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Post by Lewis Michalka on May 29, 2012 14:30:11 GMT -6
Responding tenderly to her kiss he dipped his head and maintained their closeness for a little longer after their lips had technically parted, "Good, because I have a feeling I'll never tire of saying it," Lewis added, his small smile twitching into a full, eye-crinkling grin then as she snuggled closer into his body and relaxed into this position.
"You did," he confirmed, "You have to remember that I'd been used to the meek, shy, and hell I'll say it, geeky people in the R&D bit of the department and then my first day as a field Auror and I see you. I don't think you were too impressed by me transferring from research to the field," he recalled with a slight chuckle and shake of his head at this.
As she responded to his fond gesture his hand instead trailed over her side until it rested easily on her hip, pulling her softly closer to him as the warmth of her body returned into his arms properly. "Mmmm, so it was irritating... glad that I can stop irritating others now," the man replied lightly, smiling as she pulled his face down to kiss hers. His other hand emerged from underneath the duvet to, likewise, cup her face, his fingers trailing softly in her touseled hair as their kiss lingered longer than the last one. "I love you," he repeated, murmuring this against her skin now as he bent down to kiss the hollow of her neck, "I could just stay like this forever... were it not for silly things like food, drink and... and..." Lewis suddenly froze, his gaze flickering for the first time from Fiona to the room itself as he saw his alarm clock's display. "... and work," he finished his sentence with a loud groan of irritation as he realised that they were now both already late for work.
((ooc: Ah I don't think I've ever seen all of that, just bits and pieces here and there hehe. We watched the BAFTAs last night in my flat and got overly excited when Rupert Penry-Jones appeared to announce an award. ;) That's fine, maybe to explain the not-very-long time gap we could say that they're working the night shift, or have a really early start because the department is swamped? Oh and maybe someone could even comment suspiciously on the fact that they both turn up for work late?))
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Post by Fiona Hathaway on Oct 1, 2012 16:40:12 GMT -6
Her head resting on the pillow next to his body, gazing up at him she responded with a wide smile, “Good,” she said as he dipped his head down and she kissed him again, her lips rising up to meet his before she relaxed into the pillow once more.
“No, I have to say I was not,” she laughed, “But you sort grew on me, just a little pit,” Fiona teased, smirking at him, her brown eyes twinkling playfully.
“Yes, thank god for that,” Fiona shook her head, her voice mock-serious, but her expression soon melted into laughter. Fiona kissed him deeply. She rolled on top of him, pushed him down and kissed him again this one more passionate than the last as if telling him how much she loved him without saying a word. “What?” Fiona lifted her head, her long hair flying over her back as she gazed at the clock. “Holy-” she murmured a few expletives as she rather ungracefully toppled off the bed, her ankle entangled in one of the sheets, as she tried to get up. After violently untangling herself from the sheet Fiona hurriedly began pulling on her skinny jeans, and fancy t shirt. Looking over at Lewis as he was still in bed whilst trying, rather unsuccessfully, to put on her high heels, “Well come on, get ready, we’re already late,” she said putting on her high heels and grabbed her jacket.
She had rushed downstairs and magically brewed them each a cup of coffee before she realised she wasn’t wearing her bra. Fiona cursed again, “Where’s my bra?” then she remembered. Racing back upstairs she grabbed her bra from the other side of the bed, “You take longer than my sister Claire, and she does her hair and makeup every morning,” she teased, trying to urge him out the door as she offered him a cup of coffee. She sipped from her own cup and for a moment closed her eyes and smiled, enjoying the serenity the taste of coffee brought to her. Then opening her eyes she waved her hand around as if to illustrate her point, “Come on now, don’t doddle.”
((ooc: Sorry this took forever and is not the best, also I edited Fiona's history once again, I think I've finally sorted it out. She had to have a reason to be so cold and so I think having her father die would have been a good reason?))
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Post by Lewis Michalka on Oct 1, 2012 18:11:34 GMT -6
((ooc: Didn't exactly need this post but yeah, just thought I would mention on the end that their colleagues, I was mainly thinking the likes of Derek and Sarah, put two and two together and realise they've both been together, hence why they were late. I really like Fiona's new av and sig by the way, very pretty!))
Lewis propped himself up with his arm to face her then as another smile grew at her teasing, “You definitely weren’t best pleased with me joining the field. The phrase ‘out of his depth’ came up quite a lot if I do recall. I hope you still don’t think that at this point,” he joked easily with the flash of a sad puppy-dog expression at the idea of her still thinking him ill-suited to being an Auror.
