April 13, 2005 7:59 PM
Nothing was left untouched at the Manor. Blaise was even redoing his closet so he could move this clothes and things into the large area and out of the storage area in the guest room he'd been occupying.
When he pulled out a fuzzy pink blanket with kittens on it, his eyebrows shot up. Looks like his packing spell had grabbed one of Hannah's throws. Not knowing if it was precious or not, Blaise walked out of the closet and over to the fireplace. After lighting a fire, he threw in some floo powder and leaned in, hoping Hannah was home this early in the evening.
Hannah had removed her shoes as soon as she got him. She'd shrugged out of her suit jacket and had just removed her blouse, leaving her in her bra and camisole top, when Blaise stepped out of the floo with one of Stitches' kitty throws.
Hannah 'eeped' and grabbed her blouse, holding it up in front of her chest.
Blaise snorted at the sight. Hannah was blushing and trying to hold her top up over her chest. "I don't know why you bother. We've been in the shower together with less clothing on, remember?"
Hannah glared and threw the blouse back on the chair she'd tossed it on to begin with.
"I didn't know that was you. What are you doing here anyhow? Not that you aren't welcome any time. And why do you have Stitches' pink kitty bwankie?"
It took him a few moments to understand what she said, but once it registered that Hannah's throw actually belonged to Hannah's evil animal, he tossed it on the couch with a grimace.
"I accidentally packed it, and now all the clothes it touched are ruined. I don't even live here anymore and the damn thing irritates the hell out of me."
"Will you quit being so ridiculous. Nothing is ruined. I don't know why you insist Stitches does not like you. He loves you."
Stitches, as if he knew he was being spoken about, stuck his head out from under one of the chairs and hissed at Blaise like hellspawn.
"He always hisses at me!" Blaise said, exasperated. "My family has enough cats for me to know that's not a good thing! Now, I brought this over, so a thank you wouldn't be remiss."
"All right," Hannah replied, knowing full well what sort of thanks he had in mind. "Thank you, kind sir. Would you like a bikkie? I baked white chocolate chip macadamia last night."
Enough joking about it--she was going to make him fat. He was never able to resist that type of treat, and she knew it. "All right," Blaise said grudgingly. "But I can't stay long. I just came to drop off that infernal thing and get back to stocking my closet and rearrange it so I can add new clothes to it."
"You don't need new clothes, Blaise," Hannah said, walking into the kitchen.
She placed two treats on a plate and carried it out to him.
"The clothes you have now are just fine. I don't understand the shopping thing. At all."
Blaise grabbed both biscuits off the plate and flopped onto the couch. "Well it's new spring fashion. I very well can't wear last year's fashion."
She looked like she still didn't understand him.
"Look, I grew up with an arseload of girls who liked to dress me up when we were younger. When we all got older, we would go to fashion shows, and now every single one of my sisters and close cousins are very fashion forward. I have to make sure I'm on top if just to avoid the familial humiliation."
Hannah shook her head and sat down next to him. "I've had this slacks and jacket set for three years. I just buy things that suit me, and replace them when they need replacing."
"Well I know I have to replace the Paul Smith shirt I bought last week because of the kneazle fur, so I can follow your shopping rules as well."
"I replace things when they fall apart or are too tattered to mend any longer. The shirt isn't tainted, you know. You're so prissy."
"I have a fine attention to detail. It's not prissy. I care about the image I give to other people." Blaise ended his tirade by sticking his tongue out at her then taking a big bite of the biscuit.
Hannah leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You're adorable."
He was pleased that she kissed his cheek, although he would rather avoided the friend-like gesture. But he was distracted by Hannah calling him adorable. "First I'm cuddly, then I'm adorable. What the hell have I done to myself to ruin my image?" Blaise wondered aloud.
"You're especially adorable when you pout."
Blaise glared at her.
Hannah scooted closer and put her head on his shoulder.
"How is the remodelling coming?"
"Terrible. I'm too picky." Blaise nudged her. "And don't you dare give it some girly description. I just want to make sure I get everything just the way I want it. I finally got the closet done."
Hannah giggled and snuggled into his side more. She touched a finger to his knee and started tracing circles on his slacks.
"You are terribly prissy. It almost makes me feel special that you think I am attractive."
Blaise jerked away. When she looked hurt at his actions, he made a face. "I'm ticklish is all."
Hannah laughed. "What? Really?"
Then she pounced on him trying to tickle.
"Son of a bitch!" Blaise tried to worm his way away from her while trying to salvage his biscuits. "Get off! Off off off!" he shouted, laughing.
Hannah was laughing as she straddled his hips and wiggled her fingertips against his ribs. He was giggling. He'd never been more attractive. She liked his eyes crinkled with laughter.
Blaise was still squirming, trying to get away from her fingers. "I can't breathe! Off before I hex you!"
"You wouldn't hex me," she said before leaning forward and kissing him.
She wasn't playing fair at all. Blaise finally got a hold of her wrists and gripped them in his own hands as he kissed her back. When she pulled away, he sat up and quickly reversed their positions, pushing her back onto the arm of the couch. "Aren't you a dirty little cheater."
"No. I don't think so. You are so handsome when you laugh. You should do that more often."
She was acutely aware of her current position. The good girl in her was saying to get up and move away, but she had told him to seduce her.
Blaise let go of her wrists and settled down on top of her, careful not to let his full weight crush her. He peppered kisses along her cheek. "When I'm in your company, I find myself more cheerful."
Hannah traced a finger along his cheek. "Good."
She leaned up and kissed him, hands moving to caress his upper arms.
Blaise ran his hand down her side to her thigh as it move up the outside of his own. He moved down her slowly, kissing down her chin to her neck. She was arching up against him and he resisted the urge to rock against her. He was going to take this slow and savor it, because he wasn't sure when she'd snap out of it and run away like usual.
The hand that was on her thigh moved up and lifted the camisole top up to the edge of her bra, and Blaise leaned back to continue his kisses down her stomach.
Hannah sighed. What else could she do? It had been a while since she had been in such a position. She planned to enjoy this. So far the seduction was going well in her opinion. He pulled back for a second and Hannah sat up a bit to pull her camisole over her head and toss it away.
Blaise took off his own shirt and was about to insist her bra come off as well when her floo flared to life and his infernal house elf poked its head through.
"Master! Master! There be someone trapped in the wards!"
He leaned up and glared hatefully at the elf. "All the times I've threatened to torture you will pale in comparison to the punishment you're going to get."
"It be Mistress Serena and Mister Serena's man friend!"
Of course it would be his cousin and her boyfriend. He'd added family to the new wards, but not the boyfriends or girlfriends. She was going to kill him.
Hannah scrambled for her camisole top. When she could not find it, she rushed over and grabbed her blouse, tugging it back on. Her face was bright red.
"I-I suppose you must g-go then. Well, all right. I'll see you later. Perhaps a-at the Council."
Didly was still in the floo, and Blaise moved toward it slowly. The elf squeaked and disappeared. When it was finally gone, Blaise sighed and walked over to Hannah. "I'm sorry, but the last time I made Ser wait, she flung me into the pool during a snow storm. I'll be by the Council some time soon."
Hannah walked to him. She grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him passionately.
"Incentive not to wait to visit."
"There was never a question that I would wait."
Blaise smirked at her as he went through the floo. The moment he was back in his own room, however, the smirk dropped and he growled. "SERENA! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"