Love Bites and So Do I [[Gavin]]

[Sura Haughton]

I slither like a viper and get you by the neck.
I know a thousand ways to help you forget about her.

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The excitement that Sura felt for the coming evening was almost enough that she thought her heart might burst from her chest in glee. This was the first time she had been out to Alzubra Alley with any of her friends since she had returned home from school. But they were not going out to just anywhere that evening. They were going to Halcyon Heights' Summer Opener, one of their biggest events of the year, next to New Years and a few various other occasions. Not to say that Halcyon Heights wasn't a fun place to be on a regular night, but the events were always particularly fantastical. More lights, more people, more music, more magic; they were always nights of excess, and they rarely doled out any kind of disappointment.

Glancing at the clock as she brushed her teeth, she shuffled from foot to food before walking to her closet. Sura flicked through the dresses in her closet, most of her attention focused on not drooling toothpaste on her shoe collection below. Shopping and fashion had always been something that Sura enjoyed. It was rare that she went on absolutely massive shopping sprees, but her closet was full none the less. She usually tried to hold onto her money, unless she came across something that she absolutely adored. In that case, money became much less of an object. If one were to go through her closet, they would find clothes that had cost her anywhere from a few Knuts to a few Galleons. As long as she felt that she looked good in it, then it was likely that it could be worth her dollar. Biting down on her toothbrush to free up both of her hands, she reached into the closet and pulled out a black dress with a leopard print bandeau accent. Turning on her heel, she held it up to herself as she looked in the mirror. She cocked her head to one side as she surveyed her image. Satisfied, she hung the dress up on a nearby hook and walked to the bathroom to finish getting cleaned up.

Sura had always been rather meticulous about her image. Even if she was wearing sweatpants, her hair and make-up were neat and flattering. Taking that into account, it surprised no one who knew her that when she had an occasion to dress herself up, she would be decked to the appropriate nines. She wasn't vain, as one might expect. She simply preferred to look her best whenever possible. If she looked good, she felt good, and if that was the case, why would anyone ever expect her to not look nice? After a quick shower, Sura dried and pinned her hair, and began to apply her make-up. She was always careful with the application, preferring to get it done right the first time whenever possible. When she was satisfied with her eye shadow, she drew on her eyeliner carefully, and topped the whole thing off with mascara. A soft beep told her that her curling iron was up to temperature, and she set out on the task of curling her hair. It always took a little longer than she'd like, but the results were always worth it, in her opinion.

When she was finally finished with her make-up and hair, she walked back into her room and glanced at the clock. "Twenty minutes, new record," she mused, dropping the towel from her body. The cool air in her bedroom sent a shiver up her spine, causing goosebumps to spread over her skin. After applying her moisturizer and picking out her favourite underthings, she slid into her dress. When she finally had the zipper done up (she'd always had trouble with that awkward-to-reach zone between her shoulder blades), she dug a pair of leopard studded pumps out of her closet and put them on. They gave her an extra five inches of height, not something terrible on her small frame. She particularly liked the way that they made her legs look. After a final once-over in her mirror, she tucked her wand, ID, and money into her clutch and headed out the door.

Before they could even see Halcyon Heights, they heard the music. She had forgotten how unbelievably ridiculous their sound system was. The line to get in reached around the corner of the building, and Sura suddenly felt like giving an award to the girl that had gotten them on the guest list for the night. No way would she have had the patience to wait in line tonight. She smiled sweetly as she handed the bouncer, a large and rather grumpy looking Wizard, her ID card. He glanced at it for a moment, and looked back up at her. Nodding, he handed it back to her and jerked his head to the door left of him, which opened on it's own. The sound of the music tripled, and the lights spilled out onto the pavement. "Have a good night, ladies." Each girl smiled and thanked the bouncers as they entered, one girl raising her hand triumphantly and shouting "SHOTS!" Well how could she say no to that?

Several shots of tequila and three vodka barlimes later, Sura found herself in her perfect balance of intoxication: drunk enough to give even less fucks than usual, but not drunk enough to be staggering about and doing things that she would completely and utterly regret in the morning. The music and crowd were absolutely perfect, in her opinion. Bar fights had been at a minimum that night, and none of her friends had started puking yet. Everything was absolutely excellent about this night. As she weaved through the crowd to exit the dance floor, she pushed a few damp strands of hair out of her face. It was hot enough with that number of people in the club, but it was even more ridiculous when she was pressed up against an attractive Wizard who was whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She pulled her wand from her purse and flicked it, her hair drying immediately. Much better.

