Who: Stan and Millicent What: Serious conversations and then smut When: Sunday evening, before Millicent's punishment Where: The room behind the armor Status||Rating: Complete || Didn't you catch the smut part?
Millicent had come to really enjoy the little room Stan had shown her not so many nights ago, not that she was spending every day there but it was a very nice change from the common room or her own dorm. She had been very good not to be to clingy after that night not wanting to come off like she was crazy or stalking him, or whatever men thought after something like that. But she did spend time with him, liking the time they had. </div>
Currently though she was sprawled out on the floor her potions book open while she was attempted to draw out a diagram of some rather sickly looking plant and label all the parts. Her tongue sticking out of one side of her mouth as she drew the lines as carefully as she could.
Stan was trying not to pace. He liked having Millicent here, and was trying to compare it to the times he'd spent here with Megan. Only he had very little to do but think and his thoughts weren't peaceful. "You heard what they've been talking about, yeah? In our dorm? That howl the other night?" He felt bad for interrupting her, but his nerves were up and he wasn't sure why.
"Little bit yeah, not much...I mean I heard it last night while I was in Professor Sinistra's office. But that was about it. I really wasn't listening much when I got back downstairs. Just kinda passed out..." Millicent sat up with a curious look on her face she had noticed the pacing but...didn't want to pry. She knew that he had his past from the war and just assumed that he was like that because of it.
"What's on your mind?"
His body wouldn't settle. His mind wouldn't settle. There was something there and it kept niggling at him. "Everyone is saying it's a werewolf. I don't know, the professors haven't said anything and I'm not going to ask Sinistra. But that's what everyone is saying." He sat down hard on the bed, staring down at her past his stretched legs. "Like we didn't have enough to worry about with effing Bole."
Her eyes followed him as he sat a frown forming on her face when she mentioned the word werewolf. Her parents had flipped when they found out that an old Professor one year turned out to be one. Not that she really cared, he had been a rather decent Professor but this seemed different. "A werewolf? But there have been rumors of those being in the forest for the longest time. I just thought they never came close to the castle..."
Pushing her hair from her face she let out a little sigh. "Werewolves are still human half the time...so they are only threats during the span of the full moon."
Stan rocked forward just slightly on the bed, still tense. "I guess. I mean, you're right, it's only an issue at night during the full moon. We can defend against that. But-" He was being stupid, he supposed. There was no good reason to be this worried. "Maybe it's just the way that people are talking about it. Like-" He stumbled for words. "They act like it's even worse than Bole."
He wanted to get down on the floor and cuddle against her, but he was pretty sure that wasn't in their relationship. He settled for gripping his knees a little harder. "No reason to worry, right?"
"I dunno if it gets worse then Bole right now." She made the comment with a little shake of her head, but she moved closer to him leaning against the bed so that she could lean back her head and look up at him. Her face had a concerned look as she was mulling over to say next. "However, you seemed worried...but I don't know why. You know you can tell me anything right?"
A few choice other things spilled into her brain like she wasn't going to runaway screaming and the like, but she bit back those comments. Cause she didn't want him to worry she was still gunning for Megan Jones.
Reaching down, Stan played with Millicent's hair, grateful for the physical anchor. "You're right. And I don't know why I'm so worried." At a tension in her posture, he slid down off the bed and sat beside her so their shoulders touched. "No, really, I don't know. Ever since I heard that, I've been-" He splayed his hands, unable to express what he'd been like. He laughed weakly. "Maybe it's the time of the month?"
"Now that I highly doubt." She gave a little sideways smirk. "Mostly cause I know for a fact you don't have the right bits, unless you've been taking a polyjuice potion this entire time."
Resting her head on his shoulder she let a little sigh pass thru her lips, it was nice having someone to lean on. Being physical with others in her House was never something that really happened, but it was something Millicent liked. "I just want to make sure you are okay, I am not gonna pry but you already told me about the War...and if its got something to do with that..." She let the rest hang there...not sure what to say with out saying too much.
Stan swept his face and hair with the hand opposite Millicent. He leaned his head back against the bed. "Sorry, I'm being sorta damaged again, aren't I? I dunno. I don't see how this can have to do with the war. I don't remember much of it." He distantly thought that he'd have to tell her about the dream with Kevin sometime. "But I think I've mostly gotten over that." He smiled wryly. "I mean, as much as anyone gets over that kind of thing."
