Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)
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				Title: <strong>Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 01:02:48</strong>
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				Late in the afternoon of the first day of a week-long autumn break, a lone figure glowered down upon the world from the battlements of the Astronomy Tower...glaring out at the few glimpses of the lake visible through the mist and drizzle, wrapped in a heavy black cloak and being generally miserable.<br><br>Vincent DeWithers was, to his mingled chagrin and relief, going to spend the week more or less by himself, here, at Hogwarts, while his classmates returned to their homes and families.&nbsp; Chagrin, of course, because his presence was hardly voluntary--his parents, his boring, washed-out, dreadfully dull parents--had forgotten that he might need to come home and had gone on vacation to Tahiti.&nbsp; This was not a surprise.&nbsp; Last year they'd gone to Crete.&nbsp; And the year before that, the Riviera.&nbsp; Relief, because now he had the solitude he craved so much!<br><br>Lean, lanky Vincent, he of the unruly black hair and the cold grey eyes shielded by unneeded spectacles, the boy widely known as Vincent the Creepy, hugged himself as a new gust of wind rocked the tower and tried to remember that he wanted to be alone; alone to think, alone to plot and plan and write...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 05:04:24</strong>
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				In a room sleeping at a desk a small, mocha cream colored girl sat with a stack of papers detailing a variety of class work as a pillow.&nbsp; Her thick, dark braid hanged down her shoulder and nearly tickled her knee.&nbsp; An all together small girl, and one who was being watched by a peculiar creature as it flew toward her open window.<br><br>An odd metallic owl let out a tinny, mechanical hoot as it fluttered and dropped a heavy book on the desk to startle and wake the sleeping girl.&nbsp; She jumped and fell backward with a startled cry to land in a heap a few feet behind the desk with a cross look in her eye aimed at the clockwork bird perched on the desk. "Bubo, you horse's ass." The machine-bird merely cocks its head and clawed at the book.&nbsp; Fiona grumbled and pushed herself up and straightened her skirt with a grumble before walking over to the desk to spy on the bird's find. "Oh, right...homework."<br><br>She sighed when the book clicked a memory of her project's due date in her mind.&nbsp; It seemed a little unfair for the professors to assign something over holiday, but who was she to argue?&nbsp; She had time to finish early, even if it was boring and required her partner.&nbsp; Who was that again?&nbsp; Right, Vincent.&nbsp; She didn't mind his as much as others even as he seemed to disdain her presence.&nbsp; Oh well.&nbsp; Just another challenge to overcome.&nbsp; Besides, he was sort of cute in his own way. "Fine fine fine, you flying cog.&nbsp; Go find him.&nbsp; Who knows where he slinks about."<br><br>A hand tucked away the thick braid of dark hair behind her and grabbed her jacket.&nbsp; Might as well head to one of the labs that were hopefully open.&nbsp; Bubo would know where she was, and she just might get a chance to tinker with the umbrella cantrip she was working on.&nbsp; Such a chore to remember the physical thing, and the little trick would occupy her mind for a short while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 05:19:57</strong>
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				His solitude (which any other young man might fancy was 'poetic', or perhaps 'dramatic') was eventually interrupted by a small clockwork owl which fluttered awkwardly to land on a nearby crenellation.&nbsp; Vincent regarded the intricate artificial bird with sudden interest.&nbsp; After a long mutual examination, he turned to face the mechanical directly.<br><br>"Well?"<br><br>Crossing the tower, he came to rest next to it, leaning his elbows on the stone and resting his chin on them.<br><br>"I don't suppose you're likely to admonish me to be cheerful, are you?&nbsp; Failing that, I rather doubt you come bearing messages of great import."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 00:44:25</strong>
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				"Fiona for project." The owl's hoot sounded oddly like her voice.&nbsp; It cocked its head to the side and nodded. "Lab?" Random gears whirred as it fluttered its wings, looking as him with faintly expressive eyes as it awaited an answer.<br><br>Fiona muttered a short word of magic and lit a nearby candle to illuminate her work space.&nbsp; The table was soon covered in notes detailing several minor spells and designs for a few gadgets, and she soon lost track of her first idea or the project itself.&nbsp; Quills scribbled at a few pages at a time while she began drawing up a modification to make Bubo's spring last longer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 00:58:45</strong>