As she reached the bar, the bartender recognized her and poured her drink. He passed it to her over the shoulders of the crowd, and she handed him the money she owed him. It was time for a quick break. Sura looked around the room, sipping her drink as she surveyed. Her eyes locked on a small set of couches in the loft above her. They were set back in a dimly lit area, mostly away from the excitement. It looked like an excellent place to relax for a few minutes. Climbing the stairs, she stepped over several sets of legs and squeezed past two couples that were very involved in their make-out session. When she finally reached the couches, she dropped into the most comfortable looking one, sighing as the leather cradled her body. Delightful.


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Tagged: Gavin
Outfit: Voici
Music: Love Bites (So Do I) by Halestorm
Notes:Hope this is okay!

[Gavin Dewhurst]

we all know,

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(YOU'RE A BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN THIS HORRIBLE WORLD)
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[Sura Haughton]

Keep your feet ready,
heartbeat steady.
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Sura stretched her feet out in front of her, sighing audibly as she flexed her feet to stretch her calves. No matter how in-shape she was, nor no matter how comfortable the pair of heels, her calves were her ultimate enemy when it came to dressing up nice. Even though she wore high heels almost religiously, her lower legs never ceased to demand attention at least once during the session. Her feet never ached, her back never got sore or compressed, and in more than one pair. she was sure she could successfully complete a hundred metre dash. Her only problem was with her damned calves. She leaned forward to massage the muscles for a moment, her fingers working out the knots deftly. At least she was used to doing this. It bothered her much less now than it had used to. In fact, it was often the reason for her to take a break from being social to collect herself. Her friends always noticed when she took time out of her night to rub her seized muscles, and they often inquired why she didn’t just buy a lower pair of heels. And each and every time, she could not help but scoff. Sometimes, beauty was pain. She didn’t spend hours of her life working out to showcase her legs in a pair of flats.

When she sat back up, Sura sat up, rather surprised. A look of mild revulsion appeared on her face as she looked around at the sudden onslaught of groping and spit-swapping that now surrounded her. Not five feet away from her, an astoundingly intoxicated girl was sitting on a man’s lap, facing him. She was grinding her hips into his, occasionally grasping blindly for the couch when she lost her balance. It was a sad, yet disturbing sight. The other couples that were within her range of vision were similar in nature, clearly taking advantage of the dimmed lighting of the area, away from most eyes. It was like she had suddenly walked into an orgy that was heavily peppered with beer and tequila. She had never minded seeing people getting into it at a bar or club, as long as her space wasn’t being intruded on. Such couples came with the territory, and you either had to put up with it or find another place to go at night. The latter had never been an option for her, and she wasn’t about to start now. She stood up and moved toward the closest couple before planting a sharp kick on the male’s shin. He jumped, obviously shocked that he was suddenly feeling pain instead of pleasure, but too heavily intoxicated to be in a fighting mood at this point. “Hey,” she said, her voice slightly raised so that they could hear her over the music. “I’m really sorry to interrupt your, um, whatever this is,” she shrugged and gestured to the two of them with her free hand. “But I got a message from her girlfriend, and she said to go fuck yourself.” A smirk of satisfaction slid onto her lips as the girl on top of him squealed indignantly, planting a slap across his cheek. Sura walked back to her couch as the girl shoved through the crowd and stomped down the stairs, her companion in hot pursuit. That didn’t always work, but it was extremely effective when it did. Pushing the couch farther into the corner, looking around her to see if she could perhaps find a little relief from the sloppy mess around her in this position. Relatively pleased with her new position, she drained her glass and handed it to a waitress who was walking past. “Let’s class it up, a martini please, no olive.” The waitress smiled and nodded, heading off to the bar to grab her drink.

