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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on May 20, 2012 15:19:00 GMT -5
Rigoletto smiled with her words -Really- "Really Summer" A little higher then her own voice, but still soft & light. With her words of -Thank you- he had to think a moment what she meant, he smiled as she leaned into his touch, at her lightly kiss to his palm he felt somthing inside of him, awaken something he had not felt in years yet, he still held back form allowing it for the time, for no matter how many secrets he held one, was not something so easily that could be spoke about.
He did take note that her skin was soft, to the touch & threw touch, he would soon learn the feel of her face, it was such a simple thing as a touch yet it had a power all its own.
"It is always fun, to listen to another to see how they will weave the story. As for language, I can teach you for all it takes to learn is the want to & time" He smiled lightly to the last part of her words, he felt the touch of her hand on his before she moved it down his arm, but only briefly.
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Post by Summer Carson on May 20, 2012 15:43:27 GMT -5
"It is always fun, to listen to another to see how they will weave the story. As for language, I can teach you for all it takes to learn is the want to & time" Summer nodded at his offer but she would not get her hopes up. People made promises all the time and then forgot all about them.
"Umm.." She said softly after they had sat that way for a moment. Her stomach growled loudly. "Dinner for me." She told him. As unwilling as it was, Summer stood up breaking the contact. "I'm a good cook..." She met his eyes for a moment and then turned to gather up her books and the bag of candy from earlier. "I was planning to have dinner at home alone... but company is always better... would you like to have dinner with me?"
He had denied her offer last time when she had invited him to have a drink with her at the carnival. She completely expected him to do the same now. Though if he did, there would never be another invite of it's kind. Summer stood there now waiting for his response. She tossed her hair back from her face.
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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on May 20, 2012 17:53:42 GMT -5
Rigoletto heard her stomach growl, he looked as he heard her words -Dinner for me- He saw her stand & he felt the lose of the contact & with it where this would leave them, how ever he heard Summer speak -I'm a good cook-, fallowed by her moving to gather up boots & the bag of candy. As she did that he moved to put his mask on once more, he rose form the chair a short time later, picking up the bag he broght in, he heard her next words -I was planning to have dinner at home alone... but company is always better... would you like to have dinner with me- He smiled to her before he spoke "I would like that Summer" I had been some time since, anyone cooked for him, though in the back of his mind he was not sure if she had other ideas or not, he decided to wait & see, more likely the thoughts where do to what had happened between them just now. "Do you need help with your books or that Summer?"
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Post by Summer Carson on May 20, 2012 19:32:21 GMT -5
"I would like that Summer" He told her and Summer stood there for a moment longer looking at him before smiling once more and then saying "Good. To my house then." She turned slowly to move to the check out went he spoke again. "Do you need help with your books or that Summer?" He asked and she looked back at him. He had replaced the mask. While she understood the reason behind the mask, she did think that he needed to come to terms with it. Of course that was none of her business and she could never say it out loud.
She did hand over her bag however. She needed an extra hand to get her coins to pay for the books. "Is there any type of food that you like?" She asked. Are you a vegetarian or anything?" She reached the counter and placed her books down. Once everything was bagged and ready to go, Summer led the way outside and then turned back to the man. They would appariate of course. Summer hesitated for a long moment and then She stepped up against him. He had to go with her as he did not know where she lived and she did not want him to get splintched.
Summer turned on the spot with him and then they were gone. Moments later, they arrived in the alleyway beside he flat. Summer lived in a tall condominium in a nice section of London. She actually lived among muggles but she did not feel like telling Rigoletto that. She did not think it would go over very well. Summer did not know his view on Muggles. She stepped back from him now and then motioned for him to follow her as she made her way out of the alley way and in through the front doors of her building.
There was a security guard in the lobby and Summer said hello as she passed the desk. Summer led the way into the elevator and then eventually, once they reached her floor, door to her door. She had a large condo. Once they entered her home, everything stopped being muggle and became magical. She had no problem using her wand for whatever she needed. Summer let Rigoletto enter first and then closed the door behind herself.