He leaned into her a little more heavily. "It's probably just nerves about Bole. I wish we could get the damned Polyjuice and just get out there. The waiting is awful."
"I know, me too...hopefully we should be able to soon. I mean if you know rumors about a werewolf aren't true and doesn't send everyone but you and I screaming for the hills." She let a little laugh out, though she was serious about people running at that rumor. Part of her wanted to, werewolfs wheren't the best things to tangle with. Not that Death Eaters where any lower on that 'don't screw with list'.
"And it's okay if your being damaged. I don't mind it...we all are kind of damaged in our own ways..." There was a little shrug. "..even me."
"Don't suppose... it ain't going to be Bole, right? That wolf?" He supposed that would explain his anxiety, if Bole had become even more dangerous. But deep down, he didn't believe it.
It was strange to think of Millicent as 'damaged.' She wasn't perfect, of course, but she was... reliable. Solid. A bit of a touchstone in Stan's world. He wondered if he should ask. Instead, he reached down and found her hand, running his fingers along it. "Hey."
That made her smile turning her hand a little so she could do the same though she kept her eyes on him. "Hey." It was all she said for a moment, it wasn't that she didn't want to say more. She just really didn't want to break the how simple and really nice things where. But a thought crossed her mind.
"If Bole is the wolf...I might run screaming for the hills. I think that is the last thing we need."
Her fingers against his skin tickled. It was odd, but not unpleasant. A little snort of laughter escaped him, and he turned his face to her before she could ask. "If there were a place we could go, I might go with you at that. The idea is right terrifying. But..." Stan shrugged a little. "I don't know it's that likely. It seems like the kind of thing he'd gloat about, don't it?"
"Stan, you are a genius sometimes you know that?" She grinned and kissed his cheek before making a move for her bag. After a moment of rummaging thru scrolls and books she pulled out her journal. Her's had seen better days but it looked like it had once been very nice bound with leather and even her name on it. Settling it in her lap she started to page thru it. "He always says something here...its his only way of taunting us..."
Stan leaned over her shoulder, out of sight. He was pleased if embarrassed at being called a "genius," since it was pretty widely agreed that he was the exact opposite. Hell, that had been thrown in his face more than a few times since he'd gotten stuck here.
He didn't see Bole's name on the pages of the book. He did see something off, though. "Eh. " He reached over, pointing at an unfamiliar entry. "Who's that then?"
Stopping on the entry in question she started to read, apperantly who ever it was got into a bit of a row with one of the Patil twins. Her eyes scanned over the unhexed and very open to the world converstion. The whole time she read a frown growing on her face this didn't look good one bit. She didn't know who it was but just reading what he wrote made her feel very uncomfortable. "I don't know, but he's bloody creepy...with the way he's talking to Patil. I think...he might be our wolf."
While Stan could scan decently well for something out of place, he was still a much slower reader than Millicent. He was barely a third of the ways through, trying to work out something about manners, when Millicent spoke again. He left off the journal and looked over at her. "You think one of the wolves in the Forbidden Forest has got itself a journal? What, nicked it from a student?" He looked at the name on the page again. "Fenrir," he said, slowly, his head aching. "Founders, that's familiar."
"They would have to get in seeming we have all been cooped up inside since the mist..." She bit her lip while thinking. "Though with everyone going outside these last few days maybe."
The name sadly didn't register in Millicent's mind though she was trying quite a bit to see if it would. But she couldn't find anything so she attempted to help Stan maybe figure it out. "Maybe someone you went to school with? Or crossed paths with in a pub?"
Now that Millicent mentioned it, the timing did seem odd. Just as the mist goes away, this guy shows up? "Maybe that's it? Maybe with everyone outside, he's..." Stan wasn't sure. Something to do with students and journals and timing. "He was lured over maybe? By picnic food and happy people? I don't know. Maybe he's interested in us?" His head hurt. Maybe he was coming down with something. Maybe that's why he was so edgy. "And he took the journal? Only then it wouldn't have his own name, would it?" He sighed. "I'm missing something, ain't I?" Genius or not, he usually was.
