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Post by Genevieve Stark on Feb 16, 2011 0:06:09 GMT
Gen licked her lips as he rolled over on top of her, her lustful eyes not leaving his as she smiled up at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he slid his hand up her sweatshirt, an outwardly obvious shiver running through her body as he did so. She wished he was really touching her, his strong warm hand on her cold skin, but she told herself that slow was better, and in time they would experience it all...together.
She whispered a soft "Yes?" in reply to the call of her name. The word left her lips almost breathlessly, her heart beating so fast and hard that she wasn't sure he heard her.
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Post by Francis Eric Thorne on Feb 16, 2011 0:29:26 GMT
Francis let his head fall forward, forcing himself to stop kissing her. He didn't want to push her too far too fast. He couldn't stand it if she freaked and didn't want to see him any more. He let his forehead rest against hers. "Sorry," he murmured, almost as quietly as she had spoken, but a few octaves lower, his voice rough with lust. The things she did to him were undescribable. He'd never felt anything like that before.
"You, er, you know?" he said, looking down at her as he pulled his head back a little. "You had...sex before?" He moved to the side to lay beside her, but kept his hand on her stomach. He knew this Slytherin girls acted tough, but lives at Hogwarts were pretty sheltered compared to the outside world. His friends at home, Spud and Noodle, had loved telling him all about the girl they'd got with from Dover Grammar for Girls. Apparently some of them were real goers. He doubted Gen was anything remotely like any of them. |
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Post by Genevieve Stark on Feb 16, 2011 3:28:13 GMT
Gen opened her heavy eyes when he stopped kissing her, confused as to why he had pulled away and apologised. She wanted this amazing feeling to continue...why had he stopped? But soon she realised that he was only being the gentleman and slowing things down. He was probably worried about her reaction if he moved too fast, and she appreciated that.
She released her hold on him when he moved beside her, her face falling to the side to look into his eyes as he spoke, but then she blushed slightly at his question. She wasn't sure what he expected to hear but this was not a topic one could lie about. Or even talk her away around like she was used to doing when not wanting to express her feelings. She bit her lip somewhat sheepishly and shook her head. "No. I haven't." She hoped to Merlin that this didn't scare him away. But then again, if he was serious about her then it shouldn't matter, right? The easy "experienced" girls aren't hard to find. If that's what he was looking for then he had the wrong girl.
"You?" She asked softly while continuing to nibble on her lip, something she always did when she was nervous. She figured his answer would be a yes. A strapping young man like himself had to have had at least one girl by now. Perhaps a muggle girl. How could they resist his looks, his rebel attitude...his motorbike? She knew she couldn't. She placed her hand over his as it lay on her stomach and waited nervously to find out what he thought. Oh how she wished she could read his mind right now.
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Post by Francis Eric Thorne on Feb 16, 2011 3:56:26 GMT
Francis stroked his thumb back and forth over her stomach. He tried not to smile at her answer. Part of him was very very glad she hadn't been putting it around with all the Slytherin boys before him. He doubted it would have put him off her, but this way, it only went to convince him further that this really was special to her.
He bit his lip, his eyes meeting hers as she returned the question. "Yeah," he said, with a small nod. "A couple of summers ago. Girl I used to go to muggle school with. I'm friends with her brother..." Alyce was nice, and pretty, but she was pretty boring and self obsessed. She'd had a crush on him for years, and Noodle loved teasing him about being fancied by his little sister. Francis had never really looked at her in that way, then in the summer between his fifth and sixth year, she'd dragged him upstairs at Noodle's "Parents are on holiday so lets have a house party" party. There had been lots of cans of Stella and a couple of joints involved, and it had seemed like a good idea at the time. And a few days later. And just before he'd gone back to school. Since then, he'd only seen her twice. Noodle had told him she'd started going out with David Marks from the Sixth Form at the Tech College that Autumn, and she hadn't bothered to write like she'd said she would. It hadn't broken Francis' heart. She wore too much pink for his liking. "I never took her on my motorbike though," he added to Gen, taking her hand in his and lifting it to his lips to kiss her fingers. |
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Post by Genevieve Stark on Feb 16, 2011 16:19:48 GMT
Gen rolled her eyes and let out a small huff as he described his first encounter. She was not at all surprised, but she certainly did not like hearing it. That's when she realised that she was officially...jealous. If anyone was to roll around naked in bed with Francis (whether it was real or in her imaginings) it was going to be her. Not some muggle troll from down his street. Humph!
