gilbert rosier (rosace) wrote in enemies_rpg, @ 2013-02-03 13:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1943-02] february, gilbert rosier, ophelia parkinson |
WHO: Gilbert Rosier and Ophelia Parkinson
WHEN: February 3, morning
WHERE: Some empty classroom
WHAT: Facebook status change, snogging, expectations talks.
STATUS/RATING: Completed log/PG
While Ophelia wasn’t the slightest bit concerned over the silly mudblood girl being hexed, she was awfully concerned about her lack of a relationship status with Gilbert. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy snogging him silly at every opportunity, but -- well, she’d realized that it had been going on for over two weeks. It was those thoughts that lurked in the back of her mind, despite the fact that Gilbert’s hands had been underneath of her shirt only moments earlier. On an impulse, she pulled away from his kiss. “Why haven’t you asked me to be your girlfriend yet?” It was blurted out quickly, curiously, uncertainly. Gilbert had continued leaning as Ophelia pulled away, but stopped. He had been preoccupied by the idea that he had a role to play in the Mudblood's death, so he had spent a portion of the previous day going through the motions. Then relief followed, and then concern that Tom wouldn't be happy. But that seemed like a lifetime ago while snogging Ophelia. And her question certainly would've distracted him from any more thoughts of it. He started at her for a moment, like he wasn't entirely sure what he heard. Surprised and confused, he asked, "What?" for good measure. Not particularly eager to repeat her question, Ophelia paused for a second or two. “Um. Just that. Why haven’t you asked me to be your girlfriend yet?” Perhaps he had no intention of it, then, considering the sheer surprise that had appeared on his face. A feeling of awkwardness overcame her at the thought. Did he really just want to snog? As much as they were? He’d admitted to still liking her, but... perhaps he hadn’t even thought about it. Her cheeks flushed a little; her uncertainty showed more obviously than she’d have liked. He removed his hand from her thigh. His brow furrowed as he tried to figure out just how to answer it, and how to put her at ease. Then he realised still looking confused might have the opposite effect, and he let himself look more vulnerable than he would've otherwise. "I thought we were taking things slow," he said quietly. "We agreed to not." She had agreed to that, hadn’t she? “We haven’t, though, have we?” Ophelia could count the number of times that Gilbert’s hands had wandered on one hand, but that didn’t precisely scream slow in her book. “I mean -- a lot of that’s my fault, I know, as I’m rather awful about touching you whenever I can, but.” Pausing, Ophelia wasn’t quite certain what to say. “It’s all right if you want to keep things as they are. I just... well, it just came out.” "You want me to ask," he said, rather plainly. It lacked judgement or amusement, but it also didn't seem all that sympathetic or that he was about to either. It didn't sound like a guess or a question either. He was watching her face, and he leaned in slightly closer. Although he did realise they hadn't been going slow at all, physically and sometimes emotionally, but in theory, it was supposed to be slow. "Last time would happen again." “I want you to want to ask,” she admitted, regretting the very moment that she’d opened her mouth at all. If she’d just kept her mouth shut, she could’ve been snogging right then instead of... this. “It might. You can’t say, for certain, that it would. Neither of us are Seers, Gilbert.” Ophelia certainly thought that it might, but she was beginning to think that their thing wouldn’t end harmlessly regardless. But not too much had changed. He would still sometimes want to spend time with his friends instead of snogging, and he still wasn't as into remembering important dates as she was. She had a birthday. He could remember that. That was good enough. They were practically dating already, except for celebrating those days and putting a label on it. At the same time, having something more official would quell some of the jealousy and paranoia he disliked feeling. He trusted her. And he really liked her. His eyes lowered for a second before he looked back at her. "So you want to?" Ophelia shrugged. “Only if you want to. There wouldn’t be much point in it if you’re not interested in much more than snogging, right now.” She paused, awkwardly, and wondered whether that had sounded the way she’d meant it to sound. “I only mean -- that, well, I’ll still kiss you even if you’d rather not put a label on our relationship right now.” Because as much as she did want to be officially with Gilbert, Ophelia didn’t particularly want to wonder if Gilbert’s agreement was only to keep snogging her. He leaned forward to give her a kiss on the lips, more gentle than heated. He lightly bumped his nose against hers before pulling away. "I want to. I just... I'm still going to want to spend time with the lads, and I'm not going to remember it's been a week or two or a month. I would try, because it's important to you." He didn't manage to keep the fact that he thought that was a little weird out of his voice. "But I can't