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Harold Dingle (_dingle) wrote in wished,

Harold wanted the exact motions to occur. That he couldn't deny, even to himself no matter how much they bickered and agrued amongst each other on a daily bases. It wasn't something that he expected to follow through when the entire day started. Of course, he couldn't predict what would happen in his life, no matter how much he wanted it to. Maybe if he was better at accomplishing divination, but that wasn't something that mattered at the moment. The action that was setting forth what was, especially to him. Especially with that he was currently feeling. When these situations happened between the two of them, Kegg knew exactly what to do or touch upon him to kick in the adrenline on quickly and the yearning to increase to an incrediable amount. He was sure, without a doubt, that any guy would want to be his position, but he wouldn't trade it to be with any other woman for anything simply because it felt right.

As Veronica slid her body against his own, he felt her figure pressed up against him. Hands moving down her body as she did so, Harold had a few scattered thougths of taking her home for a bit of privacy. However, he knew hos much those images ran through his mind, she would never agree to it. There was a certain part of their "relationship" that was beyond their boarder and becoming more intimate was that point. Each time the surprise of becoming closer was at foot, it was better than the last. They were usually friendly during such moments, but they seemingly became hotter each time. It was enough for Harold to wish these rare occurances were more frequent.

Harold pulled her closer in a posessive way as she spoke of ending their moment with a simple shake of his head. That wasn't what he wanted. In fact, he wanted more of her and feeling her amazing body pressed up against him. "No, no, don't stop," he muttered against Kegg's ear, doing his best not to use a tone that teetered along begging. That was the last thing he wanted to do, show a sign of weakness of the sort. Maybe with another person, it would be perfectly fine, but with Veronica that would be unacceptable.

Just as it seemed as though they were finally about to feel their lips upon each other, Veronica's lip grazed along his own and followed up his cheek. It suddenly felt like denial mixed in with a bunch of teasing. The latter was an action that he didn't mind at all. Heck, they've done that for years dating back into their years within Hogwarts. It was being denied that he didn't enjoy, not even a little bit. As much as he didn't want their moment to be ruinned, it was something that had to be. They couldn't spend the entire day grinding upon each other without achieving anything further.

Harold trailed a few kisses upon her ear, before placing his hand upon her cheek, forcing the woman to look directly at him. Leaning his head close towards the woman, his lips ready to press on her own. Just as it seemed as though he was gonna take the free kiss to claim as his own, a grin spread across his facial features. "I don't want this to stop," he said in a whisper loud enough for Veronica to hear. "But I can't remember how much it costs for a minute." The words were vague, however, Harold was sure that she would pick up exactly what he meant, even if it took a second or two. His expression didn't show the twinge of reget upon it, as his lips pressed against her chin.