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cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2011-10-16 20:09:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALTERRRR
yayayayay birthday time!! Match up the prompts with our (MANY) couples! This is what happens when you RP with someone for six+ years I suppose :D

anger

star

honeymoon

taste

biting

storm

lightening

hello
She took a deep breath as the high hill approached, knowing that she only had this last stretch of pavement before her run was over. Brianna jogged in place for a moment to mentally prepare herself, knowing exactly how much it hurt to get up this little mountain in the middle of the park. She knew that she’d already managed to run for an hour, and that she really didn’t need this final push of strength to make her work out a success, but if she took the easy way back to her house, the great sense of defeat would overwhelm her and she’d probably end up back here, at the bottom of the hill, in the middle of the night trying to conquer it again.

Though, really, what did she have to go back home to? Tom and Fiona were in their own little world with Claire, all her summer assignments had been done within her first week of holiday, and just looking at her Hogwarts trunk reminded her that she had not received the head girl badge in the mail and that Vivica-bloody-Avery had! Who wanted a Slytherin to lead the school in this day and age? Ooh, it made Brianna so mad, and to top it off, thinking about Vivica brought to mind the Slytherin-shaped void in her life right now.

Zach had been out of the country with his brothers all summer. He sent pictures, gifts, and letters so Brianna had plenty to keep herself happy, but nothing could replace actually having her boyfriend here. With her. In Ireland. If they lasted through the next year (which was never a sure thing, with the fights they had), Brianna vowed to never let him leave the country without her again. It had been very, very hard to let Zach go, especially after the good-bye they had…

Brianna let a breath out of her nose and shook the sad thoughts away. With a final surge of energy to started up the hill, her calves starting to burn immediately at the incline. The hills in this park were fun to sled down, but no one in their right mind tried to run up them; it was probably why Brianna was often blessed with a clear path on her route. It hurt, it actually hurt a lot and this was the point of the ascent that she began to wonder why the hell she was doing this. Who put themselves through such physical torture to avoid thinking about her missing boyfriend? Why had she decided that running through the summer heat was going to be her answer to the pain?

Her ponytail began to slip out of its tie but she couldn’t stop to fix it now. She could see the apex of the hill starting to form, and her breaths grew quick. One more jog down, one more day down, one day closer to Hogwarts and Zach. Brianna gritted her teeth and shut her eyes for the last…few….strides, and let out a gasp for breath as the ground beneath her flattened out, and she came to a halt. Her eyes opened, and after a few deep breaths, she realized that she actually wasn’t alone on the path.

Zach Sloper was standing at the side of the path, just at the top of the hill. Brianna gaped, unsure if she could actually believe that it was him and not some mirage created by the heat and her mind, but he laughed at her expression and the sound of his voice made her heart swell.

“Hello,” he said coming toward her. Brianna couldn’t even think to move her feet and she let Zach approach her. His grin drove her mad, it always did, and she felt her own smile forming as he took her face in his hands and kissed her soundly. Brianna felt like crying, but he just felt so good that she threw herself into the kiss, at him, no questions asked. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and he laughed into her mouth, “You’re all sweaty!”

“Shut it,” she growled, pushing forward and knocking them down into the grass. Again, another reason it was good that no one came up this path. “Just---shut it.”

jealousy
“Oomph!”

Carys held the medicine ball tightly to her gut, glaring at the man who’d thrust it at her. Drake Parkin stood with a stone-cold expression on his face and all she wanted to do was knock his head off with the ball. She knew she wouldn’t be able to throw it hard or fast enough to hit her target, but she tried anyway and chucked it at him with all her might.

“Quit it!” she let out angrily, tugging at her work out jersey’s sleeves as Drake caught the ball with stupidly good ease. “You’re going to break one of my ribs!”

“Catch it and maybe I won’t,” he said sharply as he threw the ball back at her. Carys caught it in a sideways manner to save her chest from being flattened, and she twisted her body to keep the medicine ball away from Drake.

“What’s your problem!” Carys snapped, “You’ve been pissy all morning!”

Surely it had nothing to do with having to be in the gym at four-thirty in the morning because Drake seemed to be wide awake at all hours of the day, but maybe he’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed, or with the wrong person in his bed. Carys had seen him at this flashy night club last night for the 25th anniversary of Snitch! magazine, surrounded by his usual menagerie of women and admirers. Perhaps the lucky bird he got to take home had wanted to talk instead of having a bit of physical fun.

Drake merely grunted in response and stalked away toward the weights. Carys stared after him, completely confused. They had been working pretty well together, and she’d come into this morning’s session rather chipper compared to her usual walking-dead self. The party had been fun and no one had bothered her about when she was going to get back onto the pitch. She’d even got to chat up Axe Brookstanton for a while, who was always a good time because he had just as much notoriety as she did. Well, used to. Lately she’d been kind of boring.

Carys fumed silently as she crossed the training floor to drop the medicine ball onto its rack. She sent her own glare toward Drake, hoping that her hard gaze bounced off the mirror and hit him hard. He was expertly avoiding her in the long mirrors of the training room, and Carys was beginning to wonder if she’d really done something to piss him off that she couldn’t remember. She had not gotten drunk last night, that was for sure, because if she had she could at least assume she did or said something stupid to him.

