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orsino thruston is not amused ([info]oneandtwoand) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-01-04 17:54:00

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Entry tags:!1998: 01, !complete, orsino thruston, penelope clearwater

Who: Penelope Clearwater & Orsino Thruston
When: Monday evening
Where: Oliver & Penny's flat
What: In Jenn's words - "The adventures of an orange crate. Special appearances by Spam, Ogdens and possibly the Cuddle Fairy".
Rating: PG-13 for "FRUSTRATED SEXY DRUNKEN ANARCHY"

It had been a slow Monday.  When one didn't have a normal job of the nine-to-five variety, Mondays were not a dreaded return to the rat-race.  For Orsino, it usually meant eating leftovers from last night's dinner for breakfast, maybe working on some music, and, for the past week, taking Seven for an hour long walk.  Actually having something scheduled for that evening was a strange feeling.  If he did anything with any of the other Weird Sisters, it was usually a spontaneous occurence.  Such as the night they'd spent drinking at Gid and Merton's (and Heath's, now) last week.  Considering the circumstances, Orsino hadn't lasted long, dozing off in mid-conversation after much less alcohol than he usually managed. 

He didn't anticipate this night ending similarly.  For one thing, he doubted alcohol would be involved - he'd accidentally left most of his own at the house in Ireland, with the exception of the scotch that had been glued to his hand all night.  And he rather hoped none there wouldn't been too much dwelling on the latests goings on in the Ministry, though he supposed it might inveitably come up briefly.  Still.  This was certainly a strange situation.  As far as Orsino understood, he was going to the flat Penny shared with Oliver, with an orange crate, so that they could hug.  Who in their right mind made plans like that?  He wasn't even sure why he'd sent that owl the other day, and wondered if perhaps he'd still been drunk.

In any case, Orsino liked Penny well enough, and had enjoyed their interactions over the past few weeks.  He'd warmed to her much more quickly than he usually did, probably because they already shared friends.  She was a bit odd, sure, but when he compared that with some of the other people he knew...well, she wasn't so bad.  So, after feeding Seven and letting her out for a while, he snatched up the crate from where it was resting near the coffee table and stood in the hearth, preparing to floo over to Oliver's.  It had been a while since Orsino had used the Floo network, and when he gave the location and threw the powder to the floor, he was mildly taken aback by the sensation. 

He arrived almost as soon as his own flat had disappeared and only just managed to keep himself from stumbling out of the fireplace, into Penny and Oliver's living room.  It was...well, he wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but he supposed it fit.  Orsino dropped the orange crate onto the floor next to his feet.

"Hello?"



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[info]_penny
2010-01-04 11:34 pm UTC (link)
It had been a crazy Monday at work ; Penny had tried to anticipate the Owls at her desk and arrived just shy of eight. There were twelve owls perched on the sill blinking at her, and that had just been the start of it.

Four howlers, nine hours and one very rushed lunch of sub-standard caffeiene, Penny had pushed the door open to her flat and let out a heartfelt sigh. The shoes bounced off the wall with two soft 'thuds' as she padded her way out of her room in a pair of comfortably faded jeans and start assembling a spam sandwich.

A few moments later there was a louder thud and a voice that definatly wasn't Oliver brogue called through to the kitchen. Penny took time to pop the margerine into the fridge before stepping through to find Orsino. And the promised orange crate.

"Hullo," she beamed at him before arching an eyebrow at the box "Can I get you a drink? Orange juice?"

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[info]oneandtwoand
2010-01-04 11:41 pm UTC (link)
For a few moments, Orsino thought Penny was serious about the orange juice.

"No. Thanks. I don't really like - " he began, then stopped suddenly when he caught the crate out of the corner of his eyes and felt rather stupid. She'd been joking, of course. Though he expected she had orange juice regardless. "Er. What do you have?"

