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Tazzie · 09-09-2012, 04:35 PM

SPOILER!!: Spikey!

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Originally Posted by hermygirl

Everything was happening in slow motion... Spike became aware of the stinging on his back, the skin tender from rubbing against the rough rock. His wet tee must have rolled up, leaving it unprotected. He winced. Thank goodness he was wearing jeans though, else his legs would be roughed up even worse.

OOMPH!

Okay, NOW Beezus had landed - straight across his stomach. Well, that certainly said something about his aim. But more importantly, how was his friend. He slowly tensed his stomach muscles, trying to sit himself up enough to check she was okay.

As soon as she responded, he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "I'm here," he said quietly. She didn't exactly need to know where. Being underneath her was, well, on the awkward side. Even if he'd done it with good intentions. Though maybe she'd realised that the rock was slightly squishier that she was expecting. He bit his lip, nervously. "What am I, what?" he asked curiously. Doing there?

Saving you. Not wanting to see you hurt.

"It's no problem," he said. "No need to apologise." Especially since it'd been him she'd been avoiding. He was the one to blame. Spike's heart sank a little inside. "Are you hurt at all?"

She'd been awfully quiet. It worried him. Spike pushed himself up a bit further, wincing again at the skin being pulled on his back. He'd have a nice graze on that in the morning, huh? And probably a few bruises. That'd be nice for sleeping on. NOT. And he wouldn't even be able to see them to appreciate them properly - though he probably wouldn't want to, given the circumstances and the reminder there would be why she'd fell.

Because of him.

"Beezus," he said quietly, now sat up enough to adjust slightly to the side. He cradled her more comfortably into his left arm, her head resting against his left shoulder. With his right hand, he moved the hair out of her eyes. She really was pretty. Prettier than he'd remembered over the summer. His heart started to beat faster underneath her, and his mouth went dry. Despite his worries, he could see advantages in this outcome.

"I-I-I'm the one who should apologise," he said after a while and moistening his lips. For chasing her. And making her fall. And managing to make her wet, given she was laid across his wet tee and jeans. "S-s-sorry..."

Beezus snorted when Spike confirmed his location. Seriously, he didn't have to say where he was, because she knew and she could feel the warmness emitted by his body against hers. Their current situation was immensely awkward but there was nothing she could do about it. Not yet anyway. Her limbs still felt a bit shaken.

"What're you doing..there." the brunette responded to his inquisition. To be honest, she didn't expect him to be there in time for her rescue, but she was grateful nonetheless.

Hmm. He should be the one to apologize? Actually...Beezus thought about that. However, it wasn't really all Spike's fault. She was to blame too. After all, she was the one who pushed him into the spring. She'd reminded herself to correct that one later. "Mhm? I'm alright..I think." She didn't feel too much pain aside from the slight disorientation from the external surrounding she was experiencing, and the tad ache along her hips.

Siiiiigh. She should try and get up now, shouldn't she?

But her brain won't cooperate at the moment, like when she had landed on the Platform at Hogsmeade after using the Portkey for transportation. As her name was once more uttered by the Prefect, she felt him sitting up, her upper body was somehow lifted and she was now sitting on the ground. Slowly, her head found a comfortable cushion, his shoulder. Blinking, she stared at the older 'Claw as he brushed the strands of hair that was covering her face.

....He was apologizing again.

Beezus smirked and moved her right hand, open palm to corral his face and shook it slightly. "Stop apologizing okay? I'm fine.." Well..a lot better than a while ago. Then she brought her hand up to his head to mess his already messed up hair. "You won. I'm drenched now." the brunette said, giving him a slight raise of an eyebrows, grinning a bit. Happy Prefect Hutchinson?

09-09-2012, 04:35 PM	#153 (permalink)
Tazzie Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: Amestris (GMT+8) Posts: 11,065 Hogwarts RPG Name: Harri Ainsworth Second Year x12	❄Suaviter in modo, fortiter in re❄\| ⚕=equivalent exchange=⚕ \| pinned ya! SPOILER!!: Spikey! Quote: Originally Posted by hermygirl Everything was happening in slow motion... Spike became aware of the stinging on his back, the skin tender from rubbing against the rough rock. His wet tee must have rolled up, leaving it unprotected. He winced. Thank goodness he was wearing jeans though, else his legs would be roughed up even worse. OOMPH! Okay, NOW Beezus had landed - straight across his stomach. Well, that certainly said something about his aim. But more importantly, how was his friend. He slowly tensed his stomach muscles, trying to sit himself up enough to check she was okay. As soon as she responded, he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "I'm here," he said quietly. She didn't exactly need to know where. Being underneath her was, well, on the awkward side. Even if he'd done it with good intentions. Though maybe she'd realised that the rock was slightly squishier that she was expecting. He bit his lip, nervously. "What am I, what?" he asked curiously. Doing there? Saving you. Not wanting to see you hurt. "It's no problem," he said. "No need to apologise." Especially since it'd been him she'd been avoiding. He was the one to blame. Spike's heart sank a little inside. "Are you hurt at all?" She'd been awfully quiet. It worried him. Spike pushed himself up a bit further, wincing again at the skin being pulled on his back. He'd have a nice graze on that in the morning, huh? And probably a few bruises. That'd be nice for sleeping on. NOT. And he wouldn't even be able to see them to appreciate them properly - though he probably wouldn't want to, given the circumstances and the reminder there would be why she'd fell. Because of him. "Beezus," he said quietly, now sat up enough to adjust slightly to the side. He cradled her more comfortably into his left arm, her head resting against his left shoulder. With his right hand, he moved the hair out of her eyes. She really was pretty. Prettier than he'd remembered over the summer. His heart started to beat faster underneath her, and his mouth went dry. Despite his worries, he could see advantages in this outcome. "I-I-I'm the one who should apologise," he said after a while and moistening his lips. For chasing her. And making her fall. And managing to make her wet, given she was laid across his wet tee and jeans. "S-s-sorry..." Beezus snorted when Spike confirmed his location. Seriously, he didn't have to say where he was, because she knew and she could feel the warmness emitted by his body against hers. Their current situation was immensely awkward but there was nothing she could do about it. Not yet anyway. Her limbs still felt a bit shaken. "What're you doing..there." the brunette responded to his inquisition. To be honest, she didn't expect him to be there in time for her rescue, but she was grateful nonetheless. Hmm. He should be the one to apologize? Actually...Beezus thought about that. However, it wasn't really all Spike's fault. She was to blame too. After all, she was the one who pushed him into the spring. She'd reminded herself to correct that one later. "Mhm? I'm alright..I think." She didn't feel too much pain aside from the slight disorientation from the external surrounding she was experiencing, and the tad ache along her hips. Siiiiigh. She should try and get up now, shouldn't she? But her brain won't cooperate at the moment, like when she had landed on the Platform at Hogsmeade after using the Portkey for transportation. As her name was once more uttered by the Prefect, she felt him sitting up, her upper body was somehow lifted and she was now sitting on the ground. Slowly, her head found a comfortable cushion, his shoulder. Blinking, she stared at the older 'Claw as he brushed the strands of hair that was covering her face. ....He was apologizing again. Beezus smirked and moved her right hand, open palm to corral his face and shook it slightly. "Stop apologizing okay? I'm fine.." Well..a lot better than a while ago. Then she brought her hand up to his head to mess his already messed up hair. "You won. I'm drenched now." the brunette said, giving him a slight raise of an eyebrows, grinning a bit. Happy Prefect Hutchinson? __________________ ❏❏❏