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Wes (wassupwes) wrote in ecorridor_rpg,
@ 2009-02-09 21:53:00

Current mood:	tired
Current music:	We're All Going Down - Butch Walker
Entry tags:	#feb2023, *greathall, w.longbottom

Become a Social Ghost
Who: Wes, Claire// OPEN
What: The morning after the night before...
Where: The Great Hall
When: Monday Morning - Breakfast
Rating/Warnings: 15
Status: in progress

Wes was sitting near the end of the Gryffindor table, as far away from everyone else as he could get. His hair hung low over his eyes, hopefully hiding the bags he was sporting from being up all night, and his chin was covered with a fine stubbly layer. There was no point in shaving over the fullmoon, it would've been back by 4pm. He'd been a little late for breakfast, and the hall was relatively empty but for the odd spattering of students. He was just glad he didn't have any classes. The only reason he was awake was because he was always starving after changing.
His plate was piled high with every type of meat available to him on the table, sausages, bacon, gammon, even the turkey sausages, even though he hated turkey. He just craved the meat so much! Probably because it was the middle day of the full moon, the official full moon, the big khauna! Too tired to bother, he hadn't attempted to put anything else on his plate to even the meal out a little, you know, make it look a little less like he was trying to drive some kind of animal to extinction, single-handedly.

He poured his attention half-heartedly onto a copy of the Daily Prophet, looking for any story that might catch his interest. There was a small article stating that the murderer at Hogwarts still hadn't been found and that the Ministry had no leads, and now attention was turning to possible student involvement. Wes flicked his eyes up to the Slytherin table, to Albus Potter. He hadn't had anyone with him that night had he? The Aurors had found him! Who's to say....
Then again Wes himself couldn't even remember what he was doing when she was killed. That magical weed had gone straight to his head.... He sighed and turned the page to an article on a flying carpet smuggling ring that had been blown open by the Ministry the previous day. How boring. He closed his eyes, head resting on his hand, and slowly started nodding off over his plate without realising...

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clairefree
2009-02-10 05:48 am UTC (link)

They were intimate enough with each other so that when Wes moved towards her, Claire remained where she was. Perhaps he'd had a quick smoke before he'd come down to breakfast, she thought, eyeing him with a frown. But as he leant towards her even more she saw the naked lust in his eyes before his lids fell shut.
A tingle of goosebumps ran down her spine as she leaned towards him, tilting her head to meet his lips-- And then he was gone. Drinking and mumbling some nonsense.
Straightening herself she pulled her hair back into a low ponytail, twisting it around one fingers before letting it fall over one shoulder. "No. My perfume's the same as it's always been," she answered, still flustered and confused. She cleared her throat and grabbed her cup, finishing the last of her juice.
"As for the sleeping thing, I'll make you a deal." With her bag in one hand and books in the other she stood up to straddle the bench. "Finish your detentions and leave the greenhouses alone--" she moved over him, bending down to murmur in his ear, "--and I'll let you do whatever you want with me for one night. Deal?" she finished. She pulled back a bit, biting on her lower lip before she moved towards him again. "And here's one for the road." She closed the gap between their faces in one smooth movement, sighing into the familiar curve of his lips.

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wassupwes
2009-02-10 01:29 pm UTC (link)

claire had no idea what she wa doing to him. Not even an inkling it seemed. He swallowed as she leaned down, his eyes sliding shut as her scent washed over him again. And then the whsiper, the promise. Wes sucked in a small breath, his fingers pressed against the table, gripping the edge to resist the urge to grab her.
"Ngh deal..." he said softly, though he knew it wouldn't be soon enough to quell his urges. He opened his eyes as she moved back, his pupils wide and his gaze so incredibly lustful, and then, with what he felt was very little warning, she kissed him!
He whimpered against her lips, wanting so much more. Oh god it had never ever been this bad before, but then Claire had never teased him unknowingly like this! He kissed her back, knuckles white where he was holding the table to stop himself jumping her and, as she pulled back and walked away he growled softly. He needed it now.

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