She really wasn't upset though. She still smiled up at him when he kissed her fingers, taking that same hand and running it through his hair. "You know I don't like her, right? But I am thrilled to hear she hasn't gotten to ride your motorbike." She pulled him down for another kiss, trying to imagine what it would be like to finally give herself to the right someone, to Francis, when another thought suddenly crept into her mind. Something she had been meaning to bring up but hadn't found the right time to do so. Something he was not going to like hearing.
Deciding this was as good a time as any, (because honestly, when is bad news well received anyway?) she took a deep breath and gave it a go. "Speaking about your motorbike...I...um...I'm not sure I'll be riding it again anytime soon." Feeling terribly embarrassed, she lifted herself up on her elbows and bit her lip again. She was embarrassed, yes, but yet angry at herself at the same time. The anxious look on her delicate countenance showed it. "In classic Gen fashion I...I got myself in trouble again."
She didn't mean to change the topic of conversation so abruptly, but they had to discuss this because there were very few things she wanted more than the chance to spend time with Francis in his own world again. They were going to need all the time they could get to try and find a way around this obstacle - because the next Hogsmeade weekend was practically around the corner.
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Post by Francis Eric Thorne on Feb 16, 2011 22:22:32 GMT
Francis frowned at Gen's words, sitting up so he could look down at her. "What do you mean?" he said, still holding her hand. "What sort of trouble? Not with your family, right?" He really hadn't wanted to make things difficult for her. If she was any other Slytherim, he would have loved to get them in as much trouble as possible, but not Gen. Besides, he really wanted to spend time alone with Gen again, without all this sneaking around. He'd even written to his parents to check whether they'd be home on the Hogsmeade weekend. His dad was working, but his mum and sister would be around. His parents knew he sometimes came back on Hogsmeade weekends, but he didn't think they'd appreciate it if they knew he was sneaking out of school to be with a girl. Still, Mum had said they'd probably be out shopping at Bluewater in the afternoon. It would have been perfect to spend time with Gen, but if she couldn't come... Well, that was that idea down the drain. |
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Post by Genevieve Stark on Feb 16, 2011 23:26:16 GMT
Gen shook her head vigorously. "No, no. Nothing that serious!" She sat up as well and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's just... Well, let's just say I got a little mouthy with Professor Black...again." She ran her free hand through her hair, the aggravation she felt at herself clear as a bell. "She was on my case again. I swear that woman has got something against me! I told her to leave me alone and go frown over someone else's potion for a change. And of course, she wasn't pleased. She said something like..." She proceeded to mock the Professor's voice, it was a very poor imitation but it got her exasperation across. "It is evident to me, Miss Stark, that mere detentions are not the right type of punishment for you as you haven't seemed to learn anything from them. So this coming Hogsmeade weekend you will not be joining your fellow housemates. Perhaps this way you will learn to keep your cheeky tongue in its place." She let out a long defeated sigh after this. Both her and Francis had been looking forward to another chance at escaping and she had managed to mess that up for them by not being able to control her temper.
"She did not say anything about having to spend the time left behind with her though. So, if we can find a way to at least make her think I'm still here while everyone else is gone then perhaps we may still be able to go?" She went silent for a few moments, giving the situation some serious thought. "How about... Well, it may be a long shot but I have heard talk about a secret passage to Hogsmeade somewhere within the castle. What if we were to find it?" Her expression turned hopeful. Maybe Francis had heard about it too, per chance even used it at some point. He was rebellious enough to probably know a way or two out of the castle after all...she hoped.
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Post by Francis Eric Thorne on Feb 18, 2011 18:46:27 GMT
Francis grinned, giving a sigh of relief. He'd been expecting something far far worse than that. "It's cool," he said. reaching out to tuck Gen's red hair behind her ear. "We don't need to," he said, shaking his head. He did know about a few tunnels, but all the ones he'd ever sucessfully found were blocked about halfway along. It was annoying, but the grounds provided all he needed; somewhere he could go for a smoke after a long day of being a tortured soul.
