to black ^_^
Weiland sent the last owl off with a small treat and got himself ready to go. He put on a clean set of workout clothes, stretched a bit to work out some of the kinks from his last sparring session with Antigone, and grabbed a green bottle labled with parchment from the wine rack in the pantry. He took a deep breath before Apparating from Kent into London. Emerging from around the corner, he made his way to the house and rang the bell.
Antigone answered the door in black form fitting capris, a sapphire blue camisole over an obvious sports bra and plain ballet flat shoes. She wasn't dolled up but had a dust of blue eyeshadow on. Her long hair was french braided down her back and hung tied off with a strip of leather cord. [ http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=35303848 ] she smiled and held the door for him, "Come on in, my friend." she gestured for him to slip inside, her own eyes making sure no one was being nosey.
Weiland moved inside smoothly and quietly; he'd made sure to stay undetected as he arrived and noticed no one as he approached. He offered the bottle of red wine--a fine vintage claret he'd been saving for a special occasion--and smiled. "You certainly look ready for battle tonight," he said. He couldn't help but admire her for a moment--she was captivating even at her most unmade.
Slender fingers with manicured nails took the bottle from his hands, examining it before smiling at him. "This is wonderful." Antigone closed the door and locked it up tight. She didn't mean to be paranoid, but it was certainly safer that way. "Before or after?" she asked holding up the bottle. "Of course I am, although I threw a shirt on for decency's sake. I won't lie. 2 hours of burning left me rather antsy." Antigone led him up some stairs to the top floor of the house. The room was small, but her house was too, it had a balcony that was open to the outside although he could feel the tinge of magic warding it from prying eyes. The hard wood floors were covered with mats, weights sat against one wall, a rack of towels on another, and a bag hung from the ceiling in another corner. ( http://media.primelocation.com/HOHAGR/HOHA/HOHA4418768/PHOTO_03.JPG )"I am sorry it is much smaller than your place"
"After, this time," he said, following Antigone up the stairs, scratching absently at his arm as she described the burning in her own. He walked around the room and took in the whole setup, nodding with satisfaction at the ward around the balcony. They didn't need Aurors responding to reports of a domestic dispute. "No, I like it," he said finally. "It's more intimate. Not so much room to back away from the fight." He shed his trainers and the light jacket he wore, and stood barefoot in a black sleeveless shirt and trackpants. He stretched his arms behind his back, taking in a deep breath. "So what do you want to start with tonight?"
Antigone nodded and set the bottle out in the other room so they'd not knock it over. She deposited the camisole off on the towel rack and swept the braid to rest between her shoulder blades. She moved to open the balcony and allow some of the brilliant night air to come in. "That was what I was thinking. I could have tried the rooftop but... " she shrugged, it was too open and exposed for her tastes. "A little sparring perhaps?" she asked with a brow arched. Antigone didn't really have just sparring on her mind, but thats what the wine was for. She already had a whisper of sweat on her skin, she'd obviously been working out since before her owls to him. "I just can't sit still tonight." she confided.
"I know how you feel," Weiland said, taking a step back. "When the Dark Lord calls, it's hard to think of anything else until the work is done." He dropped into a fighting stance and grinned. "You look like you've already warmed up--let's see what you've got."
"It was very hard to focus on anything. It's been awhile." she quipped as she slid into a stance. She rolled her shoulder once to work out a kink before she pressed the attack - Antigone was rather flexible from her years of practice and fighting, so when she threw a high kick, it was a bit higher than necessary, something she'd been trying to work on lately. She moved quickly, not giving him any less than he'd want from her.
Weiland blocked Antigone's kick with his forearm--impressed with the height she'd managed--and dropped to sweep her other leg out from under her. He was glad to see she was throwing herself into this exercise--and pondered for a moment how much more physical this could get.
Antigone squeaked a little as she was tripped up by his sweep. She didn't go all the way down, catching herself low but off balance. The action was greeted with a faint snarl of annoyance, that was a dumb move on her part. Since she was low, she hooked a foot around his pulling as she got to her feet and moving closer to knock him a little off balance. She was aiming to return the favor of being dumped to the floor.
Weiland felt Tig's foot binding his and found himself falling forward, just enough to be able to catch himself, tumble off and spring up again. Spinning, he lashed out with his arm, hoping to catch her wrist.
She let him catch her wrist and tugged back trying to pull him close to her. She was prepping to drive a knee into his gut when he did so. Her eyes sparkled as they continued, she was already enjoying this.
He smiled as he anticipated her move, and pulled her leg around his waist instead, rolling so that they hit the floor with her on top of him. He loosened his grip just slightly, to let her start the next part of the action. He took in the sight of sweat glistening on her skin in the light, highlighting the muscle tone in her arms. The next time he needed to catch her off-balance, he knew just what to do.
She grunted when she hit the floor under him. Sneaky bastard had caught her in a trap that she missed. Immediatly she wrapped her legs around his hips and sought to free her hand from his. She was searching for a good opening to hip out or grab and turn into some kind of hold. She was breathing easy, still, but she was trying to figure out a way out of this one, so it was a little more heavy
Weiland was breathing heavy as well. He pulled his surprise, to try to buy time and a little movement--he cupped his free hand behind Antigone's neck and pulled her forward to kiss her.
Her attempts to find a good hold fell flat in the face of that one. She leaned up and into the kiss, however, even as her hands fell back to the floor in a moment of surprise. He bought all the time he'd need with that kiss. Her legs relaxed for a moment, too, and a shiver raced down her spine.
In a moment of desire--or weakness--Weiland pushed forward and sat up, holding Antigone in that kiss and wanting more. He wrapped his other arm around her waist, leaving it to Antigone to decide if sparring was truly over or not.
Antigone wanted to keep sparring but he was doing a healthy job of distracting her. She hadn't been expecting it, and she couldn't really argue because it did do the same thing as exercising did - get her heart rate up. Part of her mind wandered, wondering what being pulled close and kissed by Rab would feel like, the other half was moving her hands. She draped an arm over his shoulder, her other hand moving as they sat up a bit, to run over his chest. There was an appreciative as her fingers traced over his bare skin. In effect, the sparring match was over, she was just too well distracted.