<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=7075.msg244104#msg244104">Quote from: Midnite on 02-09-2006, 19:51:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(from the library)<br/><br/>Hobbes stepped from the library to the entrance of the fourth floor corridor just down the hall from the prefects' bathrooms. He ushered Kait along beside him, hoping that none of the prefects were around just now.  "This is it," he said. "We should be able to find a quiet spot to, um, talk here."<br/><br/>He couldn't help but notice the way her skirts had bounced as he led her down the hall. Such luscious legs. He wished his hands could trail all the way up them. But he didn't want to get ahead of himself. Maybe if they could find a windowsill to sit on, he could at least still a few more glances at her legs.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>She had come along pliantly enough, though her hands unfolded from her back shortly after he began leading her along, one arm crossing behind him and letting her hand settle just above his hip. It was a friendly gesture, and the cloth seperating her hand from flesh rather prevented her from enjoying the sensation too much.  But none the less they were free of the more public atmosphere of the library, and she relaxed almost visibly. She moved with a kind of liquid grace, what you would expect from one of the fae folk perhaps, but nothing human should move like that.. then again she wasn't. She's of course, a witch.. and to her that makes all the difference.<br/><br/>She liked the way he was stumbling on his words, trying to play casual at something that wasn't quite as innocent as it looked.  When he stopped in that corridor, she leaned softly into the wall, her hand sliding across his back and winding up on the opposite hip as she did so.   "<em> 'what 'ave ye been making of the clues?"</em>maybe she was just good at keeping up pretenses.. the pupils of that silver orbs had expanded slightly, making the darkness of them more pronounced as slid her fingertips back and forth idly over the fabric of his robe.