Tiwa (
piwakawaka) wrote2009-09-14 11:22 pm
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Playing with Possibilities Tiwa/Dilinger
Tonight was a court night so Tiwa enters in a shimmery, feathery dress that twirls around her as she settles on the couch.
Her shoes didn't even make it into the Bar and she has a shimmer about her that's half magic and half gold glitter.
She hasn't spotted him yet tonight but its hard for her to stay still and her bare feet bump against the fabric.
Her shoes didn't even make it into the Bar and she has a shimmer about her that's half magic and half gold glitter.
She hasn't spotted him yet tonight but its hard for her to stay still and her bare feet bump against the fabric.
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"You're in my seat," he drawls, hands in his pockets.
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"Says who."
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"You're in. My seat."
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Though she does stretch up to sit on top of the couch with her feet resting on the seat.
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And then his hand is around her waist and his shoulder is in her stomach, and he's sweeping her over his shoulder.
"Told you, Miss Tiwa. That's my seat."
He lets her slip down until she's in his arms and he settles into the chair with her draped across his lap.
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"Could work on your politeness, but you are comfortable."
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"There. Caught you."
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Its tricky but she does her best to look slightly serious as she dusts him with gold shine and gravely considers his nose.
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He keeps his voice low, silky almost, leaning a bit closer to her ear. "Was considering all the ways in which I might make you sing, pretty bird."
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"Might enjoy that."
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"You'd still break my heart."
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She leans her head slightly into his hand and smiles softly at him.
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"Just a smile."
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"Careful now. Wouldn't want to start something you have no intention of finishing."
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She investigates his thumb with her mouth, leaving a trace of faint lipstick on it.
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His hand curves around her jaw, and slowly, it becomes his thumb investigating her lips.
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His fingertips feel the pulse at her throat, feeling it flutter slightly faster than a human's pulse.
"What's a matter, pretty bird? You're not afraid of me, are you?"
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His hand covers so much, but she's daring to trust him and wait.
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"Was thinking it'd be the other way around," he murmurs.
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"Only if you'd let me."
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