RP: Netflix & Chill Who: Hugo & Scarlett What: Just a relaxing Friday night in… Really… When: 11 March 2028 Where: Scarlett's flat above McLaggen's Warnings: NSFW Completion Status: Complete
Bumbling virgins were hardly Scarlett's favorite. She didn't get off on deflowering guys who were overdue in the sex department. And she definitely assumed that Hugo was in that category. But Hugo was a unique candidate for her particular skill set, if only because she'd known him forever and her newly budding friendship with Sofia stirred up that instinct to muddy the waters. She could be a bit of a trainwreck socially, she knew, but that rarely stopped her from indulging her impulses.
When he stepped through the floo, she greeted him warmly, even going so far as giving him a hug. "I'm so glad you're here," she said, careful not to gush too much. "Things have been dreadfully stressful, and a relaxing night in with someone as kind and calm as you is exactly what I need!" Was she laying it on too thick? Maybe, but she was enjoying herself. She really should have gotten that role in Grace last year!
"I know you said you're not interested in partaking in weed, but maybe a spot of whiskey?" she offered. She knew she couldn't push him to drink or smoke, suspecting that it might make him rabbit, but there was no harm in offering, was there? Hugo was surprised that Scarlett hugged him. They’d known each other for most of their lives, true, and their parents had known each other since they were children, but her warm greeting wasn’t something he’d experienced with her before. Really, other than family, Sofia, and sometimes Pansy -- it wasn’t something he experienced from anyone. But then she’d called him kind and calm and he couldn’t help his smile as he thanked her for the invitation and slightly gawked at how lovely her flat was.
He left his usual messenger bag by her floo and gave a thoughtful look, “You know, actually, that sounds nice.” It was rude to refuse a nice drink, for one, and for two, he didn’t actually mind a spot of whiskey every so often. It was warming and soothing and smelled heavenly, all things he appreciated in his tea as well.
“Really, thank you again for inviting me over, I haven’t really seen anyone but family and coworkers in...” he gave a self-deprecating smile, “ages.” He accepted a tumbler from her gratefully and took a short sip, standing somewhat awkwardly. Hugo was tall and lanky and skinny - the main physical traits he’d inherited from his father - and it made him feel as if he stuck out even in a situation like this. Scarlett had to focus to keep from smirking when he agreed to the drink, going over to the counter she had set up as a little bar just outside the kitchen. She poured him a generous spot of whiskey and brought it back to him.
"Social is so important," she said knowingly. She reached out and took his hand, giving it a light tug as she guided him toward her couch. "Feel free to take your shoes off and get comfortable," she told him graciously. Her own feet were bare, though they were mostly hidden by the black, high-waisted, wide-legged trousers she wore, her midriff peeking out from between the top of them and the hem of her white, wide-strapped crop top. He nodded, “As you know, it’s never been my strong suit,” he said nearly sarcastically, surprising himself. Scarlett was - it turned out - easy to talk to, and even joke a little with. She had been a Queen Bee of sorts at school (with parents and siblings like hers it was no surprise), but never a mean girl. He still hadn’t expected this.
As he stumbled in her wake, he toed off his trainers and left them by his bag near the floo before following her tugging fully. She was so comfortable with new people. Then again, he guessed he wasn’t really ‘new’ thanks to their growing up and schooling together. Still, socially this was very new.
He settled into one side of her couch, comfortable in his slim fit dark denims and hoodie. “So, what movie did you choose?” he asked, taking another sip of his drink - he liked that whiskey was something you sipped at, rather than taking raucous shots, and that she had suggested it. Her smile was warm and charming. "Well, love, we're going to work on that, aren't we?" she very nearly purred. Scarlett reminded herself that she should be careful not to come on too strong, lest she scare him off.
"Once Upon a Wedding," she answered as she sat next to him on the couch. It was a magical rom-com that had come out two years ago, starring Amara Ahuja and Brett Sherman. It was full of innuendo and had a few raunchy scenes that she rather hoped might stir up Hugo's imagination and open him up to a bit of fun. "Have you seen it?" “We are?” he asked, a smile tugging at the sides of his mouth. He didn’t realize this was the start of something new, rather than a one off free Friday night she had.
He shook his head. “Can’t say I have.” He didn’t generally watch romance, with the exception of when Sofia really wanted to see one. But he wasn’t one to cause a stir, so he added, “Have you?” He wondered if it was a favorite of hers - or if she had favorite movies, even. "We are," she confirmed, her eyes dancing with amusement as they met his. There was no telling how much time and energy she would invest in the project that was Hugo, but she was certain she would enjoy herself while she did.
