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Post by Dylan Cooper on Dec 12, 2007 1:05:46 GMT -5
Smiling lightly down at her, he received her kiss happily. His smile broadening slightly and transforming into a bit of a sly little look at her teasing remark, he accepted her next, swift kiss. Regarding what little of her face he could now see, he found a soft smile from within himself and produced it. Absent-mindedly, he continued to consume his ficelle and soon found the small French bread gone, leaving behind a small plate that contained only a few crumbs. Gulping down his drink quickly, he found himself decidedly less than satiated. His selection might have changed, but his appetite remained quite in tact.
The same small elf coming to collect what plates they had used, he cleared his throat lightly. The elf looked up at him brightly, asking if there was anything master needed in her squeaky little voice. Deciding, at the last second, to abstain from ordering anything further and simply picking at her cinnamon roll, he shook his head. Stopping mid-action, he closed his eyes and tensed his jaw, hoping for the instantaneous, shooting pain to cease. He really needed to stop forgetting about these headaches, especially when they were so easily set off.
“So…” he began lightly, slowly re-opening his eyes. “What were these activities you mentioned that required so much energy, Miss Philosophy?” His voice had a slight teasing lilt to it, dampened slightly by the headache that had quickly taken up residence within his mind. His lips moving as far forward on her face as they could, he provided a soft kiss to her cheek, bringing one hand up to rest on the other side of her face and beckoning it to turn toward him lightly. His lips finding her own, he provided her with an intense little kiss, his hand running softly up and down her neck.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Dec 12, 2007 1:33:15 GMT -5
Noting the pained expression which rose to Dylan's face after having shaken his head, D'rorah looked upon him with concern. "Have you mentioned your headaches to any of the mediwitches? They seem to have been going on for quite some time now. Perhaps they are not simple headaches," she suggested carefully. Thinking back, she could clearly see that Dylan's headaches came more often and seemed more severe of late. But she was almost certain they had begun long before he had actually sustained any of the injuries he had suffered this year. She shook her head slightly, as though to signify that she didn't really expect a response if he didn't feel like giving one, knowing how much he was going through already.
Hearing his teasing question, she smirked bit, following the movements of his hand as he guided her to turn her face toward him. At his kiss, her breath caught in her throat a bit and one hand moved to his waist, cuffing around him lightly. There was a slight shimmering light in her eyes as she pulled back, a smile quite evident on her face. "Have I told you lately that I love you, Dylan Cooper?" she asked quietly, her words full of the very sentiment she expressed.
She shifted where she was sitting slightly to turn around so that she faced him more fully. For a moment, she merely watched him, the shimmer in her eyes seeming to dance a bit as she allowed herself a moment of simply being happy. "I had several activities in mind," she finally replied to his question. "I suppose you will have to come to Hogsmead if you actually intend to find out what those plans are." With a slight smirk, she leaned forward and kissed him one more time before leaning toward his ear. "I believe there were some interesting arrivals at the bookstore," she whispered, seeming to find the anti-climactic nature of the statement quite humorous.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Dec 14, 2007 3:27:51 GMT -5
His eyes focusing on her as she mentioned his headaches, he wondered at her words. He'd usually just shrugged them off as being due to a particular stress or, recently, his injuries. Never before had he actually looked back to see that while they usually did occur at particular times of stress for his head, they stemmed back a lot longer than his recent traumas. Finding that thinking about it too hard caused a significant increase in the dull ache residing in his head, he decided to let the matter go for now. Summoning an answer for her, he spoke softly, though his voice remained thoughtful. "I've never thought to mention them," he mentioned simply.
Feeling her hand come to rest at his waist and her lips upon his own, he felt completely contented within her arms and smiled into the kiss. Finding her eyes as he drew back, his smile broadened significantly in response to the sight they presented. "I don't believe you have within the last five minutes, Miss Philosophy. Careful, you might fall behind," he commented softly, his voice carrying a teasing lilt that was not evident in his gaze; intent and thoughtful.
Regarding her lovingly, his features formed a softer kind of smile, one reminiscent of young couples gazing at the one they intended to be with forever. Her words served to drive him into a slight excitement, not to mention build his curiosity significantly. Returning her kiss happily, he leant forward to try and lengthen it; resenting the short nature of it and wanting more. "The bookstore? Why D'rorah, how cruel of you," he replied in a whispered, teasing voice.
His lips finding her own once more, he kissed her with every feeling that was building up within him pouring in behind it. Leaning his whole body forward, he managed to gain a few slight tensions in his joints and upset a few particular spots. It all seemed so worth it, though, when his lips met hers and all other thoughts raced from his mind, leaving behind only his feelings for her and the breathless account he attributed to her kisses.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Dec 15, 2007 17:30:54 GMT -5
"I am cruel, Mister Cooper. Quite cruel, in fact," replied D'rorah quietly. She felt him pull forward, closer to her and smirked somewhat. She allowed her hand to move slowly up his side. "Come then, we should not spend the entire day in the kitchen when there are so many other things to see and do." She looked over toward the window. "Let us finish our breakfast and set out for a ride to Hogsmeade. Then we will have the entire remainder of the day to enjoy away from school grounds."
She surveyed the picked at cinnamon roll which was all that was left of their breakfast. "We could just leave now. Take our brooms and depart... as long as we take special care not to be seen leaving." While she understood the need for the curfew that had been imposed, she did not like the way it inconvenienced her at the moment. She, among all the students of Hogwart's, knew the dangers which lurked in the forest and knew how to protect herself from them. Of course, the necessity of keeping that fact hidden was a large part of why she remained indoors and under curfew with her fellow students. It made her wonder just how strongly the Ministry would react if the Lightfighters revealed their identities... perhaps the backlash would not be too terrible if only they could find a liaison to trust within the Ministry to assure they were not all locked away in the Department of Mysteries.
Carefully, she extracted herself from Dylan's embrace and stood, offering a hand to him. "Come then, we should leave now. I cannot abide by the thought of remaining cooped up within these stone walls for another hour."
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Dec 16, 2007 21:39:29 GMT -5
His eyes unable to keep from eyeing her up, he smiled lightly as she spoke. Good thing he managed to listen, given how aggravated he knew she got when forced to repeat her words; his eyes, you see, caused his mind to wander significantly, making focusing on anything else quite difficult. "Sounds like you've formulated a rather desirable plan, Miss Philosophy." And he planted a soft kiss upon the lips that he was evidently eager to find.
His eyes continuing their progress of not only her face, but now her body, he smirked lightly. Watching as she removed herself from his embrace, he offered a slight puppy dog expression as he followed suit and hauled himself to his feet. "Stone isn't so bad, once you get to know it," he commented softly, as if it were an old friend of which he was speaking. These subconsciously uttered words brought forth the nagging thoughts that he had failed to register his abilities on the night of his attack -- failed to use them in order to escape his torment.
Pushing the thoughts aside angrily, he turned away from her for a moment. Closing his eyes for as long as he required, he took a few steady breaths and ordered himself to calm down. He didn't know if berating himself were quite the best way to go about it, but it seemed to work for now. Turning back to her, he offered a small smile, within which his feelings of malcontent lingered subtly. "Shall we?" he queried quietly.
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