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antheamckinncn:
“I’m okay.” Anthea’s head pops up from under the snow, and they shake their head to try and dislodge some of it from their curls before picking up their broom. “It’s still– still a work in progress trick. I don’t usually crash like that.”
“Are you sure you’re okay? I could find someone to check you out, not at a hospital.”
assidua-vigilantia:
“I’m not thrilled about the situation either.”
“But is there anything that can be done about it?”
14 february 1980 ;;
herckinnon:
“I mean we can. Would you prefer that? I can cancel plans.”
“No, you don’t have to do that. I’m just saying, we don’t have to make a big deal out of it, if you don’t want to, or if it would be weird.”
wxrmyface:
“It–it isn’t that bad, really. It’s just a papercut. Although it…it’s still bleeding quite a bit, isn’t it?”
“It’s still a paper cut, they’re a special kind of nasty. I think I have a bandaid somewhere.”
divine-disassociation:
“You should have seen the last guy who tried it.”
I definitely don’t want to.
14 february 1980 ;;
“This is my first Valentine’s Day in like three years where I haven’t been single.”
“If you want we can just pretend it’s any normal day.” She’s only half joking.
“Yikes.”
divine-disassociation:
“You know, for an admission you were wrong I would suffer through the indignity of my given name. I’ll frame it in a gold leaf frame above my workstation.” she huffed. “Oh, but you do.Otherwise you might have just accepted a genuine compliment.”
“I never said I was wrong I said we can disagree without you being wrong.” Cordella huffs. “Just because you consider it a compliment doesn’t mean I have to.”
corvisbones:
Or we could both ditch. Ugh, fine. But I’m not sitting next to him.
“We can’t ditch. We’re senior members, we’re leaders now, whether we like it or not.” Cordella is definitely not comfortable with the idea, but she’s doing her best to live up to it all the same. “With the mood you’re in I think you’d better sit next to me.”
herckinnon:
Hercules meets her gaze before he turns his focus to undoing the buttons of Cordella’s blouse, trying and failing to not be too eager about it. He gently pushes the blouse from her shoulders, and lets his gaze linger as he looks at her. His fingers brush gently down her sides. “Definitely not laughing.” He rests his hands on her hips and pulls her in closer, kissing her deeply before pulling back a tiny bit. “Tell me if you’re not comfortable or wanna’ stop, alright?”
She can’t help but hold her breath, though the way he fumbles slightly in his haste to undo the buttons makes her feel a little better. She shivers a little as her blouse falls to the floor and fights the urge to cross her arms over her chest as he looks at her. When he kisses her she finally lets go, allowing herself to want him as much as she does without worrying if it’s too much or too soon or too far. When he pulls away she doesn’t register what he’s saying, she just shakes her head. “Don’t stop.” It’s barely a breath as she curls her fingers into a fist at the back of his neck, drawing him back.
apisremus:
I mean I think it’s good. I prefer peppermint, but this is a good second place. Especially if you toss a couple chocolate chips at the bottom.
“I suppose I’ll try that then, and would you mind adding the chocolate chips?”
herckinnon:
Hercules watches Cordella intently as she looks at him, his brows furrowed with concern and apprehension. He’s not sure what to do if she laughs, or what to do at all, really, so he just stands there and lets her look. “Not laughing.” He smiles a bit. “We’re off to a great start, then.” He tugs at the bottom of her shirt. “Can I?”
Cordella tries to swallow, but her mouth is too dry. She knows, of course, that this is the normal order of things, but there’s still a niggling fear in the back of her mind that Hercules will be the one to laugh. She fingers the buttons of her blouse before she nods. “Yes.”
herckinnon:
“I’m sure I can think of something.” He pulls her closer, hands on her hips. He kisses her before chuckling again. “I can take a hint. Okay. Here we go.” He pulls his shirt up and over his head when she tugs at it again and gestures to himself. “Square.”
She holds her breath as he pulls his shirt over his head, which seems ridiculous because she’s seen him without a shirt before, but that doesn’t matter. This is all brand new. She reaches out to touch him without meaning to, then stops herself instinctively before she remembers that she doesn’t have to. She traces light fingers along his collar bone then down his sternum, remembers to breathe, looks up at him. “Definitely not laughing.”
corvisbones:
I have other things I need to be doing. Plus Dung is here, and I can’t stand him. Don’t make me go.
“If I have to put up with him so do you. You’re acting like a child.”
herckinnon:
“I think you love proving me wrong.” He raises his eyebrows. “I like making bets. You’re on.” He laughs, looking down. “Are you trying to sneak a peek? Cordella Figg, you absolute fox.”
“I do.” She croons a little, almost feeling like her body’s been taken over by some foreign, brave spirit. Not that she’s complaining. “But what will you give me when I win?” Cordella blushes a little, but she tilts her chin in a challenge and wraps the rest of her fingers in his shirt, tugging lightly. “Maybe I’m trying to drop a hint.” She pulls her lower lip between her teeth as some of her brief flare of confidence starts to fade.
herckinnon:
“You say that now. Second my shirt is off, though, you’re gonna’ be laughing at how freakishly tiny my head looks compared to the rest of my body.” He’s grinning like an idiot, though, clearly pleased that she thinks he’s attractive. “Do I sound like a total douche if I reprise my offer for you to stay over after this conversation?”
“I think you’re wrong.” The grin on his face has her blood singing a heady song that’s stronger than firewhiskey. She hooks the hem of his shirt with one, hesitant finger. “Do you want to make a bet?” In response to his question she shakes her head solemnly. “Definitely not.”
herckinnon:
“You do?” Hercules takes a breath of relief before grinning. “Nice! Okay, good. Good to know.” He shakes his head. “Because I look like a square! A very muscular square. I don’t know, you laugh at me all the time.”
“Yeah, yeah.” and then, because she’s feeling unusually bold, she smiles and says, “If you look like a square then you’re a very attractive square.”
