InsaneJournal

Who: Rhona and Eliot
Where: Ravenclaw Common room
When: BACKDATED, Sunday April 4th, late night.
What: Renegotiation of prior arrangements decided between the involved parties.
Rating: R for implications.
Status: Completed log.



Rhona closed her journal over her quill and set it aside, curling her knees up to her chest as she stared into the dying light of the fireplace. The tower was oddly quiet, most of the students having gone home for the holiday, and the ones who had remained in bed at this hour. She was surprised Eliot was awake, and that he was out at the greenhouse, but he took his meditation seriously, so it was understandable. She thought about sneaking down to join him, but she was still feeling a bit shy about initiating a shag with him. It seemed obvious they were both enjoying their arrangement, and as frank as she tried to be about sex, it was sometimes difficult for her to talk about it. Her mother had given her a lot of directives about ladylike behavior to counteract her rough upbringing on the pitch, so simply asking Eliot if he wanted to shag was still outside of the realm of possibility.

She was also pretty exhausted, physically anyway, which is why she had asked him to come and hold her for awhile. She knew that it wasn't part of the arrangement, but she was too tired to care. It would feel good to have him hold her, so the arrangement could be stretched. For the night anyway. Closing her eyes, she rested her head against the back of the sofa and waited for him to make his way up to the common room, lulled into a light doze by the crackling and warmth of the fire.

Eliot knew fully well that sneaking about the grounds this late would get him into trouble were he caught, but with the end of the year and thus final exams approaching more and more rapidly as each day passed, he had made meditation a priority. Still, Eliot had some priorities that overrode his daily dose of energy focusing. Classes and Quidditch practice, of course, were held above such comparatively trivial matters. Above even those, though, Eliot was entirely willing to attend to Rhona's cuddling needs. It wasn't as if such addenda to their original arrangement were not beneficial to him as well.

He pushed through the common room door after answering the riddle ("What's black and white and red all over?" "A rare type of Eastern European weasel.") and did his best to stop from beaming when he saw her sitting alone by the fire. As much as he wanted to suppress the illogical feelings arising within him, Eliot couldn't completely repel the way she affected him.

"I imagine you'll say I took too long and you're going to make me run laps around the common room?" he asked, moving across the room to her.

The sound of the portrait swinging open roused her, and she lifted her head from the couch just in time to see him walk through, unable to stop herself from noticing the easy length of his stride as he entered. For Rhona, getting over that portrait hole was a daily exercise in maintaining her dignity as the Second Years who were taller than she was stepped in and out easily, but Eliot conquered it as if it didn't even exist.

Her eyes slid over his body appreciatively, before she caught herself and stopped ogling hihttp://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dfdprqg6_42c3m4pdf3m like a piece of meat. His smile was a welcome sight, and she noted with discomfort the way her heart started beating a bit faster. "I would, but you're lucky that right now even watching someone else exert any effort would make me sick up."

"Well, then I guess we'll stick to... what was it? Cuddling and telling you you're pretty?" he said with a smirk. He slipped onto the couch beside her, astounded at just how little room she took up on it. She was so small, and as he placed his arm along the back of the couch, inviting her to lean against him, he couldn't help but notice the vast difference in their statures. The familiar doubts started creeping in, despite all logical conclusions implying that if she was indeed willing to shag him, she couldn't find his towering physique so terrible a thing.

"You're pretty." He said plainly.

"That was the plan," she said, waiting for him to settle himself, then pushing herself upwards and away from the arm of the couch, into the crook of his arm to rest her head against his chest. He was warm and sturdy, and she felt like he could completely envelop her in his arms. At his compliment, she looked up and quickly pressed her lips against his, though the kiss was sweeter than it was carnal. It was funny that at the exact moment he was wondering if she was intimidated by his size, she herself was worrying that he must find her stature child-like, and wondering that he could think of her as a woman when she was so petite. She didn't understand how he could like her when he could be with other girls who were normal-sized. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said as his arm wrapped around her, holding her close. "Quite welcome, in fact."

He pressed his lips against hers now, a bit harder than she had in the previous contact. As reluctant as he was to admit it, the time since they'd last been able to act on their arrangement had seemed too long for him. Half of his time spent meditating was interrupted by visions of her, the other half spent trying not to think about how much he wanted these moments to increase in frequency.

