Who: Elizabeth and Evan When: BACKDATE Monday 4/8 Where: Hotel in London What: Observe "who." What do you think? Rating/Warnings: High/ Sexings Status: {closed, complete}
A whole week away from school again, and Elizabeth was certainly not complaining at all. It had been a long year, really, and she was ready to graduate and get out on her own. Well, mostly on her own, anyway. She did not intend to be entirely alone, at least not all the time. Either way though, this week was for her and Evan to have time together, even though they both did have to do the family thing first. The Monday after Easter, though? She was out of the house and ready to go to lunch with him, knowing her parents expected it at this point, and after saying her goodbyes, she headed out to the cafe she had decided on, not sure if Evan would have gotten there yet. Part of her was a little concerned, after the last break, if he would be bruised up or injured. Not that he was clear on how it happened, but she assumed it was something at home and not a backfired spell like he claimed.
Once she arrived, she settled her bag on a table and ordered herself a glass of water, waiting for him to get there. It could not be too long, she imagined. He hated being at home, from what he had relayed to her, so he would leave there as soon as he could.
Evan was not the sort to arrive early, but neither was he the sort to arrive late. So he appeared with a crack of displaced air in the location on the street designated for Apprariation arrivals, and paused only a moment to ensure his robes were not disturbed by the transport before he entered the cafe and looked for Elizabeth. His lips turned up at the corners, as close as he tended to get to a smile unless they were alone. “Good day,” he greeted her with a casual kiss to her cheek before he settled into the open seat.
Elizabeth did not need to worry - at least not yet - about whether he had fought with his Stepfather again. He had spent the previous day not with his Mother and her husband, but with his cousins Cissy and Bella and their husbands. His luck might not last the entire week, but for now at least it meant his time at home had been incredibly limited, and so he had escaped without coming to blows with his Mother’s husband.
Elizabeth offered a slight smile back to him when he entered, tilting her head slightly to accept his kiss. It was a common response, one she was used to, though she did know that they would have to control their normal responses to each other for a while, at least until they headed to the hotel room she had booked. Her eyes moved to his and she looked him over for a second, just assuring herself that he was not carrying himself stiffly or anything, before finally speaking. “Did you have a nice holiday meal?” She was not sure where he had spent it yet, but it seemed like a valid start point for their conversation, casual enough that no one would question it really.
“It was good to spend the day with Cissy and her husband.” Evan admitted, not saying how nice it was not to not be with his Mother’s Husband, “Although my grandparents were somewhat disappointed I elected not to attend Easter dinner at their house, they understand how important it is that I restore relations with my cousins.” His maternal grandparents didn’t completely understand it, having embraced their mudblooded son-in-law, but tolerated some defiant behavior from Evan. “How was your day? I presume you had dinner with your family as well?”
Elizabeth nodded slightly, a tiny smile curving her lips. “I’m glad to hear you enjoyed your meal. Mother and da were asking where my lovely friend from school was, I had to listen to that through the whole of mine…” This said with a teasing laugh as she pushed back some hair from her face, amused at the thought. After all, their relationship could be defined certainly as more than friends, though she was not about to tell her parents that, nor was she very much willing to admit to feelings for him. “They also want to know my plans for after school. I told them I am still considering, as I’ll have to take NEWTs to ensure I am able to get the job I want…”
“Lovely friend?” Evan raised an eyebrow at her. “Which of your friends have you brought home?” He teased, not considering himself ‘lovely’. Handsome perhaps, attractive. “It is too early to apply for positions yet in our world. Until the NEWT scores come in, the most you can hope for is a preliminary interview, unless you would apply for something that requires no study, such as being a waitress.” Evan of course had no such issues, since he had already been named as his Grandfather’s successor and would be working with him for the latter part of the week. However, for someone like Elizabeth who wished a prestigious position within the Ministry, she couldn’t just expect to interview without her scores.
Elizabeth wrinkled her nose slightly at the thought of being a waitress, or really any other menial jobs. She knew she could do better than that, even with her bloodline not being as pure as some of the others that would be applying. She was clever and talented, and her ambition would take her somewhere, she imagined. “I let them know that I will not know until the summer. I do believe I will be getting a flat though once the summer arrives. I do not want to continue living in their home with the changes that will come around when I start working. I also imagine that it would be complicated for them to explain if I did stay there, with my...differences from the rest of them.”
Evan smirked, knowing the mere suggestion of a menial job would gain a reaction from Elizabeth. “It makes sense to get a flat in Wizarding London near to the Ministry, or easy transport to the Ministry.” Evan agreed. His own situation was not so easy. He would not even contemplating moving out of his family home. To do so would be tantamount to accepting his Mother’s Husband, to giving up on his Father’s legacy. He had only the benefit of the fact that he would be working and not at home all the time to be forced to see the Mudblood more than necessary.
