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

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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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[info]hellsboy
2009-07-16 04:49 am UTC (link)
This had quickly become one of those situations that Sam had warned him against being any part of except this wasn't exactly his fault. Or hers really. He thought she was cute but in normal times he would have been able to behave himself. Even if she was one of the sweetest, most jellybean like girls he'd ever met. Wait, jellybeans? Damn.

His fingers found her hair again, combing through until the tips brushed her face again even as she scooted her hips in closer. He could definitely not hide the fact that he was aroused now and that her nip against his lips was almost more than he could maintain his self control against.

She was a betwitching witch. A combination made worse (or better?!) only by the fact that her hair was beyond beautiful the more they kissed. That was to his credit, right? Or was she just incidentally aroused to hair magic the way he was by the tent in his boxers beneath her? He wasn't sure he cared except for the fact that he almost wanted to stop kissing her to eat a funnel cake. Oh yes, funnel cake. Mmmm. But her lips tasted like funnel cake and so he was nibbling them gently. Tasty Tonks she would be from now on.

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[info]polymorphic
2009-07-16 05:23 am UTC (link)
It decidedly wasn't a sort of situation that Tonks found herself in often. She could tease and poke, but rarely partook. First there was training, and then there was being an Auror and being involved with the Order. But this wasn't either of their faults. Neither would anything that came next. Right? ..Right.

Normally, people kept their eyes closed when they were kissing. The inquisitive woman opened one though, and then opened them both. It was amazing. There were shooting stars and firecrackers and all sorts of fantastical things. Fantastical even for a person who lived magic!

Wanting more of the sensations, and of the fantastical things that she was seeing, fingers moved to those funny-looking boxers and tugging demandingly at them. Who needed boxers or leather pants? Dean tasted like chocolate chip biscuits!

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