Before she even had time to pull her compact mirror and lip gloss from her clutch, two items that she always kept there, the young witch was back with her drink. Smiling and thanking the waitress, she accepted the drink and handed her a Sickle. She sat back and swirled the drink before sipping it. It was wonderfully cold and overall refreshing. She stretched her legs out again, intending to give her calves another once-over. In the same instant, she snapped them back, narrowly missing being walked into by a set of dresspant-clad legs. Sura’s eyes slid upwards slowly, taking in the impressive physique that she had almost potentially demolished via tripping. It was a pleasant surprise when her eyes were met with those of Gavin Dewhurst, and her eyebrows rose as a contented smirk made its way onto her lips. “Hey there, legs." His voice floated over the music, and she cocked her head as she sipped her drink, her eyes never leaving his. “Mister Dewhurst, what a pleasant surprise. I didn't expect to see you here tonight,” she replied playfully. He nudged her leg, and she slid over to make room for him on the couch. It was rather strange seeing him without his posse of Slytherin buddies or the flock of fawning girls who seemed to absolutely worship the ground he walked on. They had never interacted one on one in public, save for the occasional pleasantries in the hallways at school or occasional snarky jabs at each other in class. Their interactions alone, however, were much more...involved.

The relationship between Sura and Gavin had always been simple. His distain for anyone who wasn’t a Pureblood or a Slytherin would be apparent to even a blind and deaf mute. She filled one of those criteria, and apparently it had been enough for him. Even before they had begun to get personal, he had treated her cordially, the politeness that a Pureblood man afforded to a Pureblood woman, regardless of her house. The first time they had really spoken to one another had been in a Potions class during the past year. The professor had paired them together for an in-class project, and the niceties they exchanged quickly turned to smart remarks and sideways glances as they worked. The potion had turned out well, and they took a moment to exchange the expected pleasantries when it was finally over a few weeks later. The next thing either of them knew, they were walking briskly out of the castle, casting fevered sideways glances. The moment they stopped, they collided, hands clawing at the clothing that they so desperately needed out of their way. Though that was the first time it happened, it certainly had not been the last. It left her with some curiosity about the boy she was sneaking out with at all hours, especially because she had never heard of Gavin sleeping with a Ravenclaw more than once. Perhaps the fact that she kept him on his toes and didn’t mind telling him when he was being a gigantic jerk kept him interested. She couldn't be bothered to be as complacent as so many of the girls she went to school with; it seemed...boring. Whatever it was, he wasn’t the only one that had been interested in keeping their arrangement intact; she enjoyed it just as much as he did. The unspoken agreement of “no strings attached” functioned gloriously for them in the months that they slept together. No questions, no attachments, no promises. Simple, neat, effective. No one's feelings ever got hurt when they heard rumours about new conquests, because they never let those feelings develop in the first place.

When his hand found her bare knee, Sura raised an eyebrow momentarily, her lips parted as she glanced sideways. The warmth from his hand radiated up her leg and send a small shiver of pleasure down her spine. Her free hand floated over to his, her nails raking lightly, playfully, over the top of this hand before she used it to fix the hem of her dress. Gavin had never been possessive of her, as per their agreement, and she had always treated him the same. They were not dating, they were not suddenly best friends who had Sunday brunch, shared secrets, and painted each others toes. They were just two people who found themselves attracted to another gorgeous person, and wanted to do something physical about it. When they were together, it was intense and focused; a frenzy of heavy breathing and hands and explicatives. Bruises, scratches, and soreness in the days following their "playtimes" became standard. She hated the feeling of being smothered by overattentive boys, which is why she figured she enjoyed Gavin’s company. His cool and collected attitude about the entire thing was kind of hot. This was the first time he had ever done anything remotely similar to marking her off-limits in public. He was the kind of person that no one wanted to take a girl from anyways, but the hand on her knee gave would give anyone who was considering ignoring Gavin's presence cause for second thoughts. The impression she had of him was that he got what he wanted, when he wanted it, and he didn’t like anyone else playing with his toys while he was around.

She crossed the leg his hand was on over the other as she sipped from her glass. The orgy din around them had begun to diminish, and she couldn’t say that she was sorry for it. Couples had either retreated to the dance floor, couches in darker corners, or other more private places. Gavin’s voice cut through the music, although his head never turned to look at her, “So then, how’s your holiday?”

The tone of his voice was almost comical. Such a formal and cordial question of her. The exact kind a Pureblooded gentleman would ask of a Pureblooded woman. It seemed foreign in such a setting, where only moments before they had been surrounded by couples positively dying to be void of clothing. She sipped her drink again before licking her lips slowly. “Standard. Nothing really all so exciting so far. I’ve been out flying a few times, but otherwise I’ve been laying low. Shopping some. You might recall my penchant for silk and lace?” Her voice was nonchalant, though the last sentence was peppered with a little more of a suggestive tone. Sura turned her head slightly, looking up at Gavin from beneath thick lashes. “And yours?”