"So, exactly how tired are you, again?" he asked with a decidedly uncharacteristic smirk. "Just out of curiosity, you know."

She would have been content to just let him hold her for awhile, to talk softly or maybe to doze in front of the flickering fire, but his kiss seemed to say that he had other things on his mind. They had only been together once more since the night in the greenhouse, and while both times had been very... satisfactory, the wait between them was a bit frustrating. It was unfortunate that practise and schoolwork had to take priority, and that she was still a bit too shy to be... creative with where and when they could meet. So far it had meant sacrificing something, either sleep or a meal. But, tired as she was, she had to admit that tomorrow she had no commitments, and that it felt good to be near him again.

She raised an eyebrow at his smirk, convinced she had never seen such an expression on his face. "Fairly tired, but I think I could be convinced to perk up."

His smirk grew when he saw the look she gave him in response, and his arm wrapped itself tighter around her of its own accord.

"Well, I do have a tendency to be exceptionally convincing when I apply myself," he said as his hand slowly slid down along her back. "I think we'll say this is my opening argument..."

A blush began to spread over her cheeks as he pulled her tighter against him, obviously intent on making good on her offer of further intimacy. It would have been easy to give in to the feeling of his arms around her, to the hand on her back, but she couldn't quite say yes just yet. The empty common room was a fine enough place to do some clandestine snuggling, but shagging? That ran far more risks. Looking around, she brought her eyes back to his, worried even as her body pressed back against his hand encouragingly.

"Here?" she asked, her tone clearly skeptical.

Eliot caught the concern in her voice, and his smirk faltered. She was right to ask; as abandoned as the tower was, it wasn't empty and engaging in such activities would lead to complications. Still, Eliot found himself considering the idea in spite of the sensible reasons against it. Yes, it was a risk, but there was something attractive in the risk. He bit his lip and pondered, his hand rubbing up and down her back as he let his eyes slip toward the fire.

"Maybe. If you wouldn't mind," he said slowly. "I mean... with the wards, I can't get into your room. And my room isn't empty. And if we tried sneaking out, we could get caught by a professor and I'd personally rather avoid that particularly conversation with Professor Flitwick. And, well, it could be... fun."

All she could think about was the look on Professor Flitwick's face if he walked into the room and saw his Quidditch captain on top of one of his best students, and while it was certainly amusing, it was also completely terrifying. Still, she was torn, especially when Eliot suggested that it could be fun. What had gotten into him? Eliot Quirke was not supposed to be smirking at her like this and thinking it would be fun to shag in public. Eliot Quirke wasn't supposed to go out in public without his robes in place and his hair neatly combed, so thinking of him wanting to be naked out here was... really and truly hot.

"I don't really see how the common room is any safer than sneaking out," she said softly, though her tone was far from firm.

"Toss a blanket over us if we hear anyone coming, pretend we're just cuddling," he replied offhandedly, resisting the urge to smirk once more. Truth told, Eliot didn't understand the thrill that this admittedly terrible idea had behind it, but he found it growing more appealing as he considered it further. "And if we're going to take the chance of getting caught, at least here it'd be by someone who can't dock points. And the fireplace is awfully... awfully appealing. Atmosphere and whatnot."

He couldn't begin to imagine the problems that would have arisen had he gone with his original word choice of 'romantic' for the cozy fireplace. Rhona had made it painfully clear that there was to be none of that in their arrangement and even if she was willing to bend their rules to allow for cuddling, Eliot knew that limit was still in place. He'd tried to separate their meetings from his emotions, to let himself view this all as what it was supposed to be: pleasurable, but lacking in deeper meaning.

"And besides," he said, forcing himself to focus on her instead of his internal thoughts. The smirk returned unbidden, escaping him as his fingers played merrily along her back. "The risk of getting caught... well, I dare say that it adds a bit of excitement to the entire event. Worth a try at least, I'd imagine."

She pulled back then, kneeling so that she was looking down at him for once, rather than the other way around. Her expression was one of utter astonishment, like she was seeing him for the first time. "Who are you?" she asked, incredulous but playful. As appealing as the atmosphere might be, it was hardly enough to drive someone to... well, not kinkiness (and she blushed as she even thought the word) but... well, whatever in the world this was.

Still, she was wearing a skirt, and if they didn't take their clothes off she wouldn't have to worry about how small her chest would look in this light and it was awfully sexy, romantic even in front of the fire, and bloody hell, now he had her thinking that way too.

