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Dec 22, 2018 11:28:35 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 11:28:35 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Yes, she had indeed guessed right that he would enjoy figuring it out for himself.
As they say, the journey is just as enjoyable as the destination.
No, she really didn't mind. The next kiss he initiated had a different tone indeed, perhaps playful? Inquisitive?
While the first kiss hadn't really pulled her emotions, though the thought of it had, the second caused her heart to leap in her chest. He was gaining confidence, she could tell, and she smiled into this kiss, humming happily.
He pulled away again, and she followed but halted when she realized what she had done.
This was a very different source of affection, one she could get addicted to easily as well.
She ran her thumb across her bottom lip with a coy grin. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
When he asked if he had gone too far, her eyes darkened, a heat appearing in them as she gazed at him solidly. She wondered if he would pick up on the look in her eyes. "It wasn't too far, no. I could go much farther."
She smiled at him, leaving the suggestion there. "I am starting to believe, yes. I believe that you do see something in me that is indeed, very precious."
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Dec 22, 2018 12:27:20 GMT
Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2018 12:27:20 GMT
He saw her make some connection, her interest more direct. What had happened, had something changed? Were they experiencing the same things? Part of his mind puzzled over that as he saw her caress her lip. "I did! I always wondered what it was like cause there were a lot of, um--" Should he finish that thought? Hmm, maybe not. At her look though he realized he had to say something.
"I probably should not have said it. But there were quite a few night time adventures in the dorm with mixed genders. Sometimes I just gave up and went to look out the glass. Hard to sleep with that going on. Had no idea it could get so loud." Further? What? Friction wasn't the end then. One eyebrow went up in curiosity about what the next stage was. "I'd like that too then."
His hand came back around, touching the end of her chin as he moved closer and tried another kiss. Turning his lips as he kissed her, he found himself getting much more out of this then he had expected! He also found out after a moment he could breath through his nose meaning he didn't have to break away from her so several minutes passed. He also tried opening his mouth a bit more, surprised when she mimicked his move. Unconsciously, his hand moved down the side of her neck, curving around as if to support her neck, his other coming to rest on her leg below him.
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Dec 22, 2018 13:14:15 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 13:14:15 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Her dark look lit up with amusement.
"Ah, indeed." He was so innocent, so endearing, and it gave her almost a sort of rush of power, in a way. "It was loud indeed."
However, she had no further comment, not wanting to enlighten him to what had been the cause of all the noise. Though, she agreed that it was very loud, and really who knew sixteen and seventeen-year-olds could be so... active? Though, she was sure it wasn't just limited to those particular age groups.
He went in for a third and the look of curiosity made her smile. When his hand slid to her neck, she shivered, having not been subject to the intensity of this sort of.... affection ever. Such an adventure she was having.
She could tell she had made him curious about what she meant when she said 'further', and figured it was good as time as any to turn things up a notch. He was giving her the perfect opportunity, literally speaking.
Her fingers tips brushed against his jaw as she slowly deepened the kiss. Those fingers sinking into his hair, nails scratching gently at his scalp before coming to rest, not wanting to overwhelm him with too many sensations at once.
Tentatively, she drew her tongue across his bottom lip, waiting for some form of resistance. Finding none, she carried on, slowly slipping in between his parted lips and against his own tongue.
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Dec 22, 2018 13:32:07 GMT
Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2018 13:32:07 GMT
Experimentation was something Regulus normally made notes about in different fields of study. Going out on a limb this way was going to be rather risky, not to mention nerve racking for him. So many ways that this could go horribly wrong in his mind and he didn't want that! No, he wanted this to be perfect, show her that he was someone to be with of course. Surely that was possible. His understanding of how human relationships went was only guided by watching his parents and Sirus from a distance.
These examples were a horrible thing to use as a roadmap.
Kissing was far more then he had thought, but not nearly as noisy as he had expected. Was he better at being quiet then or was this a werewolf thing? That was an idea, surely they had some natural animal magnetism in all of this. Reg almost thought it had something to do with the fur then realized that was stupid thinking. It wasn't like she was going to-- During a full m-- He paused. Had he said or asked her about any of that? No, he was pretty sure he had not yet.
