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it was safe to say that seeing as he worked in the place, samuel wouldn't want to be there any more than he had to. but the fact was that honeydukes sweetshop was the best in hogsmeade. in fact, it was the best around. the chocolate was amazing, although he'd avoid white chocolate because it was just too sickly sweet. he could handle like a little bit. as in, one square, but anything else and he just felt sick. it was awfully sweet. he'd rather milk chocolate, or at least dark chocolate, because chocolate was meant to be brown. end of. white chocolate was just not right. the sweets they did in the store were amazing too, especially the lollipops that they did. he loved them. but the chocolate had to be his favourite. he liked chocolate, as long as it was normal of course.

so once sam was dressed in his awesome outfit, he headed out the door of his apartment and into the street, wandering his way down to the sweet store. he'd had a hangover last night, as he'd finished off a bottle of firewhisky to himself, to celebrate the fact (again) that he was legally old enough to drink alcohol. he'd woken up with a nice head ache, and once it had finally calmed down, he wanted chocolate. it was one of his hangover treats. many fancied bacon rolls, fried egg sandwiches, or something normal like that, but he wanted chocolate. and now. pushing the door open, he headed to his favourite display of chocolates and busied himself with picking the right one. yes, he did work there, and yes, he did put these stuff on the shelves, but he still had to think about this. he could get a few different types, so he picked up a plain milk chocolate bar. sam felt someone tap him on the shoulder and he turned around to see who the hell it was.

he was not working today. that was a fact. he wasn't in his uniform, he wasn't wearing his false smile, and he wasn't there to help the customers. he was also not getting paid for this. in fact, it was the opposite. he would be paying of course for the chocolate. he had decided to take the job after he left hogwarts, and couldn't think of what he wanted to do. he didn't like any of the trainee courses available, and so he'd decided that he would just stick with this job, as it was a nice place at least, and he thought he may get discount. he loved honeydukes, so that would always be good. and it was close to his home too because he'd taken an appartment in hogsmeade, so it was not a ten minute walk into the village to get to work. it was close enough to be convenient, but far enough away so that he could avoid it if he truly got sick of it.

the only other option of a home was a house in spinners end with his mother and the guy pretending to be his dad. okay so his sister lived there too, and that would be the only draw for him, as he loved her dearly, but he didn't like his step father, or who his mother was around him, and he would get easily agitated, and that wasn't good for ali. she didn't need to see him arguing with them, it would make her want to do it too and that would be a bad example. all he wanted was to be someone she could be proud to call a brother, and okay so shelf stacker wasn't the best thing out there, at least it wasn't criminal, as he'd known of people out there that made their riches from other people's things, and selling them. he wasn't going to be one of those people. he'd make his own way and he'd do it fairly. he'd deserve everything that he got. ”look i don't know what you want but i'm not on duty at the moment, so get out of my face"

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Being seventeen and living nearby to Hogwarts had its advantages. Of course there were still loads more disadvantages to living there and being seventeen also, but one of the benefits was that she was practically living on top of the wizarding village nearby. Despite how much she hated Hogwarts, she loved Hogsmede. It was full of interesting shops, which was more than she could say for most places in London, where Muggles seemed to teem in various places. Why was it that the places she loved had to be swarming with unclean people and animals? So she had been pleased to find that she did not have to deal with this problem in Hogsmede. Indeed, the small village had fast become one of her favourite places to be. Seeing as she had no business being at the school any longer, what with it being the summer, not to mention that she’d vacated the castle the minute she was told she could, she needed to find something to do with her time. The village also enabled her to make the most of the time she had before undoubtedly someone other than herself decided her life choices for her. They couldn’t do anything whilst she wasn’t around though, because they couldn’t see her, or read her mind, so they couldn’t stop her from applying for jobs nearby, or even to stop her from wandering around, without any real sense of purpose.

Today was just such an example. Since she was doing her best to avoid anybody that looked familiar, she had turned instantly towards the sweet shop on her left, almost as soon as she had arrived. Unlike most people, Evie had the gift of being decisive and impulsive, meaning that she seldom ever thought about the consequences of her actions and as thus, was able to make decisions, which would confuse others for ages in a matter of seconds. There was no need for pausing or uncertainty in her life. So, here she stood, in the middle of the famous sweetshop, glancing occasionally at the shelves, as she walked around, considering the different products that were on offer. When she walked around the next corner, she spotted what she wanted instantly. Attempting to reach the box was bad enough, but there seemed to be a figure in her way also. Rolling her eyes at the other person’s badly selected place to stand, she tapped him on the shoulder, so that she could inform him of his foolish mistake. She hadn’t been expecting the reaction she got however. What was more, he was acting as though this was somehow her fault, rather than his. If he hadn’t been in her way, she would never have needed to tell him.

Shaking off her surprise, she shrugged, looking unbothered by his tone of voice. “I really could not care less whether you’re on duty, off or whatever else. It doesn’t give you the right to stand in my way.”

[/color] Normally, she would have been nicer than she was currently being towards this guy, but if he was going to be like that, she wasn’t going to be any different. “I mean, I only wanted your help to reach that box of sweets on the top shelf, but if you’re going to be a bitch about it, I’ll be only too happy to do the same.”[/color] Huffing, she turned her attention from him, in order to indicate towards the shelf she meant. “I suppose you’ll be telling me that it’s my fault I’m too short next.”[/color] In her dismay at this guy’s aggressive nature towards her, when she hadn’t done anything, she had overlooked something. Wait, didn’t she recognise him? Oh well, it must just have been because he was as annoying there as he was being here. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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[samuelcooper]

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samuel lived in the apartments in hogsmeade. he'd gotten himself one because he loved the little wizarding village, it was all nice and stuff, and it was close to work, so he didn't have to apparate anywhere, because he didn't like the feeling of apparation. it was like being swallowed by darkness and then spun around randomly. it made him dizzy and he'd never got used to the feeling. he hated that feeling. it was sucky. anyway. what was he doing? oh yeah, working his ass off and stacking shelves. great. that was a promising future. this wasn't looking good.

samuel had hoped at least that he would make a better life for himself, but here he was, stacking shelves in honeydukes. he didn't even have a girlfriend. he wanted one though because he was kind of lonely. but then again, if he kept snapping at people like he did just then, he wouldn't get anywhere. he turned to offer his apologies. "look, sorry, but i've not had a fantastic day and i have a hangover and a headache. i'm not usually this damned snappy, but my day's sucked. "

[/color] he replied, not really looking at the person because he could barely see through his hangover vision. at least he had not been working now. he was off duty as he had so kindly said.