From the location they were standing in, in front of them, was a large living room sunken with a single step to enter the room. To the right was a large eat in kitchen and past that a dinning room with a set of french doors leading to a balcony. On the left was a hallway leading to the bedrooms and loo. They were in a lobby with closets on both sides and all the floors were polished hard wood.
She took her wand and turned on the lights. Summer took her bag from Rigoletto and then turned towards the kitchen and walked through to the dinning room.
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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on May 20, 2012 20:13:50 GMT -5
He saw Summer smile to him & he could not help, but return it lightly he then heard her words -Good. To my house then- He saw her turn to head to cheek out, though he after he ask if she needed help she hand her bag to him & he took it waited.
"I have always enjoyed Italian, but I am not picky" When she left he moved to fallow, he stopped when she turned back to him, he was not sure if she was rethinking what she had said though before he got, to think to much on it she steeped closer to him he just let her lead, as she turned on the spot he fallowed only to quickly feel then leave, only to shortly after to arrive in an alleyway, he took the moment to take it where they might be.
He felt Summer steep away form, him before motion for him to fallow & he did, as they approached the building he saw it was a condominium so the odds where they where close to the muggle world if not in it since, the magical world did not have condominiums he fallowed her threw the front door of the building, as they entered the lobby it did not pass Rigoletto of the guard though he said nothing, he fallowed her into the elevator, he was glade he was use to the muggle world or this might not of been so simple, once they left the elevator he fallowed her to her home.
He entered her home first, though he would of gladly allowed her to do so, once he did & Summer entered, he heard the door close. Rigoletto took the moment to take in the surroundings it was a large place & when Summer turned on the lights he saw that it was quite open & there appeared to be quite a few rooms. When she moved again, he fallowed her through the kitchen, to the dinning room. "This is quite a place, you have Summer"
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Post by Summer Carson on May 20, 2012 21:06:16 GMT -5
"This is quite a place, you have Summer" Summer heard him say as she placed her things on top of the dinning room table. She slipped out of her heals and then turned around. She looked up at him now. Summer was a good two inches shorter without the heels. "Thank you, Professor." She told him softly. She looked around for a moment "Yes," Summer finally said. "I like decorating." Summer rested an open hand on his stomach softly as she stepped around him. "So," She continued heading back into the kitchen. "Make yourself at home. Italian huh..." Summer hand everything she needed to make some Italian food. She began taking out ingredients for lasagna from the refrigerator and cupboards. Summer did not know if he liked to cook or if he would help. She would not say no and she would not ask. Before long, she had meat cooking and and cheese grating itself into a bowl on the counter. Her wand was in her hand. She moved to the dinning room to open the french door to let some of the heat out. Once everything was together in a glass pan and in the oven, Summer undid the first few buttons of her shirt. "I am going to change. I'll be right back." She checked poured two glasses of expensive white wine and handed one to him before giving a smile and taking her wine glass with her to her room. Summer took a very quick shower and then dressed in more comfortable but attractive clothes. Once she was finished, she reapplied minimal makeup and pulled her hair up to the back off her head with a pretty clip. She moved in bare feet back down the hallway looking for him. The smell of the food was filling the flat. Wearing www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=49336476Living room www.foundlocally.com/radium/photos/LivingRoomAndFireplace.JPGKitchen www.downtownrealty.ca/Building-image/763-bay-st/kitchen-2.jpgDinning room imagesus.homeaway.ca/mda01/df13dee7dff3dfeb7e5a6867f5f89167c17f2ee7
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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on May 20, 2012 21:34:19 GMT -5
Rigoletto watched Summer, she placed her things on the dinning room table before slipping off her heals, I am sure she was happy about that they just looked like they would hurt. He heard he then speak though with her words -I like decorating- He spoke "A hobby?" At feeling her hand on, his stomach he did not drop his eyes, yet his body did not miss it even if it was brief. He watched as she walked off to make them dinner, he heard her speak -Make yourself at home. Italian huh- "Yes, though other things do interested me in food, it just what at the time has my interested" He though about making him self as she said at home, he knew that he could offer to help & she would ether say yes or run him out of the kitchen if he tried to help. "Did you want any help?" At least if he asked, he would know if he should stay out of the kitchen or not.
