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Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | Didn t you get a look at her face? What about the Santa guy that threw you like yesterday s pair of pants? Got a look at his face? because hell, he could be here too.Perry didn t stop his gyrating though, as they were most dancing in the public s eye. To anyone else, they were two lovers, dancing and grinding and whispering into each other s ears. Assumingly loving words to the others.In the corner of his eyes, he spotted a few women that fitted that description, but they were all less suspicious than he assumed they should have appeared. Then again, his motto returned to him in his mind.This business in real life? Boring.It was then that he saw someone watching them, particularly watching Harry. The blonde raised an eyebrow at that person, in which the person seemed to frown at them. Don t fight me. he warned his partner, fingers creeping from the brunette s waist towards the brunette s crotch. The fingertips stopped just at the bulge that was naturally there, massaging the inner thighs and joints as he grinded his hips harder against Harry s ass. After a few moments of basically humping and groping, the watcher seemed to realize that Perry was staking a claim and turned his eyes away from the couple. May we cut in? a deep voice asked, causing Perry to turn his head.Damien. So the other person, the petit woman, must have been Ravan right? Da . but before he could finish the name, the strawberry blonde pulled Perry aside and began to gyrate against him.They were seemingly lost in the throngs of the crowd soon enough, and the woman happily molded herself against Harold. Hello, Mr. Lockhart. Are you having a nice evening? she asked with a silken tone.Meanwhile, Perry was half fighting and half dancing with his ex boyfriend. What the fuck is going on? he asked the other blonde roughly. |
Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | "Yeah, I mean, I got a decent look at her face. She was she was pretty. But in an L.A. way. You know. Doesn't eat enough. Spends too much on her clothes? That sort of pretty. I guess I was looking at her legs more than anything." Harry admitted that, and her shoes, "And I was too busy having my head held underwater when Santa showed his jolly fucking face."He squinted he tried to remember everything that had happened just before Elaine had shown up he'd seen the Santa Clause earlier, hadn't he? Big guy, standing around looking miserable while holding a sign, guy had even glared at him,"He had blue eyes." Harry said pointlessly, "And a fat suit on. Maybe just a pillow under it. Strong as hell, it was like he had 'roid rage."He stiffened a bit when he felt Perry's hand begin to slip downwards but he resisted the urge to pull away it was just for show. Just for show. God damn, he needed more vodka.Van Shrike was suddenly rolling his hips hard against him, fingers touching and massaging his legs, his hips, and it went on long enough that Harry began to feel a buzz of heat in the base of his spine, which turned out to be the most disturbing thing of all. Maybe more vodka was a bad idea after all.Of course, as quickly as it happened, it stopped, because Harry suddenly had warm, soft skin pressing fully against him, the familiar fit of a woman against his body, and he stared, bewildered, at the woman who had pushed onto him she was shorter, with a lot more padding than L.A. girls had and her hair stuck out in wild dreadlocks that had been dyed in garish hues of red and green. Her face was soft, round, and it would have been almost welcoming if her smile hadn't been so sharp."I'm uh, having a great evening." Harry said, a little absently as he looked around the club the woman's hands went to his face, turning his head back towards her."Hey, pay attention." she said."Look, I'm flattered, but I'm here with "" Van Shrike?" she finished for him, grinding her hips against his, rough enough that it hurt a little, "I know your name, dumb shit. I know his too. If you didn't figure it out, I'm Elaine Ravan."She reached up and put a finger through the loop on his collar, using it to tug him down near her, her mouth at his ear while Harry protested,"Will you stop doing that thing with your hips, it's really ""Listen. Hey. Listen to me, shut up. You need to get a new career, Lockhart, 'cause the one you've got? It's gonna take more than your finger next time. You got me?" she said, and her tongue came out enough to swipe along his earlobe, causing Harry to twitch visibly, "You don't belong in L.A."Harry tugged himself back enough to be able to make eye contact again, though her finger stayed looped in his collar,"Look, sweetheart," Harry said, and lifted his middle finger, "Just make sure they don't take this one. Where the fuck is Perry? I'm let go of me. I don't hit girls."He yanked himself back again and she finally let go,"They're just having some quality time." she said, and Harry was looking around, standing on the tips of his toes, peering at the crowd he could see Perry's blonde head, tall fucker that he was, somewhere further in the throng. And it looked like he was struggling.And if Perry was struggling, that wasn't fucking good.Harry moved in that direction, but Ravan was suddenly striding over to him she put one hand in his hair and wrenched hard while one stiletto clad foot kicked into the back of his leg, knocking him down.In any other setting, the scene might have been met with shock by the surrounding crowd, but here it was just a submissive being punished. Ravan's other available hand went to Harry's forehead, a fake fingernail pressing into the sutured wound, causing sharp pain to go through Harry's entire head, so sudden that it briefly blinded him,"Fuck off, Lockhart," she said, and gave him a shove forward he hit the ground on his side and Ravan put a heel onto his hip, pressing it in and when Harry's vision swam back, he found himself staring at her other foot. The boot was fake leather, it laced up to her knees, the tip of it was sharp, the heel even sharper a spike shoe.Harry reached out and gripped the heel of the boot and, with one jerking motion, successfully snapped it off Ravan's balance dissappeared with it and she fell to the ground with a shocked cry, clutching at her ankle it gave Harry enough time to dart off into the crowd, weaving his way through until he glimpsed Perry for a second time. Another guy was holding onto him, pressing himself against Van Shrike it wasn't the sort of thing Harry would normally interfere with, granted, but it was pretty clear that Perry wasn't interested.He looked around himself, pausing only when he glimpsed the woman who had been paddling her submissive earlier, and he picked up the handled, wooden plank with a vague:"Just gotta borrow this."Of course, he felt ridiculous when he got over to them Damian was a hell of a lot taller than he was, and he was armed with just a plank of wood and leather pants, but what the hell."Hey," Harry said, striding up to where they were struggling, and in retrospect, he probably could have found a better battle cry than:"Get your hands off my partner."Before he soundly cracked Damian across the knee with the paddle. |
Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | Listen, I m not in the mo . but before Perry could finish his little speech, he heard a cry out in the dance floor. The blonde turned his head just in time to see Harry get owned by the mysterious woman. Score one for Harry he sarcastically thought, but outwardly, called out Harry s name.Damien wasn t to be ignored though. The strawberry blonde grabbed a hold of van Shrike and kept a strong locked grip on his waist. Going somewhere, Per? cause I d hate to cut our time short. Sorry, I can t help the fact that you re a quick shooter. he snapped back, elbowing Damien hard in the side. The other male gave a grunt and stumbled back, eyes glaring at the comment. Hitting sore spots weren t that uncommon between them even while they had been dating.It was then that they heard a battle cry that was less than accurate. At least, in this type of setting.Damien turned around just in time to catch the paddle with his knee. He gave a cry of sharp pain, but buckled his knee in and glared murderously at the small brunette. With a growl of his own, he drew back his fist to swing at Harry, only to have another sharp pain hit the back of his head. This time, he lost conscious.Behind him was Perry, staring with slightly wide eyes at Harry and a clenched fist that had knocked Damien in the back of his head. Lockhart, that was the most dumbass thing well, not the most dumbass thing Harry s ever done, but the most dumbass thing he s done tonight. Shit, where s Ravan? he asked suddenly, doing a 360 spin to see where the woman was. He still had questions as to why she was bothering them or rather, trying to cut their business.After his spin, his eyes landed back on Harry s form holding a paddle. He had many questions to ask such as how did Harry even get that and why did he let Ravan get out of his sight? but the only thing he could focus on for the moment was the fact that Harry was holding a paddle and facing him.Now, Mr. van Shrike had always been told he had an overactive imagination. Mind you, he reined it in and didn t share it out loud every second like Mr. Lockhart did, but he had one. One just didn t appear cool and suave if he was spouting nonsense.But now, it kicked in with a quick jab to the nuts. In Perry s mind, he could shift this situation into a more private setting. Harry standing in front of him, him sitting on the bed or couch, Harry asking him please punish him because he fucked up something again. Harry, bound up in leather, writhing and beggi .Thank god the bouncer came by to ask what was the matter, because he wasn t sure how much he could hide the fact that he was working himself up. Quite literally. Sir? the bouncer prompted when he didn t answer the first time.Perry just turned to face the bouncer, a rather tall male with more tattoos than he had hair. Nothing. Just someone distracting me from my pet. he flashed a smile. The bouncer glanced here and there as if to access the situation, before nodding his head and telling them to keep the violence to a minimum, since punishment and pure violence was two different things.The detective turned his head back to Harry and frowned at him, as if blaming Harry for a somewhat failed moment in the case. Well? he prompted of the other male. |
Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | Harry could safely say that he had experienced more intelligent, well thought out moments in his life, though if he was pressed to come up with one on the spot, he probably wouldn't have been able to either way, standing there with a paddle in his hand, Lockhart felt pretty stupid, particularly in combination with Perry's reaction."You were struggling." Harry protested, at Perry's evident annoyance, stepping over Damien and closer to Van Shrike, "I was just getting him off you. And anyways, if you don't remember, someone turned your car into a pile of rubble in a parking lot? Someone's out to get you, seems kind of a coincidence that these two are sidling up and threatening us three days later, doesn't it?"He peered into the crowd he couldn't see Ravan, but he could only assume she was still somewhere in the building,"I broke her shoe. She's probably pretty pissed off." Harry said a little morosely, then touched at his forehead, "But she was trying to break my stitches. I think I was fair. She was telling me to get out of L.A. I'm kind of sick of people telling me that, Per. I mean Sir." |
Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | Perry s left eyebrow twitched, from anger or irritation, he couldn t tell. But he felt a mixture of things at the moment, and irritation was always high on the list of things he felt when Harry was involved. I was not struggling. I just didn t want to cause a scene. Unlike some people.the hint was obvious, as he glanced around them to see a few people staring at Harry. Not just Harry Lockhart, but rather, Harry the pet that fought against a mistress. While some were interested in the fact that the pet has yet to be broken into, others were more suspicious as to why he wasn t.The blonde reached out and grabbed Harry by his collar, before pulling in closer and grabbing the paddle. Fuck, could you make us any more suspicious? he whispered as he wrapped one arm around Harry s back and the other swung the paddle to give a light, but somewhat firm smack on the other s bottom. The sound of the rubber and wooden paddle smacking against leather covered cheeks was sharp and attention grabbing. You ve been a bad boy, pet. Just asking to be punished. Perry said in a firm and commanding tone. His voice was louder than the whisper from before, clearing speaking for the few audience members that were staring at them than for Harry s benefit. Shoving the brunette towards the bathroom s direction, he snapped out that he would punish Harry in private. Plus they needed a private area we as private as they could get without being suspicious to talk rather than on the dance floor.It wasn t too suspicious, because many owners preferred that punishments were private, while pleasure was public. |
Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | Harry's staggered for a moment when one of Perry's fingers hooked into the wrung of his collar a fashion feature he almost could have forgotten he was wearing if he never had the inkling to breathe and he stumbled in close,"Youwerestruggling." Harry shot back, voice low now that they were standing so close, "You were definitely struggling, you were jerking around like an epileptic at a U2 show, alright? And anyways, he was like, the same size as you and nngk!"The last part came in unison with the paddle striking against his ass, light enough that it didn't really hurt, but hard enough to make a definite punctuation against his leather clad rear. Harry's eyebrows popped up as he stared up at Perry, falling into silence as he realized yes, people were staring. Harry Lockhart, through no deliberate fault of his own but through the inattention that comes with someone as hyper as him had the tendency of forgetting that he was surrounded by other people from time to time, because when he focused on something else, the rest of the world tended to fade away.And right then, he had been focused on Perry.Now he was extremely focused, and that was because he was using thattone, and even Lockhart couldn't be distracted by anything else right then he just blinked up at Van Shrike, wetting his lips after a moment, then muttering,"Yes, sir."Before he was ushered towards the bathroom he just hoped Perry didn't drown him in a toilet it wasn't exactly the way he wanted to go. Regardless, he went along without struggle, his face flushing just a little when a man to his right gave a low whistle of appreciation.And inside the bathroom he let his eyes sweep over the stalls before he turned to Perry and said:"Hey, look, you're gonna have to cut me a little slack you've got someone trying to blow you up and suddenly you've got, you know, Ken doll Gozdilla doing a violent leather tango all over you. Seems kinda messed up there." |
Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | Once they were in the bathroom and the stalls were checked to be empty, he moved to lock the bathroom door and sighed. Harry was more of a stressor in his life than Damien had been which was saying a lot. The only difference would probably be that he had affectionate feelings for the dipshit while Damien had been a good fuck.Harry has yet to prove he is a good fuck.Fuck, not that he wanted to fuck Lockhart.Not that he wasthinkingabout fucking Lockhart.Somewhere in Middle America, people were throwing popcorn at how many times he could narrate the word and action of fucking.But that wasn t the situation at hand. Instead, he was faced with his partner nagging him. Shut up. Perry demanded, reaching out and placing his palm over the flapping mouth. He should have invested in a gag for tonight it would have been the sane route. That woman you were with it was Ravan, right? What did she say to you anything relating to the case other than what she said when you first met her? he paused, as if contemplating. If they re going through all of this trouble just to have us stay out of an art thief, then maybe it s more than that ? the detective spoke aloud, not really sharing his thoughts with Harry other than unconsciously voicing his thoughts.Maybe he could charge them more if it was a murder case along with an art thief. |
Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | A big palm moved over his mouth it was a familiar enough motion that Harry even relaxed a little, staring at Perry under the dim lamps because, christ, even the bathrooms had mood lighting."Her name was Elaine Ravan," Harry agreed, "But she's not the woman from the park. That's not her. We've got two Elaines on this case how weird is that? I don't even know of any other Elaines. It's not really an L.A. name, is it? Fuck it, anyways, she knew about my, you know, my hand before she even saw it, made a few thinly veiled threats about hacking other pieces off of me, but she was pretty cryptic otherwise aside from the whole, digging her finger into my stitches thing."He hazarded a glance at the mirror and he found himself briefly caught off guard by his own reflection his face was predictably bruised and scratched up, but the addition of the collar and leather caused him to grimace like he'd just seen something particularly unpleasant. He looked back to Perry, deciding he was going to avoid mirrors for the rest of his life,"And what about that Damien guy, yeah? You said youknewhim, I didn't know you'd, you know," Harry said, and made a vague gesture, "Knownhim. In the biblical sense. Except that sort of thing probably isn't biblical. I'm assuming you and he I mean, because that whole bump and grind thing there, Perry? Pretty gay. Who is this guy?" |
Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | While Harry spoke, Perry tore some napkin from the dispenser and was wiping his hands and half thinking about what the other male said. Two Elaines because that made sense. He wouldn t say it was a common name, but he couldn t be sure of that fact. Rich people had the most fucked up names, after all.At the question though, he raised an eyebrow and chose to wet a new napkin instead. He tugged Harry s head towards him via Lockhart s chin, before dapping at the stitches to clean them. So they may or may not have been closer to jabs than daps either way, he was ending after the idiot. Yeah, I knew him known him. Either way, it s in the past and who I bump and grind with is none of your business. Perry snapped out, thinking that they both probably needed a lot of booze to drown out this failure of a night. He used to work with another detective company that s how I got started in this business actually. But that doesn t matter right now. Let s just fuck, let s just get out of here. I need a drink. he sighed, changing the subject and pulling away from Harry. Come on, chief you did good today. Perry commented, reaching out and smacking Harry s cheeks with both palms like he was fluffing the cheeks up. Once they were a delicate pink as if the other male had been blushing like he had been punished the blonde moved to leave the establishment. He reached into his wallet and pulled out both key and a card.Maybe calling Larry up for a perk me up fuck wouldn t be a bad idea.Maybe he could make the doctor scream so loud, Harold would cream himself just from the sexual energy. Once we re back, why don t you do some background check on Ravan see if you can find anything. |
Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | "I dunno, Per, I think it's kinda my business when someone you're bumping and grinding with and used to, you know, bump and grind with on a regular basis is involved in a case. I'm not asking for the messy details here or anything, I don't want to know who did what, it's just it makes it more personal, right? And I don't know, blowing up your car sounds pretty personal, not that we have any sort of proof he did it. I'm just saying." Harry said, fidgetting while Perry was cleaning the stitches, squirming under Van Shrike's hands like an eight year old,"I get the feeling Ravan isn't from around here," Harry added, "That, or she doesn't ever see daylight. She didn't even have a tan, and unless you walk around with an umbrella and SPF 200 slathered everywhere all day, L.A. is going to give you a fucking tan. And it looked like she stopped at a costume shop before she came here, like this was somehow last minute? I don't know."And she was strong as a goddamn ox, but he decided not to mention it he already felt pretty emasculated by the whole thing."See, I can agree on that." Harry said, regarding alcohol he could always agree with booze he paused, however, visibly startled by Perry's compliment? Something like a tiny smile climbed onto Harry's lips, a little quirk at the corner of his mouth that showed dimples before he smothered it down, not wanting to look too cocky in the face of positivity Perry would think it was going to his head.Of course, then he was getting smacked in the face and shit, didn't that just seem typical?"Hey, what ?" Harry said, watching Perry leave, and realizing exactly why he had just been left with his face burning a little, "Right. I'm a bad boy."He kept forgetting. It had been a while since he'd actually done anything bad, after all. Well, aside from shooting like, sixteen people last year.But those ones had sort of been shooting at him.He followed after Perry then, back through the club, avoiding the eyes of the people still populating the place and ignoring another wolf whistle to his left before stepping back out into the parking lot, taking in a breath of L.A. air it wasn't exactly clean, but it didn't smell like sweat or the various other scents that had been filtering through the club."So we go into a club and knock a guy out with a combination of a bumpaddle shit I forgot to give it back to that dominatrix and fists. I don't know if we learned anything, besides what size I am for leather pants. And, I mean, now I'm more informed about BDSM." Harry said, "I guess it's not a complete loss."He hesitated then, stopping where they had parked,"Hey Per," Harry said, biting at his lip and cocking his head to the side, bird like in his curiosity, "I could be wrong, you know, but I'm pretty sure the car didn't have this knife in the tire when we got here. Seems like a new feature. And kind of threatening." |
Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | On the way out of the club, Perry was barely paying any attention to his surrounding. He was focusing on the card in his hand and fishing for his phone so that he could give the doctor a ring. Outside, the valet handed him his keys and told him that instead of driving the car up here, it was safer in tradition for the BDSM leavers to go towards their own cars. This method was mainly so that they didn t get followed by someone they didn t desire to have following them if there was an attempted hook up.The blonde didn t give much thought about it, so they wandered towards the car. It wasn t until Lockhart spoke up well, pointed something out, as Harry always talked did he do a double take.And did it again.And again. Hate to break it to you, Chief, but you are wrong. I mean, who doesn t come out of a BDSM clubwith knifes in their fucking tires?! he snapped near the end, sarcasm dripping with anger. Anger that was perhaps misdirected towards Harry, but if he couldn t fuck his frustrations away, he d bitch about it.While it might have been threatening, to Perry van Shrike, it was a nuisance. Just a day or so ago his car got blown up, and now, the rental car had slashed tires. What next? The check engine light would come on and then the engine would fall out on them mid drive? Fuck, just get in. if Harry protested against that, he planned to subject the brunette to one of his death glares. That, or he d physically force Harold in. Perry didn t wait though, as he got into the car and nearly shoved the key in he was going to drive this thing, slashed tires or not.Of course, fate had other plans. Whoever the fucker that slashed the car, had also cut the wires. Just as he turned the key, a mass of wires spilled upon his lap and the car didn t even give as much as a whine of a start. Perry cursed softly and slammed his head against the wheel lightly, only to jerk back upon hearing the horn blare once loudly.With his luck, of course the horn was the only thing working.Nearly kicking the door open, he stepped out and heaved a sigh with his hands on his hips. Blonde hair fell over his face as he bowed his head, almost in defeat. We need to get a cab. he stated, not verbalizing it, but meaning for Harry to be the one to hail one down.It was either a cab or they took the bus, and he didn t think two men in leather getup should be busing around. |
Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | "Yeah, I don't mean to be a mood killer here," Harry said, staring at the mass of wires that had landed in Perry's lap, "But I'm pretty sure that means we're not going anywhere, if the slashed tire thing didn't convince you."Probably not a good time for sarcasm or ironic humour, in fact, it was probably a good time to get out of the car and out of Perry's reach, so he did just that, grabbing his clothes from the floor of the car as he went and as he moved to tug on his hoodie, he discovered that there wasn't actually much left of it,"They slashed my clothes." Harry said flatly, then held up the mutilated hoodie, "Seriously, Per, look at this. Someone took the time out of their day to slash a five year old hoodie. What the fuck is this shit?"He peered up at the sky for an instant, as though silently asking 'why?' because for all of his planning not to get caught in L.A. wearing just a pair of skintight leather pants, there he was in L.A.Wearing just a pair of skintight leather pants."Damn it." Harry sighed, heading out to the street to wave down a cab, deciding that, ultimately, he'd been through more humiliating things. |
Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | Perry had to resist the urge to look skyward as Harry was doing and ask the higher being why as well. Then again, his was less of a why and more of a why, you son of a fucking bitch!? .He didn t think the higher being would appreciate that, so he decided to not even look skyward. Instead, he slipped out of the car still suave, despite the fact that he had to abandon yet another car and moved to follow Harry. Perry just stood and watched the brunette attempt to hail down one of the bright yellow cabs. There were even green ones these days, along with the black checkered ones.All of which saw Lockhart and ignored him or chose to avoid the scrawny male in leather get up.Not that Perry could blame them. He d avoid the former New Yorker as well. And that was if the other malewasn tin the leather outfit. Harry, look out! the bulkier male reached out and grabbed Harold by the scruff of his neck. The large palm didn t have the time to bask in the fact that he was touching the brunette, as he yanked the other male back like some stray cat. The cab that was coming towards them had swerved roughly and nearly ran them over.There were cars honking their horns and some people cussing each other out. Ultimately, the cab driver was bitched for bad driving only because it affected other drives but no one gave a two cent damn that two pedestrians were almost ran over. Fuck Taxi was obviously not their choice tonight, so it was either walking or bussing.Perry had not bussed since he was fifteen when he got his license and nearly killed to get his own car. I blame you. he stated, glaring at the bus stop pass Harry. Which one he was talking to didn t seem to mater he blamed them both. |
Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | After having watched four taxis rush by, Harry was on the verge of doing the macarena to get a cab to stop, but he was spared the humiliation of showing his only dance move when a big hand took hold of the back of his neck and yanked him backwards, half dragging him off the sidewalk just as a taxi climbed the curb,"What thefuck!" Harry crowed, flailing his arms at the cabby in a nasal New Yorker rage before forcefully turning to look at Perry, his tone one of conversational annoyance, "What the hell is wrong with L.A? At least in New York, people are honest about trying to kill you they put a gun in your face and either blow your head off or take your wallet here, they slip you poison or slash your tires. Seriously. This is the most passive aggressive city in the world."He huffed a breath, and then followed Perry's line of vision to the bus stop,"You? On public transportation?" Harry asked, verbalizing what they were both thinking anyways, "Can your heart handle it, Per?" |
Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | A small tick seemed to grow on Perry and his left eyebrow twitched just once. His self control kicked in swiftly and stopped that tick though. Does it fucking matter? If I m lucky, I ll just have a stroke here and now and die. he stated with a strange sense of calmness around him. Fishing for his wallet, he tried to find a few sparing dollars for the ride.And came up with two dollars. Definitely not enough for both of them. Do you have cash on you? I doubt they have atms on the fucking bus. the bus was indeed coming though, so he dragged himself to walk towards the stop and wait for it.The tires screeched to a stop, the doors opened like fucking gates to hell, and the driver stank of more than just B.O. That s two fifty for the bus fair for adults. the driver informed, when Perry showed the two dollars as if to ask if it was enough.It wasn t.The blonde turned to look at Harry and had an expectant look. Less of a please say you have cash for our bus fair! and more of a you better fucking have it or I will make you regret not carrying cash! .Of course, it didn t help that there were children crying on the bus, mothers bitching, and a guy in the back trying to get a better view of both Perry and Harry. Mainly Harry and his delicious ass though.Not that Perry noticed. |
Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | Half way to the bus stop, Harry had the creeping feeling that things were not going to work out this wasn't due to newly developed ESP, but rather it was because Harry Lockhart had been alive long enough to know how this sort of shit happened. They were half dressed, their tires were slashed, Harry's clothes were slashed, and their last standing option was a city bus and now that it was right in front of them, he knew, he just knew that they weren't going to be getting on it, because with the way things were going, that would be far too lucky.In fact, Harry had been so sure of it that he didn't even step onto the bus when Perry did, he just waited on the sidewalk for the bigger man to realize he didn't have the money, and when he looked back at Harry, he lifted his shoulders in a shrug, then patted around himself with as much facial sarcasm as he could manage,"Sorry, I must have left the change in myassless chaps." he said, trying to ignore the guy who was sticking his head out the window of the bus and staring at him, "These things have no pockets. Do you see why I like jeans now? Jeans have pockets, that's why. And they don't get you fucked over in the middle of L.A. Seriously, who the fuck slashes a sweater?" |
Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven) | The air was strange silent after Harry spoke. Even the guy staring didn t speak up to whistle about Harry s ass. Perry just stepped out of the bus and narrowed his eyes, having half the mind to kill Lockhart sarcasm was not appreciated in this situation and half the mind to just rip off the leather pants to show just exactly what it felt like to wear assless chaps.As if sensing that they d lay witness to something they d rather not, the bus driver closed the twin doors and drove off with a bit more speed than necessary. Once the two were alone, or as alone as they could be on the street, the blonde took another step closer to Harry.Control control he told himself, before taking a deep breath and settling for something that has yet to fail him. He lashed out his hand and made to whack Harry over the head it always made him feel a bit better. Fuck with that, he stuffed his two dollars into his wallet and began to briskly walk towards the way home. Just a few miles really, no more than a 45 to 50 minute walk.The last time Perry evenwalkedhome was forever ago. It wasn t that he couldn t, but rather, it was just not cool. Get over your sweater, chief. I ll get you a new one. Hell, you can get yourself plenty of new ones, with the money I pay you. and the brunette didn t even have to pay rent, so he really didn t see why Lockhart couldn t buy new clothes like the rest of L.A. After we get home, I want to do a run through check on this art theft. Then we can get a move on with this whole Ravan and Damien business. in his mind, he didn t draw any strange connections, because not everything was a fucking book. It really, really wasn t. And after that, why don t you leave the house for a few hours? it was already late, so it was asking for a strange thing. But if Harold didn t leave the house, then how else would Perry be able to invite Larry over for some comfort fucking.A guy had needs, you know. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | Yara hurried out over the ice, moving away from the large village made of ice. The village of the northern water tribe was an impressive sight, shaped and maintained by the powerful water benders who lived in it. But Yara's destination was outside the village, out in the plains of ice. It was just a hut, where she met in secret as often as possible with a skilled water bender who was teaching her. In the northern water tribe, it was forbidden for women to learn water bending for more than healing. For a woman to fight, it was not allowed. Yara wasn't satisfied with that though, and luckily she met this bender willing to break the rules and teach her secretly to really water bend, and to fight with it. It seemed almost as if it were taking too long though. Maybe it was the secretive nature of it, maybe he was holding back and not really teaching her as much as he could, as she'd been training with him for a while now, and still only knew the basics. But she was determined, no matter how long it took, she would become a great water bender. She hoped tonight, would be a chance for the training to turn to something more advanced. She hurried up to the hut, stopping outside to catch her breath a bit. "I'm here! I came as quickly as I could." |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | He sat in the hut, furs wrapped loosely around his frame as he rested against the wall, icy blue eyes looking right at the door as she entered. His expression was unreadable, passive and yet seemingly cold "You are late" he said as he stood up, meeting her gaze for a moment "Let us see if your skills have improved better than your punctuality" he added, stepping out into the icy cold, the ice itself shifting with the gesture of his hands, forming a ring "Now then use the stance I taught you" he said, taking a low one of his own... as always the first move was her's. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | She bows her head to him. "Yes, I'm sorry sir." She watches him as he exits the hut and moves to follow him. She pulls her hood down, showing her dark brown hair since there were no icey winds blowing tonight. She straightens up her parka, the thick fur coat keeping her nice and warm in the cold of the north. She nods to him, hearing his instruction, and shifts into the stance he had been teaching her lately. She then moves her hands fluidly in a lifting motion, lifting some of the snow. It then turns to water and she moves it around herself before sending it flying at him. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | He carefully looks at her, eyes taking in every detail: Her Stance, her expressions, the way her breath mists in the air, the outline of her body under the heavy outfit. "You will have" he said as he caught the attack, using the momentum to coil it around him returning her attack with double the force. He decided to start add incentive to her training, his first attack designed to soak through her heavy fur, let the chill of the Arctic entice her to avoid the next one. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | Yara holds her stance, watching him coil the water around and send it back at her. She braces herself, trying to stop it before it hits her, though only some of it is stopped, the rest hitting her face, and arms as she lifts them to try and defend herself. Her sleeves become soaked, letting some of the biting chill through, making her shiver a bit. She wipes some of the water from her face, letting out a breath. She brings and arm back and then swings it down, and up in a half circle motion, sending a wave of the snow toward him. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | Rin smirked at her attempts at defense, pushing both his hands forward to part her wave, causing it to harmlessly pass by him "Amateur" he commented under his breath as he swept his hands, two waves of snow crashing into her from either side, designed to trap her between them, binding her helplessly. His icy eyes looked over her as he brain pondered, wondering whether she needed even more incentive to actually improve.... perhaps she did. