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Tweak says, "Feeeel meeee.... touch meeeee"

in_the_grass (in_the_grass) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-10-31 19:53:00

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!2003: 10, !incomplete, !open, essery oakby, fleur delacour, severus snape

Who: OPEN to anyone at Hogwarts during or after the Halloween Feast.
What: The Halloween Feast!
Where: Hogwarts, the Great Hall; possibly other places.
When: Tonight
Warnings: TBA / Up to you.
Status: Open - I've put up some subthreads, just to keep things organized for anyone who wants to hop in. If anyone wants to divide them further, do so to your heart's content!

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	oakbye 2010-11-19 02:45 am UTC (link)
	"Not for chess..." She pointed out, teasing almost, and then his fingers were stroking her neck, sliding through her hair, and her eyes closed for a moment, head dropping forward in that same moment to give his fingers free reign. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

in_the_grass
2010-11-19 03:01 am UTC (link)

"Not unless you want. No." He had all sorts of other entertainment options, he thought, and if the only thing that sprang to mind at the moment was books, well ... there was always wine, and there was always this. And that seemed ideal, really. It felt right enough that he probably should have been able to proceed without hesitation, but for some reason there was a lost moment then when he felt almost paralyzed. But the only thing that had served him well tonight was boldness. He kissed her, just pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth. He wasn't quite as sure-footed as he might have liked, but he couldn't bring himself to worry about that or anything now. This was a good feeling, and it was threatening to push everything else out.

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oakbye
2010-11-19 03:08 am UTC (link)

For a moment, her eyes still closed, Essery wasn't sure that it was his mouth against hers - she could have been imagining that. He seemed far too stilted for him to have really been the one to kiss first. Her eyes opened just a fraction, like to check, and then she knew what she was feeling.

... Which might not have been the best thing, because Essery liked to kiss. Loved to kiss. But it was a sudden, nearly palpable need in her to kiss him back, and the way she surged closer and turned her mouth to catch his full on, the insistent and dominating way she kissed him back, or turned the kiss into a real one and not the chaste thing he'd so obviously intended...

Well, later she might be sorry for being so ferocious.

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in_the_grass
2010-11-19 03:19 am UTC (link)

Severus tensed, his back stiffening and his fingers pulling just a little tighter in her hair. it had been unexpected, to say the least, and for a moment he wasn't sure what he should do.

But that passed very quickly. His hand that had been clenched into the upholstery of the sofa - he hadn't even realized until now that he'd been gripping it so tightly - came to rest at the side of her face, slipping behind her jaw eagerly, almost possessively. He still had the presence of mind to feel clumsy as he kissed her back, his teeth scraping gently across her lower lip - it had been a very, very long time - but she was giving him more than enough to follow. Amid the heated, urgent, confused outpouring of feeling there was definitely gratitude.

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oakbye
2010-11-29 01:00 am UTC (link)

She wouldn't have understood, and she would have, if she'd known it had been so long for him. She didn't stop to think about that, or ask, though. She sank into the kiss in a fever, a small noise of relief welling up in her throat because the tension that had been building was finally, finally broken.

Her hands ended up on the front of his shirt, gripping there and pulling him in with it, and when his teeth scraped her lips, they opened, her tongue snaking to taste his lips too.

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in_the_grass
2010-11-29 01:32 am UTC (link)

He'd never been the sort to stop and think about exactly what he was feeling, but there was certainly some self-reproach involved - in the moment, it was hard to think of why he'd waited so long - mixed in with the relief and the odd light-headedness that made it difficult to think about anything. One of his arms slipped away, hesitated, hovered, and then slipped around her waist. Most of the halting uncertainty had left him. "I'm -"

Her tongue against his mouth pushed whatever he had been about to say well out of his mind. He drew her closer and let himself shut up and settle into kissing her again, pulling her near enough to feel her pressing against him, trying to keep in mind that he should keep his head. But when he broke away, gently, to say what he had meant to (had it been an apology?), all he did was try to fight a grin. "Sorry," he said, and he didn't sound sorry at all. "I didn't intend ... that is, I realize you only asked me in for dinner." Why the hell was he trying to talk at all?

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	oakbye 2010-11-29 01:34 am UTC (link)
	"Right, dinner..." She sounded breathless and heady and pleased, and when her eyes opened slowly there was a half-sated, half hungry sort of look in them. She smiled at him, and didn't try to pull out of the hold he had with that arm around her. "Well, you did eat, so we got that much right." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

in_the_grass
2010-11-29 01:58 am UTC (link)

It wasn't that he'd never noticed that she was beautiful - he hadn't let himself think too long on it, that was all. Now there was no reason at all to refrain, and he might have looked a little distant, a little dazed, as he smiled at her, maintaining his usual dry edge of a smirk. "I did. Thank you - quite a generous invitation." He smoothed her hair behind her ear with his thumb, looking quite content to stay where he was. "I find I'm no longer hungry, but ... so long as I'm not intruding." He would much, much rather stay.

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oakbye
2010-11-29 02:01 am UTC (link)

"No, not intruding." She said it as a fact, and couldn't suppress the urge to chuckle, because honestly, after the way he'd kissed her - or, fine, the way she'd kissed him - this seemed so formal. There was something about him, though, that made that suit - she didn't have trouble believing that he'd been caught in those formalities before, not really allowed to enjoy being out of them.

She thought about asking, but those were the types of things men told you when they were ready. Besides, his arm was still around her, and she wanted to take advantage of that before he changed his mind, decided on decorum. So her fingers, still curled in his shirt, tightened again, and she leaned in one more time to kiss him. Not quite as frenzied as the last had been.

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in_the_grass
2010-11-29 02:16 am UTC (link)

Good. He didn't say it, but it was clear enough from his expression, the way his smile softened ever so slightly and his eyebrows lifted a little, pleased, that he was happy with her response. With all of this, really. He was painfully formal, although some of it was just a way of speaking, a heavy dose of irony that always seemed to permeate everything. But the way he returned her kiss was as earnest as he ever was - warm and eager, if not quite as intense. He leaned back a little, very slowly, against the arm of the sofa. He wasn't going to change his mind, and he was going to enjoy this for as long as he could before she decided to throw him out.

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