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May 17, 2006 16:41:17 GMT -5
Post by ring_junkie on May 17, 2006 16:41:17 GMT -5
He gave a soft chuckle, his smirk growing - along with the pattern he traced on her stomach; soon the pattern stretched from the waist-band of her trousers to just below her chest. "Now wouldn't that be telling..." he said smoothly, teasing her, allowing his gaze to pass the whole length of her body.
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May 17, 2006 16:43:20 GMT -5
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 17, 2006 16:43:20 GMT -5
She gave a small pouty face,"Please tell me...?"
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May 17, 2006 16:48:02 GMT -5
Post by ring_junkie on May 17, 2006 16:48:02 GMT -5
"What? And allow you some insight into my dark and twisted mind?" His smirk changed into a smile. "...I think not."
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May 17, 2006 16:52:35 GMT -5
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 17, 2006 16:52:35 GMT -5
"Oh c'mon.... I'm sure it can't be as bad as my wicked gutter-mind."
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May 17, 2006 17:01:57 GMT -5
Post by ring_junkie on May 17, 2006 17:01:57 GMT -5
"Well... these thoughts involve a wonderful, beautiful girl - who is at this moment in time lying with her head on my lap," he smirked, "outstretched on my bed at home."
He had toned it down a little, but what he had said was a basic outline of his thoughts.
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May 17, 2006 17:04:53 GMT -5
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 17, 2006 17:04:53 GMT -5
"Hmm.. Definately not as bad as mine." she said, and leaned up to kiss him lightly before going back to her previous position of her head lying on his lap.
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May 17, 2006 17:21:03 GMT -5
Post by ring_junkie on May 17, 2006 17:21:03 GMT -5
"Oh really... so tell me, what could possibly be worse?" he asked, his words garnished with sarcasm.
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May 17, 2006 17:23:29 GMT -5
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 17, 2006 17:23:29 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes,"Well, it deals with you and me obviously. In a group orgie. Loads of kinky stuff." Contessa winked at him, having toned down what really was going on in her wicked mind.
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May 17, 2006 17:27:50 GMT -5
Post by ring_junkie on May 17, 2006 17:27:50 GMT -5
Salvador gave a soft laugh. "I see..." he said.
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May 17, 2006 17:35:38 GMT -5
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 17, 2006 17:35:38 GMT -5
She grinned, waiting to see if he had more of a reply than that.
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May 17, 2006 17:52:37 GMT -5
Post by ring_junkie on May 17, 2006 17:52:37 GMT -5
Salvador was a frustrating person at times; he wasn't one for sustaining a conversation for very long, and often ran out of things to say. But when he did think of something, it was often off the subject, or completely random - which had happened now.
"How many of us Riddles are there to help exact the Dark Lord's revenge?" he asked quietly, after being sure there was no one else around.
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May 17, 2006 17:56:04 GMT -5
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 17, 2006 17:56:04 GMT -5
"Three.. That's as many as He wanted."
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May 17, 2006 18:04:25 GMT -5
Post by ring_junkie on May 17, 2006 18:04:25 GMT -5
"Who is the other?" he asked, intrigued.
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May 17, 2006 18:07:34 GMT -5
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 17, 2006 18:07:34 GMT -5
"His youngest.. Macaria." she replied.
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May 17, 2006 18:26:10 GMT -5
Post by ring_junkie on May 17, 2006 18:26:10 GMT -5
"Ah," he said softly, giving a small nod to show he understood. "But wait... a first year?"
He knew she was Voldemort's daughter, but what could a first year be expected to do?
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