He saw her come back into the room opening the french door, he felt some o f the heat leave or more the cooler air out side, mixing with the warm air. He then heard her speak -I am going to change. I'll be right back- He said nothing, just waited & decided to stay in the dinning room, until she came back. He took the glass of white white she handed him he spoke "Thank you" Before he lightly, went about teasing the win & learning what he could from it. He could smell the food cooking, it only grew stronger with time, a bit later he saw Summer she had changed into a simple dress.
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Post by Summer Carson on May 20, 2012 21:54:47 GMT -5
Summer found him where she had left him. She recalled him offering help earlier and now as she took the long way around to check up on him, Summer said "If you still want to help, there's salad to make and garlic bread." She paused. "Do you like garlic?" She had only put a little in the dinner. Summer looked back over her shoulder at him as she headed back into the kitchen.
She moved back to the fridge getting what she needed for the bread and salad and laying them out on the counter. "How was the wine?" She asked. She was just trying to make small talk. Summer hated when you invited someone you liked to your house and they either tried to get into your bed right away...not that she was opposed to having a little fun but not that much right off the bat. However the other extreme was where both people were afraid to even speak to each other.
Summer sighed softly at a loss for what to say. She got to work with the salad and then paused to gulp back the little wine she had left in her glass before pouring herself more. She took her wand from the counter and flicked it at the muggle stereo that started playing soft classical tunes. Yes it was muggle but she enjoyed it. Summer assumed that if he minded, he would say something.
"You don't have to wear the mask here." She told him softly. She was nervous and really just wanted for them both to relax.
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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on May 20, 2012 22:37:36 GMT -5
Rigoletto heard Summer words -If you still want to help, there's salad to make and garlic bread- -Do you like garlic?- He nodded before he moved to help her "I like garlic bread, what would you want me to do?" He did not miss her question that fallowed -How was the wine?- "It was good & for the year of the wine, a good year for the grapes" He watched her at times with out trying to make it like he was doing it, before he spoke again "How long have you leave here Summer?" He saw her gulp back the wine she had left before, she moved to pour herself more, he questioned if she was nervous about something, but then he could of ask him self the same thing. "Who is your favorite composer or classical piece or pieces?" He figured with the classical tunes playing it would be a good question to ask. With her words that fallowed -You don't have to wear the mask here- He was so use to it he had not even though about it, though he did comply to her words by removing it & placed it where it would not get broke or lost. "What is your favorite food Summer, after all it is only fair that I cook for you in return"
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Post by Summer Carson on May 20, 2012 23:10:05 GMT -5
The Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUZui0ojYCs"I like garlic bread, what would you want me to do?" He asked and Carmen moved the bread, garlic and butter towards him as he stepped closer. When he spoke about the wine, she had looked up at him in surprise. "You know your wine?" She asked softly. Summer was impressed many people drank wine like water. They did not think of the timing and work that went into each bottle. "I like a good bottle every now and then. I have a little collection. She smiled now. "How long have you leave here Summer?" He asked her and Summer was glad that there was a conversation going. She thought about his question. "Not long." Summer told him. "Only about three or four years. I am from Ireland originally." Rigoletto surprised her yet again with his next question. She would never have thought he would be at all interested in this type of music. She kept her eyes on him for a moment as she took up her wand once more and then changed the stereo to a disk. A slow, low violin began to play. "This is my favorite. It makes me want to cry whenever I hear it. It's so pretty and reminds me of home." She looked down a little embarrassed. She sounded so sappy. "It's Pachelbel. Its called Canon in D major." She hesitated for a moment. "I also like Mozart and Beethoven of course." The salad was ready and Summer put it into a large wooden bowl. She took the tossers and then carried it out into the dinning room. Summer placed the salad on the table and then came back to the kitchen for plates, silver wear, and utensils. The long was playing this whole time. It was rather long. When she returned, the bread was ready and Summer placed it into the oven as well. She took up her wine once more, topped off his glass and then led the way into the living room. She sat one the white couch leaving room for him to join her if he liked. "Greek food is my favorite." Summer told him now. But there is no need for you to cook for me." She added. "Have you been to Greece? It is beautiful." All was silent for a long moment and then Summer spoke again. "I must say I am surprised that you are so knowledgeable and comfortable with muggle inventions." She smiled softly and reached up to stroke the damaged side of his face once more. before sipping her wine.