"oh."[/color] he said with a frown. she was pretty. why did he not know her? he usually knew all the pretty girls because he was just that type of guy. he wasn't a player, although he did sleep with some random girl every now and again. he'd had a fuck buddy to a while back but he'd ended it because she wanted more and he dind't feel that way about her. why did she have to be so snappy back to him? it kind of took her attraction down a little. that was a bummer. what did she want? his eyes followed where she was pointing. "I'm sorry that i was so rude. i'll get you the box if you still want me to"[/color] he said with a shrug.

as he was tall, reaching it for her was easy. he took it down and held it in his hands, his cute smile on his face. why would he have a go at her saying it was her fault that she was short? that was silly. why were girls so silly and complex and stuff? and why did guys have to like, follow them around like puppies who'd lost their way? it confused him. "here. forgive me?"[/color] he asked, stopping himself from smiling, and pulling his best puppy dog face. he was a sweetheart really![/font][/size][/justify][/blockquote]

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As was the typical regime for Evelyn Dalton, she had previously been in a stunning mood, if such a thing existed. Obviously good moods existed, but as for whether stunning could be used to describe one, she wasn’t entirely confident. But now, she was a little bit more irritable than when she had first entered the shop. Don’t get me wrong; she wasn’t about to bite anyone’s head off. She rarely got that kind of angry. It was more a sort of dislike of people speaking to her in that tone. But it wasn’t like she was about to be bitchy throughout the duration of any conversation now. She was above that. As long as he apologised, and she believed that he was being sincere in his words, she’d allow his first comment to slide past. Pouting, she allowed herself a small smile as he tried to make some amends for his previous snappy comments in her direction. “You know the solution to your problems?”

[/color] she asked, turning her attention to a box on her left. “Don’t drink. It’s simple really. Much like you.”[/color] If she hadn’t had heard his apology, she might have said something similar to this, but with an obvious undertone of hatred. There was no bad tone accompanying her words though. Just a small inflection that might have revealed her joke mockery of his issues. “I’m sorry to hear that anyway. But, it seems obvious that you had a good night.”[/color] It also told one the amount that someone had drunk.

Glancing at him briefly, before nodding, she watched him reach for the product that she had been craving from the very minute she had first seen it. Regardless of what she was thinking at that moment, she couldn’t escape this sense of remembering him from somewhere else. It should have been obvious, seeing as she didn’t really go out to many different places in England, but then there was always the possibility that she had seen him in a small marketplace somewhere abroad in an exotic holiday destination. This made it all sound a lot more exciting than her holidays usually were. Whilst she usually found herself mixing with her family in different foreign locations, she didn’t generally go around people watching. And she certainly didn’t start taking down mental notes of the people she met whilst outside of her normal region. So that was unlikely to be where she had seen him. It was still possible that he was Slovakian, or whatever weird other nationality, but she doubted it. He seemed too British for that. That wasn’t to say that he couldn’t be of East European origin, just that she wouldn’t have believed anyone telling her that he was. His accent was the main factor in influencing her decision. No, he wasn’t Slovakian.

“That’s nice of you to offer,”[/color] she replied, the same smile growing as he became sweeter by the second. So preoccupied was he with trying to make her like him again, that she found herself unable to resist messing with his head for a couple of seconds. Smiling sweetly, she twirled on the spot and pointed to a box a few spaces away from the one he had reached to hand to her. “It was actually that one I wanted though.”[/color] Would he believe her? It was all just harmless fun, right? It wasn’t like she was doing it to deliberately aggravate the boy as much as possible, although she did feel a small sense of satisfaction. “Oh no, wait, sorry, it’s actually the one to the right of the last one.”[/color] With one more mistaken order, she found herself struggling to control her emotions, and bursting into a fit of giggles. When she managed to straighten herself up, she grinned. “No, just joking. The first one was the correct box.”[/color] It probably wasn’t as amusing as she had thought it to be, but as long as he wasn’t easily annoyed, she doubted he would mind that much. Truth be told, he wasn’t as bad as she had primarily thought. He actually seemed like a passable guy, despite his bad hangover moods. Taking the box from his hands, her over-eagerness resulted in her accidentally brushing her hand against his own. Blushing slightly, when she noticed, she quickly recovered by placing the same grin on her face.
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[samuelcooper]

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Why did she have to pick today to come in and talk to him? If she'd picked tomorrow or something, if she'd walked in and asked him for his help, he wouldn't have snapped at her and gave her his help happily without question, because he wouldn't be hung over with a head ache and annoyed at people bothering him. He would have turned around with a smile and then offered to get it for her without biting her head off. maybe he would have made her smile, made her laugh, and got her to smile at him and whatever, and then maybe he'd be quids in. so to speak. "coffee, chocolate and a conversation with a lovely girl. two down. one to go"

[/color] he joked, knowing that she was going to say that he shouldn't drink. he knew drinking was bad sometimes, especially after this hangover, and he was pretty sure that he'd never ever drink again. he'd said that in the past, but he clearly meant it this time. did she call him simple? "i am simple yes, compared to the complicated workings of a girls brain. they always have to make things more complicated and i really don't get why."[/color] he said with a shrug. they'd always come up with intricate plans and stuff, and sam preferred to just wing it and see where that got him. she didn't sound harsh at least, that was a good sign. "Thanks. and I don't know, I don't remember much of it. it's all fuzzy. like someone's confunded me or something."[/color] he said, as that was the only way he could think of it. like he was missing bits, and it felt a bit like someone had confunded him to think it was all a dream. maybe they had, because he'd had way to good a time. he'd not gone home with a girl, at least, so he didn't like smell of sex or anything, that was a good sign. he probably had a good night, and from what he remembered it had been fantastic. but he was never drinking again. ever.