A thoughtful look crossed her face for a moment and she grinned. “I suppose I should get a nicely sized bed. Something comfortable that can be enjoyed during the daytime. Or on weekends, when there is less work.” She brushed back her hair from her face and she looked directly at him. “Big closets too. At least two of them. Just in case, obviously…” She was working on hinting that she would like him to occasionally stay with her, and part of her wondered if he would solve it or it would bring a fiery response she could tease him some with.
“In case what?” Evan arched a brow at her. He did not understand entirely why her bed would need to be enjoyed during the daytime. Nights and weekends made sense to him, but daytime did not. Just what was she implying? And two large closets indicated she felt she would be sharing her flat with someone regularly enough that she did not wish to give up any of her own closet space. “Think you your wardrobe will expand so much as to need more than one closet? Forget you that you are a witch, and they make expansion charms?”
“In case of guests that choose to remain for longer than one night. I imagine that I might have one, at least…” Elizabeth’s grin remained in place and her eyes twinkled, knowing that she was provoking him purposely and vaguely amused by his reaction, as well as the ease with which she could do so. “And of course it would be rude to assume that said guest would share my closet space, I imagine having their clothing smelling of the sachets I use to keep things fresh would not appeal to just everyone…” Yes, she was having fun teasing him, and would likely continue to do so until there was a reason or need to stop.
“Guests? Intend you a two-bedroom flat then?” Why else would she be talking about guests staying more than one night. Evan noted her grin and twinkling eyes, and tried to puzzle what was amusing her. Clearly she must be teasing him about something, but it was not clear to him what it was, as she was discussing her plans for her residence after school.
“Two bedrooms? No, I don’t think I would need that.” Elizabeth quirked an eyebrow, wondering how he was not solving this by this point. It seemed like a logical jump for her that she would be wanting him to stay with her sometimes, though she guessed he might be skipping over it for a reason, and that tugged at the back of her mind, causing a tiny drop in her smile. “Well, assuming that the appropriate guest wants to stay at my flat. I suppose I do need to consider that too…”
“There is an appropriate guest? As opposed to an inappropriate guest?” Sometimes her logic escaped him. It was probably due to her muggle upbringing, that she sometimes confounded him.
Elizabeth blinked at him for a few moments. Was he genuinely not getting this? Or was he trying to play back with her? He did seem legitimately confused and she was a bit uncertain for a moment before she again brushed her hair back, figuring she could try again. “Someone I would enjoy the company of and want to remain in my flat, rather than someone I am simply being forced to spend time with, I suppose?”
“You are fortunate that you will have the freedom to dictate such in your space.” Evan wished he had that sort of power in his home, but his Mother showed no inclination to leave it, claiming it was her home too. And Evan would not give up his Father’s house. Quite honestly, he was not looking forward to the inevitable fights that were going to occur, particularly given what had occurred at the last break. “I expect you shall decorate in a modern but tasteful way.” Evan’s own taste was actually quite traditional, and unquestionably masculine, preferring dark woods and heavy fabrics. However he could picture Elizabeth choosing to do her flat in a more modern palette.
“I am, yes, though I imagine I will seek input from external sources for some things. I think a lot of blues and greens though. Something to remind me of the beach, the ocean, you know?” A tiny smile crossed her face at that thought and she looked over at him curiously. “What do you think? Would that be an appealing setting?” She was already running through ideas in her head about showing off the flat to him when it was ready, though she still guessed she needed to know if he would regularly visit her.
“Colors of the ocean, or your house color?” And his, though he would not presume that. “I like the color, but am myself not one of those who wishes for a seaside retreat.” He did not know what one was supposed to do at a beach except to sit around in the sun or swim in the dirty water. “And no doubt your family will have some opinion. I imagine they will be subsidizing the furnishing of it?” He asked casually.
“The ocean. Well, really water in general. I much prefer that to anything else I could picture, really, and it would be welcoming.” Elizabeth shrugged slightly at his question about her parents and let out a tiny laugh. “Da will let me do pretty much anything I want, as long as I keep everything intact. No tearing things down or anything of that sort. So I’m not really all too worried about asking what they want, they’ll just tell me it’s my home and I can do as I please…”
He sometimes envied the casual, happy way she talked about her Father. And her ease in her place in the world. “You tell me such then so that I will know the appropriate motif for your housewarming gift.” He teased gently, already picturing some items he might acquire for her. “Such a color scheme flatters your looks at least.” Though really, he wondered sometimes if it was possible for her to appear unflattering.
