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Post by tristain hayden on Mar 13, 2010 0:45:38 GMT -6
It was the sun shining through the window that woke Tristain up. It wasn’t real sun of course. The classroom was in basement, but some professor long ago had installed an enchanted window that mimicked the real weather or something. Tristain didn’t know the details. It wasn’t like this classroom was actually used for classes anymore. Mostly hormone driven teenagers.
Tristain was not alone in the room. Laying with her head on his chest and her leg wrapped around Tristain’s was none other than Shenea. The two had bumped into each other in the kitchen the night before and flirted as usual. Then the lovely hormones had driven them to this room, a frequent spot for their flings over the years. Her body was covered by the sheet (there were a few sheets in the room to cover some of the old desks), but Tristain couldn’t help but stare at her for a few moments. She was ridiculously sexy. Nobody could deny that fact. However when she was sleeping it was a lot easier to see how beautiful she was. When she was awake the way she talked, walked, held herself, everything really made the sexy over power the beautiful.
Ah now he was sounding like some sort of artsy, pansy guy, which he was not. It was time to get Nene back to sexy. He kissed the top of her head and pulled his arm that was looped around her bare hips closer to him. “Good morning Gorgeous,” he said smirking. He really was rather pleased with himself. He had gone to the kitchen for a sandwich and now he was waking up with the sexiest girl in the school after a very satisfying night.
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Post by shenea itotia on Mar 13, 2010 1:37:01 GMT -6
The previous night had been a real shocker. Shenea had gone to the kitchen for something to eat. Nothing more, and nothing less. What she left with was a full blown, full course meal. She'd left the kitchen and retreated to a familiar empty classroom. From that point on, things got hot and heavy with one of her favorite Slytherins, and she spent the night in Tristan's embrace- or something more gutteral to say the least.
When dawn broke, the charmed window didn't phase her in the slightest. She was comfortable, warm, and snuggled up against Tristan- though snuggling wasn't exactly the right word. Her head was on his chest, her arm around his middle, and a leg hitched up and laid across his legs. The sheet they had covered with was still revealing flesh. It left her arms bare, dipped dangerously close to her bust, was raised somehow to show her stomach and the crest of her hip and upper thigh, covered her knee, then left the rest of her legs bare.
When Tristan stirred, Nene merely sighed and adjusted herself against him to remain comfortable. Words, however, kept her from remaining asleep. She cracked one eye open, then the other and tipped her head back to look up at him. A soft, sleepy noise sounded in her throat and she stretched her back (without untangling herself from him) and yawned. "Hm....Morning to you too..." she mumbled, pressing her lips to the underside of his chin before nestling her face against his throat.
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Post by tristain hayden on Mar 14, 2010 0:52:14 GMT -6
He could get used to waking up like this every morning. Depending on how well their little game went this situation might be repeated several times over the next few weeks. Perhaps he’d stretch it out for awhile. Not to the point of a real relationship of course. Tristain didn’t want that. Relationships led to problems and life was much easier without them. Besides, Nene wasn’t the relationship type either. Not yet anyways. One day she’d get married to some elite pureblood and bear his children. He hoped she wouldn’t be miserable, but he seriously doubted it. Maybe she would get lucky though, for a while at least.
Tristain made a growling, rumbling sort of noise that vibrated his throat against her face. Then the Slytherin male lifted the brunette’s chin to kiss her properly. He pressed his lips to hers, but he didn’t just stop there. He deepened the kiss their mouths moving in unison. After a few minutes he broke apart. “How did you sleep?” he asked Nene smirking. “I myself slept very well. I haven’t slept that well in quite some time actually,” he told her pressing his lips against hers again. |
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Post by shenea itotia on Mar 18, 2010 19:26:19 GMT -6
A deep, passionate kiss was a nice thing to wake up to in the morning. Shenea happily returned it, leaning in to allow the deepening without protest or hesitation. When Tristan pulled back, Nene made a soft, pleased sound, and kept her eyes closed until he spoke to her.
The lids opened to half mast over green eyes, and for a moment Shenea just peered at him. His question was considered, as was his addition to it. Slowly a smile spread across the brunette's lips and she pressed a soft, brief kiss against his mouth again before replying, "Well, what little I did sleep was pleasant." she stated, looking highly amused, "Though, next time I say we find a more comfortable place. The stone floor isn't the softest surface to sleep on."
It was an invitation to keep on with their trysts as well as a statement of the obvious. True, it was teasing in nature, but there was truth behind their words. The two of them had been a little too occupied with one another to bother to take the time to conjure up a mattress of some sort to lay on. Just sheets to cover the floor and their bodies. Not that she was complaining, of course. The night had been brilliant, and Shenea hadn't been with someone who knew how to please her so well in quite a long time. It was the ease of long practice, she supposed, and she and Tristan were far from strangers in this department. And it was so worth it, as always.
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Post by tristain hayden on Apr 18, 2010 1:07:37 GMT -6
Tristain laughed. The stone floor was rather hard and rather cold. It didn’t really bother him, but for their future trysts a bed would probably be far more suitable. The two of them had gotten together in some rather unusual places, but if this was going to become something long term (well longer than a fling or two at least) they should find a better spot. “Well there’s always the dorms I suppose, but that’s over done, and I’d hate to wreck your reputation,” he teased.
He didn’t draw attention to it, but obviously she was suggesting that their flings continue. They had sort of joked about it the previous night, but things that were said late at night didn’t always hold true the morning after. He was happy about it. The two always had fun together and Nene was as sexy as the girls in this school came. They never regretted their little flings. It had never been more than a few get togethers in a short period of time though and neither one of them did commitment. So it would be interesting, to say the least.
Tristain held on to Shenea’s waist and rolled so that she was on top of him instead of on the hard ground. “How’s that?” he asked kissing her neck. “Are you more comfortable now?” he whispered in her ear. It had to be close to class time, but those kind of thoughts were far from Tristain’s mind.
[[Blah. Sorry it took so long. >.>]]
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