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SWIMMINGGEDDON.

WHO: Murdoc Donoghue and YOU
TONE: Fun, WHIMSICAL, horrifying
RATING: PG-13 and onward
WHEN: September 7th
WHERE: The Lake.
WHAT: After this Murdoc realised the children (and staff) of Hogwarts were in dire need of swimming lessons.
STATUS: Ongoing

[GATHER AROUND CHILDREN it's a warm summer day and the lake is perfect for diving into your sudden but inevitable deaths. You should all be dressed in your swimming trunks (which you clearly have don't even lie) because Murdoc sure is. He's determined to conduct this in the best manner he can, though he wasn't quite expecting the turn out to be so large. People who can swim are welcome to become his assistants because he could probably use the help.]

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Yes madame. [See, look how eager he is to please.]

[And just kind of... stare at her a bit, since she's so close, and that bathing suit fits her curves so well, and he's commiting every inch of that pose to memory to draw later] No, it's - [squeaks. Ahem] It's fine. I mean, Herbert would probably turn his nose up at it, actually, but he's kind of stuffy. About art, I mean. Not that I consider this art. It's just an alternate way of studying the body and the way all the systems interact. So. Yeah.

Much better. [And yet everything's still a joke to her]

[Too busy working the knots carefully out of her hair, she doesn't notice how attentive his gaze is, only glancing up as he squeaks] Well it wouldn't be the very first time Herbert and me disagree. If you want to share them, but you're scared of his reaction I'll back you up. We can all vote, I'm sure I could get Twilight to even agree with me. And it is art Eriq, you're just specialising in anatomy.

[Look up quick, Aranea, and you'll catch the dopey smile that flashes over his face]

[Oh, too bad, too slow. It's gone, replaced by a snort and a wrinkle of his nose] Oh, I'm hardly afraid of his opinion. We disagree all the time too. He just likes me because I'm a boy.

[Aw he would have gotten a sweet one back...

Instead he just gets Aranea crinkling her nose at the continued talk of Herbert] Well he's going to have to get used to us soon. I know both Twilight and I are looking forward to this class. All he needs to do is be civil. He should know by now life doesn't always go according to what you want.

[Hey, he can't help it. Herbert's sort of his other half.]

If he doesn't, I'll kick his butt. Or have one of the Jaegers kick his butt. One or the other. [He's pretty sure he couldn't kick anyone's butt if he tried, but you know, he's pretty sure that's what you do for girls.]

[Wait] Aaaaaaaanyway, yeah, I hope I can live up to your expectations. It's mostly been just me and Herbert and like Shinra or Bruce. So, you know. A bunch of guys sitting around in a dimly lit room talking about blood and guts. Very macho.

[It wouldn't be so bad had she not just had an argument with the boy recently. She's still a little grumpy over that.]

That's very kind, but there's no need to do that. If he does, I'll either talk to him about the problem, or ignore him. Nobody needs to beat up anybody over anyone. [Boys and their rough housing gosh]

[She laughs] Well I'm sure we'll fit right in. And as long as Twilight's worked on her horrible latin pronunciation we won't be getting into any fights ourselves. But we'll try not to wreck your machoness.

[Hey, it's not usually his thing! He likes art and sad poetry and angsty music!]

I... wasn't aware she was that bad? Of course, I'm not in your house, so I wouldn't really. Know those kinds of things. I'm sure even if she's decent, you do far better. You have a marvelous talent for words, after all.

Yeah, we're really macho. [he's just going to look at himself, then back up at her.] Macho. Yep.

[Happy poetry is also good try it one day]

Her Latin pronunciation is horrible. [Aranea no one knows what Latin wounds like you can't say that. For all you know you're the wrong one] but she refuses to admit it, even though I've offered to tutor her. [smile and hey she'll even squeeze his hand] Thank you Eriq. It's very sweet of you to think so. I do try my best to be eloquent even if annoys some.

I think you look fine. You're healthy, and that's what matters most. Not muscle mass. [another hand squeeze before she stares at her arm] Would you by any chance happen to have your wand on you?

[Oh-oh god. She's touching him. She's squeezing his hand. Oh no. What do? WHAT DO?!]

[Breathe Eriq, breathe. And she likes the way he looks. Or at least, doesn't hate it. Okay, he can handle this. he can be cool. This is totally not a big deal.]

[Totally. Not. A big. Deal.]

[Wheeeeeeeeze]

Yeah, it's uh- Yeah, here, lemme just- [Wow, so articulate, Eriq. Real smooth. He rolls his eyes at himself, grabbing his trench coat and pulling his wand out one of the inside pockets. Great thing about that coat. Lots of pockets] What's up?

[She only chuckles at his fumbling, giving him both a curious look and his hand back as she explains] I know it's awfully lazy of me, but I'd like to stay up here and relax a little longer before going back to helping. But, naturally, with being a redhead with blue eyes I'm going to start burning soon. But I left my sunscreen and wand in my bag by the shore. [Get to the point Aranea]

Would you mind summoning it to save me the walk? I'd be quite grateful.

