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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 00:52:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">DINNER AT THE BLACKWOOD HOUSE</span></span><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i982.photobucket.com/albums/ae306/ameliacasey/chord.jpg?t=1332797767)</td><td>(http://i982.photobucket.com/albums/ae306/ameliacasey/orig-20113071.jpg?t=1332797544)</td><td>(http://i982.photobucket.com/albums/ae306/ameliacasey/tumblr_lmmo09cC271ql6t5mo1_500.jpg?t=1332797633)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The House</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i982.photobucket.com/albums/ae306/ameliacasey/BWhouse/bw-house-0.jpg)</td><td>(http://i982.photobucket.com/albums/ae306/ameliacasey/BWhouse/bw-house-5.jpg)</td><td>(http://i982.photobucket.com/albums/ae306/ameliacasey/BWhouse/bw-house-2.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td>(http://i982.photobucket.com/albums/ae306/ameliacasey/BWhouse/bw-house-3.jpg)</td><td>(http://i982.photobucket.com/albums/ae306/ameliacasey/BWhouse/bw-house-4.jpg)</td><td>(http://i982.photobucket.com/albums/ae306/ameliacasey/BWhouse/bw-house-1.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Thriple (Elia, Thayet &amp; Amelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 02:18:35</strong>
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				Kris strutted around the kitchen with her wand and an apron, witch cooking like nobody's business. She was expecting company. Ohh yes she was expecting two of the hottest guys in school and she'd promised them a feast! Her mornings had been spent in the kitchens at school or in this house, technically her brother's house but she had her own room and a key so... <br><br>Dan had been away for the entire day and wouldn't be home until after a couple of nights at least. He was off on some weird muggle fishing venture. Merlin knew where. The main thing was, she had the house to herself. She'd owled Dom to stay away for tonight, and James she really didn't need to worry about coz well, he didn't stay at the house at all. So with her brothers out of the way, she had the house and let's just say it was a good thing her mum had insisted on a house elf for them here because without the little grumpy bugger the entire kitchen would have been a mess. But! The result was cooking nicely and some of it already on the counters. She um, had made a little too much it seemed. But who could decide whether to do chicken or salmon or beef or lamb or... <br><br><em>Oh hell</em>, she thought and snickered as she looked around at all the dishes and containers. Good news was, she would have two large young men over for dinner and her brothers could eat like horses so the left overs really wouldn't be a problem... And this was fun! She couldn't believe she'd never done this before. <br><br>And meanwhile, while dishes cooked and simmered on the stove, her head was filled with delicious thoughts of a Seymore and coming up with all kinds of idea on how to get him and his gorgeous friend in the pool. Surely they'd feel like a lazy lounging in the water later? Mmm she hoped so anyway, that image would last her a lifetime. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Thriple (Elia, Thayet &amp; Amelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thayet</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 02:45:56</strong>
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				Demitri was skeptical of this new interest of Brad's - partially because she was a girl, and partially because it meant Dem couldn't have fun with the guy anymore. But. Brad was a good friend and Dem wasn't about to ruin anything. He was surprised to be invited over for food, though, because... well, the house was empty and it was just the three of them. He'd kind of assumed if something like that happened, they'd want the house to themselves. Unless, of course, that had already happened. Or it was happening as he made his way over - oh, <em>gods</em>, so not what he wanted to think about as he approached her house! Not as though that would stop Demitri from heading over, because... dude. Food. You could get Dem to do some back flips and jump through a hoop if it meant free food! And a home-cooked meal, at that. Brad's girl had a few points in his book, already - just a few.<br><br>What was her name again? He knew the last name well, having heard it for a couple years, but for some reason first names never really stuck with Dem. Not unless someone caught his attention, like Sel did. He was sure when he saw her, he'd remember at least a letter. And, if Dem were being <em>completely</em> honest with himself, he'd admit that he was a little bitter over her taking Brad's attention - but not for any kind of attachment beyond "friend" on Dem's part. Even if he was delicious. And altogether too attractive to be allowed by the gods to live among mortals.<br><br>Reaching her doorstep, Dem put his ear to the wood and held his breath as he listened, now paranoid that he would walk in on their private time or intrude upon it in some other way. He may not know if he liked this girl, but he wasn't about to plop down right in between them like a brick wall. The promise of food wasn't going to deter him from coming, though, so whether or not Dem thought they ought to put this time to better use, he couldn't think of much that he'd rather be doing than eating free food. His stomach rumbled low, and with one hand flat against it as though that would silence the monstrous black hole, Dem rapped his knuckles, announcing his presence. 
