theodora travers. (enquire) wrote in disorderic, @ 2017-12-04 11:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | layla fairbourne, theodora travers |
WHO: Layla Fairbourne and Thea Travers.
WHAT: Pillowtalk and next times.
WHEN: 27 November. Or something.
WHERE: Thea’s flat, Tinworth.
Fingertips gently, but gingerly traced over the skin of Thea’s bare back. Tangled sheets kept some (needless) modesty for the pair. But it was a private flat strewn with stacked, unpacked boxes that were forgotten for the time being. Layla propped herself up on her side with her elbow, palm of her hand holding her cheek while her free hand continued to roam across smooth, warm skin. “You’re right, this was an enjoyable afternoon so far.” Thea smiled — a real one, small crinkles appearing in the corners of her eyes, instead of the forced happiness that she played on a regular basis. “Of course I was right. I’m always right,” she said. “I suppose you’ve earned an O+.” “Sure.” The single word answer carried an air of amusement, and Layla also smiled. “You suppose,” she scoffed, although equally good-natured. “That’s a fact.” "What's wrong with supposing?" Thea asked innocently, pushing back a lock of Layla's hair without really thinking much of it. “I’m competitive,” Layla stated, her fingers doodling a little ‘O’ on her partner’s skin. “Of course I guess if you’re not sure…” she let the sentence drop suggestively. Thea laughed, and trapped Layla's fingers on her waist with her own. "I really couldn't take another just yet," she admitted. "Next time, though…" Wait. Was there going to be a next time? ‘Caught’, Layla’s fingers splayed to cover more area. “Worn out,” she said, tutting and pursing her lips. She smiled fondly nonetheless. “Next time it is, then,” she answered without thinking about it through very much. Thea very much wanted to relax back into this moment, keep it light and easy, but there was an odd flutter in her gut that she couldn't comprehend, and words on the tip of her tongue that she didn't know what to do with. "We should… keep it quiet. Your friends, you know." There wasn’t going to be any admission from Layla that her friends had already given her a lot of grief over merely flirting with someone they deemed ‘evil’. And truth be told, the potential danger was enticing. “I wasn’t in any rush to tell them anyway,” Layla sighed as the topic had become more serious. “I think you’ll find I’m good with secrets, though.” "A Gryffindor good with secrets? That's hard to believe." Layla smirked. “That’s going to cost you.” Thea laughed, pushing away her questions and apprehensions for now, as she leaned over to press her lips against Layla's. "Forgiven?" When the kiss broke Layla pulled back, but only an inch so that she could lick her lips. “For now,” she said simply. Using those moments had allowed her to slip her hand away from Thea’s thigh, and then use it to cup her cheek. “I’ll probably need several reminders of your apology before you leave, but yes." |