“I should hope you would help me select some of the decor, actually. I believe you might visit at times, and would like you to enjoy the environment while you are there...” A small smile curved her lips and she brushed back her hair again. He was right that the colors suited her, though she tended to focus more on practical concerns when it came to her clothing- comfort for practices and games, and honestly? She felt more comfortable when she was in more feminine clothing, so to her, keeping skirts and dresses was much more practical, especially since she knew she would have to dress nicely in the future for work.
Now Evan smirked lightly at her obvious indication she expected him to spend some time in her flat. “I believe I need little more than you, in order to enjoy my environment.” However, the possible invitation to her flat, the idea they might have a comfortable space to be together, that did not require tranfigurations, or concerns about being interrupted… These were pleasant ideas. As was the thought he might have somewhere to go that was not a source of frustration.
“I would like you to do more than simply enjoy it, I think.” Elizabeth smirked slightly and flicked some hair back from her face, looking into his eyes. “I would like it to be someplace you feel welcome to come whenever you like. Someplace you can be comfortable and settled to some degree, at least for a while.” Because she felt comfortable with him around and wanted him to have that comfort in her home while he visited. Obviously he could not stay all the time, but really he was welcome in her mind to stay as much as he wanted.
A brief look of… something briefly flashed across his eyes. The hinted invitation to spend regular nights in Elizabeth’s flat offered him another place he could stay to escape his own home. He couldn’t spend every night with Ophelia and Fourth without drawing comments from his friends about his homelife. He was likely to be far more occupied with Elizabeth to discuss such things. After the flash, he smirked, “I do not imagine I could use the most appropriately descriptive vocabulary in the middle of a cafe, so enjoyable seemed the most appropriate.”
Elizabeth smiled teasingly and nodded at his assessment of the wording and the appropriateness of it- or lack thereof. She would likely not question him about being home, and honestly she did not see any need for that. What she knew was enough to know that it was not something he regularly discussed, and while it was a shame in her mind that not everyone had grown up as comfortably as she had, she accepted it as fact. “So, did you want to get lunch then? I think we need a little bit of energy, so maybe some tea or coffee as well?”
“It seems appropriate, as I do not cook, and imagine I might distract you should you try to cook.” Evan admitted with a bit of a grin. His mind was already moving towards the afternoon, but it could wait for a few minutes. Which was not to say that Evan was not glad when the luncheon was finally over. There had been advantages to having the room service dinner delivered to their room as he had done for New Year’s Eve. He was getting impatient; being around Elizabeth had that effect on him. He was beginning to conciously work to not touch her. Making do with casual touches of the hand, or the gentle brush of his foot against hers under the table were not enough for very long. He was ready to kiss her, properly.
“Probably so…” She did agree with the thought that the pair of them in a kitchen would be something of a recipe for disaster, with the distractions that would ensue. She too had grown impatient by the end of their meal, rushing through the last of it so they could get out to the hotel room she had booked for them both. After she finished her meal, she quickly settled the bill and rose to her feet, looking to him to walk out with her to the apparition point. They would have to do side-along, since she had decided on the place to go, but she was okay with that, and she offered her arm, a wicked look on her face and a grin on her lips.
Evan had not been happy Elizabeth had paid - his expression had made that clear, though he did not fight her for the bill. That would have been tacky. He arched a brow as she offered him her arm. Normally Elizabeth was properly feminine. He linked his arm with hers though he avoided anything that would be considered a feminine positioning. Just because she was trying to prove herself independent didn’t mean he had to become the woman. “As you made the reservations, I will let you lead the way.”
Elizabeth adjusted so that her hand slipped into his and nodded slightly, closing her eyes to focus on their destination. A few moments later she felt the change in wind and the positioning of the sun that told her they were where they needed to be, and a bright smile crossed her lips. It was not common for her to apparate, much less to take someone with her, and her eyes moved to meet his. “I would have reserved it in your name, but… it seemed like something that might be questioned, I guess?” She shifted so that she was a bit closer to him, just wanting to get to their room now.
“I used my name for our New Year’s Holiday.” However, he had made clear that he wished it to be discrete, and paid extra for that. “However, as you were the one making the arrangements this time, it makes sense that you used your name for the reservation.” He shrugged. He was used to Apparating, but Elizabeth was clearly competent, and Sidewaysing with her was as comfortable as the mode of transport could be. He looked around when they Appeared, taking in the Quality of the establishment, that they would likely use little of beyond their room. “Places like this… know better than to ask too many questions when they are properly paid.” He admitted.