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | Yara didn't expect the move, finding herself suddenly trapped by the thick snow. She squirms and struggles, trying to move. If she could just move her arms she could bend her way to freedom. She looks up, watching Rin. "I'm not done yet..." |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | "Yes you are" he said matter of factly "If this were a real fight you would be dead by now" he added, voice as cold as the air around them "Let me show you" he said, taking out a small knife and walking casually up to her helpless bound form, pressing it against her throat for a moment "I could finish you right now" he stated, before dragging the knife down her front, splitting the warm protection of her fur coat, forcing her to feel the icy chill. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | She frowns at his words, sighing softly. "That's because you've only taught me basics. I need to learn more advanced.." She stops, seeing the knife as he moves toward her. She squirms and struggles herder against the snow binding. She tenses as she feels it against her throat, feeling very helpless, especially hearing his cold words. "N no, wait.." She looks down, confused as the blade runs down the front of her thick warm coat, splitting it open to expose the tunic she wore beneath it. She shivers lightly as the cold slips in through the now opened coat. "Why did you do that? My coat is going to have to be sewn up now..." |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | "A lesson you must learn" he said as he continued cutting, now removing the protection of her heavy fur pants "Every time in our spar I would be able to Kill you, ill remove your clothing so you can feel the cold of death instead" he added, releasing her bindings with a brush of his hand "Try again" he stated as he sheathed the knife in his belt, eyes appraising her again, seeing her as nothing more than a mixture of Stances and movements. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | Yara's eyes go wide as the knife cuts down the waist of her pants, feeling them drop to her ankles. A blush crosses her face lightly, and another shiver moves through her body as the cold now reaches her bare legs. "My pants! how am I going to explain my ruined clothes to others..." She looks up frowning at him as the snow releases her. She stands there now, in her opened coat, tunic, which hung down enough to cover most of her under garment. She takes another stance, determined to do better this time as she didn't want to loose any more of her clothing. Both for the sake of staying as warm as possible, and because she would really rather not have her body shown off. She jerks her arms quickly forward, sending the snow in front of her at him, forming it into a large wall of snow. If it hit, she would try to make it surround him and trap him. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | "You wanted to learn at any cost, so stop your complaining" he said simply, eyes narrowing as he stretched, waiting for her inevitable attack. He crouched low, throwing his arms forward as piercing tendrils of ice followed, ripping apart the wall of snow and causing it to just coat him "Don't be so obvious" he said simply "Subtelty is the key to victory" he chided. The Lance's of ice careened forward, if they hit her she would find her tunic torn to shreds by the precise projectiles. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | She swiftly moves to the side, avoiding most of the ice shards. A few of them manage to open some tears in the back and shoulder of her tunic, but it was still mostly intact. She throws an arm forward, sending some of the snow toward his feet, hoping to trap him in place, then moves her other arm in a pulling motion to pull a wave of snow toward him from behind. She would have it turn to water just before hitting him, and if it did hit, would try to turn it to ice to hold him. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | He let her hit him, feigning surprise as the ice wrapped around his legs however as the water rushed over him he bent it, giving him a little wiggle room in the seemingly perfect Icy prison, enough to turn the tables when the time came. "So Can you finish what you started?" he asked, taunting her... trying to play on her pride and her anger, seeing if she would take the bait and make the obvious mistake of coming closer. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | She smiles as she sees him trapped in the ice, or at least seemingly trapped. She sighs a bit, and takes a couple steps closer. "Do I really need to? I have you trapped, and we're just training... Aren't we?" She smiles a bit and looks him over. "I wonder if this means I get to cut open your coat now." She smirks a bit and bends some snow into water, lifting it to her hand where it forms into a jagged ice dagger. She starts to move closer to him, holding it up tauntingly. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | He smiled sardonically at her "If you don't you treat our training seriously... then you will never learn" he added, flicking his wrists as the ice cracked around him. He slammed his fist into the ground, the snow surrounding her and soaking into her cloak, his bending quickly freezing it, making her outfit brittle like paper. He then stepped forward and ripped off the front of her tunic like paper, she might as well be wearing that now. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | She watches in shock as he's able to break the ice around him, yelping as the snow forms up around her, freezing into her clothes and making them brittle, not to mention cold. She looks to him wide eyed, not moving for the moment from the shock of the attack, as he steps up to her and grabs the front of her tunic, through the sliced open coat. She gasps as he so easily tears away the front of it, exposing the white sleeveless undershirt that stopped just under her chest. She quickly moves back from him, trying to keep him from tearing any more of it off, shivering from the cold. "S stop ruining m my clothes." She tries to send another wave of snow at him, then another from another angle, and a third from yet another angle. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | "No Pain no gain" he said, knowing she was off balance now he easily deflected her attacks, flowing like the water through them. "And you have not suffered nearly enough" he murmured. He placed his palm on the ground causing the snow to rise up form underneath her to bind her, freezing it to ice in a moment, leaving her midriff exposed in the icy cold. He knelt down in front of her for a moment, letting her bask in the helplessness before her slowly, inch by inch started to cut open the last of her clothing, the soft sound of cloth being cut by the sharp blade the only sound in the air. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | Yara cries out as the ice forms up from beneath her, enraged that he seemed able to fend off her attacks so easily. Clearly, he was holding out on her, not teaching her everything he could. And now she was being punished for it. She looks down, frowning as she watches helplessly while his blade cuts through the remains of her tunic, and the sash that was holding it together. As the ruined garment falls open, the white loincloth she wore as underwear becomes fully visible. She was now in nothing but her underwear, in the freezing ice, aside from the opened coat and and torn tunic hanging onto her shoulders. "Th this is a horrible w way to teach..." She shivers, her teeth chattering a bit as the cold starts getting to her in her unclothed state. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | "I never said I was a good teacher, I only said I would teach you" he said with a dry chuckle, using his knife to tear off the rest of her clothing, leaving her skin exposed to the cold. "Now then let's see if some time outside will toughen you up and help you focus" he said with a smile, leaving her bound by the ice, going back inside his hut to go drink some tea. Either she would free herself, or she would learn a little humility... it was a win win for him. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | Her eyes go wide as the knife slices through the small undershirt, freeing her breasts, leaving them exposed to the cold. A blush crosses over her face and she yelps out. "No! Not my underwear, please!" But it was too late, as the knife slices through her loincloth as well, leaving her completely naked aside from her boots. "Noo!" She squirms and struggles again the ice, desperately trying to get free to cover herself and not let him see her naked body. She didn't want to be stuck like this, left fully exposed to the biting chill, but her arms were trapped, how could she possibly free herself. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | He gave her a little while, letting humility sink in... and for her to understand possibly why he was exposing her to the elements, so she could understand them, feel them... become one with them. Eventually he slipped outside and broke the ice, picking up the girl and carrying her inside to the warmth, silent as he took care of her. He wrapped a blanket around her nude body, forcing her lips open to make her drink tea, slowly bringing her back to the warmth. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | Yara's coat and shredded tunic fall from her shoulders as the ice breaks and her nude body drops. She shivers, looking up weakly as he carries her inside. She clutches the blanket around herself, curling up. Her mouth opens gladly to take in the hot tea, feeling the warmth inside. She looks up at him, somewhat confused at his kindness, but grateful he didn't leave her to die. She had to try to remember, this was all part of his unorthodox training, and she should try to accept it. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | He talked to her, his voice lacking his usual icy barb "It is the core of bending, ice must be broken down into water before it can be truly bent" he said simply "Thus you must be broken before I can shape you into a true bender" he stated, looking down at her passive form "Until you become nothing, there is only so much I can teach you" he offered her some more tea, softly stroking her hair... letting her rest. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | She looks at him, still looking somewhat confused, but she nodded, trying to accept it. She drinks more of the tea, starting to warm up, holding the blanket tightly around her nude form. She looks up at him again, and smiles a little. She didn't fully understand his way of teaching, she she was grateful he was willing to do so, especially when the laws of their tribe forbade women to learn water bending to fight. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | He shifted slightly stretching and yawning to himself "When you feel up for it try to waterbend" he said "See how you have improved" he added. His training whilst harsh actually had a point, it was how he learnt to bend so masterfully, though it might have contributed to his... abrasive demeanor. |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | She looks up at him and nods, slowly pushing herself to sit up. She keeps the fur wrapped around her nude body to stay warm, and looks at a bowl of water, reaching a hand out to move it. The water easily lifted up out of the bowl, and flowed around in the air as she controlled it. She used he other hand now as well, splitting it into two separate bits of water, moving them both around until she streams them gently back into the bowl. "It's a bit easier.." |
The water bending apprentice((Stormgale & Kunoichi)) | "Well then perhaps you should listen to me once in a while" he said as he smirked and sat back, closing his eyes "We will continue with this training until you are actually competent" he chided. |
New Journey (Fancy & Nyarly) | Slowly, Randy wandered through the countryside, enjoying the sunny day. He was on the way to a certain town, which had a quite unusual reputation and, above all, population. But he didn't make haste. He had all the time of the world, after all.Randy was a trainer. Or rather he wanted to be one. He had no pokemon of his own yet and no experience at all, but he was determined to become a trainer. He had a love for pokemon, as long as he could think, something that didn't wane as he got older. Leaving his hometown, he went on a journey to become a trainer.He was a young boy of 16 years, with long brown hair, tied into a thin ponytail and blue eyes. He wore dark blue shorts, a white t shirt and a green jacket.Pretty soon, he could spot a town in a small distance. This had to be the one! There weren't any other settlements near it, so it was quite isolated. Randy grinned. His search was finally over. He was sure that he could find there, what he looked for. He walked a bit faster towards the town. |
New Journey (Fancy & Nyarly) | Ahead in the distance, the town was starting to come into view. Its many inhabitants could be seen rushing about. carrying on with their usual routines. However, there was something in particular about this town that made it stand out: it was home to a wide variety of Pokemon variants. Pokemon variants were so hard to come across these days, and that was why this town was so sought after. It wasn't necessarily easy to find this place, especially since it was in a remote location. It was a good thing Randy hadn't gotten completely lost on his way there. He wouldn't be able to see the little confrontation that was happening though..."What the hell are you looking at? Don't make me punch your face in." There was a young Pokemon variant leaning up against a tree, crossing her arms over her chest. This one in particular was an Umbreon variant. She seemed to be around 18 at least, with short black hair and crimson red eyes. She wore a black tanktop that showed off her belly, and a pair of baggy blue jeans. Upon her head were a pair of ears that resembled those of an Umbreon, and she had a tail as well. A small group had approached her, surrounding her. "Huh? So looks like the brat's still spouting nonsense." one of them said. The group consisted of a few fighting and psychic type variants. Luna, as she was called, was known for getting in a ton of fights with others variants. Her infamy had gotten many of the others to try and get her out of the town. She sighed softly as she moved from the tree, ready to fight them if needed. She was actually one of the better fighters in the entire town. She just had a really nasty attitude towards the other people and to trainers especially. "If you want me to mess up your face, feel free to step forward." |
New Journey (Fancy & Nyarly) | Curious, what would expect him, he neared the town. He could already see some of it's strange inhabitants: Pokemon variants. Pokemon who looked like human girls, but with certain features of pokemon. He smiled. He finally found what he was looking for. He wouldn't be satisfied with ordinary pokemon. These variants however, as the precious rarities they were, were exactly right.Randy thought back on the meeting with the strange woman. She was the one, who told him where he could find this town. He didn't believe her initially but couldn't take his mind off it. So he followed her directions and as he came nearer his hope grew. And now he could see that it wasn't a lie. Still, the woman never demanded something in return for the information and he had no idea why she told him about it. But he could think about it another time. Now there were more important things to do...As he arrived in the town, the variants looked at him. Some frightened, some wary, but all curious. Randy wondered if they even knew about humans. Due to the isolation, it could be possible, that had no idea what he was. He wasn't sure whether he should say something. Maybe they wouldn't even understand him. In the end, he didn't say anything and just went further into the town.After a while, he could see a small group of variants, standing around a tree. Beside the tree itself was a pretty girl, who had features, reminiscent of an Umbreon. She seemed to be rather aggressive, but something about her fascinated Randy. He went closer, watching her carefully. |
New Journey (Fancy & Nyarly) | The other variants started to close in on her. It was quite a sight to see, both make and female variants were ready to take her all at once. She didn't stand down at all though. It only served as a testament to her fighting capabilities. Luna grumbled softly to herself, cracking her neck and knuckles as she prepared herself. the look on her face seemed to be daring them to come at her. Soon, a couple of them came at her, both swinging at her. She easily dodged under it, grabbing their heads and smashing them together. While they went down, another trio tried their luck. She blocked off one of their punches, tossing them away, while the other two teamed up against her. One of them had managed to grab her arms, holding her back, but as the other threw a punch she dodged, making him hit the other. Using the opening, she quickly sent her fist into his jaw. This scuffle continued for a while, though she seemed to be easily subduing them. It wasn't long before they were all gasping for breath all around her. She still looked ready to fight though. |
New Journey (Fancy & Nyarly) | Randy watched in awe, the fight that was going on before his eyes. The Umbreon girl was obviously a very skilled fighter, taking on multiple enemies at once and win easily. At least it looked easy to him. When everyone around her was gasping, she looked like she wanted to fight more. He was scared, but his admiration was even greater. She was pretty, nimble and strong.To make it short: She was ideal as his first pokemon.Of course, that would be problematic. After all, he had no pokemon he could her with and his own combat skills were nearly nonexistent. Also, he had heard before, that there is a special way, with which variants had to be caught, but he didn't know what it was.So, it was unlikely that he would succeed and he was frightened of her. But he couldn't just back away now. It was an ideal chance and he couldn't just let it go to waste. So he went nearer to her, but still in a distance."Hey, Umbreon girl!" Randy shouted, challenging. "I will catch you here and now, you hear?" |