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 03:12:00</strong>
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				Kris was in the middle of stirring a weirdly purple colored sauce she was pretty sure was not supposed to be that color when she heard the door. She perked up, wiped her hands on the little apron and padded barefoot to answer it. She had a big smile on her face as she swung the door open and it only faltered a teeny bit when it wasn't Brad but his mate. None of her almost giddy happy faded though, and she beamed him a smile and gestured him to come in. <strong>"Hi Dem, come on in,"</strong> she said, remembering his name from countless mentions in the common room and dorms. Girls talked about the hotties, of course they did. It was sometimes funny to her, sometimes terrible and sometimes it made her all smug and cocky. How could it not, when they were gasping and giggling about boys like Fender and Anton, both good friends of hers, or Brad... And cue the cocky part. Because she could, although she didn't, tell them interesting tidbits about that hunk of a Gryffindor. <br><br>Dem she didn't know at all, though. Which was kind of strange since he was totally hot and in her house and how she had not ended up flirting with him at some point was a mystery. Maybe he didn't socialize much, she wondered and closed the door behind him. But by Merlin... One would think she was used to tall, broad men, seeing how her brothers looked. But no... She never quite got used to it. So damn delicious and she could ogle him all she wanted because currently they were alone in the house. She wouldn't go all clingy-little-cheerleader on him, that wasn't her style. But the girl did appreciate good looks and a perfectly proportioned body. <br><br><strong>"So!"</strong> She announced to swat those thoughts out of the way, pointing at the kitchen.<strong> "I'm just... Making food, so... Wanna come and grab a drink and keep me company?"</strong> She grinned and strolled into the kitchen, then reached into a cupboard for a bottle of Dan's firewhiskey. <strong>"One for me,"</strong> she chanted and poured into a glass, and then tilted up the bottle. <strong>"You want some?"</strong> What was the use of having the house to herself if she didn't have her own little mini party? 
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				Post by: <strong>Thayet</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 04:26:48</strong>
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				The fact that Kris opened the door blew Dem's previous suspicions out of the water, for which he was glad. Though... not entirely. If Brad was there, at least he wouldn't feel strange for being in this girl's house. He hardly knew her - heck, he couldn't even remember if he'd said anything to her. Though once he saw her face, he realized she was in his ancient runes class the previous term. Or she was in there once and never went back, anyway. He kind of wanted to ask about that, but as soon as he was about to open his mouth to blurt it out, the sweet scent of delicious food wafted right in front of his nose and a wide half-grin split his face in merriment. <br><br>He stepped over the threshold as invited, the lost half of his smile finally finding its way into his features and he took a deep breath, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Honestly her words sort of met his ears and sort of floated past, so absorbed in the scent of food, he was. <strong>"Smells great,"</strong> he mused a little distantly, yet sincerely, watching as she left for the kitchen. And <em>wow</em>! If he couldn't approve this girl in terms of personality for Brad, he <em>certainly</em> could approve her in terms of looks! Straight-A, right there, she was.<br><br>Walking forward before he really knew what he was doing, Dem leaned against the wall trying to stay out of her way of the kitchen, and... oh, all the <em>food</em>! It was one thing to smell it. Another thing to <em>see</em> it - his mouth watered and his grin appeared again. Drawn back down to earth by her question, he stared at her for a few seconds wondering what she was offering. <em>'Food? Yes, yes, yes yesyesyesyes... Oh. Firewhiskey. Equally good.'</em> Nodding, grin still in place (though a little more dim for the lack of food in his hand), he forced his eyes not to stray and lust for the plates surrounding him. <strong>"Yes. Please."</strong><br><br>He could wait. He so totally could wait for dinner, even though the food was all right in front of him, and he could totally sneak into its mass and sneak a taste. Or two. Or, you know, five or six. He completely forgot about the firewhiskey and pushed himself away from the wall, sliding his hands out of his pockets and crossing to the other side of the room. What could he munch on without her noticing...? His eyes scanned the plates, completely mindless of whether or not she was watching, and he licked his lips with want for the food as he stared at them like he hadn't eaten in weeks.