Scarlett nodded slowly. "I have. You'll have to tell me if you like it. But first… what should we order in? I picked the movie, you pick the food," she said, reaching out to nudge his knee, her fingers walking up his thigh as she took her hand back. Hugo stiffly watched her hand... confused. What? His brain short circuited for a second and then he asked, “Um, Indian? My treat, by the way, since you’re so kind to host.” And take pity on me, he added in his head.
“Do you like spicy food?” He really didn’t know much about her, besides from school, did he? But he liked learning new things, even about new people despite what his social status would tell you. Because she'd been watching him, she noticed his discomfort and mentally cautioned herself to slow down, to not come on so strong too soon, lest she scare him off. "I love spicy everything," she told him, forgetting her mental advice from mere moments ago with the thread of flirtation in her voice.
"Indian is great. There's a shop tucked away on the Muggle side that does magical deliveries here. What was it called…?" The name eluded her, though she was sure she had a menu tucked away in a drawer in the kitchen. A lazy flick of her wand had the small stack of menus zooming to her when she still hadn't pinned down the name a moment later. "Aha! This is the one," she said when she got about a third of the way through the stack. She handed the menu to him. Hugo laughed at her answer and couldn’t stop the fleeting thought of ‘what else spicy...?’ from skittering across his mind. “Oh, this looks good,” he said, pursuing the menu quickly - he usually ordered the same things when he did take out, depending on the genre of food. He picked out an entree and handed the menu back to her, “Anything you like, like I said, my treat.”
As they ordered and then she started the movie, he willed himself to relax a bit. This was a girl he’d known nearly his whole life, it wasn’t like she was going to bite him, after all. It was quick and easy to get the food ordered, and once the movie was playing, she sat near him again. In a series of moves that seemed natural and casual but were, in fact, planned and intentional, Scarlett slowly found herself cuddled against his side, hopeful that he would go along with it, even if only because he wasn't sure how to gracefully get out of it.
Which probably wasn't the best sort of approach, but she'd got this mission in her head, and she knew she would be disappointed if she failed. When they got to the point in the movie when Amara and her co-star, Brett, were locked together in a highly sensual, intimate scene that implied sex more than it showed sex, she willed a flush to her cheeks and peeked up up at him, going for a somewhat coy expression. She wasn't unaffected by the intimacy on the screen, and she wondered if he wasn't, as well. When she settled into his side, Hugo wasn’t really sure what to do, but the polite, quiet side of him decided the best course of action was simply to not make a thing of it and pretend it was fine and there was nothing out of the ordinary happening. She seemed relaxed, after all, and wasn’t that the point of the night in?
Scar looked up at him and he was a little bit embarrassed by his already blushing cheeks. “I’ve heard shooting scenes like this is actually the least sexy thing in the world,” he had read it, when he’d picked up a random book about movie production. He wondered how the actors felt about acting out intimacy. She seemed a little uncomfortable, too, so he gave her a small smile and his arm - of it’s own accord! - sort of came around her shoulders to make her feel better. The victory was small yet seemed significant, and she took the opportunity to lift her legs, tucking them away from him in a way that snuggled her body that much closer to him. She reveled in the fact that his arm was around her shoulders without her having put it there.
"I would imagine it would be strange to portray intimacy without actually being intimate. Do you think you could do it? Even just snogging?" she asked, her bright blue eyes peeking from his eyes to his lips again, as if to put the thought of him snogging her in his brain. As he looked down at her, his face turned thoughtful at her first statement. But then her question had his eyes widen slightly and he didn’t miss how her gaze hit his lips like that, as innocent a gesture as it was. He cocked his head. “I don’t know really, I’m no actor, but I think if it were my job I’d kind of, have to?” His throat felt scratchy as he spoke. He couldn’t help his own eyes darting to her lips quickly after he spoke. Was she thinking about them snogging? His heart rate may have picked up slightly - in nerves - at the thought.
Hugo had never snogged anyone. He knew deep down that was somewhat pathetic at 20-years-old, but he’d never known anyone he’d wanted to snog, he supposed, and the thought to just do it had never occurred to him. But Scarlett was very beautiful - hell, she was hot - and even Hugo knew that, and... Did she like him? Scarlett nodded slightly at that. "I suppose. I auditioned for Grace, you know. Not the character specifically, but the show. Ken… I went with a friend, but I didn't get a callback," she admitted, pouting just a bit. She'd thought her audition went well, and looking back, she was annoyed that Kenzie had got a role but she hadn't.
