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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2014 2:29:41 GMT
He laughed at her comment about kicking ass and shook his head. Not that he doubted that she was perfectly capable of doing it, he just found it amusing to think about a bunch of men getting their asses handed to them by a woman like her. He shook the thought from his head and flashed her a smile. "It's probably a good thing you're not participating. Those poor men would be nursing bruised egos as well as whatever injuries you dealt them," he said with a chuckle. He bent over and scooped up a rock that he began tossing up in the air and catching as a means of amusing himself. "I'm surprised you decided to stay, if you don't have any interest in watching the knight games," he said casually. "I mean, at least I have the perfectly good excuse of hoping to get to spend some time with my sister," he said, obviously teasing. "You on the other hand," he said, but let his words trail off. Of course, what he didn't know was that he actually had two sisters here. His thoughts did momentarily drift to the girl who shared such a similar build and hair style to his sister that he couldn't help but wonder about her.
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Post by Treise O’Seighin on Aug 3, 2014 3:58:35 GMT
When he said that it was probably good that she wasn’t participating she could only laugh, “I suppose you’re right. We wouldn’t want those poor knights getting butt-hurt or anything,” she would say with a shake of her head. When he stooped to pick up a rock she would watch him, chuckling softly as he just began to toss it up into the air and catch it, tempted to reach out and steal it from him. The thought was abandoned when he began to speak again, asking why she had stuck around and saying that at least he had an excuse. She would stare at him for a moment, trying to figure out what answer she would give him, though she figured that sticking as close to the truth would be best, “Who says that I’m not sticking around for anybody?” she would ask with a tip of her head, curious as to what his answer. As she waited for his answer she would go with her previous plan and steal the rock from him, stepping in as he tossed it up and catching it before it could land in his hand. She would step back and start to mimic his actions, simply trying to mess with him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2014 4:46:41 GMT
He laughed at her comment about butt-hurt knights. And then arched a brow when she said what she did about being there for someone. "Well, forgive me," he said with a laugh. "I didn't take you for much of a people person," he teased with a wink. When she stepped forward and snatched the rock before he could catch it, a frown tugged at the corners of his lips. Part of him wanted to "fight" her over it, but he also wasn't sure he could bring himself to get that close to her when his self control around her was already strained. So instead he lifted his shoulders in a shrug and bent down to pick up a different rock. He flashed her a "two can play that game," grin before he moved a short distance away from her and began tossing the rock up in the air again. After a moment it got boring, so he bent over to pick up a rock that was about the same size and weight as the other. When he stood up right he began tossing them both in the air, juggling the rocks..mostly because he was kind of bored. Partially because he was trying to show off.
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Post by Treise O’Seighin on Aug 3, 2014 4:53:32 GMT
She would smirk when he commented on thinking that she wasn’t a people person, “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,” she would say with a laugh, watching as instead of coming after the rock like she’d hoped for he went off to grab a different one. She would laugh and shake her head as he seemingly got bored and started to juggle a couple of rocks, “Nice,” she would call out, though her tone was more mocking than appreciative of his skill. After a moment or two of watching him she would roll her eyes and glance down at the ground, a mischievous look passing over her face. She would glance between him and the other rocks that were on the ground before tossing the one that she had in her hand at him and stooping down to pick up a couple more. She wasn’t throwing them hard enough to hurt, but with the intention to gain his attention. She would back up a bit and toss another rock at him, grinning deviously as she waits to see what his reaction might be. Okay, so she knew she was probably being rather annoying, but she didn’t care much about it.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2014 5:01:50 GMT
He shook his head at her response to him saying he didn't think she was a people person. When she mocked him it was all he could do not to stick his tongue out at her. But then she chucked a rock at him and he let the ones he was juggling drop. "Hey," he said with a frown. Then a grin broke his lips and he bent down to grab a handful of grass. He darted over towards her and tossed the grass at her hair before he took off across the palace grounds with a laugh. He'd pause not too far away and turn to see what her reaction might be. Hopefully she wouldn't continue to pelt him with rocks, but hey. And gods she was entirely too attractive for his own good. He really ought to get away from her. Just tell her that he couldn't hang out with her or anything like that. But he was being petty. He didn't want to have to give up being around her; even if their relationship could never go passed just that. A sigh drifted from his lips at the thought, but he shook his head and tried to force himself to have fun.
