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Dora Tonks is (polymorphic) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-04 12:21:00

Entry tags:

!incomplete, day 14, dean winchester, location: thrift store, nymphadora tonks, open

Who: Tonks and..OTA
Where: The Thrift Shoppe
When: Day 14, around 1045am
What: Tonks wants new clothes
Rating: PG?
Status: Incomplete

Reminder: The Thrift Shoppe is the site where all five reactions combine.

Today was a good day. Tonks could feel it. So good, in fact that she was quite giggly while cruising along the path toward the thrift store. The witch needed new threads like whoa. Her poor jeans were still quite holey (more holey than normal) since they hadn't been fixed up with the magical reset. Holey. Holy. She started laughing at the wordplay. "Should give my clothes a right proper burial, bein' holy and all." This was spoken conversationally. But there was no one around.

All the same, the woman with the pink-and-green striped hair was bouncing along closer to the store. "When I'm out walkin' I strut my stuff, an' I'm so strung out.." Not too bad of a singer, but dancing was out of the question. She twirled around and strutted her stuff like the song said, but only ended up tripping over her own feet and tumbling to the ground. "Oi!" Looking quite put out, she stayed there for a minute and then started giggling at herself and laid back on the ground, right in the middle there. And why not? It was as fine a place as any.

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hellsboy
2009-07-16 04:20 am UTC (link)

Those tentacles! He couldn't help himself. He giggled and watched for a brief moment before he was careening over onto his ass on the floor again. Hadn't he just decided not to fall over? Fat lot of good that had done him! His bottom ached but the leather pants hadn't ripped. Maybe Tonks was more magic than she thought or perhaps Elvis was in the building.

"Oh right, a good bird," he giggled and looked up at the peeking dark eyes. "You're a saint!"

His hands found her hips automatically. What was a guy to do with a cute girl on his lap? This time the kiss was his idea, he initiated it. And it was less than innocent by comparison to the ones she'd been giving. Nothing tentative about it. There was no doubt, from her perch on his lap, just how interested he was right now in her.

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polymorphic
2009-07-16 04:33 am UTC (link)

"Saint Tonks!" She thought about it, in his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. It really wasn't fair, this particular spell. Tonks was sort of touchy-feely to begin with. Just with poking and hugs, so on and so forth. Add that to the really good way that she felt, and the way his hands felt on her hips, and it was just sort of a recipe for danger. "I like it." Finished, but only barely before he was kissing her.

She returned the kiss, moving so skinny hips were closer. He smelled good. Like..no, Tonks couldn't quite place it. He smelled sweet, a bit like candy. No, wait. He smelled like the trees in the autumn. Or..Oo, candy actually sounded really good. But so did kissing him. And since Tonks was squirming in Dean's lap, she was good with exactly what was happening. Playfully, the witch pulled away only enough to nip at his lower lip before kissing him again. Tentacles faded away, but brightly hued hair was positively radiating.

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