"Want to give it a go?" she asked, turning her body so that she was facing him more fully, one hand coming up to trail her fingertips lightly over his jaw. He was cute, obviously, and she rather thought they could both use a bit of fun. Okay, her pout was adorable and there was something innocent and rebellious about it that made his stomach... swoop a little bit. “I bet you were great,” he answered. He could see her on the silver screen, with her big, light blue eyes and full lips.
Wait. When did he start thinking like that? That was unbelievably disrespectful.
But then she asked that and moved so that she was facing him as if on a mission and he felt like he’d lost the plot. Without his thought, his head moved to gently chase the feel of her fingers on his jawline and where did that come from?
Did she really want him to kiss her? Or did she want to practice for acting? He was so confused but the way she traced his skin felt so nice.
“For your next audition?” he got out through the haze of his confusion. He supposed he could help if it was something for work, right? As someone who always enjoyed a little boost to her ego, Scarlett smiled at the compliment, not caring in the least if it were an automatic sort.
The way his head moved with her fingers made her think she had him in her snare. Why wouldn't he want her? But then he asked that confused question, and she managed to contain the bark of laughter, releasing it as a small puff of amusement. Her fingers slid down toward his chin, her thumb swiping over his lower lip.
"It could help," she told him. If he were a man more confident in his sexuality, she might have said something more playful, but she had a feeling he'd respond better if he thought he was doing something to help her rather than for himself. The goody two-shoes. Hugo swallowed thickly, his adam's apple bobbing in a big way, when her thumb caressed his lip like that. That felt good.
He wasn’t immune to charms, or asexual, or anything like that - but he was incredibly inexperienced and part of him also didn’t know how he could be much help to her. He said as much, “I don’t know how much help I can be towards a convincing snogging scene...” he trailed off, his throat bobbing again. He didn’t want to say out loud that he’d never kissed anyone, but he truly wasn’t sure how someone so inexperienced could be any help in this. His gaze wandered down the smooth, fair skin of her neck as his heart hammered - she really was quite beautiful. Scarlett pressed her lips together firmly to keep from laughing at his admission before softening into a warm smile. "Maybe my character has never snogged anyone before, and she asks her good friend to be the first because she feels safe with him. You're quite safe, aren't you, Hugo?" she said softly, playing up the feelings in her eyes, her thumb stroking down the subtle cleft in his chin.
Leaning in, she brought her lips near his, her hand pushed back, her fingers splaying across the back of his neck. "Do you want to kiss me, Hugo?" she asked on a breath, her nose nearly nudging his. Hugo tried his best to keep his breathing even - unaffected - as she spoke and moved closer to him. And then her face was so close to him she could feel her breath on his skin, his lips, and her hand felt warm and sure on the back of his neck and he hadn’t even decided on anything before his head was nodding. She was beautiful. And seemed to want him to kiss her.
That made him think, though, “Do you want to kiss me, Scarlett?” His eyes narrowed a little, analyzing her. He wasn’t a suspicious person by nature, and even now he didn’t wonder at her motivations, just didn’t know where this had come from. Maybe the movie had given her ideas? He couldn’t imagine Scarlett McLaggen didn’t have a line around the block of people who wanted to date her, kiss her, be with her. "Yes," she whispered honestly. Why she wanted to kiss him didn't matter, did it? And she likely wouldn't have been able to articulate why, anyway. She wasn't interested in anything serious with him–with anyone–and she didn't think it was a pity thing, either. Perhaps she just really enjoyed corrupting guys. Perhaps she would get some petty satisfaction out of doing anything with the guy Sofia had strung along for years–not that she blamed her friend, it was all in good fun.
Throwing caution to the wind, Scarlett closed that last little bit of space between their lips, her pressing almost feather-light against his, testing, hoping for a favorable response from him. The way she whispered like that, her lips so close to his, sent a shiver down his spine. That was nice. Very nice. He barely licked his lower lip, so as not to touch her as he did so. And then her lips touched his and something unrecognizable seemed to blossom in his chest - a burning, almost, that spread through him. His hand came up to the nape of her neck, not quite tentative but not aggressive either, and he pushed his face closer to hers.
Any worry he seemed to have harboured over the years - uncertainty about what to do in this moment - faded away as his body seemed to know what to do much better than his brain did. His tongue darted out to lick at her bottom lip, asking for more purchase, and his hand at her neck gripped her hair just a bit, in a way to keep her close to him. His response to the light kiss surprised Scarlett, a soft sound of pleasure getting lost in the kiss. She wasn't sure if he'd ever snogged anyone before, though she was fairly confident he was likely still a virgin, but it would seem that he had some instincts, which she found quite exciting.