Samuel was relatively tall, which was great when working as a shelf stacker, because if he was a midget, he wouldn't be able to reach the higher shelves and stuff, and that would suck because then he'd be no help to the customers to reach higher products, and he wouldn't be able to put stuff up there. that's what she said. wait. what? uh, shelving. he could use magic he supposed, but he didn't want to risk breaking anything because if it was expensive or some crap he would have to pay for it and that would suck. yeah, he said it, it would suck. like what if the spell went wrong and blew apart half the store? he'd be screwed then, where the hell would he get his chocolate from? oh, and of course he'd have to pay for the damages. glass and cement and brick and all that crap would cost a lot. it wasn't like you could just use reparo on it all and have it slot back into place. the glass, maybe, but that was about it, and that wouldn't be good if there was no window frame to hold it. and what about all the candy that would be wasted? the chocolate and the lollipops and all that? he couldn't bear such things to go to waste, so he liked his height. yeah. did he recognise her for some reason? Yeah! She'd just been in Hogwarts! That had to be it, he'd seen her in the great hall or something. Yeah, because Sam had literally just left Hogwarts. It had been his final year, and he and most of his friends had left, including his ex girlfriend Vicky, although technically she’d left to go to France first, but he heard she was skulking around town. He didn’t want to run into her yet, that would get awkward.

She was smiling at him, that had to be a good sign, so she wasn't so put off by his bad attitude at first. that was good, it saved him a whole lot of trouble. he smirked when she started to twirl. his eyes glanced over her body, working his way up, and her twirling managed to give him a fantastic view. that was good. not bad. not bad at all. okay, yeah. he could dig that. all night long. what? wait. no, she looked to innocent to be doing stuff like that all night long. although that thought amused him and slightly excited him. he could so help her get rid of that fantastic innocence. not straight away unless she was offering though, and seeing as she didn't seem the type to be offering, he would just have to play it cool and be nice, and see if a date would do the trick. he doubted it, but with a body like that she'd be worth a try. besides, he wasn't all about the sex, maybe they would have matching personalities. sure, sex was great and that, but he knew it would be better with someone who's company you enjoyed. he raised his eyebrows when she pointed to another one, and before he could go to reach it, she pointed another one out to him, so he raised his eyebrows and reaching for that one, but then she stopped him again, just as he pulled it down toward him. "that's okay, i was getting this for myself anyway"[/color] he said with a laugh. ah, so she liked to play games like that? He smirked when her hand brushed his and she blushed, and before she could remove her hand, he caught it and brought it to his lips, pressing a quick kiss there and grinning randomly. ”It’s nice to meet you, I’m Samuel Cooper, please call me Sam”[/color] he introduced himself, dropping her hand lightly and running his own through his hair.[/font][/size][/justify][/blockquote]

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It was difficult to argue with that standard of logic. She had to admit that the average girl of her age wasn’t for making things simpler for other people. They also tended to complicate matters by thinking too much on one topic. But this wasn’t true for all persons of the female variety. She was living proof of that. So, even if the majority of women couldn’t ever leave a certain thing alone, she was more than capable of doing so. His point, therefore, was accurate, yet also inaccurate. His remark had been somewhat of a sweeping generalisation anyhow. It was similar to other stereotypes about men that also weren’t entirely true. Such as that men always brought a conversation back to food or sex. Whilst this was shown throughout daily activities to be true in the majority of cases, it was ridiculous to assume that this was true for all men in all circumstances. Besides, she was sure that there were a number of women who reduced conversations down to food or sex also. It wasn’t just a male thing. The same went for the complex minds, many men also had this feature and it wasn’t always a bad quality. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she grinned playfully at his words, “Lucky that you found a lovely girl that appreciates the simple things more then, isn’t it?”

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Although it was true that Evie wasn’t the best looking of girls, indeed she had always believed whole-heartedly that there were numerous women who were noticeably more attractive than her; she had never really minded that much. She wasn’t one of those girls who obsessed about exercise or diet; because of how concerned she was with her weight or what other people thought of her. In her mind, the people she cared about liked her, and that was all that was important. Understandably due to this attitude, and her infamous clumsy nature, it was probably unsurprising that many boys thought her to be perfectly innocent. The truth of the matter was that she wasn’t as innocent as she appeared. However, she often felt no need to say otherwise. If she felt that she needed to prove something, she’d do it. There was no oohing and ahing about the situation, no time for contemplation. Besides the chaste look was one that never ceased to work for her. Nobody suspected her or accused her of anything. For the majority of times, the appearance and personality worked extremely well for her, except the clumsy part. That part she would happily do without, if possible. But being seventeen, she had long ago realised that it was not possible and so had accepted it and moved on.

She couldn’t even say why she was so quick to point out his obvious failings. It wasn’t like she was the perfect person either. But what was laughable about her joking criticism of him was that she was only too likely to do the same. If she was teetotal, her words might have carried more resonance. However, she had the advantage that he probably didn’t know all that much about her. At least not yet. She couldn’t deny that there was something intriguing about the boy in front of her, especially now that she’d managed to place him. As soon as she had worked it out, it seemed obvious. As in so obvious that she couldn’t believe she hadn’t realised immediately. Noticing that her game had had the desired effect, she gave a smug little smile, facing him once again. As much as she prided herself on being the decisive one, the one who could predict the behaviours of others, she couldn’t hide her expression when he kissed her hand. Being a Dalton, young suitors had kissed her hand before, but none of them had managed to cause the explosive chemical reaction that streamed through her body at this simple touch. “Of course you were,”[/color] she agreed, making it clear that she was just as convinced by his reason as he was. “Evelyn Dalton,”[/color] she returned his introduction, before concluding. “Please, Samuel, the pleasure is all mine.”[/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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[samuelcooper]

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Her grin was happy and playful, and he returned it with his own, crooked smile. Samuel was not the type of man who would think constantly on one thing, and how to reply. He preferred to wing it, and see where that got him. Although a lot of the time this did lead to him saying inappropriate things sometimes, especially around the older members of the community, who didn't understand nor appreciate the 'that's what she said' joke that he loved to use so much. the best had to be a friend who'd gone to watch a muggle film in the cinema out of curiosity. after they came out of the place, Sam asked them what they had thought, and he replied that 'it was really long'. well, that's what she said! it was one of the best because of the look on their friends face as they tried to reply normally, and every reply managed to turn into a 'that's what she said' joke. whoever she was, she said a whole lot of things! he would love to know this girl, it would be interesting to talk with her! of course, he was joking mentally with this. he did that a lot too, and sometimes even managed to make himself laugh aloud. if he got really bored he would do a running commentary in his head for himself, commenting on everything from people to the weather, and amusing himself by making it funny. yeah, he did that, he knew, it was kind of bad, but he'd rather do that than die of boredom. "Lucky isn't the word i would chose. Blessed fits better i think"

[/color] he said, his tongue darting out and running itself over his lips quickly, before returning home, to which the same smile returned.

