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Post by Meg Holloway on Apr 23, 2007 20:14:21 GMT -5
"Looking for some dirt on me huh? Not going to blackmail me later are you?"
A smile lifted her face and her dimples appeared. "We'll see," she winked. Meg loved the brand of pretzels that Kyle picked up. She saw him debating the Explosion of Flavor chips and almost warned him that they really were explosive. Meg adored spicy food more than any other type of food, and had regrettably picked a bag of those up once. It had not been one of her smarter decisions.
Patiently, she awaited Kyle's answer. "I promise," she swore, very seriously. Nevertheless, her smile never escaped her face. Meg was the type of girl who always smiled, no matter the situation. She was an optimist in every sense of the word; even in the worst situation she could find the silver lining. When Kyle told her his most embarrassing moment, Meg started to crack up and then covered her mouth with a hand.
She let her hand drop to her side. "Oh, that's nothing! My mom made me wear a dress once and it was windy out and --" Before she could finish her sentence, a group of mean-spirited boxes attacked Kyle. She couldn't keep herself from laughing. She gave him a hand and lifted him up with a surprising amount of muscle. Meg was actually much stronger than she looked.
"So, I think we should get out of here before the manager finds you," Meg recommended. It was a wise decision. She was a bit of a klutz and had endured many a moment just like this one. "Trust me. There's nothing worse than an angry fourty year old who has been working as the Senior Manager of a deli for fifteen years." She had met one of those grumpy types and was suddenly even happier that she was an artist.
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Kyle McGinnis
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Freelance Artist/Photographer, Server at the Celtic Coffee
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
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Post by Kyle McGinnis on May 1, 2007 18:57:04 GMT -5
"So, I think we should get out of here before the manager finds you, Trust me. There's nothing worse than an angry fourty year old who has been working as the Senior Manager of a deli for fifteen years."
When Meg hauled him out of the boxes, Kyle just chuckled at her comment, dusting off some crumbs that had escaped from their prisons in the fall. He had to remember that she was a muggleborn. She forgot that with magic things were so much easier. He knew how it was to grow up with almost no exposure to magic, but then, he had thrown himself into the world with such fervor he had since forgotten what it was like. Taking out his wand, he smiled reassuringly at her.
"Silly girl, I can clean this up like... magic..." He said in a joking tone as he waved his wand and moved the boxes back into their original placement. As soon as the last box settled itself into place obediently, he turned back to her. "Besides, I know the Deli Manager... Bob would be offended that you called him old..."
Chuckling, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and gave her a chaste kiss on the side of the head "Don't worry... Nothing else will go wrong today. I won't let it...." Pulling back, he held up their basket of goods "How about we go check out?"
(( Aug sorry it sucks!! T^T))
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Post by Meg Holloway on May 7, 2007 20:18:05 GMT -5
[I'm gonna skip ahead a little bit - you seem busy x)]
After they paid and started walking toward that little spot that Kyle seemed to have a great idea of picnicking on, Meg decided that this date was definitely a success. So, they hadn't been able to eat at the restaurant that Kyle had made reservations at. So, he'd started to speak to a door and had fallen into a bunch of boxes at the deli where they were getting their dinner. So, she was wearing a dress. She actually felt nice wearing this dress, and she didn't mind any of the bad things that were happening. She was in good company, and she was having a great time with Kyle. Meg was sure that he'd be happy to hear that, but she kept her compliments to herself.
Once they were sitting down, on the plush green grass with their sandwiches spread out. As they munched away, they talked. They had continued their questions game. It seemed to be a good icebreaker, but they weren't completely dependent on the game anymore. Actually, they never really had been. That was good, right? According to the girl-ish fashion magazines she'd bought in complete secrecy, that was good. Very good. Meg didn't feel like she had to try to carry on a conversation, but that didn't stop her from still feeling nervous. Something inside of her made her desperate to make this date a success.
