Nirvana...
Category: Pink Sheep RPG
After the performance the foursome headed out for an evening of dancing and fun. Passes to Dionysus hadn’t panned out, so they’d ended up at Studio 80, one of Amsterdam’s Muggle hot spots. They found a booth and ordered the first round of drinks, but the music was fast and inviting and it was only a minute before Emma grabbed her best friend’s hand and tugged her back up.
Pressing a quick kiss to Michael’s cheek, she grinned. “Be right back, I need a quick go with my dancing queen,” she chirped before dragging the tiny brunette away.
Graham looked over at the bloke Emma’d brought along. “It’s a hard truth that we’ll always be the afterthoughts when those two get together,” he said with a grin.
Michael's lips twitched in acknowledgement. That was true enough; he'd had ample opportunity to watch Emma and friend titter together, thick as thieves, almost from the first moment he'd met the tiny brunette and her bloke.
He took a pull of his drink before he pulled his gaze away from the two women on the dance floor and glanced at Graham. "You've know them a long time then?"
“Since first year,” Graham replied with a nod. “Lola and Emma found each other pretty quickly. Kitten-sense, I guess, and I discovered how much fun it was to get Lola riled up.” Smirking, he added, “Still is.”
Watching as a pair of blokes tried to join in the girls’ dance, only to be flatly rebuffed, Graham laughed. “You never have to worry about mixed messages with them. Lola has no trouble telling someone to leave her alone, or not to. Emma’s a little more tactful, but she gets the message across.”
“Neither of them are particularly shy,” he agreed as he watched them poke tongues out at the back of the man they’d just turned down before giggling and dancing again.
Michael was glad he’d come. He wasn’t a huge fan of ballet, but the show had been entertaining and meeting Emma’s little friend even moreso. Lola had a mouth on her Michael wasn’t sure he’d heard from a woman before - completely unexpected given his first impressions of her on sight alone. Graham, for his part, was a good sort. Laid back and amiable, and Michael didn’t mind his company at all. All things considered, it was nice to know more of Emma and her life outside the little they’d shared thus far, which mostly had kept them occupied in his flat more often than not.
Given they were in Amsterdam, Michael’s penchant toward marijuana didn’t have to be kept mostly to the privacy of his own home, and he pulled out a small tin from his back pocket to retrieve one of the joints he’d rolled. “A smoke?” he offered his current companion.
Graham’s brows raised slightly, but he took the offered blunt. He’d never actually smoked pot before, and once he returned home he wasn’t likely to do it again, but the circumstances were ideal for giving it a try, so he did. The two men lit up and smoked in companionable silence until the ladies returned from the dance floor, their faces pinkened from the exertion but grins firmly in place.
Slipping back in beside Michael, Emma sipped her drink. “You get to be my next partner,” she promised, snuggling close into his side.
“Yes, I’m being benevolent tonight,” Lola informed him, blue eyes bright on the pretty man Emma had brought to play with. “I’m sharing. It’s a very big deal.”
Lola’s gaze slid to Graham then as she slid into the booth next to him and her eyes narrowed. “Are you...” She snatched the smoke from his fingers and sniffed it delicately before her nose crinkled and she looked back to her lover. “You’re fucking high, aren’t you?”
Michael snorted softly and slid his hand down Emma’s back, and then up beneath her hair, fingers brushing lightly against her skin. If anything, Lola was entertaining.
Gently taking the smoke back from Lola’s dainty fingers, Graham nodded. “Maybe a little. Mostly I’m just relaxed. Don’t get all riled up, Kit, we’re in Amsterdam,” he said, as if that was all the reason that was required. He snaked an arm around Lola’s waist and pulled her closer, bending to brush his lips against the soft skin of her neck.
Emma watched Lola and Graham do their usual dance of irritation and attraction, a smile on her face. When Graham started the kissing, though, she turned her attention to Michael. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him indulging in marijuana and while she didn’t care to try it herself, she didn’t really care if he did. “I’m sorry you have to see that. They spare no one from their foreplay,” she told Michael with a giggle.
“It’s no problem,” he said, easy grin curling his lips when Emma spoke to him. “Is better than caring too much what people think. I’d say they’re happier that way,” he reasoned as he put out the stub of the blunt in the ashtray and turned bright blue eyes to Emma. “You don’t care too much what anyone thinks just now, do you?” Michael asked, as his hand slipped beneath the table and traced up her leg.
As always seemed to happen when Michael touched her with intent, Emma’s mind went a little bit hazy as his fingers skimmed along her skin. She didn’t really mind; Emma liked the way he could steal her focus and make her breathing quicken without doing much of anything at all. “I only ever care what a few people think,” she said. Grinning, she added, “I bet I have a pretty good idea what you’re thinking.”