He left the crate where it was - they didn't exactly need it right this instant - and walked further into the room, towards the kitchen. The flat actually reminded him a bit of his own, and it was obviously a younger set inhabited it. Sight of the kitchen reminded Orsino of how he hadn't had a proper dinner, and though he wasn't truly hungry even now, a drink sounded very good. Maybe she'd offer some food.

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[info]_penny
2010-01-04 11:49 pm UTC (link)
Schooling her features in an attempt not to start laughing at him was utterly in vain, and if anyone had looked closely they might have seen her shoulders shaking.

"We have the usual hot drinks ; tea, coffee, healthy stuff that I'm afraid to try and butterbeer and pumpkin juice." Beckoning for him to follow her she opened the fridge to highlight the drinks. There was an alarmingly large amount of pumpkin juice in there ; Penny counted it - along with ice cream - as another weakness.

"Theres also grown up drinks ; Ogdens, red wine and something called advocaat. I wouldn't reccomend it though as its something our neighbour Sheila used to drink when she came round for Christmas. Its bright yellow and has raw eggs in it. "

Giving a small shrug she picked up the plate of sandwiches and offered him one with an innocent smile.

"Sandwich?"

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[info]oneandtwoand
2010-01-04 11:55 pm UTC (link)
"Raw eggs?" Orsino's nose scrunched. "Pass on that. Actually, Ogden's would be great."

Perhaps he'd been wrong about the presence of alcohol tonight. Although he wasn't sure if Penny was partaking as well, and wondering briefly whether he ought to wait and see what she was drinking first, and gauge it from there. That thought was quickly quashed, though. If he wanted to drink Ogden's, he was damn well going to drink Ogden's.

A plate of sandwiches was suddenly presented to him, almost before he'd had time to sort out what he was planning to drink. He attempted to ascertain what kind they were, but it was difficult to see their contents from this angle. Given what he knew of Penny's eating preferences, he thought it might be safer to ask before taking the plunge.

"What's in them?"

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[info]_penny
2010-01-05 12:02 am UTC (link)
"Meat," Penny answered quickly "And salady stuff; lettuce and tomatoes. That sort of thing. They're delicious. Honest."

Penny reached up for the Ogdens and unscrewed the cap before eying the bottle warily. Part of her knew that drinking was a Bad Idea but a small voice in the back of her head echoed that after today ; she deserved it. And it wasn't as though she had to go into the office tomorrow.

The voice won.

"Hang on," she said suddenly suspcious "When do I get my hug o unfeasably tall one?"

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[info]oneandtwoand
2010-01-05 12:08 am UTC (link)
That didn't take long. When he'd arrived, Orsino still wasn't one hundred percent positive she'd been serious about this thing. But it seemed she was. Unless this was another joke. He wasn't stupid, he knew, but sometimes Orsino had difficulties picking up on people's senses of humor when he didn't know them very well.

He decided to address the sandwich debacle first. The fact that Penny had used words like "meat" and "salady stuff" didn't exactly inspire confidence, or an appetite. What sort of "meat" was she referring to? And what exactly was involved in "salady stuff"? He decided it would be a show of good will to at least take one.

"Sure," he said, reaching to the plate and grabbing one of the smallest. Before he gave it a try though, he shrugged and said, his face very serious, "Dunno. I guess we have to see if this doesn't poison me, first."

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[info]_penny
2010-01-05 12:14 am UTC (link)
In the spirit of goodwil - and because she wasn't the type of person to offer anything she wouldn't eat it herself - Penny reached for the other half of the sandwich and bit into it.

She was wrong ; everything she had ever heard about Spam was true and Penny chewed balefully on the tasteless cardboard before swallowing with a grimace.,

There was not enough sauces or pickles to make spam tasty.

"I think after that I need a drink. A large one."

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[info]oneandtwoand
2010-01-05 12:22 am UTC (link)
Orsino still hadn't tried the sandwich in his hand and, after seeing Penny's reaction, he was seriously considering whether it was advisable to do so at all. Instead, he set it back down and smiled wanly.