Sam's eyes were scanning her body, and wasn't being fantastically subtle about it either, but subtle wasn't sam's style, to be honest, because he couldn't do subtle at all, it wasn't how he rolled. She was pretty, her face, her eyes and her hair all suited her, which was good because she'd be pretty screwed otherwise, and she knew how to dress her body nicely, and the shirt was funny and cute. The jeans accented her legs, and the heels made them longer. It all tied in nicely too as the shoes matched the colour of the shirt. God she was good. her lips were nice too, all equal and nice and stuff. now he was staring. oh well. look away. now sam! his eyes dragged up, but dropped back down again so he was still staring. stop. now. his eyes fell this time to rest on her legs. they were a nice pair of legs, if he said so himself. god, why was he thinking of her like that? oh, wait. she was hot. that explained it all. Her hair fell nicely around her face, framing it well, and accenting her pretty eyes even more. this detailed analysis was all going on in his head of course, because if he said this all out loud he'd probably get a slap. she was too pretty to fall for him so easily no doubt. Sam wasn’t the classiest of guys out there, and she looked like above all, that she had class. She looked well dressed and all prim and proper, and he was sure that no doubt she came from one of the more well known and influential families in the wizarding world. But which one?

If there was one thing she should learn about Samuel, was that he liked the unexpected. he liked random, last minute decisions, winging it, and he liked not really having a plan. If you planned something, all the spontaneity was gone, as was the excitement, and where was the fun in something if it wasn't exciting? So surprises, excitement and winging it were the three things that Samuel Cooper loved the most. So when he surprised her with the kiss to her hand, he couldn't help but grin. He enjoyed passing on surprise to others and doing the unexpected thing, so that was why the kiss had seemed like a good way to go, and he'd been right too, as she'd not looked like she'd seen that coming. Dalton. well, it was her turn to surprise him. She'd known she was from a highly influential family no doubt by the way that she acted, but a Dalton? really? he knew about them thanks to the whole fuss about them turning up at Hogwarts, and hating every minute they'd spent there. "Evelyn, that's a beautiful name there, although obviously not as hot as Samuel"[/color] he joked with a wink and a chuckle. "darlin', your not looking through my eyes I assure you"[/color] Samuel said with a smile. she was pretty and witty and funny, and it made him want to watch her for ages.[/font][/size][/justify][/blockquote]

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So he honestly thought that he was lucky to have met her today? It was a weird place to meet someone that you wanted to see again. Her tongue touching the roof of her mouth, as she continued to dwell on this thought, she almost forgot that there were other people around her, including one that she was supposed to be talking to her. Well, she wasn’t being forced to stay there and talk to him, but seeing as she’d managed to fall into conversation with the boy, she figured she had time to spare. Especially if the other person involved was he. Even with a hangover, he had somewhat a charming personality about him, as though he could charm anything and anyone, if he wanted to. This was a more than welcome change to some of the men she’d had to endure countless boring hours sitting with in the past. He looked as though he’d entertain more than they had, although this wasn’t very difficult. But more importantly, he had the ability to make her laugh, something that she needed. Maybe the reason that she liked people like him was because she saw them having far more in common than the type of men she was expected to get married to. Whilst they were dull, she wasn’t as quiet and reserved as they might suspect. For meeting people, Evie did most of this when she was out dancing and drinking. Yes, Evelyn Dalton was a true example of just how much appearances could be deceiving.

“I know my body is astounding, but believe it or not, my face is actually up here,”

[/color] she commented, shaking her head at the boy’s lack of control and obvious staring. The one good thing about girls was that people didn’t expect them to be searching someone’s body with their eyes as much as men apparently did. This meant she was able to get away with her own staring almost every time. Only once had the guy in question noticed. Maybe she was just better at hiding it than the average man? Or maybe it was that whole ‘too innocent’ look she had going on. People never suspected innocent girls of staring at men, or examining every visible inch of their body. In truth, she wasn’t that bothered that his gaze never seemed to leave her body for long, it was a change to the people she usually spent time with, who tended to treat her as though she was thirteen years old, as opposed to an adult. Still, it was always nicer to be able to focus on the face of the person you were talking to, even if the prospect of their body was just as appealing a thought. She wasn’t bothered if he continued to look, but from his expression, he liked it more than she did, which was a weird concept. Would he faint if she had come into the shop, wearing a swimsuit? Of course, she wouldn’t have done this, because it would have been a crazy thing to do, but also because her body should ‘only be seen by the man that she married’ according to the Dalton adults.

Her eyes widened slightly, at his lack of reaction to her given name. She probably would have received a better reaction if she said her name was some outrageous thing like Kelchub Aniemalei. Although, she wasn’t sure that anyone would be able to ignore a name like that, should it ever be given to a child – it was just a really strange name. “Thank you,”[/color] she replied brightly, “But that’s not the reaction I usually get. Most people are intimidated by my surname. I can’t imagine why.”[/color] It was obvious to any person who’d heard of her family’s activities as to why most people didn’t choose to behave normally around her after hearing that she belonged to the same clan. Did this mean that people failed to associate her with whatever impressions they had? She wasn’t entirely sure whether she should take this as a compliment or an insult. Sensing this discrepancy could go on for a long time, she decided to resolve it. Not that it needed resolving, but the answer seemed pretty clear to her. “So, to conclude - you’re hot, I’m hot and we’re both lucky to have met each other.”[/color] Smiling rather smugly, as though she’d solved some particularly difficult riddle, she laughed at his expression. “Well, we could hardly dispute the logic of your t-shirt, could we?”[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

tagged; samuel charles cooper.
word count; seven-five-zero.
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i have to say; evie gets plottage (;