New Journey (Fancy & Nyarly) | Luna crossed her arms over her chest again. I t didn't seem like this bunch would keep her entertained long enough. "Hmph, I expected more out of this. I didn't have any trouble at all with you." she muttered, only serving to bug them even more. There wasn't much they could do about her though. They couldn't quite match up to her fighting capability. This was no good. She was so bored lately, and this wasn't enough to keep her satisfied. for the moment she thought of just going home for the day, but then she'd still have noting to do."Hey, Umbreon girl! I will catch you here and now, you hear?""Guh!" She clenched her fist tightly as she turned to see where the voice was coming from. To her surprise, it came from that of a young human. It wasn't just that though. She was a bit annoyed that he'd refer to her like that. For them, it was a somewhat of an insult to refer to them by the pokemon they resembled. "What the hell? What do you think you're doing in a place like this? You're just another wannabe trainer trying to get lucky." |
New Journey (Fancy & Nyarly) | "'Trying'? I think, I'm lucky already. After all, I found a precious pokemon with you. My name is Randy and soon it will be the name of your trainer."He had a cocky smirk on his face and pointed challenging at her with his index finger. He seemed to ooze with confidence.But in truth, his confidence vanished nearly completely, when she turned to face him. From the beginning, he was aware that this was probably the dumbest idea, he ever had and now he was fully aware in what situation he brought himself in.He had no chance. She would crush him without mercy.But he couldn't just back away now. He had to save his face and at least fake his confidence. Still his eyes were wandering over the defeated variants, hoping that somebody would help him. Then again, he probably wouldn't have a chance even then. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | The sun was setting down when the Order of the Phoenix set out on a new mission. As always, the seemingly inexistent 12th Place on Grimauld Street was pumping with life, last second preparations being made, last words exchanged in case some never returned. The situation was getting completely out of hand. Dementors attacked muggles, not that anyone actually cared much for Harry s cousin, the Ministry of Magic refused to acknowledge the return of Voldemord despite all the signs and the Order of the Phoenix had to be restored. In a sense, it was both an honour and a curse to be part of it. In the entrance, Kreacher mumbled something about his hopes that none of them would come back alive, only to receive a kick from the annoyed Ron. In all honesty, despite the encouraging smiles on everyone s faces, people were terrified of what would happen if they were to fail. Little by little, their missions helped out both the magic and the muggles worlds without them even knowing, yet the price was incredibly high. Thankfully there had been no casualties thus far, only Hermione s unfortunate accident with her broom that resulted in her breaking her ankle. Broken bones were never too much of a problem though, and it would take a couple of days for the potion to work and the bone to be as good as new if not better. An elbow pressed against the cabinet at the entrance for support, Hermione offered her best friends a smile. Harry, Ron, please be careful, she implored as the two boys pulled her into a group hug. She pressed her forehead against Ron s one with a smile for a second before kissing Harry s cheek. The thought that she wouldn t be helping them was unbearable, but at least she wouldn t be slowing them down with her injuries. Swallowing back her tears, the young woman nodded and the last goodbyes were exchanged. One by one the Order teleported, causing a choked sob to escape Hermione s lips when Ron waved goodbye with a goofy smile and disappeared in a puff of smoke. She exhaled and shook her head, looking around. There was no way she would let Professor Snape know what she was going through, nor show a sign of weakness. Despite the fact that the Order invited him in, he was Hogwarts most hated professor, especially when it came to Gryffindor. She didn t hold things against him, but they weren t exactly having tea parties and going shopping together either. During the stay at Grimauld Street she realized that he wasn t as awful a person as he let on back in the potions class and came to talk to him without having to fight a snarl. Sighing softly, she folded one of her legs at the knee, hopping around. Kreacher let out a happy snicker and ran past her, off to polish some of his previous owner s things. Despite all her love for his kind, she hated the old elf. There was absolutely nothing in him that reminded her of the adorable Dobby. Shaking her head, the eighteen year old beauty struggle to advance through the old house, every step accompanied with a creaking sound that made her fear for her life. Hopping along, she paused in front of an old mirror to examine the absence or presence of tear stains on her face. Thankfully the ivory skin was nowhere close to being puffy after a night of whining and the beautiful hazel eyes were as large and innocent looking as always. It felt odd to be in muggle clothes at that point she was used to the gown they were forced to wear at Hogwarts. Her curvy hips and slim legs were tightly hugged by a pair of washed out jeans ripped on her knees and next to the pockets and a tight white V neck sweater showed just how slim she was while at the same time offering a glimpse of her firm C cup that grew considerably over the summer. Her hair also grew out, falling down to her mid back in shaggy waves with lighter streaks in them, and she was even wearing a hint of makeup some mascara and a touch of blush. Despite the circumstances, she looked better than ever. It was perhaps for that reason that Ron suddenly started acting more affectionate toward her, and she thought their relationship could end up leading somewhere despite the fact that she was a little tired of his games. Perhaps they weren t even games, at times Ron just acted like a child while she, intelligent and mature, acted like a woman. Shaking her head, Hermione continued down the hall, trying to figure out what Snape was doing. The only reason he was left behind was to look after her and make sure her bone healed right. Instead he was doing God knew what. Professor? She called out, instead receiving a happy meowing on behalf of Crookshanks who came running to rub up against her. Crookshanks, she groaned in exasperation, nudging the cat with her foot. Not the right time, she shook her head only to receive an offended sound before the cat proudly walked off, dismissing the owner. Professor Snape, could you help me out? She called out again, leaning up against the wall. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | As the various members of the Order departed on their individual assignments, 12th Place, Grimauld Street fell into an old silence it had not felt since these new invaders had found a new home within its dark walls. This new quiet, broken only by the shufflings of Kreacher as he passed through the hidden passages in the walls and the creakings of the ancient structure settling, suited Snape just fine. It provided an atmosphere he could easily work in, and more than once the Head of Slytherin caught himself humming as he bustled to and fro, managing bubbling beakers and frothing test tubes, checking colour and smell as any Potions Master would. Not to mention that Harry and Ron had departed as well, now free to use magic whenever they wanted instead of being confined to Hogwarts. With this new freedom, they were allowed to perform missions of their own, which meant most of the time they were GONE. Oh the joy! Snape's heart, however small and despite constant rumours that he had none, leapt at the mere thought. In all honesty, he should be off committed to a few as well, but ever since that little fool Hermoine broke her leg in a so called 'accident' he had been left to make sure she didn't get into any trouble, as she seemed apt to do hanging around fellows like Harry and Ron. They didn't even have the decency to pay attention in class much less offer any respect an instructor and Head of house would deserve! Hermoine, however, seemed to worship the subject, ALWAYS having the right answer, at the right time, never getting anything wrong. It could be infuriating at some times, ONE of these days, Snape had vowed, he would put her in her place, show her that she was NOT indeed correct all the time! So focused was Severus on this new line of thoughts that he dropped one of his steaming beakers, burning a stinking hole through the tip of his shoe and straight through the dusty carpet sending up orange sparks and a whisp of blue smoke."By the skin of Merlin's right !"Yet his curse was never finished, as Hermoine's voice rang out asking for help. More than likely the silly girl had fallen down again. Cursing his luck he stomped out of his, now slightly smoking room, and started down the hall, calling out coldly as he rounded the corner in all of his dark and imminent authority:"Yes, Hermoine, what is it?"He found her leaning against a wall in all of her young and teenage beauty which never ceased to amaze Snape at how a frizzle haired, buck toothed hazel eyed girl turned into this picture of absolute attraction before him."Can't you see that I'm working? What is so important that you have to run screaming through the house?"He asked in his usual cold and ignorance of the obvious tone. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | The time it took for Snape to get over to Hermione, the girl had all the time in the world to fall down again when she attempted to climb the stairs without crutches. Unable to get up, she simply sat there, infuriated by her own uselessness. A part of her wished she stayed in the muggle world, blissfully unaware of the wondrous place she grew to call home, where she could hug her books, get a boyfriend who could not Confound her or put a love spell and simply live a normal life. Instead, she was sitting in a house where a house elf was on the loose, eager to do anything in his abilities to ruin her stay why of course, a muggle in a house of noble lineage, how preposterous, and her cat that seemed to be more than it let on. Either way, when Snape s dark voice filled the air, giving the poor girl shivers, she was rather happy to see him. It was a strange thing to think, and didn t even sound right, but desperate times. I apologize Professor. I wasn t aware of the fact that you were working, since unlike certain people I m not able to climb stairs, she pointed out politely, offering him one of her sweetest smiles that was laced with a hint of mockery. Hanging out with Ron and Harry turned the sweet little girl a little rougher around the edges, and with everything that was going on she wasn t in the mood to take Snape s attitude without talking back. After all, she was a full fledged wizard despite the one year of Hogwarts she still had to complete. If only Hogwarts allowed its students to skip years, she would have graduated years ago. They said you were supposed to help me around, she explained, reaching out and unceremoniously grabbing the teacher s hand to stand up. He would likely threaten to kill her or actually go ahead and do it, but it was worth it. Could you help me upstairs? I could help you, she pleaded, tired of feeling like a tool. Ever Kreacher was of more use than her. Sniffing the air, she arched her eyebrows and glanced down, scoffing but quickly bringing a hand over her lips. I m sorry Professor, she mumbled, trying not to laugh at the fact that the Half Blood Prince actually made a mistake while making a potion. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | Severus crossed his arms, glaring down at Hermoine where she lay crumpled at the foot of the stairs,"Watch your tounge, young lady,"He snarled, drumming his fingers on his biceps,"Just because you don't have yourfriendsto back you up doesn't mean I'm going to take any of your talk."Stepping off of the bottom step he stood on level with her, fighting the urge to pace back and forth and deliver a lecture, he had every intention to let her lie where she was in order to punish her willingness to spout lip and he told her so,"I have it in my power, Ms. Granger, to leave you as you are if you continue to disrespect my person and Head of Station. I will NOT abide such !"The lecture he was dying to give, however, was cut short, as Hermoine lunged up and took hold of his hand, pulling herself into a standing position. Noticing immediatly that her hands were quite soft, he growled and shoved the thought away at the same time pulling his hand from her grasp. As unceremoniously as she had reached for it, he had just as unceremoniously pulled it away."In case you've forgotten, Ms. Granger,Iam the Potions Master of Hogwarts, and have no need for a student's help!"The word student was laced with utter contempt, although he couldn't quite seem to forget the thrill that coursed through his body when he heard the word 'help' exit her lips. With great majesty, accompanied by a great sweep of his black robe he started up the stairs, convinced he had erased from her mind any intention to pursue him and press upon him any of her...'help'...he had almost reached the top when he was stopped by a soft giggle that had undoubtedly followed a sly insult. Whipping around in the same majestic fashion that he had hoped to depart in, he marched down the stairs, a deep crimson creeping up his pale neck,"What did you say Ms. Granger?"He nearly roared, stopping at the last step allowing him to tower over her crippled form. Etched across his face was an expression that needed no translation, one that clearly shouted:EXPLAIN YOURSELF!Another emotion in close proximity with his anger swiftly arose as he beheld Hermoine, eyebrow cocked coyly, a tender hand placed over her soft lips, hazel eyes sparkling with bugger that. Behind his mask of fury a wave of confusion passed. Where did those words come from? He hadn't used anything like that since Li ...he glanced down at his still smoking foot and suddenly realized. With something like a mix of panick, slight fear, and still strong anger he glared at Hermoine, silently demanding an answer. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | Hermione exhaled softly. Either Snape was going senile or nuts, she had no other explanation for why he loved lecturing people even when they had really done nothing wrong. He was like an old man, yelling at the children across the street for stepping on his lawn, even if the lawn wasn t mowed. She nodded politely when he spoke. I am aware of that, Professor, but you are acting like a child, she pointed out, deciding to go all out. It wasn t as though he could actually do anything his title didn t mean much at the Order and she doubted he would actually physically hurt her. Therefore, it was her time to talk back if there had ever been one. I am tired of not doing anything, and I would like to help you even if it s something small. I mean, every scientist had a lab assistant, she stated, exhaling in exasperation as he went on up the stairs without helping her. What was even the point of him returning downstairs? He was, after all, absolutely unbearable.Suddenly, he returned down the stairs, giving her a brilliant opportunity of finally getting up that bloody stairway. Oh, how she missed Ron. I said that I was sorry for laughing, she replied, watching him turn crimson. She wondered if there was a potion for that or he was naturally capable of turning such a deep shade of red. Surely Fred and George had something to do with it. I just found it amusing that the Potions Master of Hogwarts who doesn t need a student s help would go on and spill potions all over his shoes, she explained calmly, trying not to get him any angrier than he already was. Despite her best attempts to hide it, she was somewhat afraid of the teacher.Nonetheless, the fear wasn t as strong as the desire to get upstairs. Professor, just help me upstairs, please, she requested, sliding a gentle hand underneath his elbow to hold on to him. Despite the fact that her hand was gentle, however, her grip was tight and there was no way she would let go of him. Jumping up one step, she glanced at the man who was at her eyelevel by that point. I really appreciate your help, she taunted, taking another hop up the stairway, relying heavily on Snape s help. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | Snape bit his tounge, growling quietly to himself, to keep from barking "5 Demerits from Gryffindor!" It was agonizing enough to be trapped for weeks in the same house that she was in, much less attempting to bide with her sharp and unharnessed mouth. They could only push him so far before he would crack, and about to crack he was, although for an entirely different reason. When he had spilled the potion onto his foot, the mixture inside had blended in with the leather of the shoe, seeping into his skin and causing a mild reaction in his body similar to a stronger and more potent 'Attraction potion'. Needless to say, Severus, Hogwart's Potion Master was beginning to feel a pull he had not felt in years, and one that was very unbecoming of an instructor in one of the most presitgious Wizarding schools in the world. He had to hurry back to his room to fix up an antidote, but none of that could happen with Hermoine tagging along and nagging him."I'm no scientist, Ms. Granger,"Snarled a lightly sweating Snape through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at the firm hand on his elbow,"And I have as much need an assistant like Voldemort needs more followers!"He turned, fully intending to rip his arm from her grasp, but it was more steely than he had anticipated, nearly pulling him off of his feet. Growling a bit louder than he had been before he resigned himself to quietly assisting the crippled student up the stairs,"In case you haven't noticed, mistakes are often made by all sorts of people, no matter their station. I'm not one to talk, Ms. Granger,"He leaned in, cold, dark eyes boring into her's,"I would have to say that you and your...friends,"He enunciated the word with as much disgust as he could,"Have had more than your share of mistakes."Presently, and all the while with Snape radiating his absolute distaste for the situation, they reached the top of the stairs, his face now blanketed in a sheen of perspiration that looked as if he had run around all of London at least a dozen times. Within him boiled so many familiar feelings that it almost hurt to have them back again and he began to look at Hermoine in such a way that wouldn't behoove him to do so in the presence of anyone else. Silently he cursed the effects of his mistake which would more than likely prove to be more dastardly than any that Harry, Ron and Hermoine had ever cooked up. Behind his frigid mask of intolerance and authority he screamed at Hermoine to leave so that he could flee to the dark recesses of his room and quickly mix up the antidote. