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Tweak says, "those aren't abs."

p . harkiss (eveningstars) wrote in valesco,
@ 2016-12-29 16:03:00

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orpheo
2017-01-16 01:10 pm UTC (link)

Octavius's eyebrows went high as he slipped his hands around her waist accordingly, expression minorly scandalised. "Well, some of us put a little more thought into our appearances, Miss Kiely," he said severely, hand sliding down to perhaps squeeze the jobless bum in question. He'd come back into the bedroom on a mission, hadn't he? He'd been looking for something, though for the life of him Octavius could not remember exactly what that was.

Which, really, was par for the course for him, but since there was such a tempting distraction to blame it on now, why not take advantage of it?

"But…" He lowered his head to the side so their cheeks nearly grazed and his lips just touched the lobe of her ear as he murmured, "I reckon there's just enough time to steal my shirt back."

One hand tightened around her waist as he stooped low to slide the other behind her knees, scooping her up into his arms.

He was very, very late.

"Tell me," Octavius began, tone casually ponderous as he rounded the corner of his bed, depositing her in the centre so there was a slight bounce, "have you always had such sticky fingers?"

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billowing
2017-01-21 08:53 pm UTC (link)

Did she have a tendency to take what she wanted? Would she be a true Slytherin if she said no?

Looking properly wild and turned on, Pippa pressed her feet into the mattress to push herself back against the pillows and headboard, never taking her gaze off of Octavius. The fun and games they played in and out of bed woke up her spirit in ways she hadn't felt in ages; instead of keeping a public and private face, Pippa felt for the first time that she never had to hide who she was. And if she felt like being a vixen with her boyfriend on what some may call one of the most romantic nights of the year, then, well.

Pippa's hands went to the bottom of her shirt as if making to remove it, but instead a wicked grin slid on her face as she tied the ends into a rather tight knot that rested high on her stomach.

"I'm sure you've heard reports of me being quite demanding," she said, eyebrows high. Her arms stretched out to the side to lie along the propped up pillows and Pippa's grin turned into a challenging smirk.

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orpheo
2017-01-22 04:38 am UTC (link)

He stood at the foot of the bed, hands braced on the mattress. His eyes followed the deliberate path of her hands while he looked thoughtful. "Oh, yes," he agreed, "I've heard you're quite the terror."

The disparity of their appearances also rather tickled him in that moment, him looking the part of the urbane gentleman, her a queen wildling. There was almost a manic glint in those blue eyes, and she seemed far too comfortable in his bed. Octavius wondered if he ought to do something about that.

His hand reached out to snake around one ankle, tugging her down the bed, closer to him. He circled his hand lightly from her shin to her toes, finally settling in a cup around her heel.

"I don't know if you've heard," he said, amused, lifting her leg slowly so that her sole ran up from his hip to his shoulder, over which he then slung it.

Keeping his gaze locked with hers, Octavius pressed his lips to that spot just on the inside of her knee, nipping it ever so lightly with his teeth while his fingers trailed up the satiny skin of her thigh. "But I'm actually the boss."

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