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 05:01:38</strong>
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				She chuckled as she couldn't help but notice how he looked at all the food. Another glass was poured and she tiptoed over to where he'd moved, half wondering if she should have put some heels on because she was rather little next to him. <strong>"Here you go," </strong>she said and handed him the glass, bumping a hip into his if he didn't notice her right away. Wouldn't blame him on that one, given how delicious the stew in front of him smelled and the little rolled up chicken fajitas had worked out wonderfully, looked delicious. Then there was the plate of potatoes, coated in caramelized sugar, and the strawberry salad, and this was all just on the counter corner where he stood. Man. How much had she cooked?!<br><br>She picked up one of the little fajitas and held it up in front of him with a cheeky grin. <strong>"Those are yummy, I'd start with them."</strong> She winked and waited for him to take the rolled up goody, and then gestured around. <strong>"I um, went a little overboard. So... You can just have at it if you like."</strong> She giggled and pointed at a closed container on the kitchen island. <strong>"I'd stay away from that one though, the recipe said something about frogs so that was kinda yucky so I skipped them, but then I saw it was chocolate frogs and added them in, but um..."</strong> She'd moved over to the container while she rambled on and now lifted the lid carefully, just enough for a chocolate frog to jump out of there and land on her chest with accompanying splatter of rich, aromatic sauce. <strong>"...I sort of forgot to chop them so they're hopping around in there..."</strong> A small snort of a laugh escaped and she wiped most of the sauce off her top, eying the candy that had skipped on to the floor. Well at least most of the sauce had stayed behind on her clothes! <br><br><strong>"You're what, a fifth year yeah?"</strong> She asked to make conversation while turning back to the purple sauce. <strong>"Do Quidditch?"</strong> Always a safe topic. Most either played or watched the sport, or in the very least appreciated looking at the players. 
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				Post by: <strong>Thayet</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 05:25:01</strong>
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				Ooooh but the gods were smiling down on him this day... He was about to dip his finger into the stew when Kris was very much next to him, bumping him with her hip and offering him a glass. <em>'Well if I must,'</em> he thought sarcastically, taking the cup gratefully and murmuring a quick thanks before sipping at the liquid. It provided a momentary distraction from his gluttony, though his eyes were soon locked on the rolled food she brandished in her hand like some kind of food voodoo goddess! His eyes went a little crossed as he stared at it, his mouth cracking open ever so slightly and a hand reaching up slowly to accept the offered food. Dem took a bite and closed his eyes, savoring the taste, trying to listen to her but half unable to. <br><br>By. The. Gods. If she hadn't been on his good list before, she certainly was now! Anyone who cooked this well, house elf or wizard, deserved to be on his good list. He cracked his lids open, now completely receptive to what Kris was saying and even smiling like he meant it in between glorious, delicious bites. The fajita lingered on his tongue like a loving, passionate kiss replaying over and over in his memory, and as his eyes wandered over all the other treats, listening to the Blackwood girl, he licked his fingers clean. <br><br>As soon as she mentioned frogs, though, Dem froze and pulled his finger out of his mouth. In the heat of his miniature-freak-out, he shut his ears off as she elaborated about the chocolate frogs, and stared behind him at the plate of fajitas, now with one spot conveniently missing. Frogs - she'd said <em>frogs</em>! Suddenly the thought of frog juice in the food, or fly wings in the bread, or lady bugs in the strawberries pushed into his mind, forcing a shiver down his spine. The shiver only increased in strength when he returned her gaze to Kris and found her wiping sauce off her shirt. What was that, then? Alligator spit? But it tasted so <em>good</em>! <strong>"Yeah, fifth year. I - no, Quidditch, no. But. Yeah, so, uh... What, exactly, is in those rolly food things?"</strong> He glanced over his shoulder again toward the plate, now very skeptical of every last food item in the kitchen.