Elizabeth nodded slightly. “Most of the places that don’t ask questions in Muggle London are a bit less… reputable, I guess.” Most of the places were the ones that were frequented by men seeking an escape from their wives with whatever woman they could find- secretaries, prostitutes, whatever they could access. The Wizarding world was different, she guessed,, though she would have to get used to all of that. She offered a tiny shrug and looked down for a moment. “I guess I will have a lot to learn after school is out. They don’t quite teach things like that at Hogwarts…”
“I imagine it is a reputation issue. To lose the patronage of one of the 28 Families would cause the loss of them all. And so it is necessary to be discrete and not ask questions.” Evan shrugged. And he was content to use his Family reputation and influence to make sure no one asked questions he didn’t want to answer. “And there is always the threat of magical force to make sure someone forgets what they have seen. It is more profitable to avoid such magic.”
Elizabeth nodded again, a thoughtful look on her face. She wanted that sort of power, but she knew that she would not be able to achieve it to the degree that he had been granted by simple virtue of his birth. Even if she made Minister for Magic, she would have a lot to learn about the way certain things worked in this world and it was agitating sometimes to know how much she did not know. Her hand remained linked in his as they headed inside, though she was a bit more careful to hide it, knowing that the fact that he was out with a muggleborn was still something that would be questioned if things were not kept subtle.
Evan’s attitude was of casual grace. Although he did not need the kind of speculation Fourth warned him about, acting as though he was doing something wrong was the surest way to bring such attention on them. There was nothing wrong with muggle borns in general, and nothing shameful about spending some time with them. They were rather unavoidable really, even when one was not sleeping with one. And really, Evan did not often think about Elizabeth’s blood status when they were together. She had a way of ensuring his focus was on other parts of her. He did make sure to tip the bellhop or clerk who escorted them to their room, leaving him with a quiet warning that they did not need to be disturbed unless they called for service. As soon as the door was closed behind them, he held off kissing Elizabeth a moment longer to cast a protective charm on it - to ensure their privacy. Paranoia handled, he slid his arm around her less innocently.
Elizabeth followed his lead, behaving pleasantly to the person at the desk as well as the one who showed them to their room, though it was obvious now that she was deferring to Evan in much of this. He knew more than she did about making sure things were handled properly. As soon as they were in their room and his arms were around her, she flashed him a wicked smile and pressed her body against his. It had been too long. It was always too long when he was not touching her, and she could tell from the way he reacted to her that he felt the same way.
“That took too long,” Evan grumbled at her smile. Merlin, it had been…. yes far too long since she was pressing her body against his. Too long since he had been close to her, and alone with her. Evan had a reputation as being short-tempered, but Elizabeth made him impatient in other aspects of his life too. “And no doubt why you chose to ensure we ate luncheon in a location other than our hotel.” She obviously wanted to torment him by making sure they delayed their actions long enough to have their somewhat meaningful conversation.
“I thought it would be wise to ensure that I knew you would occasionally remain with me when I got myself a flat..” The words she was saying were punctuated by kisses in between, something that seemed much more important now honestly. There was no need to worry about anyone coming along, or anyone hearing or seeing them, and so her hands moved over his body, down his chest to his waistband, where she could pull the shirt he had tucked in there out and slide her hands underneath.
“As I will still be living with my Mother, I do not imagine you had much risk that I would not wish to spend time with you in your flat.” Perhaps it was presumptuous of him to assume he would continue with Elizabeth after school, she might have had other ideas. However, he was not worried about such details at the moment; he was worried about undoing the buttons on her shirt, and what her hands were doing.
Her own hands moved now to start unfastening the buttons on his shirt as well, her eyes moving to his face and another tiny smile quirking her lips. “You can stay with me whenever you like, then. I would prefer to know that you’re in a place where you can feel welcome at any time…” One of her hands moved to his waist again, sliding down over his erection through the cloth of his pants teasingly, a wicked glint again appearing in her eyes.
“I am not unwelcome at home.” Evan corrected. It was just difficult, and tainted by the touch of The Mudblood everywhere. Her touch was not unwelcome either. He shifted into her hand unconsciously. “Though if this is the welcome you offer… you are correct that I do not get this sort of welcome at home.” He did not anticipate this type of welcome in general, but could certainly grow used to it. “Intend you to welcome me this way in your apartment?” He murmured, shifting to kiss at her neck in retaliation.
“I believe I can promise this sort of welcome regularly…” Because him being away from her was not enjoyable in her mind, so she imagined that she would have no problem with regularly greeting him in this manner. Her fingers worked the fastening of his trousers, undoing them rather more quickly than she normally did. A smile curved her lips as she slipped her hand inside, teasing over the cloth of his shorts now. Even with her current impatience, she was very much able to tease him a bit, to draw things out for a few moments longer.