promise that. If that's what you want, you shouldn't settle for me." “I think I can handle that.” Ophelia wasn’t entirely certain that the little things, collectively, wouldn’t bother her over time, but she wasn’t entirely certain that they would, either. “Trying is, after all, nearly as sweet as succeeding. And though I think that it’s awfully obvious, there is perhaps something else that I ought to add.” She paused to grin, briefly, before kissing him lightly on the lips. “I want you. In more ways than one, admittedly.” Gilbert wasn't entirely the type to overthink the relationship. He had been unhappy when they broke up, but it seemed like something for the better then. And now, it just seemed strange to not be together, especially with the little details ironed out. Even though they screwed up their other verbal agreement just recently. He had leaned in to return the kiss, and he was smiling when it was broken off. "Let's do it." He said it like it was the most normal. logical, and reasonable thing in the universe. Ophelia didn’t even bother to respond verbally, instead leaning forward to kiss him much less gently, as her fingers snaked into his hair. It could have been a time for gentler kisses, perhaps, if not for the fact that delight tended to transform into eagerness for her. It was minutes later when she finally pulled away, breathing heavier, with a grin. “Just don’t mention this to Vera before I’ve had a chance, then.” Not that she intended to wait very long -- or at all -- before discussing it with Vera. Although Gilbert had matched her, he was a bit breathless and dazed when she pulled away. To the point where he admitted, "Wow!" while expelling his breath and with a laugh. "If I'd known you would do that, I would've brought this up earlier." Then he smiled at her, looking rather happy, and he moved his hands up the small of her back so that he could give her a hug. Contrary to what he had just said, he wanted to show her it wasn't all just about the kissing. "I won't." “Thank you.” Ophelia gave him a considering look for a moment and then, without saying a word, she unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt. Just enough to slide the fabric to the side, lower her lips, and proceed to give him a hickey on his collarbone. A non-visible area on his body that -- well, you know, that she could leave a mark on. It took him a rather long moment before he realised that it would leave a mark. His eyes opened, and the dreamy smile faded, as he leaned back slightly. "Ophelia," he said, in a much different tone than when he had said her name a few seconds ago. He was amused and disbelieving. He tilted his head to look at her. "They're going to see." He didn't sound like he minded that much. “Perhaps they’ll think you bumped into something,” she teased, fingers moving to stroke the bit of his chest that was bared. Reluctantly, she paused in her attempts to leave a mark on him. It didn’t seem like he’d object terribly if she continued, but she supposed she ought to be certain of it. His hands slid down again. "They're not that naive," he said with a laugh. His face then crinkled into a half-grimace, though he still looked far too amused. "Let's stop talking about them." Without waiting for a reply, he gave her a squeeze before he pulled her closer to snog her again. Ophelia couldn’t help but think it was a shame, really, that she hadn’t been able to leave a proper mark on Gilbert. It would have been rather nice to know that it was there, lurking underneath of his clothes, even as they were sitting in class. As they snogged, Ophelia tugged his hand around to slip it just underneath the hem of her shirt. She may not have been able to mark him, but she certainly intended to squeeze every other bit of enjoyment out of their discreet location. He certainly wasn't going to fight that, and he moved his hand up. The next time he felt out of breath and pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers, even though his hands remained where they were. "I should study." He should, but he was also looking at her in a way that suggested he was saying it as some responsible thing to do, rather than actually preferring studying over snogging her. “You could,” she admitted with a nod, “though, I imagine studying would be quite difficult to do. With your hands being quite busy. But you could. If you wanted. Or, if you wanted,” she paused, licking her lips lightly, “you could slide your hands under my brassiere. First. And wait a bit to study.” "I can study your tits," he murmured, a bit brainlessly, before proceeding to do so. He went back to snogging, and occasionally paused to make sure she was enjoying it, or to remember that she responded a certain way. When they finally seemed to break apart for a longer period of time, he took the opportunity to say, "So...this means you're getting something for Valentine's Day..." Ophelia grinned slightly. “I certainly hope so, as I doubt I’d be too inclined to kiss you for a bit if I didn’t.” She paused, thoughtfully. “Though, that would be just as much of a punishment to myself as to you, so you’d better.” Ophelia leaned in to kiss him briefly. “If I could resist.” "I like making you happy," he replied when they stopped. He looked vulnerable, and