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | If there was one word to describe Hermione, it was stubborn . The girl had a tight grip on the man and she was glad to see that it didn t take him long before he finally gave up on his attempts to push her away. In all honesty, she was surprised he would try despite his lack of heart, how could any man in his right mind push away a girl in need like that? It wasn t as though he was going in another direction, either. A part of her wondered if he was up to something bad and that was the reason he struggled to keep her away. Perhaps he was back to his Death Eater habits, she wondered, concerned. Studying the male s perspiration covered face, she felt the concern increase. There was definitely something Snape was hiding, and she wouldn t rest until she discovered what exactly. I don t recall claiming I don t make mistakes, I m just a student, she replied, smiling. Besides, all of their mistakes ended up fixed and always made things better. Except that time when she turned into a cat, not the brightest of her moments. Professor, I promise I won t be a bother, she stated, sighing. Why in the world did that man have to act that way? Certainly, there was the complicated past, but what did she, Harry or Ron have to do with it? And why don t you relax outside of Hogwarts? She wondered, shaking her head. Finally, they reached the top floor and she released his arm after having considered doing something else to taunt him. She hopped along by his side, her leg growing less and less painful to step on by the moment. In an hour or two she would be as good as new. Professor Snape, are you alright? She suddenly wondered, noticing that he was glistening under the light. Of course, the potion, she reprimanded herself, feeling a wave of guilt cover her for suspecting the worst. What exactly was that potion? She wondered, pushing the door of the potions room open to hop into it. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | Snape's worry and anxiety increased as Hermoine quickly hopped her way into his room, grinding his teeth he strode in after her, no longer able to fight the want to watch her rear end as she bounced along."NOTHING is the matter with me, in the least, nothing for a student to worry about!"Snapped Severus, crossing his room in 2 quick strides, sight growing hazy as he fought the effects of the potion with all of his might, deliberately ignoring the sweat slowly rolling down his now very pale face as he 'clinked' beakers to and fro searching."Nothing...in the...potion, Ms. Granger."He continued, oblivious to the fact that his voice had become quite strained and the cords of his neck stood out beneath his skin as he frantically shoved aside more of his equipment. Where did he put it?"Nothing...nothing at all."With shaky hands he clasped the jar he had been searching for, a clear container that held a deeply blue liquid that if ingested would surely draw away any unwanted effects given by any sort of concoction. With a gasp he brought it to his lips but severly misjudged, bouncing the lip off of his beak like nose and causing his hold on the container to loosen, sending it into a slow spiral away from his fingers to the floor with a crash that surely sounded louder to Snape's ears than it really should have been. Glancing down at his foot in horror, Snape turned his now wide eyes to Hermoine and croaked in an attempt to still mantain the authority that everyone saw him as :"Ms. Granger, out of your own well being and personal safety I ask that you exit this room quickly and put as far a distance as you can between yourself and I."Already the consequence of the potion began to take effect and a new Severus Snape began to take hold, a calm smooth Snape, more sure of himself than any previous Severus Snape could have ever hoped to be, a reborn Snape that held up a finger, now fully composed and stated,"On second thought, Ms. Granger, I'm sure I could use your skills..."Executing a swift turn her began to examine beakers, formulating in his mind something that could be created quickly, difficult enough to provide a small challenge, yet simple enough to...work. The new Snape grinned to himself, rubbing his hawkish nose,"I'm going to need you to find the Mer people scales, they should be in the cabinet over there."He indicated which cabinet with a slight guesture in the direction leaving Hermoine to do the rest. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | What in the world was wrong with that man? Certainly, he had his quirks more so than most other people she knew except perhaps Luna, but this was plain weird. The teenager prayed it was the potion that was getting to him, not the pressure. Professor, swallow your pride for once, she mumbled, rolling her eyes. She decided to ignore him since any attempt to have a conversation would result in him nagging and turned around to study the multiple liquids, gels and whatever else was contained in the jars and beakers. All of a sudden, however, her attention was disrupted by the sound of glass crashing and liquid spreading on the ground. She had no way of knowing what it was, but since the teacher was relatively casual about it, well, as casual as Snape could get, she shrugged it off. What truly worried her, however, was the fact that he was frozen with eyes wide in horror something one rarely if ever witnessed.Surely something awful was happening. Professor, I don t , she started but was cut off by the calm, smooth voice informing her that he would like to use her help. For the first time the girl was granted what she wanted yet she wasn t satisfied. Something told her that the male was up to no good, that she would get something other than what she bargained for by helping him. Since when did he even acknowledge the fact that she had any skills? Of course, she nodded and moved over to the cabinet. It turned out to be a bitch to reach, but the girl struggled to open it, her shirt sliding up her back to reveal bits of the smooth skin. She quickly picked up the scales and hopped back up to Snape, sliding the jar onto the table next to him. What are you doing, Professor? She wondered, curious what potion he would make something existent or an experiment. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | Severus, being no fool and knowing quite well what a cabinet placed in high position would do to a girl clothed in a top that would undoubtedly ride up as she reached, caught his full share of smooth creamy skin that absolutely begged to be touched. No need to rush things, though, plenty of time to align, set, then fire."Thank you, Hermoine."He said, cheerily, a tone definitely unbecoming of him but no less than a pleasant change,"We,"He raised a beaker eye level and tapped its side, swirling the crimson contents within,"Are going to see what we come up with after a few mixtures. More or less an experiment."He set the beaker down and began to add a few of the scales she had brought over to its depths. The liquid began to froth and bubble softly as if it had been placed over a small flame, which was obviously not the case. Snape appeared pleased and beckoned Hermoine closer."Look, it's a positive reaction, see how some of the bubbles aren't rising to the surface, but instead, moving in a circular pattern near the center of the beaker? That's a good sign."Snape delivered this explanation quite close to Hermoine's ear almost as if he were telling her a secret, but then he straightened, beaming, something stretched across his face that no one had really seen for some time. A smile."Now,"He continued, bustling back to the glass and selecting a test tube of purple colour,"I'd like for you to take the stirring rod and after you putthis,"He indicated the test tube in his hand,"Into the beaker, stir the mixture once clockwise, then 3 times counterclockwise, repeat this 10 times. NO MORE than 10!"He emphasized, holding the beaker out for Hermoine to take."I'm going to go over to my desk to see if I can't find the crushed dragon talons I left in one of my drawers."He began to step away but stopped himself, concern creasing his face,"You don't need anything to support yourself do you? I wouldn't want to have you fall, you might hurt that leg more!"This phrase itself was very startling for two obvious reasons, one for the sudden care, and two for the utter hypocrisy as not 5 minutes earlier Severus had shown a clear uncaring attitude for whatever happened to Hermione's leg and probably would have jumped for joy had she taken the opportunity to hurt it again. Such was his character. 'Was' being the key word in this sudden and suprising situation. Without a doubt this new Snape would have to think fast to explain his sudden change of attitude to the young Ms. Granger before she caught on as to how the potion had affected him. If she caught on at all, and if such was the case, Severus would be a very happy man indeed. A new man, if you will. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | Hermione glanced up at Severus to make sure it was him speaking and not Kreacher playing some cruel trick on her while Snape was tied up in the basement. We? She tried not to dwell on the pronoun, which was proving to be quite easy considering the tone. She moved closer obediently when he mentioned that there was a positive reaction and tried to remember the properties of every ingredient used to figure out what Snape wanted to achieve with the experiment. Perhaps he was on to something huge which was the reason for a sudden case of split personality. Whether it was the case or not, she most certainly preferred the sudden warm side of him. Or so she thought for about ten seconds before Snape s voice filled her ears, almost causing her knees to grow weak. He was starting to freak her out, despite the fact that his deep voice next to her ear caused shivers to spread throughout the frail body. There was something incredibly arousing about the proximity and intimacy of his actions although she refused to acknowledge it. I I see, she nodded, completely taken aback by the sudden smile. No, something was wrong with Severus.He didn t give her the time to ask what it was, not that she expected much of an answer even if he had. No more than ten, she nodded, stirring the mixture patiently and completely ignoring his existence while she concentrated on the potion in front of her. She counted under her breath, suddenly distracted by the hypocrisy of Snape s voice. Of course, he was mocking her, trying to remind her just how useless she was with her injury. She nodded to herself, trying to believe that nothing strange was going. However Granger was Granger, and she couldn t help but ask, especially as she saw the beaming face. Professor, you are acting strange. Not that I mind, of course, but is everything okay? She wondered, glancing at him again in an attempt to figure him out. In the past, she had been certain that smiling would have killed him, shattered a mask or caused his heart to stop. Now, however, she had to admit that he looked rather good when smiling even though it was hard to adjust to the creepiness of the thought. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | "Keep an eye on what you're doing, Hermoine!"Admonished Snape loudly over her question,"NO MORE than 10, or you just might shrivel the flesh from our bones!"Abandoning his search Snape strode over to Hermoine, peering over her shoulder and carefully monitoring her progress before nodding and giving her a big grin,"Very good!"He complimented, something he almost never gave to anybody, even the students from his own House. Placing his hand on her shoulder he gave it a squeeze, as if in pride, although his fingers lingered a bit longer than normal. Smiling Snape resumed his search, accidentally on purpose brushing Hermoine as he did so, skirting around her to open drawers and sift through their dusty contents for the bottle of crushed dragon talons. Giving a triumphant "Ha!" He stood up clutching the bottle in mention, shaking it like a maracca as he did a little hop skip jig over to Hermoine. Sliding the bottle over to clink against the beaker he nudged Hermoine with his hip, grinning from ear to ear. It was quite apparent that Snape had largely changed into someone he was very clearly not. The nudge he had given would have been commonly seen between a boyfriend to his girlfriend and he seemed to have taken on a smooth and carefree attitude not like the old Snape at all who was strict, cold and stringent. Leaning on his elbows beside her he laughed, becoming more at ease,"There we go, now..."He pointed at the talons,"When you're done stirring, I want you to add that to it, but I'm gonna let that pretty little head of yours,"He poked her temple playfully,"Figure out how much. It's an experiment! Have fun with it, eh?"He straightened, a grin still plastered across his face and to be quite honest, it hurt just a little bit seeing as his skin hadn't been stretched in that manner for quite some time. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | Hermione was like a frightened child when Snape loudly answered over her question, silencing her with a few words. I m sorry, I m sorry, she mumbled in exasperation, slowly returning to stirring the potion. She fell silent, staring and counting until she finally twisted the wand one last time. Suddenly, a hand came to rest on her shoulder, a compliment flying her way. At that point, the poor student almost stirred another circle but managed to pull her hand away just in time. Very good The words sounded almost as though they came from a different language when coming from the frightening Professor. If earlier on her suspicions were vague and paranoid, at that point they came very much real, based on undeniable proof. Something was very, very wrong with professor Snape. She studied the lingering hand, her heart skipping a beat from the sudden attention. Strangely enough, it felt Good. Suddenly, he nudged her with his hip, causing her to stare at him like he was incredibly dumb or simply out of his mind.Nonetheless, she chose to obey him for the while, until her leg was healed enough for her to move properly. Thankfully the potion worked like a charm, the girl able to step onto her hurt limb without wailing in pain. She looked up at him, her jaw almost dropping. Have fun with it, pretty little head? She couldn t help but blush slightly at the compliment, having never expected such treatment on behalf of the professor. Either he was on to something truly huge, or he wasn t the professor. She chose not to take chances, and after dropping an amount of dragon s talons she deemed appropriate, she swiftly turned around, pointing her wand at him. Who are you and what have you done with Professor Snape? She questioned in a cold, firm voice although a part of her wished the man in front of her could remain the way he was. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | Severus took a quick step back, hands raised in a complacent position,"Whoa, whoa, easy there Hermoine, there's no need to light up, ok? We're on the same side..."He used a tone and manner generally reserved for hostage situations, which wasn't far from their current situation in all honesty."I'm still Snape, always have been Snape, and I don't plan on letting that change any time soon. Is something the matter? Something wrong?"He spoke smoothly, relaxed with a voice filled with concern, as if he were unaware that he stood on the wrong side of a wand. To think of, it wasn't that big of deal anyway, Granger was so steeped in 'good' that she would never use any of the Unforgivable curses, she'd settle for Harry's trademark spell, Expelliarmus or something similar. If all else failed, he could always act like...Snape? A confusing thought, but one that would probably set her at ease if need be, the thing was, he didn't really feel like it at the moment, a bit fearful that if he did, he might lose this perfect image of Hermoine in charge: Striking, beautiful red hair haloing a hard set, freckled and lovely face. Despite the injured leg, she still struck an alluring pose, one that outlined her attractive curves beneath her jeans and shirt. Her upraised arm had ridden up her shirt yet again revealing more of her pearly white flesh just begging to be touched, kissed and enough. He visibily shook his head to free his thoughts, wrong time, right place, get this straightened out first, then take a chance..."I'd much rather you put that wand away, Ms. Granger, then we could discuss what's going through your head right now."He tried, using his authoritative tone that had most students quaking as soon as he opened his mouth. He wouldn't mind that reaction right about now, it might make her think twice about threatening her own Professor. He shifted slightly, remembering that he had slipped his own wand in his robes within easy reach, it hadn't been too long since he had last drawn, he'd still be fast enough if need be. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | Hermione blinked as Severus raised his hands and told her not to light up. As though Snape would ever consider saying such a thing. The man she knew would have mumbled something under his breath and after a few minutes of trying to decipher it she would realize that it was an insult along with some kind of a menace about either getting her expelled, ruining her life or making Gryffindor come in last with so many demerits that they would land into the negatives. Instead, he remained composed, speaking to her as though she was the bad guy in a hostage situation. She bit down on her lower lip, considering the possibilities. While it was true that she wouldn t step into the forbidden spells, she has practiced several others that could possibly injure and get him still until the rest of the order returned. Considering her options, she studied him cautiously, noticing the shake of his head. Before waiting for him to speak, she called out Reducto , a relatively minor spell to cast him aside. It was the second time she tried it and since the first time had been with a larger object, she was surprised to discover that the strength of the spell was more important than she imagined, sending him flying against the wall. It was all the spell did thankfully, since it was cast right as he spoke in that numbing tone of his. Oh crap, crap, crap, she mumbled, running up to the Professor, kneeling next to him with an air of concern. She leaned over, mere inches away from him, her cleavage fully exposed from the deep cut of her shirt. Professor, I am so sorry, she murmured, hopeful that she would not end up getting hurt. Are you okay? I was honestly convinced that someone infiltrated the house, she kept on mumbling apologetically, trying to get him to forgive her before he considered taking her head. Her hand came to rest on his shoulder as she spoke, just to check for broken bones. Thankfully the blast hadn t been too forceful the spell only propelled the person back. The dungeon wall would have been extremely painful, yet that one was a lot softer on the body. