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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Books of Mystery'/Sunday, October 16th/ Sometime after 6:30pm
Location: Random Corridor
Open to: CHARLIE!
Currently Involving: Grady!
If they hadn't been fighting, Grady would've paid more attention to her hand. The bang was so loud that he nearly jumped. He wasn't thinking of how much her hand was going to be hurting, no, he was busy half-listening to what she had to say. The other half of him was growling at her, ready to spit some angry, harsh remark at her. Luckily that half was not dominant the moment she let the cat out of the bag.
Grady wasn't sure how to react; he was still upset (she had gone off and called his mate a Bint once again), but not quite as angry as he had been. Not to mention he was a little confused. Make that very confused. What was going on?
Thinking over the situations in his head, he realized that no, she hadn't been under the imperious charm when she had kissed him. Nor had he attacked her. She had purposely snogged him, which meant only one thing. Yes, it was true that Grady had snogged other girls carelessly, but Charlie was not "other girls". She was Charlie, and by god if that didn't make her the best out of them all, nothing would.
With a zap of embarrassment, Grady remembered that he and Charlie were not the only people in the room. Gabe and Jackie were still present. Not bothering to look at them, Grady let out one last frustrated grunt before reaching out and grabbing Charlie's arm. In most situations, he would've been gentler, but the time did not call for him to be a gentleman.
Dashing from the room, hand tight on Charlie's arm, he hunted around, trying his best to find a reasonably empty corridor. After a long while of running, pausing, and running again, he couldn't wait any longer. As roughly as he ever had (which actually wasn't that brutal) he pressed Charlie against the stone wall. What am I doing? he questioned momentarily before he kissed her.
Most of the time, Grady preferred to be kind with his kisses, but with this one, it was as if he was ravenous. And no matter how close he pressed against her, it wasn't enough - even if his arm was around her waist and his hand on her neck. When he finally realized that she was his - no more joking, no more pretending, no more resisting to snog her - he eased up a bit, pulling his weight off her slightly.
It had actually been a while before he pulled away, but it felt only like moments. His face hovering close to hers, he smiled softly. All his anger had turned into electricity, and it was running through him, zapping his every nerve with the sensation of happiness. "Well?" he asked softly, eyebrows raised curiously.
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Location: Random Corridor
Open to: CHARLIE!
Currently Involving: Grady!
If they hadn't been fighting, Grady would've paid more attention to her hand. The bang was so loud that he nearly jumped. He wasn't thinking of how much her hand was going to be hurting, no, he was busy half-listening to what she had to say. The other half of him was growling at her, ready to spit some angry, harsh remark at her. Luckily that half was not dominant the moment she let the cat out of the bag.
Grady wasn't sure how to react; he was still upset (she had gone off and called his mate a Bint once again), but not quite as angry as he had been. Not to mention he was a little confused. Make that very confused. What was going on?
Thinking over the situations in his head, he realized that no, she hadn't been under the imperious charm when she had kissed him. Nor had he attacked her. She had purposely snogged him, which meant only one thing. Yes, it was true that Grady had snogged other girls carelessly, but Charlie was not "other girls". She was Charlie, and by god if that didn't make her the best out of them all, nothing would.
With a zap of embarrassment, Grady remembered that he and Charlie were not the only people in the room. Gabe and Jackie were still present. Not bothering to look at them, Grady let out one last frustrated grunt before reaching out and grabbing Charlie's arm. In most situations, he would've been gentler, but the time did not call for him to be a gentleman.
Dashing from the room, hand tight on Charlie's arm, he hunted around, trying his best to find a reasonably empty corridor. After a long while of running, pausing, and running again, he couldn't wait any longer. As roughly as he ever had (which actually wasn't that brutal) he pressed Charlie against the stone wall. What am I doing? he questioned momentarily before he kissed her.
Most of the time, Grady preferred to be kind with his kisses, but with this one, it was as if he was ravenous. And no matter how close he pressed against her, it wasn't enough - even if his arm was around her waist and his hand on her neck. When he finally realized that she was his - no more joking, no more pretending, no more resisting to snog her - he eased up a bit, pulling his weight off her slightly.
It had actually been a while before he pulled away, but it felt only like moments. His face hovering close to hers, he smiled softly. All his anger had turned into electricity, and it was running through him, zapping his every nerve with the sensation of happiness. "Well?" he asked softly, eyebrows raised curiously.
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