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 05:53:01</strong>
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				She nodded at his reply and moved the pot with the purple sauce aside, tapped her wand in the air over the next one to charm up a little stirring whirl. The odd sentence he gave her made her look up and she quirked a brow. <strong>"Oh you know... The usual... Small kittens, dog tails, rat whiskers..."</strong> She grinned and curled her nose at him, obviously teasing. <strong>"You're worried I'm poisoning you?"</strong> She asked and placed a hand on her hip, still grinning. A glint of mischief entered her pale green eyes as she gave him a brief once over, and not subtle about it either. <strong>"I don't usually try to kill things I like looking at."</strong><br><br>So there it was, the flirt the tease the normal Kris. And man it felt good. Not only that, it seemed to be how things worked lately. Maybe her down-in-the-dumps days were over and done with. Maybe it was time for all the good things to happen. Like, gorgeous men in her kitchen. Even if they thought she was poisoning them. And at that thought she felt the grin widen just a little bit. <strong>"So anyway, why don't I seen you around more? I feel all special having you around after all the whispers in the girls' dorms. You're quite a popular topic." </strong>She had turned back to the new pot, a lovely seafood soup that filled the kitchen with a sweet aroma, but spared him a glance and a cheeky little grin, but then it dropped when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. <strong>"Can you catch it for me? The chocolate?"</strong> She asked and gestured towards the frog on the floor. She'd end up stepping on it otherwise and that just... yeah. Ew.
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				Post by: <strong>Thayet</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 06:34:09</strong>
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				Dem's eyes widened at her answer, stuffing his hands in his pockets and determined not to eat anything on the table again. But her grin and curling nose seemed to be the language of sarcasm, and at her question he shifted from foot to foot. <strong>"Just... frogs. I guess."</strong> He couldn't help but laugh at her saucy little hand on her hip and her smug little grin, the mischief in her eyes. He straightened up under her scrutiny, lifting his chin just slightly and quirking a brow at her comment. He was trying so very hard not to rack his eyes over her form out of respect for his friend, but that was proving difficult as she was so very obviously flirting. <br><br>Caught by surprise, Dem took a small step back and found himself leaning against the counter. <strong>"Whispers? About me?"</strong> So much for a low profile, eh? Up until this year, no one was talking about him and that was just the way he liked it. Freeing one hand for his pocket, he rubbed his arm - something he always seemed to do when he was a little uneasy, yet also slightly proud and trying not to show it. Her back was to him then, and she was cooking again - without frogs, he hoped, though honestly now that his freak-out had run its course, he might eat another, anyway. <br><br>His gaze locked on the chocolate frog just as it bounced out of the kitchen. <strong>"Uh, yeah,"</strong> he murmured, turning to grab another fajita before he left the kitchen. Dem chased it into Kris's living room, bent over himself and hands stretched toward the ground trying to pick it up, and touching it every now and then but never quite grasping it. The frog jumped onto her couch, and a wicked smile curled Dem's lips as he launched himself onto its plush surface and victoriously grasped the frog in one strong hand. <strong>"Ha!"</strong> he cried out victorious, and proceeded to munch on the frog's head, sitting sideways on the couch.
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				Post by: <strong>MiNxy</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 06:45:06</strong>
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				So what was on the agenda today? An oddly intriguing sort of a day to say the very least. To be entirely honest, Brad was a little concerned. Well, maybe more than a little. Oh fine, he was having a damn panick attack at the mere thought of what he was about to walk into. And given Brad's usual relaxed and nonchalant demeanor, this was new territory for him. When he had initially been told Kris was going to have the house all to herself, his mind went nowhere appropriate. He could think of a million and one things he wanted to do with the girl, hell <em>to</em> the girl, without the leering eyes of the domineering Blackwood men scurrying about the house. But, Kris had alternative plans for them. When she first approached the boys about it, he was rather taken aback that she had chosen to invite somebody else along for what could have been an epic sort of parentless evening. What did he know? Maybe that little fling in the commons was just a one time thing. His expression fell a bit as a random bought of self doubt leaked in dangerously. No, that couldn't be it, that day had been . . . beyond words really. Though, that bit of shock over being cast aside for a group dinner, was nothing in comparison to the tightening in the very pit of his stomach the moment the words left