beater_cat (beater_cat) wrote in noctemrp, @ 2012-10-26 01:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: apollonia drane, character: bryan ryan, character: rosabella meru, location: room of requirement, log: complete |
Who: Lonnie, Bryan, Bella
Where: Room of Requirement as Choir Room
When: 10.26 - Late Evening
What: Lonnie and Bryan sing. Bella spies
Warnings: Sexual relationship between a minor (16) and a professor
Lonnie sat at the piano, flipping through the song book until she stopped at “As Long As You’re Mine.” Soon Bryan would be there and then she could practice. She had blushed even as she’d asked this of him after class. She really needed a partner to help her and he was the only one she wanted to duet with. As she waited she warmed up her voice. “Do ra me fa so la ti do.” She sang it from habit, her smile growing as her fingers danced over piano keys. “Do ti la so fa me ra do.”
Bryan entered the Room, trying to focus his mind so that any number of random things didn’t appear at his whim. He just stood there for a moment, listening to Lonnie run scales. It felt like he shouldn’t be there, as if he was intruding on something intimate, almost domestic. Still, he had been asked to come. .
“I didn’t know you could play piano,” he said, when there was a break in her warm up. He placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing gently at the knots that he found there.
Lonnie looked up with bright, adoring eyes and smiled her winning smile. “My grandmother taught me.” The smile faltered something and Lonnie’s hand went to a necklace that wasn’t around her neck. She still felt the weight of a rosary long gone. “One of the few nice things she taught me.”
Tilting her head back farther, invitingly, she let her smile return. “So have you sung this song before?” She gestured to the sheet music.
Bryan leaned over, his fingers curling around the sheet music and picking up from its place on the piano. He flipped through, making a few mental notes. It was a good song, but more than that, it had always made him think of sex. It wasn’t just the lyrics; from the first note, the song felt like fucking set to music.
“Only in the shower,” he replied. “My musical career was pretty much done by the time this show came out.”
Lonnie watched him, fixated. Those fingers. Those eyes. That voice. She chuckled a little. “You sing in the shower? I shouldn’t find that so adorable but I do.” Lonnie wondered if that was too much. It was possible she was sure. It was becoming harder to censor herself around him.
Scooting over to make room for him on the bench, she patted the spot next to her. “Would you like a moment to warm up?”
Bryan expertly raised an eyebrow, as he sat down beside Lonnie on the piano bench. Adorable? There were a lot of words used to describe him, either to his face or behind his back, but adorable wasn’t often one of them. At least, not since he had turned twenty-two.
“I suppose this is the part where I’m supposed to set a good example and warm up my voice?” he smirked, as he set the music back up in its place. He knew that Schuester tried to brand it into the kids every year, and he almost wanted to go straight into the song, just to screw the other Professor over.
“Since it’s the only good example I tend to set, I guess I will.”
Bryan started out in his lower register, warming himself up with more of a hum, than with actual singing. Even though it had been years since he had sung everyday, it came back to him almost right away. Through the whole thing, he let his hand caress along Lonnie’s thigh, keeping them bound together.
There has never been a time when Lonnie wasn’t impressed by Bryan Ryan. Listening to him warm up Lonnie was reminded that he had more talent than she knew. His hand on her thigh sent warmth shooting through her whole body. With each note Lonnie kept her gaze on him, falling deeper and deeper into him.
Lonnie moved closer to him so that their thighs pressed closer together. She licked her lips and waited until he appeared to be finished. They were going to sound great together and she knew it. “Shall we begin then?” She asked in a breathy voice.
Bryan smiled at the tone to Lonnie’s voice. He could hear the need in it, and it made him want to give her what she needed.
“So, are you going to play the piano, or spell it, little girl?” he asked. “We can always work on staging.”
It would be safer to play. She’d be less likely to let herself stray if she sat with her ivory keys. Instead she smiled. “Staging.” She stood up, fingers trailing along her shoulders as she walked behind him. She flicked her wand and her dress changed. Now she wore a knee length black dress, the kind she’d wear if she was playing Elphaba. She turned and smiled at him.
“I assume you know the play up to this point, yes?”
Bryan made a small sound of appreciation, when he saw the change to Lonnie’s outfit. It would take every ounce of acting talent she had, to try and convince an audience that she was anything but drop dead gorgeous. But if anyone had the talent it would be her.
