MARLENE MCKINNON: 7 April, 1970

[len_mckinnon]

Dave,

You've got to help me, Dave. Ignore the OWL. IGNORE THE...

...I need your help, Dave. My best friend My boyfriend Ted's birthday is this week - he's 16, same as you, and I don't know what sixteen year old boys....do. What would he like? He looks football (Liverpool, don't judge him)...he likes James Bond. He likes getting dirty...then

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[orlanstamos]

*grins as he sits down across from her* Len, guess what.

[len_mckinnon]

:grins, lifted her hips a little as he brushes his fingers over her belly:

Okay. So photos of me in my knickers. The camera is, I believe, on the bed.

[orlanstamos]

Well, maybe you should lie down on the bed so I can take photos of you in your knickers, Len.

*kisses her again then steps back, walking over to the bed*

[len_mckinnon]

:grinning, Len walks over to the bed, getting up on it and lying down on her back, propped up on her elbows, knees bent and together, hair falling across one eye:

Like this?

[orlanstamos]

*swallows and nods, watching her as he picks up the camera*

Just like that.

*brings the camera up to his eye* Smile, Len.

[len_mckinnon]

:smiles broadly as he takes the picture:

Makes me wet, Ted, posing for you.

[orlanstamos]

*grins at her and snaps another picture*

's good to hear, considering how hard I got in class today, looking at that picture you gave me.

*pulls the camera down to look at her* Your pose is practically demure, Len.

[len_mckinnon]

Like the idea of you getting hard under your desk, Tonks...why'd you think I gave you the picture?

:studies him, then, slowly, spreads one lerg then the other:

Better?

[orlanstamos]

Made for a very frustrating day, Len. Was hard almost all through history class, wanting to touch you.

*bites his lip and nods, bringing the camera to take another photo* 's much better, Len. Brilliant.

[len_mckinnon]

:brushed one hand over one tit, almost medatively, legs spread for the camera:

You never were much of a historian, Tonks...

[orlanstamos]

*lets out a strangled sound when she touches her tit, snapping a photo* Do that again please, Len.

'm fraid history doesn't much hold a candle to you in your knickers.

[len_mckinnon]

:covers both tits with her hands, pushing them together as he clicks photos:

History is a wonderful and diverse subject, Ted Tonks.

[orlanstamos]

*bites his lip as he watches her play with her tits, still taking pictures* Take your tits out of your bra, love.

*distractedly* Yes, but, knickers, Len. Red knickers.

[len_mckinnon]

:eases her tits out of the cups of her bra, arching her back a little as she plucks at her nipples:

I suppose I can see your point, Ted.

[orlanstamos]

If history involved you in red knickers I have no doubt it would have my attention.

*swallows and bites his lip again, camera still against his eye* How're you doing?

[len_mckinnon]

History isn't about red knickers, Ted :mock stern:

Having fun, Ted. Wet. :she kneaded both of her tits with her hands: