* its early. and empty. Right? [LACE]

[klaus]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; border-top: 2px solid #00262A; border-left: 2px solid #00262A; border-right: 10px solid #00262A; border-bottom: 10px solid #00262A;] * its early. and empty. right? It was a nice and sunny day – probably one of the last pretty days of the winter – and it was certainly not time for anyone to be staying inside voluntarily. Luckily for Klaus, he hadn’t been given any work to do over the holiday this year, so he was completely free to do as he pleased. He hadn’t decided what he wanted to do yet, but it felt rather good to know it was all up to him. The only thing he’d made his mind up about so far was starting the day early and going running along the lake. He hadn’t visited the lake in a while, and today seemed like a good opportunity to do so. There were bound to be some familiar faces there. Not having had any breakfast yet, he headed for a small passageway just off the courtyard through the forest. No-one was there and he began his usual weekend jog. It was cold but after a while warmth was radiating off the Slytherin and he was getting a bit sweaty after having down nearly the entire perimeter of the lake. In the middle of the lake you saw one or two lighter spots which was light that came out of his common room. He went back and as soon as he was in his common room his stripped off his tee and wiped his face with it expecting to be alone since nearly everyone else had gone off for X-mas. How wrong could he be? I mean, first of all, the noises that came out of his dorm were dead-giveaways but they were guys and unless they were gay they wouldn't care about him being shirtless. He checked around the room to be certain no-one else was there and of course his eyes managed to find a gorgeous girl in the room. Great right? He was sweaty and smelly! Well, he actual didn't smell bad, he smelled like his aftershave with sweat but since it hadn't dried yet he didn't smell, it just made him smell even better. [style=width: 120px; height: 120px; text-align: center; background: #EDEDED; color: 000000; font-size: 12; float: left;] 345 words for lace. [/style]

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[perrinsage]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] . never got to heaven. UT YOU GOT CLOSE BUT YOU GOT CLOSE BUT YOU GOT CLOSE BUT YOU GOT CLOSE BUT YOU GOT CLOSE BUT YOU GOT CLO colette creevy seemed to be the source for all of her problems. along with being the center of all of her happiness, but that was a whole other story. perrin had convinced the girl to stay the night in her dormitory, something that was frequently becoming more common. only halfway through the night the wolf girl had been revisited by her old haunting nightmares. she had woke colette by clawing fiercely at the air, catching her face and thinly slicing her cheek. terror set in with the realization she could horribly injure colette subconsciously. hurt was something she would never wish upon her lover and mate, even in the times when she became highly fed up with her act. so in the middle of the night she had to grumble and work her way to her feet, collecting colette from her bed, wander out of the common room and deposit her back into the hufflepuff common room. with the nightmares already exhausting the sage girl she had collapsed onto the stiff leather couch, shameless in her pink lingerie. anyone would woke her up would also be royally fucked, she thought to herself with a satisfied growl before finally dozing off. the whole morning had passed by while perrin continued to turn restlessly on the couch, half asleep and half pulled back into consciousness. early afternoon now greeted perrin, the internal clock set in her alerting her she would tamper with her sleeping schedule if her slumber lasted any longer. lazily she stretched out her limbs, uncaring that her romper slid up, arching her back off of the couch. instantly she was made aware of the other presence lingering the room, who very much reeked of sweat. company was not something that she had perrin had requested, especially someone who direly needed to shower. she sunk back down on the couch, milky legs crossing over each other languidly. "you like to watch people when they sleep, eh? that's an odd fucking fetish."

[/color] she had no desire to pay any more attention to klaus, regardless of the slight attraction he held. colette was always the sexiest, she told herself mentally. she snuggled against the couch, taking her gaze away from to look at the silver and green banner that hung over the common room entrance. klaus held no intrigue for perrin sage, not in the slightest. "go be smelly somewhere else."[/color]
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[klaus]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; border-top: 2px solid #00262A; border-left: 2px solid #00262A; border-right: 10px solid #00262A; border-bottom: 10px solid #00262A;] * its early. and empty. right? Klaus chuckled when he heard Perrin's feminine but strong voice. He brushed through his hair and turned around, "I have many fetishes but I do apologize as watching people sleep is not one of them," he smiled and raised an eyebrow at her attire, "However sexy you look right now in your lingerie I am sorry that you aren't my type," he said with his wicked smiled and patted his tummy, If you want me to take a shower so badly, why not join me? You seem like you need one as well," he said using his charming voice as he started to move up the stairs, He'd have a quick shower and give Ms. Perrin a few minutes to quickly get dressed as well since she probably didn't like being caught in her lingerie. He got upstairs, grabbed new clothes and jumped into the bathroom. Quickly stripping off his clothes he showered quickly and washed his hair. He was back out of the shower under two minutes. He shaved as well because it was quite a bit overdue and he pulled on his shirt, pushed up his sleeves and slipped into his underwear, jeans, socks and sweater. Carefully he made sure his hair wasn't dripping wet anymore. Flipping it out of his eyes he started down the stairs not sure how he'd find Perrin and seeing if she had even left the couch or if she'd fallen back asleep. Some first year nearly walked into him and with a single glare the little bugger squawked and bolted up the stairs to hide under his quilt for safety in terror. Every kid under the 5th year was afraid of him mostly because he bullied 4th and 3rd years when he couldn't find a good 6th or 5th year to beat up. It was good to be feared by younger kids in Slytherin otherwise your house would turn into...Hufflepuff. [style=width: 120px; height: 120px; text-align: center; background: #EDEDED; color: 000000; font-size: 12; float: left;] 345 words for lace. [/style]

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