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The night goes dark;
keep your eyes open.

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[Gavin Dewhurst]

we all know,

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[/i] that was just about the one thing that he had been wanting to do this whole last week but hadn't managed it yet. Perhaps tomorrow he could go out to the pitch near his home and burn some of this alcohol off. Yes, that would be very responsible of him. “Shopping some. You might recall my penchant for silk and lace?” He found his eyes instantly dragged from her face, where he had been watching her lips move down to her dress, wondering if she was hinting at what might be below this top layer of fabric. The far corner of his lip twisted up in a dark, but suggestive way. She said it like it was nothing, but she knew better. She wasn't innocent, he had personal knowledge of that.

Taking a drink from his glass, he signaled the nearest waitress for another, his fingertips pressing into the flesh of her exposed thigh, sliding up another tantalizing inch before letting go of her and situating himself, hand resting on the back of the couch, allowing him a more comfortable position. Yes, this meant that he was taking up a good portion of the leather surface, but there was more than one place that she could put her body if she felt uncomfortable. His relationship, or whatever it was, was still supposed to be classified, he couldn't blow his cover by ignoring the morsel next to him. Besides, it would be rude. “And yours?” Fast service, already he had another drink in his hand. “I've just returned from Denmark actually” He hadn't gotten a chance to do much shopping, only bodily harm. He was a big men, but the rugby players had been bigger, he still had tenderness in a good portion of his body as a result. It had been ages since he had felt this sore. He wished that there was something more interesting to report on his trip, as this was his last time for doing impulsive things, and he wasn't off to the best start as of yet. “Lives of the rich and famous and all that nonsense” he joked, though it might not make much sense to her out of context. Sliding down until he was verging on slouching territory he looked back up at her face. “What drags you here? I cannot imagine that you are alone” Of course she wasn't alone, girls like her never were. Her true purpose for being here was her own business, and he wasn't one to pry. However, since she had his attention for now, he might as well attempt to talk to her. No matter how forced it felt. He leaned in a fraction closer, his tone devious “People might get the wrong idea”
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[Sura Haughton]

Keep your feet ready,
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The wolfish grin that appeared on Gavin’s face before disappearing into the depths of his glass for a drink when she touched his hand caused her chin to rise a little, a smirk resting on her lips. Now there was the all too familiar smile she had come to know from Gavin. The charming but oh-so-mischievous look that she had received in the past when they toyed with one another in Potions before one of their rendezvous, knocking elbows over the cauldron, making curt references with double meanings that no one else paid mind to. It was also the same look she received when she took her sweet time undoing his shirt or belt before one of their sessions. She could tease him, he could tease her back, and both of them were entirely alright with it.

The last time she had seen Gavin had been two months before. They had met around midnight in the Room of Requirement, an obvious option if one really didn't want to be found. Though they were never dependent on one another, it was safe to say that each had developed a taste for the other, per se. It had been a little over two weeks since they had last met, so their greetings were less formal and more, in a word, fervent. She’d had bruises for a week and a half after that night. Once they’d had their fill, she could recall examining a particularly raised set of scratches she had left on his shoulder. They discussed and agreed on meeting a few days later at their usual spot, but not much past that. Not that it was uncommon for them, though; they had never carried an actual, complete conversation out that didn’t centre around the next place they planned to tear each other’s clothes off. At least, not that she could remember. It just wasn’t something that they'd ever really done. She showed up the next night that they were supposed to meet and waited for what must have been the better part of an hour. When he didn’t show up, she was admittedly put off. Getting stood up was not something that Sura liked or appreciated when it came to men. By the next morning, she had essentially pushed it from her mind and moved on with her life. It didn’t do well for anyone to dwell on this kind of thing.

She had thought it peculiar that they had stopped seeing one another so abruptly, when she thought about it later on. In the days that followed, he never mentioned it to her, nor did she to him. Life just went on. Realistically, he didn’t owe her an explanation. She wasn’t his girlfriend. Neither of them owed anything to the other. Still, she wouldn’t have said no to even the tiniest of apologies for leaving her high and dry that night. That was the part that irked her the most about the entire thing.