her lips in Dem's presence. Throngs of Gryffindor boys with endless pits for stomachs rampaging throughout the castle halls, and his devilish little vixen has to go and invite the one guy he happened to have slept with. The only thing he could be grateful for at this point, was that she hadn't walked in on something more hot and heavy than the two of them having a simple conversation over the finer aspects of the girls roaming the halls. Though, he had long since stopped the midnight romps with Dembod once Kris and himself had become more of an item. He just wasn't the kind of guy to go sneaking around like that. But, having a normal conversation with the piece of eye candy that was Dem himself had become more than just a challenge, in fact, it was almost torture. <br><br>Rounding the corner onto Kris' street, he surveyed the house and grimaced. He paused for a moment to try and reassure himself that Dem wasn't about to go blabbing to Kris about their previous run-ins, and that there was just no reason in Merlin for her to go asking. With those thoughts in mind, he took a deep, steadying breath and meandered up to the front door without pausing to knock. Door swinging wide with an almost ominous creak, he was immediately bombarded with what he could only describe as the best damn combination of tantalizing scents he had ever had the pleasure of inhaling. His mouth immediately began to water, followed by trailing his tongue lightly over the voluptuous forms that were his oversized lips in intense anticipation for the feast that Kris had promised to prepare. He couldn't quite see into the kitchen from where he stood, but a soft trickle of voices did echo towards his immense form as he strained to catch a glimpse of the conversation before he entered. He was fairly sure that Kris and Dem didn't really know one another, not that he hadn't considered that a plus when it came to people he canoodled with. But it was important to him that they at least get along, given that they were about to spend what he could only assume, would be a very tension filled evening, fraught with stolen glances and carefully constructed words. But, the trickle of voices seemed jovial enough, and he swore he even heard a bit of a teasing manner to the way Kris spoke, though he couldn't decipher the exact words. God that girl was sexy, even in just her tone. So between getting to catch another glimpse of a Dembod, and the lure of her voice alone, he left the uncomfortable and uncertain solitude behind him and turned into the kitchen with a nervous smirk lighting up his features. <br><br>He was almost relieved to see them with their backs to him, as it gave him time to glance them both over without the worry of getting caught with roving eyes. Both absolute pictures of perfection even in their stillness, he almost let out a satisfied sigh, but held it back before his silent entrance was ruined. Dem being the closest, he crept up stealthily in his usual castle mischief manner, and placed his hands on his shoulders. Giving them a slight squeeze and letting them linger a little as they fell off of his sculpted form, he stepped away before the more than friendly touch could be spotted. <strong>"Hey Dem, glad you could join us."</strong> Taking a quick look at the near hoarding level of food that Kris had slaved over, he couldn't suppress the snort of a laugh rising rapidly at the almost comical sight. <strong>"Because apparently, this little cutie robbed the whole of the castle's pantries before she began this little cooking spree."</strong> As he spoke, he wandered up behind Kris in turn and wrapped his arms around her midsection, nestling his hands into the soft skin of her abdomen, before placing a tender kiss on her neck. <strong>"Hey, you."</strong> The contact alone was enough to make him forget they had company, but he cleared his throat as he recalled vividly who <em>exactly</em> that company was, and stepped away from her. Finding what he assumed to be the only free counter space there was left in the whole of the kitchen, Brad hopped up swiftly and took a seat alternating glances between the two of them. He had a feeling that the eye flickering would be hard to conceal, so instead he grabbed at a tasty looking morsel and popped it into his mouth to silence whatever stupid words might come flying out without his permission. But damn if it wasn't just heavenly, and as a result he let out a satisfied little moan, <strong>"Mmmmm."</strong><br><br><br>***Dempost to be edited once approved, as Thayet dunced, though is still luffled to pieces &lt;3 to include Dem having returned from his frog catching and munching escapades to the kitchen to resume his playful banter with the darling Kris***
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Thriple (Elia, Thayet &amp; Amelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 15:46:13</strong>
