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Post by Jacaranda Mulciber on May 10, 2009 12:17:59 GMT 1
Good, she’s cowed him a little. She had to give Abraham that: he did know when to back down when she was near bursting. That knack of getting under her skin was countered by his weasel-like way of wriggling out of a tight spot. She had the mind to transfigure him into a weasel and see how well he could get out of that one. The sly expression that passed over her face was quickly replaced with satisfaction.
Poor dear Abraham seemed to be taking that loss against Potter badly, as expected, and it gave her a warm satisfaction to see his voice as meek as his protest. He really was a sore loser. She did however find herself wondering if Potter had won purely because of her fame but she quickly banished that thought.
He stood, and she glared. Whoops, seemed she’d hit a nerve. She stood too, though without her heels to give her those few extra inches (she’d taken them off when she’d been making herself comfortable earlier), her five foot nine paled next to his six foot one plus shoes. She resisted the urge to raise herself on tip-toes. She would not degrade herself to his level. If he needed to be taller than her to feel more secure, so be it.
“If you really were the best in your field, why are you working at a school of all places? Did daddy disown you?” She sneered and poked her finger into his chest, wand still gripped at her side in her opposite hand. Glaring up at him, she seemed pleased that she’d gotten a response. “As if any self-respecting woman would marry you anyway. You’d have to use daddy’s fortune of your to buy yourself a trophy wife.” Her nose wrinkled and she huffed. “Though I’m not sure there’s enough money in the world to make anyone want to share a bed with you more than once.” She tried not to wince. Of course, she hadn’t technically shared a bed with Abe more than once – stationary cupboards and copier rooms were short of those – but her insults were taking on a theme that was easily turned on her.
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Abraham Grey
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Post by Abraham Grey on May 18, 2009 13:42:52 GMT 1
”In case it escaped your notice,” Abe said, voice scathing as he leaned in, using his height to his full advantage. Not that it worked, Jac seemed entirely un-intimidated by the move and all it succeeded in doing was to let him catch a waft of her perfume. His eyes flicked down to the ample cleavage still on display and it was all he could do not to lean in further, drink in that familiar smell and kiss her neck across that spot he knew drove her wild.
Abe took a deep breath, clearing his throat guilty. He still just about enough common sense to remember that she was still holding her wand and any such action on his part would likely end up with petunias where his family jewels used to be. ”Hogwarts is an establishment of academic excellence and securing a place on the staff only serves to boost one’s reputation. And I’ll have you know father approves whole heartedly of my career choice.” Okay so the second part was a lie, but Jacaranda couldn’t possibly know that. Unless her powers of seduction reached even further than Abe thought.
He bristled at the slight to his ability to find a wife, he was perfectly capable of finding a partner and there were plenty of women who would want to settle down with him. Abe just wasn’t looking all that hard at the moment… Yeah that was it. The hurt look was quickly replaced with a smug grin at what Jac said next. He leaned even further in, one hand resting on the desk at her side. From this close the world was a blur of Jac, which suited him just fine.
”Then what made you want it?” He asked, tone all intimate suggestion. Screw Silas, or rather the fact that Jacaranda probably already had. Jac was definitely worth the potential pain of a finger breaking curse, or perhaps that was just the whiskey clouding his judgement. Before he could think about it too much and chicken out he reached up, cupping her chin with one hand and tilting his head down to let their lips meet in a kiss. [/font]
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Post by Jacaranda Mulciber on May 18, 2009 14:51:14 GMT 1
She had been winning until that stupid last remark. She couldn’t help trying to dig right in, so much that she’d ruined her hand. She should have stopped while she was ahead. Abe had been delightfully flustered, but as soon as he had something to jump on her about, his entire demeanour changed. Her pointing finger turned to a palm on his chest, trying to warn him off. He was far to determined with the alcohol in his system. Unlike Silas, Abraham could not hold his drink and his advance was entirely too cumbersome.
He was pretty much pinning her between him and the desk, and part of her was a little too pleased with the situation. The little voice confined to the cage at the back of her mind urged her to let this happen. Thankfully, the rest of her was entirely outraged and when his hand came to cup her chin to guide her into a kiss, she was able to think clearly enough to react. Unfortunately the reaction came a few seconds late, but the sharp slap of her hand on his cheek followed by a shove broke the contact and any notions her libido had of properly reacquainting herself with second-most-charming Abraham.
Jac made a curious noise that was both surprised and angry and she levelled her wand at Abe. “You were my first and last mistake, Abraham. Thank you for that important lesson but I do not require a refresher course.” She stormed past him and slammed the door behind her. A second later, she opened the door, Accio’ed her shoes and jacket and slammed the door again. She cast a particularly stubborn locking charm on the door and after slipping on her shoes, stamped away down the corridor with the sound of her heels echoing off the walls.
She hoped the locking charm would give him some trouble, preferably enough that he would be stuck in his office all night. It would serve him right for trying his luck. It also made her feel better to use the petty locking spell to infuriate Abe, especially as she definitely did not want him to think he could get away with that sort of stomach-turning, heart-racing behaviour. He’d earned himself a nasty Hex. The next time she saw him… argh! She was too flustered to think exactly what she would do to him, but it would be painfully disfiguring.
The little voice in its cage mournfully went quiet, and let the rest of her mind concoct revenge in peace.
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Post by Abraham Grey on May 18, 2009 15:57:15 GMT 1
Abe’s eyes closed as their lips met, which was why he didn’t see the slap coming. Her palm stung across cheek and he was too busy reeling from the blow to resist as she shoved him back. His expression matched hers in surprise and outrage, though for obviously different reasons, his hand reaching up to clutch his cheek as if that would ease the fleeting pain as he stumbled back. Abe almost tripped over the chair he’d been sitting in minutes before, alcohol fuelled clumsiness causing him to wobble precariously as his foot caught the chair leg.
He was too shocked to protest as she snapped at him, obviously fuming about his advance. It hadn’t exactly gone as he’d expected. Then again he’d definitely been thinking with his pants, half imagining the kiss would lead to them sweeping everything off his newly ordered desk and getting thoroughly reacquainted. Instead he could only watch as Jacaranda stormed out, returning only to retrieve her shoes an jacket. Abe sprung to action as the door began to slam shut for a second time.
”Jacaranda wait!” He called after her, wincing as the door met frame with a second loud bang. ”I’m sorry!” In hindsight he’d been perhaps a little too forward. Abe reached for the door handle, trying and failing to follow her out into the corridor. Bugger, locking charm. He fished his wand out of his pocket, muttering a couple of simple counter-charms and giving the handle a good rattle between spells. No luck, she really must be pissed and Abe knew all too well that if Jac wanted something locked it was damn well going stay that way.
Merlin, he just had to hope she hadn’t used one of the safe locking charms accountants were notorious for. A couple more failed attempts and Abe slumped against the door defeated for now. He traipsed back to his desk, retrieving the whiskey and taking a swig straight from the bottle. ”Well Pickle.” Abe reached out and ruffled a couple of fingers across the guinea pig’s currently royal blue fur. ”It could have gone worse.” [/font]
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