Harry's visit, Valentines day

[capt_angie]

The door opens into the living room of her small flat. It's dark untill she flicks her wand and a dozen or so candles burst into flame around the room, lighting the room with a soft glow. At the same time a record player in the corner starts playing soft music. Theres even a nice bottle of wine in a bucket of ice charmed not to melt and two glasses on the the coffee table. One might get the feeling she had this planned all along.

She turns to Harry and slips her arms around his waist, smiling softly up at him.

"Happy Valentines day."

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[capt_angie]

She pushes him to sitting on the sofa, places a soft kiss to his lips and turns away to pour the wine into the glasses. She hands him one glass and sits back next to him, pressing her body close to his.

[wizard_dresden]

Very nice.

I slide an arm around her and sip the wine.

"This works."

[capt_angie]

She smiles and kisses his cheek, gently strokeing her hand over his thigh.

"Good."

[wizard_dresden]

Not sure what exactly to say now, so it's probably better that I say nothing. Just stroke her arm and drink the wine.

[capt_angie]

That feels nice. Realy nice. She sighs softly and her fingers grip his thigh gently, her own glass of wine all but forgotten.

[wizard_dresden]

I just hope she doesn't drop that glass.







[ooc: mun begs slowtime as shoulders are being ow-y and must abandonate the PC for the night...]

[capt_angie]

She doesn't drop it, but maybe just a little little drop spills onto his lap.






[ooc: Eeeps! Of course lovey. Feel better!]

[wizard_dresden]

Good thing I'm not wearing white.

I lean in to nibble at her neck.






[ooc: and mun apologizes, but has had grumpy muses of late]

[capt_angie]

"Sorry 'bout that," she mumbles in a low voice.

She moans softly at the nibbling and tilts her head to the side.

[wizard_dresden]

No need for talking, I have other things I can do with my mouth. Hopefully most of them don't sound quite so dirty... or, maybe they should.

I carefully take her glass and set it on a table, then lace my fingers with hers.

[capt_angie]

She moves fluidly so that she's sitting on his lap and she inclines her head towards him and presses her lips against his.

[wizard_dresden]

This is nice. Very nice. I love this kissing part.

[capt_angie]

She gently nibbles on his bottom lip and brings a hand up to caress his face.

[wizard_dresden]

I draw back.

"Have any plans?"

[capt_angie]

She smiles and raises an eyebrow in a suggestive manner as she moves her hips against his.

"What do you think..."

[wizard_dresden]

"That I already like your plan."

[capt_angie]

"I thought you might," she says, smirking. She leans in to kiss him again, soft and slow but full of passion and desire.

[wizard_dresden]

Kissing is always fun - well, when it's not laced with vampire narcotics - and my hands slide up her back, back down, settling at her hips. I think I'm going to not worry about talking for a while.

[capt_angie]

She runs a hand down his chest and pulls at the hem of his shirt, tugging it up to place her hand against the skin of his waist.

[wizard_dresden]

Her fingers are warm and her mouth is soft. I sift a hand into her hair, holding her against me.

[capt_angie]

A soft sigh/moan as he pushes his hand in her hair and her hands glide slowly up over his chest, pushing the shirt higher.






[ooc: I'm almost going to sleep here so I'm going to bed now. Night!]

[wizard_dresden]

She's good at this. And I just let her keep going. I like being on this side of things too.




[ooc: g'night.]

[capt_angie]

She raises his arms above his head and tugs the shirt up over his head and drops it down the side of the sofa. She likes that he lets her take the lead.

[wizard_dresden]

Any time something involves me not having to think too terribly much, I'm fine with it. Really. Especially if it also involves a very lovely woman removing my clothing.

[capt_angie]

Her fingers move to the buttons of her own shirt and she starts to undo them, working slowly. Too slowly almost. No need to rush, she's not in any hurry.