There was an audible hitch in his breath when she touched him, and he grinned at her, kissing the smirk from her lips a moment. “And how would you have me greet you?” His hands teased at the skin at her waist.
“I think just like this would be a suitable greeting after we’ve both had long days at work…” She grinned again, tiptoeing to press a kiss on his neck, followed by softly nipping at the skin there. It was enjoyable, being with him like this, and she was pleased now to know that it would not be ending after school did.
The only possible difficulty with Elizabeth’s flat was the lack of a house-elf, and the fact that she would have to cook and clean. That reality was not yet in his life; he took for granted his House Elf, and at the hotels they stayed at together, there were House Elves. He took for granted now that they would continue their interactions after school. He was not ready to give her up, indeed, he continued to kiss her and work on removing her clothing. It would be much easier; having a bed, not having to sneak around to be together. “I imagine it is good that I will work for my Grandfather…” It granted him a somewhat more licence to get in late should he spend the night with Elizabeth.
Elizabeth smiled as she pushed his trousers and shorts out of her way, playfully prodding him back toward the bed. It looked comfortable, and she was looking forward to having as many interactions using it as they could. She was not a fan usually of having to rely on desks and tables rather than having more comfortable places to meet and get together, and she was very excited for having a flat that they could share a bed and just be comfortable at any time, without sneaking around. “I will have to remain timely, obviously. Cannot move up in the Ministry if I don’t do things as I am supposed to. But just think, one day you might be able to think to yourself that you’ve been with the Minister for Magic.”
“You will work for the ministry… you could always get a Time Turner to ensure you arrive on time.” Evan smirked, moving with her to the bed, and pushing her on it before bending to remove his shoes to finish the removal of his pants. And while he was bending down, he caressed her ankle before moving to help remove her shoes. Clothing was no longer necessary. And since they had eaten, they had the entire afternoon before they would need to be presentable for anyone but each other.
Elizabeth laughed and shook her head slightly. “I imagine I would be misusing it by the second day I had it, honestly…” Because really? If she had a time turner and him with her in the mornings, she would be much more likely to spend a lot more time focusing on their interactions and not on getting herself dressed and prepared for work. A smile crossed her face as he removed her shoes and she reached down to lightly trace a finger down his cheek. “You’re a bit too far away right now and I disapprove….”
“Do you… And where would you have me?” Evan teased, not yet rising. She had given him a moment of control, even as she was passing judgement. He kissed her knee instead, watching to see how she would react to his ‘defiance’, though he was looking forward to being with her. They had not had the time to just play with each other in a while. Even when they met in the Prefect’s bathroom and they had more time than just a quick coupling, they did not have the entire afternoon to enjoy each other’s company.
She laughed again softly and rolled her eyes as he kissed her knee. She knew they had time and so she was not quite as demanding as she could be in a situation like this. Her hand played through his hair lightly and she tilted his head slightly to meet his eyes, a wicked glint present in hers. “I would have you touching me all over, ensuring that I am completely aware of how much you enjoy my body. And positioned so I can do the same to you…”
“Are you not aware of it? You would have a demonstration?” He should be unsettled that she knew how much he enjoyed her body, that she knew his affection for her. But he was ignoring such ideas; it was enjoyable. That was all that mattered. “And what if I chose to stay kneeling? Left you sitting where you were? Think you that there could be no way you would be completely aware of my enjoyment of your body then?” He teased her further, his hands moving up to push her shirt up her thighs.
“It would make the second part of my idea rather difficult if you remain down there. I mean, you can freely show your interest, whereas I would have to move and likely interrupt you if I tried to do the same…” Her fingers trailed over his neck softly and she raised an eyebrow, a teasing look on her face. “Or would you simply rather all the attention be on me for the moment, so that later every bit will be trained on you?”
“I imagine I like having your attention focused on me.” He grinned. He liked it whether she was lavishing attention on him, or entirely focused on him because of what he was doing to her. “Unless you imply you would not be focused on me were I to kiss you here?” He asked, pressing his mouth against her inner thigh.
A slight arch of her body toward his touch was her first reaction to the kiss. Yes, he was correct that his actions there could keep her mesmerized, though she would not be as readily able to give him the same sort of attention. She supposed though she could manage that, and a grin curved her lips. “I find it hard to not be focused on you when you’re in a room with me. I do find it makes paying attention in class harder though…”
“I am fortunate only that our uniform requires you to cover your skirt with robes.” Evan admitted. Both of them were good students, and therefore, they had many of the most challenging NEWT classes together. They were however, somewhat safer in that, being from different houses, they did not sit near each other in class together. He was not often close enough to be distracted by her perfume, or other subtle signs of her nearness.