"Rose, you will tell me what to do when it gets close to the moon time right? I've heard it's very hard right after it and I want you to be sure and warn me so I can be here to help out." He searched her eyes, hoping it wasn't something she was embarrassed about or upset about the details. They were a-- wait! Were they still a pack if they became a couple? At least he understood this was not the time to ask such a question!
Reg did notice her shiver, hoping it was a good thing. He took it as a good sign when she intensified things with her nails, a deliciously (he was surprised that word came to mind) dangerous thing with a werewolves nails heightening how risky this all was! THAT got him in particular, causing him to sink into her mouth more, leaning more into it all, deepening it further then expected. He felt himself leaning into her body his hand still holding her neck, but sliding up some, keeping her from pulling away from him. Amazing! He had rarely felt so good, enjoyed any contact before in nearly this way, but after a few moments his fingers tightened in her hair--
And he suddenly pulled back forcing his fingers to stop because of the sudden urge he had felt of forcefulness, of control! His face was flushed, his breathing ragged as he stared at her with big eyes! Getting off her lap quickly he moved to the edge of the couch, hitting himself in the leg to make himself hurt for that thinking and the natural way it had surfaced! "Merlin! Oh I'm sorry I'm sorry!" His hand shook at his reaction, the pain it would have caused!
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Dec 22, 2018 14:03:12 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 14:03:12 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
His question about what he should to when came close to the moon had her brows raising but she had an honest answer.
"Unless you have an animagus form, you'll be nowhere near me when it happens. You'll leave thirty minutes before moonrise, and return thirty minutes after moon fall."
She seemed rather firm in the details like she had figured it out to the exact timing. Of course, she would have.
She sighed heavily. "It is very hard, depending on what sort of accommodation I have. Back at Hogwarts, we were able to run freely in the Forest, therefore there was less risk of me hurting anyone, including myself.
Now that I'll be locking myself up here... well, I can't guarantee I'll come out completely unscathed. I just do hope I don't go after my face."
She wasn't vain, but she knew she was pretty. Scars on her face would be a shame, and she felt she just really wouldn't be able to pull it off like her brother seemed to be able to.
She used a glamour for her arms and legs, so she didn't have to go about in long sleeves and pants all the time.
She felt the tightening of his fingers in her hair and she smiled mentally, a little noise of content forming in the back of her throat but it was cut short when he suddenly pulled away, and it was a complete pull away.
She barely registered the sinking feeling in her chest but it was soon overridden by a wash of confusion as he seemed to punish himself in a way like a house-elf who'd disobeyed a direct order.
She caught his hand to stop him from continuing with the self-harm, gripping it tightly and bringing it to her lips.
Her free hand went to his cheek, turning his head to look at her.
"It's okay. I'm not hurt. It didn't hurt. You didn't hurt me. I--I liked it. Pulling my hair in that sort of situation wasn't a bad thing."
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Dec 22, 2018 19:40:38 GMT
Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2018 19:40:38 GMT
Knowing she meant business, and not in anyway wishing to tangle with a werewolf at the wrong time, he nodded at her firm numbers. "I'm not, though I am studying it in class this year. How does that make a difference?" Unsure about it, he had understood that the form followed closely on the patronous though they could be different with some people. If his followed suit the only way he would be near her would be underwater.
Looking around surprised, he wondered about that not having thought about it's solidity. "Oh. I didn't think about that. I can help there, a few wards will be a bit unusual though." There was a column spell he might use, though he had heard that werewolves were immensely strong. He bit the edge of his mouth, thinking of what might work best out of his possible routes there.
Voluntary containment wasn't the normal way of those sorts of spells.
Dating a werewolf would be easier then trying to keep one. Regulus however tried to surrender to the moment still, but the instincts his parents had raised him with came to the fore and rather then her witnessing that part unexpectedly and forcefully he managed to prevent. When she caught his hand he stopped, letting her move it on her own, a wistful expression when she kissed it. Her quieting comments brought a big sigh from him.
"It's not you or I guess it's not what you think." Looking at the floor he took a deep breath and let it out again before reaching over and pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly. "I told you there were bad secrets I could not tell you about. I can hint at this one I guess. My parents were raised to believe in their superiority. Controlling others. They've passed down a lot of that and trained me in some things I can't talk about, but when I felt my fingers getting ready to follow through with one of those I had to get away from you."
