Quote:
Originally Posted by Kirstie_McGonagall Jacques looked up and saw that Victoria was dragging a sleeping bag over to him. He smiled as she sat down.
"You - scared? You always seem so composed..." he said, shrugging. He quite liked the idea of protecting girls from danger. His chest puffed out a little bit and he sat up a bit straighter.
She couldn't help but notice how happy Jacques actually was to see her. She grasped a piece of her hair and twirled it in her fingers. Victoria grinned as he went on about being composed.
"Me, composed? Usually I am, but did you see the common room. If they can do that to a big old common room, they can do so much more to little old me." When Jacques had puffed out his chest ever so slightly she finally notice he had no shirt on, only a singlet. She couldn't help but admire his body form and blushed. She looked away and tucked a her bangs behind her ear. "So you'll protect me?" she asked innocently.
__________________  Dance is in your pulse, your heartbeat, your breathing.
Its the rhythm of your life. Its the expression in time and movement.
In happiness, joy, sadness, and envy.
Last edited by Latinhottie13; 05-03-2006 at 05:01 AM.
|