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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 29, 2009 13:10:50 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK "Yes, I admit you can stand. But is the lady able to walk home?”
Kathleen put her hands on her hips like a mother getting ready to scold her naughty child. "I just barfed! It's not like I broke my leg," she joked playfully with Aiden.
"We mustn’t take any risks, m’lady. I would only blame myself if something were to happen to you.”
Aiden moved closer to her and began to lift her up. Kat grinned as her own childish face grew closer to Aiden's. "Is that so?" Even after she had thrown up not but ten minutes ago, Kat's friendly and positive demeanor continued to show itself. She allowed her long lashes to droop slowly over her twinkling grey eyes until they slowly lifted up again. She gazed over Aiden's face and locked eyes with him. It was a good thing that Aiden was holding her otherwise she would have toppled over due to his ability to make her go weak at her knees.
Word count is one eight zero. [/blockquote]
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 29, 2009 13:33:41 GMT -6
"Is that so?"
“Yes, it is so.” That was Aiden’s only reply, as his hazel eyes made compete contact with her own gray eyes. They were locked for a few moments where nothing else seemed to bother them. He was forced to look away from Kathleen’s eyes when the same Russian woman entered the door for the second time. You could tell there was annoyed look plastered on her face and whatever she said in Russian, you can once again tell it wasn’t anything meant for children’s ears. “I think it’s safe to say, this is our turn to exit.” he spoke, taking the opportunity as the woman held the door open; whose still appalled by the sight she just witnessed. “Thank-you, ma’am.” Aiden nodded towards the woman, now leaving the restrooms so she may continue on.
With Kathleen still sheltered in his arms, Aiden smiled at her as they left the bar and walked onto the streets. The contact between the two professors was thin as the night surrounded them. In the sky stars were out, almost as if they were in attempts to shine brighter than the streetlights. The moment hadn’t last long when Aiden glanced down at the woman in his arms. “I should guess this is where we go our separate ways,” Aiden replied, setting Kathleen gently down on the ground as that she may walk home, instead of him carrying her back to his place. Not that the idea wasn’t swarming back in the depths of his mind, which was the natural part of being a male.
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 29, 2009 13:47:50 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK A feeling arose in Kat's stomach as the two locked eyes. It was a feeling of lust and Kat wanted to kiss the young professor, even if they had just met that afternoon. The moment was interupted by the same angry Russian woman and Kat turned to Aiden.
“I think it’s safe to say, this is our turn to exit.”
Kathleen chuckled to herself as they exited the restroom, and soon Petrovski's. Outside on the streets, Kat, still cradled in Aiden's arms, looked up at the stars that shined brilliantly against the night sky. By the time she brought her gaze back down to the earth, they had reached her apartment. She gingerly placed her feet on the ground as Aiden lowered her.
So there they stood in absolute silence. “I should guess this is where we go our separate ways."
"I guess so," Kathleen nodded and began to fumble through her purse trying to find her apartment keys. Finally the small key emerged from her purse and Kat raised her head to speak once again to Aiden. "Aiden?" She spoke softly. "Would you like to come upstairs...for some coffee?" She added the last part ,even though she hated coffee, to make sure it didn't sound like and invitation for a booty call.
Word count is two nine two. [/blockquote]
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 29, 2009 14:05:09 GMT -6
"Aiden, would you like to come upstairs...for some coffee?"
Aiden lift his head as he watched Kathleen search for her key. For a moment he felt the sooner he was home, the sooner morning would come. Morning meant school, school meant students, and you had to teach students. Now he knew Professor Kathleen and had a chance meeting with her, scooping around the school would become a new hobby. But her invitation put that thought on hold, as the night would be able to continue. Aiden smirked haughtily when Kathleen seem to stumble with the last part of her request. He pretend not on having any ideas as she finished her statement about coffee.
“Coffee?” He questioned, humming at the thought of another serving of caffeine in a cup. “I never did have a second cup.” Aiden thought out loud, accepting her invitation. The apartment above them seem to have a natural charm and for a moment, Aiden thought upon the idea her place must be a lot pleasant than his apartment, which was more of a shack by some standards.
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 29, 2009 14:30:03 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK The night air of Derbent has turned quite chilly and Kat bit her bottom lip, all while hoping Aiden would accept her request. What is he said no? What would she say?
“Coffee? I never did have a second cup.”
Kat released her lip from her mouth's grasp and she let out a sigh as she turned around to open the door. The small apartment building, well, more of a set of three townhouses, was old, like any other building this side of Derbent. It was brick and covered totally in vines and ivy. Big casement windows lined the four identical buildings in a symmetrical way.
The door to her apartment opened and Kat stepped in. Her hand flicked the lightswitch on, letting the ceiling light illuminate her small, yet comfortable flat. She set her purse down on the sidetable that was the closest to the door. "Please, make yourself at home," Kat motioned to the empty loveseat in her living room as she made her way into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.