Stan pressed his head further back against the bed, trying to make it a little better. "I don't know. Probably imagining it."
"This guy sounds like his idea of a picnic is people." Millicent gave a little shiver at how horrid that sounded. "He makes mention to Lavender Brown, the girl Bole killed. Ugh, who ever he is...he's a freak. The last werewolf here at least was unassuming."
Millicent rolled her eyes mirroring what Stan had done she felt sick to her stomach from reading the conversation, which kept her from putting in her own two cents. "Maybe this row with Patil will cause someone to say something later?"
He hadn't read far enough to catch any of that, but he'd have to read the journal more carefully later. If the guy was as creepy as Millicent made him sound, maybe this wasn't the first time he'd written. No doubt people would talk, but he wasn't exactly high up in the food chain in their dormitory. He'd hear bits and pieces.
Something she said startled him though. "I forgot about that other guy. A professor, weren't there?" Stan had already been a working man by the time that rumor started floating around, but it was a bit memorable. "What ever happened to the bloke? Maybe we could write him? Get some advice?"
Millicent frowned and hung her head a little before she shook it while she didn't know how it happened, she knew it did she had seen the grave when she went out to visit others. "Can't...not unless you know how to talk to the dead. He was one of the one's killed during the battle here. Buried out in the graveyard."
It reminded her she needed to get back out there and visit Crabbe's grave soon now that the mist had gone away and before they went up against Bole. It had been months since she had done so and she felt bad that it took her this long to remember.
"Oh." Stan had never met the guy, didn't even know his name, but it was clearly another weight on Millicent. He wondered guiltily if she had anything to do with the man's death. He would never ever ask. "I'm sorry," he said, meaning it.
"But, like you said, this Fenrir guy is only dangerous a few nights a month." He linked their fingers on the close hand, solidifying the connection. "We'll be careful. It'll be alright." He wished it sounded more like a declaration and less like a question.
"It's alright, I only had him in class for a while. He was kinda nice..." She said, but she ment it. Millicent hadn't cared that he had been a werewolf what so ever. Not that she could say that now to him. But when Stan took her hand she looked at him and gave a little smile. "Yeah you're right...we will be. Plus for all we know him and Bole could always just take one another out. I doubt that forest is big enough for two weirdos."
A little soft laugh bubbled up from her as she sat just a little closer, the fact that he was there making her feel better.
He laughed with her. It was a nice thought. "That can be our new plan if we can't get the polyjuice," he assured her. "We'll give Bole a silver dagger and the wolf..." He shrugged. "... a picture of Bole with a recommendation for the tenderness of his flesh?" As silly as the thought was, it felt good to say. He leaned over enough to kiss the crown of her head. He couldn't give Millicent a poem he'd already given Meg, but he could think it inside his own head. Alive together with you.
She laughed at the thought of the two tearing one apart, it wasn't violent in her head more of a silly fight cause it was a good but rather silly idea. When he kissed her head she rested against him a little more. Their relationship was strange, its not like they where an item...at least Millicent wasn't calling it that. He had just broken up with his other girlfriend and she was afraid he might not want to really make anything offical, but whatever they did have it was good.
"Though I swear, when we get out of here...I am going to avoid staying in one place for too long for a while. Not be bothered by people who are going to want to know everything that went on here. You know there are going to be people clamoring for the story of how we survived with the virus and everything else."
He reflexively tightened his grip in surprise. No, it wasn't that he hadn't known. It was that he hadn't even thought about it. Not even a little. He'd thought about his job, now lost. He'd thought about his apartment, now lost. He thought about his dream with Megan, which now seemed distant and impossible. He'd even considered what it might be like to not see the same people day in and day out, both the good and the bad of it. But he'd never considered that others might want to know any of this. He didn't exactly want to know any of this.
"Maybe... maybe if it was somewhere far off?" he suggested. Merlin, he couldn't start making wild plans, not again. "Somewhere big where it's hard to find people?" No one much had bothered him in London. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. Maybe they were just borrowing trouble. Or maybe not.
"Yeah, that is what I was thinking." She nodded a little, moving just a bit so she could strech out more on the floor and resting her head on his leg. "Or doing something really wild like I dunno...just ignoring the wizard word compleatly and pretend to be a muggle for a while. I mean I only barely passed Muggle Studies...but I am sure I could wing it."
