A snog before battle; a pub [MS, RY] WHO: Miles, Risa WHERE: outside a pub WHEN: Sunday, 27 February, 2000; afternoon SUMMARY: Risa's had a bad day and Miles wants a snog before he goes after the Lestranges. COMPLETED LOG. RATING: PG-13
Men. As far as Risa was concerned now, they could all bugger off forever. It hadn't been a lie she told her mother, she had dealt with some particularly pain in the arse customers today, but the limit had been spotting Ambrose on her lunch hour – snogging some other girl. It wasn't as though they were exclusively dating, or even really seeing each other very much, but it stung her pride to have this man interested in her but clearly not only interested in her.
When Miles Stebbins, an Auror trainee she was familiar with because of his flirtacious nature, made his offer, she had originally thought to deflect it, but that hadn't lasted long. Why not? He was an attractive sort of bloke, probably a pretty decent kisser and, sod it all, she was better than this other girl, and even more worth the snog. She would prove it.
Not even pausing as she Apparated near the pub and spotted him, she moved straight to him, grabbed the front of his cloak and yanked him down to her level as she kissed him without ever greeting him.
Miles rarely let an opportunity pass by him, especially when those opportunities were delivered right into his arms outside a pub. While never experiencing a shortage of female companionship, it wasn't exactly commonplace to have a pretty bird snog him without so much as a greeting. It was all the encouragement he needed. Wrapping his arms around Risa to lift her off her feet, he backed along the wall until it opened into the alley beside the pub and then backed into it to remove them from easy public sight.
Once in the alley, he moved forward instead of back, to a jut in the wall just the right height to lift her up on, all without his lips ever leaving hers.
Pretty decent kisser covered it. In fact, Risa would have to say he was one of the best, not that she had snogged so many people – just enough to form an accurate opinion. She didn't have an objection to him moving them – had she been thinking, instead of acting in a huff, she might have thought of it herself considering her mother wasn't exactly unknown in many circles – and she certainly approved of him finding this ledge in the wall as it freed her hands.
Bracing the soles of her shoes against the lower part of the wall and her back against the upper part, she slid one hand from his robes to the back of his head, the other arm snaking around him so she could yank him closer to her, until her chest was crushed against his. Much better.
Feisty. Miles had suspected Risa might be, given how she didn't just fawn on him when he flirted with her over journals and when he felt moved to wander into the bookshop she worked at, though that wasn't very often. He did like a challenge, though right now she wasn't being much of a challenge. Not that he minded.
Burying his hands in her hair, he angled his head back to keep hers away from the wall, nudging her mouth open easily with a practiced tilt of his head and the persuasion of lips and tongue. She'd already seen to him being as close as he could be without him reaching down to wrap her legs around his waist.
Sighing against his mouth, Risa matched his every act, nibbling back at every nibble to her own lips, sliding her tongue along his as it plundered and then retreated to draw hers into his mouth. The soft sigh morphed to a quiet whimper of pleasure when he caught her tongue and sucked, shoulders pressing against the wall as she arched into him, their breaths condensing in the cold air around them.
Miles' chuckle was a rumble in his chest at her sounds and movements, recognizing them for what they were. There was definitely an attraction here, though for Miles and women, there was an attraction nearly everywhere. However, there was a difference between a snog in order to get to the stages without clothing, and a snog enjoyed for being a damned good snog. This was definitely the latter.
While this had started in order to prove a point to herself, Risa was fast losing her head to all of it. She had always been the one to enjoy something to the fullest extent, whether it was flying or learning a new skill, and snogging was no exception. Whimper turned to moan and she locked her legs around him without thought, the hand on his back alternately roaming and clutching.
With the encouragement of her legs moving, Miles' lips left hers and began to wander, exploring, with careless abdandon, her throat and behind her ears, then her collarbone and the vee of her robes where her cloak had fallen open. There was something about Slytherin girls, he'd always thought. Even the iciest had always seemed to melt into something molten and bubbling with the right effort and it seemed Risa Yaxley was certain proving that.
His hands no longer in her hair, he nudged aside her cloak enough to get his hand inside as he muttered a warming spell, canceling what chill was left close to their bodies. His fingers curved around her waist and then he slid his hand higher, palm cupping her breast as he sucked on the hollow of her throat. Though she was a tiny girl, it seemed she hadn't been shorted when it came to curves, not at all.
Miles could only grin at the discovery.
This was quickly moving beyond a snog to prove a point, but Risa found she couldn't really care right now when she felt so good. The only thing she objected to was the passiveness of the position she was in, unable to give back as good as she was getting. That would have to change.
This objection was momentarily forgotten when his hand closed over her breast. She moaned, arching forward again out of deep-seated instinct, rather than conscious action. His hand held its position for several beats and then his fingers sunk into her flesh through the layers of fabric, drawing another moan out of her as she tightened her legs around him.
Just then, a boisterous group of witches and wizards passed the alley, breaking the thrall of the moment for Risa. With a heaving pant, she released the leg lock she had on him and pushed back at Miles, enough to permit her some space. Breath still coming rapidly to make her chest rise and fall beneath her opened cloak, she stared at him and attempted to regain her wits.
Eventually, it was a success and with that success came the realization she needed to get herself elsewhere very quickly before she drug him back to her. "Thanks," she said, her voice husky from their efforts, and disappeared with a pop.
For several moments, Miles stared at the empty space now in front of him and then he chuckled and turned, returning to the inside of the pub and several interesting prospects to kill a few hours before he was to meet up with Ernie and go over the plan. He'd meet up with Risa Yaxley again, he had no doubt about that.