She didn't show this concern, though. She refused to. "So, I'm going to make you a sandwich," Meg stated matter-of-factly. She took some white bread and then piled some ham on it, but then threw on some pickles. She added some potato chips. Then she grabbed a slice of wheat bread and spread some mayo on it. She slapped that on top and handed it to him. "Now, if you don't eat it, you'll hurt my feelings," she said sarcastically. "Okay, I'm kidding. I merely dare you to eat it."
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Kyle McGinnis
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Freelance Artist/Photographer, Server at the Celtic Coffee
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
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Post by Kyle McGinnis on May 14, 2007 1:42:08 GMT -5
There were few times in Kyle's life that he could say he was truly happy. Summers on the beach, burying his brother in the sand and chasing Katie with lobsters. Cuddling against his mothers chest while she read the classics, her soft voice vibrating him into dreamland. Those were times he remembered with fondness. But none of those moments could compare to what he was feeling at that moment.
Something about the way the sun glanced off her hair as she would brush it behind her ears. Her gentle smile and the way her nose crinkled when she laughed warmed him more then any flame could. Every time she licked her lips to catch a stray crumb, he wanted nothing more then to kiss them, leaning forward a bit more each time unconsciously.
"So, I'm going to make you a sandwich, Now, if you don't eat it, you'll hurt my feelings, kay, I'm kidding. I merely dare you to eat it."
Snapping out of his revelry, Kyle realized that she was talking about making him a sandwich. Somehow the idea that she wanted to play housewife for him made his stomach do flip flops. Not to say that he expected her to do his laundry, cook his dinners or raise his children, but the idea she could fill that void his mother left made him happier then he could say. Licking his lips, he leaned a bit more toward her, hoping to close the space for a kiss eventually.
"I bet it would be delicious. Go ahead and make one up..." He said softly, his eyes not leaving hers. Reaching out he picked up a apple and picked up a knife. "Want an apple slice?" He said as he cut out a sliver as he thought about how nice it would be to place it in her mouth and have her suck the juice from his fingers. Taking a bite of it slowly, he gazed at her longingly.
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Post by Meg Holloway on May 16, 2007 16:27:42 GMT -5
Meg was busy making this sandwich when she realized that she had mayonnaise ALL over her fingers. Then Kyle decided to ask her if she wanted an apple. "Okay, you're going to have to play the role of mother here. I may have gotten myself a little dirty." She held up her hands to show him what was happening. By the role of mother, she meant that he'd just have to feed her the apple himself, hold it up for her while she took a chomp. No big deal, right? In the meantime she looked around for a napkin. When she couldn't find one she shrugged and discreetly licked some off of her thumb.
It was then that she discovered that Mayo on its own was not too delicious. It was actually quite sickening. She scrunched up her nose and then looked around for a napkin. Finally, she found one -- and she wiped her hands clean. "You can still feed me the apple if you want," Meg offered, smirking. She didn't know if he would or not, but it definitely would be interesting. She suddenly had an image of him feeding her grapes, both of them dressed in togas embroidered with gold. It was strange but that was what was in her head.
Her head suddenly informed her that it must be raining. Either that, or Kyle had just spit on her. Refusing to believe that Kyle was spitting on her of all non-grape-feeding things, she looked up the sky. Cloudy. That couldn't be good. She felt another drop of rain on her head, another one on her knee. Uh oh. She decided to ignore it. What was a little rain? So she'd get wet. It was no big thing, it wasn't like she was wearing white.
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Kyle McGinnis
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Freelance Artist/Photographer, Server at the Celtic Coffee
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
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Post by Kyle McGinnis on Jun 11, 2007 17:59:40 GMT -5
"Okay, you're going to have to play the role of mother here. I may have gotten myself a little dirty."
Kyle's heart, as well as other body parts, jumped a little when she said that. Was that a come on? He looked up from his apple, brows raised, and nearly chopped his thumb off when he saw her licking the mayo off her thumb. It may have not seemed at all sensual to her, but to Kyle, well, it was very alluring to say the least. As she wiped the offending cream off her hands, Kyle's mind was elsewhere, daydreaming of... well... things that would make her blush he was sure.
