Bad Bad Girl | Gen and Francis

[Francis Eric Thorne]

Francis had locked the door behind him when he'd broken into the empty classroom. He'd been there early, so he could bring up some pillows and blankets along with the food and drink he'd obtained from the House Elves in the kitchens. They'd been more than happy to help him out, as usual, and now he had more than enough for him and Gen to last out the day. He knew his lock charm wouldn't hold out any teachers of people that seriously wanted to get into the room, but he'd done enough research to know that no one had booked to use this room today. Hopefully the locked door would deter any chancers. Besides, he could always ask Gen to back up his locking charm. He was sure she was better at it than him.

He was sitting on one of the tables, waiting for Gen's knock. It was pretty much ten now, and he knew the rest of the students had left for Hogsmeade about quarter of an hour ago because he'd watched them go from his vantage point at the window. They had the room, and the castle if they should so wish, too themselves. He was looking forward to her arriving and the rest of the day.

[Genevieve Stark]

Gen stood by the huge front doors waving goodbye to her friends and putting on an act of true disappointment at not being able to spend the day shopping with them like they usually did on Hogsmeade weekends. The act was also for the benefit of Filch and all the other teachers who stood by seeing the students off. She had to make sure they knew she stayed behind and that she was truly upset about it even though on the inside she could hardly wait for the last of the students to be gone so she could rush upstairs to meet with Francis. It had to be almost 10 o'clock already and she did not want to make him wait.

On her way back upstairs she noticed that there were a few other students from her year who had remained behind as well, but none of them even looked her way as she climbed the stairs and turned into the fourth floor corridor to search for room number 34. She wasn't used to looking for classrooms by their numbers as her classes had pretty much taken place in the same rooms throughout her years attending the school. So she figured that the classroom in question was probably one for a class she had never taken, like Arithmancy or Ancient Runes...or something like that.

She finally found the classroom at the very end of the corridor, but the door seemed to be locked tight. Wondering if perhaps she had misremembered the number, she debated whether she should knock or just use an unlocking spell to check it out. Deciding on the latter, she pulled out her wand and aimed it at the lock. "Alohomora!" She knew that if the door had been purposely locked by a teacher this simple spell would not work, but upon muttering the words the lock made a soft clicking noise and she knew it was okay. She proceeded to push the door open just a crack, enough for her to stick her head in and have a look, and when she did she saw Francis sitting at a table, looking at her. The sight of him sent a rush of excitement through her and her lips parted in a wide smile to show it. "Hello there," she said softly, closing the door behind her and leaning back against it.

[Francis Eric Thorne]

Francis looked up, worried, as he heard the lock click open. Still, the look didn't last long as he saw the shock of red hair appear around the door. His expression turned into one of smug happiness. How did he managed to get someone like Gen? It still baffled him. He stood up as she stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. Slowly, he walked across to her, slipping his arms around her as he bowed his head to kiss her straight on the lips. After a moment or two, he pulled back, smiling. "Hi," he murmured, his eyes on hers. She made all his insides feel twisted and muddled. He loved it.

Smirking, he licked his lips as he backed off. "You should lock the door," he said, nodding to the wood behind her. "My charm clearly didn't do any good at all." Not that he expected it to. He really wasn't all that good at magic, except for the stuff he made an effort to practice. The odd charm was useful, but beyond that, he just did the bare minimum to get him through school.

[Genevieve Stark]

Gen welcomed his kiss as if it was the first. It had been a few days since they had even spoken and it had felt to her like an eternity. When he pulled away she opened her eyes slowly and smiled, looking past him then and noticing all the "provisions" he had brought for their rendezvous. But before she could comment on it his words made her eyes snap back to him, bringing a smirk to her lips. Had he really used a charm on the door? Because it had been all too easy to open. Well, she'd definitely do a better job of it, of that she had no doubt. But she was not about to rub it in his face. "And would that be just in case someone happened to walk by as my punishment is being carried out...Professor Thorne?" She now played the innocent victim, holding her hands behind her back and lowering her head while looking up at him with angelic eyes through long lashes. "I know I've been a bad girl, but I beg you to take it easy on me. It's only my first offense after all."

[Francis Eric Thorne]

Francis eyed her as she looked at the door, clearly unimpressed by his feeble attempt at a charm. He just wasn't all that good at things like that. Building bikes and cars by magic; now that, he could do. Still, she was gracious and didn't point out how much he failed at charms.

Francis grinned at her words, slipping his arms around her. "Take it easy on you? I think not."He smirked, letting his forehead touch hers. "You're all mine for the next few hours, and there's nothing you can do about it." Slowly, he licked his lips before pulling back and walking away towards the fireplace on one wall of the classroom. He'd chosen one of the smaller classrooms that might have doubled as an office once upon a time. He thought the fireplace might have dated from then. He pulled out his wand again and sent a stream of sparks onto the logs in the hearth. Fire, he wasn't bad at. He used the same spell for sparking engines. He'd mastered it a good few years ago. The logs caught almost straight away, and soon there was a crackling fire, warming Francis' legs. He looked over at Genevieve and smiled. The blankets and cushions were near the fire. They'd be nice and warm. He nodded for her to come over and join him.

