Post by .RORY KAY BLAKE ! on Jun 24, 2010 23:34:25 GMT -5
So Al say this is worth posting or some rubbish.. (dosn't agree) BUT..I'll humor her and post it.. my first mini fic I've ever wrote, so be kind lol.
Practice had lasted long into the evening, Al having made good on his promise to be a very dedicated and goal oriented captain. Rory reflected on personal thoughts as she strode beside him, mud splattered across her robes, splotching her face, and mucked in her hair just as it was the rest of the team. She seemed to have started a personal trend for herself of dating the heads of her Quidditch team. First Soren as captain and then her best mate and now oh so sweet and caring... and did she mention hot?.. Yeahh... boyfriend Al. Honestly? She was much happier with the later and could really give a house cup less if he were captain or even played the game for that matter... she'd still have fallen for him. He was Al after all right? Full of patience and understanding, even if he was a chronic worrier. Chuckling softly to herself she shook her head brushing off the quizzical look he threw her and pulled up short recalling something. "Merlin... left my book sack somewhere in the stands yeah? Best go back and get it, have my change of clothes in there." Al was quick to put forth an offer to go help her look, always the dutiful boy friend, but she shook her head with a smile. “Thanks, I appreciate it right? But we've a game tomorrow. See to the team yeah? “With out waiting for a reply she bolted back the way they'd come... and spent a solid thirty minutes searching for her ruddy bag. By the time shed located it she was drenched... the rain had started again and her hair hung in sopping dregs about her face flushed with the chill of the new evening air.
By the time she made it to the teams changing rooms she found she wanted nothing more, and nothing less, than a good hot shower...Thank Godric the teams' changing room provided a set for either gender. She nodded to one of the blokes who had just finished up and was heading out for the castle, apparently the last of the team present as she could hear no other noise or water running. Al must have gone up without her. Not that she could blame him in this blasted horrid weather. It was bad enough they'd likely be playing in it all day tomorrow. Moving to her wooden box shelf she began peeling off the first layer of her sludge streaked and sodden Quidditch uniform... off with the leather elbow and knee guards... grimacing as the gloves sucked at her skin in protest as she dragged them from her hands. That done she headed into the girls showering area with her book sack.
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Al glanced down at the top of Rory's head as they walked back in from practice. Tilting his head slightly to get a better look at the thoughtful expression pressed across her mud streaked face. Even covered in the sludge off the pitch she struck him as exceptionally beautiful, 'quite a catch' as he'd told her on occasion before. In fact, the smeared evidence of her fierce dedication to the game, dedication to something that she loved, made her all the more attractive at the moment. Attractive in a way she'd probably call him mental for thinking if he were to express his thoughts out loud. But then that was Rory, complement her Quidditch skills and shed likely sprout a wide grin; comment on things more sentimental and emotional and it was a flip of a galleon whether she's blush, or slug you in the arm for your efforts. Not that he'd have her be any other way. He flashed her a rather quizzical look as she suddenly gave a light chuckle but shrugged off the curiosity at the dismissing shake of her head. When she mentioned her forgotten sack he'd quickly offered to help her look for it. It was cold and she was soaked, and besides the fact that he cared for her and didn't want her falling ill, they also had a game tomorrow. Practice had gone good. Really well in fact. Granted they'd had a spill or two, mainly the fault of horsing around which had then bloomed into the mud fight that had them Spackled with turf after practicing a game played in the air. He'd held his patience though and let them have their fun, dipping low to swipe hand fulls of muck to flings at each other...even joined in for a bit of it...it helped let off the stress of the coming match right? Then he'd herded them back to practicing. Now fully in captain mode, the last thing he planned to allow was for a team mate to be held hostage in the hospital wing over a sniffle.
