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@stag-geringly-perfect
Where's my favorite girl?
[Allie covers her chest with her hands, feeling very small and insecure next to James. She surveys his chest and swallows thickly.] You’re - You’re sort of pretty.
[James reaches out and carefully pries her hands away] And you're absolutely breathtaking. I love you. I mean it. I find every single part of you beautiful, you don't need to hide from me.
Where's my favorite girl?
[Allie bites her lip, freezing up a bit. She ignored her anxiety and the fast pace at which her heart was pumping and nodded her head, pulling away so he could remove her shirt]Â
[James gently and slowly takes her shirt off and then takes off his own with a loving smile] Only fair, right?
Where's my favorite girl?
[A small, barely audible moan comes from her lips as she kisses him, and her face gets even redder] I love you, too. So much. You don’t even know.
[His hands grasp at the hem of her shirt] Are you okay with this?
Where's my favorite girl?
[Allie’s voice is barely audible and uneven] I think - I think maybe - Maybe I’m okay with being corrupted. [Her face flushes and she crushes her lips against his, timidly stroking his tongue with hers]
[James kisses her back with a little more force, and holds her tightly but not enough to hurt] I love you [He murmurs against her lips]
Where's my favorite girl?
[A small, garbled sound escapes her lips and she bites down hard on her lip to prevent any more. Her hands drift down from his neck to his waist, where she strokes him withotu thinking about it.]
[James shivers and smirks, whispering in her ear] Have a corrupted you, dear Allie? [He softly nips her earlobe and slips his hands under her shirt, careful not to go too far and scare her, but instead lingers at her waist and caresses her with his fingers]Â
Where's my favorite girl?
[Her eyes pop open a bit and she bites her lip to keep from sighing. She nudges herself against him and leans her head back slightly]
[He reaches up and caresses her back through her shirt softly]
Where's my favorite girl?
[She subconsciously pulls closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck]Â Does suit you.
[kisses her neck heatedly]
Where's my favorite girl?
[She mutters before kissing him] Now who’s the rude one…
[puts hands on her hips]Â I think I quite like being the rude one.
Where's my favorite girl?
Well, James, did I ever claim to be a nice person?
Oh, shush.
Where's my favorite girl?
Y-Yes, you are.
Don’t - Don’t argue. *she smiles shakily*
You're not being nice at all, Alexandria Martin.
Where's my favorite girl?
Oh, don’t be ridiculous.
I am not!
Where's my favorite girl?
*wraps her arms around him and nuzzles his neck*
You know, I’ve missed you today.
I always miss you.
Where's my favorite girl?
Now that that’s been settled, cuddle time?
Of course.
Where's my favorite girl?
Yeah, and it gives us time to cuddle, so it’s in everyone’s best interest.
Now, come hug me. I’ve had a long day.
Yes, ma'am.
Where's my favorite girl?
Wait, wh- oh - OH.
Erm - well, uh - whatever shuts him up, I guess…
It works, and I'm not seeing anyone complaining.
Where's my favorite girl?
Huh? Occupied with what?
Violet's mouth. And...other body regions.
Where's my favorite girl?
Pete? Studying? Huh. Proud of him.
I was just wondering. I don’t really want to put up with Sirius’s mouth. *she smiles* Besides, I don’t like cuddling in crowds. I want you all to myself.
Remus' influence.
Trust me, whether he was in the room with us or not, Sirius' mouth will be plenty occupied to actually say anything that could bother you. No quarrels there, love.
