CONTINUED FROM TFLN MEMEBELLS ⇒ T.G.I.F.

[formidable]

[Amelia should have learned how to use her cell phone properly at some point. She meant to send her message inviting people for a drink to a few select people in town-- Libby her bartender, Emily Maxwell, a previous student of hers, hell maybe even Micheal and Adam.

Somehow this hasn't happened.]



[Amelia had to shoo away the talking cats, clear the living room of the books and practically redecorate the interior of the house-- it was no longer the cozy vintage home she had been living in for decades, but rather a fancy contemporary and industrial looking household.

A household now filled with various party goers called up by a certain billionaire playboy who is a terrible person. The nice thing about being in a witch's house is that the food and drink are plentiful and that the magic that's literally around in the house seems to keep people in high spirits. Some people are also complimenting the now well-dressed Amelia how charming and post-modern the wind chimes decorating her ceiling were. Funny how they aren't making any sounds despite the crowd.

As for the witch, she's walking around and doing her best to be pleasant despite her dislike of huge crowds and keeping an eye on the hallway. People could get lost in there unfortunately.

This is going to be a long Friday.]

Comments

[griffonix]

With a little test, first. I've never used my talent on a god before.

Let me know how this feels. [ she doesn't really have any further preamble, she just drops her magical barriers ]

[mjolnir_time]

[He's not sure what to expect, especially when she doesn't seem to do anything.

Then he feels a sudden wave of lust go through him. He already wanted her, but now it's closer to need. He pulls her against him and leans down to kiss her passionately before he even thinks about it.

When his mind finally catches up, he realizes this is her power. That realization makes it a little easier to resist, and he pulls back enough to give her a slightly dazed smile.]

I would say it feels extraordinary.

[griffonix]

[ She's honestly surprised it worked, not that she's complaining when he kisses her. She kisses him right back, looping her arms around his neck.

She chuckles when he pulls away, breaking into a smile of her own. ]

Good to know.

[mjolnir_time]

[Now that he knows what's happening, he can push the magic aside enough to keep from being overwhelmed. He doesn't push it away completely though. It's a pleasurable sensation.]

This is powerful magic indeed. I am impressed.

[With her arms around his neck it's simple for him to pick her up and remove the problem of a height difference. Makes it much easier to kiss her again.]

[griffonix]

That's quite the compliment, and we haven't even gotten to the fun part yet.

[ She wraps her legs around his waist when he lifts her up- not that she thinks he'd have trouble supporting her- and gladly kisses him. ]

[mjolnir_time]

[He holds her up easily and starts moving towards the bed while they're kissing.

When he gets there, he kneels down so she's sitting on the edge of the bed. He pulls away from the kiss just enough to speak.]

Shall we move on to the lesson then?

[griffonix]

[ She's already moved her hands from around his neck, and is in the process of sliding them under the hem of his shirt ]

I think we shall.

[mjolnir_time]

[He lets go of her long enough to pull off his shirt, then slides his hands into her hair and kisses her again.]

[griffonix]

[ She has precious little time to admire the view, but what she does catch a glimpse of? Damn.

She hooks an arm around his shoulders, tugging him back onto the bed. ]

[mjolnir_time]

[He goes willingly, keeping himself propped up on one arm so he doesn't squash her into the bed. His other hand is at her hip and moving upwards, tugging on her clothing and trying to reach bare skin.]

[griffonix]

[ Madigan has always believed that style and function should go hand-in-hand. Her dress is simple, and short. (And her underwear practically nonexistent). It's not hard to reach bare skin.

She kisses him a bit harder, nails raking lightly across his chest. ]

[mjolnir_time]

[He groans into the kiss, more at the sensation rather than any pain. There's very little she could do to actually hurt him.

He gets a hand under her skirt and pushes it upwards, a little more roughly than he intended. Even though he recognizes her magic's influence, it's still adding to the urgency of his desire for her.

He breaks off the kiss and lifts his head to look at her. He's breathing deeply, trying to stay in control as much as possible.]

You must tell me if I hurt you in any way. Sometimes I forget my own strength.

[griffonix]

[ She flashes a bit of a lopsided grin as her fingers continue to explore the contours of his muscles ]

Just don't take off my necklace and we'll be fine.

[ She flicks her eyes briefly the direction of the golden feather on a thin gold chain around her neck. ] Its enchantment should nudge you in the right direction if things get too rough.

... Not that I don't enjoy a rough tumble, mind you.

[mjolnir_time]

A woman after my own heart.

[He smiles down at her and leans in to kiss her neck, just above the necklace.]

[griffonix]

[ Her soft chuckle sort of turns into a contented murmur as she tilts her head back. She arches into him, sliding her hands around to his back where she digs her nails in a bit ]

[mjolnir_time]

[His hand clenches on her hip, pulling her tightly against him. He lets himself sink down onto her, pressing her into the mattress.]

[griffonix]

[ Already, something in the air is subtly shifting- like their expended energy is being turned back on them. The fact that Thor's a god probably has some... interesting effects on the healing aspect of her magic.

She hooks a leg around his hip, and that quickly reminds her that he's still wearing pants. This is a problem. She drags her nails down his back, to the waistband of his pants, where she slides them around to the front to begin remedying that little problem. ]

[mjolnir_time]

[He can definitely feel the energies around them changing, but he pays very little attention. There are other, more interesting things going on.

He arches into her hands on his back, and then makes a pleased sound as she undresses him. He raises himself up to give her better access, and uses his free hand to push her dress up again.]

[griffonix]

[ All things considered, she's rather an expert at undressing others. It doesn't take her long.

She slides a hand into his hair and suddenly tugs him to her for a rather... enthusiastic kiss- though it's more of a bite at first. ]

[mjolnir_time]

[He kisses her back, and there's hunger in his kiss. He tugs at her dress again, then raises his head to speak.]

This needs to come off, but I do not wish to damage it.

[Actually he'd love to just tear it away, but that would be rather rude.]

[griffonix]

... Two seconds.

[ Again, her dress is functional for just this sort of thing. She slips out of it easily... ah, hell, and her underthings too because she's courteous like that ]

[mjolnir_time]

[His eyes light up and he looks her over from head to toe and back again.]

You are an amazing woman, Lady Madigan.

[He stretches himself over her again, kissing his way down her neck and lower...]

[griffonix]

[ She gives him a token smile- she gets that a lot, and it's always the magic talking. Not that she minds the attention, she's just learned not to take such things seriously ]

There you go, flattering me again.

[mjolnir_time]

[Something about her smile and her words give him pause. He moves back up to look at her.

There's desire in his eyes, but it hasn't taken him over completely.]

It's my brother who has the silver tongue, not I. I am not as good with words. Call it flattery if you will, but I speak only the truth.

[He slides a hand into her hair and cups the side of her face so he can kiss her again, slow and sweet.]

[griffonix]

[ She simply slides her arms around his neck and kisses him back. She... doesn't exactly trust herself to respond otherwise. ]