Kathleen wasn't much of a coffee maker, or a cook for that matter. Most of the time she ate at the cafeteria, out, or in very rare circumstances, if she had to stay in, packaged foods. Because of this, most of her pots and pans, although they were unpacked since her move, were in complete disarray. She fumbled through every drawer and cabinent, hoping that she had remembered to buy a coffee pot.
Word count is two five seven. [/blockquote]
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 30, 2009 19:25:33 GMT -6
"Please, make yourself at home,"
Aiden walked into Professor Kathleen’s apartment, taking every detail in as he gently pushed the door behind him shut. The very endearing apartment held more charm than outside, though Aiden will admit he was admiring the apartment building from the outside as well. The aged old brick house seem to have been through many years of trial, and seem to have been secretly written in history. But the writing teacher thought of Russia in a very similar way and only though he has only seen the more old parts of town, he was quite sure every part of Derbent had historical value.
“Thank-you,” Aiden replied gratefully, running his eyes through Kathleen’s furniture and whatever ornaments she chose to decorate her apartment with. His eyes diverted though when his attention seem to pull away from the fact he shouldn’t pry. The man sat down on the loveseat Kathleen pointed out and gingerly tapped his finger against the fabric. He subconsciously tapped the couch repeatedly, the only thing that could signify that he was nervous or just refused to sit patiently.
Aiden decided against sitting and walked into the kitchen to find Kathleen looking desperately for something. He had an idea that she might not enjoy coffee, but for some reason couldn't be sure of it. He stood next to her, planting his weight against the counter and looked at her from the side. “I’m thinking having coffee this late isn’t a good idea.” Aiden remarked, slightly amused by her fumbling as if she might have lost something. “You know. Caffeine might keep us awake.” He stated as if it were the most common fact.
One moment the Irish lad was leaning against the counter next to the Archery professor, the next he stood directly behind her. Aiden smirked mischievously when he leaned forward, casually touching Kathleen in order to grab something from the top self. He place a hand on the sideboard, trapping her between his body and the kitchen counter, minimizing the closed space. Aiden grabbed a hold of a package that strongly resembled tea, but he wasn’t focused on that small detail. He brought the box to eye level and pretended to examine it; not yet moving from his current position. “This looks interesting,” His voice rang, deepening each vowel with an Irish accent. “What do you think of this?” Aiden continued, setting the package in front of Kathleen, now resting each of his arms with Kathleen in the middle.
wordcount: fourfourty sidenotes: I was thinking of making him fall asleep, but I went ahead with something a little more juicey. I hope this is okay with you.
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 30, 2009 21:23:48 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK Kat resumed searching frantically around the tiny kitchen in search of a coffee pot until she looked up to see the creative writing professor standing in front of her.
"I’m thinking having coffee this late isn’t a good idea. You know. Caffeine might keep us awake."
Somewhat annoyed at herself she batted her blond locks away from her stormy grey eyes. "Not to mention I can't find the damn pot," she cursed at herself still letting her eyes gaze around the kitchen in search of the cursed pot.
And before she blinked a second time Aiden was, very sneakily, trapping her between his body and the counter. Kat looked away from Aiden's lower chest area out towards the kitchen window. She took a deep breath in, waited a few minutes for it to run throughout her system, and then sighed. She couldn't help but look back to the professor. He had a well toned body, in her opinion, for her creative writing professor stereotype.
"This looks interesting. What do you think of this?"
Kat looked at the package that Aiden had retrieved from her top shelf. It looked unfamiliar and she couldn't have imagines where it had come from unless her father had thrown it in with her stuff.
"I think...that looks...good," she spoke slowly while looking directly into Aiden's eyes.
Word count is three eight one. Notes No problem. I like it. ^^ [/blockquote]
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 30, 2009 22:10:48 GMT -6
"Not to mention I can't find the damn pot,"
Aiden chuckled, easing himself quite fondly behind Kathleen. To say the least, he found her quirks amusing. “I don’t think a pot is necessary.” The writing professor remarked, not yet ignoring the fact he may have been reaching for a package filled with tea bags. But a hot drink wasn’t on his might right than and there. He found Kathleen searching through her gray eyes and then darted back as he resumed leaning forwards, targeting something that almost sparked half his interest only to be ignored when he slyly smirked when he noticed Kathleen’s rigid breathing.
"I think...that looks...good,"
“Good,” Aiden nodded, pleased with her reaction. He wasn’t talking about the tea or whatever he was holding; but the way she almost seem to approve him. His gaze shifted from the package he couldn’t make out to Kathleen’s eyes. For a moment or two, minutes seem to tick by and it felt like neither of them moved. The box was carefully set down as Aiden moved without breaking his gaze with Kathleen. Than using his free hand, he gently rubbed a finger across her upper arm towards her shoulder blade.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips against her ear. Very faintly he made physical contact; he nuzzled ever so slightly against the warmth of her skin. “I think I found what I was looking for,” Aiden finally replied, breaking the silence and the tension. His lips barely brushed up against Kathleen, but his arm never lost contact, safely guarding the lady professor.