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				Vincent frowned in concentration.<br><br><em>Fiona?&nbsp; Fiona who?&nbsp; What proje...oh.</em><br><br>He shook his head.<br><br>"Forsythe's here as well, is she?&nbsp; I suppose I ought to ask you to lead the way, my mechanical friend, because 'laboratory' is somewhat vague.&nbsp; There are several here, you know?&nbsp; Well, come along."<br><br>Abesently he held out one arm to the clockwork and waited for it to hop on, then headed down the long, long staircase to the main school building.<br><br>"Just as well, I suppose.&nbsp; Fewer chances of blowing anyone else up in the process of convincing her I don't know a gripley three/eighths from an adjustable spanner."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 05:28:09</strong>
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				The owl hopped onto Vincent's arm with a quiet creak of metal.&nbsp; It seemed to be a blessing that it weighed no more than an proper flesh and bone owl despite its nature.&nbsp; Bubo hooted and craned its head down the stairs, which seemed an obvious start.&nbsp; With its occasional squawks and chirps it guided him through the nigh dead hallways and to Fiona's location where she didn't even register his existence until Bubo fluttered off of his arm and landed on her shoulder, which even then only prompted a short nod to the owl.<br><br>"So?&nbsp; Was he around?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 14:46:38</strong>
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				Vincent felt a smirk growing on his face and, strangely enough, let it remain there.&nbsp; He cast a curious eye at the table in search of clues as to the nature of her most recent inspiration.&nbsp; Finding little of immediate worth (although further study would almost certainly prove rewarding in this regard), he studied her back instead.<br><br>"If, by 'he', you mean my person, Forsythe, then I believe the answer is 'yes'.&nbsp; If, however, you were looking for a random Weasley, you must learn to live with disappointment."<br><br>Taking two steps forward and moving slightly to one side so that he entered her peripheral vision, he schooled his face back into bored passivity.<br><br>"Looking to get a headstart on the MIAD assignment, are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 17:51:51</strong>
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				There were far too many random bits of paper to pinpoint the exact thing Fiona was working on.&nbsp; The introduction of a voice startled her a bit, but thankfully not enough to distract her penmanship.&nbsp; She spun in the chair to look up at Vincent with the slightest trace of annoyance at the interruption of her work.&nbsp; A second later, realization and recognition came across her face. "Oh!&nbsp; Hello Vincent.&nbsp; And please, Fiona.&nbsp; And I think the Weasley's are too busy doing...whatever it is they do.&nbsp; Off stopping some evil or another with the whoever the other boy is." She shrugs and flicks her wand to tug another chair over to the table in a silent invitation for him.<br><br>"Hopefully.&nbsp; Less people to bother me now."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 18:10:22</strong>
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				"Potter.&nbsp; The other boy involved is the famous Harry J. Potter, universal punching bag and accidental celebrity," Vincent answered dryly.&nbsp; "And as you insist on being familiar, I suppose I must reciprocate."<br><br>He took the offered seat, leaning back and crossing his legs idly.<br><br>"So...Fiona...how, precisely, might I be of <em>practical</em> assistance to you on this whimsical project we've been granted?"<br><br>Was he mocking her?&nbsp; There was a curious undertone to his voice, dry wit mixed with something harder to discern, as if he said one thing and meant something completely different every time he opened his mouth.&nbsp; Was this normal for him?&nbsp; She'd never spent that much time speaking with the older boy.&nbsp; Nor, as far as she knew, had anyone else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 21:57:50</strong>
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				"Right that one." She turned back to the table and rummaged around the tray papers for a second or two before sliding a particular one toward him. "I found this one after I awoke a few days ago.&nbsp; Looks interesting enough to try!" She grinned at the thought of building whatever the hell it was on the page as she started to organize the desk and stuff the stacks of papers back in her bag.<br><br>"From what I can tell from my notes, the metaphysical logistics of such a...whatever it is will be nigh impossible by mundane standards.&nbsp; We will have to get creative with our enchantments.&nbsp; Material may be an issue as this thing looks large."&nbsp; Fiona pulled a copy of the sheet he had sheet out of a random pile of paper and began to look it over. "You see here where it states the negative flow will have to be directed with no guidance to the other end?&nbsp; I'm not sure how that could work...but it must be possible, right?&nbsp; I mean a simple modified confinement beam attuned to that energy should be able to work, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 22:02:36</strong>
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				Vincent nodded slowly.<br><br>"You <em>do</em> understand that I have absolutely no idea where to begin this?&nbsp; Creativity is not my strong suit."<br><br>He pursed his lips for a moment.<br><br>"Not with something like this, anyway.&nbsp; But so long as you know what needs to be done, I can always lend a hand."<br><br>He turned one page this way and that, looking even more puzzled.<br><br>"Just how large a device is this?"
