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Dec 23, 2018 20:32:42 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 23, 2018 20:32:42 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Oh.
Could he read minds?
Or was their bonding just so compatible that he could sense her needs?
She had been trying to read his intentions, what he had been trying to do, and make it easier for him, but then things shifted literally.
She was pushed off balance and onto her back, a sudden expulsion of air leaving her panting. He now had her pinned just as she had him a few moments prior and her breath hitched.
His rather innocent touch and exploration had her skin tingling and her eyes shut as she focused on the sensations.
This was more than just touch and comfort, she shifted, hooking a leg over a hip pulling him closer as she rewarded him with yet another little noise, encouraging him onward with his touch, arching against him, begging for it.
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Dec 23, 2018 20:48:24 GMT
Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2018 20:48:24 GMT
Having success in any venture tended to bring out more effort in Regulus which was fairly logical. having success at pinning a woman brought some other things to the fore front of his mind maybe not as good, but effort came with them. With her one side partly pinned with his body, his hand was able to get good access to his current goal. He saw her eyes closed and felt her not pushing him off so she wanted this good! But what he wanted to do the most was blocked by the jumper! A swift incantation under his breath, a focus of his interests, and Rose's jumper undid itself giving him easier access.
While normally used on one's personal clothing, there was no restriction in the spell on using it on anothers amusingly enough. Her clothing (he focused on) tried to move out of his way the farthest distance possible. Since she had arms, this meant the jumper could not go very far, trapped by his weight and hers, but it peeled back like a banana skin to each side, giving him a wide open look. Since he had focused on her top however the rest of her lower clothes stayed firmly put. With that done, he whispered the incantation again on his own. His shirt unbuttoned but did no more then move aside not trying to come off, but his shoes untied themselves and slipped off the bed followed by his socks.
Rose used one leg to pull him closer and his jeans took the chance to come loose down his leg leaving him in his boxers, an odd feeling sensation of movement but worth it. Her leggings could not free themselves from their combined weight on the left side, but as he shifted with her they and jeans yanked and mutually slipped off. Ducking his head as her strap from underneath the jumper snapped open and fled, he found his fingers able to tweak her more directly. Meanwhile he dove in to use his mouth on the other which was harder then it looked. Freed from constraints, the spot moved and he had to chase it with his tongue first before he could get to where he could kiss it.
Unseen their clothes made it a few feet from the bed (the pants from both in some sort of twisted entanglement much like their owners) and lay out on the floor. His shoes and socks made it to the couch slipping underneath. He could feel her leg against his skin on skin and that seemed more then a success somehow! Very personal. Kissing this particular feature however gave him other thoughts and he tried using his tongue the most, sucking a bit same time to see if her reaction would tell him whether he was doing the right thing or not. Meanwhile her bra landed itself onto the lampshade which tilted slightly in universally accepted style.
Rose Romola Lupin,
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Dec 23, 2018 21:22:40 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 23, 2018 21:22:40 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
What?
Her brain was struggling to figure out how they'd gotten this far. But they had, and here they were.
If she had to admit to herself, and she was admitting to herself, he was a natural - or possibly a quick study.
She missed the incantation he whispered but felt it's effects instantly. Clothing retreated, leaving her exposed - she was still in her underwear, but that wasn't much protection against the lion above her.
While she was sure he hadn't focused on the smaller details of the situation, the thought actually occurred to her at this point. Her ivory-skin was littered in scars ranging in depth and severity. Some fresh, given by their pinkish quality, a tell-tale sign the full moon had only been a few days ago. She bit her lip, feeling self-conscious and she reprimanded herself, you are beautiful, your scars are part of you. He knows what you are.
Touch and mouth the combination of the two now on bare skin had her writhing beneath him, her fingers tangling into his hair, just barely remembering her nails, she retracted her hand. She was at a loss of where to touch as he experienced his journey of a particular part of her body.
The sensations had her biting her lip, but that did not stop the noises of encouragement she was giving him.