She shook her head though and insisted he see to the team, he'd seen that look before and fighting it would serve to get neither her or his team into warm dry beds to rest up any faster. Leaving her to head back to the pitch he'd gone to the changing room and pep talked here…encouraged there… made suggestions about adjusting the charms on a broom to help it give into a dive better and casted the occasional admonishment when high jinks got to carried away and threatened to cause them to lag in getting cleaned up and back to the castle. That all done, when the last off the blokes had headed alone in to shower he'd followed suit. He had finished in record time and had left while his team mate still had the shower going. Heading off in the direction of the castle he'd paused thinking better of it and turned to head back up the pitch. Best to see she wasn't 'still' searching the stands in this weather since he'd not seen her in the changing room... stubborn girl... but Godric he cared for her. He failed to notice the petite and short form slipping into the changing rooms, nor the taller shadow of the bloke as he left moments later.. As it was nearly dark and his attention was focused to catch any movement in the stands. He spent several long minutes searching them, wanting to be sure. No... She must not have been able to find it... had to head into the castle and endure her muddied state till reaching the dorms for lack of clean clothes.
Well... at least she'd be warm then. Turning back to the changing room he gave pause as he passed it. Wouldn't hurt to have one last look about it. Be sure all was in order for the game tomorrow. Stepping into the main room he frowned on hearing the water in the boys shower STILL going. Bloody hell that bloke took longer showers than a woman. Shaking his head he moved in the direction of the short hall leading to them...
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Rory had made her way into the girls shower room. She promptly undressed and turned on the shower... only to find that after a few seconds, just long enough to get the mud on her arms and face smearing over the rest of her body and the muck in her hair matted in a wet blob, that the water wasn't draining at her feet. No it was mucking up in a knot of pitch grass and goo at the drain and causing a murky pool of sludge to squish unpleasantly at her toes. How gross was THAT? Wrinkling her nose she consider her options, and was just about to attempt to dig the drain out with her toes when something creepy and with more than four legs scurried through the water and brushed across her foot and ankle. Right...not happening. Turning the water off she jerked up her sack and shoved her belongings in it before poking her head into the main changing room. Thank bloody Merlin... everyone was gone and wouldn't have any reason to be coming back tonight. Hurrying through the main changing room so as not to drip all over the floor, she bolted for the boys showers and promptly dumped her sack on the bench before cutting the water on and stepping into its hot stream, her feet blissfully sludge free as she closed her eyes and let the water rinse away the all the muck . Her hands lifted to smooth out her hair into a long tangle free curtain down her bare back as she archer her face into the wonderfully warm and refreshing spray...
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FIRST he was going to give the bloke an ear full for keeping himself out for so long and THEN he'd lay into him again for the fact that Al still hadn't been able to return to the castle yet.. At this rate Rory would turn in and he'd not get to see her again before the game... or would he??? .. Al's eyes shot wide and he froze in place Jaw as close to his toes as was physically possible and the harsh gripe that had been forming, by the sheer grace of Merlin alone, choking off before he was ever able to utter a syllable. There before him stood Rory... in all her curvy, soft... TO HELL POTTER?? Look away you git! And yet some irrational part of him bloody well didn't WANT to. His mouth had gone dry and his heart had stopped, he was sure of it... only to pick up at the pace of a mad possessed bludger loose in his chest as she arched up to the water and sent an electric current racing through to nerves he wasn't aware he even had. A deep heat flushed his cheeks at the feeling and he marveled briefly at the fact that he could feel so embarrassed and yet so... right... THAT...all at the same moment.
Quickly he ducked back around the corner reaching up to drag a nervous hand through his hair. Godric...she couldn't know he was still here. She might think... well she might think he'd seen what he had in fact seen right? And then what would she take him for? Some bloody wanker of a peeping tom? No, that couldn't happen; things were going to well between them now. He’d done so much to finally win her over... he had to go. Coming out of his thoughts it dawned on him that the water had stopped...and had BEEN stopped for several seconds. God... bolting for the door he'd just managed to get his hand on the handle when a voice that would have been so welcome under any other circumstances caused him to blanch. Thank the gods for the small miracle of having his back to her and the expression hidden from view. ~Hey Al... Err... forget something?~ right... she sounded a bit nervous... though he had all odds he could beat her in that hands down...
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Rory finished washing and cut the water, toweling quickly and dressing just as fast…it was getting late and unless Al thought her in her dorms he was bound to be starting to worry. Shouldering her pack she headed out into the main changing room only to pull up short, a spark of yellow coloring her eyes. "Hey Al…Err…forget something?" What was he doing here?? Had he come back looking for her like shed been worried he might? Godric…he'd probably take the mickey from her bad for using the boys’ showers and then chew her for being out so late on a game night and worrying him sick to boot by taking so long...