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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on May 21, 2012 0:05:53 GMT -5
He took it that when she moved the bread, garlic and butter towards him that was his answer, to what he would be doing, he moved to wash his hands before he started in the garlic bread. He heard her words that fallowed -You know your wine?- "I do or at least enough, why are you surprise?" He could not help, the smile that played over his lips with her words -I like a good bottle every now and then. I have a little collection- He could only imagine her thoughts on his own collection of wine he had, it would be a fun topic he was sure.
"So, how well do you know your wines Summer?" He heard her answer to his question on how long she had lived here. -Not long, Only about three or four years. I am from Ireland originally- "Should I take it that you have the Irish temper?" It was mostly a joke since, it was something everyone said about the Irish & scoots though, it was one of those where if she did have such a temper he knew that it would be bad to up set her to the point she would use it, though perhaps he already got a taste of the answer to his question at the book shop.
"Yes the song is know well & if played with emotion, it can be something else all is own" He finished up with the bread not that it took, long before he moved to clean up, when Summer came back she topped off his glass & then moved into the dinner room, where she took a seat on the couch, he was heisting for a moment before he moved to seat beside her on the couch.
When he heard her next words -Greek food is my favorite & he did not have to cook for her, along with Have you been to Greece? It is beautiful- He took a sip of his wine as he listened to her before he spoke "I would think, you would enjoy someone cooking for you or could it mealy be that you are use to doing it so, it is hard to have someone else do it? I have been to Greece, yes it is quite something there"
Of course the last time he was there had been, to Greece it was not mealy to see the sights, it was a harder time. He then head her words that fallowed -I must say I am surprised that you are so knowledgeable and comfortable with muggle inventions.- "One has to be if they plan to make it in this world, since one cannot remain in the magical world forever"
He took a sip of his wine, as he saw her smile before, she reached up to stroke he damaged side of his face, he did not jump or reacted as he did before, no know he was a bit more at ease at the idea & feel, he closed his eyes for the time as he just enjoyed her touch, a bit of time passed before he opened his eyes to look at Summer again, he took a another sip finishing off his wine, he set the glass down taking his eyes off Summer for the time to do so before he looked at her again, one of his hands moved out to cherish her cheek, to slowly learn it.
Only when he though on if he should kiss, her that he was unsure if he should, not so much he did not want to, but she could knock his head in for being a fool. He moved closer to her, to place a light kiss on her cheek deciding to do so, he would not cross any lines she might have & she was not as likely to hit him for it, he wanted to know her thoughts of feelings on the idea of a kiss from him before he would try anything.
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Post by Summer Carson on May 21, 2012 0:37:29 GMT -5
Summer listened to him speak. She found that she liked his voice and his accent it was different if only a little. She watched him, noticing the little changes in his face and expressions. Rigoletto brought up a number of interesting things that she would love to talk more about but before she could answer any of his questions or make any comments of her own, he was touching her again.
