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*finally has that old bounce back in his step and warm look in his eyes*
*and can't stop smiling*
*is not telling though*
*exists*
*is... lounging, for lack of a better word, on the couch with a book*
*gets down on hands and knees and creeps up behind the couch, ready to pounce*
*blinks and looks up, glancing around, senses on alert* *is annoying and hard to sneak up on like that*
*freezes in place for a little while, waiting*
*then creeps the rest of the distance and tackles him from behind*
[[sorry! Elphie's getting a water immunity and I got distracted. iPhail]]
*knocked to the floor, turns and flips her over, pinning her down beneath him*
*grimaces* That is so wrong.
*grins when he recognizes her* You started it.
*not releasing her, by the way*
*plaintive voice, but not exactly trying to escape just yet* Yeah, but -you're- not supposed to be able to pin -me-.
*helpful reminding voice* Dragon catcher.
*grins* And I look that much like a dragon? I'm not sure whether I should be offended.
*grins* Firey. That's about it.
*laughs* Be glad you said that.
*laughs* Why's that?
Because no matter how much you love your dragons, if you said I look like one, I'd pound you so hard you wouldn't sit for a week!
*shy smile* You're much prettier. *omfgIdid-not-justsaythatface*
*stares, and so not blushing, because doesn't blush, so of course is just... a bit red* *but that lasts for only a short moment before she recovers her composure and changes the topic* So, now you've got your dragon pinned, whatcha gonna do?
*smirks* Well, the guidlines involve me tying the dragon up and taking it into captivity.
*smirks* Tie me up, then, Nickyboy.
*omg, what did I just say*
*okay, not going to blush, really*
You -would- like that, wouldn't you?
*blinkblink* *quickly* No, of course not. Why would I like that?
*suddenly blushes realizing what he just said* ....noreason.
*cue awkward silence*
*shifts, and debating whether or not to release her*
*okay, right, this isn't what Charlotte Potter's supposed to be like... salvaging...* Of course, I bet you're just scared
... *eyebrow raise* Of what?
*grin* That I'd give you a pounding.
*rolls his eyes* Char, I'm almost twice your size now. Not the scrawny kid I was all those years ago.
I bet I could still pound you!
Perhaps, but I've still got you pinned.
*scowls for a moment, then grins evilly* I bet I could change that.
What, you're going to pin -me-? *not even realizing he's actually -talking-*
*grinning, at her most mischievous* Quite possibly.
*wary, but grinning* How're you going to manage that, when I've still got -you- pinned?
*okay, deep breath, shouldn't be nervous about this, because it's not as if it's serious, really...* *reaches up and snogs him thoroughly*
*freezes in absolute SHOCK* *after a moment, tentatively responds to the snoggage*
*and takes the opportunity to roll them over so that she's on top and breaks away with a victorious grin, though blushing so very much* *quietly* Told you so.
*slowly opens his eyes* *surprisingly, not blushing for once* *quietly* You kissed me.
*rubs the back of her neck, not quite meeting his eyes, because not certain how well her usual facade would keep up* Well, yeah, I suppose I did.
*clears his throat* Well, what're you going to do, now that you've pinned your dr-- me?
Tie you up? *tries a grin*
*laughs shakily* And then take me into captivity?
Well, of course. Always wanted my own personal slave.
*right, this is weird*
*um... yeah* And so you chose me?
Well, you were at hand. *nonchalant shrug, really*
Well... *awkward head bow* Glad to be of service.
*right, what now... resume awkward silence*
*just stares up at her, trying not to stare*
*and trying to avoid eye contact here*
*blushing, now. as always around her*
*gets up and lounges on couch as though nothing's happened* So...
*props himself up on his elbows* So?
How're tricks?
Good. Cassie dragged me along today to go Christmas shopping. I'm beat.
You?
*shrugs* Just been settling back in. Been pretty bored, really.
*stands and walks over to sit on the couch next to her, but not too close* The infamous Charlotte Potter, -bored-?
Well, unless you've got ideas of something for me to do? *looks at him, then looks away, blushing, mentally kicking herself for blushing*
*doesn't comment on the blushing, because really isn't sure how to take it* You've always been the one who comes up with ideas on what we should do... *grins*
*mental deep breath* Well, I suppose I could always go and snog you again.
*casual eyebrow raise* If you aren't still afraid of cooties.
I bet I could take on any cootie.
*laughs* Oh, I have no doubt.
Well, then...
