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7 Mischiefs Managed - [video]

[Hello City! It's everyone's favourite ginger Brit (well, one of several) all up in your device.]

Alright, City? Some of you may be informed of a particular joke shop that a certain pair of wizards will be bringing your way shortly. Seeing as I'm in the neighbourhood, I thought I would treat you all with a little sneak preview.

[The camera adjusts to the light, and George can be seen standing in a darkish room. Despite the darkness, the whole decor can be seen as extremely orange and purple, with a few good shocks of magenta and lime green thrown in here and there. He turns the camera around to reveal the front counter, already loaded up with merchandise.]

Anything more than that and I'm afraid you'll have to show up for the grand opening. Hope to see you all there!

[ooc: Better watch yourselves, City. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is almost upon you. George will be in the shop tonight taking stock/setting up. Friends and family are welcome to assume that he roped them into helping and action tag. Random visitors are also always good. :-D]

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Not doing too badly, actually.

[He remembers how much she liked getting any attention on her neck, so he's going to go back there for a while, kissing up and down the column of her throat as she undoes his shirt buttons.]

[ Her laugh in response is breathless, hands fumbling with his buttons as he starts on her neck. Tilting her head to try and encourage him to keep going, she gets to the last of the buttons and runs her hands over his ches instead of pushing it off. ]

[He keeps kissing up and down her neck, moving under her jaw. He's not really paying too much attention to what she's doing with his clothes, his mind staying more preoccupied with the feeling of her skin under his hands and the way his hands fit pefectly around her sides. He leaves off ner neck for a moment to lean his forehead against hers, breathing.]

I realise this isn't terribling romantic, love, but we do have a sofa in the break room if you're interested.

[ She should say no, say that even this much had been a mistake, grab her things, and leave. She should think of him as a projection, should heed every warning and lesson she's ever received. But he makes her laugh, and his hands feel right on her, and stopping means she has to face the fact that Cobb is here and there's no way out. So instead, she slips her hands around to his back and kisses him again. ]
You can make it up to me later.

[he grins wickedly. Seriously, how did he manage to find this one? Most girls he's met would be turning up their noses by now. Granted, a sofa isn't exactly ideal for him either. But he's fairly certain that if they don't get some of this tension out of yhe way soon, one of them is going to do something rash. So instead of over-thinking it, he just grabs her under her legs and lifts her up, wrapping her legs around him as they stumble towards the back room.]

[ As far as she's concerned, she's already doing something rash. Maybe this Wilk help -- at the very least, it's a way to justify it. (It's also a good way to get back at Fred for threatening her.) Since he's got his hands full, Ariadne proceeds to attempt to make things more difficult, kissing his neck. She trusts him not to drop her. ]

[She's lucky the aren't too far away from the back room. The way she's squirming around in his arms is making it very difficult to stay upright. Particularly when she's wriggling over... Certain areas. He just about manages to fumble for the door and get them through it without dropping her. The room's not very large, and with two steps back he lands them on the sofa, landing heavily with her on his lap. ]

[ That landing was hard, certainly, and it's a good thing Ariadne pulled off his neck before he decided to sit down or else he'd have a lovely bite mark. Instead, there's a surprised noise and nails digging into his back slightly before she relaxes. ]

[He laughs a little at her surprise, looking into her eyes with a grin as he runs his hands up and down her sides.]

Alright, love?

Mmm, yeah. I just wasn't paying attention to where we were.

[ There's a slightly sheepish grin of her own; she was a little too focused on him to really notice anything else. ]

You can go right ahead and return to blissful oblivion if you like.

[He leans in to her, pressing a kiss right under the corner of her jaw.]

I certainly am.

[ Her head tilts slightly, hands slipping under his open shirt again. ]

Your brother's going to kill us if he finds out.

[ Judging by the way she's shifting in his lap, she doesn't seem to mind. ]

[Yeah, Ariadne really shouldn't keep moving like that if she wants him to be paying attention. Not when all the blood starting to flow in a certain direction... he makes some slight non-committal noise as his hands move up to undo her bra.]

Hope he doesn't, then.

[ She doesn't particularly care if he's paying attention to what she's saying at the moment, running her hands up his sides. Once he's gotten her bra dealt with, she's going to push his shirt the rest of the way off. ]

That'd be nice.

[He makes some more noises deep in his throat rather than responding. There is topless lady in his lap. SO not the time to be talking. Instead he pulls them both down onto the couch cushions, hands on each side of her face as he kisses her soundly.]

[ Ariadne rather liked her position on his lap, but it would cause problems if they aren't interrupted this time. She submits to the new arrangement and kisses back, keeping herself from hitching a leg around him only because she's wearing boots and a heavy heel to the back of the leg hurts like hell. ]

[This is nice. He's feeling pleasantly warm and sleepy, with a less-than-dressed and highly attractive girl cuddled up next to him. Is he wasn't started to get cramped, he might stay here forever. As is... well, this couch is a bit short, is all. He starts squirming a little.]

[ There's a quiet noise of protest from the person sharing the couch, accompanied by a squirm of her own. She was comfortable up until he started moving, though she can't say she blames him. Being short has its advantages sometimes. ]

Sorry.

[He tries to get into a position where his lower back isn't starting to freeze up, tightening the arm around her shoulders as he does.]

Not that I'm complaining, but it's a wee bit cramped on here.

Mmm, 'sokay.

[ Even his fidgeting isn't quite yet enough to get her to want to move a great deal. She's content where she is, though logically she knows they have to move at some point. ]

I told you that you should shrink.

I'll try to pay better attention next time.

Merci. [ Back to being a brat already. ]

[And just when he was getting comfy. That earns her a little playful bite under her jawline.]

[ She laughs, nipping back, but decides to stop torturing him with French for at least a little bit. ]

Well, I'm comfortable.

[George laughs, pressing a kiss over his bite and settles back into the cushions, eye dropping closed.]

I suppose I can stand to stay here for a while longer.

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negl I am impressed by how many of these tags were done via phone

it gives me an excuse for horrible spelling mistakes...

sob I looked at some of mine and just cringed

hey, zero judgement here

oh yay ;;

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