[ooc] Love Meme Continuations?

[godsavemy]

Ffff, okay. Not sure if anyone is even interested or if everyone is already burnt out over the love meme, but if you want to continue a thread you had with Arthur - where I posted on yours or vice versa - please post here with the link to the thread(s) you want to continue~ Please post here if you want to start a new one too

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[pravdadomina]

[pravdadomina]

Mm? Did I say that? [She stares at him blankly, regardless of the fact that what he had just asked her required a rather truthful answer. But she could play the actress if need be. And anyway, it was not as if she went around bragging about her sexual exploits or conquests. She had more tact than that.]

I am pretty sure that all I said was that he got giggly and quite honest after he had a few shots of Scotch. We were sitting down and conversing about this and that when he blurted it out when I was teasing him for being so flustered around me.

[Here, she gives an annoyed huff before promptly shoving him back down.] You talk to much, miláčku. [Laying herself on top of Arthur fully, she sighs.] I should shut you up, yes? [Cue Veronika capturing his lips in a deep kiss - if only to get him to quiet down already.]

[godsavemy]

[He is entirely skeptical of her explanation, only too aware of word play, of half-truths, and of half-lies. And there is a very, very good chance that if she's on top of him without so much as a proper conversation first, she's done the same or more to his half-brother. He's about to say as much before he's silenced by her lips.

It's a testament to her skill that he almost loses himself in the embrace, but at the last moment before he gives in, he regains his head and breaks the connection.]

Even...even if you haven't done anything with him. [He makes sure to shoot her a look that he's very much doubtful of this - the impact lessened somewhat to his light panting.] He obviously fancies you.

[pravdadomina]

[She returns the look with one of her own, making sure to quickly brush off the odd spark of emotion that his words suddenly sparked inside of her as she sighed.] If that is the truth, he has not told me anything. We are not formally attached and, save for us getting coffee together when we have the time, nothing has happened.

[Her hands move up to brush his bangs aside, teeth digging into his bottom lip before she coaxes him into another kiss.] Now shut up before I bring out the rope, yes?

[godsavemy]

Formality or not, if he likes you, and...this happens, I am going to get a prop skull lobbed at my head and the rest of my family hating me...again.

[Maybe he wouldn't have mind it so much once upon a time, but considering how much they're...well, not at each other's throats anymore - at least not seriously - to go back to those day would be...far too troublesome. And maybe a bit upsetting too, if he let himself dwell on it long enough.

With that thought in mind, he allows one last kiss from her before steeling his resolve.]

I shan't 'shut up' as you say. So please, let me up so I may go. As things stand now, I hardly think that this will be worth the time for either of us.

[pravdadomina]

I did not think we would be playing therapist, miláčku. Especially so early on in the night. [She sits back up, but refrains from getting off his lap completely. At least not yet. Instead, she opts to busy her hands with his shirt, needing something to keep herself occupied with.]

Really, all tonight was supposed to consist of was mindless sex and demanding you make me dinner before I tell you to leave. Then we'd both forget this ever happened. [She gave a dismissive wave of her left hand, her fingers now splayed across his abdomen.] Vaše vina je ovlivňuje můj non-existující romantické city pro přítele. Jak smutné.

[godsavemy]

Dinner. From me.

...

...Honestly?

[He's so taken aback by the idea that he momentarily forgets the other issues at hand.]

[pravdadomina]

I thought it was a fair exchange. Sex for dinner.

[Her fingers continue to toy with the him of his shirt as she nods, distracted, shifting on his lap as she raises a brow.

Obviously, she has yet to hear about Arthur's (lack of) prowess in the kitchen.]

Why do you ask? Are you not accustomed to cooking?

[godsavemy]

I-I love to cook...it's just. Not many people seem to enjoy British cuisine...

[pravdadomina]

[She notices his sudden distraction, pauses, before smiling amicably as her fingers "accidentally" slip beneath his shirt to brush against his abdomen.] I cannot say that I have ever had it-

[She shrugs, head tilting to the side, dark hair slipping over her shoulder as she smiles once more.]

But if you are willing, miláčku.

[godsavemy]

[He eyes the hand under his shirt, pretending that it doesn't feel as good as it does.]

If you're willing to let me up, I'm willing to cook.

Don't burn down my kitchen. :U

[pravdadomina]

[Slowly, she pulls her hand out, though not before her nails scrape against his skin as she does so. And with a slight shift, and perhaps not-so-innocent roll of her hips, she moves, dropping down beside him before slipping off, absently adjusting her top.]

I will show you the way then, miláčku~

...I will try my hardest not to.

[godsavemy]

[He sighs in relief and yes, in a little disappointment too. But ultimately this is probably for the best...or so he keeps telling himself.

Regardless, mindful of a problem that hasn't entirely gone away, but is significantly more manageable than earlier, Arthur adjusts his trousers and follows her to the kitchen.]

...otherwise, off to the basement you go. :|

[pravdadomina]

[She leads him back downstairs, absently tucking back a piece of hair behind her ear before pausing, looking over at her basement door. Once she's sure that it's locked, she hums softly and makes her way toward her kitchen.]

There. I went grocery shopping recently, so you will hopefully find whatever it is that you need.

[She seats herself down on a nearby chair, legs crossed and chin resting on top of her palm.]

[godsavemy]

[He hesitates only for a moment before he examines what's inside the refrigerator and the pantry. He already has a few ideas in mind, but first...

He turns to her - sitting in a kitchen chair as if it was a throne.]

Do you have any preferences?

[pravdadomina]

I do not think you know much about Czech cuisine, so you are free to make whatever it is you like.

[She flashes him a bemused grin, heels tapping against the kitchen tile absently.]