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[Isabella Rothschild]

"I know... I just never thought of myself as the housewife type," she said. "But then, I never saw myself as a married woman with a baby, either. And so far, I'm happy with how things are going. I guess we'll work it out." She laughed. "Well, jsut thinking of it makes me feel all motherly! I can't wait until Bubble is here..." She kissed him.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Yes, Everything will work out. because, one, both of us are stubborn and two I only have eyes for you." he said placing more kisses on her neck and shoulders. If anything Voltaire felt just relieved about the whole day...It seemed to him that everything was going to get only better, and he was a fool for ever thinking it wasn't.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"Yes, we are stubborn," she said with a smile. "Our relationship is a partnership, though, so I do think we can work together and come up with a solution to things like this. And I guess we'll have a few fights here and there, but then at least we'll get to make up." She winked at him. "Making up is always nice, don't you think?" Kissing him, she added, "But you should know that I never plan on letting you go. I need you, OK? Don't forget that."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"I shall strive never to let that leave my heart!" he said reclining on a few pillows he retrieved from the floor, taking her with him. Then it occurred to him "You know...It's strange we ended doing this in your OFFICE! ugh...I don't even remember locking the door? Oh my God...What if someone or even a student had walked by?!" he said horrified at the thought of a twelve year old walking in them.

[Isabella Rothschild]

She laughed. "Oh.. yeah, I guess we really should have just gone to one of our chambers, huh? But the door is locked. I locked it when we first came in because I knew I didn't want to see anyone. Still, if one of the students had even knocked on the door, we would have had to make some quick adjustments..." For emphasis, she adjusted the sheet that covered her body. "We really should talk to Dumbledore about having a room together, instead of separate chambers on separate floors!"

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"yes because you don't know how much it bothers me that, at the end of the day, I have to ask you 'Your place or mine?'" he exclaimed adjusting the Isa that Covered his body. "Sometimes I feel like we are still dating." he said wrapping his arms around her again.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"You know, sometimes I miss when we were dating," she said teasingly. "I miss when you were still trying to win me over and I was trying really hard to give you the cold shoulder. It was so exciting. But really, this is better. I love being with you and knowing that you feel the same way I do, I love sharing my thoughts and heart and body with you..." She turned her head and kissed him deeply. "I couldn't resist you then, and I can't resist you now."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"It's not my fault I have nearly narcotic qualities to my person." he said smiling smugly "But if I must say...If I wasn't married to you, I'd still be doing everything in my slimy power to get you to marry me." he said falling over sideways on the bed, hooking one leg under her knees and grabbing her shoulders so she laid back on his chest. "I wonder if we could charm the ceiling in your bedroom to change colours." he said thinking about how fun it would be to have a ceiling that changed colours with your mood. "Like a muggle moodring..." he said beginning to toy with Isa's hair, making a small braid in a lock of hair.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella turned so she was on her side and draped her arms across his chest. "I don't think your advances were slimy. I had a few people--Charles in particular--come on to me in ways I would definitely describe as slimy. You were charming and funny and... unexpected. I had never met anyone like you and I found you fascinating and adorable." She pressed a kiss on his chest.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"You know, I took every ounce of disgust and jealousy for me to not feel pity for him at that club. That and he's got some knack for dueling...but no where near what I really expected." he said not adding that he thought Charles actually used that particular spell to help him escape the harpy on his lap.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"Well, I do feel sorry for him, but it makes me uncomfortable to know that he's still so infatuated with me, when I always did everything in my power to discourage it. Surely he could find someone out there who could make him happy. Maybe if we could get him to leave the Dark Lord's ranks, when he's so clearly unhappy there..." She trailed off, thinking. "Maybe we could have Emily talk to him. I know he likes to hang out at the Hog's Head." Sighing, she rubbed her head across his chest, tickling him with her hair. "You know, I kinda liked when you were playing with my hair just then..."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Should I fill your head with lots and lots of little braids?" he said running his fingers through her hair and merely moving it from one side to the other. "Maybe...I guess I could look for him again at that club, He does clearly have nothing better to do than to shamelessly toss himself at women and drink until his liver is nearly solid rock." he said still toying with Isa's hair, "But he could become totally unbalanced and still become infatuated with you." he said narrowing his eyes at the thought of Chuckles trying to be fresh with his wife.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"Mmmmm, you can if you want, but I just like having your fingers in my hair," she said, arching her head back and closing her eyes in pleasure. "I'd rather you didn't go to the nightclub again. Just because you escaped my cousin once doesn't mean you'll be able to again. Of course, I would be surprised if Claudia continued to hang out there. It's not really her type of place. She always preferred to hang out at more sophisticated places. It was just one of those ways she pretended to be better than she was." She laughed lightly. "Oh, you know, if my mother really isn't my mother, that means Claudia isn't really my cousin! That's another good thing to come out of this..." She kissed him suddenly. "I think it's best if I stay away from Charles. I doubt he'd be dumb enough to try anything with me, since he had such spectacular failure in the past, but if he's drinking, his common sense could be gone. Not that I'd let him touch me. Only you are allowed to touch me," she said with a grin.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Good, because I really don't relish the thought of anyone else touching you." he said continuing to play with her hair, braiding another small section of it. he sighed and said "MM Kiss me! I'm married to you!" and he puckered up exaggeratedly.

[Isabella Rothschild]

"I'd love to," she said, laughing as she turned her head up and pressed her lips to his in a long, slow kiss. When she finally pulled away, she looked at him breathlessly. "That was... nice..." she gasped, and smiled again.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Nice? now, Nice is what you settle for." he said sitting up and trying a little *only a little* ;P harder than "nice.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella closed her eyes and got completely lost in the kiss. She wasn't even sure how long it lasted, but it felt like forever, in a good way. She didn't want it to stop. But it did, and when they finally pulled apart, she opened her eyes slowly and blinked at him, unable to speak. "That was... that was..." Unable to think of a word adequate to describe it, she leaned up and kissed him again.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Somewhere in the back of his mind Voltaire thought "YES! it was better than Nice!" but he quickly lost that and any other thoughts.

[Isabella Rothschild]

((So, should we close this or skip ahead in time again?))

[Voltaire Rothschild]

((hmmm I say close. because i'll have to drag voltaire out of bed, and locate his clothes and THEN he has to go shopping)) hehehe