Looking up at Stan she gave him a silly little grin, it was a crazy idea but one she played with now and then since finding out the truth of her birth. Not that Stan knew this, but maybe one day she would tell him.
Live like a Muggle? It sounded pretty awful to him, really. Generally the best thing Stan could say about himself was that he was good with the magic. But... "Maybe for a little bit? I mean, it'd be roughing it, yeah? Like going camping? A... vacation?" Not that Stan knew much anything about the Muggle world either. Except for driving the bus all over the back of beyond, he didn't often leave the wizarding neighborhoods of London. Not except for the bus and the war, that was, and he wouldn't count that.
"I don't know, Millicent," he said, allowing himself the intimacy of her given name and stroking his hand through her hair, enjoying the way it tangled around his fingers. "I just want to start living again. Do you ever..." He breathed out. He didn't know how to say this. "Like this is separate? Like it's not...?" He brought around the other hand too, playing with the sleeve of her robe. He was being stupid. No, this was very real. She was very real. And maybe when they got out of here, life would just let them keep being real. He couldn't believe otherwise.
"Yeah something like a vacation, nothing to long. Just enough to forget about the world and for the world to forget about me." There was a small shrug as she thought about it. It wasn't set in stone just something she played with but it could be fun.
"What do you mean like what we do here is going to just be what happened under the bubble?" It sounded silly but she could tell that he wasn't really joking about it. Looking up again she smiled. "I hope it isn't, I kinda like what has happened here. It's not what I expected but I can't complain." Biting down on her lip a little though she couldn't help but ask. "What about you? Do you think that?"
"No!" he said first, automatic, and then, more truthfully. "No, I don't want to think that." He caressed the shoulder under the sleeve. "I want friendships I've made here to be as strong in the world outside as they are here." As few as they were, they were precious the more for it. Especially this one. "I just..." Another breath of frustration. "...You keep making me put this stuff into words." He smiled a little ruefully. They both knew he was pants with words.
"There was school. And then there was work. And then there was... you know, the war. And then there was work again. Then there was here. And..." He focused on the little curls that escaped from the main body of her hair, watching how the tendrils twined. "The good things don't always last," he admitted softly. She was a warm weight against his thigh. A good thing he hoped would last.
"Words are kinda important." She teased. "Unless I could read minds, but around here that would be dangerous."
She liked him playing with her hair and was very happily sated with it for now as she spoke. "No you're right they don't but some do. I think the world just has to change like seasons and sometimes things are lost but other things grow out of that. Like you can plant a seed but you don't know if you are gonna get a weed or a blossoming tree." Her head nuzzled back into his leg as she let out a comfy sigh. "Its frustrating to wait and see espically when you just want all the good now."
Stan hadn't been kidding when he said that words were difficult for him, but he was good with images, and Millicent had just given him one he could understand. A seed. This, what was between them, was a seed. You could move seeds if you got it right. His aunt, the one who only visited London now and then, she used to do that. She'd bring seeds with her. They were hairy little things, just starting to send out shoots and roots. She bring them in bags of dirt and then plant them in more dirt and most of the time she got them to start really growing proper-like before she left again. Sometimes they never made it: died on the way or something was wrong with the water, the light, the heat. But she'd proved to Stan that it could be done.
He leaned over and kissed Millicent on the head again, this time low on the forehead near the bridge of her nose. "You," he informed her "are magnificent."
She blinked a few times, this week had been full of compliments even if some of them where in a strange lecture kind of way from Sinistra. It was a little hard for Millicent to really believe it was happening but she wasn't about to start fighting people about it. Maybe she just had to give into what people thought, even if it wasn't what she was used to.
"I guess...I just tell it like I see it. People get to stuck at reading between the lines..."
But Stan was done with subtle words and confusion. Millicent made him think about hard things, scary things. She made him think about his past, and his present and his future and their present and future and all the things that had and could go wrong and right. And Stan was done for now, filled to the brim. He leaned forward again, placing kisses from that spot at the bridge of her nose down to the tip of it. The angle was awkward, but if he bent just right, he could reach her lips. "You've school work," he said softly, an apology and a question.