“If you’re going to be like this I’m going to take the track first,” Carys snipped, watching him closely in the mirror as he decided on what weights to work on first.

“Go ahead,” he said coldly, picking a set of barbells that Carys was sure outweighed her. “Surprised you didn’t bring your little French Fry to tag along.”

She either scoffed or choked at his comment, her mouth dropping wide enough to catch a quaffle in it. Did he really---? Carys let out a laugh, continuing to watch Drake in the mirror, her hands going to her hips.

“You think I went home with Brookstanton?”

He didn’t respond and started his lifts. Carys rounded on him, coming to his side. She spoke to the mirror, wanting to get a good look at his face. Merlin, if there was one person who would be able to lie about the deepest darkest secrets of the world, it would be Drake Parkin. Why did he even care, why had he even noticed? All she’d literally done last night was sit at the bar and talk!

Her eyes narrowed at his plain, clear demeanor and wondered how he could be so rude to her, accuse her of…doing something with Brookstanton! Carys had only ever teased Drake about the women he hung around with, she never asked for details or judged him---they’d hooked up once, and while Carys may be harboring some sort of teensy weensy barely significant thing for the bloody bastard standing beside her, she wasn’t…claiming him! Or---whatever it was Drake seemed to be doing without actually doing it!

He was so fucking confusing with that beautiful face of his!

Carys leaned forward toward the mirror, glaring up at his reflection, “I would just like to have you know that I did not go home with Brookstanton last night,” nothing, his expression didn’t move a muscle and Carys needed one last bit of a verbal punch before she left him to stew, “I haven’t gone home with any bloke since---oh, about Valentine’s day, I reckon.”

Finally. Drake’s eyes twitched up from his weights to the mirror to catch her gaze. Carys smirked, shaking her head in annoyance before turning on a heel. That bloody jealous bastard better be watching her reflection stalk off.

taste

lipsLiz had definitely underestimated how lovely going on a date could be. Hogsmeade was the extent of her date scenarios at Hogwarts, and she was only out of the castle walls a month or so before she got pregnant and engaged. Maybe she and Ian had gone on dates during their marriage, but Liz couldn’t recall them and with a quidditch player’s schedule she was going to assume that they were few and far between. She wasn’t going to dwell on the past and her lack of romantic outings however, because it was turning out that she was rather good at creating a fun atmosphere for a two-person (a boy and a girl) meet-up that could be considered a date.

It was scary to say out loud that she was going on dates with Rian, especially to the man himself, so she liked that they both referred to their excursions as everything but a date.

Let’s get lunch. Hungry? You should check out this new camera place I saw in the want-ads. Did you hear about that new horror movie? Any reason to go out together was asked and made and Liz found herself growing more excited at each prospective…not-a-date, date. It was obvious that’s what they were doing, and Rian had even mentioned coming with him to his sister’s wedding, if he decided to go. That was a big sort of not-a-date thing, right? Right.

She was trying to figure out what made a not-a-date, a date when Rian took her hand in his as they strolled through a park by the cinema. Liz looked down at their hands and felt her chest swell; this was really happening, wasn’t it? She was starting to see someone, she was getting butterflies in her stomach because of a boy and it was such a lovely feeling. How could she have been so scared of it before?

They took off the trail a bit, Liz pulling Rian onto the grass and towards a rather climbable looking tree. He let out a wary laugh but Liz just grinned, tugging him along. Did she want to climb this tree and risk getting stuck or falling out of it? She supposed magic could be of some help, but their time together had been remarkably magic-free, and Liz was appreciating having time to simply be herself. She leaned back against the tree, feeling her heart begin to beat just a bit faster. In the cinema there had been some stolen glances and nervous breaths where Liz was sure that Rian was going to kiss her, but he hadn’t. They hadn’t done more than hand-holding since their first meeting…their first drunken sex-capade, she should say, and as their time together went on she was getting anxious for that first Real Kiss.

Liz supposed they would have to have a First Date to get that First Kiss, but did she really want to risk ruining the good times they were having by putting a label on it all? She let out a quick breath as Rian’s hands left hers to rest them over her head on the trunk of the tree. He was leaning in close, much closer than they’d been since that first night, and Liz swore that he’d be able to see her heart beating up through her shirt. Merlin, he was cute. Merlin, he had a great smile. He was tall, too, so much taller than her, and so sweet, and so nice, and his face was just ruddy beautiful, it was. Oh, to hell with all the worrying. Liz felt this great ache to kiss those perfect lips of his and she grabbed onto his shirt to pull him down to her.

It was an easy kiss. It was as if Rian had been planning to launch his face at her just seconds after she had, so they met in perfect unison and it was just as good as she thought it was going to be. Their official first kiss would be deemed as quite successful and long, and Liz wondered how much trouble you could get into for public snogging as one of Rian’s hands went to the side of her face, to her hair, and his body pushed hard against hers. It was a very good push, it was very good, and Liz decided bollocks to the bloody park police that might be offended. She was getting kissed, on the lips, by the boy she liked to go on dates with.

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