Chase After Girls [-Samael-]

[ainsley]

Ainsley's eyes were cast out upon the gloomy lake before them, dark in a typical overcast October sky. It finally smelled like fall and Ainsley knew that before she knew it, it would be an icy winter. Fall was the last season she could frolic in nature without being considered slightly crazy. It was well known that Ainsley Abercrombie was an avid running. It was really an addiction, something she couldn't go a day without for fear her body would go into withdrawal, her legs incredibly bored and itching to be pushed to their limit of endurance.

She liked to run in the morning right before breakfast, always leaving enough time so she could shower before gracing the Gryffindor table with her presence. It made sitting in class all day tolerable for her. But, by the end of the class day, her legs would be begging for a good stretch. And a good stretch to them was not Ainsley bending over and causing her calf and thigh muscles to extend and tense when she palmed the ground. No, a good stretch for her legs was at least a two mile run, though they could deal with a simple mile if things had to be restricted for one purpose or another.

So, she sat in front of the lake in trainers, shorts, and an appropriate long sleeved shirt that fitted close to her body. A hairband clung around her wrist as her hair was still down from the days classes, also still smelling vaguely of the perfume she had spritzed with that morning (if one were to get close enough). Ainsley longed to feel the air course through her lungs, her heart beating heavily in her chest while hearing the crunch of the autumn leaves beneath her feet.

But...right now she wasn't running. Running was just a possibility on her mind and something of which she pondered convincing the boy near to her to partake. Boy? Oh yes, there was a member of the opposite sex whom she was hanging out with at the moment. It was far from an unusual situation as Ainsley, despite her feminine looks, was able to fit right in with the guys. This could, with little double, be attributed having grown up with Tristen as a brother. She was introduced to everything "guy" at a young age, though admittedly Ainsley was the one to transform them into avid runners.

Her eyes drifted from the lake to Sam Salvador and then to the sky, overcast clouds now looking a bit foreboding and plump with rain. A slight breeze blew her straight hair over her shoulders and Ainsley closed her eyes. "If it rains, I'm staying out here because I am not...I repeat...I am not doing that bloody Potions assignment." she said, opening one eye and smirking at Sam before opening the other.

[samael]

Sam stretched his arms, a big yawn escaping his mouth. It was too early in the morning. The sun was just barely starting to come up. He looked at his reflection in a floating mirror. Shaggy hair and blue eyed, he knew he was a looker, even now having just woken up. He tousled his hair around with one hand, his other reaching for a pair of shorts from his bed. He put his legs into them, pulled them up, and pulled them down just a little bit. You know, so that it showed a smidgen of his boxers, which was the cool muggle thing. Shrugging, he patted his stomach, which grumbled in response. He slipped his feet into some trainers and reached down to touch his toes. He felt the muscles in the back of his legs stretch, releasing some pent up energy and knots.

Sometimes stretching helped him think. Sometimes it just helped his muscles loosen up before a big run. He grabbed a shirt off his bedpost before leaving his room. Turning back he remember to grab his wand. Sticking that in a secret pocket in his shorts, he headed back out. Skipping down the stairs he left his dorm. Not a single person was up right now. Like he'd said, too early to be awake. He glanced out a window just before moving through the portrait. The sun was just cresting the lake. He all but flew out to the lake to meet his friend.

When he arrived she was already stretching and sitting, waiting for him. He got to her, shot her a thumbs up, and began his own stretches. Legs, arms, back, even stomach. You never know what muscle you could pull on an intense run. He jumped to his feet after he stretched his legs, bouncing up and down. He jogged over to Ainsley. She closed her eyes after having looked at the sky, which was now beginning to be overcast. Oh well, he'd just use a spell to repel the rain. She made a joke about not doing that potions essay that they'd just been given. Grinning, he winked at her.

"Yeah, I don't even know what to write for that beast. It's gonna be the death of me!" Sam laughed, helping her up. He jogged in place a few times, then took off alongside the lake. He'd run around the edge of the lake, down towards the game keepers cabin, hit the edge of the forest, then come back up the side of the grounds where the entrance was to get to Hogwarts. He glanced behind himself to see where Ainsley was.