'I don't want to hurt you,' he thought to himself, but on some level he did. She was a werewolf, beneath him, a slave for a purpose of destruction. He took what he wanted and what he wanted was her. HER! As if he was ever supposed to mix himself into-- His mouth grew thin, his brows coming down with his attempt to clear this thinking, bred into him. Rose was worth it, he told himself not for the first time, but force felt good... Control was even better. Submission was--
His eyes closed, remembering. "Father has made me practice some things since I was small. One of those was about to happen, slamming your head into something hard like the wall to make you more submissive is what my instincts were telling me to do." Holding her tighter, he whispered in her ear "It's like I forgot it was you for a minute. I..." Close enough to the truth really. "I can't untrain those things right now. They are keeping me safe at the moment from other secrets I will not hint at."
Regulus frowned, quite serious (no pun intended damn you brother). "I think if we continue I need to have my hands tied together." Submission was a delight, he reminded himself, his fingers flexing as he remembered her nails on his skin, her hair wrapped around his fingers...
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Dec 22, 2018 22:40:22 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 22:40:22 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She smiled at him at this.
"It doesn't really make a difference. Though having another animal near, one that can defend itself, I should add, keeps us from hurting ourselves."
She shrugs. "My brother's friends figured that out. Remus' favourite is Sirius, obviously. A Dog for the son so aptly named after the Dog Star."
She looks at him with a gleam in her eyes, "I wonder what yours will be, son named after the Leo?"
She giggles.
"If you have wards that will help protect me, I will gladly accept them. Being restrained will also help me not hurt myself. Perhaps a nice heavy dose of calming draught administered before the change would be acceptable as well."
She looks around the room. "With the calming draught and the right restraints, I should be okay. Pitiful, but okay."
She pondered his explanation, finding an unexpected but not unpleasant thrill shoot up her spine and she bit into her bottom lip, wondering if he would accept her response. While the thought of tieing his hands and having him submit to her was a thrilling thought, but at this current time, she wouldn't initiate that.
She did a mental evaluation, running a checklist in her mind, and she could agree that having her head slammed into a wall wasn't very attractive. Some other things, however....
She didn't know how to breach the subject, but she wished she had access to the material that she had learned such things from. Damn her brother and those novels. Where did he even find such things anyway?!
"No, we can't have them untrained, no. In fact, I wonder if it would be beneficial to be subject to those things."
She looked at him curiously for a moment. Suddenly she's got his hands together, in a show of strength that may be of a surprise for a female of her stature, conveniences of being a werewolf. She's stronger than she looks.
"I can restrain you," she said this lowly in nearly a growl, her own instincts flaring up. "But I don't want to. I don't want to curb your instincts. I don't want you to submit to me."
She inhales, releasing his hands. "We can test the theory, I want to see where that instinct leads you when it comes to me. If it's something undesirable, I can and will stop you."
She gives him a grin, a finger trailing along his jaw. She leaned in, pressing a soothing kiss there as well.
"I trust you."
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Dec 22, 2018 23:09:15 GMT
Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2018 23:09:15 GMT
It was not often that this happened. Regulus' mouth dropped open revealing his perfectly white teeth.
He goggled at her a moment. "Hold on, wait. He--" Oh no this was just too surprising! "he managed an animagus?? Are you-- kidding me?!" Well two coul-- hang on hang on! If he had heard her right she said 'friends.' Did that mean the entire GROUP had managed it? Even Pettigrew?? He straightened slightly. The h3ll with that, if they could he could manage it easily. Determination set in.
His brother. A dog. Hah, with his ego he probably thought he was the dog star itself.
"I have an idea. It's usually similar but not always to a" he waved his wand "Expecto Patronum!" and the silvery torpedo ray swam out of his wand, circling her twice before making it''s way around the room with eerily quiet and graceful moves, turning it's bottom towards the outside wall. He watched it with pride as it circled for a moment before turning back to the matter at hand. "So unless you fall in the ocean probably not much help."
A nod. "Pick a spot where you don't walk much and I can set something up to help. It will have to have a verbal on and off I think. Will you be noisy you think?" He was thinking about which he would like when she said the very startling thing! "Excuse me? Baking soda?" Beneficial? What the heck... "I...I don't understand what you mean. Like, you want to try that?" Frowning in confusion he looked at her before he said suspiciously "Why would you let yourself be forced into anything?"
