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Gin Weasley (chasing_gin) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-14 22:19:00

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complete, day 7, ginny weasley, max evans, pheromones

Day Seven
Who: Ginny and Max
Where: The Hot Springs
When: Day Seven, Mid-morning
What: Love Potion No. 9, aka "Pheremone Shenanigans".
Why: Apparently Gin sniffed the flowers. :)
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Status: Unfinished

The scent of the flowers had been particularly strong that morning as Gin sat in her room with the windows open. She'd slept later than she liked, so she skipped breakfast and headed out to explore this new place. Her new home. It certainly didn't have the cozy feel of the Burrow or even the Gryffindor dorms, but it was pretty nice to not be forced into sharing the bathroom.

She'd walked aimlessly all morning, weaving in and out of the gardens for a bit, but hadn't come across anyone yet. She got to what appeared to be some hot springs and decided to relax in one a bit before heading back to the main part of the resort. She pulled out her wand before shrugging off her robe and transfiguring her top and skirt into a relatively modest swimsuit.

A soft breeze sent an enticing new scent past her nose as she dipped her foot into the spring, and she turned to look around her. She didn't notice anyone or anything new in sight, so she ignored the smell and waded slowly into the spring until she could sit and relax.

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alien_max
2008-07-17 11:13 am UTC (link)

As she moved towards him, she asked him questions about himself; Max was so taken with her, that it took him a moment to answer, “Oh, I’m from Roswell, New Mexico. Kinda small town”, he shrugged and smiled, “lots of desert and rock formations”, then he got a faraway look to his eyes, “but it really does have it’s own special beauty”. His face flushed a bit, “Where are you from, Ginny, and what is ‘Quidditch’?”, the closer she got to him the faster his heart beat, “You sound English…is it an English sport?”

Ginny was within arms reach of him now and Max could feel every nerve ending in his body reacting to her, as the sun made her hair look like copper silk. Max worried about his alien physiology and how he had only ever kissed one girl and the reaction…the totally incredible exchange…her body could barely handle it, she was so overwhelmed…he felt what she felt…she felt what he felt…they exchanged not only feelings, but memories too…it was just kissing, but even that was like one giant orgasm. What would actual sex be like? He worried…why did he say she? He looked at Ginny…why couldn’t he remember his own girlfriend’s name?

Before he knew it, he was turning around and offering his broad, muscular back to the enchanting redhead…it was the only polite thing to do…right? Max braced himself for the touch of her hands on his body…he felt sensitized all over…he was only glad that she couldn’t see his face turning red…or other parts of his anatomy. Control yourself, Max! She’s just giving you a massage. Don’t be a perv. It doesn’t mean anything.. Laying his chin on his crossed arms, the alien boy tried to make conversation, “So, do you have any brothers or sisters, Ginny?”.

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chasing_gin
2008-07-17 02:22 pm UTC (link)

She put her hands on his shoulders and began kneading out the knots in his back while she wondered how to answer his questions. She hadn't really meant to mention her budding Quidditch career to a muggle, athough there was something about Max... maybe he was a squib raised in the muggle world, or some form of magical being. She decided to answer around that particular question for now, unsure of how he'd take news of her being a witch. "I am British. Good ear."

"Desert and rock formations? Sounds like Egypt meets Stonehenge. Ottery St. Catchpole--that's where I'm from, it's in Devon--is pretty small as well, but there is a lot of forest and a few fields surrounding the town." She'd never been to America, but thought she'd have to make a trip one day... that is, if she was ever released from this place. Still, having Max to herself for now without having to travel... she wasn't going to complain.

She really had the urge to kiss him, but she didn't want to scare him off. What was a girl to do? She settled for sliding her hands lower down his back, gently giving him a slight push forward so she could access that part of his back better. What a fit bloke! Yum. She wondered what it'd be like to be in those strong-looking arms of his.

"I'm the youngest of seven, and the only girl born to my family in a few generations. It's a bit frustrating sometimes, truthfully. What about you?"

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