[ainsley]

Ainsley really had one thing on her mind and one thing only, which was running. Usually her brother was her running buddy, but lately she had found herself spending more time with her own friends as her brother was...conveniently busy. Ainsley was sure he wasn't properly avoiding her. He was just being his usual jack*ss self, but not to her. He didn't mean to ditch her. It wasn't as if they had permanent plans. No, his running schedule had always revolved around his sexing schedule. Apparently girls felt the need to go after him when under a time limit with it being Tristen's last year at school and all.

She really didn't mind Tristen's love life or ...loving life as it was because she was pretty darn sure that he didn't love anyone and possibly never would. At least not until he matured properly. Ainsley just learned some valuable lessons about guys from him...like not to expect much. Guy were fickle when it came to girls. That and their sleeping patterns. Ainsley found that boys were mostly known for not committing to things and sleeping in, not that this was a big deal to her. She was a rather laid back sort of girl and boys never interested her much. Not to say she didn't find them attractive...she just...never took an interest as she more fit in as one of the guys than that girl who would fawn over them.

With all of that said, Ainsley wouldn't have been to surprised if Samael had chose his pillow instead of a strenuous run with her. After all, guys didn't really like to be shown up by a girl either. Just because one was buff didn't mean one was in shape enough to run. Cardio and prolonged cardio was a whole different story. Especially running on solid ground and not a treadmill or some other muggle creation meant to keep one in a gym instead of out and breathing the natural air. But, Sam did show up and he looked ready enough. Ainsley let out a light laugh. "Noooo, mate. I think this run is going to be the death of you," she said, crinkling her nose at him she went to push herself up, taking his offered hand for help.

Ainsley stretched her hands up over her head and then brought them down to her sides, feeling ready to go and glad Sam was so willing. He was a good half a foot or so taller than her, but Ainsley could keep up. She let Sam get ahead of her as she stood and tied her hair up in a secure ponytail so that she wouldn't hair hair in her eyes or sticking to her forehead if they worked up enough of a sweat. The girl took one last quick stretch before she set off after him at a quick pace, making up time swiftly. When Sam looked back at her, she was about 3 paces back from him, and she quickened so she came up right next to him.

As Ainsley came up next to him, she reached out her right hand and patted his bum, much like they did in muggle sports. At the same time she teased "Oh come on now Sammy, you run like a girl," before laughing and quickening her pace.

[samael]

Sam noticed she was merely a few feet behind him now, already having caught up. Yes, he was stocky and rather ill built for running, but he had great stamina from having done this many times. She was side by side with him, and her hand reached over to pat him bum. He laughed and returned the favor, but got a little cheeky, no pun intended. He gave her backside a small squeeze and then watched her run off ahead of him. Like the little perv that he was, he let her stay in front, only so that he could get a nice view of her bum. But at her little taunt about running like a girl, his pride was injured and he was forced to put on some speed to catch up.

He caught up with a few long strides and ran next to her. Sam turned to look at her and winked. She was right. Running this early might be the death of him. But he would at least enjoy the view while he was here. The sun was peaking the row of trees they were approaching. It cast a pink and purple color to the sky. Through his deep breathes, he looked down at Ainsley. "Hey, nice view eh?" he asked, trying to make conversation. It was cold enough out so that he wasn't sweating yet, and so that the bugs wouldn't bother them while they ran.

He liked running with Ainsley. She was always energetic, and fun, and she had a great sense of humor. She was really good at dishing out some teasing to him, and he usually just took it like a man and let her have her fun. He may be a player, but he did have other manners. For instance, he fought the urge to look at her chest right now. He instead looked at her face, his eyes staring into her's. She was a great friend, but he didn't know if she was someone he could date. He wasn't aware if she knew about how big of a player he was. And he wouldn't want to harm their friendship when things didn't work out, because things never worked out. That's just how it was.

Sam rounded a corner and sped by the forest, one quarter of a way done with their run. He elbowed her lightly in the arm and looked over. "Winner gets a kiss," he said brightly. He sped up and passed her, hoping that he would win this race to get a kiss from her. Even though he wasn't sure if he should go after her, he still wanted a kiss from her. A kiss from a pretty girl would make this day start out wonderful.