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				Kris chuckled at Dem's surprise over being whispered about. She thought he'd have known as much. Didn't girls swarm around him like the other hotties? If not, then there was either something seriously wrong about Hogwarts girls, or he was not as good as he looked. Maybe he had an attitude problem or something... But as far as she could tell, all that was off about him was that he seemed uncomfortable and that could hardly count as a flaw. She knew she could be a bit... much, sometimes. But ah well. Worst case scenario he'd not talk to her once Brad was here and she'd play nice and not push him. They were mates after all, so he'd probably be more comfortable when Brad arrived. <br><strong><br>"Yeah, you know..."</strong> she said loud enough for it to reach the boy as he chased the candy out of the kitchen. <strong><em>"Merlin's grace, did you see Dem today in class? I wonder who he's taking to Jeanny's birthday party? Does he have a girlfriend? Ohmygod I saw him scratch his tummy and ohmygod abs!"</em></strong> Kris copied a conversation from the other day with matching boy-crazed enthusiasm and gasps, then laughed by the end of it and leaned backwards to see out to the hall where he was headed back. One of the things that came with being best friends with boys was the complete lack of those kinds of conversations. Talking about boys, sure. Gasping and giggling about them in the common room? Not so much. <br><br>She grinned at him when he came back and sat down, turned to the cooking and had only been facing the stove for all of a minute when she heard Brad's voice behind her. She blushed a little at his choice of words though they probably meant nothing. <em>Glad you could join us</em>, he said to his mate like the two of them were... Well, were they now? An item? Things had been said the other day but she didn't just want to assume that he wanted to follow up on them. Maybe it had just been a way to get her to where he then <em>oh so</em> got her. But as she thought it, he poked fun at her for all the food and then soothed her moment of doubt by wrapping her in those big arms of his and bring his lips to her skin in a way that had her instantly melting and wanting to forget all about food and company and just give him a house tour, starting with and never leaving the bedroom. <strong>"Hey,"</strong> she murmured and then he thankfully pulled away before she completely lost her cool. <strong>"If you want a drink there's a glass in the cupboard behind you,"</strong> she told him as he propped himself up on the counter where she'd left a clear path so she'd be able to reach for glasses and Dan's booze without dipping her clothes into food. <br><br>Kris was blissfully unaware of any hot and heavy happenings between the two boys and so she had no reason to tiptoe around the display of her own attraction to the blond, big lipped charmer. She beamed him a smile, eyes lit up at his mere presence but let's not tell her that... <strong>"I think we should just dig in. There are plates on the table. Grab one and..."</strong> She gestured around her and then gave a small exasperated sound as she wondered how she was going to tell them what was what. <strong>"Nothing is poisoned,"</strong> she said and winked at Dem, fingers slipping onto Brad's thigh and running smoothly up the clothed muscle in an idle and somehow familiar manner. She didn't even realize she had until the physical memory kicked in and gave her a solid drumbeat where her heart had been peacefully tick-tocking. She licked her lips and glanced up at him, then cleared her throat and pulled away. <strong>"...Everything is absolutely delicious."</strong> A cheeky grin, some swag in the way she poised her hip, and a whole lot of excitement building in those green eyes at the idea of seeing their reaction to the various tastes and blends. The girl didn't waste any time and strolled over to get her own plate, and began piling small portions of different kinds of foods on it, happy like a kid in a candy store for... more than one reason. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Thriple (Elia, Thayet &amp; Amelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thayet</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 18:08:57</strong>
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				Her voice followed Dem out of the kitchen, and after nibbling the frog out of existence he pushed himself up and walked like he had purpose back to the kitchen. The taste of the chocolate frog lingered just as the taste of the fajita had, Dem's tongue happily flicking around his mouth to revel in and catch every last bit, a very happy and very satisfied sixteen-year-old. He half-sank, half-plopped into a chair, wriggling his shoulders to loosen them some. <strong>"Yeah, sure, I... guess I know,"</strong> he said, rather unsure and scratching the back of his neck while wishing he could erase this newfound knowledge from his immediate memory-bank. The most he knew about girls was that he wasn't fond of them very often - unless, like this very wise one who probably talked to Brad about his love of food, they fed him. And oooooh boy, was this chick feeding him, or <em>what</em>! <strong>"Or I do now, anyway,"</strong> he murmured, letting his hand fall and making a mental note to never scratch his stomach in public again. And if only he could avoid class - how wonderful <em>that</em> would be.<br><br>Frowning slightly, Dem ran the name she tossed out through his head, racking his brain for any face that might match. <strong>"Who's Jeanny?"