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Post by elizabethgrant on Apr 15, 2007 13:52:35 GMT -5
Liz's hand stopped its soothing motion, but she willed it to continue, not wanting the boy to see her hesitation. Was he mocking her? She honestly wasn't worth the time to be asked out- one young man had been quite explicit upon that matter a couple years ago... "Erm, I dunno... Maybe..." she mumbled, her hands unwillingly growing sweaty, "I'll think about it...."
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 13:57:43 GMT -5
"Oh..."
Shit. Figures. She has a boyfriend. Well...
"Well... Um..." He took hold of her wrist on pulled her down, to his level, kissing her. "Eh, think about it. Let me know if you want some some company."
Oh my God, oh my God! I must be terminally stupid!
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Post by elizabethgrant on Apr 15, 2007 14:02:34 GMT -5
Liz's flesh felt a tight tingle. Kissing felt good. She still wasn't sure though- what she wanted wasn't a one-night fling, nor a jerk calling her names constantly- she needed a full-time boyfriend.... Or a friend, at least. Perhaps he was only kissing her to then tell the other jerks how bad a kisser she was.... Oh well. If he starts acting out, I can always ask Jon to put him in his place. She pulled away, smiling unwillingly. "Well, dude, you might be a bit fast for me- but I'll give you a chance!"
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 14:05:28 GMT -5
Sherry tilted his head.
"Fast!?"
He laughed again but was soon silenced by the pain. A smile replaced his laughing.
"Me? Fast? No... If that were the case, I'd of gone all the way by now."
He closed his eyes.
"Wait... Was that a yes?"
His eyes opened and locked in on hers.
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Post by elizabethgrant on Apr 15, 2007 14:14:58 GMT -5
Liz turned sharply away from his gaze. She didn't like being looked at. But then, her curiosity got the better of her, and she glanced back into the boy's eyes, only to be met with a raised eyebrow. Oh fuck. Curiosity killed the cat "Yeah, ok, fine, I'll go out with you. Happy?" she stood up hastily, wiping her sweaty hands on her skirt, wishing that the reply didn't come out as hostile...
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 14:21:15 GMT -5
Sherlock smiled and softly kissed the end of her nose. "Great... I can't wait... Would you like to go out, or would you rather I cook you something?"
Did she actually say yes?
Something began picking at his thoughts. Jon wasn't going to like this. First off, a mud-blood asked his sister out. Second, he was that mud-blood.
Eh, fuck 'em. Enjoy yourself and make sure she stays happy...
"I'll protect you until the day I die..."
He blinked at his last statement.
That wasn't strong. Dumb ass.
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Post by elizabethgrant on Apr 15, 2007 14:25:44 GMT -5
Liz tried hard not to laugh. The boy was obviously trying to pick up her brother's seduction tactics, and she admitted in her mind that he was doing a remarkably fine job of it, for a mudblood american, that is... But then again, she wasn't much of a naive virgin that her brother usually seduced, for she had seen the thing, and didn't want to be another heartbroken one-night stand. He clearly wasn't aiming for that, but it was old school knowledge that the harder the catch, the sweeter the fruit... She let out a sarcastic snort. "Now, you're seriously conceited, did you know?"
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 14:30:30 GMT -5
"I'm conceited? Oh no... No, no no. I'm actually rather meek... And... Um... Crap."
He laughed again and sighed.
"I'm not conceited. Seriously. Its just that I like you and I'm nervous."
He sighed.He was nervous, the only thing keeping him from sweating was the terrible cold.
"Oh... Eh... Sorry about... Uh... The kiss. Yeah. Spur of the moment..."
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Post by elizabethgrant on Apr 15, 2007 14:32:36 GMT -5
Liz blushed and thanked God for the shadows that hid her increasingly red cheeks from the boy. "Erm, that's ok... Just don't tell jon"
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 14:34:29 GMT -5
"Uh... Yeah... That'd be wise..."
He looked at her and frowned.
"Awe.. I got blood on you..."
He sighed and tried wiping it off of her cheek.
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Post by elizabethgrant on Apr 15, 2007 14:43:14 GMT -5
Something stirred in the black void that some called her heart, and traveled all down her spine, as her arms flew up upon their own accord and entwined themselves around his neck. She edged closer to him and let out a passionate sigh. Holy crap. I guess that's the Jonathan side of me, her sanity flashed warnings, but soon drowned in despair as she was imminently losing the battle against the weird patterns of rabid teen hormones.
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 14:47:13 GMT -5
Sherlock smiled again, a worried look on his face. He closed his eyes and touched the end of his nose to hers.
"Hey..." He whispered kissing her softly. "It's okay..." He put his arms around her and kissed her again.
And just like that, you might be in love Mr. Kennedy...
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