Merlin, help me, she thought briefly to herself. The emotional connection combined with this had her off-kilter, only wanting to proceed as he wanted.
But he need not worry about if he was doing well, the heated colour of her skin, uneven breathing and erratic breathing would tell him all he needs to know.
She was set aflame by him, primed to combust like a phoenix on a burning day.
"Reg..." the utterance of his name was... pleading, and the look in her eyes matched it. She wanted more...
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Dec 23, 2018 21:49:40 GMT
Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2018 21:49:40 GMT
With the shade of the lamp now partially covered and titled, the room was darker then before on one side where the bed was, the other half of the room (and partial ceiling) brightly lit. The curtains were firmly closed against watchers from earlier in the day and shaded the rest of the room in darkness; only the lamp gave any light. What light there was showed a few details. The flower printed bedcover was cream colored setting off both their legs, matching pale white and wrapped around each other. While she was under him his brightly orange boxers stood out, the most color visible. His shirt while open between them covered his back and arms where as her jumper could be seen on both arms from the sides only.
On the floor a pair of leggings and jeans shifted, following their owner's leg movements from a spell not focused at the moment.
While he was aware of some cuts and bruises, Regulus was far beyond noticing details of her damaged skin, far more interested in his current focus. Her sounds encouraged him farther and he put in the effort, using his tongue and fingers as best he could figure, feeling her movements proving he was right. He felt her hand in his hair a moment, his name on her lips, and he knew there would be no better moment in his life then this one knowing without out a doubt how much she felt for him. Flushed, emboldened, energized, Regulus contemplated something he had never before assuming it would only happen after his parents forced him into a marriage to some hand-picked girl.
A look down and his eyes showed a connection he had not contemplated before. He released her above and his hand moved to her last clothing...
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After a time of unquenchable beauty, Regulus became aware of himself lying on his back, a head on his shoulder, his arm along her form. His look of wonder at her face showed he didn't care about scar or cuts, classical beaut or art, her face was a true beauty in his eyes. Turning to her slightly his hand cupped her cheek, admiring her as her eyes opened. "You are simply the most amazing woman I know. Ever. How could you possibly live by yourself so long knowing what was possible. what glory you could live?" His nakedness bothered him not a bit, though hers was still a sense of amazement and contentment both. true trust, total openness.
Wow. "I really don't want to ever leave here. In this perfect moment I think will always be with me. Do you ever wonder at yourself. see yourself the way I do?" In his eyes there was no doubt how he saw her and what he accepted from and about her. With his free hand he glided over her skin, face, neck, chest, stomach. There was no inch of her he had not explored, seen, nor him for her. He had never realized how empowering sharing oneself could be either, though if this situation was ever heard about outside these walls...
Rose Romola Lupin
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Dec 23, 2018 22:16:22 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 23, 2018 22:16:22 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She was lost to the sea, then, only registering what was happening when it happened. He had seemed to reach the same conclusion as she and bestowed it upon her with beauty. Utter beauty.
She surfaced sated, yet energized, yet feeling like a lazy cat all in the same. She could feel his eyes upon her, which caused her to flush still. The room was shaded, so her imperfections were barely noticeable as they were.
His hand cupped her cheek, commanding her attention to him. His words struck her off guard.
"Glory is difficult, for once, such as I, Regulus..." her throat was tight with emotion, and the force of it overwhelmed her as tears slid down her cheeks. "I have not wondered once, I am aware of some gifts, but found them all useless in the face of the beast that hides under my skin."
The way he was looking at her, however, made his words absolutely clear to her of what he was seeing. Her skin still scorched, she shivered as he bestowed his touch against her once again.
Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into the touch, mouth open with a gasp. There was no turning back from this sort of affection, it was all head-on, so to speak.
"Though," her next response, she regarded as somewhat cheesy. "With my reflection in your eyes... I am beginning to truly see."
