SWIMMINGGEDDON.

[wwistful]

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.]

Comments

[eighttimeshandy]

[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?!]

[taleweaving]

[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?

[eighttimeshandy]

[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.]

[taleweaving]

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.