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Post by Treise O’Seighin on Aug 3, 2014 5:13:32 GMT
When he ran towards her she would blink, backing up only to have him toss grass, of all things, in her hair. She would groan as she watches him run away from her, tempted to throw the rocks after him but she thought of a better idea instead. While she usually wasn’t all that girly, she really didn’t like her hair messed with, and she especially didn’t like for things to be thrown in it, so the Marquess was definitely going to pay. One way or another. So, she would dart after him, a laugh bubbling from her lips as she watches him come to a stop, though she would continue to run towards him. She thought for a moment that he would really, truly, think that she was crazy if she did this, but decided almost immediately that she didn’t care. Once she got closer, and before he could take off again, she would move to tackle him to the ground, doing everything in her power to make sure that he ended up on his back. Which he did; growing up with several male cousins usually lead to you being able to physically handle yourself, and being able to beat up people if you wished to do so. Once he was on the ground she would straddle his hips and lean in to press her arm into his chest to hopefully hold him down as she used her other hand to rip up some grass. She would grin at him as she sprinkled the grass over his face, her eyes daring him to do something about it.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2014 5:28:14 GMT
He definitely hadn't expected her to tackle him. Which played a very big part in her successfully knocking him on his ass, and then onto his back. When she sat up and straddled his hips a groan escaped him and he had to clench his jaw and squeeze his eyes shut briefly. Gods the woman was torturing the shit out of him, and probably completely oblivious to the effect that she had on him. This was so not fair. When she sprinkled grass on his face he grunted and let out a burst of laughter. "You're a shit head," he said as he opened his eyes to look at her. And of course his mind immediately went to the gutter as he saw her settled there on top of him. Damnit. He bit back another groan and tried to push her off of him before his dirty thoughts were made obvious by the attraction that he was struggling to hide, but was really hard with her pinning him to the ground. "Alright. You made your point," he managed to grind out through gritted teeth as he struggled to control himself. "Come on. Let me up," he said, and his tone was actually strained and pleading.
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Post by Treise O’Seighin on Aug 3, 2014 5:36:33 GMT
Upon hearing him laugh and call her a shit head she couldn’t help but grin down at him, tempted to rip up more grass and act as if she was going to shove it in his mouth. She wouldn’t actually do such a thing, but it might be interesting to see what his reaction might be to it. Though, when he actually opened his eyes to look at her he seemed rather irritated, and she would immediately abandon the idea. When he tried to push her off of him she couldn’t help but laugh, though it sounded rather rude as she didn’t let him budge her. Well, he did manage to move her a bit, but she didn’t let him move her from above him. That just wasn’t about to happen; if she was going to move she would move herself. When he spoke again she would blink, her brows furrowing a bit at his pleading voice. She would shift slightly so that she wasn’t placing as much weight on him, though she was suddenly concerned, “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” she would ask, immediately feeling bad as she thought that he might have landed on a rock or something. Though, the idea that he might be acting this way just to get her to move so that he could have the upper hand did cross her mind, and she would thus remain where she was at.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2014 5:48:39 GMT
All that shifting? Yeah. That just made matters worse for the poor man and he let his head drop back against the ground rather roughly, partially because he was hoping the pain might take his mind off the fact that there was an extremely attractive woman straddling his hips. It worked. Well, briefly anyway. When she asked what was wrong and if she hurt him he would flick his gaze to her face, and then realized it was a bad idea. He clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt like he was fighting a losing battle against himself. Not to mention, how the hell was he supposed to answer that question? It wasn't like he could come out and admit to the woman that he was extremely attracted to her and that her sitting on him like she was made it really hard for him not to "accidentally poke her with a part of him that was really excited by her straddling his hips." He snorted at that thought. Yeah, he'd been punched in the face once recently, and didn't feel like repeating that experience. How the hell was he going to manage to get her off of him without getting slapped or punched? "I...uh," he started and cleared his throat. His brain was not functioning properly at the moment, and he couldn't seem to think up a reasonable excuse. "Please," he said on a groan. "I really need to get up," was all he could manage to say.
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Post by Treise O’Seighin on Aug 3, 2014 6:04:42 GMT
When he only begged her again she would frown at him, suddenly growing rather stubborn. If he didn’t tell her why he needed to get up, then obviously he didn’t need to that badly. So, she would use both hands on his shoulders to hold him there as she stares down at him, having made up her mind and not willing to go back on her decision, “And why is that?” she would ask, her jaw clenching slightly as she waits for a response, though she kind of figured it would be more begging. Honestly, she could probably sit here all day. It wasn’t like he was all that rough on the eyes, and besides, she would be lying if she said that she didn’t like their close proximity. Despite her own thoughts on her attractions towards him it didn’t even cross her mind that it may be why he was so desperately trying to get her to move; she just didn’t think that he saw her that way, and didn’t think that he ever would. Especially because she was so un-girly. I mean, come on. What man in their right mind liked a woman who would literally sit on them until she got what she wanted?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2014 6:11:15 GMT
He whimpered. Literally whimpered when instead of moving she decided to pin his shoulders down with her hands. She was going to press him until she got a response from him, but he couldn't give her the truth. Come on, brain, work. For fuck's sake. He really needed to come up with a workable response that wouldn't get him slapped. And the only thing he could think to tell as a lie was that he had to use the bathroom. Well. At least it was better than admitting that she was about to give him blue balls. "Because you're sitting on my bladder, and I really have to take a piss," he groaned. Hopefully she would buy the lie. He would have wriggled underneath of her, but he knew it would just add to his torture. "Now, will you please let me up so I can go to the bathroom," he practically begged. Of course, he didn't really have to go pee, but he figured that his pain might well be able to be written off as symptoms of really having to go to the bathroom. At least he was hoping that she wouldn't call him on his bullshit. "Please."
