walks_two_paths | Wednesday Night, Room #217

Savannah was in her room making notes in one of her journals.

Umbridge was on her list as of today.

The anouncement she had made today was going to hurt and upset people she cared about...

...and she just would not have that.

Levines did not just stand by and let people they cared about being hurt.

Considering who her mother and her father were it was understood that Savannah had a very dangerous temper when provoked.

It seemed like the temporary princilady wanted to see what would occur when that temper was unleashed.

[[OOC: Open for a specific co-conspirator/visitor. SP is love as I need to go to bed soon.]]

Current Mood: annoyed

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Johnny was there, pillow in hand, and he leaned against the frame of her door grinning. "Honey, I'm home."

(omg, sorry for late ping...bigtime RL issues over here)

Savannah looked up from where she was sitting on her bed and gave him a grin. "Hey there. Come in and make yourself at home."

[[OOC:No problem!]]

Walking in, he tossed his pillow on her bed and plopped down by her. "So, this is your bed. Cool."

Savannah grinned and nodded. "Yep, this is my bed. It's comfortable, too."

Johnny bounced and grinned at her, "Very comfy." Then he bounced harder in an effort to bounce her as well.

Svannah made a slight giggling noise as the bouncing caused her to bounce to the side, falling sideways onto him. "Oops... you okay?"

Which was exactly what he was wanting. Is he sly or what? His arms went around her and he leaned her back, asking low, "Are we ticklish, sweetie?"

Her eyes widened and she shook her head. "Nuh uh..." Which was why she was trying to scramble before he could call her bluff.

Poor Savannah. Johnny was just quicker and he went to grab her and pull her back beneath him on the bed.

Yes that would be Savannah trying to squirm away before he found how exactly how ticklish she was.

He moved over to straddle her and claim both her slender wrists in a single handhold, holding them above her head, then he went in for her side with his other hand, laughing down at her.

"Johnny!" she squealed giggling as she attempted to squirm away and bucking up to try to get out from under him.

He laughed harder but relented after a few moments to give her some breathing room, but he still held her hands and he leaned down low, "I think I'm going to enjoy staying here." Then he kissed the tip of her nose.

Savannah looked up into his eyes. "Careful that I don't like it too much and decide to kidnap you and force you to live with me," she said in a low, teasing voice.

Oh, now that instantly changed the mood and Johnny fell over to the side of her, letting her wrists go and propping his head with one hand, staring down at her. "I wouldn't object," he said just as low, though he wasn't teasing at all.

Savannah blinked up at him. That wasn't the reaction she had expected. She ran her fingers down his face. "No?" She gave him a slight smile. "I think there are a few people who would, though."

"We're keeping it simple, right Savannah? This isn't anything serious here. Just us, breaking rules, having a good time. Who can fault us for that?"

"People who think breaking the rules is bad," she said as she poked at him, trying to see if he was ticklish, too.

He was and he shifted slightly, smiling at her. "This is a good rule to break, though, don't you think?"

"I think it's one of the best rules to break," she agreed, rolling over and trying to pin him to tickle him.

"It is, yes," he said smiling and letting her roll him to his back. He rather liked this position, minus the tickling.

She pinned him with a grin. "Gotcha."

"Only because I let you," he said with a wink.

Savannah grinned... and then leaned down and kissed him.

And Johnny's hands found her hips and he kissed her back, gently.

Savannah put her hands on his shoulders so she could kiss him as gently as he was kissing her.

He tested the part of her lips with his tongue, seeking entrance.

Savannah parted her lips, enjoying the kiss.

Johnny settled her more closely against him, sliding his right hand over from her hip to the small of her back.

Savannah slid one hand under his neck. This felt nice and she liked it.

Johnny really liked it and he knew if he didn't slow down, it would be damned hard to quit. His lips left hers and he reached up to grasp her jaw, turning her face so that he could kiss along her jaw and trail a warm, wet path down her neck.

Savannah shivered and made a happy sound in her throat as he kissed his way down her neck. She let her eyes drift close as he did that and she let out a gentle sigh.

He rolled with her so that she was now beneath him, and he murmured her name against her neck as he nipped and licked, teasing her skin with his kisses.

Savannah made a soft whimpering sound as she wrapped her arms around him. "Johnny..." The way he was making her feel was intense... and a little bit intimidating. She was torn between knowing they should stop -- and enjoying this feeling.

His name combined with the soft whimpering noise she made had him pulling back enough to look down into her eyes, "Savannah...I...we should stop." Not that he wanted to, but he didn't want her to hate him come the morning.

Savannah swallowed and nodded, looking into his eyes. "Al-alright. Probably a very good idea."

She wasn't sure she wanted to stop feeling that feeling, but she did agree that they should stop before things went too far. She was also touched that it was Johnny who stopped before she let herself get too carried away and that made ehr melt inside.

Feeling some of the fire leave him, he rolled over on his back and brought her up against his side. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I shouldn't have let it go so far..."

Savannah shook her head. "I could have stopped, too," she pointed out softly. "There's nothing for you to apologize for." She smiled slightly. "You were the one that had the presence of mind to stop."

"Yeah, but not because I want to, trust me." he said, pressing his lips to her forehead.

Savannah smiled and curled into him. "But you did stop, sweetheart, and that was more than I was doing."

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