"You have lost your mind," she accused, though it wasn't clear which one of them she was addressing.

For one moment, as she pulled away from him, he was afraid she was genuinely upset, but the moment he heard her playful tone, his confidence and his grin grew. He leaned forward and upward to lightly brush his lips against hers before settling back into the couch.

"I'm still Eliot," he said quietly, "and insanity is a matter of opinion, really."

"Well, in my opinion my Keeper has lost his mind, and I'm going to have to find a replacement before the twenty-fourth," she teased, accepting his kiss with a smile, reaching down with one hand to push his hair back from his eyes, her gesture tender despite herself.

"Unless, of course, you can convince me of your reasonableness before then. I suggest you start with this particular crazy idea of yours."

"Alright," he said with a small nod. "But you'll have to pardon me if I don't say it in English. I'm a bit tired of it, for the night. I do believe body language can be far more demonstrative of my current mindset..."

With a wolfish grin he moved forward faster, rougher than before, pressing his lips against hers and once more wrapping an arm around her tightly to keep them together.

Her cry of surprise was muffled against his mouth as he pulled her into his lap, utterly taken aback by his sudden forcefulness. Perhaps two times wasn't a representative sample, but Eliot had always been very... sweet, and careful with her before. She didn't know what had come over him, but for the moment she wasn't going to protest, letting her head fall back and parting her lips to his insistent mouth, one hand coming up to curl into his thick hair.

When he was kissing her the size difference stopped mattering, and she stopped feeling childish just because he could easily encompass her in his lap. She followed his lead and let her mouth become hungry, her free hand fisting the material of his shirt, holding onto him tightly.

This rougher, more direct approach was not quite natural to Eliot, and he found himself caught slightly off guard as she responded in kind. Still, he imagined that this was what she wanted, something physical, something strong and blunt and forceful. The tenderness, he thought, would probably bore her, and so he moved his mouth down along her jawline to her neck, nipping and sucking along the way as his hands moved down her sides to grab her waist tightly.

It occurred to her out of nowhere that he was suddenly reminding her of Angus and Phinn, the teammates she had slept with before him. They had been forceful and sure of themselves like this, and she had certainly enjoyed it at the time. Still... she didn't know how to articulate what she was feeling, and in the absence of speech, just let it happen. Instead, she moved her head to give him leeway, held steady by the hands at her waist, each nip being greeted by a small noise of pleasure until he bit too hard at the side of her neck, drawing a noise more akin to a yelp from her.

Each little movement she made urged him onward, and he smiled into his nips and kisses as he moved down her neck. The little responses his actions drew from her made his head spin and he had to force himself to focus to keep from grinning like a mad man. The effect was broken, however, when he heard a different response. Eliot drew back at the yelp, his brow furrowed as he found himself looking up at her once more.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I suppose I got slightly overzealous in that approach. Are you alright?"

She was blushing again, afraid she had ruined the mood. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, you just... surprised me," she said, thinking that he had been full of surprises that evening. Bracing herself against his knee, she pushed upwards and brushed her lips along his jaw, then down the column of his neck, her voice suddenly soft and cajoling, trying to bring the mood back. "Please don't stop," she asked softly, not wanting him to get discouraged.

A low hum escaped his throat as her lips travelled down his neck, and Eliot nodded slightly before pressing forward once more. His lips touched hers and moved down her neck, his grip on her shoulders, pulling her close. He could feel his pulse racing faster and faster the closer their bodies came, and his hands slid down her shoulders, down her arms, gently clasping her wrists as he brought her hands to his belt, all subtlety completely forgotten.

She let him lead her, content to let him take charge if that was the mood he was in -- as long as he kept the biting to a minimum. Her grip let her hands to his waistband, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was the setting or how long it had been since they had been together that made him act completely without preamble today. Sucking in a breath, she tugged gently so that he would release her wrists and set to work on his belt, knowing that the situation didn't really call for affectionate words and long caresses, anyway. Her fingers made quick work of the belt buckle and tugged it open, then deftly popped the button of his jeans, raising an eyebrow at him to ask if she should continue.

His hands moved back once more, one pressing against her side and its twin cupping the side of her head with his fingers buried in her blonde hair. He nodded in response to her unspoken question, taking a deep breath to calm himself before pressing his lips against hers.