"You can still feed me the apple if you want,"
Kyle blinked, his day dream replaced by a grinning Meg. Well... not really replaced. The dream had been about her, but there were less clothes and more kissing involved then reality at that moment. But he couldn't deny the offer of feeding her was close to what was going on in his fantasy life, so he decided to take advantage and see where it went. Picking up the apple, he was about to place it in her mouth when a few extremely cold and large droplets of water splashed on his arm. Looking up, he realized that the clouds that had been hiding on the horizan earlier had decided to make thir apperance. But they looked fairly tame, so Kyle decided to ignore them, focusing on her mouth instead and what he wanted to do with it.
"Forget the rain.... Close your eyes..." He said, leaning in close to her so he could feel her breath against his cheek. picking up the apple slice he ran the fleshy part along her lip, leaving a trail of sweetly tart juice in its wake. After making the trail over her top and bottom lip, leaving the soft folds of flesh glistening, he slid the apple slice about halfway into her open mouth. Before she could take the rest of the apple, he leaned forward and caught the other half in his own mouth, sealing their lips flush against each other. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the taste of the tart apple and her sweet lips. This was heaven.
(Ahem sorry for a tad bit of godmodding there.... It would have been far to short otherwise. You may start the storm if you wish or wait for me, either way.)
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Post by Meg Holloway on Jun 17, 2007 20:25:00 GMT -5
Meg had finally got all of the mayo off of her fingers, so she wiped her hands on the grass behind her. It might not have portrayed her as a very girly girl, but that was never the impression that she wanted to give off. At least, not until tonight. Boys apparently liked it when you didn't act like a baffoon like a guy would. Although she would not change herself through and through she would not start a burping contest. That would be under a list of things not to do on a date with a boy that made your heart flutter.
A few raindrops were falling from the sky but they were nothing to worry about. Meg liked the rain, especially dancing in it. She didn't know why, perhaps memories from her childhood. Nearly every family reunion, it had rained. It was basically a tradition, and so to go along with the naturally occurring tradition they made up their own: dancing out in the rain, playing different sports in the rain, and swimming in the rain. It was always an event that Meg looked forward to.
Dating in the rain was a new thing entirely, though.
"Forget the rain... Close your eyes..."
Meg obeyed, closing her brown eyes. She could sense that he was very close to her, but she didn't back away. Her impulses forgot that she was supposed to back away when someone was that close -- she didn't want to. Her lips tingled after he ran the apple slice over her lips, and just as he put it into her mouth, she was going to take a nice, slow bite -- to tease him, of course. Before she could do this, he caught her lips in a kiss. They were kissing. This was exactly what she'd been wishing for. She opened her eyes, but only for a moment.
She kissed him back. Meg hadn't kissed much, but she knew how. Meg didn't know if she was a good kisser or not, but for the sake of Kyle she hoped that she was. She could taste the apple he'd spread on her lips on his. Although she didn't know how she'd managed it, she was smiling. Euphoria electrocuted every vein in her body, waking her up and making her aware of every sense. Just as soon as she'd started to get into this, rain poured down and started to drench them.
Shocked, she looked up at the rain. She didn't care. Really, she didn't. She looked at Kyle, whose face wasn't too far from her's, and grinned. "Thanks," she said, softly. As soon as she said it, she did a mental D'oh! and her face clearly showed it. How lame was she? Thanking him for the kiss?
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Freelance Artist/Photographer, Server at the Celtic Coffee
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
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Post by Kyle McGinnis on Jun 27, 2007 20:24:56 GMT -5
What had started as a mere drizzle had blossomed into an all out monsoon. Water came in sheets, soaking their bodies and raising steam from the heat. It was an idyllic picture, a man and woman in an embrace overlooking a valley as the rain soaked their lithe figures. It would have inspired a great romance novel had he been the sort to read such things.
