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Originally Posted by i m a g i n e
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Cosette smiled at the thought. She was now pretty glad he was stationed in the Ravenclaw house like her. They could spend some more time together. "Oui, that zounds great." She had only heard a little bit of him playing the first night. She was sitting on the stairs to the girls dorm, reading up on defensive spells and whatnot. Now she couldn't wait to hear what he could play for her. And just her. "I can get a private playing from ze most handzome guy at school." Winking, she let out a small chuckle. He really was.
Laughing, she playfully poked him in the chest. Not to hard, but lightly. "Oui, I would! Maybe even a whole bunny coztume az well." She giggled a tad, her stomach quivering from laughing so much in one day. Goodness he had a positive effect on her. "It wouldn't 'elp with the teaching, but it would be fun, non?" His next words did put a spark of interest in her mind. What would they do? "Mm I 'ave a feeling we could zink of zomething." Yes. Yes they would. Smirk.
She smiled, moving her hand up to fix a tendril of hair that fell on his forehead. "I don't know. You could be zinking of zomething completely different." She didn't know what went through a guys head. She had snogged and been with plenty of guys, but she never really understood them. Gasping, she smiled before scrunching her nose when he tapped it. "Would you like me to get off zen?" Her eyebrows peaked up in a questioning manner. She had a feeling he wouldn't want her too.
She had kept her breath stuck in her throat, not wanting to make any sound in this moment. They were so close and so intertwined with the moments, she didn't even know where they were. She had been told this was an odd feeling. He moved his face into her palm, making her smile and blush. His chest was warm and strong, making her fingers curl up into the fabric of his shirt. It was thin an soft, but the skin underneath was hot and probably soft too. What she would do to touch it. Feeling a strange beating underneath, she recognized it to be his heart. It was pumping fast and hard, she could almost hear it in her ears.
His words made her break out of the instant drumming of his heart beat. Smiling, she made a clucking noise with her tongue. "Let me get my bookz and my trinketz and we can run zaway tonight!" She chuckled lightly, realizing her faulty southern accent fell away completely. The thought of running away from a large society and using mostly the magic she knew and into the country.. it was romantic. Though, it would be quite difficult to leave behind the want to become a Hit Wizard. Staring into those blue eyes though.. it gave her a sense that it could be somehow possible.
Feeling his touch on her legs and back, she felt the fiery touch it led into her skin. This was entirely different than anything she had ever felt with anyone else. It was exciting, new & foreign. She wanted to drink it up and decipher it and taste it all over again. Running her fingers up from his neck, she ran them through his hair, kissing him deeply and unbidden. She honestly didn't want this to end. |
"Most handzome?" he grinned. Hmm, yes he liked the sound of that. Of course, it coming from Cosette only made it ten times better. Rubbing her knee just the slightest with his thumb, he moved his head to glance at the door, but stopped halfway there, instead, turning his attention back to her.
"I’m sorry, I should have brought my guitar here instead." But…
"I guess I was just distracted." Again. Seemingly happened a lot now.
"Non, it would not help wiz teaching." Nor his concentration. Her wearing a bunny costume would be worse than wearing a mask! He could just imagine the bunny tail now. All fluffy and whatnot. Hehe. No! A bunny costume would not be good. Chuckling at the thought, he eyed that little smirk on her face, matching hers with one of his own.
"I suppoze if you want to wear one, you can." It’s not like her could stop her. Or in other words, it’s not like he could make himself stop her.
Noel was quite aware she was fixing a few hairs that probably fell to his forehead, though he hardly noticed them. A small content smile played across his lips. He normally had a thing about people touching his hair, since they never really asked but just ‘did’, and it was typically a little too rough; feeling as though his hair was being pulled out. Out of habit though, he put up with it most of the time with a smile. Cosette’s hands were soft and gentle however. Something he was not quite used to, but found that he enjoyed it.
"Non non." He smirked, shaking his head.
"You are fine right here."
As her hand was on his chest, he took a deep breath, finding that he could feel her hand just a bit more through the fabric of his clothes if he did so. The more he thought about it, the more his heart beat quickened until he couldn’t really stand it anymore. There were a few other girls before, but none of them were like Cosette. Why had he not noticed her before when she was at Beauxbatons? He could blame the books and studying of course, his nose almost pressed up against the words most of the time at the end of the day, hardly noticing anyone else him. Well no, that was a lie. He noticed her, a few glimpses in hallways and such, but never got to know her. Like he wanted to now, of course.
He was brought back to reality from the cute clucking noise she did, causing him to blink a few times. What?
"I forgot about ze books." Why did he forget? He practically lived in them. He supposed ‘pack the bags’ meant pack everything in his mind. Books included. Cosette’s books on the other hand…there were quite a lot. The Beauxbatons student had realized only a few seconds later that she had lost the accent completely.
"For someone held captured wizout zere wand...you seem eager to run away wiz me." he spoke in a quiet tone, his hands unlocking behind her and laying on her either side of her waist.
As the kiss deepened, and her hands ran through his hair, he sat up just a bit so the couch pillows weren’t what was holding him up. Forgetting his own thoughts for just the moment, he decidedly pulled her closer. Not close enough though in his opinion, but he kept at least a small part of alertness in the back of his mind working. It was close enough for now. One of his hands glided its way up her back and intertwined in her blond locks, wanting to see if it was as soft as it looked, yet not too hard.
It felt as if an eternity had gone by; however it went by too quickly. He did need to breathe eventually, and he unwillingly obeyed his mind, pulling back from the kiss just a bit, but keeping his face close to hers. The hand that was rather enjoying the feel of her soft blond hair skimmed the back of her neck, sliding to the side just a bit, feeling the combination of warmth both from her skin and his own on the palm of his hand. Why did he pull back from the kiss again?
Right, breathing. He was finding that it was hard to do though.