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Post by Claire Weiss on Aug 15, 2008 18:33:21 GMT -5
As she brought out the lemon meringue, Claire looked at Edmund curiously. She reminded him of pie? What in the world? That was probably one of the oddest things she had ever heard before!
Claire opened one of the drawers and pulled out a knife, cutting off two pieces. "And why in the world would I remind you of a pie," she questioned as she put each slice on a saucer. Claire stopped what she was doing, leaving the saucers on the counter and faced him, awaiting his answer.
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Aug 24, 2008 15:00:31 GMT -5
"Well, to be precise, my dear, I said the pie reminded me of you, not that you reminded me of the pie," Edmund said, smirking. "There is, after all, a difference." To be sure, the difference was minute, but he wanted to be clear with her. When he looked at her, he didn't think "lemon meringue pie," but when he thought of the pie, he could certainly see a certain similarity. "The pie is like you, because You can be sour, and you can be sweet, all at the same time. You can be smooth and intelligent, like the lemon part, and you can be light and fluffy, like the meringue. And on the outside, you have a tough little crust that can be difficult to crack."
He leaned back in his chair, studying her for her reaction.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Aug 24, 2008 15:09:26 GMT -5
Claire pursed her lips together and looked at him sternly. She knew what he meant the first time, but she didn't say a word as she picked up his saucer from the counter.
After she placed his saucer in front of him with a dessert fork, she leaned against the counter with her arms crossed as she listened. Claire raised an eyebrow with interest and a little bit of wonder. How in the world did he analyze her like that?
"So, how long did it take you to come up with that one," she said with a slight hint that she was joking around. A slight smirk spread across her face as she gave a small shake of her head. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Aug 24, 2008 15:21:53 GMT -5
Edmund laughed heartily. Her reaction was exactly as he'd expected, and he was, as always, utterly charmed by her astonishment. It touched something inside him that he always denied existed to know that he could get to her like that. "Yes, my dear, I am quite aware of that," he replied. "And that's why you like me so much, isn't it? Face it, I'm unique. Just like you."
He winked at her before he took a bite of the pie. It was exactly as he'd described it... a perfect combination of sweet and sour, smooth and fluffy. He was unable to keep the smirk from his lips.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Aug 24, 2008 15:29:48 GMT -5
When Edmund said that was why she liked him so much, she laughed. It wasn't a laugh that she usually used when she was going to be sarcastic, but a real laugh. She didn't deny the fact that she liked him. Claire wasn't sure which way he meant it. Did he mean that he knew her secret, the one that she never admitted to anyone but herself, or did he mean in like a 'friendship' type of way? She decided that she was going to go with the one in the middle.
"People that are similar need to stay together don't you think? It always seems to make the world a more fun place to be." She gave him a wink of her own, before taking her place back at the table with her slice of pie, across from him.
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Aug 24, 2008 15:49:24 GMT -5
"I agree completely," Edmund replied. "When people are too different, they're more prone to fighting. Who needs all that tension? That's like what Lord Voldemort says... the purebloods should be able to be in control, and the mudbloods should stay out." But he didn't really want to get political at that moment. He was more interested in whether he could get any further with Claire. She always put him off from his advances, but then, he rarely ever just came to her apartment and stayed there for a while. Maybe the more intimate setting would weaken some of her resistance.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Aug 24, 2008 16:01:30 GMT -5
"Lord Voldemort is right," she said agreeing. She didn't really want to talk about deatheater things at the moment. Claire was starting to feel at ease being around him, and knew that if she started talking about deatheater things would get her going and then she wouldn't be so relaxed.
She didn't further any with the conversation of mudbloods and pure bloods. She simply started to eat her pie, taking her time. About half way through, she couldn't eat anymore. Claire sighed and pushed her plate away from her and looked over to Edmund. He looked quite handsome in the lighting, not that he didn't all the time. Mentally, Claire scolded herself for such thoughts at the moment.
Getting up from the table once more, she sat her plate on the counter. Instead of wasting the piece of pie, she got something to wrap it up in. Glancing back over to him she shook her head as she leaned against the counter. "Sitting there, you don't look like the Edmund I know. You don't seem like you're planning anything," Claire was going to continue, but she turned around with a faint pink stained across her cheeks. She looked to the dishes that were already washed and she started to put them away.