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | It's a mighty strange sensation to be standing and talking one minute, then to be thrown through the air the next. For Severus it was this exactly, however, there happened to be an added plus that seemed to accompany every poor bloke who was tossed willy nilly. Time had slowed to where he was able to study the problem he had gotten himself into. 10 ft. from impact: It had started off well, thought Snape. If only she hadn't pulled that spell on him he was pretty sure that she would've been in his grasp as easily as a mouse is caught by a hypnotizing snake. 6ft from impact: All in all he really shouldn't be disappointed, in the end he could act so injured that she would take pity and they could move on from there? After all, this might just damage his back, shoulders and or arms, rear end, Merlin knows what else, his voice would still work... 3ft. from impact: Damn. This is going to hurt, old boy. Severus groaned from his spread eagled position and tried to roll over. A sudden ache in his back, shoulders AND arms, rear end, and head kept him from moving any further."Ouch..."His eyes fluttered slowly open to come face to chest with Hermoine's rather amazing knockers. Snape shut his eyes again trying to figure out where his terms were coming from, it was almost as if this potion had taken him back a few years. A grin surfaced through his grimace of pain: Not that he minded, he always wanted a couple years returned to him, he believed to be rather deserving."Ouch."He groaned again, holding a hand to his head,"There was no call for THAT, Ms. Granger, I was perfectly happy to negotiate and talk this situation through."He tried to sit up, found his face nearly buried itself into Hermoine's cleavage so he lay back down again gingerly."Who in Morgan le Fay's green fingertips would have infiltrated, Ms. Granger?"He asked in an attempt to be scolding, yet failing almost very misereably due to his proximity to Hermoine, his sudden arousal, and his main goal to seduce the young student. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | Bloody hell. Hermione watched Severus attempt to roll over, almost as pathetic as a turtle flipped over by a little bully. She winced, biting down on her lower lip as though she was the one to get tossed against a wall. For a moment, the teenager contemplated telling him that things could have been worse, but she didn t want her head on a stick. Oh, he would hurt her so much once he recovered. She was certain that this time the man would snap and resort to actual violence. Perhaps if she treated him and took care of him, the ice around his heart would melt and all would be forgiven? No, they weren t in a movie starring Jennifer Aniston and he was not precisely a bad boy with a broken past. Snape scared her almost as much as Voldemort scared well, everyone in the magic world. Blimey, she mumbled softly, trying to think of something when she felt his warmth right next to the soft mounds of flesh that were her chest. She glanced down at him and backed away slightly, offering him an apologetic, awkward smile that suggested her readiness to run away despite the pain in her leg. Well Professor, if you wanted to negotiate, you shouldn t have reached for your wand, she pointed out, sighing. His inability to be scolding made it easier for her to respond without shaking. I don t know, but better safe than sorry, she exhaled, shaking her head. I m sorry Professor, let me help you up? She offered, leaning in to grab his arm and pull it over her shoulder. The position was incredibly intimate and odd, her face almost pressing against his neck, her arm sliding around his waist. Nonetheless, the girl thought that she was strong so she gave it a shot, carefully pulling him up along with her although it ended up not working very well. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | Severus' eyes shot open, shining with indignity,"Ireached for my wand?"Incredulousness dripped from his lips like honey out of a bear's mouth,"Ireached for mywand?!"He repeated, the pain in his sad, abused body beginning to fade,"It was YOU Ms. Granger who got it into your head that I was some sort of imposter, and it was YOU who figured it would be a good idea to whip out YOUR wand and attack me with it!"He exhaled all of this in one breath, falling silent save for his grumbles as he tried to right himself, supported by her semi capable form, and a form Snape finally got to press his own to, a voluptous body, curved in the right places so that, despite the awkard position, the Potion's Master was still able to fight right in almost perfectly. The soft globes that were her breasts strained slightly against the fabric of her shirt, giving Severus a tantalizing peak as they bulged slightly over the top of her shirt while she strained to lift him. Snape almost went a little limp just to watch her strain a little more. Correction: To watch her chest strain a little more. He was quite aware of her hot breath against his neck, washing over his tingling skin, as anyone would, and for a moment he considered leaning a bit so that her mouth would brush against it but he elected not to do so, for the main reason of: he really couldn't keep his eyes off of her chest. Thankfully her face was turned away from his and she couldn't see his obvious scrutiny. When he was sure he could handle himself, he gently pushed her away, his forearm not so accidentally brushing her chest as he grabbed her shoulders and gently moved her."I'm fine, thank you, Hermoine..."He said, coughing and brushing the old dust from his robes, doing really nothing to solve his coughing which increased in volume and intensity slightly before he caught on that he should quit dusting himself."Thank you."He said again, realising that he was making a bad habit of repeating himself, for a moment he stood, in an awkward situation, as how can one really truly react when you were thrown to the floor by another's spell? For now, silence reigned as Snape attempted to gather his thoughts and plan his next...action. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | The girl shrugged staring at the grumbling man. There went the new Snape and back came the old, she thought to herself. Well it s your fault Professor for suddenly acting like a human being, and a happy one at that, she pointed out, unaware of the fact that the soft orbs were swelling above the cut of her shirt as she struggled to help him up. The man was incredibly heavy, or at least he was for someone like her. He was also surprisingly comfortable and warm when she had expected him to feel like a lizard cold and disgusting. When his forearm suddenly slid along her chest something she obviously mistook for an accident, and removed her, she nodded, almost disappointed that he didn t let her make up for her actions. He then started coughing all of a sudden, sounding like a chain smoker. Professor? She mumbled, terrified. It wasn t possible for a shove like that to actually severely damage any of his internal organs, right? Are you alright? She questioned, hardly taking notice of the fact that he repeated his gratitude twice, something she would have usually dwelled on for hours. She was genuinely worried for the teacher since she was almost hippie like in her love for everything human, only her love was a little less drug influenced.She stood up, wiping the dust off her knees before studying him in an awkward silence for a few moments. Resolute to make things a little more normal, if that was possible in their situation, she skipped back to the table where the potion was being made, unaware of the fact that she was once again offering her teacher quite a nice view of the two bouncing mounds of flesh. She paused by the potion that still seemed rather normal or at least looked like it wouldn t explode, and studied it silently. The color was turning rather strange, almost bright purple. What in the world could such a strange mix possibly do? Some kind of a magical weapon of mass destruction, perhaps, she thought excitedly, momentarily oblivious to the fact that he was still hurt. So Professor, you are not going to attempt to kill me, right? She glanced up at him, not even pausing to hear his response. If not, could you tell me what exactly this experience was about? She questioned, leaning up against the counter. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | Grateful from the silent reprieve Snape stalked over to Hermoine's side, peering down at the potion for a moment, before shrugging and throwing her a lopsided grin,"I dunno."He shrugged as he picked up the beaker, swirled the contents inside and watched bubbles pop on the surface or just plain disappear."I couldn't tell you, just thought'd it'd be fun, you know?"He put the container carefully down, still staring at it's contents, before glancing up at Hermoine, his nearly black eyes meeting her's. A dull throb reminded Snape of his most recently aquired injuries and he clenched his teeth, reaching for the back of his head, finding almost immeidatly a good sized lump quickly forming. Cursing he turned only to have another pain assault him near his lower back, reaching behind himself to comfort the spot, his shoulder grated and protested, causing him to reach for that as well beginning a tiny train reaction of Severus groaning and yiping as he attempted to treat all of his sore areas. It was almost like some sort of tribal dance. Either way, it had left Snape leaning against the table, panting in sudden exhaustion and a slight, dull pain."Hermoine..."He said, slowly,"Be a dear and oo! An' see if you can search that cup ow! Tha' cupboard for the healing salves, I should have...aahh...have several."He pushed himself to his feet, ableit painfully and among much 'ooches!' limped his way over to his desk. It would seem that he had taken the fall harder than he would have originally believed. With luck some of the salves would take away the brunt of the problem and set him back on track, for now, he leaned against his desk watching Hermoine as the cupboard he had directed her to was also a bit out of reach. Snape choked back a snicker. Clever little man. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | Hermione shook her head, sighing. What a waste of time. Disappointed was not a sufficient word to describe her current state. At least her leg had mostly healed overtime, and she could walk in a relatively carefree manner. The same could not have been said for her Professor, who seemed to be in pain all over. She frowned, realizing that it was his back that was mostly hurt, since he was pushed backwards. Poor man, the spine and the head were so easy to injure Hermione felt a pang of guilt, yet telling herself that Snape deserved it for everything he had done in the past helped. Oh, she could hardly wait for Harry and Ron to come back so she could share the incredible experience. It was wrong, yet she felt very excited.Skipping over to the cupboard, she stood on her tiptoes, the shirt once again riding up her taut stomach. She pulled out the small star shaped box with green gel in it before glancing back at the professor. The problem with the salves? They had to be applied onto the place that was hurting, and she doubted that the Professor could reach all the way down his back. She walked up to him, looking around. There was a bed in his room, yet even thinking about what she was going to say made her blush. Uhm Professor, go lay down. And um, take off the robe, she spoke quietly, biting on her lower lip. I did this to you, I ll help you out. If you let me, of course, she quickly added, a part of her hoping that he wouldn t. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | It took everything in Snape's willpower to keep from jumping with glee, and of course, the threat of more pain. This was playing out better than he had expected. Ever so gingerly he pushed himself off of the desk and gave Hermione a small grin,"Of course I shall let you, Ms. Granger, I'm not a man to stand in the way of a seemingly determined female."Daring to wink he limped his way across the creaky floorboards and towards his bed. Cot, as it felt sometimes. A bed of solid rock. There was hardly anything in this cursed house that was enjoyable. Aside from, perhaps, what would happen in a few minutes, if Severus played his cards right, which he fully intended to do, chances like this didn't come around...ever. Carefully setting himself upon the edge of the bed he paused for a moment, as if resetting himself to a new position, which was partly true. The other half was to give him an opportunity to lock eyes with young Ms. Granger as he began to slowly remove his robe in a way that was certainly not becoming of a man of his station, nor stature. However, he did so anyway, sliding it, shall one say, almostsensually from his shoulders, during which he let it slip to the ground with a quiet 'fwup'. Still mantaining eye contact he reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, not as slowly as his robe, definitely fast enough so that she didn't feel uncomfortable right away. He wouldn't want to scare her away too soon, no, not at all. In what seemed like no time at all, Severus removed the shirt from his body, the clothing coming off of his lean, lithe arms easily to a reveal expected pale skin underneath, however, suprisingly corded with a muscle that one would usually find on, perhaps, bikers, or even pole vaulters. A relatively thin, yet still attractive physique. The subconcious Snape took the golden opportunity to flex slightly as he tossed the shirt away, and in that motion suddenly remembered that, yes, he was in pain. With an almost indescernible groan he lay down gently, massaging the bridge of his nose with the fingers of both hands."Hermoine," He said in a smooth voice that didn't really betray the pain he was surely feeling,"Come here."The seductiveness laced within his tone was not immediatly decipherable, but clearly present. The stage was ever so slowly, being set. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | Hermione s eyes widened slightly at her teacher s comment, a blush coming to her cheeks. Was he flirting with her? It was the strangest thought on Earth it was less likely for Snape to flirt with her than for Voldemort to suddenly acknowledge the fact that he was evil and make amends. Shaking her head, she tried not to over analyse things, which was proving to be quite hard considering the fact that not only did she have a steep learning curve but was also a girl. She watched Snape lump over to the bed, undoing his robe. It caused her to blush once again and attempt to avert her eyes, yet another attempt that was proving to be futile. There was something incredibly sexy about the movements of his shoulders and back, the muscles tensing when he removed the robe. Although he was as white as she had expected him to be, there was far more muscle than she thought there would be. The robe made the man seem a little chubby, yet it turned out that it was all muscle, a sight that almost caused the girl s jaw to drop. Like every girl, Hermione entertained thoughts about some of the teachers it was quite normal at her age. Severus Snape, however, never even brushed her subconscious up until that day. Their sudden proximity and his ability to speak to her with at least some respect made her heart throb for some reason.His voice tore her out of the sudden flow of fantasies, and the girl slowly swallowed before making her way toward him. It was similar to waiting in line, only she wasn t certain whether she was in line for a rollercoaster or a visit to the dentist. O okay, she whispered nervously, the smooth voice causing her to bite on her lower lip with a rather excited expression. Oh, young girls like her were truly far too easy to excite. She sat down next to the hard body, hesitating for a moment. She glanced at the cream in the small pot and nodded to herself, quickly rubbing her hands together to warm them up before sliding her fingers into the pot. Coating her hands in it, she slowly pressed her hands against the middle of the man s back, leaving the warm mass there. Her palms slid along each side of his ribs in motions shaped like V, slowly spreading the greenish substance along his skin. Her touch was very light at first, until she found herself forced to rub the salve into his skin. Her fingertips dug into him, extremely skilled bored in the muggle world, she decided to take massage classes one summer. It proved to be quite boring, yet she went through with it, hoping to impress Ron one day at the time. Her fingers ran all over his back, caressing the smooth skin and digging into the tense muscles undoing a few knots in the process. Does it hurt? She wondered softly, her voice hardly audible. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | "Not so much when you're doing it..."Snape murmured, shifting slightly under Hermoine's skilled fingers as she deftly worked her way over his body, easily chasing away his aches and pains. Severus was not blind, he had seen what her reaction, however slight had been, and it would've taken a fool to not notice the quaver in her voice, the sure sign of a young woman excited. It was hard to hide what sounded like a purr of content from Snape, although she was sure to feel it rumble slightly beneath his skin, like the growling of a quivering earth as you stood upon it at the eve of an upcoming earthquake. Interpret as you will. Severus rolled his shoulders, sighing as everything slowly faded into a dull bliss, kept alive by Hermoine's travelling fingers as they dug and massaged over Severus' well muscled back."You're actually..."Snape's comment was interrupted by a small groan of satisfaction, his shoulders rolling again,"Actually quite good at that..."Suprisingly. The Potions Master didn't really expect a simple student to know so much about easing the body into a quiet stupor, a physical hypnotizing session. It occured to him it was something he should do more often, after a stressful week at Hogwarts. Come to think of it, almost every week was stressful, he could hardly think anymore, something like this would definitely set him straight and relaxed."You don't, perchance, take appointments, do you?"Snape jested, looking over his shoulder at Hermoine with a devilish grin that suggested more than a massage at said appointments. Indeed, if the young Granger kept up with her fingers, she might have an 'appointment' right now, and from the look in her eyes, he was pretty sure she wouldn't pass it up. |