Her lips parted at the swipe of his tongue, catching it between her lips and sucking lightly, her own tongue dancing against his. She pushed up onto her knees, leaning closer to him, her body poised to straddle him as her mind threatened to forget who he was in the midst of the brewing passion. When her mouth opened for his - soft and hot and talented - he couldn’t stifle his soft moan. It just felt so good. His free hand moved to her face, as she got up on her knees and the angle changed, he cupped her cheek softly but the pressure from his lips on her mouth was anything but. Where had this come from? This surging sort of wave coming through him, moving him without his mind interfering, without any experience or research, his mouth just seemed to know what it was doing.
His hand at the back of neck moved down her side, brushing down her shirt lightly, even grazing the side of her breast, before settling on her hip, and gripping her lightly there, all the while he continued exploring her mouth, hoping to make her make more noises like that little whimper he’d nearly missed for the rushing in his ears. At the moan and the feel of his hand in her hair, she gave into the desire to be closer, swinging one leg over his lap and settling there. Her forearms rested on his shoulders as they kissed, shivering in delight as his hand brushed the outer curve of her small breast.
Her body moved instinctively over his. For a moment, she forgot it was Hugo under her, forgot that this was an experiment of sorts. "Gods, you're good at this," she breathed against his lips when she needed to break the kiss to catch her breath. She didn't stop for long before she was kissing him again, her arms wrapping more fully around him. Her hips rocked over him in a timeless dance, wondering just how far he would let her take things. Hugo sighed when the weight of her came down on his lap and as she rocked into him as they kissed he felt a twinge of embarrassment as his obvious desire grew beneath her.
He had a feeling, though, that she wouldn’t care? He gave her a small smile when she spoke, before she was kissing him again and part of him was just drowning in her lips, in the movement of her thighs, the way her arms felt around his neck.
He grew a little bolder, both hands now on her hips, holding her tightly, moving with her sways. One thumb grazed the skin just below the hem of her shirt, thrilling at the feel of it. He broke contact with her kiss and instinctively moved down her jawline and then to her neck, somehow knowing to lick and kiss and nip as he went. He listened intently for any reactions from her, desperate for another of those whimpers, another whisper of encouragement, anything. The moment for playing coy was over, though she reminded herself that she probably shouldn't unleash her full sexuality on him all at once. The poor guy might have a heart attack, and then what would she do? She hummed against the kiss, soft sounds of pleasure escaping her without reserve the more they carried on, the firmer his hands pressed against her.
Gooseflesh prickled up along her arms at the feel of his lips on her neck, and her head tipped back, a low keening sound slipping from her lips. "Fuck, yes," she breathed, rewarding him with another firm press of her core against the growing bulge between his legs. Would he let her suck his cock tonight? It was one of her favorite things to do, and she couldn't help wondering if he'd ever had it before. Oh, that was a good sound, and then, she said that and he had to stop himself from grinning like a mad man. He liked that, making her react that way. As did his body, apparently, as he grew fully erect underneath her, and part of him wanted to die in embarrassment. Would she realize this was his... first kiss? Gods, the embarrassment.
But he seemed to be doing the right thing, which he liked doing, and she seemed to be enjoying it all, so he kept going, suckling his way down her throat again and to her shoulder. Would she let him take her shirt off to kiss her more? Her skin was so nice, and tasted so good, he wondered if she’d let him kiss her everywhere. Well, maybe not everywhere as, goodness, he’d have no clue what to do with all that. But still, the thought stoked him hotter, he felt like he might be boiling. Should they talk about this? Was making out the sort of thing people talked about beforehand? The way his lips traveled her neck and the bit of her chest he had access to encouraged Scarlett, and she rocked her hips gently over his before reaching down to bring her top up and off, tossing it away carelessly. She kept a tidy home and would deal with it later. Her small bust bounced with the movement, bared to him now, and she wondered if he'd be brave enough to explore the newly exposed skin without her nudging him.
Shifting a bit, she ducked her head to catch his lips in another kiss, hoping to keep him enough in the moment that he wouldn't get overwhelmed. Hugo gasped at her suddenly bare chest. Oh hell, his eyes grew wide as he took her in before she kissed him, cutting off his view. He breathed heavily into her kiss, his hands staying resolute on her hips though itching to move.