"Thanks,"
The glorious embrace ended and Kyle found his previously dry face soaked as she pulled away, the rain forming little waterfalls off his brows and nose. Blinking away some of the wetness, he leaned forward and brushed her nose with his. "Any time..." He whispered, getting a mouthful of water at the same time. OK now this was getting ridiculous.
BOOOM
Kyle jumped slightly as a lightning bolt burst across the sky and thunder followed not even a second behind. It was a lot closer then he had thought. "Merlin... Let's get to some shelter... This storm is far too close for safety!" He cried over the din, the rain drowning out most of his words. Without waiting for a response, he grabbed her hand and summoned the lunchbox with what little food was salvageable to follow them. "Come on!... I see a cave up there!"
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Post by Meg Holloway on Jun 28, 2007 20:12:27 GMT -5
Thunder and lightening were making themselves extremely apparent. At first, Meg had decided that kissing in the rain was quite enjoyable. However, things changed after it really started to pour. Meg was drenched from head to toe, and the thunderstorm was really starting to look dangerous. They needed to get out of the way, and quickly.
Clearly, Kyle was thinking along the same lines. He said something about a cave and took her up to where he had been gesturing. They got into the cave and Meg realized just how wet they both were. Her hair was sopping and sticking to her face. She brushed it out of her eyes with some effort.
"So. Nice weather we're having," Meg joked. She had a knack for making light of a bad situation. This one qualified. Anything that could have gone wrong on this date had gone wrong. Except, of course, not liking the person you were with. Kyle was a great date, and despite all of the things that went wrong, Meg was having a blast. Meg didn't go on dates -- she had never had a desire to, until now. But if going on more dates meant spending mroe time with Kyle... she was willing to.
While she was having a great time, she had to wonder what they were going to do next. The storm wasn't going to cease and desist anytime soon, so they couldn't go out there. Of course, they could Apparate back to their homes ... but first of all, Meg wasn't the best at Apparition. Not only that, but frankly, Meg didn't want this date to end. She wanted to spend as much time as she could with Kyle. She hoped that he felt hte same way -- and got the vibe that he did.
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Post by Kyle McGinnis on Jun 28, 2007 23:43:39 GMT -5
Kyle was glad to see that the cave was not one of those simple cracks in the wall. This cavern was small enough to be cozy but large enough to fit an entire living room set in it. It was dry as well, something he was thankful for. But it was very cold and the moment they set foot into the frosty cavern, Kyle wished he hadn't let go of Meg.
"So. Nice weather we're having,"
Kyle looked over at Meg and smiled. Despite the cold and the fact that her clothing was now mud stained and soaking wet, she was still able to laugh. Maybe this wasn't a disaster after all. He shook his head, sending water droplets in all direction like a dog before he looked back at her and grinned "damn right. Best weather of all!..."
Smacking his hands together he looked around the cavern to figure out the best course of action. As a wizard he wasn't perturbed at being soaking wet in a cold dark cavern while it stormed outside. Pulling his wand from his pocket, Kyle quickly summoned a fire and next to it a large fluffy mattress and super-sized sleeping bag lined with fleece. As the room lite up with a warm glow, Kyle smiled in satisfaction.
Before turning back to Meg, Kyle grabbed the bottom of his wet shirt and peeled it from his body. Letting the sopping wet mess fall in a lump on the floor, he turned to Meg, smiling. Walking up to her, he caught her face between her hands and kissed her lips passionately. A few moments of running his tongue over her lip and running his fingertips down her soft cheeks, Kyle finally and reluctantly pulled away.
"You know...If you are cold..." He whispered softly against her lips as his hands moved to her shoulders. Looping his thumbs under the collar of her shirt he continued "... You could take your clothes off and let me warm you up...."
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Post by Meg Holloway on Jun 28, 2007 23:54:20 GMT -5
Meg was glad to see that Kyle wasn't letting the weather get the best of him, either. As a matter of a fact, he refused to let it touch him. Literally. Without thinking twice, it seemed, he took off his shirt and Meg tried to refrain from sucking in her breath. Okay, so she hadn't been expecting that. Not that she minded, of course. Yeah, she'd seen her brothers topless dozens of times. This was completely different. Then there was more kissing, which Meg was more than happy about.