“Oh yeah?” he murmured as he bent to press his lips beneath her ear. Michael’s fingers were light on her skin, and he played with slipping them just beneath the hem of her little dress. “Guess.”
It took a moment to get a clear thought through the fog in her mind as Michael’s mouth brushed kisses on her skin. “World peace,” Emma answered with a quiet giggle. “Which will come sometime after you take me back to the hotel for naughty things.”
“Something like that,” Michael said as he grinned against her skin. He kissed her then, slow and thorough, before pulling away and waiting for her eyes to blink open. “Want to dance once before we head out, dove?”
“At least once!” Lola called from Graham’s lap, her grin silly as she watched the two. “Else you’ll be a fucking scarlet woman!”
“I can’t have that. Gryffindor’s red is more of a crimson than a scarlet,” Emma joked before sticking her tongue out at her friend and sliding from the booth again. “I guess it doesn’t matter for you, Lols. You’ve been Graham’s scarlet woman for years.”
Graham smiled and nipped the cord of muscle where neck met shoulder. “It’s how I like her.”
Lola’s expression slackened at the nip. “Yeah. That.” At Graham’s chuckle, Lola batted at him and then shooed Michael and Emma. “Go. Make dance floor babies.”
Emma’s jaw dropped at Lola’s quip and she just hoped she’d recovered before Michael noticed. Taking his hand, she tugged him toward the dance floor.
Snickering at Emma’s immediate freeze - he was surprised any of Lola’s comments could phase her after all this time - Graham turned his attention back to the tiny ballerina in his lap. “You know, I have plenty of naughty things planned for you, too. I’m going to make you so satisfied, you might just reconsider hitting me with that iron pan once I marry you.”
It was Lola’s turn to blink, though it only lasted a few seconds before she was swatting at Graham again. “I’ll beat you with an iron pan if you don’t fucking shut up about the marriage thing,” she threatened - which earned another smile from Graham. High off his fucking arse, he was. He had to be to bring something like that up again.
When he caught her hand before she could cuff him again though, and then covered her mouth with his, Lola decided she’d worry about hitting him with an iron pan another day.
SUMMARY: Michael, Emma, Graham and Lola hang out in Amsterdam together.
After the performance the foursome headed out for an evening of dancing and fun. Passes to Dionysus hadn’t panned out, so they’d ended up at Studio 80, one of Amsterdam’s Muggle hot spots. They found a booth and ordered the first round of drinks, but the music was fast and inviting and it was only a minute before Emma grabbed her best friend’s hand and tugged her back up.
Pressing a quick kiss to Michael’s cheek, she grinned. “Be right back, I need a quick go with my dancing queen,” she chirped before dragging the tiny brunette away.
Graham looked over at the bloke Emma’d brought along. “It’s a hard truth that we’ll always be the afterthoughts when those two get together,” he said with a grin.
Michael's lips twitched in acknowledgement. That was true enough; he'd had ample opportunity to watch Emma and friend titter together, thick as thieves, almost from the first moment he'd met the tiny brunette and her bloke.
He took a pull of his drink before he pulled his gaze away from the two women on the dance floor and glanced at Graham. "You've know them a long time then?"
“Since first year,” Graham replied with a nod. “Lola and Emma found each other pretty quickly. Kitten-sense, I guess, and I discovered how much fun it was to get Lola riled up.” Smirking, he added, “Still is.”
Watching as a pair of blokes tried to join in the girls’ dance, only to be flatly rebuffed, Graham laughed. “You never have to worry about mixed messages with them. Lola has no trouble telling someone to leave her alone, or not to. Emma’s a little more tactful, but she gets the message across.”
“Neither of them are particularly shy,” he agreed as he watched them poke tongues out at the back of the man they’d just turned down before giggling and dancing again.
Michael was glad he’d come. He wasn’t a huge fan of ballet, but the show had been entertaining and meeting Emma’s little friend even moreso. Lola had a mouth on her Michael wasn’t sure he’d heard from a woman before - completely unexpected given his first impressions of her on sight alone. Graham, for his part, was a good sort. Laid back and amiable, and Michael didn’t mind his company at all. All things considered, it was nice to know more of Emma and her life outside the little they’d shared thus far, which mostly had kept them occupied in his flat more often than not.
Given they were in Amsterdam, Michael’s penchant toward marijuana didn’t have to be kept mostly to the privacy of his own home, and he pulled out a small tin from his back pocket to retrieve one of the joints he’d rolled. “A smoke?” he offered his current companion.