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				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 22:10:50</strong>
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				Fiona blinked and looked up. "Hm...we might want to find a larger room.&nbsp; Bubo, see if someone in charge is around and if we could use another room for the entirety of this holiday.."&nbsp; The owl gave a small nod and hopped off of her shoulder to stand on the table in front of her.&nbsp; It turned its head and gave her an odd look. "Oh, right...sorry dear." She pulled a key from her pocket and plugged it into the owls back to give it several turns. "There you are!&nbsp; Good as new."&nbsp; She smiled and patted the owl. "Off you go."&nbsp; Bubo have a happy hoot and took off through the school.<br><br>After a moment of collecting her notes she stood with a friendly smile to Vincent. "Well, what -are- you creative with?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 22:16:52</strong>
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				Vincent watched Fiona wind-up her little clockwork familiar dispassionately, his mind turning matters over and over.&nbsp; Finally, he gave a little nod of resignation--this wasn't ideal, but at least now he'd have something to do, and Forsythe was known to be brilliant, if occasionally distracted...<br><br>He almost missed her question, as deep in thought as he was.<br><br>"Hmmm?&nbsp; Oh, I...well, I'm not half bad at intrigue."&nbsp; He managed an apologetic smile.&nbsp; "Not actually doing it, you understand, but...figuring it out.&nbsp; Knowing who's talking to whom and what they've probably promised to get what they want."<br><br>He blushed and looked away.<br><br>"That's probably why I've been partnered with you, in fact.&nbsp; MIAD is not my strong suit."
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				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 22:28:54</strong>
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				Fiona smiled brightly. "Then the next time a project involves mischief, maybe we'll get a chance to work together once more." She grinned with a light blush against her darker skin and shuffled out of the room with her arms full of notebooks. "We may as well find a room and claim if it Bubo's search is fruitful."<br><br>She stood out in the hallway and flipped her long braid off of her shoulder to hang behind her as she watched Vincent with a curious tilt of her head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 22:33:44</strong>
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				He frowned, puzzled, even as he snapped up some of the remaining notes and books.<br><br>"Pardon me, Forsy...<em>Fiona</em>, but you didn't just suggest that we ought to work together...that is, I'm Slytherin.&nbsp; Are you quite sure you wish to risk...?"<br><br>Then he blushed and followed after her, trying not to stare too openly at the girl.<br><br>"That is, while I appreciate the offer...uhm...oh.&nbsp; I see.&nbsp; You are speaking in jest, yes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 22:43:32</strong>
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				She laughed softly and gave him a quizzical look. "Aren't we already working together?&nbsp; I don't know of a reason snakes and ravens can't get along." She nodded down the hallway and started to walk in the general direction of the clockwork owl's flight. "So, would you have any ideas of an expansive workplace inside?&nbsp; I would rather not get caught in a storm.&nbsp; Though it would be a perfect place to try the spell I've been working on!"<br><br>She went back to her inner monologue as she walked down the stone hallway at a quicker pace in thought of how to expand the spell to fit a larger area, or perhaps even a bubble shape instead of a hemisphere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 22:47:17</strong>
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				He lagged behind a little, his eyes dropping to regard the sway of her hips...at least until he caught himself.&nbsp; Shaking his head as if trying to clear it, he sped up to match her pace once more.<br><br>"I'm not quite sure where we could build this, but...perhaps the Room of Requirement?&nbsp; It seems to be sufficiently useful."