"You know...If you are cold..." He whispered softly against her lips as his hands moved to her shoulders. Looping his thumbs under the collar of her shirt he continued "... You could take your clothes off and let me warm you up...."
Meg thought that this was just about the funniest thing in the world. "Getting a bit frisky, aren't we?" she joked. "Maybe after some alcohol. You know, I've heard butterbeer warms you up. Do we have any?" Meg was babbling. She hit her head against his wet shoulder and laughed, then looked up at him. "I'm such a loser," she made fun of herself. "Here you are, being all, I don't know, cool. And here I am, babbling about butterbeer and warming up." She blushed.
She wasn't uncomfortable with taking her shirt off as Kyle had done. Meg wasn't really shy, she was a total tomboy and was not ashamed of her body. But. It was the first date, and she wasn't going to make herself known as the girl who took off her top two hours into their first date. No, she'd make Kyle work for it.
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Post by Kyle McGinnis on Jul 7, 2007 22:14:02 GMT -5
"Getting a bit frisky, aren't we? Maybe after some alcohol. You know, I've heard butterbeer warms you up. Do we have any? I'm such a loser, Here you are, being all, I don't know, cool. And here I am, babbling about butterbeer and warming up."
"I like it when you blabber... I think it is cute..." Kyle said with a smile as he brushed a wet strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. He was trying to divert the conversation from the fact she turned his offer down. He didn't want to relive the fact that he had made such a social faux pas. Hopefully she would forget how rudely forward he was and they would go back to having a good time.
"Anyways... Let's get you dried up..." Kyle said, finally pulling out his wand. He hadn't originally done it because he, honestly, wanted to get her naked. He hated to admit it, but he was a man and he did have a man's libido. Muttering a spell a bit reluctantly, he quickly dried out her clothing so that she could warm up. "There..." He said, rubbing some warmth back into her arms with a soft smile. Leaning down he gave her a soft kiss.
"OK then.. Butterbeer it is.." He said after slowly and reluctantly pulling away from her soft lips. Digging into the wicker basket, he found the bottle of butterbeer and some still soft buttered scones and raspberry jelly. "Here.... Let's try this... Take a seat..."
He motioned to the bed as he sat down on the soft mattress and started to spread the jelly on a scone.
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Post by Meg Holloway on Jul 17, 2007 23:29:39 GMT -5
"I like it when you blabber... I think it is cute..."
"I'm glad someone does," Meg joked. His hands felt warm against her cheek, and Meg wished that she could spend the rest of her days just staring into Kyle's eyes. Yes, she was getting a bit ahead of herself -- after all, this was only the first date and they'd barely known each other a week. But it was like love at first sight, stupid as that sounded. Meg had never believed in it but every time Kyle came near her, she couldn't help but smile.
Thankfully, Kyle had enough sense to use a spell to warm her up. It was good that at least one of them had magical skill; Meg was so obviously muggle-born that she believed that she'd be the first to go when the Neo-Death Eaters came to town. Morbid as that may be, Meg knew it was the truth. It's why she didn't use magic that much. She'd never been good at school and had always fallen behind. Her best subject was Potions, and only because mixing Potions was similar to mixing paint.
"OK then.. Butterbeer it is.." He said after slowly and reluctantly pulling away from her soft lips. Digging into the wicker basket, he found the bottle of butterbeer and some still soft buttered scones and raspberry jelly. "Here.... Let's try this... Take a seat..."
Meg sat down on the mattress and sunk into its fantastic softness. "Whose mattress is this and where can I get one?!" Meg asked, startled at how comfy she was. Her bed still had springs in it and wasn't all that good for her back. It made her back hurt like hell, but hey, at least she had a bed at night. She took a bottle of butterbeer and, after realizing that she was thirsty, guzzled a ton down and emitted a tiny burp. "'Scuse me," she said sweetly, not blushing at all.
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