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Post by dimitri on Oct 28, 2008 20:03:38 GMT -5
As Dimitri and Nathalia exited the Spellbound, he quickly slipped his arm around her waist as they began walking down the street. Dimitri knew he was far ahead in the game and that puzzled him a whole lot more than it should. Never before had he met a woman who went after what she wanted as forcefully as he did. As a small chill breeze kicked up, he pulled her a little closer to keep her warm as they walked. "So tell me about yourself Nathalia?" His gruff Russian voice, lowered slightly, his eyes scanning the area around them. He would let her stew for a little while before he took her back to his place, it was only proper after all.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Oct 28, 2008 22:15:00 GMT -5
Nat had no problems talking about herself. She wasn't really all that vain, but she was confident and had never once been mousey in her entire life.
"I'm a bartender at Stu's, if you're ever in the mood for kareoke you should come on down. I've been living in New York studying art, and I'm back for a while. That's everything important, I suppose, unless there's something specific you'd like to know, then you can feel free to ask. I'm an opn book for you to read."
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Post by dimitri on Oct 28, 2008 22:44:01 GMT -5
"Ah a bartender? A Party girl eh?" He chuckled casually as they walked, leaning in close he whispered into her ear. "I can think of more than a few things I would like to do to you but reading is not one that comes to mind." Although her offer of asking questions brought up a very interesting one to Dimiter. He did not even know if this girl was a pure blood, if he slept with a non pure blood would this Dark Lord know and turn him away. "Your parent's are wizard's as well?" He hoped the question sounded casual and nonchalant but something about this witch threw him off guard a little.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Oct 28, 2008 23:06:51 GMT -5
Nat grinned a little, easily letting him lean into her and letting her body press against his side. She used the excuse of the chilly wind and his whispering, and said nothing to discourage the thoughts of what he'd like to do to her.
"Yes, they are," she answered, not even hesitating to figure out how to answer the question. She was a witch, and her mother was. As far as she knew, so was her father. There was no evidence to the contrary, anyway, so why answer anything else? It helped the rest of the family if they could believe she was a pureblood. Sometimes, she thought it helped her too.
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Post by dimitri on Oct 29, 2008 17:17:00 GMT -5
Smiling as Nathalia said her parents were pure blooded. This was Dimitri's night it seemed, he had a wild little dove at his side, and she was pure blooded to boot. He might just have to keep this little firecracker around for a while, until he eventually became bored of her like all the others he left back in Russia.
"So you said you wanted to know more of Russian customs..." He paused as he quickly figured out a way to throw the suggestion out there. "You know, it is considered polite to invite um...how do you say...a pretty date inside for a drink? Perhaps you would like to have a drink with me at my...apartment?"
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Oct 29, 2008 19:20:00 GMT -5
Nathalia bit the inside of her lip. This was the last chance to back out if she didn't want it. But there was a good looking foreigner showing interest in her... she could say yes and not look easy. It would take a little work, since he moved rather quickly, but she could pull it off.
"If I didn't know better, Mr. Komorov, I'd suspect you were trying to get me drunk," she said in a light voice. He had said a drink after all, and not the generally accepted coffe.
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Post by dimitri on Oct 29, 2008 19:33:53 GMT -5
Dimitri laughed in response to Nat's remark about him trying to get her drunk. "I apologize Miss Nathalia. I sometimes forget you British don't drink like us Russians." Leaning over he kissed her on the top of her head ever so lightly. "In Russia, inviting someone in to drink is like when you British invite each over for....how do you say....tea or coffee. If you would like, you are also welcome to have tea or coffee at my apartment instead of firewhiskey. I promise, you won't offend me."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Oct 29, 2008 20:47:09 GMT -5
"Well, the last thing I would want to do is offend you. And make no mistake, I can hold my liquor." There was a hint of a challenge in her voice, in case he didn't believe her.
"I'd like a drink," she said, nodding. She just left her last chance behind.
(Ehhhh. They'll be longer)
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Post by dimitri on Oct 29, 2008 21:36:37 GMT -5
Dimitri smiled as she said she could hold her liquor, many people thought they could drink but then they met a Russian. Dimitri used to play a game with his friends when they were still in school, they would get drunk and duel to see who could win, it was great fun if you don't mind the occasional limb replacement. "I bet you think you can Nathalia. So tell me your name does not sound British, are you from elsewhere?"
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Oct 29, 2008 21:55:37 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow at that. So he doubted her? Or did he believe and just wanted to call her bluff? Yes, he was well on his way to getting her plastered. Nat didn't mind... she was still young enough that she could get away with partying and the like (despite what her family said). She had never lived to please them.
"Oh, you don't believe me? I think I might surprise you," she told him. She really had no doubt that he could drink her under the table, but heaven help the man who called her a lightweight. She just had to be sure she could trust him.
She shrugged at his next question. "I'm British. The name is Italian." She wondered if that was a clue to her father, or if her mother had just liked the name. "Family ties and all," she waved her hand as if explaining it away. "And you can feel free to shorten it however you like... Thalia, Nat, Lia... take your pick."
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Post by dimitri on Oct 30, 2008 0:49:17 GMT -5
Dimitri laughed as Nathalia rebutted his statement about her drinking, yes this one was a firecracker and Dimitri was sure he would enjoy her for at least one night, but he was hoping to keep her around for a while. "We shall see how well you hold your liquor then Nathalia. I look forward to a good challenge little dove." He would have fun with this one, he would enjoy her as much as he could and then he would leave her, perhaps he might even need to kill her it definitely would not be a first for him.
"Ah yes I see, well I think your name suits you. Exotic name for a very exotic witch. I think I shall call you Lia, most people call me Mitri, yet you can call me whatever you wish.."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Oct 30, 2008 4:45:37 GMT -5
Oh, Merlin, Nat was getting herself into it now. She knew that he would drink her stupid, but they would have some fun getting there. He would probably enjoy her drink at that. She was a little more... Compliant. But for some strange reason, she did trust herself with him. She usually was a good judge of character, and she had no idea that right now he was entertaining the thought of killing her if he needed to.
"I think I'll call you Dimitri for now. I like the way it rolls off thhe tongue."
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Post by dimitri on Oct 30, 2008 20:38:30 GMT -5
It was time for the hunter to strike his prey, he would take her home and show this little dove things her dreams couldn't show her. Stopping he turned and wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning in slowly until his slips was only centimeters from Nathalia's. "That's not the only thing that rolls of the tongue.." Closing the distance their lips met as his arms pulled her body closer against his.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Oct 30, 2008 21:16:47 GMT -5
Nat was surprised by this, but she let him hold her how he would. She could be the dainty, fragile little dove he spoke of for a while. When it mattered, she'd let him see how on fire she could be.
Kissing him was easy, and she had to admit that he was one of the better kissers she had met, and it brought to mind all sorts of questions about what he could do with his tongue.
She made a point to pull back before the kiss was actually over... she was teasing him, giving him a little to make him want more.
"You were saying about those drinks?"
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Post by dimitri on Nov 1, 2008 23:22:08 GMT -5
Dimitri stared after Nathalia's beautiful lips as she pulled them away from him, all he could focus on was how badly he wanted those lips to come back to him. "Drinks...Oh yes!" Snapping out of the small trance he had entered he grabbed her hand and swiftly lead her through the streets of Hogsmeade until they reached the entrance of the apartments where Dimitri was staying. Leading her upstairs he opened the door and closed it behind them...
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