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				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 23:09:38</strong>
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				"And...erm..where is that one?" She scratched her head and turned around to face him.&nbsp; Fiona took a moment to stuff the notebooks in her back and pull her jacket off to hang over a shoulder.&nbsp; She blinked as she saw his eyes that were stuck to her hips.&nbsp; She grinned with another light blush. "And yes, it should do nicely.&nbsp; Big and empty and generally lacking expensive things to cause collateral damage to." After a moment of thought, the location clicked in her mind.&nbsp; With a turn and a slightly mischievous grin she began walking again, this time a bit slower to exaggerate the light sashay of her hips.<br><br>She waved her hand down a hallway with a look over her shoulder. "This way, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 23:13:38</strong>
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				"I believe it's wherever we need it to be."<br><br>He paused, frowning deeper.&nbsp; Then he backed up two steps and regarded an eldritch oak portal with a suspicious twitch of one eyebrow.<br><br>"Forsy...<em>Fiona</em>, do you remember a door being here?"<br><br>Then he reached out and put his hand on the knob, pushing it open to reveal a sizeable, empty room with workbenches along the walls.<br><br>"Interesting.&nbsp; Shall we?"<br><br>Not waiting for her, Vincent took two cautious steps into the room beyond.
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				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 20:49:31</strong>
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				She spun about at his hesitation and wandered to the door in question.<br><br>"Ehm...no?&nbsp; Not that I remember." She tilted her head curious as he watched him enter, then shuffled past him at the sight of the benched lining the walls with widening, bright eyes.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; This is absolutely perfect!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 21:18:33</strong>
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				"Of course it is," Vincent said dryly.&nbsp; "It's always perfect for your needs."<br><br>He made a slow inspection of the room, walking around the outer edge and examining the tables...only to stop abruptly upon realizing that the contents of one table included bedding, thick furry blankets, and...<br><br><em>Rope?</em><br><br>A blush bloomed across his features and he quickly moved on to regard another table-ful of tools, quills, ink, spare scrolls, and the like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 22:06:29</strong>
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				Fiona was happily oblivious to the less than school worthy items of said table and practically bounded to the tool laden one.&nbsp; She began to categorize the variety of equipment before her and stepped over to another table full of raw materials needed.<br><br>"Oh my...why couldn't I have found this room when I first arrived?"<br><br>She deposited her notebooks and jacket on a spare stool and leaned over the table to grab at some obscure...whatever it was. "Oh!&nbsp; Look! A relative detection scanner!&nbsp; I didn't know these were available yet..." She blinked and looked up. "It helps to find anomalies in various enchantments and other long term spells."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 22:12:09</strong>
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				"Perhaps you weren't ready for it?"<br><br>Vincent smiles wryly.<br><br>"Or perhaps someone else was using it.&nbsp; Granger, perhaps.&nbsp; For the torment of a certain Weasley..."<br><br>His laugh, while dry and a bit forced, carried no malice at all, merely amusement.<br><br>"Well, while you perform an inventory, I shall perhaps...uhm..."<br><br>Leaning against a bare section of wall, he crossed his arms and allowed his eyes to return to a more pleasurable task--watching her.&nbsp; He found himself blushing yet again, acutely aware that this was the most privacy he'd ever had in the presence of a girl...and altogether unsure of what to do about it.&nbsp; Thus, he left her to her task until she gave him reason to do otherwise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 23:01:58</strong>
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				She chuckled and gave him a mirthful look. "Feh.&nbsp; I've been ready for this for a very long time."<br><br>A second later had her attention back on the table organizing the things needed to build, only halfway paying attention to his comments.<br><br>"Hm?&nbsp; Oh yes, do that." She sat in a stool and began rummaging through her notes again with another flip of her heavy braid.&nbsp; As she sat and rummaged, coupled with her constant shifting to look over the tables, her skirt began to ride up her thigh an inch or two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 00:26:44</strong>
