[hr][hr][color=Aqua][center][h1]Arianna Louise Watson[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Apollo Cabin; Camp Half-Blood.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Kalinda Franklin ([@Caits]), and Deon Alexander ([@YoshiSkittlez]).[/sup][/center]

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“Deon..!”

Squealing happily, and forgetting completely about both the beer and the medication that was being held out for her to take, Arianna quickly turned on her heel, the thin material of her top seeming to float both this way and that; hanging in the air for a few moments before it attempted to settle back against the already moving body of its owner, “There you are muscle man..!”

Chuckling softly to herself as she crossed back over the room, she pushed herself off from the floor, her arms snaking around the back of his neck and her legs somehow managing to find their way around his waist as she held onto him, making sure that she wasn’t going to fall by using her own strength to keep herself pressed against him before she leant in, seemingly not even fussed about the blood gushing from his nose as she pressed her lips hard against his own- he was here, so that had to mean that they had a bet..! She had to have won..! Or had she lost..?

Oh well, either way, she was sure he’d let her know..!

Straightening her back slightly, she brought one of her arms back towards her body, her hand curved and following the natural line of his neck… shoulder… before finally coming to a rest against his collar bone, her other arm tensing, helping to pick up the extra weight now dropped onto it by the arm now abandoning its post. Gods he was a cutie..! Why everyone decided to keep him locked away in the category of mean ol’ poo poo head was far beyond her; [i]especially[/i] when he could make her feel better than most any drink could ever do. Ooo; she couldn’t help the way that her now partly crimson lips turned up into small smirk, or the excited shiver that ran the length of her spine…

For someone who was not immediately related to Hecate; that boy could definitely work some magic.

Pushing her lips harder against his own for just that little bit longer, she finally pulled away, her eyes sparkling slightly and a sweet bell-like giggle falling from her lips as she leant in once more, pressing the tip of her nose very lightly against his as though motioning towards it, “Nawwe, that looks nasty. Grease lightnin’ really gotchya good this time, didn’ she..?”

One moment her eyes had been filled with nothing but her usual playfulness, and the next, it was gone completely, replaced instead by a flicker of something almost unrecognizable as she leant her body ever so slightly to the side, the hand that had been resting comfortably against his collar bone now lifting up so that she could lightly brush the stray strands of hair back and off his face; the smirk remaining, however growing wider as her chuckle instead grew just that little bit darker.

“..such a shame really… to do this to such a pretty face… but how’s about you let me play doctor..? I’ll patch you up nice and good; then we can, uh…” Turning her head ever so slightly to the side, she once more closed the gap between them, though instead of meeting her lips to his, she let her tongue slip out, slowly using it to lick up a good amount of the blood that had accumulated from his lips to his cheek before she continued up to his ear, that dark chuckle once again filling the air, though softer as she gently nipped at his earlobe, “..then we can have some real fun…”
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