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Think Potter, THINK. He lifted a hand to run through his tousle of locks again and turned back into the room. "Erm…yeah actually...forgot my broom of all things…go figure right?" He laughed a bit nervously "Must be out of sorts, excitement of the coming match and all you know?" Godric…the longer he held his gaze on her the more he saw…STOP THAT…Clearing his throat he gave her a small smile.
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Rory raised a brow but then cast him a sympathetic smile. Al forget his broom? Poor guy. He must be a nervous wreck over this whole captain thing…was going to be his first match as one right? All traces of her nerves fled leaving her eyes the cool neutral Grey she'd been born with as she walked across the room to step behind him and rub his shoulders. Reaching up on her toes she whispered in his ear "...just don't let it get to you right? Just a match like any other we've played..."
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Al's eyes closed and he swallowed HARD as her hand lifted to rub at his shoulders and her sweet breath grazed his ear. Right…like any other match…only the match wasn't the problem here. He suppressed a violently pleasant shudder at the brush of her lips so near his ear and was helpless to think wiser of it as she took his hand and lead him to one of the benches...
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Rory reached up to press gently at his shoulders, guiding him to sit at an angle on the bench so she could reach his shoulders and then began to rub at them. Soothing away stress induced tautness. She smiled in satisfaction at the relaxed sigh that escaped his lips and tucked her head down low to brush a kiss across his cheek nearest his ear... "Better right?"
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Tense to the core at first, as the moments wore on and her hands worked at his shoulders he found himself relaxing into them…relishing in the tender yet firm prodding of her fingers that worked at the tight muscles beneath his skin. And then she ducked in and breathed new fire across his nerve endings with that kiss. Murmuring he twisted on the bench to catch hold of her small waist and pull her to his lap. "Not quite...but it’s getting there yeah?" Chuckling he tilted his head to her and crushed his lips gently though firmly to her own, deepening the kiss until he heard her breath quicken and felt her voluntarily shifting her own body around to sit astride his lap, facing him. His arms tightened their hold and as her body pressed against his he suddenly found himself assaulted with the visual memory of what every one of her soft curves looked like beneath the fabric that now covered them. She shifted on his lap and sent a jolt so violent and so bloody amazing, and so detrimental to his steadfast morals shooting through him from the place of movement to the ends of every nerve so that he had to force himself to jerk back. He pressed his forehead to hers, breathing ragged and a grin tight with the effort of control on his lips. "As much as I want to keep this up, and believe me I really...REALLY want to keep this up…I've prefect rounds to see to, and we've a game tomorrow right?" And you’re so bloody amazing that if I don't leave, NOW, I'm going to take things somewhere were both likely to regret later. Right...She didn't need to hear that last unspoken part...
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Rory had chuckled as he'd pulled her to his lap and given into the sweet taste of his lips and then mouth as he'd deepened his kiss. As her own feelings had intensified she'd moved to face him, able to better reach him without having to twist to the side. They'd continued to snog and her own breathing had become shallow and his had grown more rugged. She'd shifted herself seeking a more comfortable placement astride his lap only to find him breaking off from something she didn't quite 'get' the intensity of yet knew she very much didn't was to end. Sighing a bit in discontent at his words she nodded and smiled, pecking his heated lips one last time with her own before sliding down from his lap and grasping his hands to guide him to his feet. "Walk me back then?"
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Al breathed a silent sigh of relief as she acknowledged his words and rose from his lap. If she'd kept on, encouraged him even a little… Godric, he shouldn't think on that, because with the feelings currently charging through him it was still very much a possibility. Squeezing her hands he flashed a small smile for her and let her guide him to his feet. “Definitely…but on one condition; take my jacket...ok? It’s getting cold out.”
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Rory rolled her eyes and laughed a little, her brow rising in mild astonishment. "Only you would worry about something like that after something like that…right?" She smirked as she nodded to the bench. "Now c’mon before I miss curfew and you've got to sabotage yourself by putting your own team mate in detention yeah?” Grinning she lead him out the door and they walked sided by side to the castle across the darkened lawn.