It was easier if she moved her head just right, which she did when he started with the kisses. A little grin when he reached her lips before she kissed him back. "Good thing Potions isn't until next Friday then..." She arched her body just slightly so that she was still lying in his lap but so that she could slowly move up and across it to sit in along in it properly. Millicent couldn't lie, she liked this bit...the talking and then when it led to more. It seemed so simple with nothing hanging on it to be anything more then just a simple and nice thing they did.
Her head on his thigh had been good, but her sitting in his lap was even better. He loved the solidity of her, the strength of her body and the reassurance of her. He bent his head to kiss at her neck, working his way down to her shoulder, pushing fabric away so he could reach skin. When the fabric wouldn't move any further, he moved a hand to the buttons of her blouse. Their first time, he had asked over and over for permission. Now he knew that she could say 'no' to anything she didn't like, but that she liked a great deal.
He undid buttons starting from the top, and with each button he undid, he could reach a bit more of her shoulder as the neckline widened and eventually outer robe and shirt slipped off the side of her shoulder. He rubbed his face against the revealed skin and ran a hand along her chest, just below the notch of her sternum, just barely brushing the tops of her breasts. Stan smiled into her skin.
There was a little giggle as she started undoing her blouse one hand playing in his hair while the other was fumbling for her wand in her robe. A charm sent towards the door so that any noise didn't get them caught was muttered as he continued making sure to concentrait a little so she wouldn't screw it up and have the whole castle hearing what went on. Then it was discarded near her books on the floor so that her hands could linger on playing in his hair and along his ears.
Millicent liked that since that first time he had gotten a little more, perhaps aggressive about things though not overly so, it was still very nice to just be on some same level with one another that it could just flow. She attempted to move a little more in his lap so she was straddling his legs doing her best not to break contact. Though she was understand more and more why Tracey was never without a skirt on, it always made this a lot easier.
When he looked over, he could see that Millicent had started helping with the clothes. That would make this a lot easier, even if there was something satisfying in undressing her. Like unwrapping gifts his mates used to say. He let the hand on her chest sink lower, down between her breasts, skating across her belly, and down to the junction of her thighs, which she was spread open, as though waiting for him to do this. He played with the fabric of her skirt for a moment, appreciating the slide of it against her thighs before inching it up and up, so he could see more of her. It caught a little under her legs, but he noticed how she moved with it, letting it move.
Stan realized that his lips and his other hand were stalled in his appreciation, and her let them smooth along any nearby skin- cheek, arm, rib. As her buttons came loose, he helped her pull away the clothing that blocked his hands, and he could reach yet more skin. Grand.
"You are like a child on Christmas..." She murmured softly before kissing him, deciding in that moment to even things up a little bit as her hands started making work of his robe. A little harder to do seeming his back was to the bed but she managed. Keeping her lips on his for quite some time while she did before moving down after a little nip to the lower one. Her fingers having started on his buttons at this point until something passed thru her brain and she gave a playful laugh.
Looking up at him a hint of something danced in her eyes before she bent her head down, and started to undo the buttons with her teeth. Each one undone she kissed the skin exposed looking up at him every so often just to see how he reacted.
This was new! Stan had only been too happy to help her undo his buttons, knowing that the sooner undone, the sooner they would have full skin-to-skin contact. But Millicent had surprised him with the teeth. He wriggled a little, happily, and made tiny grunts of pleasure each time he saw her pluck loose another button.
Once again, his hands had stilled and Stan let them renew their work as she continued disrobing him. He pulled her robe the rest of the way off her arms, letting it fall behind her and stroked one hand up and down her torso, lingering just slightly at the breasts so he could tease the nipple with the junctions of his fingers. Then he let both hands fall to her thighs, running the skirt up to the place where her thighs met.
And during all this, he did not look away from her sharp teeth at his chest.
She could only go so far as her body would allow her to bend and eventually had to come back up and finish with her fingers as her lips found the skin of his neck. Her body reacting to his hands by pushing closer to them where he touched wanting more even though she was more then happy to wait. Her hands needing something to do after getting things unbuttoned and pulled away from his body as best she could at that moment travled over his chest slowly letting her nails drag just a little bit. Listening to him while she did just resting against him with a smile on her lips that where buried in his neck.
