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[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

[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. ]

[mjolnir_time]

[The kiss quickly grows more passionate, and so does their embrace.

It's probably safe to say that if anyone were able to walk past that room, there would be no mistaking the sounds that will be coming from within for quite some time.]

[griffonix]

[ Madigan is usually not one to stick around and cuddle, but there's something about him that makes her want to stay. Just for a little while. Even if she's bending her own rules by doing so. ]

[mjolnir_time]

[Thor is quite content to hold her close, one hand lightly caressing her.]

It seems even a god of Asgard can be affected by your magic, at least a little bit.

[He smiles down at her.]

Although the magic of your beauty and wit would have been enough to draw me to you.

[griffonix]

[ she chuckles, tucking her head under his chin ]

It's nice to know I can be attractive by normal means.

[mjolnir_time]

[He laughs quietly.]

Was there ever any doubt of that?

[griffonix]

Not really.

[ the grin on her face is practically audible ]

... So. You wanted to know about the design on my business card.

[mjolnir_time]

[He smiles at the reminder.]

Yes, I did. Have I proven myself worthy to learn the secret?

[griffonix]

... Yes. [ and not because the sex was amazing, honest ]

The Griffonix is is under the guardianship of a griffon. He's... we're good friends, actually.

[mjolnir_time]

A griffon...?

[He recognizes the term, although the details are vague in his mind. It was a mythological creature of some kind?]

I'm afraid I don't know much about them. We have no such thing in Asgard.

[griffonix]

A griffon is a creature with the wings and head of an eagle, and the body of a lion.

[mjolnir_time]

An interesting combination. It is a magical creature then?

[griffonix]

Oh yes. Very old, very powerful.

[ she indicates her necklace ] This is one of his.

[mjolnir_time]

[His lips quirk a little at "old and powerful". Sounds familiar.]

I think I would like to meet this griffon someday.

Is that why you warned me not to remove your necklace? It is part of the protection spell?

[griffonix]

[ There's something about him that actually reminds her of Griff. ]

That's right. There's always a certain risk involved in my line of work, and this ensures nothing happens to me.

[mjolnir_time]

Then I am glad you have it.

[griffonix]

Mm. It's saved me more than once.

[mjolnir_time]

[He kisses her temple, then stretches a little.]

I feel as if I could fly all the way to Asgard! Is that the effect of your magic?