Rose grabbed his hands suddenly and with a strength he was quite caught off guard with! His jaw dropped open for a second time in as many years at her words! She didn't want-- wasn't that what most girls-- Wow. "...Really?" And then a moment later "You want-- well I can tell you where it will go! And--" He broke off, knowing that was not something he should say to a woman of any age. Dying off quietly like a drain he added "Uh...a lot of clothes going away that's what." And she said she trusted him?
Shoot. Now he had to do it. "Blimey..." He swallowed. Did she not know how nasty people could be? He had been raised to be one of those and now she was asking him to run with it? He frowned at her suddenly, pulling back slightly. "I'm not convinced this is a good idea. You may hate me after this. Merlin, I might hate myself for this later!"
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Dec 22, 2018 23:44:44 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 22, 2018 23:44:44 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She giggled at him as she saw the flame of determination ignite in his eyes.
"Indeed, all three of them," she confirmed his thoughts, another laugh.
She watched as he cast his patronus. Well, perhaps the animagus thing wouldn't work out. A wolf hanging out with a torpedo ray would be an amusing thing as it was. But he was right if his animagus form took a similar form... ah well.
She nodded at him, her eyes glancing around the flat visually picking out a spot. Near the fire would be ideal. As she would have to be... oh.
Her gaze returned to him and she grinned. He assumed it would go that far. She rose a brow.
"Brave of you to think that far ahead, but I was just saying that we would explore where that instinct of your led... because what you're speaking of nothing to be afraid of."
She sighed softly, "if you're uncomfortable, I won't press the issue. It's merely a suggestion... I want.... us to be comfortable with each other."
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Dec 22, 2018 23:57:22 GMT
Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2018 23:57:22 GMT
Regulus had a vague knowledge about the training and how it took a great deal of magic to manage it. Then get registered too. Oh he had never really been excited about the prospect of being an animagus before, merely curious about how it worked and what you had to do, but now? Now he was determined. His brother had been so good at stuff, inflated ego always saying he was the best of all worlds, that he was the end all. Ego the size of a country pretty much. No, he'd have to go through with it now. He'd better go find that book when he got home and start memorizing it then.
No way he would allow another Black to be first in this case. Remembering younger days, little Regulus had crawled into his brother's room on several occasions, especially after he left home trying to recapture some of those good memories. And Sirus had left most everything behind like an exploding carpet bomb. Digging through the piles had been entertaining before his Mother had set fire to most of it in the rubbish bins. A few things remained stashed away, carefully.
After a few rounds, the patronus became an automatic protector for the moment, gliding along with the elegance of any high society types, beautifully silver in the room. It made his heart swell a bit just seeing it, feeling better. "Handsome but not much help. Sorta sums me up don't you think?" His eyes said he thought she would honest if she agreed with him! Picking a spot of floor away from the windows, he was filling in the details himself as he imagined the column and it's placement. The circle would go right about over th-- What?
"Nothing to be afraid of. Just because you are strong and confident? Merlin." A shake of his head. "Trust me, I really am impressed with you, but you're asking me to take these hands which have cracked skulls open and be rough with your head. It's not just about what you feel but what I will." The frown deepened. He wanted to be comfortable too, but... "Look, just try not to use your nails again, I think that was what called it up. That was maybe a bit too much right then, okay?"
He plopped back down on the couch, his mind really whirling.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 23, 2018 0:27:53 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She watched the patronus as well, finding something soothing about watching it.
"Mm, very handsome... but you've been of immense help for me."
She reaches out for him, his hand, wanting to draw him back towards her, to be close.
She relented to his worries, nodding. She'll just avoid it for now.
She looked to him before her eyes turned back towards the flat.
"If... we could do it near the fire, I'd appreciate it," she swallows thickly. "I... normally do the change... um... naked."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2018 1:03:41 GMT
An embarrassed shrug. "Okay yes, but not very helpful when we are both changed I mean, silly Rose," he shook his head with a chuckle. She reached out a hand and he took it, letting himself be guided back closer to her. What an odd time here. Rose asked him to put what he had by the fire and he nodded, twitching a look at her last comment. "Oh. Oh right, clothes would get ripped up right?" Trying not to think of her without a shirt, he slipped off the couch and knelt near the fire.