"I'm not that hungry right now, actually. Maybe later?"

As if agreeing with Penny's evaluation, Orsino began on the Ogden's. Though it wasn't one of his favorites, he liked it well enough. It was sort of one of those drinks he went to if he wasn't sure what he wanted actually wanted to have, but knew he'd find it satisfying. "Yeah, though. Dunno. This is sort of a strange plan."

He looked over his shoulder at the orange crate.

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Three 'On The Rocks' later...
[info]_penny
2010-01-05 12:31 am UTC (link)
Sometime later, Penn found herself sitting on the floor of the living room, surrounded by scatter cushions and with the remains of the bottle of the whisky placed ceremonially on the orange crate.

Somehow the spam had followed them through.

"Okay, okay," Penny retorted as she leaned against the sofa "most embarassing gift you've ever been given?"

The whisky - whilst she wasn't on the way to being drunk, had left her pleasantly warm.

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~fingers~
[info]oneandtwoand
2010-01-05 12:43 am UTC (link)
Orsino's bout with the bottle of scotch earlier this week had been very uncharacteristic - generally, the more alcohol he consumed, he did not become lethargic and sleepy. He suspected he'd fallen asleep on Gid's couch from a combination of losing sleep and worrying about his dad's apparent date with the law. Right now, after having enjoyed a decent about of the firewhisky, he was notably friendlier than one might be used to. Not exactly gregarious, but at least he didn't look perpetually startled by anything that was said to him.

He, too, was sitting on the floor, resting his back against the front of the sofa. At the question, he tilted his head back and looked up, as though he might find the answer written on the ceiling.

"Ahhh..." he started, drawing out the syllable for dramatic effect, "not counting the pairs of random lady-fans' knickers I tend to get in the mail now and then," (not that those were always embarrassing...) "I got a bright pink jumpers mailed to me third year...it was supposed to be for my sister but the owl got confused."

He leaned forward suddenly and snatched a sandwich from the plate, then sat back and just held it idly.

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~fingers~
[info]_penny
2010-01-05 12:49 am UTC (link)
"Eurgh," Penny said in disgust as she slid further down onto the cushions and wiggled her socks to make the stripes dance "Sending someone your knickers is just wrong. I'm assuming theres probably dozens of women out there bemoaning the fact that their underwear drawer is empty. And you know thats going to lead to them catching a chill or some other fate thats worse than death."

And what exactly did all those knickerless witches think happened when their pants reached the destination? If the band were into fashion design, or collectors of pants then yes. Possibly there might even be a purpose to it.

"Pink?,"She pulled a face in sympathy "Did you wear them?"

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Re: ~fingers~
[info]oneandtwoand
2010-01-05 12:56 am UTC (link)
Orsino looked deeply offended by this question, and whipped his head around to look pointedly at Penny. "Of course not!"

Actually, he didn't remember what he'd done with them, or how they'd eventually found their way to Marnie. He just remembered being incredibly confused when he opened that parcel, and his dorm mates finding it hilarious. Thirteen-year-old boys...

Obviously in deep distress, Orsino considered the sandwich in his lap, picked it up, and took a frankly huge bite. He chewed it quietly, tilted his head. After swallowing, he nodded. "Hm. Hmmmm."

Twisting his upper body around as far as he could without really moving from his seated position, he gripped the edge of the sofa and looked at Penny wide-eyed. "Wait. This is spam?" Orsino shook his head. "This...is fantastic!"

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Re: ~fingers~
[info]_penny
2010-01-05 01:13 am UTC (link)
Penny looked at him before scooting further away in case the Spam appreciation was catching.

"Its spam. No one knows if its animal, vegetable or mineral."

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~fingers~
[info]oneandtwoand
2010-01-05 01:19 am UTC (link)
Orsino nodded sagely, as though taking in a profound truth. "A delicious mystery."