Evan was fortunate too, that Elizabeth preferred to wear skirts. He slid her panties from her, kissed the inside of her thigh again, and then teased her by settling back again. It was necessary, on one hand, in order to completely remove the fabric barrier from her ankles, but he also paused to finish removing his own shirt (which Elizabeth had opened so nicely for him), and debated removing her skirt entirely.
Elizabeth watched him as he moved. Her fingers itched to touch him, but she knew that he would allow that when the time was right. At the moment he was distracting her from the idea with his teasing, though she imagined as time passed that would change. Her hand moved to reach to him, brushing over his chest lightly, about the edge of her ability to reach without moving. She did approve of the fact that he was obviously willing to enjoy and draw out their time together, rather than just rushing through things. After all, it was not like they had any reason to hurry at the moment. They had the whole day with no risk of interruption, and she was intrigued by what they could do with all that time and the comfort the room provided.
It was hard not to want to rush with Elizabeth. It was hard to take his time and touch her and tease her the way she reacted to him, the way her skin felt beneath him. She made him lose himself. Made him forget everything but being with her. And he wanted her to feel that way too, that he was not alone in this. From their first time together, they challenged each other to hold control and give it up, and that dynamic continued to the present moment. Elizabeth would let him lead now, but he knew she would retaliate later. He smiled briefly at that idea, and set about ensuring her lack of control, shifting so he was properly kneeling before her, and leaned in to begin kissing her intimate places.
Elizabeth arched her back to meet his touches more, her eyes fluttering closed and a soft moan escaping her. She could remember (when she was able to think) a time where she was much quieter, much less responsive, in bed. Yet with him she could not help herself. She had to express how he made her feel, and the way he touched her was enough to drive any girl wild with pleasure. She could chalk it up to that when she was thinking about it, even though she knew that it was more than that to a huge degree. Her hips rolled as he started to kiss at her and her fingers moved to his shoulders, clenching against him, trying to ensure that he did not move away from touching her.
Evan wasn’t going to move away, not until he’d heard her and seen her come apart because of his ministrations. He liked the way she reacted, and the way she felt. If he moved his hand like this, on her skin, would that make her squirm more? If he moved his tongue against her like that, would he get her to gasp for breath? He enjoyed that she let him try things, touch her, and enjoy her body. That she didn’t hide from him.
She had no more desire to hide from him than he had to hide from her. They matched well and she knew it as well as he did. It was a positive thing, she knew, and she wanted to show him. He made her feel things that she rarely did and she gladly displayed that for him. A loud gasp escaped her as he continued to touch her, explore her body, and she arched more readily to him, needing (and almost demanding) more contact.
Evan couldn’t admit he needed her, didn’t admit it, but neither would he contemplate giving up what they had. But she equalled him in ways he had not had before with even his friends. Their discussion over lunch had allayed at least some of his deep seated fears of losing her. His inability to admit the depth of his attachment to her enabled him to deny the rest. Although he couldn’t admit it, he showed it in his desire to please her and his need to touch her. Merlin he loved touching her.
Elizabeth continued to move against his touch, soft whimpers passing her lips as her eyes fluttered closed with the pleasure of what he was able to do to her. Her fingers gripped harder at his shoulders and she attempted to pull his body closer to hers, though how possible that was was hard to tell. Merlin though, she wanted him more and more every time she saw him, and she did not think it was possible for him to be close enough, to touch her enough to satiate the need (addiction?) for him she had developed.
Evan smirked (or was it grinned?) as he licked and stroked at her, her sounds, the way she shifted her body, Merlin she was good. She felt good. He wanted her to feel good, before really joining her on the bed. They had all afternoon, but he wanted dessert after their lunch - her. And he wanted to start off her afternoon the right way too.
Elizabeth moved her body against him faster, moaning and gasping loudly- she knew that he liked hearing her, and it was not like anyone would hear them in another room, there were good charms on each room, she was sure. Her hands clutched him harder, pulling him close and arching against him. “Merlin….more, please…!”
Greedy. He added his fingers, trying to please her. He needed to prove he could give her what she wanted - what she needed in this moment. Merlin he wanted to. They had all night, but at the moment, it felt to him like they only had this night together. He had visions of spells to use with her… when his mouth was free to cast charms after all.
Elizabeth pushed up against his hand, biting her lower lip hard and growling softly. His touch was amazing, really and truly amazing, and she could not get enough of it. Knowing how he would respond to her words, her movements, was enough to push her to moan even more loudly, her eyes closing for a moment as she took in all the pleasure he was giving her, prodding her closer and closer to shattering.
He could hear her building towards her (first) climax, and redoubled his efforts, changing directions with his tongue, pushing deeper with his fingers. He would tease her more later, draw out the moment,delay her release, but not to start with.
