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| QUOTE (jacoby gagnier of we didnt start the fire) |
The time was probably early in the AM's, not even eight yet. Well - early AM's for Jacoby consist of 12 PM on weekends, and "late" nights usually mean 4 AM for him. He laid there sound asleep, having a nice dream about the quidditch world cups, while the young slytherin sat atop his royal broomstick, and rode it as if it was a chariot, he led the falcons to a three day victory of the arrows. Of course, dreams are dreams, but the young slytherin knew what he wanted to be, he wanted to be the famous seeker whom led his famous team, the falcons, to the world cup more then once, and then once he was old, retire and enjoy the countryside with his love. His eyes opened for just a moment at seven forty three, he could tell it wasn't eight yet because of the angle the sun hit the window behind him, and cast a shadow. Was it sad that the slytherin knew exactly what the sun did at this time, exactly how many times did he sleep on this sofa? More then he could count with four hands. The split-second eye opening was just enough, he closed them right away but he knew it was too late. He could hear the somewhat quiet shuffle of feet across the floor, maybe it was his perfect hearing, or maybe she was just rather loud. Either way, he still tried to fall back asleep as soon as he could. He obviously didn't try hard enough. About thirty seconds after he tried to fall asleep, the young slytherin princess, or at least his princess, moved over to him, he could almost feel her aura there already, and while at first a nudge only got a silent grunt from him, he could tell her attempts weren't going to be over until he was awake. Goddamn women, never know when to sleep. It's not like the two didn't spend every minute of the day together, and sometimes the nights. Oh well, I guess that shows something. So Jacoby grunted again silently as she nudged him with her knee as he laid there, inside his head he was slightly laughing as he almost drifted off, and then he did. It lasted another ten seconds until he felt her actually climb on top of him. Now, the way Jacoby was sleeping, which was laying directly up, made Galatee's sitting on him almost as if they were having sex. Quite ironic... He let out another grunt and turned himself over, he could feel her somewhat move with him. He could hear her let out a little grunt herself as he stopped moving and then slowly turned himself back at her. "Alright, fine.. I'm awake." He said somewhat quietly, his cute little french accent taking over. He looked down over himself for a moment, he was wearing a pair of pajama pants, with no shirt. "You know, you shouldn't walk around in almost nothing." Jacoby said as he smiled and positioned his hands around her stomach, where her short tank-top was not, and her small exposed stomach was. |