[samuelcooper]

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Okay, so today Sam really hadn't expected anything like this. The most he was expecting from today was a nice day in bed, preferably with a cup of hot chocolate and one huge box of painkillers. But this would do. Besides, he could always put off his date with more sleep a little bit later, it wasn't as if he hadn't gotten any, it was just that he was ultimately looking for more today, because it helped him get over the huge headache that was hanging over him, and the sick feeling that he would probably experience again a little later. For sure though it wasn't effecting the charms that he had, because she seemed enthralled by his magnetic personality, even if he'd snapped at her at first. Maybe his looks had helped too, as he was hot. That was undeniable, and she seemed to have great taste, in sweets and in clothing, so it made sense that her taste in men was just as good too. The way she'd looked at him made him think that indeed, her taste in men was amazing. She looked as though she was going to stick around and talk to him, and that let him know that there was something there, some draw for her at least, which meant that indeed, he had been right. She seemed like someone who wouldn't agree with his lifestyle though, because Samuel, as you could tell, liked a drink, and he also liked to party, and Trevor Schumacher was one of the people that knew that well too, although Sam could take much more alcohol than Trevor could, because one or two firewhisky’s were enough to do Trevor in, whilst Sam could take a whole lot more. He tended to go more for muggle drink though when he could, as there were so many tastes and stuff that it was a great change from the same old burning feeling. He doubted, however, that this girl right here had ever even thought about taking a sip of anything alcoholic. No, she looked way to innocent, and Sam wasn't even going to even go there with the sex part of his lifestyle.

Sam smirked when she decided to give him directions. "I know perfectly well, gorgeous, where your face is, and believe me, it's just as astounding as your body, but I don't think I can tear my eyes away just yet, although thanks for the directions when I feel the need for a change"

[/color] he said with a wink, looking up for a second to note her expression, then letting them wander again over her body, working from the bottom up, to make an even more detailed analysis of her body shape in his head. She had curves in all the right places, knew how to dress herself, and did have an astounding body. In short, she was smokin'. Once he was done with his lovely little evaluation, his eyes moved up to pick at the details on her face, starting with her eyes. They were pretty, a lovely colour and seemed to have a little unique sparkle in them. He couldn't explain it, but he'd not seen that little sparkle anywhere else lately. It was as if it was saying, 'i know something you don't know and I’m not gonna tell you', if that made sense. Like she was keeping something back, a little part of her, and that she was happy with that part of her being hidden, because it meant that no one could toy with it. Not even him. He'd have to change that. You see, sometimes Sam could be very good at reading body language and such because it helped him when he was trying to pull. He could search the room and find any girl that was interested. How epic a gift was that? He could tell by the way they were, how they looked, the expression on their face, and the way that they played with their hair. They were game. But with this girl, Evie, he wasn't sure yet, as this little twinkle had caught his eye.

So by her reaction, and the bright little tone of her answer, she was glad at last for someone to recognise her as something other than a Dalton kid? Ohh that was interesting. He should mention that he knew them of course, because most people did, but other than that, he shouldn't make too much of a fuss about it, that would annoy her just as much as her family seemed to. Maybe he was reading too much into this. He was going to stop now. "Well to be fair, Evie is such a beautiful name that the surname doesn't steal my attention as much as your first name does. And as for intimidated by your last name, the Dalton's are indeed an influential family, but they've not reached out and touched the corners of my life, so there's no reason for me to be afraid of them"[/color] He said with a shrug. He didn't know why he should be scared of a family that he didn't associate with. well, until now, but it was the Dalton adults that held the supreme influence, right? And he'd not met any of them, so there was really no reason for him to be quaking in his converse. Sure, he knew that they had more traditional beliefs, or kind of did at least, but they wouldn't be able to touch him anyway, his life had nothing to do with theirs, so they could keep their noses out. "Exactly. That's a nice summery there, I like girls who like things, to the point"[/color] he said with a smirk. Ah, yes, summaries were good because otherwise, things could drag out and go on for ages when they could be so easily resolved. And she admitted he was hot? Well that was good, he was right about her gaze earlier then. She had stuck around after all, though, so he'd practically known it, although hearing her confirm it was good. "No, this T-shirt speaks the truth, and you can't fight the truth, even if some people can't handle it"[/color] he said with a smirk. His T-Shirt was hot, admit it, any guy would want this t-shirt too.
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As far as days went, this was turning out to be better than she thought it would be. It was always a nice feeling to be rid of all of the Dalton expectations and pressures of her normal life. The same was true of anyone – everyone liked to have a feeling of personal freedom at some point, if not frequently. Truth be told, she was fond of the other seven Daltons, but not of the adults, at least they weren’t her favourite people at the moment and they hadn’t done so much to her yet. It was the word ‘yet’ which made her nervous. Since they were living in the 21st century, she had foolishly been under the impression that arranged marriages had been ignored and stopped ion pureblood society. Apparently she had been wrong. What was there to stop her parents from liking the idea and marrying her off to some loser? Except he wouldn’t really be a loser, he’d be some millionaire guy. Someone fitting for a Dalton girl to marry, of course. But, for now, she was eternally grateful that her aunt and uncle had pulled the focus on their oldest children, allowing her to make her own decisions and enjoy life as it came. The best thing about it all was that the decisions that affected her were her own and nobody else’s. It was a wonderful feeling to be permitted to make your own mistakes. Evidently she didn’t want to make every mistake that one could make, but merely have the choice to do so.

One thing was evident from this conversation, and it was a good thing. She clearly had the advantage here. She had the power to confuse, to mess with his emotions, to irritate or upset, based on her mood, due to the lack of information he knew about her. Which gave her the control over which way this meeting would go, seeing as she could read his body language easily, but she had become almost an expert at hiding certain aspects, similar to a talent that most of the Daltons seemed to have. Now, while he could guess as to her feelings and thoughts according to her current expression and speech, it was doubtful that he would know everything. For example, she probably looked like a very complicated girl, but honestly, she was quite simple, in female complexity terms. She wasn’t simple in intelligence terms. Although it wouldn’t have been a lie to say that she wasn’t the smartest of the family, she was probably somewhere of about average intelligence. To get good grades, she’d had to work extremely hard. Not that she believed that her parents would accept grades of a lower standard. Normally, she wouldn’t have bothered, but she’d worked out that if she got good grades in her last compulsory year of schooling, she could justify her decision to leave education. Not that she knew why the children remaining in education was so important to the adults. It was weird.

