<div class="floatleft">(https://i3.lisimg.com/20131513/280full.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Stephanie Anne Weasley</span></span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Dionysus<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Aristotle's Office {Main House}<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Aristotle Simpson<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>After the Temple<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Flirtatious<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>See picture<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong><br/><br/><br/><hr/>Stephanie didn't move when the doctor came to stand in front of her.  She let him touch her cheek and tilted her head into his hand.  She let him tilt her chin up and when he kissed her, she reciprocated and her head followed his for a moment before pulling back and looking down like that wasn't supposed to happen when their lips parted.  She had him right where she wanted him.  She didn't work to raise his level of desire any more.  No, she knew better than that.  So she would let it linger, allow him to feel whatever he was supposed to feel without trying to shut down any force trying to oppose her.  If she didn't want him to know she had ever used her powers on him, she had to let him make this choice with as little of a nudge as she could get away with.<br/><br/>When he asked about what friends were supposed to do, she nodded and looked up into his eyes.  Her body slid off his desk to stand pressed against his own.  Her hands slipped behind her back to rest where she had just been sitting and she smiled softly at him.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"I--"</span></span>She started, cutting herself off and biting her bottom lip for a moment before her eyes returned to his.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"I think your making a mistake, Aries."</span></span>Her voice sounded little more than a whisper and as soon as she said it, she turned her head away, looking down at the corner of his desk.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have said that."</span></span>She said before looking back at him, her eyes soft as if she was attempting to apologize for a horrible mistake.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"I know it's your life and not any of my business...  I just--  I just think you could do so much better."</span></span><br/><br/>Looking away again, she hesitated as if wondering whether or not she should say what was on her mind.  Without looking at him, she muttered only barely loud enough for him to hear.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"I think I would be so much better."</span></span>As if saying that had broken down a barrier that was keeping everything else in side, she moved back towards the desk, pulling her body away from his as her mouth ran faster than her mind could keep up with it.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"I know.  I know.  It's stupid.  I never should have said that.  I mean look at me.  I'm the poster girl for bad choices.  The poster girl for bad relationships."</span></span>Slowing down, she made it a point to look him in the eyes again, a glimmer of hope shining in her chocolate-colored eyes.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"I'm sorry it's just.  If I was in her shoes, I'd never want to let you go.  I wouldn't be hiding you away to keep my options open.  I would want everyone to know.  I would want to scream it from the rooftops so everyone knew how I feel about you."</span></span><br/><br/>Slowing her words even more, she reached her hand without the lollipop up as if she was going to touch him but then pulled away.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"I know you probably couldn't trust me any more than you can trust her.  I have made a lot of mistakes.  Too many mistakes.  But that's how you know I wouldn't be keeping my options open.  That's how you know I wouldn't see you as a plaything or be looking for the next better option.  I've experienced enough to know there isn't a next better option.  I'm ready for something so much more than that..."</span></span>By this point, she was looking down into her lap again, twirling the lollipop between her fingers, her eyes fixed on the way the red circle spun.