[Genevieve Stark]

Gen watched him as he left her side. He walked with a swagger she found very sexy, and she almost wished that the room was bigger so she could watch him walking some more. She smirked at her own thoughts and started to make her way to him, again eying all the things he had brought to make their stay more comfortable. "It seems like you thought of everything," she said while picking up a blanket and spreading it out in front of the nice warm fire he had just conjured. "And for that I thank you. Because, obviously, I didn't have enough forethought to bring anything myself." She sniggered. "I can be a bit air headed sometimes, you know. Just thought I'd give you a heads up."

She sat down on the soft blanket and crossed her legs, looking up at him with a smile as she patted the spot next to her. She had been dying to ask him about the little incident in the Great Hall a few days ago but wasn't quite sure how to bring it up for fear of him getting upset. But her curiosity was stronger than her worry so she went ahead and jumped right into the subject. "So...will you give me the details about what happened the other day? You know, with the Ravenclaw girl? I was sitting too far away to hear what was said but I must tell you...I admire your restraint. You handled it quite well."

[Francis Eric Thorne]

Francis looked back at her as she spread the blanket out on the floor and sat down. He didn't need telling twice. Obligingly, he sat down beside her, letting one arm rest just behind her so she could lean into him. This definitely was nice. He was glad he had prepared. He'd been thinking about this since that night at the lake. They didn't get a lot of time together, so what they did have had to be brilliant.

"Oh, that..." Francis sighed when she bought up the incident in the Great Hall. Of course, he'd known she was there, and the smile she'd given him in the corridor afterwards was enough to know she didn't completely hate him after seeing what a meathead he was, but he'd hoped she'd forgotten about it by now. "She hit me, so... I got angry. She said something about meeting in the Forbidden Forest." He looked across at her, chewing his lip. "I think she might have been spying on us the other week. I just wanted to warn her, you know..."

[Genevieve Stark]

Gen gave him a puzzled look. Confused as to why a Ravenclaw they had never even noticed before would give a care about what they did. "She's been spying on us? What on earth for? Why that little...." She trailed off, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes in anger. It sounded to her like that mousy brat deserved worse than a face-full of eggs. She gave a soft growl then rolled her eyes, taking in a deep breath and telling herself that there was no point in worrying about such things now. She had a whole day alone with Francis ahead of her and she was determined to make it a good one. So she leaned back against his arm like he meant for her to do and smiled at him. "No matter, we'll get her back properly soon enough. So let's get back to the business at hand shall we?" With a smirk, she leaned her head close to his and whispered seductively in his ear. "How long has it been since you kissed me?"

[Francis Eric Thorne]

Francis smirked when she said about getting the Ravenclaw back. Perhaps having a Slytherin girlfriend did have its perks.

"Mm, well apart from back there," he said, nodding towards the door. "I haven't kissed you properly for at least a week." He licked his lips, slipping his arm around her to pull her close into his side. Oh, this was nice. This was why he bothered with all the sneaking around. She was so warm and smelt so wonderful. If he had his way, he'd kiss her all the time and never stop.

Lowering his head, he pressed his lips against hers, tasting her sweet breath with a shudder of lust. She had him completely under her spell. If he wasn't a Hufflepuff, and she a Slytherin - two people who shouldnt' want to know or fancy each other - he would have said she had bewitched him on purpose. He was completely at her mercy.

He slipped his other arm around her, before lifting her easily onto his lap so she could put her legs either side of him. This was better. She was much closer now, and he could wrap his arms right around her. He smiled against her, letting his tongue brush the soft, flushed pink skin of her lower lip.

[Genevieve Stark]

Gen smiled and closed her eyes for just a minute, relishing the feel of his arms around her body and the taste of his sweet tongue on her lips. She squeezed her legs against him as she straddled him and raised her body up on her knees, her hands gently cupping his face and her fiery red hair slowly cascading down one side as if trying to hide their ardent kiss from the world around them. At this moment it was just Francis and Genevieve, nothing else existed or mattered, and whether he knew it or not she belonged to him completely.

A tiny moan escaped her lips as she slowly lowered herself back on his lap and when their mouths finally parted for breath, her lust-filled eyes opened to look into her gorgeous Hufflepuff boyfriend's face. With a coy smile, she whispered: "You are so perfect for me." Brushing a bit of hair out of his eyes, she continued. "How can it be? You and I should not...work." She nibbled her lip, her eyes reflecting the wonder she felt at the puzzle that was their relationship. "But it does. It so does." Of their feelings for each other she had no doubts and it showed. But what she did not express was her fear for their future...she wasn't sure there could be one. Once outside the Hogwarts walls their fairytale would be no more and there was no telling what kind of fight the real world would offer them.

[Francis Eric Thorne]

Francis could feel his heartbeat speeding up as he kissed her. She managed to get beneath his skin every single time. He didn't want to stop as she pulled back, but he decided breathing was, in fact, a good idea. He smiled goofily as he looked up at her. He knew what she was saying was right, but right now he didn't care whether this should work or not. It did. It just did. All the sneaking around sucked, and sometimes he wished he could walk around school with her, his arm draped around her shoulder, showing everyone she was his, but as long as he got to spend time with her like this, that didn't matter all that much.

