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Post by James McManigal on Dec 7, 2012 15:04:43 GMT -6
James simply shook his head, an amused smile playing on his lips as he his attention returned to the brunette instead of his niece. He wasn’t the girl’s father, and honestly did not care about how she wanted to lead her life. To him, however, he thought the whole thing was embarrassing and even though one could find the whole “free-spirit”-thing charming and refreshing, he felt that it was a bit too attention-seeking for his taste. Illyana, on the other side, seemed to like her friend and spoke about Catherine with affection, so James decided to keep his opinions to himself. And frankly, he was quite thankful to his little niece that she would be occupied for a while longer - it gave him more time alone with Illyana.
”Anyway.” he said, relieved that the brunette seemed to be content with staying with him at the bar instead of joining the sex show on the dance floor. ”Greece is a fantastic country. I’d love to go back there some day.” He didn’t break the eye contact, and his smile deepened. Most of his good intentions had flown out of the window, especially when he realized that she was as excited as he was. He decided to ignore the alarms ringing in his head about not getting involved with someone he might actually like in a real way, as frankly - he had nothing to offer. He wasn’t interested in a relationship, had realized that it would probably never work, and he had no wish to hurt a woman, especially not someone like Illyana, if he could avoid it.
But on the other hand, the woman was intelligent and old enough to make her own decisions. And she was amazingly attractive. Even though he was a man of self-discipline, he was still a man. It had been a long time ago since James had been led by his dick, and he usually looked down on men who were like that. But there was only so much a man could do, if he hadn’t been with a woman for over one year. He knew he was in trouble as he was currently trying to rationalize his desire, thinking it would be better for Illyana to go home with him rather than with some other, random bloke that wouldn’t realize how lucky they were to have her.
Boldly, he placed a hand on the small of the woman’s back and leaned in closer.
”You wanna get some fresh air...?” he asked quietly, his lips nearly touching her ear. This close, he could smell the scent of her again and he wondered if he would go insane.
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Post by Illyana Sophia Ambrosia on Dec 8, 2012 17:58:27 GMT -6
 Illyana did not know what kind of relationship Catherine had with her uncle, although she privately just thought about him as James (for some reason it got odd thinking of him as Catherine’s uncle while still feeling attracted to him). She had never heard Catherine mention him before, or perhaps she had but Illyana hadn’t really registered it. If she had known how magnetic he was she might’ve paid attention if Catherine had mention him in the past.
The woman felt the warmth of his hand on her lower back. It took all her self-discipline and common manners not to let a shiver pass down her spine. She stood frozen for a second though, letting herself fall prey to his smouldering charms. A momentary battle between her own usual self and carnal needs raged inside her in a heartbeat. She wasn’t usually this, uhm, lustful. Yet on the other hand, it had been some time since she had satisfied her own desires. She felt her entire body screaming for lascivious affection. The woman cast the man a charming smile, nodding to his request. “Sure,” she said, suddenly well aware of his intentions, as well as her own. Although a part of her still lingered on the thought of mere formality, there was another part of her –probably the one Catherine had helped shape- that told her than this was not mere chit-chat and common curtsey, that this might be exactly what she wanted.
The moral implications of this was more alluring than discouraging, it even excited her a little. An older man. A more experienced man. A handsome man. A man. Illyana wasn’t sure she had ever flirted with anyone this manly, one might say. She placed her hand in his, letting him lead her through the crowd to which ever exit he wanted to, uhm, get some fresh air. This little dance was so effortless, almost too comfortable. Was she really going to go through with it?
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MUGGLE TECHNICAL CONSULTANT
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Post by James McManigal on Dec 20, 2012 1:58:22 GMT -6
Grabbing both their coats, James led the brunette to the exit. Before he put on his own coat, he helped Illyana with hers. The crisp night air revealed that winter was well on its way and he gave the woman a concerned look.
”Are you cold?” he asked and rubbed the sides of her arms gently up and down, the friction of the motion radiating heat. And it was an excellent excuse to touch her without being too obvious about it. James hand went from her arm to her cheek, caressing it as he looked at her intently. ”You’re very beautiful, Illyana.” he said sincerely, a smile playing on his lips as he yet again took in her perfect features. The fresh, cold air had made his mind clearer, but he was still burning with desire. Had he been younger, he would’ve probably tried to hook up with her in one of the alleys but he was far too old for that nowadays, and Illyana deserved better than some super-uncomfortable quicky against a stone wall.
He placed a small kiss where his hand has just caressed her cheek, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation. Carefully, his lips traveled closer to hers but he didn’t dare to kiss her the way he really, really wanted to. His eyes still closed, he enjoyed the scent, the feeling of her soft skin and after a few more moments, he finally placed his lips on hers - a gentle, soft kiss, full of promise.
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DEAN OF STUDENTS
history professor
head of hufflepuff
metamorphagus
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Lee
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Post by Illyana Sophia Ambrosia on Jan 28, 2013 17:01:33 GMT -6
Illyana wasn’t exactly known for her intruding or overwhelming personality. In fact, most people never paid attention to her, and she couldn’t blame them. She never did do anything too daring to draw attention to herself, she wasn’t flamboyant like Catherine, and although she was pretty most people found that her dull personality overshadowed her otherwise intriguing beauty. Indeed. Illyana’s beauty was of the epic one, the tragic Greek legends and love stories of maidens being bound by their feet as they waited for serpents and sea monsters to devour them. But most ordinary people never saw this. Ordinary people... It was slowing dawning on Illyana that James here was anything ordinary.
As the man traced her cheek Illyana’s ocean blue eyes found his, expectantly shining at him. She was dazzled by his compliment and her full, pink lips parted ever so slightly as if to speak, however no words came out. She wouldn’t have minded if he kissed her right there and then. The thought itself was almost provoking and Illyana took a small, hesitant step towards him without really realising it. For this night, she honestly did not care of she got seduced or courted to do something foolish. In fact, she welcomed this unfamiliar feeling.
And then it happened. She froze for a moment as he leaned in and kissed her, first softly, on the cheek. It was thrilling and exciting and her heart pounded with newfound lust and confidence as he slowly made his way to her lips. Her eyes had closed as he kissed her cheek and down to her mouth. He came to the smallest of pauses as he lingered in front of her slightly parted lips and her eyes flashed open to gaze upon his closed eyelids. She marvelled them for a split second before his lips finally came to touch hers and she closed her eyes again and took in the whole of his perfectly sculptured lips. She rested a hand on his shoulder as he did so, having no recollection of how it had slid up there in the first place. The kiss was gentle, sweet, and so much softer than she had imagined. It fuelled her fire, her desire, her passion, and her mind was devoid of concern of what tomorrow might bring.
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