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 31, 2009 6:57:49 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK "“Good."
Kat slowly felt the warmth of Aiden's body swarm around her as he took his free hand and gently caressed it over her arm. She shivered from the touch, but it wasn't a bad shiver like the ones you get when you're cold. It was a good shiver. Kat slowly watched Aiden's brown eye until he caught her gaze. She took the moments where they had locked eyes to "search" through his, trying to find something. Being as she had only met the creative writing professor but this afternoon, there was still little she knew about him. For instance, does he have any pets?, does he have any hobbies?, what's his favorite flavor of ice cream? You know, all that little, pointless stuff that's good to know about someone. Here thoughts were soon interrupted by the move of Aiden's head. Slowly, he brought it closer to her own head. Then, as gentle as anyone could, Kat felt him begin to nuzzle her skin. She stiffled a laugh, not wanting to ruin wherever this was going.
"“I think I found what I was looking for."
Those nine little words that were spoken from Aiden's mouth sent more than nine feelings rushing all at once around her body. Her heart began to flutter, something it hadn't done since she left her ex-fiance. She took deep, but quiet, breaths to help feed her brain oxygen because at least a million thoughts one after the other were rushing through it at high speeds. Finally, parallel to the moment just before an archer releases his bow, the climax of a novel, or the moment just before the drop of a rollercoaster, Kat took Aiden's face into her hands. She slowly traced her fngers down Aiden's cheek. She could feel the prick of stubble just beginning. Gently, and ever so carefully, Kat continued to trace her finger down the side of her companion's neck until she at last rested her whole hand on the back of his neck. The whole time her hand was moving, her grey eyes dancing around with happiness. There wasn't just happiness thrown in though, a bit of seductfulness has managed to find its way into them.
Word count is three eight eight. Notes Aww! Kat has finally topped my best-character's-of-all-time-to-rp. xD
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Aug 9, 2009 17:45:41 GMT -6
[OOC: Crappy, crappy, crappy. This post is horrible, but I’m much too lazy to rewrite it. I’ve never really done a romantic sense so I hope you can forgive me for the lack of juicy details..>.<]
Aiden leaned against Kathleen’s touch, reacting slowly and held the professor in his arms. He was more relax he had been for awhile and since he took the job as writing professor; Aiden found some students were less likely to be committed towards their schoolwork. But the thought of the school and student’s, his body naturally tensed. He mind know began to wander with ideas and thoughts, and not good ones. Many of those thoughts were what-ifs and how would their relationship affect one another. Aiden knew nothing could harm if he and Kathleen were to couple with one another, but common sense were trying to tell him to slow down a little.
Aiden cast away his ideas, not forever, just for a moment. It may have been blissful at the moment, but deep in his mind, the professor was already thinking of consequences. He pulled his lips from her side and looked steadily into Kathleen’s gray orbs. Her emotions were clear as the sky and while it’s impossible to know exactly of one’s thoughts, Aiden wondered what would happen if they continued what he had started. His thumb rubbed gingerly her forearm affectionately as his free arm casually held beside Kathleen. He wouldn’t impose, but during the moment that may have came out from a novel, Aiden couldn’t help but brush his lips against Kathleen’s. But less than a second, he pulled back and merely held Kathleen in his arms.
“There is plenty of thoughts running through my mind and what I wouldn’t give to throw them away and let things just happen.” Aiden spoke truthfully, his voice husky from their little get together. “But what do you think of taking things slow and see where they go?” Aiden winced after his suggestion, sounding less like himself and more of a therapist -- or what he thought one sounded like. Heck, the guy wanted to let Kathleen have her way and such, but Aiden’s mind wouldn’t let him enjoy the moment in peace. So he looked into her eyes and wondered what her thoughts were on the idea.
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Post by kat murdock. on Aug 9, 2009 18:08:45 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK Kathleen's thoughts could be seen through her dancing orbs. Her emotions were pouring out as she locked eyes with Aiden. She felt his lips brush against hers, and then he pulled back. Kathleen sensed something different in his body language.
“There is plenty of thoughts running through my mind and what I wouldn’t give to throw them away and let things just happen. But what do you think of taking things slow and see where they go?”
Her mouth dropped a little, in shock. This was definately not what she was expecting. Did she read his intentions wrong? Or did he really think coffee meant coffee? Kat didn't know but she felt she needed to say something to break the awkward silence. I guess we can take things slow. I hardly know you, I mean," she said as she looked at the floor. The tick-tock-tick of the clock's hands caught her eyes and she noticed it was well after one in the morning. Aiden, don't take this the wrong way," she said breaking free of his grip, but it's late and I think you should leave. Kathleen's fingers fiddled with some unopened mail that was on her counter. She couldn't seem to muster up the courage to look at the man who just a few moments ago she almost wanted to have her babies with, not that that was an immediate, in the-next-ten-years thing.
Word count- two five nine Notes- Yay! MUSE! xD [/blockquote]
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