Her hips moved slightly against his during this time, teasing just a little bit at things to certainly come later.
This kind of talking, the kind with their bodies, he was getting very good at. He liked reading the arch of her body pressing into his touch, and he responded in kind to the scrape of her nails. Stan didn't quite get why the nails thing was that hot, but it always got to him, wrenching a little moan of pleasure from him.
He started to move his body a little, preparing them to move either up to the bed or down to the floor. At the moment, Stan didn't even much care which as long as it got them horizontal. Millicent was a magnificent tease and wondered what she would do next. He wondered if he could get her to make those little squeaky sounds. The possibilities of sex were great!
Stan braced himself against the side of the bed and, holding onto Millicent's thighs with both hands, tried to stand up.
She felt him start to move and gave a small sound of surprise before moving her legs to help with the standing, Millicent wasn't the lightest of creatures so she was sure that Stan might have had a little trouble moving like that with her in his lap. While they moved she pulled his robe off the rest of the way so that it fell to the ground next to hers. The great part about this was each time she was slowly becoming more adventuerous with what she did wanting to figure the little things out for herself.
So when they got to standing it was her that had started to work at the buckle of his belt and pants, fumbling just a little as she worked at it.
He was laughing a little when they got to a standing position. That wasn't exactly what's he'd intended, but this worked too. And-hey- more nudity. That was good, right?
Slipping fingers under the side of her panties, Stan teased at that spot that often got hot little noises out of Millicent. She was beautiful like this, half-naked and aroused. And Stan had never liked his own gawky body so much until he learned all the wonderful things it would do with a woman. He used his other hand to wrap around the nape of her neck, pulling her in for another kiss, this one deeper and dirtier. He hummed against her lips and ran his tongue against the roof of her mouth. Closer.
His fingers had made her sigh just a little bit her eyes closing as she tried to keep her balance standing, which left her totally off guard for the kiss that came next. Sure she felt his hand along his neck but her brain was other places, so when he kissed her Millicent squeaked. It was diffrent from how sweet the other kisses always felt but she certainly wasn't going to complain. Infact after a moment she attempted to mirror it slightly as she kissed him back her hands forgetting what they had been doing with his pants and wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.
Part of him was disappointed that she had stopped, but part of him was feeling a little smug. There was something a little satisfying in totally breaking Millicent's concentration. And her first forays with her tongue were turning out pretty damned well too. He touched her tongue with his own, a sensation that had always felt odd when he had first learned about it, but now just felt hot and intimate. The hand below rubbed against her a little more beneath the cover of her panties. The legband was digging into his hand a little, but he thought it was sexy getting her off with some of her clothes still on, and it wasn't like she couldn't do a cleaning charm. Using the other fingers down there to play at her opening, Stan redoubled his efforts.
Millicent had to hold on to something with what his fingers where doing at this point, she felt like she wanted to fall but was quite sure that doing it would make her look foolish. So her hand curled into the shirt still hanging on his shoulders using it to brace herself. Even as they kissed she made muffled little noises as her cheeks started to burn a soft red.
Pulling away from the kiss for a second to catch her breath she muttered his name into his neck, it was the only thing that came to her mind at that moment. Even though she knew she wanted to say quite more.
She was close, he was pretty sure. One great thing about Millicent as a lover was that she was wonderfully uninhibited, which made it pretty clear what she wanted. Right now, she wanted him to keep going. With her face buried against his shoulder, he couldn't reach her mouth anymore, so he kissed at the back of her neck, and took hold lightly with his teeth. Al the while his hand, which was starting to get a little tired, was rubbing and rubbing, working at her clit, sliding along her opening. He pushed in a finger and played at pushing in one more. It made him harder, how hot and wet she was. So ready for him already. He let go of her neck. "C'mon, Millie. Just let go," he whispered.
He was right in what he thought she was close and with what his fingers where doing she was sure that he could feel it. But it was his words more then his actions that just let her relax and just let go as he put it. Anyone else saying her name it made her feel like a pet but Stan saying that nickname felt amazing. Her body tensed for only a moment as she let a muffled moan out into his skin before her legs decied they wanted nothing to do with standing any longer.