An Unexpected Delay
Practice had lasted long into the evening, Al having made good on his promise to be a very dedicated and goal oriented captain. Rory reflected on personal thoughts as she strode beside him, mud splattered across her robes, splotching her face, and mucked in her hair just as it was the rest of the team. She seemed to have started a personal trend for herself of dating the heads of her Quidditch team. First Soren as captain and then her best mate and now oh so sweet and caring... and did she mention hot?.. Yeahh... boyfriend Al. Honestly? She was much happier with the later and could really give a house cup less if he were captain or even played the game for that matter... she'd still have fallen for him. He was Al after all right? Full of patience and understanding, even if he was a chronic worrier. Chuckling softly to herself she shook her head brushing off the quizzical look he threw her and pulled up short recalling something. "Merlin... left my book sack somewhere in the stands yeah? Best go back and get it, have my change of clothes in there." Al was quick to put forth an offer to go help her look, always the dutiful boy friend, but she shook her head with a smile. “Thanks, I appreciate it right? But we've a game tomorrow. See to the team yeah? “With out waiting for a reply she bolted back the way they'd come... and spent a solid thirty minutes searching for her ruddy bag. By the time shed located it she was drenched... the rain had started again and her hair hung in sopping dregs about her face flushed with the chill of the new evening air.
By the time she made it to the teams changing rooms she found she wanted nothing more, and nothing less, than a good hot shower...Thank Godric the teams' changing room provided a set for either gender. She nodded to one of the blokes who had just finished up and was heading out for the castle, apparently the last of the team present as she could hear no other noise or water running. Al must have gone up without her. Not that she could blame him in this blasted horrid weather. It was bad enough they'd likely be playing in it all day tomorrow. Moving to her wooden box shelf she began peeling off the first layer of her sludge streaked and sodden Quidditch uniform... off with the leather elbow and knee guards... grimacing as the gloves sucked at her skin in protest as she dragged them from her hands. That done she headed into the girls showering area with her book sack.
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Al glanced down at the top of Rory's head as they walked back in from practice. Tilting his head slightly to get a better look at the thoughtful expression pressed across her mud streaked face. Even covered in the sludge off the pitch she struck him as exceptionally beautiful, 'quite a catch' as he'd told her on occasion before. In fact, the smeared evidence of her fierce dedication to the game, dedication to something that she loved, made her all the more attractive at the moment. Attractive in a way she'd probably call him mental for thinking if he were to express his thoughts out loud. But then that was Rory, complement her Quidditch skills and shed likely sprout a wide grin; comment on things more sentimental and emotional and it was a flip of a galleon whether she's blush, or slug you in the arm for your efforts. Not that he'd have her be any other way. He flashed her a rather quizzical look as she suddenly gave a light chuckle but shrugged off the curiosity at the dismissing shake of her head. When she mentioned her forgotten sack he'd quickly offered to help her look for it. It was cold and she was soaked, and besides the fact that he cared for her and didn't want her falling ill, they also had a game tomorrow. Practice had gone good. Really well in fact. Granted they'd had a spill or two, mainly the fault of horsing around which had then bloomed into the mud fight that had them Spackled with turf after practicing a game played in the air. He'd held his patience though and let them have their fun, dipping low to swipe hand fulls of muck to flings at each other...even joined in for a bit of it...it helped let off the stress of the coming match right? Then he'd herded them back to practicing. Now fully in captain mode, the last thing he planned to allow was for a team mate to be held hostage in the hospital wing over a sniffle.
