Who: Chuck, Nat, and Lucy What: Flirting, sexual frustration, and a break-up Where: The hallway... Wherever When: Wednesday evening
Getting back together with Lucy wasn't as easy as it sounded. Chuck sort of hadn't factored Lucy's near PTSD into the equation, and while he couldn't deny that he was in love with her, it was a little frustrating. Or a lot frustrating. Once again he had a girlfriend, and yet he wasn't having sex.
Not that she hadn't offered. That was actually the problem. Not that she was offering, but why she was offering. You see, Chuck's a bit of a hypocrite. While he'd never really been above using anyone for casual sex before, there was usually a mutual casualness and using going on. Suddenly with Lucy, he felt something. And he didn't want to be used just to screw all the bad thoughts out of her head. It really just didn't appeal to him.
It was rather uncomfortable, and it had him a bit on the mopey side. He was on his way to dinner, but honestly, he wasn't quite sure he wanted to go. He was in a foul mood and sitting around at the Slytherin table was guaranteed to make it worse. So he was avoiding it. He'd walked the same coridor four times already. The first three times, he'd been completely alone, but upon turning the corner the fourth time he realized he wasn't alone. Deciding at the last moment to keep on pacing as he was instead of changing direction, he replaced his mopey expression with his usual smirk and gave Nat a wink as he walked past her. He couldn't have people thinking he was going soft now, could he?
No. That wouldn't do at all. Course, Natalie had no idea that Chuck was back with Lucy, or that the two were even on civil terms. They were usually seen bickering at the end of some corridor or another, and it wasn't like the Gossip Goblin had spoke of their reunion.
"Hi Chuck," she said, as he passed. She returned his wink and smiled. He was certainly a tasty little piece. Nat had had her eye on him for quite some time. "All right?"
Well then obviously she wouldn't know. No one knew really, which suited him just fine. Not because he was out to get a little on the side or anything like before. He made a promise and was sticking with it. But if a girl asked him a question, it would be rude not to answer, yeah?"
"Yeah, I suppose. You?" He asked stopping his methodical pacing (it was so methodical, you wouldn't know he was pacing unless you managed to pass him twice in the same hall. Pretty clever, huh?) to face her. He was definitely lacking in pep, but he didn't seem totally lost.
"I'm well. Just coming back from dinner. You look like shit." Nat wasn't one for beating around the bush. She said what she wanted to say, when she wanted to say it. Most the the time, whatever was on her mind spilled out of her mouth.
It was a burden at times, and anyone who didn't really know her got offended at her bluntness. But what was the point in tiptoeing around something when it needed to be said?
Chuck just blinked at her and let out a small laugh, "Like shit? Why, thank you for that glowing compliment, Natalie."
"I just mean that you look like something's got you down. What's wrong? Not getting the relief you need?" She stepped closer, then, laying a gentle finger down his chest.
"What? Me? Of course... I mean..." He smirked, looking down at her finger on his chest, "You know me, yeah?"
"Yeah. I do. Which's why it seems rather odd for you to look like shit. And be this uptight about it. You sure you're alright?" She took another step closer. Her body was practically hugging his, but her eyes never left his face.
"I can help."
Merlin. This was going to be trouble. Chuck could tell already. "Can you now? Well isn't that presumptuous. You don't even know what's wrong." He teased, stalling any further developments.
"Why don't you tell me?" Her voice was a great deal lower now. Sexier. Seductive.
Weeeell... When she asked like that... But no. He'd have to come up with something. A lie, anything but the truth, right?
"It's a long story." He smirked, "You sure you want to hear it?"
"I've got all the time in the world," she said, taking him by the hand and leading him into a nearby (how convenient!) empty classroom. Once they were both inside, she closed the door a crack before pressing herself against him.
She wasted no time; within seconds her lips were on his.
Aw fuck. Just fuck. This was not going to go over well.
Chuck was in a very precarious position. On the one hand, his girlfriend was going to kill him. On the other hand, here was this girl, throwing herself at him, and not really expecting anything out of him but his reputation.
Pretty good deal huh?
However, if he was a good boyfriend, he'd shove her away and tell her that he was taken. But he'd never really been good at the boyfriend thing. And he had that reputation to uphold. And he was so very sex starved... Fuck.
He returned the kiss, if only for a moment before pulling back as best he could in his current position, "So I take it you'd rather not hear my story?"
"Do you really want to tell it?" She smiled at him in a knowing way.
Did he? Uh, no. Not really. Should he? Probably. He needed to stall until he could think of a reasonable way out of this. Unfortunately, he was kind of blanking at the moment.
"Well... I uh... I guess?" How convincing!
"You don't sound like you mean that," she said, pushing him back against the table.
Well, he didn't. Or, he only half meant it. What the fuck was he supposed to do?
Alright, so if he didn't have sex soon he was going to burst. But wasn't it his fault for turning Lucy down? Twice? Merlin, what was he thinking?
"No, not really, but..." But what?
"But what?"
Her fingers found the hem of his shirt and slipped underneath, grazing his skin. "I um... Haven't had dinner yet?" Well it was true, he hadn't. It was just a really lame answer, which was something he seemed to be full of lately. Sad really. He was kind of losing his touch.
Oh, fuck. Why did she have to be so bloody tempting though.