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Dec 23, 2018 22:51:17 GMT
Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2018 22:51:17 GMT
Why couldn't a werewolf and a dark wizard date? Wouldn't it make more sense if dark minded types stayed together, settled into families away from the outsiders? What would he give up to live like this with her and never return to school? The idea of little cubs rolling around on the floor made him shake his head. How had he ever contemplated that one? Werewolves had babies like anyone else did, silly one, he thought to himself. A look at her beside him and his smile expanded, contemplating the memory of the last hour.
Did they have time to do that again?
Her tears bothered him, greatly. He wiped them away with his fingers awkwardly. "No, no, in this moment you can not say that and look me in the eyes, Rose." He got up close to her eyes, intent on making her hear him. "You are remarkable and capable of true beauty and as your packmate you can not tell me otherwise. I know you, your skin, your mind, your voice..." He kissed her, softly. "I see no monster here, only a remarkable, beautiful woman inside and out. We can deal with anything in time."
Finally she admitted he might be changing her mind and he grinned. "About time you started listening. Do I need to do this all again now to make you start feeling it?" He cupped her, kissed her again adding "I'm going to be a lot more direct in the future I think, lovely Rose..."
Rose Romola Lupin
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Dec 23, 2018 23:49:46 GMT
Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 23, 2018 23:49:46 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
He had a look on his face like he was contemplating a thought when his eyes slid to her and once again she flushed.
She didn't ask him what was on his mind, afraid to hear the thoughts, but his smile when his eyes rested upon her quelled her fears of whatever they might have been.
Packmate. Alpha. Beta. Was she above him or under him. Well, she rather liked being under him, given the last hour. But that was beside the point. The term didn't seem correct anymore. Though she just wasn't much for labels.
She was his, he was hers, to put the short of it. It was a bond, very deep indeed, that went beyond pack dynamics, she thinks.
She was not a monster in his eyes. He knows her.
She knows she was silent, absorbing his claims of her, and she was smiling about it, of course. She felt valued, treasured, wanted, needed, desired. It was a treasure trove of emotions she had only dreamed of, and somehow she had found them all here.
At his suggestion of doing it again, her gaze upon him darkened, knowing her suggestive flirtations would be taken more directly now.
"Mmm, perhaps a little positive reinforcement would help~"
She had lost count on the kisses now, there had been so many fevered ones within the last hour.
"Is that so? Have you studied well? Performed well on the quiz, now it's time for the test?"
She laughed, whole-heartedly.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2018 0:09:02 GMT
In...three days? Well, not even a day's full hours yet he had gone from his life to ****-deep in a relationship stealing from his family and weaving tales to hide a werewolf. Who he was currently naked with and trying to tempt back into more bedroom games despite needing to be heading back home soon. How had thing gotten this crazy? They had been tough for sure before, but now things had gotten absolutely unpredictable. He couldn't help but think to himself that sleeping with a werewolf had to be the most adventuresome thing he had done or probably would do in his life.
A sort of permanent grin had taken over his face during the last hour. It would take awhile to fade, certainly not while the current memories were still in his head. Her comment about positive reinforcement certainly helped! He moved over next to her, nuzzling at her neck slightly, knowing now that she liked it. He raised an eyebrow at her words. "If that was the quiz, then what on earth would the test be. .. " He nearly said "making a baby" but there was no WAY he was mentioning that one!
If his Mother would go crazy finding out he was hanging out with werewolves, what would she do if he had a child...
Kissing her tenderly, his hand came up to cup her cheek again, opening his mouth earlier this time then before and tasting her, delicious! "How am I ever going to resist you. You know if my mother was before us I'd have to try and pretend, right? How could I ever fool her about this? I don't think it's possible."
Rose Romola Lupin
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 24, 2018 0:28:46 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
"That's for you to discover, isn't it?"
Well at least the state of nakedness she would have to take during a full moon night would not be of a bother anymore, she had to admit. In fact, it might be a danger. Given his words, it seemed she'd bewitched him.
She grinned wolfishly.
