Aiyana Tulisano (notsoladylike) wrote in noir_mystere, @ 2012-02-28 20:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !sexualmagicplot, aiyana tulisano, duncan macnamara |
WHO: Aiya and Duncan
WHEN: February 28, Later
WHERE: Her room
WHAT: Duncan stops by to visit Aiya and he gets a little surprise when she's extra....friendly. Hehehe
RATING: Um...PG-13? Possibly teeny bit of R? Not the whole enchilada though!
Aiya had been feeling off since she got out of sexual magic class. She figured it was just because she knew she shouldn't have let Lia coerce her into that class in the first place. Not to mention she'd been up all night finishing a paper and then studying for a test the next day. She wouldn't tell anyone that she frequently neglected proper hours of sleep in the vein of hard work, but it was a normal occurrence. A lot of the time there wasn't enough hours in the day to finish everything she had to do. Aiya kept herself full on the activity scale, and she liked it the way it was. Today's class had been about potions, but she had no idea that one had gone very wrong. She felt a little warm, so she opened the windows in her room before getting down to work. After an hour, she was even hotter, so she decided to change into a pair of black shorts and a an orange cropped shirt that she usually wore when she was just lounging around. And typically with a tank underneath, but she was too warm for that now. When that didn't yield relief, Aiya decided a nap was in order. Maybe she just really needed sleep and she was becoming feverish because of the lack.
Crawling into her bed, she kicked the covers off despite it being the end of February. When she discovered she didn't need sleep after all, Aiya became desperate. What the hell was going on? Before she could work out a reason, there was a knock on the door. Groaning, she rolled her eyes as she climbed out, straightening her hair to make sure the messy bun was still intact as she padded across the floor. Opening it, her expression instantly transformed. Duncan. Her eyes trailed over him slowly, deliberately, and without the hesitation she normally possessed. When mahogany once again met clear blue, Aiya smiled; like a cat about to trap the mouse after hours of chasing. "Hey there handsome," she all but purred, and she didn't even register that her voice didn't sound so much like her own.