[ Tortoise and The Cheshire] 12th Place, Grimauld Street | Hermione blinked, clearly surprised when the slight quake ripped through the professor s body. She had no idea how to interpret his actions any longer, yet with his hard muscles resting underneath her fingertips it was hard not to let her mind wander to places it never should have approached. When he rolled his shoulders or groaned in satisfaction, she had to pause to inhale deeply before continuing, trying to get her breathing to return to normal. Instead, it seemed to grow slower with excitement while her heart pace kept on accelerating to the point where she was getting woozy. The older man s comments didn t do much to help her, either, suggesting that he enjoyed her actions more than she should have since she only volunteered to spread the salve across his back and nothing else. In all honesty, she could have just stopped there the salve would have started working and eventually get through his system to heal whatever was wrong. Surely it was already working, the cream was incredibly effective. Nonetheless, she slid her fingers into the green solution again, spreading it higher up to his shoulders, easing the incredible amount of tension there, before letting her hands slowly slide down until they reached his lower back. It was at the same time that Snape s comment followed, causing her cheeks to grow bright red. Professor, she protested meekly, sounding like a schoolgirl in love with a teacher yet too giddy and playful to admit it. Inwardly, she was cursing herself for ever sounding so deft, especially with Snape around. Surely he would make sure to turn her life into Hell once whatever was up with him ended. I don t, she replied with a toothy grin. I might though, if you ask nicely enough, she added teasingly, deciding to see just what the man was up to. |
The Beast And The Harlot [Private!] | There was a dark hush throughout the entire Malfoy Manor. Even in the mid morning the house seemed dead like the night. Aimee Theroux sat in her newly acquired room, glancing at her reflection in a large mirror. Everything in her life had turned upside down in the past few weeks, and she was left stranded in a family friend's home. Aimee was out of Hogwarts by now, and at the ripe age of nineteen she was avoiding University. She didn't want to go to another boarding school with more homework and annoying professors. Before her parents had perished they had insisted upon her at least learning some subjects, even if it wasn't at formal schooling. They hired tutors for potions, transfiguration, dark arts, and even practical subjects were covered like French and arithmetic. After trouble with a few teachers, her parents decided one tutor could cover most magical subjects, and that was her dark arts 'professor', Lucius Malfoy.Plans had already been made out for her to stay at the Manor two days a week for a year or so, but that was before her parents were caught in a massacre between a group of Death Eaters and muggleborns. After the dreadful experience she had been moved permanently to the Manor, or at least moved there until she was mature enough to live on her own. And that was fine with Aimee, as it was much better than living with her grandparents or having to buy her own apartment. Besides, it meant she got to spend even more time with her new favorite person Lucius.The young lady sat at her vanity, twisting a bit of hair between her fingers. The dark locks fell down to her mid back in soft curls, wisping around her face to form a rather elegant frame. Her blue eyes were light and appeared rather like marble. With a sigh Aimee stood up and began placing her feet inside a new pair of heels courtesy of the money left behind by her parents. They looked as if they belonged in the Victorian era, with patent black leather held down by artisan crafted laces. The rest of her outfit was a bit cliche of a past time as well. A skirt that fell just below her knees had ruffles and lace covering it, all of which were of a dark shade. A white button up shirt covered her upper portions, though she left a few buttons undone touncoverthe tops of her breasts. After she had put on her four inch heels the girl grabbed a small satchel and headed towards Lucius Malfoy's study.Aimee herself was rather short, only an inch or two above five foot, so she always wore heels to feel adequate. A clicking noise echoed off the stone walls as she walked, until eventually she came to a large wooden door with intricate carvings cut into it. With a deep breath Aimee put a smirk on her face, and knocked on the door. |
The Beast And The Harlot [Private!] | Lucius sat at his oaken chair going over his various plots. The world would soon be his lord's world, if all went according to plan. But there were various smaller details to attend to. Such as the newly acquired girl. Aimee. He would make her his protege.He got up, inspected himself in the mirror. Donning all black as usual, he saw his crisp lean form in as good a shape as ever. The brilliant blonde hair hurt to look at in the sun. He cold grey eyes gave no ground to those who were not greater. Even to them, they remained cunning. His mouth, a cruel crescent, tight lipped and strict.He cocked his eyebrow when he heard the knock. He opened the door with military sharpness. He was shocked to see Aimee, looking like the epitome of womanly beauty. She was dressed as a virile young lady, just as she should be, the image of womanhood."Right, time to begin the lessons. Now pay attention...." |
The Beast And The Harlot [Private!] | Despite the harshness of Aimee's new tutor the young girl remained rather playful and cheerful throughout their encounters. To be honest she was probably a troublesome ward, always wanting attention or dragging out these classes far beyond their intended time limits. But, it was all a part of her powerful skill of manipulation, to which Mr. Malfoy was only fueling by teaching her himself. When the tall blonde answered the door Aimee smirked mischievously and walked past him into the room.The young lady looked around the room, observing all of the random papers scattered about his office, the open books and bits of torn parchment... Most likely a sign he, or one of his henchmen, were trying to brush up on some sort of skill. This in turn probably meant she would actually have to pay attention. "Lessons?" Aimee asked, twisting a curl between her hair. "I thought we scheduled this meeting to be a fun, stress relieving get together!" The girl smiled at him and her eyes sparkled. Despite the meaning that could be taken from the words, her voice had enough sweet innocence to hide any improper intentions. "Because, well, isn't being a death eater just loads of hard work?" Aimee laughed for a moment, and then pulled out her wand and took a position near Lucius so that if he truly wanted to teach she could pretend to be learning. |
The Beast And The Harlot [Private!] | "Silly girl. No laughing."Lucius didn't want to smile, though he'd like to. But it was part of the training for the students to become hard and violent. He couldn't see her becoming this way at all. However, he would press on."Now we are going to learn about charms. To charm your opponent, you must always look them in the eyes, and wave your wand like such. Hm? Why are you giggling? Its too early for discipline, but so help me, I will do it! Now pay attention."Why was that innocent thing laughing so? She was not a harlot. Lucius knew all about them from his younger days. Oh yes, all about them. In fact, he was going to get an erection if he didn't stop. Too late. Good thing he was wearing all black. That would make it less noticeable. But it being quite large... he wasn't so sure. He would ignore it. |
The Beast And The Harlot [Private!] | Aimee watched in amusement as Lucius seemed to become more annoyed with her playful attitude. She twirled her wand in her fingers for a while as the wizard continued with his lesson. "You are touchy aren't you?" The witch cooed, though her eyes weren't directly on him. Instead she was staring at a painting on the wall, of a man who looked quite a bit like Lucius, but his attire and hairstyle made it obvious he was from another time. "I mean, your temper is rather short."Finally Aimee took hold of her wand with a firm grip, and she stared at Lucius intensely. "Avis." Her voice was quiet, but the charm worked anyway. A small flock of birds appeared from her wand and gently fluttered around. One landed on Lucius' shoulder, and another tried to pick at his hair. "Like that?" Her tone was cheeky. Mr. Malfoy was speaking of charms far beyond playful birds, but it was in Aimee's nature to toy with people.All that time the girl didn't notice the man's bulge in his pants. She was far too busy playing with the few birds that stayed around her, flying cutely through the air. |
The Beast And The Harlot [Private!] | "Young lady, this is not playtime. I will have to discipline you, should you not shape up. You wouldn't want that, would you?" The implication of 'discipline' was very real, but Lucius was mysterious and authoritative, so she probably didn't catch it.Waving his wand, he got rid of the birds. Staring her down, he began again "nonetheless, that was very good work. However, we must try new spells which they'd never teach you in school. Try this one, 'Seducto,' to entice people. Its not like the imperius curse, because they will enjoy obeying you with this spell. It will be immensely pleasurable."He showed her the motion and the proper way to perform it."Now, I will try it on you, so you know what the effects are like. Ready? Seducto! Now Aimee, dear pet, go and fetch the wine over in the corner there and pour us some. Once the spell wears off, you will try it on me and then the lesson will be over for today."Her eyes had glazed over in pleaure, and she gained a bit of a wobble in her step. It was so charming to watch her pour the wine. He almost got another erection. Thankfully, the first erection had come and gone, a symptom of too much pent up sexual energy. His wife was no good anymore, and he needed an outlet. Perhaps she had come in a short, sexy, blue eyed package. |
The Beast And The Harlot [Private!] | "Discipline?" Aimee asked. It was hard to think what actually punishment he would come up with. She had never been truly punished as a child, aside from a few scoldings and being sent to her room. And Hogwarts had been quite a breeze for her, as she had never been a real delinquent. The idea of being punished by Lucius was frightening, yet it sparked her curiosity.Soon, though, those thoughts were pushed aside and they were back onto charms. "Then why don't people always use that cha " Her words were cut off by the spell, and a new odd sensation. Her arms felt limp and her legs were moving without her own effort. But it was a relaxing feeling. As if she were a feather being blow by a gentle breeze. Aimee's eyes were half closed as she blissfully poured the two glasses half full.Returning back to Lucius' side she handed him the glass of wine and then sat down on a soft, leather love seat. Almost robotically the girl drank some of the wine. Her eyes moved back and forth between Lucius and the glass in her hand. Everything was so warm and pleasant under this new spell. She rather liked it. |
The Beast And The Harlot [Private!] | Lucius sipped his wine down quickly. He was a bit of an indulgent drinker, not to mention a lightweight. As the heady solution began to get to him, he went and sat down next to the lovely girl he was training. Admiring her quietly, he told her "You are the most beautiful student I've ever taught. And I do love your cheerful manner. It brings some light to this glum place. Don't fool too much though, else I will discipline you. I know that the prospect excites you, but do not rush into it love."Ahh alcohol. It made him say things he'd never say otherwise. But that was the point. Actually, the spell was created from the premise of alcohol. However, there were no ill effects at all.He got up and sat near her, revelling in his buzzed state. Grasping her hand, he laughed and waited for her spell to wear off. Of course, since she had consumed alcohol, they wouldn't know when that would be. Realizing this, he figured now would be as good a time as any."Cast the spell upon me Aimee. And then I will get us some more wine." |
The Beast And The Harlot [Private!] | Aimee wasn't much of a drinker, but her parents had taught her how to have a glass of wine with dinner. So as the drink went down her head became only a bit lighter. Then again, the spell mixed with the alcohol was quite a concoction. "What a sweet thing to say." The witch said cheerfully at Lucius' compliments."Oh... Well... Alright." The brunette replied as she was instructed to use the spell. She sat down the now empty glass and pointed her wand at Lucius. Her eyes met his for a moment, and she tried to whisper the spell. "Se... Se..." The charm was having an effect on her magic, and even her wand seemed to have less of a tingle as she held it. Taking in a deep breath the girl shook her head and refocused on Malfoy."Seducto!" Aimee grinned as the charm finally came out. "I did it!" She said happily, like a young child at Hogwarts who finally passed their test. "So... You want to get us some more wine?" The smile on her face widened. "Wait!" She said abruptly. "The brandy. It was over there too. I want some ofthat!" Her voice already sounded a bit odd, as if it were swaying back and forth. |
The Beast And The Harlot [Private!] | Lucius laughed as the spell hit him, feeling as if he had taken several shots of liquor. He stumbled over and picked up the brandy, as she requested, and poured both of them a good amount of it. However, he had noticed her tone. She spoke to him as an equal. He'd let it slide for now. But if she did it much more, he'd discipline her for sure.Drinking down his brandy, he said "congrats. You've mastered one of the more difficult spells in no time. We're going to get stone drunk to celebrate."Things were so lovely and warm. He couldn't be mad now. He grasped her hand again, just to feel it in the present circumstances. It was soft and warm, and he pressed it to his mouth."My lovely student..." He then kissed up her arm, reaching the sleeve of the dress. Here he waited, still holding her hand in both of his. |
The Beast And The Harlot [Private!] | Aimee eyed him for a moment as he sat down the drinks. Even while partially drunk and with her mind blurred by a curse she felt the situation had become curious. Lucius, the strong and normally egotistical man, had become rather humble, at least for a moment or two. When he sat down beside her and kissed her hand Aimee's heart fluttered a bit.The witch smiled at him and giggled a bit as he kissed her arm. "You are rather funny." She teased playfully. "One moment you are threatening me, and the next you are kissing my hand." By that time he had landed at her sleeve, and Aimee twisted her head so she could see his eyes. His beautiful, blue eyes."I think you really want to be playful sometimes." Aimee continued, as if she had no idea what could come of the situation. "But you are too scared for your reputation to do so." The girl shook her head disapprovingly, and then smirked at him. "You should relax more often." |
The Beast And The Harlot [Private!] | Lucius laughed. "Yes you are right, Aimee! I will start right now."He continued to kiss up her body, moving along her dress to her bare neck. Here he bestowed several elongated kisses, sucking the flesh lightly. He continued the path upwards to her mouth. He paused here, breathing audibly.He wondered aloud, "Should I stay or should I go?He looked into her light blue eyes, her strong facial bone structure. She was cold. She was strong. She was playful, and he loved her giggles. He kissed her once, just below the lips. He kissed her again, on the cheek. He watched to see the moment of breaking, the moment of cool relapse into deep pools of pleasure. |
The Beast And The Harlot [Private!] | A tingling feeling rushed down Aimee's spine and then sprinted to her toes, causing her entire body to tense for a moment. She could feel and smell Lucius' warm breath, a mixture of wine and brandy. His usual scent was still there though, an intoxicating combination of some extravagant colognes and his natural self. The brunette leaned her head back against the couch, and stretched her neck as Lucius let his lips play with her skin. "Would you leave if I told you to?" She asked with a smirk, before gently wrapping her arm around his upper back.When he came close to kissing her she squeezed a bit of his hair, and then relaxed her muscles. But when Malfoy's pale lips didn't touch her own Aimee looked slightly disappointed. And then, with a rush of energy, she pushed him back against his side of the chair and crushed her lips against his own.Aimee's hands moved to his chest, and her fingers ran over the soft fabric of his clothing. For a long while she stayed there, moving her lips passionately against his own, until she had to come up for air. And then immediately after she kissed along his jawbone and down his neck. "This would be an awfully bad time for Narcissa to walk in." She whispered quietly, before nibbling on a bit of his skin. |
The Beast And The Harlot [Private!] | Embracing her sudden lust, he mashed his lips against her smooth soft ones. He held her tight, wrapping his arms around her, placing his hands on her lower back. His hands wandered over her back, stroking gently, even daring to press lower and lightly caress her firm ass.To address his love's concern, Lucius waved his wand. "We don't have to worry about her coming in now," he whispered back roughly. He looked down between them. Her breasts stood in the way of further passions. He again pressed his mouth to hers, but worked his way down, kissing her neck and upper chest. Once he got to the breasts, he kissed their tops, her shirt being unbuttoned .Very contented, he looked up to her while he kissed, to see the pleasant 'o' her mouth made. |
The Beast And The Harlot [Private!] | Aimee almost laughed when Lucius locked the door. He didn't seemed to regard any of the possible consequences of this situation as a true threat. That made the witch's nerves calm a bit, and she relaxed more into the situation.The brunette tossed her curls behind her head as Lucius moved down her neck once again. Her skin tensed for a moment, but soon it was used to the feeling. Aimee looked down and smiled at the man. She moved her left hand to push back the stubborn blond locks of hair that continued to fall into his face. After a moment she let out the smallest of moans, and then leaned forward.As if on command her fingers quickly began pulling at the buttons on her shirt, until finally her stomach and white and black bra became visible. |