As if to confirm this statement, he crammed the rest of the sandwich half into his mouth. Luckily for Penny, he was facing away from her are this point, or else she would have been treated to the sight of Orsino (messily) attempting to keep the contents of his mouth from, well, making their way out of it. After about a minute he'd managed to get it all down.

"Well that was most surprising." He gave an exaggerated stretch of his arms, then took up the bottle of Ogden's a poured himself a bit more. Just a bit more. Not too much now. "Oh right. Questions...questions...huh. AH. OK."

He twisted around again, this time moving to a kneel in front of the couch. Sitting on his haunches, Orsino went to drink the whisky and then continued. "Yes, right. Mmmmost...disgusting thing you've ever eaten."

Apparently this question was hilarious, because Orsino let out a short laugh before looking suddenly serious again.

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~fingers~
[info]_penny
2010-01-05 01:29 am UTC (link)
"Apart from spam?"

She poured another glass of whisky, forgetting to measure the whisky as carefully as she had before. Spirits and fingers be damned, it tasted good. And once she got past the initial burn of fire down her throat it was..fine actually.

The blood of a 1,000 years of Cornish men flowed through her veins and she refused to not like whisky simply because of the taste.

"I ate tongue once. It was in Italy and Marco took me to meet his mother. Tongue and Parsley sauce was apparently her speciality. I never expected it to be so well, long. I've spent the past year since then measuring my own tongue to see if its as long. Its not though. Apparently its like the rest of me and stunted."

Orsino was well - if it had been anyone else, Penny might have thought he was giggling and she leaned over to poke him in the shoulder to see if he would do it again. He needed to giggle some more.

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~fingers~
[info]oneandtwoand
2010-01-05 04:07 am UTC (link)
Instead of giggling, Orsino just looked perturbed by Penny's poke. He looked down at his shoulder, then back at her, as though waiting for something. Narrowing his eyes, he very slowly raised his own hand and poked her back, in basically the same spot. He looked almost surly while doing so.

"Of course apart from spam," he said, punctuating the sentence with a second poke, this one at her knee, "seeing that spam is actually a culinary marvel and not disgusting at all, you great liar."

He seemed to remember then that she had continued on to say that she had eaten tongue before. Another stricken look appeared on his face.

"I hope Marco isn't someone you were..." He waved his hands around. "...involved with, if he brought you home to eat something's tongue. Loooony."

Raising his glass to his lips again, Orsino saw that it was, in fact, empty again. He reached behind him and poured more, noting that the bottle was less than half full. Odd. Someone was drinking all of the whisky! Troubled by this discovery, he leaned back and rested his head on the orange crate, sticking his own tongue out briefly as though to see if his, too, was stunted.

"You are stunted, indeed. Good thing we have this crate for you."

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~fingers~
[info]_penny
2010-01-05 05:51 pm UTC (link)
S'apparently a delicacy," The first poke didn't register but the second one did and she pouted before her delayed reaction forced an 'ow' out of her and a failed attempt at returning the poke.

As his hands moved fast through the air to make a point - and she was sure it was a good point, although there had been something involving Marco and his mum - she followed it with her head before covering her eyes and slipping down to lie on the floor in order to stop the spinning.

"Am not stunted. Everyone else is fre...freakishly tall."

At the mention of the crate, Penny managed to turn her head and attempted to stare it down "I think the crates being drinking the whisky."

