The Cheever Household[6][27]

[Zero Quinn]

*Suppresses a moan as he hears his name coming from her lips.*

*Slides a hand off the breakfast bar and down her waist, tracing lightly all the way to her bare thigh. His other hand finding it's way in her hair, entwining itself in her white locks. He pulls gently on her hair to expose her neck to him further.*

You taste better than ice cream.

*He whispers against the soft skin of her neck.*

[Noelle Cheever]

*lets out a very soft, almost inaudible moan as he pulls her hair back, her skin begging him to touch her as his fingers play at her thighs.*

*gently lifts one of her thighs against his*

[Zero Quinn]

*Grasps the thigh of hers wrapped around him, pressing harder into her body. Releases her hair, freeing his hand to wrap around her other leg and with no effort at all he lifts her feather light frame onto the breakfast bar, his lips holding fast to hers.*

Noelle...

*He says muffled against her lips. His cool fingers tracing the warm skin of her thighs, sending shiver after shiver through his body.*

[Noelle Cheever]

*kisses him back passionatly, her arms wrapped around him and clinging to that sweater of his*

Mmmm

*runs one hand through his hair, nails lightly brushing against his scalp*

[Zero Quinn]

*Releases the moan that he's been holding onto as her fingers trace though his hair against his scalp*

*Traces her lips with his tongue, and this being the most inopportune moment for it, the thought of her thinking this was all he wants from her hits him like a ton of bricks.*

*Tries to drive the thought out of his mind as his hands slide further up her thighs, but it won't stop nagging him.*

*Pulls away from her, sighing heavily.*

I can't do this... it isn't right. I want more from you than this.

*Gestures to the both of them entangled.*

[Noelle Cheever]

*crosses her legs and looks down as he talk about somthing more. She wants it too, but she was just so confused at the moment. What with Toki and Zero being like... the perfect men ever, and being with both of them just wasn't an option.*

*takes a breath, looking at her fingers that were now occupying themselves with the hem of her skirt. For some reason or another they needed to keep moving.*

I do too...

[Zero Quinn]

*Leans against the breakfast bar, watching her play with her skirt. Senses that something is on her mind.*

What's wrong, love?

*Frowns, feeling like he shouldn't have stopped. He had to though, it wasn't right to keep going without making his feelings perfectly clear.*

I've upset you..

*He says quietly, more to himself than anything.*

[Noelle Cheever]

*turns over to him frantically*

No!

*cups his face in one of her palms, lifting his face so that she can look in his eyes*

You haven't.

*smiles sadly*

I promise. Anything that's wrong with me is my own fault.

[Zero Quinn]

*He scans her eyes, sees the truth there and frowns.*

What can I do to help?

*The need to help her floods his body.*

No one's going to try to hurt you are they?

*Asks protectively, instinctively turning his face out of her hands to look about the room, expecting someone to rush in and send curses in her direction. A low growl emits from his throat.*

[Noelle Cheever]

*shakes head*

No... no

*continues to look at her hands*

I don't think so atleast... I've stayed out of trouble.

*thinks: for the most part. Looks up at him encouragingly*

I'm fine.

[Zero Quinn]

*Looks back at her, relaxing slightly.*

Are you sure?

*Leans on the breakfast bar with his elbow, reaching for the bowl of ice cream he had forgotten about.*

*Looks up at her from the corner of his eye, his hand pushing the spoon through the ice cream. The tension in his body not ebbing very quickly and his compulsive habits start to show from it.*

[Noelle Cheever]

*nods*

I'm positive

*watches him eat the ice cream, grabbing her own bowl and doing the same, not looking up, just staring at the spoon*

[Zero Quinn]

*Smirks into his bowl, wanting to get inside her head, he starts rattling off questions.*

What was your childhood like? Your mother and father, what were they like? Your favourite animal?

*Waits patiently for her to responds, twisting the spoon around in his fingers three times in each direction, pausing on the sixth rotation, and mentally resuming the count again.*

*Is starting to feel calm.*

[Noelle Cheever]

Childhood? What childhood?

*laughs lightly*

My days were spent learning to dance, sing, write, host, learn to be a "proper lady"

*rolls eyes*

My dad wasn't home much, but when he was he'd spend a lot of time with me, we'd fly our brooms or ride horses together, a lot of the time though he had "business partners" come to the house. I don't know what he did, and the guys kind of scared me though so I stayed out of the way. My mom hated me. She wanted me to learn to be a true veela instead of a witch, but I said no. I wanted to learn to do magic.

*shrugs*

And after Antoine, her Favourite, died, she kind of blamed me. Not that I care, just... raghh. Favourite animal?

*thinks about it*

Got to be my cat, Lovely

*tilts head at him*

What about you?

[Zero Quinn]

*Knew she was going to direct his questions at him, rolls his eyes, and begins with a bit of the truth, which flow into lies that roll perfectly off his tongue.*

My parents adored me.

*Smirks.*

My mother taught me how to be the perfect gentleman, right down to looking the part. Though you seem to drive all that she taught me right out the window.

*Chuckles softly*

She taught me to cook, something I find to help me relieve stress, and enjoy quite a bit. My father had a hand in my education early on in my life. He wanted me to become Minister of Magic... a lot of good that did. I had quite a few friends, although they all ended up being in Slytherin and I didn't, not sure how that happened, but it did. I was raised to despise muggles and mud-bloods.

*Flicks his eyes up at her carefully, an apologetic smile on his face.*

That's their mentality, what can I say.

*Shrugs.*

As for my favourite animal, it would have to be Linus, my owl.