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				Vincent frowned but held his tongue.<br><br><em>Do what, exactly?</em><br><br>But as she didn't seem to mind his merely being here, he wracked his brains to recall anything and everything he could about this girl.&nbsp; This was far less than he should like: she was in Ravenclaw, and a year behind him.&nbsp; She was supposed to be very good at the design, analysis, and construction of magical devices, but could also be somewhat oblivious.<br><br>Like, he observed to himself, right now.&nbsp; So intent on her work that she might not even realize she was flashing her thighs at him!&nbsp; His eyes tracked the flip of her braid, drawn to the smooth, creamy skin of her neck exposed just above her collar.&nbsp; His frown deepened at the distraction...which was not, he had to admit, entirely unwelcome.&nbsp; She was kind of cute...<br><br><em>And she's certainly <span class="bbc_u">nicer</span> than most of the girls in Slytherin.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 01:04:06</strong>
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				Fiona kicked the stool aside and bent at the waist over the table, peering closely at the material. "Yes...this will work nicely." She stepped back and with a wave of her wand, lifted a good portion of the stone-like material from the table and onto the floor.&nbsp; Another flick of her wrist brought the blue print to her hand.<br><br>"Hmm...probably easiest to start at the...thing.&nbsp; What is that?"&nbsp; She peers closer. "The foot?" She gave her head a scratch with the tip of her wand as she thought.&nbsp; Her feet kicked her shoes off and crouched down to the base of the lump to prod at it with a poke of her wand.<br><br>"Thoughts, Vincent?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 01:29:04</strong>
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				Vincent's eyes widened at the sudden, unexpected, but very tempting view of her pert bottom...and became awkardly aware that his body was responding to her presence.<br><br>Thus, when Fiona asked for his thoughts, poor Vincent answered with the first thing that popped into his mind:<br><br>"Nice view."<br><br>And had she been watching his face instead of the blueprints, she would have been rewarded with the sight of his expression changing from schooled boredom to shock, then to humiliation, and then back to impassiveness...all in the space of about ten seconds, during which his brain caught up to his mouth.&nbsp; The effect was probably even somewhat comical.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 01:45:19</strong>
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				"Of what?" Bless her, the poor dear had no clue of her casual movements and the view she offered.&nbsp; She muttered a few words and weaved her wand in quick, intricate movements.&nbsp; A thin beam fell from the tip to engulf a small piece of the stone in a dim, blue glow that very slowly began to expand.&nbsp; She sighed, as it seemed it was slow to the point of nearly impossible to notice.<br><br>She sat back on her heels and looked over her shoulder to him with a slightly apologetic smile. "This might take a bit...I don't quite have the sculpting down yet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 01:54:52</strong>
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				"Take your time," he blushed, unable to bring himself to do the polite and mature thing and look away from her shapely bottom.&nbsp; "I am, of course, at something of a loss.&nbsp; Is there something I might do to help?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 02:11:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhm...nothing, I suppose.&nbsp; We wait until the enchantment takes hold." She pushed herself up and rolled her neck around with a slight wince and soft pop of joints.<br><br>"Ow...Which might take a bit longer than I had hoped."<br><br>Fiona sighed brushed some dirt from her skirt and set her wand on a nearby table. "Vincent, where did the exit go?" She spun a few times and spied a disturbing lack of doors.&nbsp; Then a table stacked with neat coils of ropes and thick blankets. "And...what on earth is that?" She blushed softly and fiddled with the hem of her skirt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 02:16:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What?"<br><br>Vincent looked around and realized that Fiona was right--the exit, such as it was, was gone.<br><br>"Oh.&nbsp; Bother."<br><br>He crossed the room to lay a hand on the wall that had contained their entrance.&nbsp; Reaching out, he patted the stones experimentally.<br><br>"No door.&nbsp; So, I suppose we're...going to be seeing rather a lot of each other for a while," he opined, shaking his head.&nbsp; Turning back to her, he leaned back against the wall and watched her spin.<br><br>"My educated guess is that once we're finished, the door should appear again.&nbsp; As for the ropes...uhm, aren't they necessary for your design?&nbsp; I would have thought that..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 02:20:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What would I use rope and blankets for?" She stepped over to the table and picked up a length of soft, silk rope.&nbsp; Her dark skin does well to hide her blush, but not quite successfully. "I mean...my creation isn't going to need it..." She clears her throat and picks at the collar of her shirt as the room seems to grow slightly warmer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 02:25:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"In that case, those might be..."<br><br>Vincent paused, then slipped out of his heavy cloak and robes, leaving himself in just trousers and untucked white shirt--the growing warmth of the Room registering at last.