[ainsley]

Ainsley's eyebrows shot up as she felt Sam's hand on her bum. Like, ON it. Had a boy ever dared to go there? No. Then again, she never ran with any boy besides her brother or Sam...so who else would have gotten to opportunity? And Sam didn't just give it a little smack. He went full on grab with it, though it was a more polite grab as far as grabbing went. Or that was what Ainsley supposed anyhow. But what else could she expect from her friend? Ainsley wasn't clueless. He was one of the biggest players in their year, much like Tristen or Dem in their year. So, a look of shock graced her features for a split second before she shook her head and took off, throwing back the teasing comment as she did so.

The comment was strategic as she could feel his eyes on her as she ran in front of him, checking her out no doubt. Ainsley knew how boys like Sam reacted to comments aimed at their ego. It was those with the most inflated ones that were the most sensitive. They had to protect their masculinity. She smirked as she heard his footsteps come up alongside of her. Ainsley turned her head, looking at him and catching that wink. She just shook her head. She was probably one of the few, if not the only girl who had absolutely no interest in Sam. Girls fell over themselves for him, didn't they? Ainsley just found it amusing. She just...didn't think of the opposite sex in that way. One wouldn't be able to tell from how comfortable she was around guys and her foul mouth how innocent she was in reality.

"Hey, nice view eh?"

"Mhmm," she replied, eyes still focused on the sunrise as she kept pace with Sam. "Nothing like a morning run," she stated, grin immediately making its way onto her lips. Her gaze turned to Sam who was looking at her with those blue eyes of his. That is how he got the ladies. She almost laughed thinking about it. Maybe she was missing some crucial gene. She just did not think about boys like that. And any boy that had ever taken interest in her had Tristen to deal with, who played the role of overprotective big brother like he was trying to win an Oscar. Ainsley turned her eyes back to their route.

"Winner gets a kiss."

It was good he sped up and passed her so quickly. That way he would miss the shocked look on her face and the way her pace sort of slowed at the thought. Winner gets a kiss? That would mean she would have to kiss him if he won and he would kiss her if she won? So either way, there would be a kiss involved. Innocent. Just how innocent was Ainsley? Not having kissed a boy yet kind of innocent. She didn't kiss guys..she was one of the guys! Ainsley's role was to give them a hard time and kid around with them about girls and such. Sometimes she would take a teasing herself, but she rolled with it. She hadn't even thought about kissing a boy. Not even once.

Her pace quickened, something nearing a sprint to make up for slowing down at his comment. "Sam, I think you mouth has been enough places already!" she said, laughing as she came up next to him with the intention of passing him. Her heart beat heavily in her chest as she breathed in the chilly morning air.

[samael]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] samael tonight will be the night that I will fall for you, over again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sam enjoyed the look of shock on her face. Clearly his idea had gotten to her. It made him wonder for a minute if she'd even been kissed. Don't ask him why, but it did. As he tore off in front of her, he thought about it. What if she hadn't been kissed? Then he possibly would be her first kiss. Well, unless she won the race. In that case, she could kiss a tree. He hadn't set any rules, he'd only said that the winner would get a kiss. From who, or what, nobody knew. Well, he knew that if he was going to win, he'd be getting one from her, unless she refused. He wasn't one to push boundaries with a girl. If Ainsley didn't want to kiss him then fine, she didn't have to. Maybe some other time. But she suddenly shot by him again, and he started in place, almost tripping over his own feet. Luckily he caught himself and he was able to race after her. Now things were getting interesting! It truly was a race now. They were neck and neck for a few minutes, until his heart started beating loudly in his head and he started slowing down. His big body was meant for being good at blocking things, like bludgers, not for running for miles on end. Even though he'd tried to be better with his stamina lately, he hadn't run in a couple days. He wasn't as neurotic about it as Ainsley was. He soon got a stitch in his side, and his breath came sharp. Good lord, if he got beat by a girl.... by Ainsley, none the less, she'd never let him live it down. Maybe it would be best to take it like a man and admit defeat but bring her down with him? By now fifteen minutes had passed and he'd run almost two miles. Crazy, I know. They were passing the castle enterance, and starting to round back to the lake. He broke into a sprint, still neck and neck with her. Ainsley had been doing this for years, he'd just started a few weeks ago. Still, he was doing better than before. The first time she had him run with her, he had only gone a few feet before he was breathing hard. Now he was going a couple miles. His legs ached, his chest ached, and his lungs were burning. But he was almost done! It looked like this was going to be a tie. He chuckled at her comment on his mouth. It certainly had kissed many mouths before, but not hers. "Aye, be that as it may, but my mouth has been working too long, and wants a vacation with a pretty little set of lips," he said, his Irish accent flooding from his mouth. He winked at her. Nearing the lake, he wasn't sure who would make it back to the tree. AINSLEY. trying out a new thread form. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[ainsley]