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Aug 24, 2008 17:04:56 GMT -5
Ah, but if only she knew... He ate his pie thoughtfully, watching her quietly. So many times he had wondered what went on in her mind, and now was no exception. When she wasn't talking, he sometimes fantasized that she was thinking about him and wondering what he was thinking.
Their friendship was an odd thing, to say the least. It always felt like it hung on a thread; sometimes she tolerated him, other times she seemed to hate him. But he often wished it was stronger. He was certainly not the type to open up his heart to a girl--indeed, he frequently denied having a heart at all--but sometimes, he wished he could just let himself go with her. To just let spill the secret thoughts in his head--many of which focused on her. But instead, he was always "on." He had an act to maintain.
It was amazing the things that could run through one's head while eating a slice of lemon meringue pie.
"Do I always have to have a plan?" he inquired lightly, his eyebrow arched.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Aug 24, 2008 18:51:46 GMT -5
As Claire reached up in the cabinet, she turned her head to face him a little with a smirk playing on her lips. "You seem to always have a plan, or you're rather good at just making things up as you go," she responded placing the plate in its place.
Edmund did seem to always have some kind of plan, although, she wasn't sure what his plan was of taking his time at her place. Claire wasn't in a rush to make him leave however, so she was relieved that he was taking his time. Naturally she wouldn't admit this out loud.
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Aug 24, 2008 22:43:38 GMT -5
Edmund finished his pie and gave her a charming smile. "Actually, my dear, I do believe you are the one with the plan. You are planning to ruin my physique with your rich cooking and lemon meringue pie, so that other women won't be attracted to me and you can have me all to yourself." He slid the empty plate across the table towards her, then leaned back in his chair.
In truth, he was running out of reasons to continue staying here with her. But he just didn't want to leave. She was in a good mood tonight, and wasn't arguing with him. And here, in her apartment, she wasn't able to be distracted by other men, just as he wasn't distracted by other women. There was something very enticing about being alone with her.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Aug 25, 2008 6:26:17 GMT -5
Claire laughed and then snapped her fingers. "You've figured me out," she said jokingly. "That is my plan to make you fat by feeding you all kinds of sweets and other things."
Tonight was different than her other times with him. It seemed like a better atmosphere where she was at ease and there weren't other things to distract her from him.
Walking over to the table, she picked up his plate and silverware. Claire placed it in the sink and washed it. She was trying to come up with something that would keep him around a little bit longer because she didn't want him to leave quiet yet. "You know, you should try cooking for yourself every once in awhile. I know that you have house elves, but it's actually a lot of fun."
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Aug 25, 2008 16:23:15 GMT -5
Edmund laughed. "Well, I'm going to have to go do some sort of exercise after this lovely meal you've made... I certainly can't have you making me fat, now can I?"
He stood up and stretched lazily, his eyes never leaving hers. He had no reason to stay... but then, his reason for coming over in the first place had been pretty flimsy. And he certainly was not feeling inclined to leave just yet.
"Cooking? Fun? Honestly, Claire, you get such silly ideas sometimes. I can hardly imagine how something so labor-intensive could be fun. It just seems like a lot of work. Now, of course, there are other things I find much more enjoyable..."
He walked across the kitchen in long, even strides and came to a stop just in front of her. Placing his index finger on the tip of her lips, he smiled wickedly. "But perhaps we could make a deal. You teach me to cook, and then we could do.... other things together as well..."
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Post by Claire Weiss on Aug 25, 2008 17:52:48 GMT -5
For a moment, as he stretched, Claire felt once again as if she were glued to her spot. She couldn't move even if she tried, and she kept her eyes staring at him.
"It seems right that you would rather be out, doing other things, rather than cooking. You just don't seem the type that would stay in one night and cook with maybe a few guests over. And cooking is not that hard of work! It's not like you're building a house or moving around furniture. Honestly Edmund. It's not that hard!"
When his finger touched her lips it sent a chill up her spine, and she did the best she could to hide it. His finger felt warm against her lips. The deal he made sounded alright. It would be one way she could keep him around, but then again for how long? Edmund wouldn't want to actually learn to cook. He would just get what he wanted and then leave, just like he does with all his other girls. Claire wasn't going to have that.