Seeing as she was almost certain now that he was just as stubborn, if not more than herself, she could see that it was pointless trying to persuade him to do something he didn’t want to do. It was also just as futile to try to prevent him from surveying her body. If she were particularly bothered by it, she would have walked away long ago, probably leaving him with a slapped face. But, she figured, he couldn’t help it. He was a teenage boy with teenage male hormones after all. Besides, she’d be a hypocrite, if she were to get angry and punch him in the face or whatever. Not that she’d punch him in the face. He hadn’t done anything to deserve that amount of aggression. “Be that as it may, it makes the art of conversation much more difficult when you can’t see the face of the other person,”

[/color] she commented, sounding somewhat more educated than previously. Using the extent of her vocabulary was done for either of two purposes: to shut someone up, or to impress. It didn’t take a genius to work out which reason was applicable here. The question that a genius would have been suited to was the one of why she was so attracted to this conversation and the boy involved. She never usually took such an interest in other people, especially ones who snapped at her in a way of greeting.

Raising an eyebrow at his response, she wondered whether he was telling her the full true account. Deciding almost immediately that she didn’t especially care either way, she smiled at his compliment once again. “Nice try,”[/color] she replied, giving him the smallest of glances from top to bottom, as she circled him slightly, whilst speaking still. “But you can save the lines for the other girls.”[/color] It was amazing how much information could be found in one simple sentence and movement. It was obvious that she wasd referring to him being with several other girls, but not showing any sign of minding about this. She’d also let on that the pick up lines and showering with gifts and compliments didn’t work for her. With any more participation from her, he’d know much more about her than she originally planned to reveal. She still had the upper hand however, and no matter what happened, she planned to keep it. Let him think, act however he pleased, she was still ultimately the one that his actions depended upon. Replicating a version of his familiar smirk, she moved towards him, as though daring him to try something. “It’s convincing,”[/color] she admitted, still with the playful expression present. “But I think I’ll still need some more proof to verify the t-shirt’s claims completely.”[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

tagged; samuel charles cooper.
word count; nine-six-zero.
and the outfit; click here to see!
i have to say; evie gets plottage (;

[samuelcooper]

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Samuel had to admit that as far as the day was going, this didn't seem as bad as he thought it would be. His headache was letting up, and he'd met this girl. This, well, pretty hot, and quite interesting girl. She would probably make the chase very interesting, which was great because he lived for the chase, as it was interesting and exciting, and that was why Sam didn't last long after the chase, because when they gave in it got boring and normal, and then they slipped into a routine and it was just so unadventurous and uninteresting. But this girl, she would make the chase interesting at least, and maybe she could hold his interest afterward. There was one thing that Sam knew for sure at least, he'd eventually get into her pants, but it would probably take a while, she looked very innocent, so it may take a bit of persuading. Anyway, back to the present, correct? As Sam pretty much lived in the present, considering his past wasn't so nice. As far as family situations went, his wasn't the perfect one. His mother and father met and married and had him and whatever, blah blah blah. They had his sister too of course, Alia, she was amazing. He loved Alia to pieces, and would do anything to keep her from getting hurt, including lying to her. Then there came the not so nice stuff. His mother and dad divorced, and his dad, after losing the love of his life, kind of became depressed. It wasn't like they'd had the perfect marriage, they had argued like hell, but still, he loved her. Anyone could tell that, even Sam.

Then he got news that his dad had been so depressed that he couldn't bear to live anymore, not even for his children, and he took his own life. Sam had known that Alia wouldn't understand, and when she did she would blame herself, so they lied to her, Sam coming up with the idea, and told her that their dad died of illness. He wasn't a bad man, he just made bad choices, and Sam couldn't let Alia be punished for that, so he lied to her the most, keeping her from harm. She never found out, and he hoped to god that she never did, because it would crush her. He didn't like lying to her, but he had no other choice. He didn't want to end up like his father either, wanting to die because you lost someone that you loved, so he did kind of edge away from relationships, stopping them when they got too close. He wasn't a coward, he just didn't want to disappoint his sister, and he didn't want his step father lying and telling her that her brother had died of illness too. Could heartbreak be called an illness? Sam could never do that to Ali, and he'd never let himself sink that low either, but he wanted to make sure that he'd never get too hurt, that he didn't want to take another breath.

Present, yes, enough explanations, because it would only make him hurt more, considering the epic amount that he'd loved his dad. Evie was just lucky to have family left, and as they were the Dalton's, Sam was sure that there was plenty of that family to go around. He'd not met any of them other than Evie, and frankly he couldn't care less, he just knew that he had to watch himself thanks to the lot of them because if he hurt Evie, no doubt that there would be a few of them that would come a knocking, and he didn't want that, considering that they were probably fluent in death eater. He could imagine them cracking their knuckles and reaching for their wands now, and that would be bad, considering that he wasn't too fast with his wand. His wooden wand, ladies, calm down! Magical wand wasn't the most clarifying of descriptions either. Anyway, the point was, he didn't want to end up completely fucked up in a back alley, just for one girl, but she seemed that she'd be worth the risk, and now he'd seen her and contemplated it, he couldn't not go after her, that would be like slapping god in the face and telling him to get lost. She'd met him, she'd been put right in front of him, and he was so going to tap that, for want of a better phrase.