She liked it when he touched her skin. Rougher hands were his, from the work with potions. But still his touch was soft. She breathed slowly and lightly taking in the scent of him and her eyes held his. When he moved in closer, Summer thought that he was going to kiss her. And she wanted him to of course. She saw the uncertainty in his eyes however and the ending kiss on her cheek was sweet and made her blush but was no surprise.
She did not move away from him right away. Summer wanted to kiss him properly but did not have the nerve. She kept willing herself to just do it... but she did not want to seem too forceful. Finally, Summer lifted her free hand and put her arm around his shoulders holding him. She smiled a little nervously as she pulled away. "That was somewhat of an ice breaker." She joked.
Her eyes moved slowly over his lips and then she cleared her throat and stood. "Dinner?" She said now and she took up his wine glass. "More wine, Professor?" She asked giving him another grin and then stepping up out of the living room. All there was to do now was just set the food on the table and everything was ready. Summer was cursing herself as she got everything ready. She should have gone for it. She should have kissed him. Now it seemed it was too late.
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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on May 21, 2012 1:05:28 GMT -5
Rigoletto at times could feel Summers breath, on his skin when he cherished her face, he felt her free arm go around his shoulders, holding him before she pulled away he then heard her words -That was somewhat of an ice breaker- He smiled lightly to them before he spoke "I suppose it was at that"
He said in more a joke tone, though he was still trying to figure things out just so he knew what lines not to cross with her, he did not miss her blush, but for the time he tried not to make note of it since it would only make it worse for her. At hearing her clear her throat he felt she had to be thinking what to do about what, happened though she stood as she simple spoke -Dinner-
He knew that it was true & yet he was not sure if it was because she needed a reason to get away to think or it she meant it since, it could be ether one. As she took up his wine glass, he heard her words -More wine, Professor?- "Sure" Though he did not miss her grin, but he almost did as she left the living room. He rose form the couch to help her with the food & setting it out.
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Post by Summer Carson on May 21, 2012 8:42:51 GMT -5
Summer filled his glass again and then began to get the food she took her wand and with magic the food was out of the oven and and was being cut. The smells in the flat were wonderful and her stomach growl once more. She turned to look at him again and handed him his wine. Taking up the pan for lasagna, she moved to the dinning room.
The whole time she was arguing with herself. She wanted to kiss him. He had made the first move. Summer did not think he would reject her. She set the food down on the table and once they were both in the dinning room, Summer turned to Rigoletto and glanced up at him. She was crazy. She knew that. To be putting any trust in another man. But Summer had the feeling that this man was different. She only hopped that she would not end up hurt again.
She only waited a moment longer and then stepped up to him. One arm went around his shoulders again. Both to bring him down to her height a little and to be able to reach his lips. And then she kissed him. It was a sweet kiss and a bit lingering.Her eyes closed and then seconds later, it was over. "Much better." She murmured and then released him.
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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on May 21, 2012 9:07:36 GMT -5
The air was filled with even more smell of the food, when it was taken out of the oven & cut, Rigoletto took the wine that Summer held out to him, she had refiled his glass. He saw her pick up the pan of lasagna, before heading into the dinning room & he moved to fallow her, when she set the lasagna down, he expected that they would be taking there seats, how ever when Summer steeped up to him, he waited not really sure what she needed at the moment,how ever as her arm when around his shoulders again he did not fight her, as she drew him down closer to her, it was then that he felt her lips it was a simple kiss, even if it lingered though, even with that it felt cut short in so many ways. At hearing her words -Much better- he felt her release him & for the time the moment was over
"Another ice breaker?" He softly joked, using her words that she had spoken to him, she had returned his kiss, so he had some idea on where there standings would be though he knew, that he would have to be honest with her, on what he was before it could be more, even if she walked away because of it, he knew he it was better now then, later & it would only likely make her hate him more. "The food looks & smells wonderful Summer"
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