Running was Ainsley's primary passion in life. Sure, she loved quidditch, but she did not feel like dying if she missed hopping on a broom for a day. Running was ingrained in her, a part of who she was. It was in her blood and coursing through her veins. Running was the air she breathed. Running was everything. The endorphins that came from it...Well, in Ainsley's opinion there was nothing better. Maybe that's why she didn't take such an interest in boys by the age most girls would. Girls were after that high that one gets from being "in love", dopamine censors registering that feeling in the brain and treating it like a drug. And then of course there was sex and the release one could achieve from that.

It made sense that running would replace those things for Ainsley. It created the same biological high as being "in love" with another person or having sex. It was, essentially, a drug just like heroin. Except, one couldn't OD on running and it wasn't as harmful to your body. It could take a toll on your knees or ankles over time, but Ainsley thought running was worth it. Besides, she had pretty good form and excellent shoes! And she had started running even before she hit puberty, by the time she was 9. Luckily, the activity didn't seem to take away from certain womanly developments as sports can.

With this said, Ainsley was surprised that Sam was even keeping up. She was a seasoned runner and her was an amateur, though she admired him for trying. The pains that came with starting running were long behind her and any resistance she felt now, she embraced and loved. 5 miles was her normal for a run and 10 if she had extra time and more energy. Running with Sam, she had knocked it down to a 3 or 4 goal as to give him a fair shot and avoid him falling over from muscle exhaustion and not being able to breath or something.

Damn his long legs, she cursed in her head as he sprinted up so he was beside her. That was one advantage Sam had over her. If it came to sprinting, he would win hands down. 6 inches made the difference and Ainsley was an endurance runner. She prided her self on stamina rather than speed. Sure, she had a bit of speed in her stride, but her legs were not used to the action of sprinting. It was faster and harder. She tried to focus on her running through Sam's little comment, but she couldn't. He was too...cleverly ridiculous. It was no wonder that the girls were like warm butter for him. Hm? Oh, they spread easily.

"You can't always get what you want, Sam!" she said, before readying herself and then sprinting off toward the tree, her heart pumping hard in her chest. It took a moment for her legs to process the extra stress, but the registered it alright and were not happy campers. Her eyes were set on the tree. Maybe if Sam pulled out a sprint of his own, he could still beat her thanks to his longer legs.

[samael]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] samael tonight will be the night that I will fall for you, over again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sam noticed that she sped up and was in a full out sprint now, so he matched his pace with hers. She was trying hard to win this, but for reasons unknown. He wasn't sure if she wanted to win due mostly to her competitive side, or if she wanted to kiss him. He'd known her long enough to know that it wasn't because she wanted to kiss him. His body was tired now, and he knew that he wouldn't win. She had endurance on him, while he only had strength and speed. As they neared the tree, he watched her race around it. As she came back around, Sam 'tripped' over one of the roots. He came crashing to the ground, grabbing Ainsley's arms at the same time, causing her to fall down as well. They tumbled through the grass before rolling to a stop with Sam on the bottom. He had his eyes closed, his arms wrapped around her waist. His breathing was slow and shallow, as if he was unconscious. He laid like that for a while, letting her think that he had been hurt. His hands were warm against her body. Chest to chest he could feel her heartbeat, he could feel her lungs expanding and collapsing to allow for air intake and release. Sam finally opened his eyes and raised one hand to her cheek. He tucked some hair behind her ear and smiled his warm smile. His bright blue eyes gazed into hers. A small smile played on his face. "Are you sure I can't lovey?" he asked, his hand still resting on her cheek. He loved having her as a friend. She was like one of the guys. But honestly, sometimes she was too much of a guy. He wanted her to know what it was like to be a girl, a girl that someone could kiss, a girl that could love to be kissed. She was pretty, don't get him wrong. But he wanted her to know what it was to be loved and not just liked for being a great friend of the guys. "I think you just won the race. You can kiss whomever or whatever you want lovey," he whispered, his face breaking out into a grin. He wasn't going to kiss her just yet, he wanted to see what she would do. The sun had just crested the trees and was shining down on them, the colors fading from the sky to give yield to a blue tint. He sat up with her sitting on him still, there bodies still touching. "You should know that you're beautiful," he whispered, looking down at her. His hand brushed a stray strand of hair from her face just then, his finger tips grazing her cheek. AINSLEY. trying out a new thread form. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[ainsley]