She rocked up faster against him and let out a tiny shriek of pleasure as her body shook with the attention it had been given. She was grateful that he was not teasing her just yet, and she shuddered slightly, her body trying to come down from the climax. One hand moved to his shoulder and she looked down at him finally, letting out a soft purr as she touched him.
He was smiling as he leaned back on his heels, and placed a damp kiss to her inner thigh. Merlin that was beautiful. She was beautiful. He murmured the word, the compliment, “Beautiful.” Really he wasn’t feeling articulate beyond that one word. He shifted so he could remove any last clothing bits that they’d distracted from before, and settled on the bed next to her. “Suppose we didn’t need a bed for that specifically…”
She grinned slightly at him and reached down to stroke his cheek before allowing him to remove the last of her clothing from her body. Her eyes travelled over his body as he lay by her side and she softly started to trace down his chest with one finger. She leaned in and brushed her lips over his, shaking her head. “We will use the bed to its fullest now, I think. No need to waste the comforts we’ve been offered…”
“Carpeting was more comfortable than the tile in the bathroom,” Evan admitted, his own hand travelling gently along her skin. She was close enough to touch her, so he was going to, though he made sure not to get in the way of her touching him. He liked the feel of her fingers along his chest and her lips on his.
“I think we’ll be much more comfortable here rather than someplace else.” Elizabeth grinned slightly and leaned to playfully flick her tongue over his earlobe. She did enjoy being close to him, able to touch him and trace along his skin without the worry of someone walking in to disturb them.
“It is becoming increasingly tiresome, to constantly have to seek out less than ideal locations.” Evan was, if he allowed himself, looking forward to Elizabeth’s apartment. He stroked along her arm softly, needing to touch her still.
She nodded a bit and leaned over to softly kiss his neck, teasingly nipping at him afterward. It was fun, playing around with different touches, gentle and rough, so the bite was a little harder than normal, letting him know that she was willing to get a little rough if he wanted to.
Evan didn’t mind when she got a little rough. He liked holding her down, fighting her for dominance and not having to be too careful about how he touched her or moved with her. It didn’t however prevent him from making a slight noise at the bite. “Is that the way of it?” He asked, a teasing quality to his tone. “I get you off, and you would bite me…”
Elizabeth laughed softly and moved her hand to stroke over his erection, a wicked look flashing in her eyes. “It seems like you don’t disapprove, lover, but if you want me to stop…” She took her hand from him and shifted to kiss him ‘chastely’ on his cheek, forcing as much innocence into her look as she could.
Evan was not fooled for a moment by her innocence. Nor was he by her teasing of him - her teasing touch on his erection, followed by the chaste kiss. He was confident that, eventually he would get off. “I do not disapprove, Siren, if that is your inclination. I was merely musing.”
She grinned slightly and slipped down his body, trailing kisses and licks down his chest and to his stomach, where she paused and looked back up to him. “So, then. You have me free of conditions all week. What sort of things shall we do?” This said still in a teasing tone, obviously she knew the answer, but it was fun to play.
Evan held his breath briefly as she moved down his chest and stomach, unconsciously flexing the muscles she was moving over. “I picked the first thing we did… I can pick again, if you wish, but I imagine it is your turn to decide if you are so inspired.”
Elizabeth smirked and trailed her fingers over his stomach, down to his hip and over the bone lightly. Her eyes moved to his face, watching for his reaction, and a genuine grin curved her lips as she kissed along the path her fingers had moved. She wanted to tease him, to draw things out, though at the same time she wanted to drive him crazy with pleasure, so she was torn on what she was going to do.
Evan held his breath softly as she moved her lips along his skin. It had been a while since they had taken the time to tease each other and draw out the moment. He was curious what she would elect to do; he briefly debated if he should take over and decide for them what they were going to do, but Elizabeth’s teeth… no, he wanted to let her have the lead at the moment.
Elizabeth moved her hand to cup his erection, stroking it twice before slipping her fingers back along his hipbone, a wicked flash in her eyes. She knew exactly what he wanted, and she would be delivering eventually, but right now she was having her fun in other ways. She trailed kisses down his stomach, just skirting his erection, licking and kissing all around it, but not directly touching yet.
Evan’s breath came in short bursts as he tried not to react dramatically. Even the kisses on her stomach caused the blood to pulse in the erection she was currently avoiding. “Siren,” he acknowledged her effect on him. He knew his words would confirm to her that she had the control she wanted - that he was under her spell, but he was willing to admit it when they were alone together, naked, and her hands and mouth were on him.
