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Tweak says, "Hey is Shaniqua there?Hell no!"

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 08:55 pm UTC (link)

Her delicate hands moved across the muscles of his back and shoulders and he was totally in her control; before he realized it, he let loose a satisfied moan of pleasure, "Mmmmmmmm". When it had sunk in what he'd done, his head popped up and he cleared his throat, "Oh...ummm...British, yeah, you have a great accent! I've always wanted to go there".

He grinned when he heard her description of what she thought New Mexico must look like, "Egypt and Stonehenge? Sounds like a few areas I've driven by", he chuckled, "Otherwise, it's like an old western". He was listening to her description of her home too, but it was getting tough...her hands were driving him crazy. She pushed him forward and worked down to his lower back and his mind went into overdrive...Whoaaaaaaa...what's she doing? Mmmm...whatever she's doing it feels good...but what's she doing?. "Your home sounds beautiful, bet you miss it", he replied to her, half turning to look back at her.

"You're the youngest of seven and the only girl? Wow! How was that?", he asked, half turning to ask and almost ending up with a chest massage... "Ummm", turning back around, he answered her, "I have one sister, Isabel, and we were both adopted. I have no memory of my birth parents...but my adopted parents are great". Again he arched his back and exclaimed, "Oh, yeah...", then he smiled shyly and chuckled, "...sorry, that felt really good".

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chasing_gin
2008-07-18 01:39 pm UTC (link)

She was certain those pleased sounds falling from his lips were going to be her undoing. "You've always wanted to visit England? You should." The 'if we ever get back' left unspoken. She hadn't survived the year under the Carrows without vast amounts of hope, and she wasn't going to start now.

She smiled at his description. "A western? You poor dear. Is it really that dusty?" That knot is his lower back wasn't easing out, but maybe if she applied more pressure it would. She shifted slightly so he wouldn't be able to drift away and dug in a bit more. "Home is... well, it's home. It's beautiful, I'm sure, but it's not quite so nice as school, and with the chaos of such a large family..."

Her hands slid around to his side as he turned, and she wondered briefly if he was ticklish. "Being the youngest and the only girl was... frustrating, to say the least. They still try to baby me, and I'm not sure exactly what they'll do when I decided I'm ready to get married and have children. My brothers still threaten anyone that looks at me twice." He turned back, and she resumed her massage, a wide grin breaking out across her face as she finally got that knot loose... and the ensuing exclamation from the younger boy. "It's perfectly alright. I don't know how you've not been hobbled over from all that tenseness." She couldn't resist anymore, so she tickled his sides experimentally, wondering what effect it would have.

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