Re: Misha/Bella
"God, you're beautiful," Misha groaned softly, trying to calm himself down. Not only was Bella 'not that kind of girl' but much like the quidditch pitch, the side room off of the Great Hall wasn't where anyone deserved to lose their virginity. He hated to admit it, but now that Misha knew that particular feature was still intact, he found it easier to slow down, even as badly as he wanted her.
"So not every inch," he said, his breath still hot against her neck. Misha eased back barely half an inch, but enough so that they weren't grinding against each other.
"How about just a few? One here..."
He placed a hot, open mouthed kiss against the side of her jaw. It was less urgent, though just as passionate.