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Post by Treise O’Seighin on Aug 3, 2014 6:20:54 GMT
When he spoke about needing to use the bathroom she would stare down at him incredulously, her eyes narrowing and her nose wrinkling in something close to a snarl, “You fucking liar,” she would bite out before shoving down on his shoulders and standing, knowing that he didn’t need to use the bathroom that badly. And she hadn’t been sitting on his god damned bladder, she’d been straddling his freaking hips. Though, it wasn’t really the excuses that he’d given that angered her, it was the fact that he was lying. “If you’re going to lie to somebody, you might want to act more fucking convincing,” she would say, rolling her eyes as she begins to walk away, kicking a rock and watching as it flew off in the distance. Okay, so she was probably overreacting, but she really didn’t like liars, and she had thought that she and Alasdair were good enough friends that he wouldn’t even think about lying to her. They’d lived in the same home for weeks for fuck’s sake. And this was exactly why she wasn’t a people person. People were just too unpredictable, and every single person was a god damned pathological liar.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2014 6:33:12 GMT
He cursed when she yelled at him, but what could he really do? Telling her the truth was completely out of the question. So he figured her hating him was probably the better option. At least then she'd avoid him and he wouldn't have to worry about struggling to exercise self-control when he was around her. He felt like a complete ass as he watched her stalk off an kick a rock, but he was busy trying to convince himself that this was for the best anyway. A sigh drifted from his lips and he rubbed a hand over his face, wearily. Fuck. He hated to think that she was pissed at him, especially because he really liked her. And not just because he was attracted to her. Her friendship had been like a breath of fresh air. And he really hated himself that he was ruining that. But it was this or get slapped for telling her the truth. Either way he was certain that he'd be ruining their friendship. And at least this way he wasn't going to get hit, right? Well. That's what he tried to convince himself of for all of two seconds before he leaped up off the ground and darted over to her. He grabbed at her arm and if he managed to get a hold of it he would pull her around to face him. "Look, Treise. I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have lied to you, but damnit," he said on a low growl. "You have no idea what you do to me. How hard it is for me to exercise self control around you and not just kiss you until neither of us can breathe," he ground out and then pulled his hand away from her arm. He stepped back and ran a hand through his hair. Fuck. There. He'd finally admitted it. He shook his head and part of him wished he hadn't just said that while he braced himself for her slap or whatever retort she would come up with, certain she'd probably think he was lying over this too. And even if she didn't think he was lying, there was no way she saw him the way he did her.
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Post by Treise O’Seighin on Aug 3, 2014 6:42:57 GMT
Upon feeling a hand on her arm she would whirl around with her fist raised, tempted to let it fly only to hear Alasdair starting to speak. She would snort at his apology, though she would let her hand drop, “Damn fucking straight you shouldn’t have lied,” she would spit out at him, starting to speak again only to fall silent as he continued on. And this was what she meant by unpredictable. She was completely blindsided by the words that fell from his lips, part of her wanting to strike him for saying such a thing, and another part of her completely and utterly confused. She hadn’t expected such a thing from him; she’d never thought for an instant that he would be attracted to her. When he dropped her arm and stepped away her frown would deepen, her mind at war with itself over what to do, though she was no longer angry. She had no idea what she was supposed to say now, though it was obvious by the look on his face that he expected for her to have some negative reaction. He probably thought that she was going to punch him in the face or something. Her jaw would clench for a moment before she would suddenly step forward and reach up to grab his face in her hands, leaning in to press her lips against his before he could react to her encroaching on his personal space. So, this probably wasn’t the best idea that she’d ever had, but ever since he said that it was hard for him not to kiss her she’d desperately wanted to kiss him. Actually, no, that was a lie. She’d wanted to kiss him for much longer, but it wasn’t until he’d said that he wanted to that she thought it would be possible.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2014 6:54:02 GMT
He'd flinched when she cursed at him again, but he'd said what he had to say anyway. Part of him felt like he owed her the honesty. She'd never been anything but honest with him, and he felt like an utter jackass for having lied to her in the first place. When she grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his a groan slipped from him and he tried his hardest to keep his hands at his side, even going so far as to clench them into fists to the point that his fingertips were biting into the flesh of his palms. That lasted all of a few seconds, however. Finally he kissed her back and his hands unclenched as he moved to place them on her hips. He deepened the kiss for a moment, his mind completely void of thought as he did the one thing that he'd been dying to do for weeks now. Finally he needed to draw a breath and so he broke the kiss. His chest heaved while he tried to steady his breath, and only after a moment or two did he finally open his eyes to look at her. Gods she was so beautiful. And that kiss. That kiss had wreaked havoc on him, but it had so been worth it. "You really know how to torture a man," he said on a laugh. Gods but what he wouldn't give to be able to do more than just kiss her. He tried to force those thoughts from his mind, however. He wanted to scoop her up into his arms and carry her off, but he knew she probably wouldn't react very well to that. Besides. It had just been a kiss. There was no way they could make something work. She was the grand duchess for crying out loud, and he was just a lowly Marquess.
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