Re: Misha/Bella
There was a soft needy moan from the Ravenclaw the moment Misha pressed his thigh between her legs, her back against the wall, and his lips against hers. Her hands clutch at the toga costume he wore as she returned the kiss. This wasn't what she meant to happen but then she wasn't going to complain about it either. She liked Misha and she really liked kissing him, how she felt in his arms, everything that happened between them. She found herself wanting more.