"It's the perfect situation, Gen," he said, still grinning, his hand lingering at her cheek. "Just think about it. You, me... an almost entirely empty castle..." He raised his eyebrows. "No friends to ask where we're going. No teachers hanging around to interrupt. Just some first and second years who, lets face it, aren't much of a threat." The younger students didn't know all the secret places in the school, and they didn't do much exploring for fear of being caught. He and Gen would pretty much have free reign. |
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Post by Genevieve Stark on Feb 18, 2011 21:15:01 GMT
Gen leaned into his touch, her formerly worried expression now one of excitement and expectation. She had been so preoccupied with the fact that she would not be able to leave the castle with him that she hadn't given any thought to the fact that it was just as good, if not better, for them to remain behind. Sure, she wouldn't be going on a motorbike ride this time but later didn't mean never, so she was okay with that.
"You're right! The castle will be practically ours." She leaned into him and whispered in a very seductive way, placing soft lingering kisses down his jaw and neck in between words. "We'll be able to do whatever we want, as long as we want." Upon finally reaching his lips she lingered there teasingly, a flirty smirk painted on her lips. "What on earth shall we do with so much freedom, I wonder?"
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Post by Francis Eric Thorne on Feb 18, 2011 22:04:17 GMT
Francis gave a soft, involuntary moan as she kissed his jawline, a shudder running through him. The hand at her cheek slipped down to her shoulder, then further down her arm. She managed to steal any inteligable thoughts he was having. All he could think about was her lips on his skin.
He let his lips brush hers, aware of the fact that she'd asked a question and was probably expecting an answer. "Well, you know," he murmured against her lips, not trying too hard to think of anything in particular. He'd have all night to dream up things to do with her. "Whatever we want." He smiled, kissing her harder, his hand regaining movement and moving to cup the back of her head as he pushed her back down to the rock, holding himself partially over her. As long as there was kissing involved in their day together, he didn't really care all that much what they did. |
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Post by Genevieve Stark on Feb 19, 2011 2:00:39 GMT
Gen managed a smile at his response before he kissed her, her eyes immediately closing and her arms slipping around him as he gently pushed her back. She also had plenty of time to think of things to do on that long awaited day. Merlin! It's not like she didn't spend every night fantasizing about him as she lay in bed waiting for sleep anyway. Besides, every single day was a new adventure for them. They never knew ahead of time where or when they'd be able to sneak a kiss or plan another secret rendezvous behind some tapestry or some empty classroom. With them there was never a dull moment. And every minute spent together was as precious as gold...and never wasted. But yes, the thought of having a whole day to spend together as they pleased without worrying about being caught at every turn was almost overwhelming...and overwhelmingly exciting. She could hardly wait.
Her fingers lost themselves in his hair as she pulled him down closer. Their kiss growing deeper and more passionate with every passing second. As far as she was concerned they could stay like this forever. To hell with school, and eating and sleeping! What was the point of any of it if she couldn't do it with him? Yes, life was good. And all she needed to remain happy was in her arms right now.
Just as her hand slipped down his body and was about to reach under his sweater to find his warm skin, she heard a rustle in the trees beside them. She immediately broke the kiss and turned her head in the direction of the noise. "Did you hear that?" It could easily only have been a squirrel or a rabbit. But at the same time...maybe not. It was the Forbidden Forest after all.
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Post by Francis Eric Thorne on Feb 20, 2011 1:09:51 GMT
Francis heard the rustle at the same time as Gen did, lifting his head to look behind them into the trees. He'd come to this spot a number of times, and he'd never been in any danger, but the Forbidden Forest wasn't all cute and cuddly, and he wasn't about to risk staying here if something hungry was watching them. Or, even worse, someone that could rat them out to their housemates. "Let's go," he said, pushing himself up and grabbing her hand to pull her with him. He kept watching the forest as he began to lead her away back towards the school.
"I'll owl you about next Saturday," he said quietly, glancing at her once they were a little way away. He stopped, pulling her around to kiss her deeply for a moment before pulling back. "Go. I'll follow in a bit." He didn't want to risk her being seen with him. Besides, he could watch her as she left, which promised to be a lovely view. |
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Post by Ellie Waters on Feb 21, 2011 11:35:13 GMT
Ellie stayed hidden in the bushes, smiling.
A Sly and a Huffie, that was really strange. Mhnh, Francis never seemed to be a real Hufflepuff, more like a Muggle, but that made it still more unlikely that a Slytherin would date him.
She waited until the two had disappeared and returned to the castle.
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