SNOGGING PARTY

[nunganunga_k_o]

WHO: EVERYONE WITH A MOUTH INVITED
TONE: Orally irresponsible
RATING: PG....16
WHEN: February 10th whoops
WHERE: Magical couch having sitting room
WHAT: GEORGIA AND CASSIE HOST A SNOGGING PARTY.
STATUS: Ongoing

[There were two bowls, one numbering from 1-7 and one with pairs of numbers. People could grab from the first bowl if they already had a date, and from both bowls if they had none! It was fool proof (at least to Georgia)!

If all went as planned, everyone in the room would have a Valentine by the time they left! Or glandular fever.]

[[ooc: 3rd years and below can't take anything higher than 4! But if they progress past that, WELL, THAT'S UP TO THEM! Also, no real number system for pairs here, just mingle and say you got someone's number! You can use RNG for snogging if you want, or not! And feel free to double dip in the bowls~]]

Comments

[heartwrenching]

Ohhh? And how, I ask you, how do you intend to make something like this up to him? My sharply-honed instincts shriek at me that if you were to replicate this sort of event just for him, he'd shy away, stammering, blushing!

Stagnation!! No, no, no, I can't have that. The rot that tears souls apart! Inaction, that self-fulfilling curse that binds the uncertain in a labyrinth of can't-do, won't-do, MY RESPONSE THUS-

[Amelia's mouth, meet Graham's lips and tongue. Good lord are they strong from all that talking. Oh and the teeth. Let us never forget our pearly little friends.]

[ladyliberty]

[Oh my! So forceful! Iyaaa~n...

Amelia returns the kiss enthusiastically, draping her arms over Graham's shoulders. In a minute she's about to hop up into his arms, so he had better be ready to catch her.]

[heartwrenching]

[Graham is a creature of the moment, and although this makes him largely incapable of long-term planning, it makes his reflexes and improvisational abilities beautiful works of art. So yes, he catches Amelia with gusto.

Which means that Amelia gets first-hand knowledge that Graham is also dexterous in small ways, not just big, sweeping berserker gestures. He's not gentle - Graham never is - but his fingers work against Amelia's skin in a precise pattern.

And honestly, maybe "first-thigh knowledge" is a more descriptive term here, since those busy hands are working the underside of Amelia's thighs, just above the sensitive skin of the knee.]

[ladyliberty]

[Her first, fleeting (and rather guilty) thought is that he's so much better than Ellis. The way his fingers tickled her thighs, the intensity in his kisses-- hell, the fact that he caught her in the first place. Her heart was fluttering like fairy wings.

But then, she wasn't dating Ellis because he was an amazing kisser (although she fully intended to shape him into one by the time she was done with him); it was because he was an adorable, sweet guy who liked her loads. Conversely, while Graham was doing fascinating things with his tongue, it wasn't like he was anything like boyfriend material. Mostly because he was batshit insane.

So Ellis was in no danger of losing her, and there was no reason she shouldn't kick back and enjoy herself for the evening.]

[heartwrenching]

[With a deep, shuddering breath through his nose seems that Graham is finally ready to let his tongue have a break from being a conquistador. But this is Graham, so of course it's not going to stay put for long.

So, naturally, time for talking. He props his chin on Amelia's shoulder, lips near her ear, and goes to town.]

Amelia, I am a champion of the spoken word, and it is with only the humblest of factual intentions that I claim to be far and away its loyalest and purest adherent in the school, if not the country itself. I love talking and it, oh, it loves me too. Loves me more than the sea loves the shore, than the moon loves the earth, than the stars love the inky blackness that defines them by its void!

And so of course I know every little detail about something with so much love attached to it. Talk really, really gets around, especially in places like this, with so many eyes and so many lips and so many brains drowning in the hormonal sea of adolescence!

And talk breaks things, and loves to do it, ahh, one more reason why we are perfect together. Its favorite thing to break, to pummel, to ground into dust so, so, very, very fine you need a microscope to even see it - is a reputation.

But.

[His anger's flying to the foreground again. What to do? The juncture of flesh that joins Amelia's neck to her jawbone draws his attention, so he nips it with his incisors while giving a particularly firm squeeze to her legs. It takes some of the edge off his voice when he continues to speak, but he's still quite obviously in ~a mood~.]

I hate it when others besides me break my things. That's my job, my duty!! Now, what oh what kind of options do we face with the shadows of talk looming around us at all angles, hm?

[This... is probably Graham-ese for either "Are you sure about this?" or "Wanna get out of here?" or possibly a combination of the two. Maybe it's even just a comment about the weather. It's really hard to tell. The language is basically impossible to learn and only one person speaks it.]

[ladyliberty]

[It's probably a good thing that he's holding her up, because having him purring in her ear like that would totally have her going all weak in the knees. There was definitely something to be said about Graham's... passion.

She may have only absorbed a fraction of the content of his little speech, but the meaning was clear enough. Talk, reputation-- there were too many people around. So she wraps herself around him, leaning forward to whisper back into his ear.]

Let's go.