He broke the kiss to look at her face and then down quickly again before looking back up. “May I touch you, Scarlett?” he asked, his voice stupidly shy, and he felt his cheeks warm with an intense blush. When he broke the kiss and asked that question–so bloody polite!–Scar smirked slowly and said, "I'd be disappointed if you didn't." While the communication wasn't a bad thing, it was a bit foreign for her; most of the guys she slept with were experienced and the just take action sort. And though she didn't know if he would be willing to have sex with her tonight, she fully intended to show him at least some of what he'd been missing out on. Hugo smiled - a small one, and shy, but smiled nonetheless - as his hands ever so lightly moved from where he’d been gripping her hips up her sides, skimming the skin of her rib cage. He settled tentatively to feel her breasts - they felt weighty in his hands and different than he thought they would but his heartbeat rammed against his chest at the delight.
Then he began to move his hands and watched her for a response, caressing her in different ways depending upon her reactions. Once he found himself a little more comfortable, he leaned in to kiss her again, one hand moving to her bareback to pull her closer to him, the other still playing with her chest. Scarlett had never been one to hide her reactions. Sure, she could pretend when she wanted to, but there was no reason to do so now. She shivered, gasped, moaned, and shifted over him at the different things he was doing to her, encouraging him to keep exploring.
The kiss was nice, and his hands were surprisingly clever, but she wanted more. After a bit of snogging, she pushed back on his lap, her hands going to his trousers. "May I touch you, Hugo?" she asked with a bit of cheek, her fingers already starting to work open the front of his trousers. His eyebrows went up, all the way to his hairline. She wanted to touch him? She wanted to take his pants off? Oh gods, where was this going? Hugo wasn’t sure he’d want his first time making love to be this sort of situation. But she hadn’t said anything about sex, and surely she figured he wasn’t experienced in this sort of thing. Should he tell her he’s a virgin? That until tonight he’d never even snogged?
No. Definitely not.
Unable to form words as her clever little hands worked at his pants, he simply nodded, watching her continue. Oh, she’d have to get off his lap, wouldn’t she? That was a shame, he liked the feeling of her weight on him, liked the way she pressed against his erection and shifted and ground, the friction was the best sort of torture. Her smirk morphed into an encouraging smile at his nod, amused more than she could say at his inability to form words. But, with his consent secured, she slid his zipper down then reached in to gently release him from his pants. Keeping her eyes on his, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and stroked firmly to the head, swiping her thumb over the sensitive tip and spreading the bead of precum there.
After stroking him a few more times, she slid back off his lap, kneeling between his legs without releasing him. Her tongue flicked out over her lips before she leaned in and sucked the head of his cock between them. Her mouth focused on his head, sensing that he was new at this and not wanting to overwhelm him with the sensation, while her hand stroked gently up and down, giving him time to get used to the feeling. Hugo gasped and choked on his air supply when she stroked him, firmly and perfect, and holy hell. His eyes strained to roll back in his head, but she kept her gaze on his own and he fought the urge so he wouldn’t break eye contact. It was so hot.
He struggled to breathe and took a big gulp of air when she slid down off him, using the brief respite to swallow oxygen like his life depended on. But then, oh then, her fucking toungue. He tongue flicked out of her lovely pink lips and tasted him and he whimpered and then her mouth - hot and wet and little and holy shit - was on him, around him, sucking on him and the whimper turned to a whine as he couldn’t take his eyes off the look of her mouth taking him in like that. Her hand still moved up and down and now wetness was coming with it and the sounds that were coming out of his mouth and the squelch of their movements and the rush of blood through his own body drowned out whatever was showing on her tv now. He didn’t even know if the movie - or even the tv - was still on. He sighed, her name tumbling off his lips softly but with urgency, “Scarlett,” as his head fell back to the couch and his hands absentmindedly reached to play in her hair. This was one area in which Scarlett took pride in excelling, and her cheeks dimpled in a small sign of that pride as she slowly took more of him in. She sucked his cock, keeping her movements rather slow, measured, giving him the opportunity to feel every bit of it, to notice the differences. The way he was responding lent credence to the thought that it was his first blow job, and she felt a small thrill at that, at knowing that he would compare future blow jobs to this one, confident that they would fall short.
And when he warned her that he was about to cum, Scarlett hummed around his cock, keeping up what she was doing, and drinking down his release as it spurted inside her mouth. Even when he was finished, her mouth moved over him, cleaning every bit of cum from him. Her tongue swiped over the head of his cock one last time before she carefully returned him to his pants, doing up his trousers again as she smirked up at him from between his legs.