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~fingers~ - [info]oneandtwoand, 2010-01-05 07:03 pm UTC
~fingers~ - [info]_penny, 2010-01-05 07:12 pm UTC
~fingers~ - [info]oneandtwoand, 2010-01-05 07:21 pm UTC
~fingers~ - [info]_penny, 2010-01-05 07:30 pm UTC
~fingers~ - [info]oneandtwoand, 2010-01-05 07:40 pm UTC
~fingers~ - [info]_penny, 2010-01-05 07:51 pm UTC
Re: ~fingers~ - [info]oneandtwoand, 2010-01-05 08:00 pm UTC
~fingers~ - [info]_penny, 2010-01-05 08:07 pm UTC
Re: ~fingers~ - [info]oneandtwoand, 2010-01-05 08:19 pm UTC
Re: ~fingers~ - [info]_penny, 2010-01-05 08:26 pm UTC
Re: ~fingers~ - [info]oneandtwoand, 2010-01-05 08:33 pm UTC
Re: ~fingers~ - [info]_penny, 2010-01-05 08:42 pm UTC
~fingers~ - [info]oneandtwoand, 2010-01-05 09:08 pm UTC
Re: ~fingers~ - [info]_penny, 2010-01-05 09:13 pm UTC
Re: ~fingers~ - [info]oneandtwoand, 2010-01-05 09:17 pm UTC
Re: ~fingers~ - [info]_penny, 2010-01-05 09:22 pm UTC
Re: ~fingers~ - [info]oneandtwoand, 2010-01-05 09:27 pm UTC
Re: ~fingers~ - [info]_penny, 2010-01-05 09:34 pm UTC
Re: ~fingers~ - [info]oneandtwoand, 2010-01-05 09:40 pm UTC
Re: ~fingers~ - [info]_penny, 2010-01-05 09:49 pm UTC
Re: ~fingers~ - [info]oneandtwoand, 2010-01-05 10:21 pm UTC
Re: ~fingers~ - [info]_penny, 2010-01-05 11:47 pm UTC
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[info]oneandtwoand
2010-01-06 05:06 am UTC (link)
Orsino allowed his arm flop back over her, in much the same position as before. As far as he was concerned, this hardly qualified as a groping. If anyone knew about groping, certainly a rock star would be an expert?

"Pffffttt," he said, giving what he thought was the most accurate expression of how he felt about being accused of trying to grope Penny. "This is not groping, my friend."

For a few more moments he just stayed as he was, then shifted abruptly, bringing his arm back. He rested it on his own stomach and huffed, "But fine, you can just keep yourself cool, Meeeean Lady."

In an attempt to reposition himself, Orsino arched his back against the cushions before flopping back down and rolling to his side, facing Penny. She did have a fair point. It was very warm, and firewhisky did have a reputation for heating one up more than normal. He felt fidgety and itchy, and wanted more whisky.

Why was he on the floor?

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[info]_penny
2010-01-06 02:34 pm UTC (link)
"Pfftt," she echoed and then did it again, liking the way her mouth felt around the word "Pfffffffft!"

"I know what groping is. I've been groped before and even done some quality gropage but thats none of your business. But I'm" and here she punctuated her word with a sharp poke at her on chest that caused her to furrow her brow. "a Ranven..a .. 'Claw and we know things. About everything."

She was warm, well on her way to being tipsy and there was an orange crate and spam sandwiches in her living room. Whilst it wasn't the most normal of Mondays for her, it was definatly one of the most fun. Or was that funnest? She knew she was in trouble when she couldn't conjugate. She loved conjugating.

To break the tension in her brain, she blew a raspberry.

"I'm cool. Not cold, but cool. Not ice cream cold. But then I'd be a pospicle. A Penny popsicle."

The idea caused her to start giggling.

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[info]oneandtwoand
2010-01-06 02:51 pm UTC (link)
"You're...pop-...you're a popsicle?" Orsino repeated, looking very confused indeed. He slowly turned his head and squinted at Penny, as though trying to reconcile this. Suddenly he was hungry. "S'not funny. I want a popsicle. Hey, I'm warm."

Without much ceremony he grabbed Penny's wrist and brought her hand near to his face, looking at it a few moments before dropping all pretense and licking it. He considered this shortly before telling her, "This isn't very good. Or cold. Or very good."

Her arm still gripped in his hand, Orsino hoisted himself into a sitting position, leaning forward over his legs. Hungry, warm, and now, a bit sleepy. And his tattoos felt itchy. Or myabe it was just his back. Either way, not a combination Orsino liked. "Do you have good ones?"

