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I'm Andraste... Andraste LeFroy. Yeah, I'm who you think I am - daughter of Nitro and Ember, both members of the Brotherhood. No, this isn't some type of time warp - well, actually, it is. That's what I do - I can manipulate the stream of time. My parents had no idea when I was younger, seeing as the only gift that made itself apparent was telepathy... but now I'm sure they do. Don't ask why I came back. It's none of your concern.

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I want it with whipped cream on it

"I think I'm entitled to your body, got a little problem with personal space...~" Andraste was singing again, but this time quietly. She supposed after the fifteenth time she had been caught doing it that perhaps it was time that she got a personal music device of sorts, and a quick trip to the future had solved it. Things in the late 2000's were so easy to get a hold of - well, they were rather expensive, but so readily available. Not necessary legal all of the time - who put rights to music? - but those laws were easy to break when you could move through the timestream.  Well, sometimes she could. Recently she'd been able to go sometimes, but not others. If she had bothered to track it, the girl would realize that it followed the pattern of the moon - waxing and waning as it did.  Of course, she hadn't, so for now she'd just disappear for bits at a time. Ah well - all's fine as long as she can come back and see her new friends. The person she missed the most, currently, was her roommate, Callan - she hadn't seen the redhead in weeks. Andraste sighed a bit, blowing her hair from her face. Well, she hadn't been at the cabin when she had stopped by, so she had instead left a note saying where she'd be... The Brotherhood library. The brunette plucked a book from the shelf and cracked it open, taking out her previously-left bookmark - she would never take out a romance novel and tell people about it, especially not one involving women. Her mother would kill her. No, for now she'd lean against this shelf, headphones in, singing under her breath as she scanned the flaming content. "I want it with whipped cream ooon it, gotta gimme, gimme, gimme your loooveee...~" 

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ooc; Lupin, you sneaky rascal.

LET ME LOVE YOU

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Is this how you’ll walk around the house, love? /smirks/

….!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

/strips completely/ Oi, its no worries mate. I’m comfortable in my own skin. /winks, brushes past her/

.............[coughcoughCOUGHGOUGHHACKSWALLOW] Good to know.

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Is this how you’ll walk around the house, love? /smirks/

....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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experiment-iv:

A sly smirk slid onto the man's face as the woman replied. She was quite a piece of work; all bravado. But the good kind-- the kind that made her squirm, and that made him want to corrupt every inch of her. The man wanted to hear each individual noise Andraste could make; he wanted her to sing.

He bowed his head down, swooping down to her neck as he once again purred into her ear. "Hm, but you should be bothered..." He grinned, his teeth grazing her ear lobe before he descended up the flesh of her neck. In between words, he blessed her skin with a longing kiss. “You should be-“ Aiden tugged upon her ear, licking it gently. “very-“ The skilled man moved lower, kissing under her jaw line gently, and almost romantically. “very-“ He growled, biting the previously kissed skin roughly, completely changing the mood. “hot and bothered.” Aiden sucked on the sensitive flesh just above the collarbone in the crook of her neck, attempting to arouse some sort of pleasure from the young woman’s throat.

If she were being quite honest with herself, that smirk of his made her insides quiver. It was like he knew exactly how to treat women like… like women. He was bad for her, she could tell, but that didn’t make the situation any less arousing – fucking hormones. It was like they were making it their mission to ruin her life by making her do bad things… Well, they were making it easier for her to make the choices. His hands were nice against her skin, the tickle of his facial hair against her neck causing her breath to quicken. She bit down hard on her lip to avoid making a sound, knowing full well that people could walk into the room at any moment. It seemed she had a habit of encountering these fabulously sexy strangers in public places… like she was wearing a tracking device or something. The low timbre of his voice was only making it worse, and her legs felt like jelly – she reached back and leaned against the kitchen counter, propping herself off and finding comfort in the cool marble. Her head tipped back slightly so he could gain better access, her slouchy shirt sliding off of one shoulder and exposing the bare, strapless skin. Andraste suddenly regretted going without a bra – she needed to stop doing that. He seemed to take advantage of it, biting on her fair flesh and eliciting a soft, pleasured gasp from her as her eyes momentarily squeezed shut. Damn it, he needed to play fair – and maybe open a window. It was too hot in here. “Well, I am, if that was your intent… Maybe we should open a window.”

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A smirk curled upon Aiden’s mouth as his lips grazed her hot ear. He removed the hand that was intertwined with her locks of hair, gliding it down past her shoulders resting on the small of her back, pulling her closer to his body gently. He wrapped his arm around her petite waist, cradling her frame as he towered over her lithe stature. Aiden bore into her blue eyes, his warm breath falling down upon her skin, their faces mere inches apart. “So this doesnt bother you?” He cocked his head to the side slightly, a wry smirk dancing onto his features, his white teeth poking out of the corner of his lips.

The woman didn't quite know how to react to Aiden - the last time someone had been this close to her he had taken what he wanted and kinda left (even though she had wanted it), and it had hurt. Sure, she knew that it was a part of life and some guys were assholes, but she should be past that, right? Right. This was a good chance to move on! She leaned lightly against him, meeting his gaze for just a moment before looking down to her hands, watching them as they rested against his chest. "I... no. Of course not. I'm a big girl... Why should it?"

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/breath tickles le ear lobe/ You’re very welcome. /tucks a loose strand of hair behind her other ear/ You seem tense…/tangles fingers in her hair/ I hope I’m not doing anything to cause that.

Oh, uh - of course not. [trying to seem more comfortable than she is, hasn't felt this hot since-] I don't mind... being close.

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experiment-iv:

/smirks/ The name’s Aiden. /grabs her hand, kisses it/ And who might you be?

[blushes hotly, lowers eyes for a moment] Andraste.

Well, Andraste. /leans in, whispers in her ear/ You look lovely when you blush, doll.

I...I-I... Thanks. [probably crimson by now, shivers]