The world snapped back into sudden focus as she felt Gavin’s hand travel higher up her thigh. The slight friction of his skin against hers was was absolutely delicious. Then again, that was probably because she associated the feeling of his fingers on her skin as being a precursor of more explicit and unspeakable things that he did with them later. She was, of course, well aware of the fact that he’d had other companions, but if that’s where he learned how to do exactly what those unspeakable things were, then she was fully prepared to shake each and every one of those girl’s hands. The boy could damn near make her purr when he wanted to. In this particular situation, he was just being a tease, and he knew it. Her chest rose and fell as she inhaled deeply, settling into the couch more comfortably. It seemed that, before anything else, they were actually going to have a conversation. Peculiar, but refreshing.

Gavin’s eyes were set on her face (or more specifically, her lips) as she spoke. That was, until she mentioned her shopping excursion. His eyes dropped and roved over her body almost immediately, taking the image in silently. There was something more...dignified about the way he looked over a girl. She never felt uncomfortable or like she needed to bathe in rubbing alcohol after he did it, unlike the practices of other men. That was something else she really did like about Gavin; he had been raised a gentlemen, and, until he was between the proverbial sheets, he acted as such. The corner of his lips curled up into a dark but mischievous smirk, and she retuned it in kind. “Oh,” she said as she sipped her drink, her eyes trained on his face. “I guess you do remember...” She kept the same innocent tone of voice that she had used when she had asked her question. If he was going to be a tease, then she was going to be one right back. Two could play at that game.

He finished his drink and she watched him flag the waitress down for another. His fingertips pressed into her skin as she slid them up another inch before releasing her. Tease, tease, tease, she thought, looking down into her drink with a smile as she shook her head. That was Gavin for you. She leaned to one side to allow him enough space to become comfortable. By the end of it, she was wedged between his body and the side of the couch. It was mildly uncomfortable. She scoffed, smiling as she looked up at him. “Oh, so I make room for you on my couch, and now there’s no room left for me? Where do you propose I sit now, hmm?” Sura’s voice was playful, and he would know it. There had rarely ever been malice between the two of them, and when there had been, it had been extremely obvious. She watched as he sipped his new drink, changing the crossing of her legs so that she wouldn’t get pins and needles.

”I’ve just returned from Denmark actually,” he said as nonchalantly as she had described her own summer so far. Knowing his reputation and the fact that his family was absolutely loaded, Sura had a feeling that the trip had not been as nonchalant as he made it seem. But, knowing better than to pry, she held her tongue and simply nodded in reply. ”Lives of the rich and famous and all that nonsense.” Sura chuckled and nodded her head slowly. “Yes, I suppose so.” Gavin slid down the couch, nearly slouching. He looked back up at her with those fantastically gorgeous eyes of his before speaking again, ”What drags you out here? I cannot imagine that you are alone.” Sura straightened up and tucked her knees underneath her body onto the couch cushion. She leaned carefully over the arm of the couch, surveying the crowd below them. She had shown up with six other girls, and now she could only find one of them. And even that one was currently glued by the lips to a young man on the dance floor. Sura looked over her shoulder to Gavin and shrugged. Sliding back down onto her bottom, she took the last sip of her drink, draining the glass. “Well, I showed up with six other girls to dance and drink, but it seems now that I have been essentially abandoned.” She chuckled darkly and waved to the waitress as Gavin remarked, ”People might get the wrong idea.” She turned her head in his direction, dropping her chin to her chest as she looked down. “Oh? And what might that idea be?” The waitress was already back with her drink, and Sura pulled the money out of her clutch and handed it to her. She swirled her drink and frowned, noticing the olive in the bottom of the glass. Her nose wrinkled as she looked at it, lips forming a delicate pout. “I’m not a particular fan of olives,” she said, sipping the drink carefully, trying to avoid it.

Sura looked back over at Gavin, batting her eyelashes. “But enough about me. What brings you to Halcyon this fine evening?”

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[Gavin Dewhurst]

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[/i] Slowly, his eyes rolled back up to her face “How could I forget?” she had always been one of the more memorable ones. Her choice of dress for the night accurately reflected his opinion of her. Subtle, muted but with just the right amount of wild. “Oh, so I make room for you on my couch, and now there’s no room left for me? Where do you propose I sit now, hmm?” His eyes rolled down to his lap, knowing that she was following his every movement. “I can think of a few places” Of course, he also knew that she wasn't going to take him up on it, not in public like this. It wasn't proper. His lips shifted into a light smile “You want space, take it” challenging, but not serious. Ever the grateful guest on her chosen couch.

