Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2015 18:23:21 GMT -7
So, she was the Gryffindor Beater. The two houses that got along the least historically, and now two of their members were wrapped up together in a fashion that would horrify any teacher who walked along. The thought amused him. He had no doubt some among his House wouldn't like it once they found out—and they would find out, because he had no intention of leaving this a one-time thing, or hiding it from others. But only a few of them would have the courage or strength to admit to their distaste, and none of them had the power to make him stop, save perhaps Elaine, who he could tell would disapprove of any sort of pairing with anyone, or at the least be confused by it. She also wouldn't stop him, so long as he wasn't interfering in her designs. Theo had earned that by proving his strength. Like it or not, Elaine and her followers were outnumbered and surrounded by dangerous enemies here in the castle, and Theo was a warrior of the highest degree, a match for seasoned Aurors already, and she could not afford to lose him as an ally...not yet, at least. Theo wasn't sure when he would become expendable, but...well, that was going to be an interesting day indeed.
He liked to hear her say his name. It was as enticing as the scent of her skin, as the sounds she made when he found just the right place for his teeth. He smirked at the suggestion that he hadn't earned her name—he had plenty of evidence to the contrary—but he leaned in as she bit at his lip before telling him her own name. Just the first name though...hmm. Well, he'd get the rest of her name out of her eventually, if he didn't learn it from another source through osmosis. He sighed a little as she worked on his neck. “Abby,” he sighed quietly, near her ear. The Slytherin was now prepared to stay out here all night, consequences be damned. Judging by her reaction as she pulled away, Abby was hovering on that same fence. Which kind of made it worse for him, which probably made it worse for her too...what a delicious cycle. The dark warrior had never encountered someone like this. They each seemed to feed off of the other's vibes. If they were on the same page—and they had most certainly spent the afternoon on the same page—they didn't need to communicate at all.
“If it wasn't going to get us expelled I'd just suggest we stay here but...”
That would be perfectly acceptable to Theo. But then, he'd been homeschooled most of his life. If she didn't want to be expelled, he would respect that. And if she didn't, he didn't either. Still it was frustrating to have Abby peel herself away from him. Once she was sitting up, she stared hard at him, like she was annoyed that he hadn't come along sooner than he had. Theo merely smirked back, even when she playfully slapped him. He was smirking because he knew she hated this too, which made him feel pretty good, especially when she leaned in to kiss him again. His hands traveled down to her legs, and he grabbed hold tightly, standing up without shifting Abby in the slightest, holding her weight up just to continue the kiss a little longer. Even when he carefully let her legs down so she could stand herself, he refused to break the kiss. If this was the last one of the night, he would be sure she wanted to come back for more. Well...he was already sure of it, but Theo figured one could not be too convinced in this situation.
Alright alright fine. He pulled his main wand out, waving it vaguely out at the field, even as he wrapped his left arm tightly around Abby's neck, pressing his forehead to hers. “We should do this again sometime, Little Girl.” Like now would be a great ti—NO. Focus. He sighed, finally looking away over the field, where a procession of brooms, bats, and crates were floating toward them through the night sky, courtesy of his Summoning Charms. Theo unwrapped his arm from Abby's neck, then with a low growl of frustration, fully detached from her. He reached out and grabbed his broom and bat—was it his bat? For all he knew they had managed to switch at some point—then regarded Abby with a raised eyebrow. Finally, he grinned again. A little poke at their competitive spirits would break this spell and get them back to the castle in time to avoid trouble. “Of course you realize no amount of affection will keep me from destroying Gryffindor in the next Quidditch match.”
He liked to hear her say his name. It was as enticing as the scent of her skin, as the sounds she made when he found just the right place for his teeth. He smirked at the suggestion that he hadn't earned her name—he had plenty of evidence to the contrary—but he leaned in as she bit at his lip before telling him her own name. Just the first name though...hmm. Well, he'd get the rest of her name out of her eventually, if he didn't learn it from another source through osmosis. He sighed a little as she worked on his neck. “Abby,” he sighed quietly, near her ear. The Slytherin was now prepared to stay out here all night, consequences be damned. Judging by her reaction as she pulled away, Abby was hovering on that same fence. Which kind of made it worse for him, which probably made it worse for her too...what a delicious cycle. The dark warrior had never encountered someone like this. They each seemed to feed off of the other's vibes. If they were on the same page—and they had most certainly spent the afternoon on the same page—they didn't need to communicate at all.
“If it wasn't going to get us expelled I'd just suggest we stay here but...”
That would be perfectly acceptable to Theo. But then, he'd been homeschooled most of his life. If she didn't want to be expelled, he would respect that. And if she didn't, he didn't either. Still it was frustrating to have Abby peel herself away from him. Once she was sitting up, she stared hard at him, like she was annoyed that he hadn't come along sooner than he had. Theo merely smirked back, even when she playfully slapped him. He was smirking because he knew she hated this too, which made him feel pretty good, especially when she leaned in to kiss him again. His hands traveled down to her legs, and he grabbed hold tightly, standing up without shifting Abby in the slightest, holding her weight up just to continue the kiss a little longer. Even when he carefully let her legs down so she could stand herself, he refused to break the kiss. If this was the last one of the night, he would be sure she wanted to come back for more. Well...he was already sure of it, but Theo figured one could not be too convinced in this situation.
Alright alright fine. He pulled his main wand out, waving it vaguely out at the field, even as he wrapped his left arm tightly around Abby's neck, pressing his forehead to hers. “We should do this again sometime, Little Girl.” Like now would be a great ti—NO. Focus. He sighed, finally looking away over the field, where a procession of brooms, bats, and crates were floating toward them through the night sky, courtesy of his Summoning Charms. Theo unwrapped his arm from Abby's neck, then with a low growl of frustration, fully detached from her. He reached out and grabbed his broom and bat—was it his bat? For all he knew they had managed to switch at some point—then regarded Abby with a raised eyebrow. Finally, he grinned again. A little poke at their competitive spirits would break this spell and get them back to the castle in time to avoid trouble. “Of course you realize no amount of affection will keep me from destroying Gryffindor in the next Quidditch match.”