Millicent stumbled as she tried to catch herself only to trip on the robes that had been discarded to the ground, sending the two of them tumbling onto the bed behind Stan. She let a little giggle escape her lips before looking up at him her hair in her face. "Hi..."
Stan went from pleased to startled as Millicent's pleasure literally knocked them over. He landed hard on his back, most of his body still dangling off the side of the bed, and Millicent on top of him. Well, that was different! Stan laughed with her, pushing loose hair out of her face. "We," he told her between laughs, "are fantastic at this!"
After a moment to let her catch her breath, Stan slid his own hands down to his flies, pushing them open and wriggling to let his trousers down. All the kissing and teasing and the warm, laughing girl on top of him... he was wanting now. Stan brought one of Millicent's hands down to feel and wiggled against her, cheerfully aroused.
Millicent gave a blush when he said that they where fantastic but it was a good blush, the girl certainly was past being embarassed now. She caught her breath as he made his way out of his pants watching with a soft grin on her face. When he took her hand, the grin grew just a little bit before her fingers carefully wrapped around his lenght. She allowed her hand to move just a little bit, but it was clear from the look on her face that she was thinking something. Her teeth had found own lip nipping on it slightly before she leaned in to kiss him. It was a deep kiss, with a little more of her tounge then last time, which ran along his lower lip for a moment teasing just a little.
Her warm hand was enough to send his hips bucking a little, past his control, though she wasn't really pumping him, more like measuring with her hand. When he looked up into her face, he could tell she was thinking, and he hoped it was the good kind of thinking that meant working out how their bodies could do something instead of the scary kind that wondered about werewolves and the war. He was pretty sure it was the good kind, but his mind was getting a little sex-fogged.
It got a lot more sex-fogged at her kiss, which was deep and fun. He let his own tongue do a little exploration too, mapping her teeth. He wrapped both arms around her, running up and down her bared back and down to her arse, still covered in her skirt. Just as soon as he could think again, he was going to have to figure out how to get them up onto the bed. But, oh wow, that could wait a minute.
As her hand explored, Millicents lips where making there way down from his lips and to his chin. Her eyes half opening at hat point to watch him as she made her way down to his throat, which for a second lingered there before continuing the journey down. When her lips where somewhere between his chest and stomach she started to speak just a little bit. "I'm going to have to get you back for that...you know?"
It was said between kisses as she made her way down even further, her lips finding themselves well past his stomach as she moved part of her body back to the floor now that he was half hanging off the bed.
Stan always liked the way Millicent used her teeth in nails. That little scratch and sting was erotic. He was a little more focused on her lips and teeth than her words and so it took him a minute to figure out just what she was talking about. "Oh! Millicent, I-" And her lips were moving further down, almost where he needed them. "Oh..." Well, he hadn't had that in mind, but his body was entirely interested!
Millicent had to take a second to figure out how to go about this, it was extreamly new to her at least in the physical sense of what she was about to do. But after a moment of though, she decied to handle it like she did her sugar quills. Brushing her hair from her face she ran her tounge just along the top at first, just to test the waters of if he liked it or not before continuing on by moving her tounge lower each time.
The first touch of her tongue made him curse. And from there it just got better. Stan was aware that his mouth was moving, that he was babbling something everytime she moved further down his shaft. They had never done this together before, and she was taking her time about it, doing it proper-like. He couldn't reach her with his hands, so he settled for gripping against the mattress, hanging on. He could feel the pressure building up, pleasure and agony both.
After she had gone down she worked back up the same way, his babbling making her blush just a little bit she hope that it was good. Though she had to assume seeming he hadn't told her to stop. When she had gotten back up to the tip she tried something different this time and wrapped her lips around him before using her tounge just a little bit again. The taste was surely different now really hitting her taste buds, somewhat reminding her of a rather bitter potion she had made years ago but still somewhat sweet after a moment. With the thought lingering she pulled her lips back up and away before going back to the licking.
A few minutes in, Stan's breathing had started going ragged. A few minutes after that, he was all but sobbing out breaths. The babbling eventually started to be replaced by fewer and fewer words until almost all he could get out anymore was "please!" interspersed by desperate noises. This felt wonderful, but it was the kind of good that hurt. "Please," he begged. "Let me..."