She was stubborn, Sam could tell that. She was intelligent, she had that vibe too, and more than that, she kind of also gave off the 'i know your looking and I don’t care' vibe, and she hadn't slapped, kicked or punched him yet, so he guessed that he was right about that. "well then, if you wish it, I'll look at your face. Besides, it's equally as amazing as your body so it's a win win situation"

[/color] he added with a shrug, smirking and meeting her eyes. She did have nice eyes, and great lips, so he had something to look at. See, there it was, the smart aspect that he'd sensed coming through. She sounded well educated, impressive, although it wasn't like the Dalton children would have third rate teachers would they? Their tutors would be the best that money could hire, and so Sam didn't even look phased at her advanced vocabulary. He could of course combat it with his own, but he couldn't be bothered to open up the dictionary box in his mind, as it was shoved right at the back. The nothing box was open at the moment, and he loved that box, it was fantastic. It always amazed women that men could think of nothing, and tons of them had told him it wasn't possible, but honestly it was. Women just couldn't think of nothing because they had the unbeatable urge to always over analyse everything. They analysed even the smallest details that men did, trying to figure out what he meant by it, but the chances were that if he said it, he didn't think before he did, and he probably meant just what he said, and there was no deeper meaning. 'i really like that dress' did not mean, 'i really like to see that dress on you, you should get it, even though it costs over a hundred pounds,' because the chances were that he was probably imagining that dress off you, not on.

Samuel smirked as she circled him, and he ran his hands through his hair, puffing his chest out a little, accenting the muscles that he'd gained from his exorcising. Yes, he did exorcise a lot. He liked to ride, like, brooms of course. And he loved to run, running was good to wake him up in the morning, but he had to shower first, so he could open his eyes, and there were of course a few other morning things that he had to take care of that came with being a guy, but he'd spare the details. Okay, so quick, summary. Hogsmeade would not make a good drop off point for food packages because it would mean breaching the secrecy act. Wait, what did she say? Oh, so lines didn't work on her? Why did his thoughts have a tendancy to wander off into random things again? Oh, yeah, the nothing box was wide open. He was so easily distracted it was ridiculous. Smart, funny, lines didn't work on her, nice face, pretty eyes, great lips, fantastic ass and her body was all in all at least a 9. "I only use lines on the girls that matter, but clearly, they won't work on you. I'm willing to bet that maybe the mushy stuff doesn't work on you either? So I shouldn't send a dozen roses your way with a nice and cheesy poem"[/color] he added, smirking. He was pretty sure he'd gotten her right, but she'd not given him much to work with. And she'd mentioned other girls in a tone that made him think that she didn't care. Nice, so she knew a bit more about him than girls usually did. At least he didn't have to pretend about them, that was good. He was no stranger to women, but that was because one couldn't keep his attention for long enough after the chase was over. He was a little surprised when she stepped closer, but he didn't falter, keeping his smirk on his face. She was challenging him, no doubt. He moved even closer in one quick move, angling his head down toward her and cocking it to the side. "well, what would your mother say about that?"[/color] he whispered, smirking, then hovering his lips just a little away from hers. she smelled good.[/font][/size][/justify][/blockquote]

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TAGGED tis open!
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NOTES sorry it took so long!
CREDIT EMMA !?[/font]

[evelyn marie dalton]

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It was almost impossible for her to guess what he was thinking. Well, certain details were quite easily guessed. She could tell that he was interested, by how long he’d meant for this conversation to last, especially as he was still showing the signs of having had too much of a good thing last night. She figured that if she weren’t intriguing, he would have instantly turned away and yelled at her. But as to what he was currently thinking, or how he truly felt, she was as knowledgeable as the next person. While this would have bothered many a typical person, to not know the feelings of the other, she was less than concerned. It was true, that she had never taken to engaging in a conversation of this sort with any other guy that she liked the look of, but the fact remained that she was confident in her ability to stay emotionally detached. So, it didn’t matter particularly whether his intentions were honest ones or not. Actually, it probably would matter to other people, but she had no problem either way, since her intentions weren’t honest either. Why not enjoy what you had? It was strange how men were always expected to confirm that they were serious about a girl, but women were never asked this same question. Were people just more suspicious of the male gender by default? It certainly seemed that way, at times.

On the other hand, girls like her, whatever that phrase meant, were always thought to be pure and innocent, so nobody ever questioned their motives or thoughts. Shrugging this confusion off, she finally remembered that she had been standing in the middle of the stop, without a single thought to move away. As to how other customers had managed to get past, she had no idea. It seemed that she had been doing more than a little bit of evaluation of the boy stood in front of her. She needed to maintain her simple and easy emotional state. Anymore of this type of behaviour and she might as well have been drooling over him. That was something that she would never do, regardless of how she felt, or how attractive a guy might seem, it was not good social etiquette to do so. She never let her emotions get too involved, and this manner had served her well thus far in her life. Why change what was clearly a winning formula?

“No, that type of action would not bode well for you,”

[/color] she agreed, confirming his suspicions about her scepticism about the normal way that men went about wooing other girls. Of course, although it might have sounded like a threat, it was nothing of the sort, it was a mere warning that such actions would be a waste of both of their times. She wasn’t going to punch him if he started sending her flowers and pink gifts to where she worked, but she wouldn’t be impressed. She was far more likely to simply give him a look of contempt and shut the door in his face. It hadn’t had to be done in the past, seeing as very few guys had had the courage to pursue her in such ways, and the others who had managed to get her attention had gone about it in the normal way. Everything had been simple and obvious. There was no need to overcomplicate the situation with strange emotions or considerations, and this simplicity seemed to work for both parties, according to her previous experience. “But, if you only use the lines on the girls that matter, do you simply grunt at the others? Attractive.”[/color] She commented, giving him the same teasing grin and tone as she evaluated his manner of getting the girls he wanted. In reality, she had no doubt that he had next to no problems with this task. He had a lot of things going in his favour.