Fallen Harvest [Harle + Chuckeles] | Demeter was angry. She hated Zeus! Once again he thought to run her life, her thoughts, simply because long ago they had slept together. Well, that changed when he killed Iasius at the ritual. That damnable man. She stomped her feet, her robes violently swirling around her shapely legs. Well, she would put a stop to this! Demeter rounded on her desk, sitting to start her plot against the King of the Pantheon. So into her musings was she that she didn't hear the door to her study open and close with only a whisper of sound. Mumbling to herself she sat with her quill and paper, writing coded messages to people who owed her favors. The strong hand that came from behind and covered her mouth made her call out, though muffled and unheard by her Priestesses.Demeter was dragged away, kicking, screaming, and trying fruitlessly to bite the hand of her captor. With inner horror she felt the shift the one that let her know she was being drug through the planes to Earth and humans. With a final wail, she was hurtled through the rift, with a last blow to her temple from her captor. With a thud her unconscious body thudded to the dried out earth, in a ditch to the side of a rutted road, her toga torn and her temple steadily leaking blood. |
Fallen Harvest [Harle + Chuckeles] | Ionas spent the better part of the morning packing up his cart. He shook his head as he glanced over the meager pickings he had managed to harvest from his fields. The fields had been in his family for six generations. Ionas had spent the better part of his twenty seven years working in the fields which had made him strong and tanned from the sun beating down on him. His lips part in a soft whisper of a prayer to Demeter asking her to watch over his fields. He loads the last two baskets into the cart both holding a few extra items of clothing and the best of his harvest. He could get good money for them but one basket belonged to Demeter's Temple. The other he always donated to the orphange no matter how bad his own harvest was.He travels along the word guiding the mule singing a song softly praising Demeter for her bounty this year. His eyes keep a close eye on both sides of the roads for bandits. Ionas barely spots the figure laying in a ditch as he brings the cart to a stop. He glances around before moving towards the figure kneeling slowly to turn the her over. He gasp softly seeing her torn clothing and the bleeding temple. He releases his own cloak wrapping her in it as he lifts her carrying her to his cart setting her inside softly. He uses an extra toga to wrap her forehead. "Hang on young maiden. Ill get you to Apollo's temple for healing." |
Fallen Harvest [Harle + Chuckeles] | Demeter slowly woke. Sound came first. There was a light squeaking, as if a wheel was turning. The crunch of gravel underfoot confirmed the fact. She heard the steps from the mule in front of her and a soft humming from what sounded like a man singing one of her ballads. Not good. The only ones who sung ballads of her were her human disciples. Well crap. She was in the human realm.Next came feeling. This started with a methodical rocking from the moving cart that made her feel like she was in Poseidon's realm. Then, with a groan, she felt her temple and the many scrapes on her body. Her lips felt bruised and dry, like she as dieing of thirst. Her legs felt leaded as though she would never walk again. Demeter let out a sound that was cross between a groan and a whimper and tried to grab hold of the carts sides so she could sit up without opening her eyes. Halfway up she got incredibly dizzy and laid back down with a groan, holding her head in one hand and her ribs in the other. |
Fallen Harvest [Harle + Chuckeles] | He continues to hum his song to Demeter as he guides the mule along trying to keep the cart steady avoiding most of the larger pot holes. He turns hearing a soft groan from the back of the cart. "Whoah mule." He pats the mules neck as it comes to a stop. His footsteps move to the back of the cart pulling out a water bottle as he helps the maiden sit up slowly. "Take it easy young maiden. You seem to have been left by the road."He gently offers her the water skin to her smiling warmly. "I was headed towards Demeter's temple to offer a gift, but after seeing you I figured we should take you to Apollo's temple for healing." He brushes a strand of her hair back as he places his hand on her back lightly to try and help her sit up without hurting herself. |
Under the Sea (seduced2cheat and Candira) | Music. Gently floating through the air, violently cutting through silence, gracefully soothing the souls of those who choose to listen. It has the power to excite, the power to mellow, the power to lighten the load of others or add to it. Emotions attach themselves so easily to the melodies and the words that are soon added. It has the strange power to attract strangers or make people turn away. It also has the potential to carry through different worlds.The Sirens of the ancient seas, the gospel chorus of the churches, the pop singers of today all have one thing in common: the power to touch others with sound. The power to lift a celebration to the utmost pinnacle of jubilation. It was music that inspired the mermaids of this world to venture out into the place of humans. To disappear from Atlantica and join the overworld in moments of triumph and sadness, and to lend their voices to sooth aching souls.This is the story of a mermaid who became more than a simple myth. She became flesh and blood and so much more to a man that hadn't realized just how much he needed someone to sooth his aching heart, and someone to save his life. The story begins at a private harbor in present day California...* * * * Bordello was his name. Alex Bordello. He was a very rich man with rich friends in a world that could only be described as decadent. His life was mostly spent towering over the others of the large city his business was based in. He stared out over them every day as he conducted his lucrative business. He was like a great overseer in his eyes. In the eyes of his employees he was a pompous, elitist ass. Of course, the were rewarded for keeping their thoughts to themselves with employment. And some less fortunate employees were rewarded with their lives...Alex Bordello was not an easy man to get along with if you didn't know him well. But he was less easy to handle when you were an underground business contact. Still, even without his questionable business deals, Alex was a powerful man. Making an enemy out of him would not have been a wise decision. He was ruthless and had little time for mistakes or mercy. More often than not, he killed without remorse and did it himself. He enjoyed seeing others being punished for their misdeeds. It was for this reason his more...questionable employees remained silent, vigilant, and thorough. They took care of his needs and he took care to let them live.Being a man who had inherited a great deal of his fortune, Alex was friends with a large group of people on the A list. Tonight, he was throwing himself a little birthday party. On his yacht. More like an ocean liner in many respects, the vessel in question was full of people tonight caterers, friends, strippers, crew, and corporate spies. There was loud, blaring music that traveled through the air and down into the depths of the ocean, catching the attention of the mermaid princess herself: Autumn. She swam to the surface to see this great party, colored lights hitting the water as well as the shoreline and the sky above. It looked so exciting!Deciding that she needed to see more, the fiery haired mermaid swam closer to the boat just as the group was toasting the birthday boy and his great party. It was at this time, when everyone was distracted that the music started up again and fireworks fired off into the sky. Stunned by their beauty, Autumn let her grey eyes be captured by the lights. And that's when she saw some motion out of the corner of her eye. She looked up to see a man falling from the boat and heading toward the water which was much too deep and too cold for normal humans to handle at this point. She dove into the water and hastily made her way toward the unlucky man who'd been pushed to almost certain death. |
Under the Sea (seduced2cheat and Candira) | His world was one of wealth, privilege and power. Alexander Bordello lived in a world of elegance and decadence that few could even imagine let alone experience. His blood was the bluest in color and his attitude of entitlement shined through in everything he said and did. William Bordello, his great grandfather, had been the patriarch who had built the family fortune from a small mom and pop motel into the largest hotel chain in the world. The Hotel Saphire chain was the most elite and luxurious hotel chain in the world with over 176 Hotels worldwide in 27 different countries. Their clientale boasted movies stars, professional athletes, politicians and CEOs of fortune 500 companies.The work ethic and brutal ruthless business tactics of William Bordello had been passed from generation to generation through his family. William Bordello had built his business by not being afraid to destroy anyone in his way. He had used union busters to keep wages under control, mob contracts to get supplies at rates that allowed him to undercut his competitors, and had bribed anyone from local police to state and federal authorities. It was this culture of the ruthless tyrant upon with the Bordello fortune had been built.The patriarchs who had ruled over the Bordello empire were as unsuccessful in romance as they were successful in business. William Bordello had been married seven times each new spouse being an even less appropriate choice then the spouse before. Alex s grandfather had done no better leaving the wreckage of five marriages and countless meaningless affairs in his wake. By comparison, Alex s father Frederick had been a shining example of marital bliss having divorced only twice. Frederick had learned the lesson of his predesessors including the high cost of California community property law.Frederick s first marriage had been foolish. Against, his father s wishes he had married for "love." She had been of ordinary stock. Her father a pensioner in government service. He had been na ve to think someone who had not come from within there own world of opportunity and privilege could survive in their world. Frederick s second marriage to Stephanie Charmaine was worse. At 22, she was 18 years his junior and had been a hostess in one of his hotels. He married her within two months of meeting her and divorced her twice that fast. There marriage had been so short that the divorce had been relatively painless costing less than 2 million.The only thing good that came out of his marriage to Charmaine, was a commitment never to marry again and an heir, Alex Bordello. Shephanie Charmaine had been shrewd enough to know that her marriage to Frederick would never last. She had also realized that faulty birth control could mean a life of comfort that would last long beyond the duration of her marriage. She did have any interest in being saddled with a child at 22 and had effectively sold Frederick their son in the divorce proceedings. Frederick carefully instilled in Alex the importance of focus, drive and ambition. He also learned that woman were at best a distraction and at worst an anchor.Bordello men and romance did not mix. Alex learned this lesson well and avoided romantic entanglements like the plague. When he did seek out the companionship of a woman she was always ridiculously inappropriate intellectually or socially. He was a handsome man by conventional standards. He had a tall lithe body and hair as black as the night sky. His piercing blue eyes drew one in. Despite his handsome features, the ice that flowed through his body seemed to cast a cold frost over his features. He made sure never to allow any woman close who could ever be a challenge. He was 34 and had never once felt the slightest glimmer of love toward a woman. He had not even known or loved his own mother.Frederick had successfully instilled his values in Alex. He was as brutal and dogged in his business pursuits as his grandfather had been, perhaps, more so. His ability to avoid such vices as "romance," "love" or even "compassion" had allowed him to build the Bordello empire far beyond that of his father or grandfather. For all the privilege and wealth Alex s life afforded him, he was empty and hollow inside. He had been raised without being taught the concept of loneliness. It had shielded him from realizing how profoundly lonely he really was.Tonight, he was celebrating his birthday iin the same way he always marked such occasions completely lost in a sea of people. His parties were legendary people came to be seen. Many of his guests were celebrities. Those who were not celebrities were there to see celebrities. He could care less. Celebrities were no different than anyone else. They were pawns on a chess board his job was to move those pieces carefully. He was not niave enough to believe anyone on his ship moored in Newport Beach Harbor was happy for him. Most of them his employees, business competitors, industrial spies, even those that called him their friend disliked him. While others in his social circle used philanthropy to connect with the masses and stave off envy and resentment. He preferred misanthropy to philanthropy, which his isolated existence made clear.He watched the theatrics with bemusement as the fireworks show began to erupt. He had paid for a firework show with a budget twice that of the Newport Beach s own Fouth of July fireworks show. He got no pleasure from the spectacle but enjoyed watching his guest pretend that they were happy to be a part of his birthday. For many, the pretending was so painful that he did what he could to extend the conversation simply so he could watch their agony as they desperately tried to excuse themselves. They were here to drink his booze and eat his food. His presence was of no consequence.The finale began and the sky was ablaze with color. As rockets of all color shot through the sky, the figure of a man with a long beard holding a trident glowed in the middle of the explosions. A rumble went through the crowd. Someone explained, "That is King Trident, the King of the Sea he rules over all the merpeople." Alex almost laughed, "How cheezy. I will have to figure out who decided to make this the theme of my firework show so I can fire them tomorrow at the office. What a stupid superstitious idea.As he contemplated the ridiculous theme of his firework show, the sky seemed to go dark. He might have thought he had angered King Trident if he had "believed in such nonsense." The clouds looked bad. The wind started to rip through the decks of the boat. He recognized the storm that was brewing and knew the party was over. He needed to get the main sail down before the mast broke. Damn the sail had been locked down. He moved down to the lower deck towards the bow of the boat. The wind and the swells were causing the boat to rock violently. As he leaned out over the railing to loosen the sail, the boat lurched. He fell over the railing of the boat hitting his head as he plunged into the icy waters. The only light was the reflection of the water from the ships lights and the moon. He was semi conscious and disoriented as he hit the water.He knew that he was in trouble. He was dizzy and could barely stay afloat, and the music was too loud for anyone to hear even if anyone on board would have been inclined to help. It was far from certain that anyone would have helped him anyway. Then he saw her. Even in the moonlight her long red hair glowed like fire under the moonlight rays. Her sweet beautiful face would haunt him. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He watched her wondering what she was doing here. She was so amazingly beautiful. Where had she come from? Where did she go? For the first time in his life, a contact with someone had ended and he wanted . . . needed more. |
Under the Sea (seduced2cheat and Candira) | Autumn made it to the man in trouble in no time. She recognized the storm that had fallen upon them. She wasn't sure what he'd done to anger her father, but she knew that it was probably not enough for him to deserve death. She appeared before him in the moonlight, her hair shrouded around her face, though she could see him clearly. Once he stopped flailing around a bit, she swam to him and put her arms around him, bringing him back to the surface. He wouldn't make it on the boat, and it was doubtful that anyone would find him there. So she brought him to the beach, swimming to the shore while she kept him afloat. Once they were on the beach, she lay him on his back and looked down at him, most of her still in the water.As she took him in now, she saw a very attractive man. His dark hair and blue eyes stuck out in her mind. No merman she'd ever known had had that color of hair, nor had she seen such clear, blue eyes. Carefully, she leaned over him, her crimson hair dripping just a bit as she looked down at him. "Are you alright?" she asked, watching as the boat was brought back under control and safely docked. Her voice was sweet and full of concern. It was almost melodic. |
Under the Sea (seduced2cheat and Candira) | Everything was a blur. He tried to clear his head and understand what was happening. He had been on the boat. He remembered the storm and trying to put down the main sail. He had fallen in the water. He felt a piercing pain in the back of his head. When he looked at his hand, it was covered in warm sticky blood. He blinked and moved his hand to his eyes trying to see clearly. When he opened his eyes again, he saw her. She had been so beautiful that he assumed she was a hallucination. Her blazing red hair was so long and straight. The red hue brightened by the reflection of the moonlight. Her face was so sweet and innocent it was a pure untouched beauty.He reached up to touch her face. "You can t be real. You are too beautiful to be real. You could not have survived in the frigid waters." He felt his hand gently move over her soft skin. She was not a hallucination. She was a beautiful girl who had somehow emerged from the sea and saved his life. The moonlight reflecting off the water framed her face. When she asked if he was okay, he could not believe how sweet her voice was. The simple question sounded like a beautiful song. "How did I get here? How did you survive in the water?" He asked. |
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