“So I’m luring you to your death?” A wicked smirk and she flicked her tongue over his erection now, just once before looking up at him again. Obviously that was not the case, just pleasure, but it was fun to tease him and she enjoyed it. “Maybe I’m just looking to drive you mad?” Another lick was delivered to his erection before she took him deep into her mouth, her hand stroking his hip as she did so.
“I imagine you succeed.” He willingly gave up rationality when they were intimate together. And she made it difficult to do more than react as she licked at him. His breaths became noticeably shorter, and he stopped breathing entirely for a moment (releasing it in a short moan) as she took him into her mouth. He gave up trying to talk for the moment, focusing on breathing instead, and the feel of what she was doing to him.
A pleased look crossed her face when he responded to her touch, though she did not stop what she was doing. Instead, she used his hip to pull him deeper still into her mouth, her eyes closing for a moment as she focused on him. She knew what he enjoyed by this point, after all, and she was bent on delivering it to him, making him come just as he had for her. They both had the skills to drive each other mad with pleasure, after all, and she had no intention of not giving him that.
Merlin she had skills, and knew exactly how to bring him pleasure. His breath came in staggered breaths as he responded to her. Having lost his virginity at Hogwarts, the need to keep quiet was too ingrained in him to make much noise, but Elizabeth pulled more sounds from him than he’d ever made before, wrecking his breathing with just a single touch of her mouth, and she’d barely started. Merlin.
Her hands pulled him deeper into her mouth and she hummed softly, knowing it would cause vibrations against his erection. She was very much fascinated by the noises she could draw from him, and wanting to get more was pushing her forward, her eyes re-opening as her nails scratched along his thighs and arse playfully- not hard, just enough to add a tiny hint of pain to the pleasure.
Evan wouldn’t have minded had she actually scratched hard enough to break skin. Instead, he tangled his hands into her hair, needing to touch her, but not wanting to dissuade her from her purpose. He liked the feel of her hair in his hands, though at the moment he wasn’t reveling in her silken locks, but using it so he had a way to hold her, and something to hold onto. “Salazar, Elizabeth,” he hissed as she simultaneously took him still deeper and added additional sensations to her ministrations. “Bloody Merlin,” he added a moment later, his voice soft but rasping like her nails on his skin.
Elizabeth hummed again softly, pleased by his touch of her hair. He fascinated her, deeply and thoroughly, and she wanted to ensure that he was aware of that. A slightly harder scratch was given and she pulled him up into her, allowing him to move against her though controlling the movement slightly just to draw things out.
Evan readily shifted, his hips jerking of their own accord, though not so forcefully as to break Elizabeth’s hold on him, or really challenge her control. He relaxed slightly knowing he could move in response to her attentions, though what she was doing to him ensured he remained tense in other ways. He closed his eyes briefly, briefly overwhelmed, then he shifted her hair in his hands to ensure he could see her face - and watch what she was doing to him. Merlin, what she did to him…
She increased her efforts, wanting to make him come. Her eyes closed again and she focused solely on giving him pleasure and showing him how much she enjoyed his body. Touching him was addictive and she found herself not wanting to stop. It was enthralling, the way he reacted to her, and she wanted to see what more she could do to him.
It was too much, what she did to him. He could feel it building, his hips shifted more, straining to get closer to her. His hands tightened in her hair unconsciously. “Elizabeth…” the name a warning, that she had succeeded in her mission. Had she not robbed him of his rationality already he would have realized the warning was unnecessary but at this point, it was an ingrained habit. He collapsed back oto the bed, his eyes closing for a moment in the immediate aftermath of his release.
Elizabeth crawled back up his body, trailing small kisses as she did so along every bit of his exposed flesh she encountered. She was obviously pleased with herself as she reached a place where she could press herself against him, and she again softly nipped at his earlobe, molding her form against his and wrapping her arms around him tightly.
Evan opened his eyes again as she began moving, wrapping his arms around her as soon as she was close enough. It wasn’t close enough, and after she nipped at him, he sought to pull her on top of him. Once she was settled across him, his hands returned to roving over her skin, though he paused in that long enough to pull her mouth to his.
She kissed him deeply as he settled her on top of him, savoring the feel of his body pressed against hers and the taste of his lips. Her eyes drifted closed and she trailed one hand down his side to his hip, stroking over it lightly. She wanted to be touching him all over, it felt right when she was doing that, and she knew he enjoyed it as well.
For once, there was no rush. They could linger over the aftermath of their first interaction, and for once, did not have to contemplate an impending parting. Evan could enjoy her naked body against his without needing to hurry to the next phase, though being close to Elizabeth as he was, as beautiful and naked as she was against him, it would not be that long before he was ready for whatever they got up to. At the moment, he was enjoying the feeling of her on top of him.