“Oh!” Surprised by Kingsley’s sudden movement and the flurry of parchment and pens that followed, Alicia rushed into the room, anxious to help him out in any way that she could. “Let me help you,” she offered, though she didn’t wait for a reply, before she put her bag on the chair and knelt down on the floor. One by one, she began picking up parchments, though she stopped when she had an armful of scrolls. Chewing on her lip, she stopped when she realized she didn’t know if they had been in any particular order and if her picking them up just made more of a mess of it for Kingsley. The last thing she wanted to do, was to cause more work for him.
Careful not to drop her load of parchments, she got back up on her feet. Standing in front of Kingsley, her gaze travelled up long legs, the bulge at the front of his trousers, his flat abdomen – which she could imagine as being rockhard – over his chest, rising and falling with each breath he took and up to his eyes. “Wh-where would you like me to put these..?” she breathed, feeling herself getting lost in those amazing, dark brown eyes. Eyes that despite their mystique and guarded gaze exuded a calm that made her feel warm all over and her breathing grow deeper.
How was it possible that she had only met this marvelous man once before, when looking at him, she knew how exactly perfect he was for her, and how happy she could make him, if only he would let her stay near her? He was obviously a smart and wise man, who not only was capable of being first the Minister for Magic and now the leader of the entire population in this new world, but also had the looks and charms worthy of a god. One day, if they were lucky, these settlements would be adorned with statues of him, like ancient Rome had been with statues of their gods. Alicia was certain of it. “…Minister Shacklebolt..?”
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Date: 2013-02-19 09:52 pm (UTC)Careful not to drop her load of parchments, she got back up on her feet. Standing in front of Kingsley, her gaze travelled up long legs, the bulge at the front of his trousers, his flat abdomen – which she could imagine as being rockhard – over his chest, rising and falling with each breath he took and up to his eyes. “Wh-where would you like me to put these..?” she breathed, feeling herself getting lost in those amazing, dark brown eyes. Eyes that despite their mystique and guarded gaze exuded a calm that made her feel warm all over and her breathing grow deeper.
How was it possible that she had only met this marvelous man once before, when looking at him, she knew how exactly perfect he was for her, and how happy she could make him, if only he would let her stay near her? He was obviously a smart and wise man, who not only was capable of being first the Minister for Magic and now the leader of the entire population in this new world, but also had the looks and charms worthy of a god. One day, if they were lucky, these settlements would be adorned with statues of him, like ancient Rome had been with statues of their gods. Alicia was certain of it. “…Minister Shacklebolt..?”