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[boutant]

--like this?

[ Hello, City. Instead of more people discovering sand in things, this accidental broadcast seems to be showing two familiar ladies doing... something outside. Natasha is pressed up against Ariadne's back, one hand on the shorter woman's hip as she slides her back slightly, adjusting the way she's standing. ]

This gives us a better angle.

[ Natasha's other hand is on Ariadne's arm, and now she's shifting that, too. ]

Eyes forward.

[ There's a quiet noise of assent from Ariadne, and then Natasha shifts, tucking some hair behind Ariadne's ear. Lips close in, moving as the redhead says something. It's probably a wonderful sight for some of the City's residents...

...and then something shiny and sharp flies out of Ariadne's hand, embedding itself in one of the targets and making some sand trickle off the top upon impact. ]

I did it!

[ And that, City, is how to use throwing knives. ]

((ooc: regular black is Ariadne, bold is Natasha, and we make no apologies.))

Comments

[boutant]

[ Mmm, she doesn't mind that at all, as long as she can return the favor. ]

It probably is.

[onlyholey]

[He tugs her in a little closer and wraps both arms around her. He needs a little physical contact today. It's allowed. He can feel his whole body relaxing and he can't help but seek more of that.]

[boutant]

[ Now that she's no longer sore from being tossed around, she happily sinks into him. Well, okay, her shoulder still twinges at times, but her ribs and everything else don't hurt anymore. Even if they were, it'd be worth it to have him relax like this. ]

[onlyholey]

[He's close enough that he can feel the muscles in her shoulder twitch. He slides a hand up gently, rubbing a few circles.]

Still sore?

[boutant]

A little.

[ There's a pleased noise at the rubbing, her head dropping to rest against his shoulder. ]

Probably because I tried to throw a knife like a baseball at least once.

[onlyholey]

[George digs his wand out of his pocket and summons the icepack from the kitchen counter. He'd charmed it to keep the ice frozen. He lifts her up a little in his arms so he can slip it under her shoulder blade.]

There's more finesse to it, I'm assuming?

[boutant]

It's in the wrist. Pitching for baseball is more about shoulder movement.

[ There's a tiny hiss at the press of ice, but then she settles down. ]

[onlyholey]

[He presses a quick kiss on her temple and brings his arms around her ribcage again. It feels nice to do a little of the looking after. After all, Ariadne's done more than her fair share.]

Sounds like beating. You've got to swing from the whole upper body if you want to send a bludger off course.

[boutant]

[ Ariadne typically doesn't want to be looked after, but in this case, she'll accept it. It's nice, every once in a while. ]

Like batting. The thing about pitching is that we can't magic the ball into flying around at high speeds, so someone has to throw it at 90-some miles per hour. It can really mess up your shoulder.

[onlyholey]

Sounds ghastly.

[He lets his head fall into the crook of her shoulder, content to just relax for the time being. The icepack is a little chilly where it's pressed against his chest, which is enough of an excuse to steal a little more of her body heat.]

[boutant]

It's kind of fun.

[ One hand goes back up into his hair, stroking. ]

I played softball in high school, which is similar.

[onlyholey]

You'll have to show me sometime.

[He lets his eye fall closed and enjoys the intimacy for a while longer.]

[boutant]

I can do that.

[ Mmm. She's comfortable, even with the chill of the icepack against her shoulder. ]