*GROWLS*
I am not a happy camper.
//Private//
He drives me completely barking. I am absolutely befuddled. Sure, we are playing mind games with each other. It is to be expected. He acknowledges silently that I want him. Waywardly.
What I don’t comprehend is why doesn’t he want me...why? Lord Lucius wants me. And so do others, but why not him? I am a Black. I get what I want when I want it, damn it! He isn’t playing by my rules. And that isn’t how it is supposed to be.
He kisses me, and for bloody well sure I wanted it. Badly. Driving me absolutely feral by leaving me wanting more and more, every time he leaves.
The dance, besides having my sister nearly killed, I need to speak to Bellatrix but she is ignoring my Owls again. was indeed a lot more pleasurable after he and I left, although he is a superb dancer.
And an even better kisser. He’s got to be a natural, I know for a fact that I was his first kiss. Merlin can that boy snog. God I wonder what he is like in bed. I yearn to be his first there too.
And then when I offer myself to him again he replies, “Perhaps.” PERHAPS! PERHAPS! What do I have to do for him? Lay naked on the middle of the quidditch pitch with honey all over my body? ((Pokes Nikki and Manda))
Nobody has ever turned down a Black. Ever. Especially when it is something of this nature. The countless males that I have used, for a simple smile of acknowledgment. The smarter ones, of course, wanted more. Too bad none of them ever remember it afterwards. I’ve gotten quite good at memory alteration. I need to get something over him. Something he wants. So I can get what I want. If that’s the only thing I can do to get him then I shall have to stoop.
How much more pleasing it would be to have him just want me though.
The bastard called me a wench. The wanker. Merlin, he should feel lucky I’ve chosen him! Merlin, why doesn’t he want me?
//End Private//
//Private//
He drives me completely barking. I am absolutely befuddled. Sure, we are playing mind games with each other. It is to be expected. He acknowledges silently that I want him. Waywardly.
What I don’t comprehend is why doesn’t he want me...why? Lord Lucius wants me. And so do others, but why not him? I am a Black. I get what I want when I want it, damn it! He isn’t playing by my rules. And that isn’t how it is supposed to be.
He kisses me, and for bloody well sure I wanted it. Badly. Driving me absolutely feral by leaving me wanting more and more, every time he leaves.
The dance, besides having my sister nearly killed, I need to speak to Bellatrix but she is ignoring my Owls again. was indeed a lot more pleasurable after he and I left, although he is a superb dancer.
And an even better kisser. He’s got to be a natural, I know for a fact that I was his first kiss. Merlin can that boy snog. God I wonder what he is like in bed. I yearn to be his first there too.
And then when I offer myself to him again he replies, “Perhaps.” PERHAPS! PERHAPS! What do I have to do for him? Lay naked on the middle of the quidditch pitch with honey all over my body? ((Pokes Nikki and Manda))
Nobody has ever turned down a Black. Ever. Especially when it is something of this nature. The countless males that I have used, for a simple smile of acknowledgment. The smarter ones, of course, wanted more. Too bad none of them ever remember it afterwards. I’ve gotten quite good at memory alteration. I need to get something over him. Something he wants. So I can get what I want. If that’s the only thing I can do to get him then I shall have to stoop.
How much more pleasing it would be to have him just want me though.
The bastard called me a wench. The wanker. Merlin, he should feel lucky I’ve chosen him! Merlin, why doesn’t he want me?
//End Private//