She. Was. Going. To. Win.

Winning. Win. Won. and....

PLUNK.

That was sort of the sound it made when she felt her feet pull out from under her. Ainsley was a careful sort of running. She always made sure she was properly stretched and ready to go. Twisting an ankle of pulling a hamstring was just never an option. Injuries with running happened and Ainsley had had a few over the years, but most times they were minor or she could run through them without it being totally detrimental to her health. Because, as an avid runner, one was likely to run through pain just to...well...run. So, when Ainsley started to fall, she panicked. But, of course, she was quick to process that the only reason she was falling was because arms were around her when she had been running and moving them. And when he arms were stopped, her legs were stopped. And it was all stopped by...Sam.

She was already breathing hard and the surprise only caused her breath to escape her further. The plunked down in the grass, but their momentum seemed to carry them in a movie like rolling motion until they stopped, Ainsley almost properly panting as she found herself ON TOP of Sam. Her eyes were closed tight from the fall. After all, she hadn't planned on getting grass or some other substance (dirt, rocks, etc) in her eye. She processed her chest heaving against something warm and hands around her waist just before she opened her eyes.

Ainsley was fully expecting to be looking back at a cocky and pleased Sam. But no. His eyes were closed. Her breath was heaving but his was controlled. Not even controlled, but barely there. He had to be joking. She was smaller than him and...if he was knocked out, surely she would have been. He rolled on top of her there for Merlin's sake! She was slightly panicked when he didn't move. Ainsley tapped him on the shoulder, which was near to her hand, seeing if he was faking. And yet, he still did not move. "Sam, if you don't open your eyes in the next second or so, i'll knee you right in your man parts."

That seemed to work, Sam opening his eyes and pulling a very smooth maneuver to tuck her hair behind her cheek. Ainsley had never been this close to a boy before in her life, but any raise in her heartbeat or shortening of her breath would be undetectable as she was still breathing heavily and her heart was still racing from the sprint. and..oh yeah, thinking that Sam miiiight have been knocked out.

It was when he spoke that Ainsley's eyebrows raised for just a moment before she said, "Wanker, if you fake unconscious ever again, I'll give you a reason to be." Her eyebrows still raised as she said this, Ainsley giving him a look that said she meant business...in a joking fashion. It was all she could do but to ignore the hand wresting on his cheek. A manly hand. On. her. cheek. A manly, Irish hand at that. Because, believe it or not, those in the UK still found more similar accents to their own foreign and attractive. Did Sam realize what he was doing right now? That no guy ever dared to do this and the one time a guy did get close to her, Tristen went at him so hard that Tristen fell off his broom and landed himself in the hospital?

His voice was a low, spine tingling whisper when he told her he could kiss whomever or whatever she wanted. Ainsley was not going to kiss him. She was not having her first kiss with Samael Salvador. Not with one of the biggest ladies men she knew and not like this. Ainsley had never pictured her first kiss, but this was just unexpected and Sam was her friend! Her bud! Her pal! This was just. Not happening. Nope. And he was such a player. He really thought she would just swoon at his accent and his built chest (pressed against her) and strong arms (wrapped around her). Psh! No. Well, maybe on the inside with her heart beating hard but...again, not detectable due to previous vigorous activity!

"Noted, mate," she said, mirroring his hearty grin. Nope. Not happening. Her eyes widened when he just leaned forward, pulling them up by his sheer ab muscle. Her arms flew from alongside his shoulders to up around his neck to fight the impulse of falling backwards...even though his arms were still around her. So yeah..now they were sitting like..that.

"You should know that you're beautiful."