Oh, is that all? [He snorts and nudges his parasol over a bit to shade her more than him, then turns back to his coat, tucking away his wand and pulling out a bottle of sunscreen]

I may not be a frail little redhead, but I am a vampire. [he quips, holding the bottle out to her.] It's SPF 100. I don't go outside without it. And, um... you can stay here as long as you like, if you want.

[Okay, yeah. maybe he can do this.]

Mostly, yes. [She snorts softly, rolling her eyes but does shift closer so they can get an equal share if the parasol]

I'm not frail, I just have a low amount of melanin so I burn easily. It's quite common, and no you're not a vampire. You left too much skin exposed Eriq, and you'd be dead if you were and I would be in the process of missing you. But thank you. [She takes the bottle, squeezing out enough to do her arms, face and decolletage, skimming over her cleavage with no fuss. It's only when she cones to her shoulders that she realizes a problem]

Would you mind doing my back for me Eriq? I'll be happy to help you with yours as well.

[He splutters a bit as she denies his vampirehood, than pouts at her. He can't really be mad, because, you know, she's right, but still. Still. He doesn't even stare as she rubs lotion all over her fair, beautiful, flawless skin]

[Then she asks him to do her back, and he would swear that his heart stops. Oh. Oh gosh]

S-sure. I'd be happy to!

[And he takes the bottle back, eagerly scooting behind her so she doesn't have to move. He squirts just a bit on his fingertips, them raises them to her shoulder, hesitating before touching her. He hasn't, he shouldn't- She's just a girl, and she asked him to. It was okay.]

[Licking his lips, he took a deep breath and moved his hand forward, brushing his fingertips lightly against her skin. Which, of course, really wasn't enough to spread it around, so he urged himself to be bolder, letting more and more of his hand come into contact with her skin.]

Soft...

Thank you. [Aranea gives him a soft smile, using one hand to lift her hair away from the back of her neck, adjusting her shoulder straps as best she can to give him a better display of skin to work on. To her, it's no big deal, Eriq's a friend and friends help each other out with things like this, no matter their gender.

Or perhaps she's just too used to ignoring her own feelings to put her focus into her grades. Because as soon as Eriq's hand lands on her back she can feel a spark in her, Aranea resisting the urge to squirm away, her focus more on figuring herself out then what Eriq's saying.]

Pardon?

Ah- [Crap, he hadn't meant to say that out loud. Thank goodness she can't see him, because he's blushing horribly]

Oh, I was just... you have nice skin, that's all. Very soft and pliable.

[Because that's not a creepy thing to say at all.]

[Pausing, she glances over her shoulder at him, a small furrow forming between her eyebrows. She's already had an embarrassing run in with Maxim, concerning her appearance and now Eriq's commenting on it too. At least his comments aren't focused on her figure though. And he's probably just speaking from an artistic view. Pliable. Like clay. Yep

Dropping her hair hair over ger shoulder she reaches for the tube, planning to work on her legs] Well, it's all about skin care. I've always burnt easily so I learnt to take care of it quickly. Better to not burn at all, after all.

[Yeah... clay... not like he could sit there and rub his fingers into her skin all day. Rub himself right up against her for hours and hours, face pressed right into her neck, feeling her pulse beat right beneath his lips-]

[Cough.]

[Ahem]

[Nope, not blushing, not blushing at all]

Yeah. Right. I know how that is.

[How does he word?!]

[It's probably a very good thing she hasn't the skills of a mind reader, or at least not yet. She's already had enough blushing for the day, and she'd like her cheeks not to go redder than her hair for now.

Focused on getting the lotion over her knees properly she doesn't pay much attention to Eriq, her own attention drifting again. She knows she should go back to the water, keep helping out some of the students, but it's been nice to stop and relax. Life's been hectic, with the misplacement from dorms, and the prefect duties, and trying to get a good start of schoolwork.

She wants to sit here for a little longer]

Yes, I suppose you would. I don't think I've even seen you any darker than me, right? Would you like me to your back now then?

[He would die if she could. Lustful thoughts bothered him less than emotions, but that hardly meant he wanted to share them.]

[And of course, she has to offer to do him. Of course. Had to.]

Uh. [squeak] Sure. If you like, I guess.

[And he will just scoot around where he's sitting, keeping his knees pressed together.]

It's the very least I can do after you helped me and gave me some of yours.

[She shifts her own stance, moving onto her knees and leaning in as he scoots around. Carefully she grabs more lotion, taking a few seconds to spread it over her palms before starting to apply, using her pinkies to nudge the straps of his tank top up to get around them.

The first thing she notices is how bony he is, and she has to bite back a joke about needing to fatten him up. He can get incredibly snotty when teased, and they're getting along so well. The next is the smoothness of his skin, and she's fairly sure it's even softer than hers. Her finger tips pause on his freckles, half counting them, mostly noticing the contrast they make as her hand sweeps up his neck. Aranea is nothing but practical and thorough after all.

Finally, almost as if she's in a daze Aranea lifts her hands away. Carefully she swallows, well aware how rare it is to zone out like that, in that manner, and completely unwilling to look more closely at it. So she'll just exhale softly, cheeks a tiny bit of pink] There. Sun safe for another 4 hours.

... I should probably go back down and help out some more.

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