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[info]_penny
2010-01-06 03:54 pm UTC (link)
"Ewww," Penny managed with a laugh as she tried to wriggle her hand free "You can't lick me!" At his next words she twisted slightly and licked her own forearm before pulling a face "Its fine! Not cold but good. 'm fine. "

She eyed him as he moved and with detached interest watched as he wriggled, wiggled and maneovered himself into a sitting position. Her arm was still tucked into his hand, and she didn't have the inclination to move it.

In fact, she didn't feel like moving at all ; the feeling was spreading from her legs and she could quite happily fall asleep. Or just not move for the next few months. Oliver could hover round her.

"Good what? Popsicles?"

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[info]oneandtwoand
2010-01-06 10:47 pm UTC (link)
"No...yes?" Orsino offered, not actually sure if he was asking about popsicles. That was probably what he'd been wondering about, since he was hungry and all spammed-out for the night.

It took him a moment to realize he still had her arm, and didn't feel particularly in the mid to just release her. Besides, if he let her go now, Penny might turn on him and take the rest of his whisky, cooties and all. This was something he most certainly would not abide. He was just very confused right now. In an attempt to pull Penny up into a position similar to his, Orsino wound up falling over instead.

"Huh." He rolled over and realized his face was very close to hers now - she smelled like the whisky, and vaguely of some other things. Blinking and looking a bit puzzled, Orsino whispered conspiratorially, "I think I need another hug," before proceeding to start laughing again.



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[info]_penny
2010-01-06 11:03 pm UTC (link)
She was about to start laughing at him for falling over when she turned her head and reaised just how little space there was between them.

All she could think about was how unfairly long and dark his eyelashes were. He leaned forward and Penny could feel her heart start to beat so fast she was worried that it might be noticeable.

"I - ah," she began before Orsino broke the tension and asked for another hug. "I can do hugs."

If she moved any closer to him, she'd be sitting in his lap - and there was a high chance the whisky would be turned over which would Not Do. So she reached over and took his free hand to place it on her hip. "Now we're hugging,">

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[info]oneandtwoand
2010-01-06 11:17 pm UTC (link)
It dawned on Orsino, after she'd moved closer and put his hand to her hip, that the solution to being too warm already was not to grab another person's arm, nor was it to start hugging. As a matter of fact, it appeared to be making things much worse. Yet, he didn't move away, and if anything he scooted closer until he was basically resting up against her.

"Hey, Mean Lady, don't need the crate down here," blurted Orsino, the whisky sending another wave of warmth over him, the prickling of an itch in his back returning. Their faces were inches apart by now, and he stopped laughing. This seemed a familiar situation, probably because things like this had happened before. And from what Orsino could recall through the muddle of his current thoughts, there was one logical step after this.

Noting the smell of whisky again, he twisted his neck and closed the gap between their faces, bringing his mouth to hers experimentally. Just as he suspected, there was the taste of the drink, but a warm softness that was much more pleasing than the cold lip of a bottle. Orsino pushed against her with a bit more force, the hand on her hip moving to the indent of her waist.

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[info]_penny
2010-01-07 12:22 am UTC (link)
Huh. He was kissing her ; or rather they were kissing because, whilst half her body felt utterly boneless, she still had control over her lips and was engaging in using them in a very pleasing slide of her lips against his.

She hummed softly against his lips before running her tongue against the seam to deepen the kiss as his hand travelled to sit at the curve above the waistband of her jeans.

Kissing Orsino was like drinking really good whisky ; it was slow, gentle, pleasant and whilst there was a tinge of alchol, there was a hint of something much more intruiging. Just like a very good bottle of whisky.

The floor was doing a very good job of holding her up and she was confident in its ability to continue to do so, that she took her free hand to tangle gently in the hair at the back of his neck.



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