“I suppose, really, I should be thanking you eternally for what-seemed-like-randomly appearing at my house, in the pouring rain, to tell me you wanted me. Now I can stop pining,” he said, his tone suggesting he was musing on this interesting development, before he too chuckled heartily at this. His chuckles soon faded as Fiona rolled on top of him, pushing him down and forcefully kissing him, as if her actions spoke the words he’d just relayed to her. Frankly, he wasn’t anxious to point out just how late they both were for work, not when he had a very beautiful, wonderful woman kissing him like that. But as her head whipped around to check the clock herself he protested, “We’re already late, might aswell enjoy it-” he argued suggestively, his hands resting protectively on her hips before he groaned, falling back heavily into the pillows as Fiona toppled out of bed and started trying to get dressed in a hurry. As she urged him to get dressed he merely smiled, “I refer you to my earlier comment,” he said simply, pretending to stretch his arms luxuriously behind his head and get comfy before one look from her made him get to it and push the covers off himself entirely with the aim to find his clothes.
He had managed to locate his underwear and shirt quite quickly beside the bed after Fiona disappeared but he paused in amusement as her bra was forgotten in a heap. Listening to the sound of her racing back up the stairs he smirked knowingly and merely held out his finger to her, over which her bra was hanging, “Missing this?” he asked, coming closer to her once more to steal a kiss despite her urgency to get to work. “Coffee! I knew there was a reason I loved you… I mean… apart from that-“ he nudged his head to the rumpled bed sheets, gladly accepting the cup from her in his right hand while he scratched the back of his neck with his left. “Yeah, I can’t seem to find my trousers. I apparated us… they can’t have… oh… someone has a decent length throw,” Lewis teased easily in a faux-impressed manner as he realised his trousers were in a tangled heap on the far side of the room.
It was because of this oddly jovial, teasing mood he was in that he did not think about the logistics of them both rushing to work. Namely, Lewis didn’t clock what both of them showing up, clearly hurriedly dressed, to the department would look like – especially considering some of their colleagues had been practically taking bets on how long it would be before Lewis and Fiona finally slept together.
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Post by Fiona Hathaway on Oct 11, 2012 16:36:12 GMT -6
Fiona smiled at him; she couldn’t stop smiling no matter how she tired. “I am never going to live that down am I?” she teased, meanwhile the scene of him opening the door, the expression on his face as he saw her soaking wet. Even though they hadn’t talked in days, months even, keeping a safe distance from one another as though they were two separate islands, the look on his face was one of concern, perhaps that she was wet or cold or simply for her state of mind. That expression she’d realised she had seen every time she returned from a mission. It wasn’t entirely concern but a mingling of emotions, relief at seeing her again, tenderness, protectiveness, a sort of affection she had never received from anyone but him. In that moment she had realised that was the exact same expression she had given him. It was fainter, more subtle, but every time she saw him return from a mission or spotted him on the street without her knowing, those emotions sprang from within her. As much as she had tried to deny it over the years that feeling was one of love, a deeper love than she had ever known. Not a possessive, explosive love, but a comfortable one. It was like two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together. There was no need for car crashes, or a collision of any sort.
However that certainly didn’t mean there weren’t any fireworks. An indiscernible expression played across her features as she thought of this. Clearly last night was proof of that.
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After the whirlwind that was Fiona in the morning, she raced up the stairs again and found Lewis, her bra dangling over his index finger. She smirked and raised an eyebrow placing her hands on her hips, “Yes, maybe, perhaps,” she glared at him playfully as she grabbed her bra from him and instinctually turned around, removed her shirt and clipped her bra into place, before she realised she didn’t have to turn away from him. She nudged him then in the shoulder, “Oh shut up, you know you love me for more than just that,” she motioned to the bed. Fiona smiled almost triumphantly as she glanced over at his trousers across the room, “Yes, I have a very good arm.” She nodded thoughtfully, “And very good aim, remember in Greece?” Brushing her thoughts aside she focused on the objective, them getting to work late without the others suspecting something.
“Right so, we’ll apparate to work a block away, I’ll go in first then you follow about thirty minutes later, should give you enough time to get us both coffee,” she said shaking a finger at him, “And yes I know we both just had coffee but everything has to be as it were and you always bring me coffee,” she said as if that was that watching him holding his trousers in his hands. “Well hurry up we don’t have all day,” she insisted teasingly though admittedly all she could think of was ripping his clothes off him again.
((ooc: Had to add her teasing hehe.))
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