“I know it,” he replied, his voice starting to go a bit huskier than he would like, since he was just about to sing. He shook it off, waiting for those first notes from the piano, and keeping his eyes firmly on Lonnie.
Bryan’s voice sent a shiver along her spine. She kept her eyes on him but as the opening notes played, everything about her changed. Lonnie became a shy, but eager girl who didn’t have any experience with love or sex because no one had seen her beauty before. Her eyes were alight with something even she probably couldn’t name. Slowly she took steps towards him, as if she was a scared animal ready to flee if things went out of hand.
“Kiss me too fiercely, hold me too tight. I need help believing you’re with me tonight.” Her voice started off full but shy. With each line she allowed herself to be closer to him until, with a shaking hand but sure eyes, she reached out to touch his cheek. Her voice rose now, a smile gracing her features. “Just for this moment. As long as you’re mine. I’ve lost all resistance and crossed some borderline. And if it turns out it’s over too fast I’ll make every last moment last. As long as you’re mine.”
There it was... that rich thrumming, that sent sparks through Bryan’s body. Always, with this song. But it went to an entirely new place, when he saw the change in Lonnie, the fragility making its way to the surface. Her voice was perfect for the role, for the song, and he almost got lost in it, until he touched him. His own hand came up, covering her own. It was almost scary, how close Bryan was to Fiyero, the same cocky bravado, brought to its knees by someone so unexpected. His fingers curled around Lonnie’s, forcing her hand back down to her side, and he took a step back.
“Maybe I’m brainless, maybe I’m wise, but you’ve got me seeing through different eyes.”
He nearly panicked at the words, needing the space just as much as Fiyero did. It had slowly started to occur to Bryan, over the past month, just how much he felt for Lonnie, and it scared the hell out of him. It scared him, and somehow made him more excited than he had ever been.
“Somehow I’ve fallen under your spell, and somehow I’m feeling, it’s up that I fell.”
He slowly started to circle her, not ready to ask her for more just yet. It was painfully new, and it needed another moment.
Lonnie’s eyes sought answers in his as he sang. What am I to you she wanted to ask. Was she just someone to keep his bed warm? Did he feel what she felt, this constant pull as if they belonged together? Now their voices joined together and Lonnie turned toward him even as he circled her. He was her sun, pulling her deeper into gravity. Once she had sworn never to feel anything this big. And oh was this big, bigger than her by leaps and bounds. How had she let this happen? Oh god, please don’t let it stop.
“Every moment as long as you’re mine I’ll wake up my body and make up for lost time.” Their voices joined in perfect harmony. She wanted to reach out, to stop his pacing, but she wouldn’t let herself. Instead she just looked at him with eyes speaking galaxies of desire and something even more frightening.
Bella knew she really didn’t need help in Defense Against the Dark Arts but there was something about the spell they were in class that was eluding her and it was driving the Ravenclaw nut. So with wand and books in hand she went off to find Professor Ryan. She soon found out he wasn’t in his classroom or office so she had to find him. About 15 minutes into her search Bella walked by the room of requirement door only to pause when she heard a piano being played and singing. Knowing she shouldn’t snoop but wanted to know who was performing Bella moved closer to the slightly open door.
Her eyes went wide when she spotted Lonnie Drane and Professor Ryan inside. She knew Lonnie was head of the Musical Theater club so that explained why she was singing but she hadn’t known Professor Ryan to be so talented. Bella stayed where she was spying on the couple who was a lot closer than they really should be but Bella didn’t want to assume something was going on. They could be acting after all.
Bryan stopped, stepped in front of Lonnie and put his hands on her shoulders. The small amount of space grounded him for a split second.
“Say there’s no future, for us as a pair,” he sang clearly, knowing the truth of it. They were hopeless, a teacher and a student, his student. Practically, the only future with her would be jail or unemployment.
“And though I may know, I don’t care,” Bryan smiled, owning the words that they sang together. His hands moved down, caressing over Lonnie’s body and wrapping gently around her waist. He wanted to kiss her, but the song kept on with its persistent pace.
Lonnie melted into his arms, her own coming over his shoulders. She took a step closer so that their bodies were flush together. She had to stand on tiptoes but it was worth it to be closer to those tempting lips.