Graham’s brows raised slightly, but he took the offered blunt. He’d never actually smoked pot before, and once he returned home he wasn’t likely to do it again, but the circumstances were ideal for giving it a try, so he did. The two men lit up and smoked in companionable silence until the ladies returned from the dance floor, their faces pinkened from the exertion but grins firmly in place.
Slipping back in beside Michael, Emma sipped her drink. “You get to be my next partner,” she promised, snuggling close into his side.
“Yes, I’m being benevolent tonight,” Lola informed him, blue eyes bright on the pretty man Emma had brought to play with. “I’m sharing. It’s a very big deal.”
Lola’s gaze slid to Graham then as she slid into the booth next to him and her eyes narrowed. “Are you...” She snatched the smoke from his fingers and sniffed it delicately before her nose crinkled and she looked back to her lover. “You’re fucking high, aren’t you?”
Michael snorted softly and slid his hand down Emma’s back, and then up beneath her hair, fingers brushing lightly against her skin. If anything, Lola was entertaining.
Gently taking the smoke back from Lola’s dainty fingers, Graham nodded. “Maybe a little. Mostly I’m just relaxed. Don’t get all riled up, Kit, we’re in Amsterdam,” he said, as if that was all the reason that was required. He snaked an arm around Lola’s waist and pulled her closer, bending to brush his lips against the soft skin of her neck.
Emma watched Lola and Graham do their usual dance of irritation and attraction, a smile on her face. When Graham started the kissing, though, she turned her attention to Michael. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him indulging in marijuana and while she didn’t care to try it herself, she didn’t really care if he did. “I’m sorry you have to see that. They spare no one from their foreplay,” she told Michael with a giggle.
“It’s no problem,” he said, easy grin curling his lips when Emma spoke to him. “Is better than caring too much what people think. I’d say they’re happier that way,” he reasoned as he put out the stub of the blunt in the ashtray and turned bright blue eyes to Emma. “You don’t care too much what anyone thinks just now, do you?” Michael asked, as his hand slipped beneath the table and traced up her leg.
As always seemed to happen when Michael touched her with intent, Emma’s mind went a little bit hazy as his fingers skimmed along her skin. She didn’t really mind; Emma liked the way he could steal her focus and make her breathing quicken without doing much of anything at all. “I only ever care what a few people think,” she said. Grinning, she added, “I bet I have a pretty good idea what you’re thinking.”
“Oh yeah?” he murmured as he bent to press his lips beneath her ear. Michael’s fingers were light on her skin, and he played with slipping them just beneath the hem of her little dress. “Guess.”
It took a moment to get a clear thought through the fog in her mind as Michael’s mouth brushed kisses on her skin. “World peace,” Emma answered with a quiet giggle. “Which will come sometime after you take me back to the hotel for naughty things.”
“Something like that,” Michael said as he grinned against her skin. He kissed her then, slow and thorough, before pulling away and waiting for her eyes to blink open. “Want to dance once before we head out, dove?”
“At least once!” Lola called from Graham’s lap, her grin silly as she watched the two. “Else you’ll be a fucking scarlet woman!”
“I can’t have that. Gryffindor’s red is more of a crimson than a scarlet,” Emma joked before sticking her tongue out at her friend and sliding from the booth again. “I guess it doesn’t matter for you, Lols. You’ve been Graham’s scarlet woman for years.”
Graham smiled and nipped the cord of muscle where neck met shoulder. “It’s how I like her.”
Lola’s expression slackened at the nip. “Yeah. That.” At Graham’s chuckle, Lola batted at him and then shooed Michael and Emma. “Go. Make dance floor babies.”
Emma’s jaw dropped at Lola’s quip and she just hoped she’d recovered before Michael noticed. Taking his hand, she tugged him toward the dance floor.
Snickering at Emma’s immediate freeze - he was surprised any of Lola’s comments could phase her after all this time - Graham turned his attention back to the tiny ballerina in his lap. “You know, I have plenty of naughty things planned for you, too. I’m going to make you so satisfied, you might just reconsider hitting me with that iron pan once I marry you.”
It was Lola’s turn to blink, though it only lasted a few seconds before she was swatting at Graham again. “I’ll beat you with an iron pan if you don’t fucking shut up about the marriage thing,” she threatened - which earned another smile from Graham. High off his fucking arse, he was. He had to be to bring something like that up again.
When he caught her hand before she could cuff him again though, and then covered her mouth with his, Lola decided she’d worry about hitting him with an iron pan another day.
SUMMARY: Michael, Emma, Graham and Lola hang out in Amsterdam together.