"Gen," he said in a rough whisper. "Shut up." He grinned, to show he was only teasing her, before pulling her back down for another kiss. They had so little time together, he wasn't going to waste what time they did have wondering whether it was right or not. He wanted to be kissing her, touching her. They had the whole day together, and every moment they spent thinking about the outside world was a waste.

He relaxed into the kiss, running one hand up her back to tangle in her long, red hair. His other arm stayed tight around her, his large hand pressed to the small of her back, holding her tight against him. He could feel the wonderful curves of her body against his sweatshirt and it drove him nearly insane. The last girl he'd been this close to had meant nothing to him. This was different; passion and real feelings all in one. It was an intoxicating mix which had caught him completely off guard.

Francis tightened his grip on her, lifting them both so he could lay her back on the rug, moving over her. She was so small, and if she wasn't a Slytherin with a much better grip on magic than him, she'd seem so vulnerable. He still didn't understand exactly why she'd opened herself up to him, but he really loved that she had. The two of them, here in this room, could be completely themselves without worrying about the rest of the world. Francis held himself above her with one arm, moving the hand in her hair as he pulled back slightly to look down at her. He gently pushed her hair back from her face and smiled before he kissed her again. He really liked this kissing business.

[Genevieve Stark]

If Francis had been anyone else Gen would have reacted to his order in a very different way. But instead of retaliating in anger for being told what to do, as most any other Slytherin would have done (especially coming from a Hufflepuff), she only smirked in reply. He was right, this was not the time to talk. They were finally in each other's arms again after a week's worth of waiting and although they had an entire day together they both knew even that would not be enough.

She returned his kiss with hunger, her hands wrapping themselves around him as if their bodies could just not get close enough. She longed for his warm hands to caress her cold skin, for his lips to cover every inch of her with kisses, for their bodies to be wrapped in each other like they had never been before. And when he finally laid her down and moved over her, her whole body shivered with anticipation, a tiny sigh of lust escaping her lips.

In the few moments it took for him to pull away and smile down at her, she wondered if he had any real idea of how completely she belonged to him. This was the stuff her most recent dreams were made of and he was the most important part of them. Nothing could stop them from being realised now. Nothing. Not even whatever inhibitions lingered in the deep recesses of her brain.

When he pressed his lips to hers once more, her hands, as if with a life of their own, slid beneath his sweatshirt and found his soft skin, while the rest of her body hoped to Merlin that he would soon do the same.

[Francis Eric Thorne]

Francis shuddered at the feel of her hand on his skin. He was immediately glad of the fact that he still worked out now and then, although it was more for the fact that he liked being bulky to scare people off. Before Gen, he hadn't really expected a girl to be touching his stomach any time soon. He was bloody glad she was, though. It felt really good, especially when combined with the caress of her lips on his.

He let his eyes shut as he ran his own hand down her side until he found the hem of her shirt. He remembered her telling him she hadn't been with a guy before, and he didn't want to overstep the mark and piss her off, but she'd started it, right? Slowly, he let his hand slip between the fabrics of her skirt and top, finding her skin beneath. She was warm and so soft. He let out a little moan against her lips. This was bliss. Pure bliss.

He let his hand stay where it was a while, his thumb stroking back and forth, before he slipped it up further under her shirt. He was expecting her to stop him any time now.

[Genevieve Stark]

Finally, he was touching her! Not just holding her, or pressing up against her. He was caressing her in that way that only a lover can, and it was amazing. Such a simple and guarded gesture, a slip of the hand under her blouse, large warm fingers finding their way around the soft skin of her waist...her belly. She couldn't help but moan softly, almost inaudibly, against his lips while yet another shiver of delight radiated through her.

She was well aware that he was only being careful, respectful even. And she was grateful and completely touched that he cared enough to take his time and make sure he didn't upset her by crossing the line. But right now, she yearned for him to throw all politeness out the window and just let go. Of course, she wasn't sure this was the time or place to go "all the way," or even if she was truly ready for that....yet. But as far as their relationship was concerned and how far things had (or hadn't) gone up to now, she was more than prepared to take the next step. Merlin! She was ready for two, three, four steps!

As she moved gently beneath him, inviting him to continue, her hands glided from his pleasantly tight stomach to his smooth lower back. Their hormonally overcharged kiss only breaking every so often, just long enough to catch the breath they needed to go on.

[Francis Eric Thorne]

She wasn't stopping him. In fact, she was acting like she liked it. He guessed he was being a little stupid really, being so hesitant. She, she had admitted she was a virgin, but she was here, wasn't she? She was his girlfriend. They were both teenagers and they both wanted to feel affection.

Francis pulled back from her lips, only to begin pressing kisses along her jaw line and down the column of her neck to the collar of her top. Her skin was so smooth and silky and he could taste the hint of some kind of musky floral perfume on her throat. He took a chance and pushed his hand a little further up under her shirt as he nudged at her chin with his nose, encouraging her to tip her head back so he could kiss her neck more easily.