Drawing with his fingers in rapid but sure strokes he created a form in the dust, a circle about three feet in diameter working on it silently for about two minutes before holding his hand over it. For a moment nothing happened, then the space he had drawn glowed, lightly orange before fading into a flat yellow circle of symbols. Standing he took his wand and tapped the fireplace front, the word culumn. "You say this when you are standing in the circle and again to get it off, all right?"
He stepped into it and said "Culumn" and disappeared inside a bronze column reaching straight to the ceiling, polished and smooth. Inside was narrow and small but very very secure. She could not hear anything from inside then suddenly it was gone and he stepped over to her. Taking her hand he motioned for her to join him and stepped back inside. Checking she was entirely inside with him required pulling her close indeed! "Objections?"
He slid his hands down over her rear as he quickly said "Culumn!" and they were pressed tightly together, the smile on his face naughty enough. "Snug? Think this will work?" The smile got a bit bigger. "Like it?" He couldn't have moved his hands if he had tried because they were so cramped in the space. "Okay, not as easy with two I guess, no real wiggle room." Not to mention all the bits being shoved up against her!
"Culumn." They fell apart again, and he let his hands back up to her waist. "That should do for that. Or at least help, it's remade each time you summon it." His gaze turned to the wall, and he focused. "Now, about your interior...That needs more attention I think." He stepped over, putting a hand on the wall a minute.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 23, 2018 1:36:01 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She smiled, both at his comment and the look he gave her when she admitted rather shyly the conditions of her change.
Honestly, she said it to see if it would strike some sort of interest, and, unless she was reading him wrong, it did indeed spark something.
He pulled away though and she leaned over the couch to watch him draw, she suspected, runes into the dust. Impressive. Very impressive. And very dark magic, she assumed.
She nodded at the instructions and languidly followed him as he positioned her in the circle. From his demonstration, it seemed it was also noise cancelling. That's was useful, indeed.
She shook her head at his question of objection, blushing as he pulled her close and activated the spell again and was pushed even closer to him, his hands in a... interesting place. Her smile grew dark again as she pressed herself closer to him.
"Very snug, I very much like it," she grins, pressing her lips to his neck. "I assume it'll adjust to whatever size I need to, so I won't necessarily have to be standing for the entire time?"
He deactivated the spell, but she did not pull away from him, letting him step away from her and looks to her walls.
"I assume you're meaning wards," a flirty smile appeared on her lips. "I wouldn't mind watching you work. I've cast what I know."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2018 2:01:44 GMT
Naked. Yeah he would never be able to stop looking at her chest now. Goodness, how was one supposed to resist a werewolf in the first place? His Mother wasn't going to just kill him, he'd probably be kept alive in a cage for a few years. He felt her eyes on him as he drew and knew she was curious; this was originally supposed to be an entrapment spell, but it had several variations fortunately. Only the caster had the ability to lock it fortunately so she would be safe from just about anyone here.
Well. As long as he kept control.
As she had pressed him about trying things, several spells had run through his head for fastening a victim down, but this was not something he was going to bring up either. She did admit liking being so close and he flushed a bit "I think we'll need more room to breath though so let's wait for the be--I mean the couch! I--" Regulus quickly got rid of the column and distracted himself to avoid her eyes. My goodness he was getting himself in trouble.
He was studying what she had done when she said something curious. Reg looked at Rose, ran back what he had just said, and then she could see when he realized his mistake. "Uh, Yeah those. I wouldn't be trying to spell your--" Stop. Purse lips as ears go crimson. Take a deep breath. "I must sound a fool to you." He shook his head at himself. Here he was trying to help her, but he kept making slips.
Tossing his hands up he walked over to her and put his arms around her neck touching hands behind. "Fair is fair, I'll be still while you decide what you want to mess with me about. I seem to be unable to keep my mouth shut with the wrong comments tonight."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 23, 2018 2:43:53 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She caught his gaze and grinned all the more, "what was that? Wait for the bed?"
Her grin turned teasing again and her brows rose, head tilting.
"Fool? Not at all. I just seem to be very good at disrupting your thoughts."
His arms went around her neck and she smiled, her hands resting on his hips. "There are no wrong comments from you, my love." Her cheek pressed against his. She pulls away slightly.
"What if I do not want you to be still?"
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