"I will do my best to prevent any run-ins with Walburga but I'm sure we would think of something. I am careful, however. I ran into you, didn't I?"
In three days her life had changed. For the better. For good? Time would only tell.
But she had a companion. A partner. Someone who cared for her, respected her and her decisions.
It was enough.
She pulled him down for another heated kiss, before giving in to his temptations and the pleasure of his flesh, once more.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2018 0:55:01 GMT
That was a challenge.
Hearing her say it, he decided it hadn't been a tease, she wanted him to do something. What? He thought about it for a minute and remembered something she had said before. As odd as it was, she had wanted him to push her, to take over wasn't that it? The head thing had gotten a response out of her for sure. "Oh yeah, true that. You definitely grabbed my attention there." Could he do that? Be forceful with her the way she wanted?
That was a problem. He had been taught to control, to force submission and to some degree kill. He wanted to be in control, truly, but it would be so easy to go too far for her. She pulled him down for a kiss, deep and intensive and he decided he needed to try. After all, she had said she could handle him. So. As they kissed, he got her wrist first and pushed it up above her head. Then he did the same with the other, using one hand to hold them there, not that she couldn't break free easy enough.
Now. Running his other hand down her frame as he kissed her, he broke the kiss suddenly and rolled her over on her front! Putting his hand in the middle of her back he barked "Don't move!" He pulled at her rear so she came up on her knees a bit and then kissed her on her back, running both hands down her back again and then under her caressing her front. Another kiss to her back. Pulling her leg to the right suddenly, he moved up behind her, glad he saw it looked possible.
He didn't know much about canines, but this one he had heard about.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 24, 2018 1:18:22 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Her hands were lifted above her head, held there, and then she was on her front suddenly. His hand was in the middle of her back, holding her down and she couldn't help the grin that took over her face as he barked at her not to move.
He pulled her up onto her knees and she did have to support herself slightly there, she shivered at his touch, his manipulation. It had her groaning in appreciation. He had trusted himself with her!
She couldn't get the grin off her face.
Now he was alpha, and his name fell from her lips like a mantra.
She would show him she could submit and he would find it enchanting and intoxicating that'll she hoped it might become a favourite past time.
She blinked, her vision coming back to her, panting, and she rolled back over onto her back with a satisfied noise.
"Okay, it's official."
She said this with a grin, her gaze seeking him out.
"I'm hopelessly addicted to you, packmate."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2018 1:44:30 GMT
She behaved, letting him move her, hold her, and command her which he had been a bit worried about. But she did and he was satisfied this might work. He hadn't been entirely sure since this was humans after all, but he had heard of it. Seeing it was possible had allowed him to be more forceful, a smack on her rear, man-handling her. At one point he thought he remembered pulling her head back with a grip in her hair, but overall he thought he had managed without going too far.
When it was finished, she fell aside rolling onto her back and as soon as she did he fell on her, his head on her chest, his arms around her. After a moment he lifted himself up some, looking down at her. "Official? Then I've passed your test, Rose?" Tell me you are happy, tell me you are happy with me. His lips curled up at one end in a puzzled expression. He wasn't sure about this control stuff, but she seemed to really want it more then the other.
Was this a pack thing? Or a Rose thing?
"Packmate?" He thought he saw something more in her smile then that. "You really like it when I'm in control, but I'm concerned about still going too far. I need you understand that when things happen." As they probably would eventually. She spoke about addiction and he smirked. "So then. You're mine I'm yours. And so will the craziness go on under wraps. I accept."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 24, 2018 2:12:10 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She giggled, the concerned look was adorable. But she understood why he was concerned. Concerned about taking it too far. She trusted him, now she just had to get him to trust himself.
She knew how hard that was, especially with being a werewolf.
To trust yourself to be around others to form connections. Though this was the first time she'd really, really, really let someone in that wasn't her brother... well, she had to admit there were some benefits.
Who knew the first person she would really let through every single wall she had pulled up, would snag her so entirely.
