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Blind Date Meme

So the idea is your character has been set up on a blind date. Here be the rules:

1. Post with your character and their location [i.e. a restaurant or amusement park or what have you.]
2. People tag the post as your character's blind date
3. And because this is a meme they MUST go on the date.
4. Both parties know they are being set up on a date.

And now Duck must go to bed because she has to go to work at SIX THIRTY IN THE BLOODY MORNING tomorrow. >>

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[His head snaps up and he fixes her with an expression both shocked and repulsed.]

No.

~~[YES]~~

Then why the fuck are you still here?

[she moves from her swing, standing and taking the step toward his to gently touch along his shoulders before giving him a push.]

[hold on snape. it was a hard push.]

[He collapses to the ground, face-first, his hands still clutching his book. Slowly, he wipes his face free of woodchips and spits one out of his mouth.]

What the hell was that for?

I was pushing you.

[that stupid, boy? really? THAT stupid?]

[tch.]

Get up. I'll do it again.

[He pushes himself off the ground, brushing dirt and wood chips from his robes. He gives her a nasty look, one that seems to be daring her to touch him again, but says nothing.]

[a dare? you're stupid enough to dare her, snivvles? how...well, how very stupid.]

[she smirks in return, taking a step forward and extending both hands to shove against his shoulders.]

[and sharply.]

[He moves to block her hands, but he's too slow and gets knocked down on his bottom.]

[which is her cue to plop down on his waist, straddling him and reaching to pin his arms at the wrist.]

[it's a regular school boy/girl brawl - WHICH TOTALLY MEANS THEY LIKE EACH OTHER; EAT DIRT, SNAPE - and she may not be the strong one, but she's resourceful enough to shift her weight to keep him under her.]

[other kids stare in awe at the big kids who ain't acting so big right now]

[He struggles beneath her, trying to free his hands. He can't get to his wand or strike back at her, and her smug smile does nothing but further infuriate him.]

Get...off...of...me.

[He does the only thing he can do pinned under her. He spits in her face.]

[oh feisty feisty she likes that to some degree and doesn't do much more than raise her shoulder to wipe the spittle from her cheek]

Say please.

[He'll do lots of things to her. He'll fight her. But he'll never beg.]

No. Get off. Get the hell off.

Not before you say please~

[she's even going to gather some of her spit and allow it to dangle from her lips just above his face.]

Never!

[And he sees the dangling spit thread. Ugh. He screws up his face and jerks it away as best he can to avoid her saliva.]

[oh wanna play like that, boo? well then she's just going to have to lean down and -]

[- drag -]

[- that spit across his jawline. with her tongue.]

[He shudders at her touch and yells in anger.]

Gah!

[He struggles to wipe it off, but his hands are still pinned under hers. He squirms, and with a massive force of effort, rolls over and pins her underneath him.]

Apologize, brat!

[...she squirms. and after a moment of futile resistance, she lets all the defiance slip from her features and sighs.]

[...and she nods.]

Fine. But...lean down. I ain't sayin' it loud.

[its one of those do or die situations, snape. one where you do as she says or don't get the kiss - i mean apology!]

[Well, at least he's won this, for now. But he studies her for a moment through narrowed eyes, then leans down slightly closer. He's on the alert, tensed and ready for her to do something terrible to him.]

Say it.

[she snaps; ]

Closer. I'll fucking whisper it but that's it.

[and there's woodchips in her hair. which sucks. and is nasty.]

[He leans closer, closer enough for his hair to tickle her face. He turns his head, slightly, his ear close to her mouth.]

Go on.

[There's a slight note of amusement in his voice.]

[that amusement will go away. and soon.]

[especially when she jerks, jutting upward and painfully colliding their noses, chin and lips. teeth too. but the lips is only important.]

[well, teeth too now that she's nipping suggestively at them. and no. she will not be letting go - teeth literally sunken into his flesh.]

[He would yell, or scream, but his lower lip is trapped between her teeth, so he can't. Instead he jerks his head back as he pushes against her shoulders his with hands, willing her to get off him.

He'll need to rub his lips against sandpaper for three hours to get the feeling off. Or he could just curse her again.

Something that could be a muffled stream of curses straggles out of his blocked mouth.]

[her tongue will block his mouth even more, those now free hands reaching up to violently - it could be mistaken as passionately, although something about the way her nails dig into the back of his head is a little more vindictive than anything else - to cup his face and pull it to hers.]

[surprise is on her side, and in a matter of moments she is planning to set about flipping him over and grinding against him.]

[The woodchips dig into his back again as he continues to fight her, with his hands and now his legs, squirming and kicking her as best he can.

This is wrong. All wrong. She can't be doing this. It's supposed to be Lily. It was always Lily he did this with when he dared himself to imagine for a moment-

His hands, gripping her shoulders so tightly in an effort to pry her away, start to tremble.]

[she feels his hands, and rolls her shoulders to brush them off, a disgusted sound emanating from the back of her throat as she pushes her tongue deeper into his mouth, rubbing against his in an almost obscene way.]

[then, to follow the growl, there's a purr.]

[he - to put it kindly - SUCKS at kissing. but she does not; it's a female skill. and one perfected in kissing when either violence or sex appeal is the best one can use to get by. and with that pride that she is making him shake in his skin, she plows on, ignoring the scandalized gasps from mothers at the park and screams of 'cooties' from the children.]

[Despite his anger, shock, and hatred, he begins to wear out. She has seemingly limitless endurance, and what's more, she seems to be deriving some pleasure from this.

The very thought sickens him. Perhaps a small, small part of him feels quite alright, and that itself sickens him even more.

His hands move to her face. He grabs her by the cheeks and tries to pull her away, but he can feel his strength failing him, and his efforts are pathetic.

God, she'll pay for this.]

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