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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 0:12:59 GMT -5
Isabella finished her soup and reached across the table. "I want you to know, you've never bored me. You always excite me. Just kissing you burns me up inside... in a good way. And you know what? I'm never going to mention those other women again. Because obviously they were stupid and completely lacking in taste if they were ever bored with you." She tilted her head and smiled at him. "The next time I get jealous or insecure, remind me that I said that, OK?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 0:25:40 GMT -5
"Good! i'll hold you to that! because Honestly I don't really care to remember them! I left them in the past, and if i'm lucky my mind will eventually forget they were ever there at all!" he said with a grin. "You are unforgettable, you are my future and my life." he said reaching back across the table and taking her hands. "I love you. I have no intentions of changing that." he said with a gentle smile.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 0:31:47 GMT -5
Isabella smiled at him. "I love you, too... it's just that sometimes I wish I had someone in my past... even just one... so you would feel jealous sometimes. I don't know why, but I'm terribly possessive of you." She shook her head. "Anyway, this was stupid... I'm sorry I ever said anything. Now, won't you come over here and kiss me?" she said.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 0:38:26 GMT -5
Voltaire promptly stood up and slid next to his wife and kissed her soundly, completely ignoring everyone else in the restaurant.
"Are you kidding, I have the entire graduating class of male students from Durmstrang! That and i also have your ardent suitor of Blondie! Believe me, I'm terrified that you'll get sick of my antics..." he said voicing he felt as a very primal fear.
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Post by Becky Stanton on Nov 29, 2006 13:00:35 GMT -5
Becky saw that they were "busy," and she quietly and discreetly brought them their entrees and didn't say a word.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 22:07:54 GMT -5
"Yes, but you know perfectly well that I was never interested in any of those other guys," Isabella reminded him lightly. "You're the only one I've ever let touch me. How could I possibly get sick of you when you complete me?" She kissed him deeply.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 22:20:42 GMT -5
Voltaire blushed a crimson when he realized that the waitress had come and gone again, after of course his lungs decided that Air would be good too.
"Isa! You're making an exhibitionist out of me!" he said kissing her quickly and popping back over to his side of the table, giggling as he did. "Well, even if they all never once were given the time of day, It doesn't mean that there isn't one that won't still try!" he said crossing his arms over his chest and sticking his chin in the air.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 22:27:28 GMT -5
Isabella laughed. "I really don't care who sees us," she said. "I barely notice other people when I'm with you. And honestly, the only one of those guys who ever had the guts to even try anything was Charles, and you know full well I can beat him to a pulp. He knows it, too," she added with a giggle. "But you can be jealous of him if you want... I like it when you're jealous."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 22:30:25 GMT -5
"Good, because I fully intend to continue to be jealous and hit with random large objects any man that ever has the guts to approach you in any manner that is more than friendly." he said looking at her and smirking at the thought of hexing a piano to hit Chuckles.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 22:42:06 GMT -5
Isabella smiled. "Just as I intend to flay any woman who puts her hands on you or calls you Volty," she replied. "I love you, you know that?" She blew him a kiss before she began to eat her meal.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 22:50:08 GMT -5
"You can call me anything you want! But PLEASE don't call me Volty!" Said Voltaire catching her kiss and kissing it back. He took a his fork and cut a bit off his potatoes. "Oh Isa these are good, do you want to try?" he said stabbing some on his fork and offering her some.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 23:01:29 GMT -5
"Oh of course I won't call you that! I've never been one for silly nicknames, you know that. And especially after hearing that woman call you that, I most definitely won't!" She took a drink, then said, "Sure, I'd love to try some..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 23:17:31 GMT -5
Voltaire feed some of the potatoes to his wife and smiled. He took another bite of his potatoes before he cut into his steak and said "Wow, I'm beginning to think this place is a bargain for the food!" he said smiling at Isa, he stopped eating however and looked around, seeing no one, he took out his wand and transfigured the booth seats and table to wrap around , so he slid his plate and himself around the seat and ended up next to Isa.
"There, better now isn't it?" he said giving her a peck on her cheek.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 23:22:01 GMT -5
She smiled. "Oh, much better," she said, leaning against him. "Yes, so far everything has been wonderful! I'm so glad they put in a little place where we could get some good food... it's nice to get out on the town once in a while. So, where do you think we should shop next?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 23:28:47 GMT -5
"I think we should get the crib next! oh and a wardrobe for the baby to put all the clothing we bought...and a toy chest for the toys." he said starting to list off the items, "I'll have to write it all down! I don't want to forget something we'll end up needing!" he said pulling out a pen and quickly scribling on a napkin. "Is there anything else you can think of we'll need?" he asked pausing.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 23:39:07 GMT -5
She thought carefully. "For a baby, the best kind of dresser is the kind of one that has a changing table on the top of it. That's what I read in one of my books. We should probably get a bassinet, so if we go visiting somewhere or bring the baby to school or something, we can carry Bubble in it and Bubble can sleep in it. Oh, and a stroller! And they have these cute little carry straps, so you can have the baby close to you, but you can have your hands free..." She smiled. "It's a good thing I just inherited all that money, huh?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 23:49:41 GMT -5
"Well, I'm not exactly not well off!" said Voltaire grinning. "But with all these things" he said writing off the rest of the list. "Maybe it is a good thing!" he chuckled as he tucked the nakin into his pocket along with his pen. then he took up his fork and ate another bite of food.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 23:56:51 GMT -5
"You know, it's funny. I just never really thought of money at all as an issue. I mean, when I left home, I wasn't exactly wealthy, and my parents sure didn't help me out... but I did OK. And the teaching job was really a big break for me. Isn't it strange how I started out working for him as a spy, but instead came to love teaching? It's funny the way things work out..." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "So, how's the steak? Is it as good as it smells?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 30, 2006 0:45:11 GMT -5
"it's Good!" he said taking a piece and offering it to her to bite. "After my first few duels, Money was always around. i still have money in my account from my frist few duels. you won't believe how much you can win, betting on yourself to win!" he said grinning.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 30, 2006 19:16:35 GMT -5
"You bet on yourself?" she laughed. "That's awfully cocky, don't you think? I mean, it would have been more of a sure thing to bet against yourself, then take a dive!" She leaned over and kissed him. "It's probably a good thing I didn't meet you then, I probably would have thought you a scoundrel!"
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