He was doing that whispering bit again and the hair brushing away thing. Why did her ponytail always have to go loose when she ran? That was quite annoying. The phrase made her feel weird. A boy was talking to her like that. Sure boys had fed her lines before, but not in this position. Of course, this was just Sam's usual, wasn't it? For all the girls. At first her eyes widened a bit, but it only took her a split second for her to come to this realization.

When she did a clever little smirk came upon her face. Ainsley proceeded to take her hands from around the back of his neck as she scrunched her nose at him and grinned. She moved a hand to either side of his cheeks, palms flat and pressed gently, kind of squishing but not in a forceful way. "Aww mate, well you're beautiful too." And then she placed a very exaggerated kiss on his forehead - "mwahhh" sound effect included. "And there is a kiss for the pretty boy," she said tousling his hair with her right hand as she leaned her torso back from his.

((Ummm....*looks above*...My muse...escaped. Sorry! It does that sometimes when I love a thread. Ask Kassy...I wrote her a 1000 word post in a thread about making mac and cheese before...It was lovely ))

[samael]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] samael tonight will be the night that I will fall for you, over again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sam watched her face for signs of anything. He loved how parts of her ponytail had come out during the run, allowing for him to tuck it behind her ear. He found that it worked really well for most girls, especially when he looked into their eyes while doing so. And he did find it somewhat amusing that she had panicked when they rolled to a stop. He almost chuckled, but didn't. It would have ruined the charade. He laughed when she said she'd give him a reason to be unconscious. "Any reason for you to touch me love!" he joked. Standing up, he set her aside on the grass. Brushing off his clothes, he watched her. She had won the race. Fair and square. Now what would she do? He didn't have to wait too long to find out! She placed both hands on his cheeks and then planted one on his forehead, with an exaggerated kissing noise. And there is a kiss for the pretty boy, she said, tousling his hair. He looked down at her and tousled her own hair. "Oh now come on deary, that's all I get?" He grabbed her by the waist and swung her down, his strong arm cradling her back, one of his hands holding hers. He winked and then pulled her back up. His heart was still beating fast. Probably from the adrenaline pumping through his veins right now. He grinned and let her go, knowing fully well that he had just pushed his boundaries for the past twenty minutes. "Want to go for a walk around the grounds now, instead of a heart racing run?" he inquired, trying to be a gentlemen now. He did have SOME manners you know. Sam ran a hand through his shaggy hair and pulled out his wand. He did a spell to make himself clean and no longer sweaty. He didn't enjoy being sweaty and gross all the time you know. He began to walk around the campus, looking around. The sun was fully up now, and he enjoyed the view. He hoped that Ainsley would walk with him. Even though he'd pushed the boundaries between their friendship, he hoped he hadn't ruined everything. After all, he really enjoyed hanging out with her. She was so much fun to be around. She loved Quidditch, and running, and just being guyish. But at the same time, he wished that she would be more girlish. She had the perfect hour glass figure that he would love to set his hands on. Her face was filled with the perfect eyes, the most beautiful lips, and a great smile. As he walked he wondered if she understood why he'd just done what he did. Sure, he was a player, he had lots of girlfriends, and somehow none of those girls knew he was dating them. But he genuinely thought Ainsley was beautiful, if only she knew that she was! She always thought of herself as a boy though. And Tristen seemed to be okay with this, as it meant he didn't have to beat boys off his sister. Sam looked back at her, his eyes searching her. He felt the need to apologize. "Ainsley, look, I'm sorry for what I just did. But I want you to see that you're a pretty girl! You are so gorgeous, any guy can see that. But I don't think you know how beautiful you are." His face blushed. Wait a minute. Did SAMAEL SALVADOR just blush? Of course he did, he was embarrassed that he just said those things about one of his best friends! He didn't want it to scare her away. He wanted things to be back to normal with her. But things had gotten carried away after the bum grabbing. He remember how perfect her's was and grinned, no longer embarrassed. AINSLEY. sorry mine is short. >_<. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[ainsley]

Ainsley's nose crinkled as Sam reached right down and tousled her own hair. Ainsley quickly pulled out her hairband, pulling it around her right wrist just as Sam took her (once more) by the waist and dipped her. He pulled one of his usual winks, to which she rolled her eyes, although her eyebrows has raised in surprise at the action of dipping. A grin had also briefly formed upon her face. Sam had quite strong arms, though Ainsley had known this...it was different when he put them properly to use.