She shook her head though and insisted he see to the team, he'd seen that look before and fighting it would serve to get neither her or his team into warm dry beds to rest up any faster. Leaving her to head back to the pitch he'd gone to the changing room and pep talked here…encouraged there… made suggestions about adjusting the charms on a broom to help it give into a dive better and casted the occasional admonishment when high jinks got to carried away and threatened to cause them to lag in getting cleaned up and back to the castle. That all done, when the last off the blokes had headed alone in to shower he'd followed suit. He had finished in record time and had left while his team mate still had the shower going. Heading off in the direction of the castle he'd paused thinking better of it and turned to head back up the pitch. Best to see she wasn't 'still' searching the stands in this weather since he'd not seen her in the changing room... stubborn girl... but Godric he cared for her. He failed to notice the petite and short form slipping into the changing rooms, nor the taller shadow of the bloke as he left moments later.. As it was nearly dark and his attention was focused to catch any movement in the stands. He spent several long minutes searching them, wanting to be sure. No... She must not have been able to find it... had to head into the castle and endure her muddied state till reaching the dorms for lack of clean clothes.
Well... at least she'd be warm then. Turning back to the changing room he gave pause as he passed it. Wouldn't hurt to have one last look about it. Be sure all was in order for the game tomorrow. Stepping into the main room he frowned on hearing the water in the boys shower STILL going. Bloody hell that bloke took longer showers than a woman. Shaking his head he moved in the direction of the short hall leading to them...
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Rory had made her way into the girls shower room. She promptly undressed and turned on the shower... only to find that after a few seconds, just long enough to get the mud on her arms and face smearing over the rest of her body and the muck in her hair matted in a wet blob, that the water wasn't draining at her feet. No it was mucking up in a knot of pitch grass and goo at the drain and causing a murky pool of sludge to squish unpleasantly at her toes. How gross was THAT? Wrinkling her nose she consider her options, and was just about to attempt to dig the drain out with her toes when something creepy and with more than four legs scurried through the water and brushed across her foot and ankle. Right...not happening. Turning the water off she jerked up her sack and shoved her belongings in it before poking her head into the main changing room. Thank bloody Merlin... everyone was gone and wouldn't have any reason to be coming back tonight. Hurrying through the main changing room so as not to drip all over the floor, she bolted for the boys showers and promptly dumped her sack on the bench before cutting the water on and stepping into its hot stream, her feet blissfully sludge free as she closed her eyes and let the water rinse away the all the muck . Her hands lifted to smooth out her hair into a long tangle free curtain down her bare back as she archer her face into the wonderfully warm and refreshing spray...
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FIRST he was going to give the bloke an ear full for keeping himself out for so long and THEN he'd lay into him again for the fact that Al still hadn't been able to return to the castle yet.. At this rate Rory would turn in and he'd not get to see her again before the game... or would he??? .. Al's eyes shot wide and he froze in place Jaw as close to his toes as was physically possible and the harsh gripe that had been forming, by the sheer grace of Merlin alone, choking off before he was ever able to utter a syllable. There before him stood Rory... in all her curvy, soft... TO HELL POTTER?? Look away you git! And yet some irrational part of him bloody well didn't WANT to. His mouth had gone dry and his heart had stopped, he was sure of it... only to pick up at the pace of a mad possessed bludger loose in his chest as she arched up to the water and sent an electric current racing through to nerves he wasn't aware he even had. A deep heat flushed his cheeks at the feeling and he marveled briefly at the fact that he could feel so embarrassed and yet so... right... THAT...all at the same moment.
Quickly he ducked back around the corner reaching up to drag a nervous hand through his hair. Godric...she couldn't know he was still here. She might think... well she might think he'd seen what he had in fact seen right? And then what would she take him for? Some bloody wanker of a peeping tom? No, that couldn't happen; things were going to well between them now. He’d done so much to finally win her over... he had to go. Coming out of his thoughts it dawned on him that the water had stopped...and had BEEN stopped for several seconds. God... bolting for the door he'd just managed to get his hand on the handle when a voice that would have been so welcome under any other circumstances caused him to blanch. Thank the gods for the small miracle of having his back to her and the expression hidden from view. ~Hey Al... Err... forget something?~ right... she sounded a bit nervous... though he had all odds he could beat her in that hands down...
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Rory finished washing and cut the water, toweling quickly and dressing just as fast…it was getting late and unless Al thought her in her dorms he was bound to be starting to worry. Shouldering her pack she headed out into the main changing room only to pull up short, a spark of yellow coloring her eyes. "Hey Al…Err…forget something?" What was he doing here?? Had he come back looking for her like shed been worried he might? Godric…he'd probably take the mickey from her bad for using the boys’ showers and then chew her for being out so late on a game night and worrying him sick to boot by taking so long...
