<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Corey_Gryff_2.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14005990#msg14005990)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Gryffindor pajamas and a robe<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Half-Blood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Thunderbird Feather, 10 inches<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor - Second<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Late evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gryffindor Common Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Fire and thoughts<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Grace<br/><hr/>It was probably for the best that Grace broke off their kissing, Corey might think someday far into the future, because when that soft whimper broke the air between them, Corey’s mostly-on-autopilot body was already starting to lean up further, ready to press Grace back onto the couch and climb above her and…<br/><br/>Gasping for air as their lips separated, or at least just enough for speech, Corey’s eyes fluttered open at her words.  “Um...er….yeah, right.   I mean, nothing to go all on about at all here…” Corey whispered, his thudding heart telling him a completely different story than his brain, and his lower regions ignoring both of the aforementioned as it wondered what was going on underneath that onesie.<br/><br/>Releasing his death grip on her soft white sleepwear, Corey let his hands drop further, seemingly of their own accord landing on the swell of Grace’s hips.  “And if, um, this seems like no big deal…” He went on, purposely choosing to use Grace’s own words, “then I am sure we’ll find the rest isn’t really either..”<br/><br/>That being said, and before Grace could comment too much on his reminder of their tentative plan to try it ALL out, Corey tightened his arms, pulling Grace in closer for another kiss.<br/>