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Post by dimitri on Nov 1, 2008 23:46:01 GMT -5
As Dimitri entered his apartment he smiled at the lovely Nathalia. "I hope you don't mind firewhiskey, those muggle drinks are too weak for me." Chuckling he walked past Nathalia and made his way to the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of firewhiskey, he quickly grabbed two glasses and came back into the living room where the lovely Nathalia waited. Placing the glasses on the table, he poured some firewhiskey in both, placing the battle on the table he finally looked up at Nathalia.
Grabbing the glasses he held one out to her, his mind racing with the possibilities of what they could do this night. "Shall we?"
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Nov 2, 2008 0:35:54 GMT -5
Nathalia looked around the living room that Dimitri left her in while he was getting the drink and the glasses. Typical male living room, she thought, though she was observant and trying to learn what she could about him through what he had. Honestly, his living room was bare enough that he either *just* moved in, or was ready to leave on a second's notice.
"I don;t disciminate where alcohol is concerned," she told him, turning back to him when he offered her a glass, which she easily took. "How long have you lived here?"
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Post by dimitri on Nov 3, 2008 20:40:49 GMT -5
Dimitri nearly laughed as Nathalia asked him how long he had been living in his apartment. He knew his apartment wasn't very cozy, yet Dimitri never worried about being cozy. His apartment was to sleep in and as a place to put his bed until he could find another female to occupy it. "I have only been in England for a week. Before that I was traveling around Russia." Downing his glass in one gulp, he placed it on the table as he moved a little closer to Nathalia.
"So Lia, how about you? Have you always been a beautiful English witch, or do I have another country to thank for that."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Nov 3, 2008 21:01:04 GMT -5
"I've been living in America off and on for the last two years. That's where my apartment is, anyway." She supposed that made her slightly exotic to the British and others.
She was still working on her drink, but gave Dimitri a look. "Oh, you're going for speed to, are you?" She raised her eyebrows and downed the rest of her drink... she would keep up while she could.
"I was taking art for a while. New York had one of the best schools, so it was pretty easy to make the decision to pick up and go."
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Post by dimitri on Nov 5, 2008 12:34:45 GMT -5
Dimitri smiled as Nathalia downed her glass as well, this was one feisty witch and it began to excite Dimitri. "Have to appreciate a woman who can handle her liquor.." With a small chuckle he refilled the glasses, and looked back towards Nathalia. "America eh...? I've heard America is a pretty interesting country. Although, you know Russia has the best lovers in the entire world..." With a grin he brushed the back of his hand against her cheek.
"Ti takAya krasIvaya" Letting the words hang in the air between them, Dimitri quickly grabbed the glasses and the bottle moving over to the couch, sitting down he motioned for Nathalia to come join him as he placed the bottle on the table. "Better to sit and drink, in case you fall."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Nov 6, 2008 5:37:10 GMT -5
Nat gave him another curious look. She loved the language on his tongue, but she was at a loss as to its meaning. "What does that mean?" She asked. If he was going to say compliments or seductive things or anything really, she wanted to know.
She joined him on the couch, however, and took another drink. "Russia may have the best lovers, but America has the most adventurous." She wiggled her eyebrows slightly. "Those are theories we might have to test."
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Post by dimitri on Nov 13, 2008 14:53:03 GMT -5
Dimitri nearly laughed at the last comment from Nathalia's lips. "Americans more adventurous?" Smiling he leaned in close his face just inches from her's as his eyes seemed to bore holes into her mind and read her thoughts. "Then you have been deprived without a Russian man around to properly attend...to your needs." Pulling back a little he took another sip of his firewhiskey as he continued to stare at the beautiful Nathalia.
"As for the Russian, well I guess you'll either have to learn the language or make me talk." Chuckling he flashed Nathalia a wink as he sat back on the couch, his eyes held nothing but lust for the beautiful witch he had brought home this evening.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Nov 17, 2008 0:11:32 GMT -5
"Well, you can judge for yourself," Nat told him. "I have picked up quite a few American tendencies. I can prove to you my point... and you can prove to me yours," she told him boldly, not moving away as he moved towards her. She even inched forward a touch.
"Oh? How do you suggest I make you talk?"
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Post by dimitri on Nov 19, 2008 8:08:41 GMT -5
Dimitri grinned silently as Nathalia was dong everything but directly throwing herself on him. Quickly taking another drink o his firewhiskey, he placed the glass on the table and tuned to face the lovely English witch that sat next to him. His eyes slowly took in each feature on Nathalia, he flowing hair, eyes that cold hold one's attention forever it seemed and skin smoother than the finest Asian silks.
Following her lead, Dimitri moved closer to Lia as well, closing the distance until they were mere inches from touching. "I'd love to show you just how...skilled a Russian man can be." Lightly brushing his hand against her cheek, his eyes sunk into hers once more. "Dear Lia, I am sorry to say you instill more than a few desires into me yet i'm afraid, talking isn't one of them..."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Nov 20, 2008 4:34:41 GMT -5
Nat smiled softly, seductively, and, thanks to the alcohol, in a wanton way that would make most of her family cringe. And at this point, what did she care if he thought she was easy? They both wanted the same thing, and she'd be gone before he woke up in the morning and things got complicated. Guys liked it when she left... It was clean up they didn't have to worry about.
"let's explore these desires of yours, and see if I can't guess one or two of them." she reached forward, letting her index finger trace his neck, just above the collar of his shirt.
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Post by dimitri on Jan 16, 2009 2:49:13 GMT -5
Grinning like a schoolboy, he let his hand move down to rest on her thigh as he maneuvered his head around her arm until it rested on his shoulder. Sliding forward his hand slowly moved up the silky smooth skin of her thigh and his lips met hers. His hand slid slowly up and down the length of her thigh, his lips locked with Lia's in an embrace that seemed as if never wanted to end. Then Dimitri pulled back slowly, his eyes locking onto hers.
"I think I have just found a new desire, Lia."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 16, 2009 3:10:03 GMT -5
Nathalia smiled again, and even blushed a little. She was used to feeling wanted, but even she had to admit that Dimitri was quite flattering. Maybe it was a Russian thing... Italians were the same way. They had the ability to make a woman feel like she was the most beautiful, perfect woman in the world.
He was good in other areas too, she soon discovered, and she had a hard time finding any fault at all with him.
But, as always, she had to leave. He was asleep next to her, which meant he wasn't pressing her to leave and she could have stayed til morning, but it was easier and simpler if she left now.
Being as careful as she could, she slid from under his arm and gathered her clothes, which were scattered on the floor. By the time she was dressed and out of his apartment, she couldn't deny how empty she felt, like she left a part of herself in there with Dimitri. Maybe she had left a part of herself with Roland, too, and she was out of parts to give.
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