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Tweak says, "Holla at yo boy"

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

Entry tags:

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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chasing_gin
2008-07-30 04:32 pm UTC (link)

Ginny blushed as Max said she was bewitching. She let him help her onto the mat, curling herself against him in a comfortable but intimate sitting position. She liked being able to have so much skin-to-skin contact.

The cave was deep enough to stretch out in, and the spongy material covered the floor almost entirely. She raised an eyebrow as she thought about that, wondering exactly what the younger man had in mind. "A bed, Max? Perv." She said it teasingly, not really minding the thought.

No, she didn't mind at all. In fact, her mind fled to the far corners as he started kissing down her neck. Did he realize how sensitive that particular area was? He was driving her mad, and her rational thought had almost completely left her in the face of this need.

His words just barely registered. More powerful? The first kiss had been completely electrifying, and the nibbles and kisses along her neck... could she handle more? "I want you to kiss me. I... It'll be alright."

She wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing. She could handle it.

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