As a starting point, there was the fact that he was still incredibly confident in his appearance and personality, to even stop and consider a new approach. She liked confidence. Confidence was an appealing trait, no matter who was judging. Obviously, the amount of confidence that a person tolerated varied, but for Evelyn, they could be as self-assured as they wanted, it ultimately made no difference in how she approached the decision. She was the one who dictated how far, if anywhere, these people managed to get with her. That wasn’t to say that she liked to be the only one in control of the situation, if anything, she liked there to be an equal amount of power between the two – it was clear that she had her own mind. Smirking somewhat, when his face showed visible signs of surprise, she did not expect him to respond so quickly, and this allowed a small bout of wonder in her body to arise. Not permitting her face to display her surprise, she grinned another time, dismissing the mention of what her parents would think of her behaviour, before closing the space between their lips, in one fluid movement. Her lips found his and kissed him gently. She figured she deserved the chance to act as she wished. Who honestly cared what her mother thought?[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

tagged; samuel charles cooper.
word count; eight-eight-something.
and the outfit; click here to see!
i have to say; evie gets plottage (;

[samuelcooper]

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For many men it was hard to guess what a woman was thinking, because they knew the woman’s brain to be a complicated place. Wrong. Simple answer was that women were thinking little more than what they wanted in that second. The whole question of what women want was, in Sam's opinion a preposterous question. Why? The cheesy answer was always that they didn't know. Lies. They knew exactly what they wanted, but the craziness of this question comes into it when you ask when. When do they want this? And the answer will always be now. The reason being, that women don't know what they want in general, they know what they want in that moment, and it is impossible to tell if they will want that same thing the next time you ask them, because their wants can change like the seconds hand on the clock, so don't be fooled into thinking that if you get a woman to tell you what she wants and you get it for her, she'll be so happy that she'll fall into your arms, because who knows if, by the time you get it for her, she'll want it. Sam understood all of this, and he didn't try to get a woman what she wanted, he went way further than that. Sam, if serious about this, would make himself what she wanted. He'd make her think about him almost constantly, crave him, need to be near him, and then, he'd give them what they wanted, and get what he wanted right back. Fair trade, right? But it was a hard thing to do, to make her have him in her every other thought, especially when her wants would chance every minute or so, and he needed to be constant. It could take time, or it could be fast, depending on how impressionable she was. And she didn't seem that impressionable. This would be a challenge, he liked that, they were always more fun. And she looked like she'd be worth it.

Innocent, well, she looked that way, but Sam always knew to dig deeper under that, and to be honest, he knew that it was always the quiet ones that you had to watch out for. Although she didn't seem that quiet, he didn't mean the 'quiet ones' in that way. He meant the ones that no one suspected, the ones that people didn't spread rumours like that about. And she seemed to be one of those people. She had a smart mouth on her, she was beautiful, he couldn't see her never having been with a man, but if she hadn't that wouldn't be a problem, more like some sort of privilege, but then again, maybe, once again, she had been with a man, or more than that. She did seem like she knew what she wanted. She'd cast her eyes over him well enough, evaluating him, if you like. That was amusing, although he felt a little bit like cattle at a farmers market. He laughed inwardly at the idea of her being a farmer. She was clearly a high class girl, with rich family, and a big reputation because of them. A Dalton. He'd heard that name of course, he wasn't deaf. He'd heard their names many times, and as they were pure blood, they were a huge family in that world, and no doubt that they wouldn't approve of their daughter, fawning over some boy like him in a shop. Not because of his blood, that was fine, but they wouldn't like, for one, the way she was talking to him, the way he was watching her, or the thoughts he was having about her either. They probably didn't want their daughter in the presence of a shop boy, let alone dating one. Oh yes, Sam would date her. Many people were under the impression that he didn't date, but they were wrong. He would date someone he thought interesting, challenging, beautiful, and worth the time and effort to get to know. If she would allow it, he really wouldn't mind taking her out on a few dates, and if this all went wrong, well, maybe they could end up as friends, she seemed like the kind of girl that he could go and hang out with, she was easy to talk to at least.

He nodded, a knowing smile on his lips. He'd read that right then, good, he didn't want to be messing this up, and he'd spent a whole deal of time just then, reading her expressions and body language and trying to gauge what she went for and what she didn't like, and he was glad that this wasn't all wasted. "No, you like men who will show you what you mean to them in a way thats different to the usual. You don't want money and expensive gifts, if you wanted it your parents would have bought it for you by now, you would rather the more valuable gift of honesty. Tell me if I'm wrong. go on. Am I wrong?"

[/color] he asked playfully, grinning. He wasn't sure about this one, it seemed to fit but then it was still kind of a shot in the dark. He hoped he was right. "No. If a girl doesn't matter, then to me she isn't worth pursuing. Therefore, I give them no encouragement. They fawn after me, and they're the ones who chase me. Why work hard for something that you really don't care if you get or not? I could walk out of this store right now and find at least seven girls who would throw themselves at my feet, literally, that has happened, but none of them would be worth chasing, because at the moment, I'm in the company of the girl that has caught my attention enough for me to chase her."[/color] Sam replied honestly, and then after a second, he chuckled and turned his head to the right, and smiled. "Penny over there. Always comes in, picks up the same chocolate bar each time, reads the back, holds it, shakes her head, puts it down and then gets the one that she usually does."[/color] He explained, observing an old lady to his right, holding onto this same chocolate bar. He looked back at Evie with a playful grin on her face. She was really pretty. Evie, that was, although Penny was apparently good looking in her time too, but Sam didn't actually go in for the whole cougar thing. With anyone over 32. But he proffered people his age, they always had more chance of fawning over him, and it wouldn't be awkward because the chances of them having full grown kids were unlikely, and that made things less awkward.

Samuel could see that she was confident with herself, knowing her own body well, and she knew how to move it too, he could tell that. She knew what she wanted in that second it seemed, and he'd succeeded in a small goal. She wanted him, at least once, now he needed that to carry on through every thought of hers. He'd have to make her wait, think about him, wonder how it would go, what would happen, how he felt about her, how she felt about him, where would he take her, what would he say, would he still be interested, would he turn up. All these questions. He'd have her ask herself all of this, and then he'd show up, one week later, on their date. Assuming that she agreed. Maybe she wouldn't agree, maybe she'd not like that idea. Well he was asking anyway, and if she shot him down, not being the type to date, he'd have to work out another way to spend more time with her, get her wanting him. He'd give it a good go, to have Evelyn Dalton lusting after him, that would be a sight to see, considering that she seemed to be the innocent one. Not that he knew the rest. Anyway, back to the present. He grinned as she pressed her lips back to his and he gave it a second, not responding, just to make her wonder, but then his hands moved slowly and gently around her waist, pulling her a little closer. One of his hands moved to the back of her head, and he gently tipped it back just a little, before pressing his lips back and angling his head slightly. He kissed back gently, he wasn't going to push her, she was setting the limits right here, because she seemed to like some control, as she was in great control of herself.
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