But Ainsley wasn't the type of girl to be dipped. She wasn't the feminine, fragile sort that would swoon at Samael in that situation. She just shook her head as he let her go, then raising a single eyebrow at his proposition. A walk around the ground with Sam? Probably what he did with girls when he was scoping out the least crowded place to have a snog, she thought. But, of course, Ainsley being the responsible runner she was meant she realized it was only appropriate to have a cool down a stretch period. They hadn't had theirs yet, due to Sam's stunt. So, it was with skeptical brow that she nodded her head yes.

"Do me," she said, as Sam pulled out his wand and performed a cleaning spell upon himself. Her hands were rested on her hips as she waited with an expectant look upon her face for Sam to clean her and/or make a comment. Although, the expectant look on her face also suggested she would be bored with any cheeky comment with which he came up. Ainsley took a moment to stretch her legs before walking, still in place as Sam looked back at her to speak. Her arms, at this point, were stretched over her head and she had taken a step towards him. Like a guy, Ainsley wasn't one to hold grudges. Sam, like her brother, was just a flirt and a player and today he decided she was suddenly on his list of things to try and....take to bed with him or something. That was always the really smooth ones end game wasn't it?

Her arms were slowly lowered from above her head. Her heart did a funny skip beat in her chest at his last sentence, before Ainsley checked herself mentally. It's Sam, she reminded herself. But gorgeous? Did he really have to go there? And was he...blushing?? She patted him on the shoulder as she walked by him to continue on their walk around the grounds. "You should definitely use that chat up line on the next girl you f*ck, Sammy." Yup. There it was. Regular old, one of the guy, slightly vulgar and unknowingly gorgeous Ainsley. She gave a light laugh as she said this and patted him on the back of his shoulder as she walked by. "This walk will be necessary so you don't pull a hammy the next time you roll around with a girl."

It was true, Ainsley truly didn't realize how good looking she was. And Sam had never even seen her decked out to her full potential, though Ainsley never had reason to pretty herself up to that level. But as far as Sam went, to Ainsley he was all talk. This was a joke and she would never take her friend Samael so seriously. Player until the end and she loved him, platonically, despite it.

((Amber! That was not short so hush your face =P And I'll try to get you the other tab soon...busy week! Excuse if the post sucks..not proofed as it is LATE/EARLY =/ ))

[samael]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] samael tonight will be the night that I will fall for you, over again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He wasn't sure if her hesitation was from his flirting, or if she wasn't in the mood to just take a walk. He was done with the flirting now though. He could see that she clearly wasn't enjoying it. So he put away his player act and just decided to be her friend. She spread her arms out and nodded at him right as he went to put his wand away. At her comment, he opened his mouth to say something along the lines of taking up that offer, but decided to just shut his mouth and extend his wand arm to use the same cleaning spell. The air filled with the scent of flowers and cinnamon, something he thought she might like. Just something to make her smell great. He continued to walk. Sam was confused though, when Ainsley spit out the f-bomb. She just dropped it in everyday conversation. And even though they were friends, he was still take aback because even he didn't use that word. So he turned to her, his face somewhat appalled. "Ainsley, I know that you hang out with guys, but still. That little word vomit was unnecessary. And besides, I don't just have intimate relations with girls. I court them first!" he said, wrapping a friendly arm around her shoulders. She joked about him pulling a hammy and he limped along, leaning on her for support. He laughed and began walking normal again. He looked down at her while they walked along. "Listen, I'm sorry about how forward I was back there. I didn't mean to make things uncomfortable with us. Forgive me dovey?" he asked her, his eyes sparkling and lame. He lightly pushed her, joking around. Even though he'd made things awkward for them a few minutes ago, he knew that him and Ainsley were still going to be great friends. They always had been and always would be. Walking along, he watched the birds fly around the trees that dotted the edge of the lake. He saw one off in the distance that tried to fly around the Whomping Willow, and saw that it narrowly dodged being smashed. He smirked. "So, whats new in your life? Tristan allowing you to see any guys? Or is he still protective as ever?" AINSLEY. sorry mine is short. >_<. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.