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Tweak says, "DARLING!"

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
2008-08-07 11:15 pm UTC (link)

"I'll let you too," Gin agreed with a chuckle. She'd started rubbing his chest and upper arms to relax the muscles there and give herself time to calm down from his kisses. Being in his lap wasn't helping, and the thinner material of their swimsuits wasn't hiding as much as him in trousers would, but sitting against him like this felt marvelous.

"Then how can you tell me? Or... show me?" she asked questioningly. "Maybe not today but.. sometime?" She'd love to know what was on his mind. Maybe he'd tell her, but she'd settle for an eventually. For now, at least. "You did say that. Did you mean it?" She was tempted to see what he'd do if she rocked against him just so... but no, she'd behave herself. At least in this one area.

"Are you sure it isn't just me that's wicked?" She bit the inside of her cheek as his fingers trailed up the inside of her thighs. "Or you, perhaps?" Her stomach sucked in a vain effort to escape his fingers on her abdomen, and she let out a breathy giggle. "St...stop, ticklish!"

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