<br><br>"Those are probably my fault," he blushed.&nbsp; "Either that, or the Room of Requirement has a very dirty sense of humor."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 02:36:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How...how would rope and blanket be your fault?" She blushed as she caught herself looking him up and down a bit and forced her eyes back to the table of rope and bedding, which did little to help a mind that was impossible to stop once it was started.<br><br>"...And why?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 03:03:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, if you didn't need it, then I'm the only person who might possibly be thinking about tying...I mean, uhm..."<br><br>He laughed brittlely and rubbed the back of his neck.<br><br>"I <em>may</em> have been entertaining a few wicked thoughts about certain people when we stepped in here.&nbsp; Either that..."<br><br>He slipped off his spectacles and tucked them into his shirt's breast pocket.<br><br>"Either that or the Room has decided that one of us needs to have a little close companionship."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 03:20:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pressed a hand into one of the thick blankets, entertaining the thought that they were indeed very comfortable.&nbsp; They weren't <em>her</em> idea...were they?<br><br>Her curious hands tugged at the rope. "W-...why would the room think that?&nbsp; I thought it was designed for...I don't know."<br><br>She nibbled on her bottom lip.&nbsp; Was this bloody room getting warmer?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 03:32:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As I said, the Room may have a sense of humor."<br><br>Vincent gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile.<br><br>"In any case, it appears that we're going to be in here together until we complete this project.&nbsp; Or until someone more capable comes looking for us."<br><br>He stretched slowly, trying not to notice the attention she paid to the ropes...and also trying very hard to forget a few recent impulses involving certain other schoolmates, rope, and intimate circumstances.&nbsp; Whatever else Forsythe might be, <em>she</em> wasn't one of the many girls here who had treated him as some kind of villain.<br><br><em>Unless, of course, she'd enjoy it, in which case getting her naked and tying her up might be fun...no, no, bad thoughts!</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 03:56:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Was I thinking it would be a fun idea to be naked and tied up?&nbsp; No, no!&nbsp; Bad thoughts!</em><br><br>"But with us?&nbsp; We don't even know each other!" She coiled the rope around her palm in a worried manner.&nbsp; Thoughts between him and ropes and the following implications battled against ways to escape.<br><br>"What should we do?" The words were more of a mumble as she caught his casual stretch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 04:06:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is that such a bad thing?"<br><br>Slowly, Vincent slid down the wall to sit, legs out in front of him.<br><br>"That is, neither one of us has any pre-existing ideas about the other, right?&nbsp; Nothing that might rule out a closer relationship."<br><br>He gave her another dry smile.<br><br>"Hypothetically speaking, that is."<br><br>His eyes brushed her form again, and his smile grew more genuine and appreciative.<br><br>"Now, as to what we might do about this state of affairs...what would you like to do about it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 04:29:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sets the rope back down and sighs deeply. "Either way...we would need to wait until the spell is finished."&nbsp; Hands habitually fidgets with her skirt and she walks over to slide down the wall a few feet to the left of him.<br><br>"I suppose not."&nbsp; Her legs tucked closer, enough so to fall just behind her knees and returned his smile. "Of course.&nbsp; Hypothetically."<br><br>Thoughts cluttered her mind as she let her head fall back to softly thunk against the wall. "I...really have no idea.&nbsp; If this room is keeping us here, would we really have a way to get out?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 04:33:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not really sure.&nbsp; Oh, we would wait until someone came looking for us, or we could just wait for the Room to let us go."<br><br>He turned to look at her, and blushed when he realized that thanks to their height difference, he could see down the front of her shirt now that her collar was loosened.<br><br>"How long will your spell take, do you think?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 04:45:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As though on cue her hand went up and began to tug at the collar of her shirt in the hopes to get a bit of air flow down her blouse and untucked the shirt from her waist.<br><br>"What would you think would need to be done before the Room gives us a door?"<br><br>She shrugged with a slightly frustrated sigh. "At this rate?&nbsp; Five or more hours.&nbsp; It's moving very slowly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 04:47:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've no idea," Vincent shrugged, his voice growing a bit hoarse.