She raised her eyebrow, but shook her head 'no'. Claire couldn't let go that easily. She figured that she was his little toy. The one that he couldn't figure out how to work so he tried just about everything.
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Aug 25, 2008 18:31:49 GMT -5
But Edmund wasn't quite in the mood to take no for an answer with her. Not tonight. He moved closer, a sleepy expression in his eyes. He kept moving forward until he had her pinned against the edge of the counter. Smiling easily, he reached over and picked up a lock of her hair, rubbing it gently between his thumb and forefinger.
"You know, I do believe you've mastered the art of playing hard to get," he said slowly, his voice a deep, seductive rumble. "But I don't give up so easily." He leaned in close, so that his face was just a breath away from hers. "You're positively irresistible tonight," he whispered.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Aug 25, 2008 18:40:47 GMT -5
Claire noticed that he started to move in, and she didn't have anywhere to go. Her eyes stayed locked on his. The urge to kiss him as he moved in came across her mind, but she tried to fight it.
She knew that her heart was thumping pretty loudly, for she could hear it in her ears. Claire only hoped that he didn't hear it. She couldn't just give up so easily. She wanted the words 'apparently not' to come out as he said that he didn't give up so easily, but her lips wouldn't utter the words.
While she was up against the counter, she was glad for her legs seemed like they were shaking and she knew that she wouldn't be able to stand on her own. Maybe for a moment, she could go on with his little game, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had her.
"Just tonight," she barely breathed back in a question.
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Aug 25, 2008 21:18:12 GMT -5
No, not just tonight. Every night. It was just that tonight there was no one else around to distract her. It was just the two of them, alone together, and he wanted to use that to his advantage. Maybe it was unethical, maybe it was manipulative. He didn't care. The intimacy of being alone in her apartment was just too perfect to be denied.
"I think you know the answer to that," he replied enigmatically.
Cupping her chin in one hand, he leaned the rest of the way in and pressed his lips to hers.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Aug 25, 2008 21:24:31 GMT -5
Claire fought the urge to smirk. Although, she knew that he could have been just saying that to get what he wanted. She knew he was one with words. Edmund had to be to get as many women as he had.
She was slightly shocked as he pressed her lips against hers. Claire felt her body tense, but it slowly relaxed. His lips were soft. Everything she imagined that they would be. She responded by kissing him back, although she knew she shouldn't have. Claire couldn't help herself as she placed a hand on his cheek and deepened the kiss.
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Aug 25, 2008 22:11:59 GMT -5
As she deepened the kiss, Edmund put his arms around her and lifted her partially off the ground, pulling him closer to her. He felt certain that he had won at last, and he meant to savor the taste of victory.
It was strange, though... he'd kissed plenty of women--more than plenty, actually. But not one of them had ever felt like this. He felt strange emotions rushing through him... and that in itself was unusual. Most of his other liaisons with women were utterly unemotional affairs--for him, anyway. But Claire... sweet Claire... damn Claire... she made him feel things that he had never felt before. It terrified him. But he was not about to break free.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Aug 26, 2008 6:18:14 GMT -5
Once his arms went around her, Claire automatically put her arms around his neck. There was a strange feeling in her chest as she continued to kiss him. To her, this felt right, but she wasn't going to let it go any further than this. She wasn't going to let him sleep with her because she wanted to keep him around instead of having him leaving her alone.
She pulled away for a moment, only to catch her breath. However, before he could say anything, she placed her lips on his again. Claire was going to do her best to savior the moment, because she wasn't sure when this would happen again.
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Aug 27, 2008 18:23:34 GMT -5
Edmund didn't break the kiss, even as he ran his hands down her sides, all the way to the curve of her hips. After all this time, he never would have guessed it would be so easy. Just get her alone and kiss her. Was that really it? In a way, he was almost disappointed... the frustration of the chase had been exciting to him. If he had finally won her over, things would never really be quite the same.
Still... if he backed off even an inch now, he'd lose her, and this opportunity might never come again. She'd surely be more guarded with him after this. He broke the kiss then and began to trail kisses down her neck, to the spot where her neck and shoulder met. Dipping down, he followed the curve of her collarbone. Who knew it could be so sweet?
Finally, he returned his lips to hers in a searing kiss, as he scooped her up in his arms. Slowly, he carried her out of the kitchen and headed toward the bedroom.
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