at her with genuine affection. If he stopped and thought about it, he wasn't overly fond of being in such a state. But without thinking, it felt like he had gained a friend again, even though they had been amiable after their breakup. That meant more to him than he expected or was entirely aware of. "Even if I think it's a stupid holiday." “It’s a silly holiday,” she admitted, “but it’s a fun one. At least, I think it is.” Mostly, she thought, it just seemed so much worse to not have someone to spend Valentine’s Day with. Not that it was a particularly important holiday in reality, but... Ophelia didn’t particularly want to hear all about other girl’s excitement of the day without having a bit of her own. "I'm bored of it already." He said it plainly, though he was also watching her carefully so that he would stop if she started looking or acting offended in any way. "But I'm glad you're having fun." He used his nose to nudge her again. "May I ask you what you're expecting?" “You could give me more flowers,” she suggested, with a grin. “And then let me snog you silly. I think that would be just fine.” Ophelia didn’t particularly want to make Valentine’s Day a miserable occasion for him, not when there wasn’t much that she needed for it. Really, as long as he paid her a proper amount of attention and perhaps a few compliments, she’d be quite satisfied with it. At first, he tilted his head slightly with a confused smile on his face, like he was asking, Honestly? Then he looked genuinely pleased and relieved, not because he was off the hook, but because he was building something up to be complicated, and Ophelia was so damn reasonable and he felt so lucky for that. He had a glint in his eyes, like he definitely planned to do more, but he nodded, visibly suppressing a smile as he replied, "I can do that." “You’d be a terrible boyfriend if you couldn’t,” she told him. “I mean, there’s not much point in being official if I can’t have my way with you when I’d like.” Her tone was teasing, though, as she knew Gilbert wouldn’t actually be at her beck and call for snogs. But, if the past two weeks had been any indication, she doubted that she would be disappointed. "You can always have your way with me," he said back in the same tone. He also knew it wasn't true, and he didn't entirely expect her to be at his beck and call either. But it was easy to say stuff like that when they were alone in a classroom with their hands on each other, after a somewhat serious relationship talk. "All right, I really should study now." “If you insist,” she replied, with a slightly disappointed look. It wasn’t that she didn’t get it, but logic wasn’t the easiest thing to think of while his hands were still on her. “I’ve things to tell Vera, anyway.” Which she did, as she knew Vera would be absolutely thrilled to hear about what had conspired. For a second, Gilbert looked at her curiously. He didn't really feel the need to tell any of his friends, and he wasn't entirely sure if that was a girl thing, a Vera/Ophelia thing, or a normal thing. And he was aware enough to know that he and his closer friends weren't exactly the most normal. But it was gone and he nodded, and with great reluctance, he slowly pulled his hands out from under her shirt. "It's weird, I know." “What? What’s weird?” Ophelia looked rather confused at that, tilting her head to the side slightly. "Trying to get better grades because your friend is." He said it with a shrug, and a slight cringe in his voice while trying to be matter-of-fact. He didn't particularly like saying it, even if he felt more comfortable admitting it to Ophelia than to others. “It’s not weird, Gilbert. It’s great, actually. You’ll have higher OWL scores than you might have, if you didn’t have that extra reason to do it. Honestly, there’s nothing wrong with trying to be impressive.” And she believed that, wholeheartedly, as Ophelia would never see something wrong with trying to better yourself. Even if it was due to wanting to impress a friend. Well, Gilbert knew he would never be as good as Tom, but he wasn't some sadsack who would go and say that to his new girlfriend either. It wasn't necessarily impressing him -- though he wanted that too, more than he realised -- but trying to compete. Instead, he smiled gratefully at her. Instead of thanking her aloud, he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers again. Ophelia, unsurprisingly, enjoyed that for only a few moments before pressing a kiss to his lips. But, as reluctant she might have been, she hopped up from his lap after only a few moments. “I suppose we ought to leave, if you’re to study.” Standing over him, perhaps, was not the best way to remind him of that. Taking a step back so as not to flash him her knickers, she grinned down at him. And he grinned up at her briefly, and then stood himself. In between straightening his clothes, he was standing close enough to reach out and put a strand of her hair back into place. "I'm going to be in the library if you want to join me when you're done." “I think I will.” Right after she’d finished informing Vera of things. Ophelia couldn’t help the grin that appeared on her face at that moment. Yes, her conversation with Vera would undoubtedly be quite satisfactory. |