“Just for this moment as long as you’re mine come be how you want to and see how bright we shine.” Lonnie kept her eyes open. She didn’t want to look away from him. With him, she could be how she truly was. There was no hiding, no expectations. It was him and it was her. And it was magic. Lonnie felt like her skin might actually start glowing. She was in love with him. The thought, terrifying as it was, brought another shy, tempting smile to her lips.
Bella’s eyes went wider as Bryan and Lonnie a whole lot closer than a student and teacher should get, even if they were acting. It was inappropriate and utterly wrong. She stayed where she was though unable to look away from the pair as they continued to sing and get into each other’s personal bubble.
"Borrow the moonlight, until it is through, and know I'll be here holding you. As long as you're mine."
The song finally gave them a break in the lyrics, though the music continued to swell around them. Bryan pulled Lonnie against him, gently lowering them both to the ground. His body seemed to cover hers, his hands traveling over every inch of skin. The song had reminded him of how fleeting this all could be, and he suddenly needed her in a way that frightened him.
It was easy to follow Bryan down. Lonnie had always found it easy to go wherever he told her. Her fingers slid up the back of his shirt onto bare, hot skin. Her legs wrapped around his waist. “Bryan,” She said his name like a prayer.
Then she kissed him. She opened herself to him. This might not last forever, this thing they had. But if it wouldn’t last then all the more reason to grab it now. So Lonnie kissed him and pulled him closer and swallowed up her I Love Yous with her lips and tongue.
Bella’s mouth dropped open and it felt like the world had gone crazy when she saw Bryan lead them to the floor where his body practically covered Lonnie’s and then Lonnie kissed Bryan. Then everything clicked for Bella. Bryan was the person Lonnie cheated on Michael with. A teacher. Oh wow. Unable to turn away even though she knew she should Bella continued to watch.
Bryan undid the back strap of Lonnie’s dress, as the last few notes of music faded into the background. Now the only sound in the room was the quick double-time of their breath, and the sound of fabric on fabric as he pulled down her top, baring her breasts.
“Fuck, little girl,” he groaned, skimming his thumb over her hardening nipple. The rest of Lonnie’s little black dress was rucked up over her hips, leaving only a few thin layers of fabric between them.
“Need you,” he panted, against her lips, thrusting against her, as though they were already joined together.
Lonnie gasped when his hand teased her nipple, which was already hard. She could feel herself grow wetter by the second. And when he thrust, as if they were already fucking, as if he was already claiming her, she moaned.
“You, too. Need you, too.” Lonnie’s hands moved to work his belt and zipper down. They were not going to get clothes off this time, she already knew that. Her fingers wrapped around him and she jerked him a few times.
“Take me,” she begged, pulling him close with her hips. “Take me, Bryan. Make me yours. Please.” She kissed him again before more words, stronger words could fall from her lips.
Bella went a deep red at the sight of Lonnie’s breasts and she wasn’t quick enough to look away so she got a view of Bryan’s member as well. Letting out a soft noise Bella looked away, beet red, and decided it was time she stop watching and walk away. Which she did at a fast jog as she tried not to think of what she saw but comprehend that a teacher was obviously sleeping with a student.
Lonnie didn’t have to ask more than once. Bryan was hard, she was wet, and they both felt the overwhelming need to claim and be claimed, unaware that they had an audience. He slid his cock into her, knowing that it could be deep and hard, and Lonnie would beg for more. Only their kisses remained somewhat gentle, a taste of lips and tongue, heat and need. Bryan leaned his head against Lonnie’s shoulder, as he began to thrust in earnest, groaning against her warm skin. The situation was by no means romantic, the ground was hard, and they were both still almost completely clothed, but they were joined, and that was all that mattered, just for that moment.
It was more animalistic than romantic but Lonnie was ok with that. The song talked about one lover’s body waking up for the others and that was certainly happening now. Lonnie tilted her head back as pressed his head to her shoulder. Her hips came up to meet his every thrust. Streams of words left her mouth without her brain’s consent. She knew only that filthy, begging words didn’t seem to want to start coming.