&nbsp; "But five hours isn't too bad, I suppose."<br><br>Then, for no apparently clear reason, he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair away from her brow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 04:51:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a brief moment she leaned into his brushing have before she caught herself and pulled away with a shy blush and bashful, uncondemning smile.<br><br>"Uhm...thank you."<br><br>"I hope it stays at this pace.&nbsp; Once it gets larger is may slow down.&nbsp; And who's to say that that spell is the trigger?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 04:54:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers remain, lingering to brush her cheek and neck.<br><br>"Well, if that isn't the trigger...we'll just have to figure something out."<br><br>He shifted, suddenly aware of how tight his trousers were feeling.<br><br>"Fiona, may I ask you a rather forward and personal question?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 04:58:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't suppose I could stop you..." <br><br>She smiled and looked away with a nibble to her bottom lip.&nbsp; As though against her will, she scooted a bit closer to keep him from having to stretch his arm out so far.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 05:01:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent turns his eyes to her, then makes to slip her arm around her shoulders.&nbsp; Several questions occurred to him, in fact, but only one came to his lips.<br><br>"Why are you remaining here for the break?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 04:49:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her smile faded slightly as she hugged her knees a little closer, but didn't quite shy away from his arm. "My family and I don't exactly see the world the same way.&nbsp; Here...here I have work I can do.&nbsp; I can do much more at the school than with whatever my family has planned."<br><br>She sighed softly and locked her fingers together. "Associating with them would be unwise."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 04:52:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah."<br><br>He nodded slowly.<br><br>"At least you have the benefit of choosing your fate.&nbsp; My...parents..."&nbsp; His tone goes a bit odd on that last word, as though he doesn't quite think it the right one to use.&nbsp; Giving a dismissive gesture with his free hand, he gave her shoulders a little squeeze.&nbsp; "Seem to have forgotten I even exist.&nbsp; So they're off on holiday.&nbsp; In Tahiti."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 05:01:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tahiti is too warm and sunny anyways." She smiled up at him in a friendly manner and reached up to pat his hand. "The rain is much more calming."<br><br>She smiled a bit and before realizing it, leaned into his gentle squeeze. "And besides, if we stay here for the holiday, there are less people around to annoy us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 05:07:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There, I agree wholeheartedly."<br><br>He managed another smile, somewhat warmer than earlier.<br><br>"Do you by any chance find the rest of your house...uhm...troublesome?&nbsp; Ah, but that's another question.&nbsp; I should allow you to ask one of me, yes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 05:27:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My house..?&nbsp; Oh, of course, Ravenclaw.&nbsp; To be truthful I tend to keep to myself.&nbsp; We generally get along when we do interact.&nbsp; Though <em>you</em> don't seem like other Slytherin.&nbsp; You haven't mocked my choice in specialization once." <br><br>She grinned and nudged his ribs lightly. "And I think questions are being asked fairly.&nbsp; You're answering your own." Her braid found its way into her hands to fiddle with. "But...if I must ask." She blushes a bit and looks away. "Were the ropes really your thought?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 05:32:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I...in all candor, I'm not certain."&nbsp; He frowned in thought.&nbsp; "It is possible that they are, but...I do not normally have thoughts along those lines about girls who haven't been treating me like the second biggest loser in this school.&nbsp; And you most definitely have not done so."<br><br>He partially turned, glancing at her sidelong.<br><br>"Does that disturb you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 05:38:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fiona blushes a bit and tucks into a slightly smaller ball at the suggestion that he had thoughts of tying up other girls. "I never had thought that.&nbsp; You've given me no reason too."<br><br>She glances at him from the corner of her eyes. "And no.&nbsp; Not disturbing so much as...erm...not disturbing."&nbsp; She cleared her throat softly after she caught herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 05:41:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh."<br><br>He turned to face her directly.<br><br>"And...do you have anyone?&nbsp; I mean...that is..."<br><br>He blushed, trying to smile reassuringly.<br><br>"I'm curious, that's all, not...uhm...not trying to take advantage.