</strong> It was partially for his genuine curiosity and partially for his needing to get the topic of conversation off of himself. Then a pair of strong hands were on his shoulders and he tensed, eyes flicking and head jerking up to see Brad behind him, and he relaxed knowing it wasn't some overprotective man in the house or something of the sort. The feeling of the boy's hands lingered, causing Dem to quirk a brow and glance down at where his hands had been, half wishing they'd stayed there in a less ghostly, presently nonphysical form. He watched the two interact, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he stood to snag yet a third fajita, and one of those delectable strawberries from the adjacent bowl. <strong>"She isn't lying when she says nothing's poisoned,"</strong> Dem chirped in, half as an attempt to ignore Brad's appreciative sound, <strong>"but there's frog juice in the fajitas."</strong> He wagged it in Brad's direction, waggling his eyebrows before taking a large bite out of the thing. <br><br>Then sweet Merlin, she was grabbing a plate! Following her, Dem snagged one for himself and plopped the rest of his uneaten fajita on its surface, starting on the opposite side so he wouldn't have to wait for her to grab her food. He wasn't terribly mindful of how much of each item he'd be able to eat; if something looked good (and it <em>all</em> looked good - except for that purple stuff), he piled a portion about the size of his loose fist on the plate, finding soon that he'd need two or three plates to get a good "sample" of everything Kris had to offer. That was about when he realized he <em>still</em> didn't know her name, and that he had been hoping Brad might let it slip when he got there. He supposed he ought not hold his breath, but he felt a little silly and figured, from here no out, he'd at least make a small effort to remember names. <strong>"So where are those legendary pancakes?"</strong> he mumbled, glancing about for those things Brad talked about to fill the last remaining bit of his quickly covered plate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Thriple (Elia, Thayet &amp; Amelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiNxy</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 21:46:03</strong>
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				Taking his cue from the ladle wielding cutie, Brad reached back into the cupboard just behind him as he swallowed his food noisily, and snagged a rather formidable looking glass from the cupboard. There were of course, smaller beverage containing options at his disposal, but he was a beast. And let's face it, he knew that a tiny portion of liquor wasn't going to be near enough to get him relaxed and comfortable, in order to deal with whatever may or may not go down during this particular rendezvous. As he maneuvered sideways to snag a random bottle of Firewhisky, he nearly spilled the amber liquid all over the counter when Dem made some odd comment about Frog goo. <strong>"What?!?"</strong> he asked almost incredulously, before taking a quick swig of the now brimming tumbler, and letting his eyes slide closed at the sensation. It was warm, but simply not temperature wise. It soothed and burned simultaneously as it trickled down the length of his throat, and a brief tingle began to overcome every inch of tissue it grazed. Quirking a brow at the glass, he smirked a bit and proceeded to down another hefty gulp. The sensation was quite distracting, though not nearly as much as Kris' hand on his thigh. Even just that light of a graze was enough to cause him to set down the glass shakily and attempt to control the rampant flow of hormones that both her and Dem's presence always seemed to unleash. He had no idea what it was about these two that had bewitched him so. Brad had spent his entire life being followed around the castle by squealing fan girlies and boyos, and not once did he ever take a second glance at the majority of them. Sure he'd snogged a fair share, but nothing really more in depth than that. So, why was it, after all of those years, that now he was cursed with two equally attractive options in the same room at the same time. Perhaps it would seem to an outsider that he was whining about what appeared to be a situation of great fortune, but all he could seem to think was that it was going to end in someone slapping him and taking their goodies away with them. And he was <em>not</em> about to let that happen, so he firmly and resolutely kept his big mouth shut. No way in hell was he going to be the one to break that earth shattering ice. <br><br>Thankfully, Kris' touch was brief and before long she gave him a reprieve from his overactive libido by assembling a rather large plate of food for herself. For the first time in his life though, Brad just wasn't hungry. Go figure. He spent 16 hours a day roughly, trying to hoard or steal anything and everything that would sate his endless hunger, and now he had a feast spread before him and nothing. He had some inkling that his lack of appetite was probably due to the nervous knot that was being wound endlessly in his abdomen. Writhing and tormenting him with every twisting pass. But, <em>not</em> eating would draw far too much attention to his current preoccupation, so he filled his plate with mountains of delicacies same as the others. But instead spent more time focusing on the soothing amber liquid getting infinitely lower by the minute as he almost chugged its contents away. From what few items he did sample though, he couldn't deny the girl had skills. He'd have to make it a priority to sample her cooking when he wasn't spending a great deal of his time trying not to let his eyes roam over the way Dem's lips kept suckling at every bit of food he put in his mouth. It didn't help much that their first meeting was over sticky mallow treats that did nothing <em>but</em> highlight that supple grin of his. And the fact that no matter how much he tried to forget, that he could still taste mallow remnants whenever he thought of his lips crushing against Dem's.