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Think Potter, THINK. He lifted a hand to run through his tousle of locks again and turned back into the room. "Erm…yeah actually...forgot my broom of all things…go figure right?" He laughed a bit nervously "Must be out of sorts, excitement of the coming match and all you know?" Godric…the longer he held his gaze on her the more he saw…STOP THAT…Clearing his throat he gave her a small smile.
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Rory raised a brow but then cast him a sympathetic smile. Al forget his broom? Poor guy. He must be a nervous wreck over this whole captain thing…was going to be his first match as one right? All traces of her nerves fled leaving her eyes the cool neutral Grey she'd been born with as she walked across the room to step behind him and rub his shoulders. Reaching up on her toes she whispered in his ear "...just don't let it get to you right? Just a match like any other we've played..."
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Al's eyes closed and he swallowed HARD as her hand lifted to rub at his shoulders and her sweet breath grazed his ear. Right…like any other match…only the match wasn't the problem here. He suppressed a violently pleasant shudder at the brush of her lips so near his ear and was helpless to think wiser of it as she took his hand and lead him to one of the benches...
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Rory reached up to press gently at his shoulders, guiding him to sit at an angle on the bench so she could reach his shoulders and then began to rub at them. Soothing away stress induced tautness. She smiled in satisfaction at the relaxed sigh that escaped his lips and tucked her head down low to brush a kiss across his cheek nearest his ear... "Better right?"
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Tense to the core at first, as the moments wore on and her hands worked at his shoulders he found himself relaxing into them…relishing in the tender yet firm prodding of her fingers that worked at the tight muscles beneath his skin. And then she ducked in and breathed new fire across his nerve endings with that kiss. Murmuring he twisted on the bench to catch hold of her small waist and pull her to his lap. "Not quite...but it’s getting there yeah?" Chuckling he tilted his head to her and crushed his lips gently though firmly to her own, deepening the kiss until he heard her breath quicken and felt her voluntarily shifting her own body around to sit astride his lap, facing him. His arms tightened their hold and as her body pressed against his he suddenly found himself assaulted with the visual memory of what every one of her soft curves looked like beneath the fabric that now covered them. She shifted on his lap and sent a jolt so violent and so bloody amazing, and so detrimental to his steadfast morals shooting through him from the place of movement to the ends of every nerve so that he had to force himself to jerk back. He pressed his forehead to hers, breathing ragged and a grin tight with the effort of control on his lips. "As much as I want to keep this up, and believe me I really...REALLY want to keep this up…I've prefect rounds to see to, and we've a game tomorrow right?" And you’re so bloody amazing that if I don't leave, NOW, I'm going to take things somewhere were both likely to regret later. Right...She didn't need to hear that last unspoken part...
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Rory had chuckled as he'd pulled her to his lap and given into the sweet taste of his lips and then mouth as he'd deepened his kiss. As her own feelings had intensified she'd moved to face him, able to better reach him without having to twist to the side. They'd continued to snog and her own breathing had become shallow and his had grown more rugged. She'd shifted herself seeking a more comfortable placement astride his lap only to find him breaking off from something she didn't quite 'get' the intensity of yet knew she very much didn't was to end. Sighing a bit in discontent at his words she nodded and smiled, pecking his heated lips one last time with her own before sliding down from his lap and grasping his hands to guide him to his feet. "Walk me back then?"
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Al breathed a silent sigh of relief as she acknowledged his words and rose from his lap. If she'd kept on, encouraged him even a little… Godric, he shouldn't think on that, because with the feelings currently charging through him it was still very much a possibility. Squeezing her hands he flashed a small smile for her and let her guide him to his feet. “Definitely…but on one condition; take my jacket...ok? It’s getting cold out.”
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Rory rolled her eyes and laughed a little, her brow rising in mild astonishment. "Only you would worry about something like that after something like that…right?" She smirked as she nodded to the bench. "Now c’mon before I miss curfew and you've got to sabotage yourself by putting your own team mate in detention yeah?” Grinning she lead him out the door and they walked sided by side to the castle across the darkened lawn.