&nbsp; Terribly unSlytherin of me, I know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 05:43:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shakes her head with a darker blush.<br><br>"No no...erm.&nbsp; I'm...no.&nbsp; No one."<br><br>She smiled, but still looked to her knees. "That's a fine trait."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 05:44:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No?&nbsp; Pity..."<br><br>His voice trailed off, and he turned away quickly...but not soon enough to hide the way his blush deepened.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 03:27:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grins and chuckles. "How is that a pity?"&nbsp; Her eyes caught the beginning of his darkening blush and laughs softly.<br><br>"Why?&nbsp; Do you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 03:30:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No.&nbsp; Nobody."<br><br>His voice sank to a hoarse whisper.<br><br>"And it's a pity that such a pretty girl has to be so lonely..."<br><br>He shifted a bit, making as if to pull his arm away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 04:07:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She reached up and took a gentle hold of his hand, keeping it around her shoulder.&nbsp; She didn't know many people here, and it would a shame to push away someone who seemed to be opening up to her.<br><br>"It's less distracting." She smiled to herself and sounded as though she were trying to convince herself of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 04:12:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He resisted for only a moment, then relaxed and pulled her closer.&nbsp; Turning to face her again, he managed a wan smile.<br><br>"Well, since we're here..."<br><br>Then he leaned in, hesitating only slightly before brushing his lips across hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 04:17:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinked several times as he kisses her.&nbsp; It wasn't entirely unpleasant.&nbsp; That wasn't it at all.&nbsp; She was a bit too surprised to react properly and pulled away with very dark blush, mouth hanging opened slightly with a look that asked 'What on earth was that for?' and 'what on earth was I thinking when I stopped?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 04:21:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No?"<br><br>His eyes held hers, questioning...worried.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 04:31:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I-..." She paused and stumbled over her tongue for a moment. "It's...w-...I mean I just met you and...kiss..."<br><br>She blushed and stared intently at her knees.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 04:38:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Placing his hand gently under chin and tilting her face up to his, he managed a smile.<br><br>"Should I not?"<br><br>His eyes twinkled with sudden mischief.<br><br>"Or perhaps I should tie you up first?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 04:41:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The mention of the rope brought her face to color more akin to a softly colored brick, but she somehow couldn't bring herself to look away.&nbsp; She nibbled on her bottom lip and spoke before thought had occurred, which is generally considered a bad thing.<br><br>"Ye-...erm...what?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 04:43:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you want me to kiss you again or not?"<br><br>He stroked her cheek softly.<br><br>"Because I want to do so.&nbsp; Very much."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 04:54:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She closed her eyes as she thought once again that the room was getting warmer still. "I-I don't know..." Her hesitation was belied by the way she softly nudged her cheek against his hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 04:56:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pressed his lips to hers again anyway, a little more firmly than before...and let his hand drift down her front, brushing her breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueMary</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 05:11:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fiona let out a muffled "Mph" against his lips but offered little resistance aside from shying away slightly from the touch of his hand.<br><br>Goodness...Her mind raced with several thoughts, ranging from the possibility of the room affecting both of them mentally and how nice this felt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castling To Queen's Side (MP/Bluemary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 05:13:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers brushed her breast again, as if seeking her nipple.<br><br>"Should I stop?"<br><br>Adjusting the arm across her shoulder to pull her a bit closer and brace her, he kissed her again.&nbsp; After a long, long moment, he pulled back with a soft moan of frustration and released her.<br><br>"I should stop.&nbsp; I mean, I should let you get to work instead of...uhm, not that I want to , but...you probably want to get back to work on your plans and I'm...I'm rather keeping you from it, aren't I?"
			</dd>
		</dl>
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