Lonnie’s fingers dug bruises into his shoulders. “Bryan, Bryan, yes fuck god there love it love it love yo--” She only just kept herself from those words, choosing instead to moan louder.
As Lonnie’s stream of consciousness flooded into his ears, Bryan’s movements changed slightly. The need to be inside her satiated for a time, he could focus now on the pleasure they found in each other. His hips circled with each thrust, grinding against Lonnie’s clit. It felt strange not to see everything, but he could sure as hell feel everything, including how drenched she was making him.
“So good, such a good girl,” he whispered against her skin. He couldn’t tell her the truth, that she wasn’t just a good girl, she was the best he had ever had, and the only one he had really ever cared about.
Something in Bryan’s words grounded her. She whimpered as he rocked and rubbed her clit. He was both the wings sending her flying up into the sky and also her anchor keeping her from going too far and those wings melting away in the sun. She kept her eyes on him.
“Your good girl,” she promised. Her lips moved to his ear, letting him hear each pant and gasp that fell from her lips. “Never been this desperate for anyone, anyone ever. I need it all the damn time. I fuck myself every night. I do it and I make sure to fuck myself exactly like you would fuck me.”
There was a strange honesty to Lonnie’s words, something that Bryan had never really heard from her before. Perhaps it was breaking up with the boyfriend. He knew he was a shit shoulder to cry on, but at least he could keep her satisfied and distracted.
“And how’s that?” he asked, still circling his hips, but now with sharper thrusts. “Deep and hard, on as many fingers as you can shove into yourself? Or do you tease, thumbing at your clit while you play with that sweet pink pussy?”
Lonnie squirmed under him and panted. “Both. Because--Because you can do all of it and just make me--” Lonnie moaned louder, fucking herself against him. Her body felt over-heated, as if someone had turned up the furnace inside her.
Her nails ran down his back. She always ended up coming sooner with him than she’d meant to. She held onto herself now, forcing her body to calm down. But it wouldn’t. It was all so much. “Bryan, fuck!”
Bryan knew he was going to nearly embarrass himself again, coming quicker than a teenage boy, but between the spasm of Lonnie’s pussy around him and the vivid picture of everything she described, he was gone. Nails digging into her shoulder, Bryan pulled Lonnie down hard on his cock, once, twice and then came inside her with a feral growl. With the worst of the heat gone, his head lolled down on her shoulder, as he caught his breath.
“Look at what you bring me to, little girl,” he huffed, with laughter in his voice. “Fucking on the hard ground, like an animal.” He pressed his teeth gently into the soft flesh of her shoulder.
Lonnie came seconds before he did, her mouth open in a cry of pure bliss. He always did this to her. How could he always manage to transform her into a pile of warm jelly? Her arms were still around his shoulders as she processed what he was saying. Then she chuckled and rubbed her cheek against his.
“Mmm I’m a wicked girl.” She grabbed some of his hair and pulled him up for a long, sloppy kiss. Then she pulled away with a content smile. “I don’t think they’ll let us stage that, though.”
Bryan shifted against Lonnie, trying to get them both to their feet. He may have cone like a teenage boy, but his mid-thirties muscles would be feeling it all the next day.
"Shame," he said, shaking his head. "I think we would get record breaking audience numbers."
“Sold out shows every night,” Lonnie agreed. She looked into his eyes as they stood on slightly shaky legs. This had been intense, though most of their time together was. She wanted to go back to his room and stay there but there was no way she could ask for that.
Instead she stood on tiptoes for another kiss. “I suppose I should go do that essay a certain defense against the dark arts teacher assigned for me.”
Bryan’s hand cupped Lonnie’s ass, pulling her up into the kiss. It still amazed him sometimes, that she really wanted him, and that somehow he was able to keep up. He was old enough to be her father.
“What a bastard,” he laughed, pulling himself together. “I guess I’ll see you in class then, along with what I hope will be a spectacular essay.”
Lonnie laughed too, smoothing out her dress and trying to fix her hair a little bit. “I always give you my best work, in and out of class.” She gave him one last kiss and then pulled away to look at him through half lidded eyes. “Until class, Fiyero.”
Bryan smirked. It was a far more appropriate name for him than Lonnie likely realized. Then again, she hadn’t known him in high school, or even been alive for that matter. He watched her step away.
“Until then, Elphaba.”