Another smile. "Reg, the whole test thing was a tease."
She pulled away and sat up - pushing him upright as well - half resting against the headboard of the bed, a knee bent and her arm draped over that knee. An imitation, of... someone.
A smirk was on her lips as she reached out that hand to drag her fingertips across his chin.
"You've pleased me greatly, Regulus. I shall find you... useful, in the future."
She kept the sinister, yet pleased expression on her face for about two more seconds before giggling again. Leaning forward and pressing her lips against his.
"The word doesn't really fit anymore, does it?" she said softly, looking up. "I'm pretty sure what we have is something more, but I'm not really much for labels. All that matters is we lo-care-" she caught herself with her wording. "-care for each other. Right?"
She smiled at him. "The... control thing. I... I'm glad you're trying. I... I don't want to make things uncomfortable. I want to try and see if I can make that sort of control pleasurable for you. But if it makes you nervous... you don't have to do it any more."
Her fingers are on his cheek again. "I... to explain it, it's masochistic, I know. But to have someone take control, just even for a little bit... it's therapeutic. I've... had to be in control... all my life. Had to control the werewolf, had to control my life. To hand myself over... it's freeing. To hand myself over to you it's exhilarating."
She grinned at him. "You've already proved you can take care of me. I was just... letting go completely."
She blushed slightly. "Hopefully that makes sense. That's... just the way my mind works."
Mine.
The word made her give him a wolfish grin, desire flaring up in her eyes again.
"I agree to that."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2018 2:38:38 GMT
He had a werewolf.
No. He had had a werewolf! And would again!
Even the dark part of him thought this was an accomplishment of some doing and great magic! Well. Okay, it was just a clothes animation, but still it had worked and she had submitted to him. There was a lot of courage running through his veins right now. He sat up not wearing a damn thing and looked around spotting his underwear first. He quirked a finger at it and it hopped up, skittering across the floor to him. He caught it, not wanting to feel that going up his legs to his unmentionables! Seeing his shirt on a chair he motioned and it fell to the floor and came his way.
He turned to look at her and smiled, seeing as her clothes weren't following her gestures since he cast the spell. "Care? Oh I care for you quite a lot." He gestured and her clothes began making their way across the floor to her as his shirt crawled up his back and over his arms. "Though I wish I could stay a lot longer. Next time is going to be quite exciting I think." He smirked.
"Good. I want to remember hearing you say that for a very long time." He had to stop for the pants since he had to balance on a foot at a time and it nearly had him fall over with their eagerness to climb up his legs. Weird. He was having some second thought about that spell. "Now, I need to look at adding some things to your walls don't I..." Stepping over to the wall ahead of his socks which hopped along trying to catch his feet he put a hand on the wall and his eyes closed.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 24, 2018 2:57:28 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She watched as his clothing fixed themselves to him and for some reason found that more alluring them him dressing himself since it was almost like he was posturing for her.
She giggled.
She pulled the oversized jumper over her head, pulling her hair over her shoulder and running a hand through it to tame it. It was easily done, but it still looked as though she'd rolled around in bed.
Which she wanted.
Next was her underwear but she slapped away the rest, knowing she'd just be going to bed soon anyways.
A smirk covered her lips. "I'm sure you'll be remembering lots of things for a very long time. Not everyone has a werewolf lover and survives the night to tell the tale. At least you'll have a tale to spin to the Slytherins at school if they bothered to ask how your summer went."
Her brows quirked in teasing. "That is if it's safe to spill such a tale. Daring conquest of a beautiful lady, with a dangerous secret. Sounds like a book."
She looks to him as he goes over to her wall, she was eager to watch him work, to feel his magic come forth, to embed itself into her walls.
He'd already done so with her heart.
"Ah, yes, you do."
She licked her lips in anticipation, eyes aflame with desire as she watched him work. She didn't know what it was about a powerful wizard at work... but gosh... it was heady and delicious.
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