*teasingly* "Well then"?
Well, shall I?
...Do you want to?
*quietly* Well, I don't seem to have anything better to do... *leans forward and kisses him again, more gently this time*
*this time expecting it, returns the kiss softly and tenderly*
[[ By the way, Rore managed to get Nick to reveal the fact that he hasn't had sex in over two and a half years. Just throwing that out there. ]]
[The poor boy!]
[[ He spent a couple years in this self-destructive cycle that involved going to whorehouses practically every night, but then got a job and got so wrapped up in losing himself in -that- that he's just kind of... never gotten around to it. ]]
*manages to end up in his lap as she keeps kissing, practically purring*
*wraps one arm around her waist and slides the other hand through her hair*
*sighs happily, nibbling on his lip*
*makes an appreciative noise in the back of his throat and traces her lips gently with his tongue*
*runs her hands over his chest as she kisses, exploring the muscles that have appeared since they each went off on their adventures*
*tempted to reach up and explore the things that have miraculously appeared in -her- chestal region, but... isn't that forward* *also, has four REALLY nasty scars on his chest, near his left shoulder, though she probably can't feel them through his shirt if she doesn't know they're there, which she doesn't*
*murmurs against his lips* My, how you've grown, Nickyboy. And you kiss good now.
*grins against her lips* Don't think I was -too- shoddy of a kisser before.
*also grinning* Well, I didn't want to say anything...
[[...didtheymakeout-before-????? *wouldn't put it beyond them*]]
[Yep. But only in play.]
*laughs and pokes her* I never got any complaints.
[[Nice XD]]
*giggles and pokes back* Well, who'd want to hurt a little puppy dog like you were?
*actually -not- thinking of MariSue, which is weird* *laughs again* How do I know if you're lying -now-?
*kisses him* Well, if I didn't really think so, I wouldn't want to do it again, would you?
*I
[[MariSue= the evil wench who cheated on him with his best friend, Shaun, who Char has to know well, as the two of them were inseperable, which is what caused him to get drunk and then hurt Alex]]
*meets her eyes, a warm happy look in his own, one that's been absent for a long time now* Do you?
*kisses him soundly in answer*
*returns the kiss just as soundly*
*stretches and leans against him* You're comfy, too.
*grins* Well, I do try. *holds her gently but firmly*
I'm not quite so bored now...
Y'know... neither am I.
Not so tired anymore, either.
*realizes how that might sound and BLUSHES* *didn'tmeanitlikethat*
*looks up at him with an impish grin* Oh, -really-?
Well... I mean... ah... *flustered*
Well, we wouldn't want me being blamed for causing you to lose sleep, would we? *grins* So maybe we should make you tired again.
*eyes her curiously* And how would you suggest doing that?
*deadpan* Well, actually, I do know a pretty good charm...
Oh yeah? *grins, then manages to make his face serious* That might come in handy some day. What is it?
Now, that would be telling!
*chuckles* Alright, so how do you suggest we solve this little predicament, then?
Well, like I said, there is that charm.
But there are other ways, too, I suppose. Any ideas?
*eyes twinkle* Nothing I can think of off the top of my head.
*pouts slightly* Nothing at all? Well, then. It'll have to be the charm.
*tugs lightly on her lower lip* You're cute when you pout like that. *teasing, the way he used to back before he left*
*snaps at his fingers* 'm not supposed to be -cute-. I'm fiery!
*laughs* That too.
But then, you think -dragons- are cute, so your judgement's warped *grins*
*matter-of-factly* You're cuter.
*teasing* I'm considered cuter than dragons by the most dragon-loving of men! I'm touched!
*laughs* You should be. I don't say stuff like that to just -anyone-, you know.
Geee, aren't I special *grins*
Well, -yes- of course.
*tilts head* You mean that?
*smiles gently at her* Have you ever known me to lie?
*grins softly* You mean apart from the time you were sprung surrounded by a sea of feathers in the middle of the corridor by Filch?
"I... I was practicing charms! Wingardium leviosa!"
*throws his head back and -laughs-* I can't believe you -remember- that!
*grins* Dragons never forget, remember.
*chuckles* Very true. I don't even want to get started on your many misdemeanors, though... *grins*
*innocent* What misdemeanors?
That is a rather insuffiecient word for them, isn't it?
*not at all preening*
*laughs*
[[And then they made out a bit longer. But he sent her home without *ahem* "going all the way". Because he's a gentleman like that. Yep.]]