<br><br>Tipping the last bit of the firewhisky into his mouth, he turned his gaze to Kris instead, daintily nibbling at her own food, before pouring himself another glass. Another weighty distraction in and of herself, the way those voluptuous curves called to him, he let his eyes linger longer than necessary. <em>That</em> he could do without the worry of getting caught. Though, he did attempt to keep it to a less than lewd level, as he wasn't exactly sure how fond Dem was of Brad's new fixation. A few more tenative sips, and the liquor had begun to work its magic. With the lack of proper nutrition to absorb its fiery tendrils, his system was taking it all in rather quickly, and he could definitely feel a pull on his sense of balance. Only a minor one, but enough to cause a very relaxed and cheeky smile to slip onto his facial expressions. He laughed lightly at the pancake comment and hopped off the counter, having to steady himself a little bit before making his way over to Kris and putting his hands on her hips, to nestle her against him. <strong>"Yes my darling Kris, I do believe pancakes are my new favorite raiding snack."</strong> As he spoke, he brought his lips to her ear almost making the last portion of his sentence a brief whisper, while kissing her lightly. Clearly liquor agreed with the Bradster, and he soon felt his previous worries and anxious thoughts flutter right out his slightly inebriated mind. Trouble was, with those inhibitions went his ability to guard his words, and that was not a factor he had considered when indulging in so much of the tantalizing and forbidden beverage. As he trailed his lips down to her neck, he pulled her even closer, relishing the deep warmth that radiated from her frame before adding a quiet, <strong>"Aside from S'mores of course"</strong> before letting his gaze travel from behind Kris' form to Dem's eyes. There was a definite glint of mischief in his own, as he continued to run his lips along her skin, while keeping a steady eye on Dem's expression. The score was quickly becoming liquor, one, Bradley, zero.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ohh: The Thriple (Elia, Thayet &amp; Amelia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 02:44:40</strong>
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				Kris laughed when Dem announced frog juice in her food but was far too busy piling mashed potatoes with bacon and herbs onto her plate to protest. She half danced from end to end in the kitchen, remembering this or that she wanted to get and naturally it was always a few paces away. Her plate was a mountain after a few moments. The comment about legendary pancakes had her quirking a brow in Brad's direction. So he'd been talking about that. That was a... good sign, yes? Or maybe it just meant he liked pancakes. <strong>"This is dinner, boys, if you want pancakes you gotta..."</strong> she managed to say and put her plate down before Brad moved off the counter and pulled her in, caressed her cheek with more pancake talk. Her blood boiled at the feel of his large hands on her hips and she had to make a conscious effort not to roll her butt into him. <strong>"...stay until breakfast,"</strong> she finished her sentence and then added to clarify, <strong>"the pancakes. Breakfast."</strong> <br><br>She looked up and noticed Brad watching Dem as he mentioned S'mores. She licked the corner of her mouth as she tried to recall what those were but couldn't put a finger on it and most definitely not while he trailed kisses along her neck. <strong>"If you're trying to butter me up to make you a batch you have to do better than that,"</strong> she teased and turned her head to catch his lips for a breath of a second. Then she wiggled free and tossed Dem a wink. <strong>"Sit, eat. You two better have mini orgasms over the food after all the effort I put in it."</strong><br><br>She grabbed the bottle from the counter, filled up her glass and then brought it to the table. She watched the two boys while sitting down and grinned. <strong>"I'd go easy on the whiskey if I were you. It's Dan's and that means it's probably charmed or has been replaced by something home brewed... Last time I got drunk on his booze I ended up in a bedroom down the street."</strong> There was a twinkle of mirth and then she took a bit of food, closed her eyes and made a content sound of approval at the taste. <strong>"This is awesome,"</strong> she announced after swallowing and dipped a finger in some sauce, licked it off and nodded. <strong>"This... with this... and then some of this..."</strong> she picked with her fork at little bits, piling up a nice row of meat and veggies. <br><br><strong>"So, you been friends for a long time?"</strong> A genuine question because she didn't know Bradley very well and Dem she didn't know at all, though she was fairly certain he appreciated food... 
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