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Post by Jason Brady on May 29, 2007 16:28:44 GMT -5
Jason grinned, hardly believing that he'd away with that bit of cheekiness. Then Beatrix's lips were on his again, and this time he responded to her mouth touching his very much. Her mouth was open slightly, he noted, and his tongue ventured out and nudged at her lips, before sliding into her mouth just slightly. She had to have had it open so much for a reason, right?
And then she was pulling away, but not too much. Just breaking their lip connection to speak. "Mm, yes," he replied, between little kisses to her lips. "It makes my neck stop hurtin' so much..." His eyes lifted to meet hers, and he grinned. "But I know you could do so much better..." And then he kissed her again, pulling her close, just unable to resist.
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Post by paige on May 30, 2007 3:44:50 GMT -5
Bea wasn't thinking straight. Her mind was only on one things, and that was Jason, but something nagged at the back of her mind, but she couldn't quite work out what it was. Something like 'feelings' and 'Jason' and 'How could you?' but she pushed them away, keeping them for later. Right now, she was kissing Jason again and it felt good.
She was pulled close and she let her tounge poke Jason's upper lip gently, as if asking for entrance.
Bea never felt anything like this with Daniel, she remembered, but then again, she was drunk.
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Post by Jason Brady on May 30, 2007 4:04:01 GMT -5
Oh dear. The words 'feelings' and 'Jason' should certainly not be put in the same sentence together. Seriously. The male had tried his hardest over the years to hide his feelings from everyone, and this girl wasn't about to make him let them all out. Probably. Maybe. They'd just have to see. Perhaps in the morning, when everything was said and done and he didn't have two vodka shots in his system, corrupting his mind and thoughts. Because hell, feelings could be changed when you were tipsy,
Jason kissed her back naturally, slipping off his stool and pushing it back so that he was standing in front of her, over her, but they were still kissing. What can I say? He liked the feeling of dominance. His mouth opened to greedily accept her eager tongue, and the kiss became immediately deeper.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, his conscience lurked, in the form of sister Caitriona. She was telling him that this girl, the one attached to his face, was too innocent. That he should let her go before he took anything away from her that was of any value. That he'd won the bet and he should just leave things, now. That he should kiss her softly on the cheek and get the heck out of there, the heck out of that bar. To leave her, so that it would hurt her less that if he did it later.
But, as always, Jason Brady ignored anything his mind was telling him and carried on with the kissing, despite the barman tapping glasses on the counter loudly in an attempt to make them go away. Because, come on; this was Jace.
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Post by paige on May 30, 2007 6:43:12 GMT -5
Bea, regretfully, pulled away, to the bartenders relief. "We should go.." She mumbled, her breath coming in short bursts as she indicated the barman, who pretended he wasn't listening and cleared away the remains of their drink.
She wanted to kiss Jason again, but the bartender would probably kick them out. "But where could we go?" She mumbled, more to herself then to Jason. The bartender made a slight coughing noise, but Bea ignored him.
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Post by Jason Brady on May 30, 2007 6:52:56 GMT -5
"Ugh, I was tryin' my bes' to ignore him..." Jason grumbled, glaring at the barman over the top of Beatrix's blonde head. "But we should go, and we will." He kicked his stool beneath the bar, and took Bea by the hand to help her up. They really did need to get out of here, before it got too out of hand and they wouldn't be able to stop. It would be awkward and probably embarrassing, sure, but it wasn't the first time it would've happened.
"Where?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. "Man, you really are drunk, ain'tcha?" He shook his head at her and grinned. "We go to Beauxbatons, remember? They practically encourage sex, giving us our own rooms... I used to share with Jack, but I told him to get lost, so I have a room on my own." Time to go!
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