Stopping she slid back up so that she could kiss his throat again, working her way to his ear as she pressed a little closer to him. Whispering softly into his ear before nipping at it just a little. "Do what you wish, you know I won't tell you no..."
On some level Millicent really couldn't believe herself when she was like this, but she really did enjoy working him up this way. And it kept her thinking about the nicest things when she was alone later.
When she pulled off, he groaned in frustration. He really just wanted to come. After the kind of teasing she'd been subjecting him to, he wanted it badly. But her whisper informed him very clearly that it hadn't been another tease. Hold on just a little longer, Shunpike, he told himself. He did take hold for a moment, literally grasping himself, trying to calm the pressure. "Sweet Salazar, Millicent," he rasped. He wanted to just pull her onto him right here, but the angle was too awkward given their heights. Forcing himself to straighten, he pulled her toward the bed.
Smiling, he thought well, she does like to be on top and lay flat on his back, trying to show her with his hands how to position her body, because his voice was drying up in his throat.
.
It only took her a moment to figure out what he was getting at and it made her give a little raised eye brow with her grin. This was certainly different, but as earlier showed she was up for trying different things. So moving up she slipped at least out of her panties first not bothering with the skirt, there was something about having just that skirt on that made it a little more exciting to her.
With a little help from the movements of his hands she positioned herself quite easily, as Stan was much better at talking with his actions better then his words. Though she did take it slowly as she lowered her hips to meet his, not wanting to mess up and it was still very new to her body to take him sometimes. The one hand she had rested lightly on his chest to keep herself from falling forward clenched a little drawing her nails down his skin as a soft squeek came from her as it always did.
Her heat gripping his erection combined with the scrape of her nails was a 1-2 punch and his head snapped back as he tried to hold it just a little longer. Apparently she was enjoying it to, if that little sound was anything to go by. "Sweet... Millicent..." He supported her hips with his hands, trying to let her control the pace. He wanted to yank her down, to flip her over, to drive into her, but that was just his body and his mind knew how good it could be to give Millicent control. "Please," he begged, "finish it."
Her hips moved somewhat slowly at first not to tease him but because she still wasn't sure of her center of balance. But once she found it, she moved into a much more comfortable and enjoyable pace. Thankfully she wasn't very conserned about herself at that moment as Stan had done quite a number on her earlier which while she was serving punishment later with Sinistra she would remember so she was totallly focused on him. But she was enjoying it which was more then obvous in the noises that bubbled from her, no longer worrying about muffling them with her finger in her teeth.
Stan tried to keep his eyes open. He wanted to watch her with her lips parted and her breasts bouncing and her hair hiding and revealing the sheen of her face. He wanted to watch the way she moved on his, but it was too good and the pleasure drove his eyes closed. With a final grasp of her hips, his control shattered and he spent, tearing a little cry from him, the pleasure of relief with with a little disappointment that the moment couldn't last forever.
He simply lay there for a moment, gasping with his screwed closed. Then he opened them and smiled up at her. "That," he told her, "was fucking amazing."
She had to admit that the view this was was quite something the way he reacted to what she was doing was just a little bit...intoxicating to that small part of Millicent that never really thought she had any power other then thru violence. But she could never hurt Stan like that to just use him, giving him a blush when he spoke.
When she was sure though that she could move she did but not to far from him curling up against him with her head on his chest. "I swear I want to curl up like this when I don't have to worry about curfew or punishments and just sleep. I love..." she nearly said you...but...she stopped herself. She didn't want to put that on him right now not yet at least. "...how comfy you are."
Stan was sleepy with orgasm, but shifted a little so their bodies fit more comfortably and moved a hand to her hair, where he could idly play with the curling strands.
He laughed when she called him 'comfy.' It wasn't a word he would normally associate with his lanky body, all jutting angles, but he had to admit that they were pretty comfy together, all curled up like this. "Stay," he encouraged. "Just stay." He gestured vaguely toward the charmed window, the one showing the sky outside. "It's not late. Stay." This couldn't last too long.
A little laugh came from her and she cuddled closer to him with a content sigh. "I'll stay...don't worry. I have time. You can't get rid of me that easily..."
She was quite sure he wouldn't get rid of her but she liked to tease him, her eyes closing to perhaps just nap a little bit. She was going to have to finish her homework later after all.