Mindlessly, he shifted his bulky frame to compensate enough room for her new position. He did it without thinking, despite his last words. Constant ebb and flow of two who knew the others body, it was only a natural reaction. “Well, I showed up with six other girls to dance and drink, but it seems now that I have been essentially abandoned.” Six other girls? Why did women always have to travel in packs? The only woman that he really considered to be a friend only had gotten that title because of the fact that she didn't tolerate females lightly. “At least you seem to have the drinking part down” he nodded in the direction of his drink before pulling the lime from his own and squeezing it over the ice cubes in his glass and dropping the fruit into the drink and taking a sip. Merlin he was not a fan of drinking in the slightest. Looking down over the gyrating people in the club he couldn't help but wonder which of the females were the ones that he had come here with. Was she one of those girls who surrounded herself with women less attractive than herself in order to make herself look better? Did she only associate with attractive people or was she just lying and in fact was here by herself? He highly doubted the latter, but it was always possible he supposed. “Oh? And what might that idea be?” he grinned “oh, you know. Woman, dressed like that sitting alone on the humping couches...it's tempting to some people. Of course, not all men are as perfectly contained as I am” his tone was growing arrogant quickly, and he didn't harness it. “You could wind up with any sort of man in a place like this, it's lucky of you that you've wound up with me” he winked, taking another sip of his drink, she was already rolling her eyes. At least it looked like this in the light. She made the comment about olives, that was something that he knew now about her at least. She wasn't just some mindless robot with legs, like he tended to assume most women were.

“But enough about me. What brings you to Halcyon this fine evening?” Looking down at his drink he shrugged “Boredom, honestly” he stated with a laugh, he could have made up some elaborate story about some reason he was here, but there was just no point, he didn't have the energy. He had to focus his bodily efforts on keeping his drink down, at least until he had managed to accomplish a good buzz. He could sleep it off tomorrow, it wasn't like he had any real plans after all. “While I do agree, that I am the more attractive of the two of us, talking about you is easier” he boasted, only half serious, “Why did you abandon your drinking mates?”

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As Gavin’s eyes roved over her body, he seemed to drift away a little, lost somewhere in his own mind, amongst his thoughts. Part of her wished that she could listen in on his thoughts, hear what he was thinking about. Gavin just made her so damn curious. Save for some select moments when she caught him off guard with some choice words or showing of skin, the man had a poker face that was as good as, if not better than, her own. Some people were so very easy to read, but not him; he was about as easy to guess about as taking an Ancient Runes exam without studying. As long as she had known him, he had been very private about himself. Well, not all things about himself..., she thought to herself, the corners of her lips turning up into a small smirk. Sura knew, in great detail no less, all the ways to make him press his fingertips into her skin, to make him knot his hands in the sheets. She knew his first and last name, his house, that his family was insanely wealthy, that he enjoyed pub music, and the fact that he adored Quidditch more than anyone she had ever met. It dawned on her that really, she didn’t know him well at all, save for the physical, nor did he know much about her. Mind you, that had been the agreement, hadn’t it? Just sex, no strings attached. Getting to know one another too well could present dangers to such an arrangement. It would be impossible for it to last too long before one of them started to feel something. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder, cocking her head to one side as she looked at him. Did he have brothers or sisters? Did he get along with his family? What was his favourite colour? Food? Song? Gavin was just an interesting man. Her would wouldn’t stop spinning if she never learned the answers to these questions, but the curiosity still burned.

His eyes finally made their way back to her face. His voice was low, almost teasing, ”How could I forget?” Sura couldn’t help but let a small smile slip onto her lips at the admission. She looked up at him from under her lashes, biting her lower lip for a moment before releasing it. “Mister Dewhurst, you flatter me,” she purred, her accent soft. That was another thing she knew he liked about her. “I’m glad to know that you think me so memorable.” Her eyes widened a fraction at his comment regarding her new found lack of space and she chuckled darkly as she followed his eyes to his lap. “Oh Gavin,” she said softly, shaking her head. “You’re bad.” She paused, quirking one of her eyebrows. He was every bit as mischievous and teasing as she remembered him to be. It certainly was a pleasant thing to know.

Gavin challenged her to take her space back, but before she had the chance, he shifted on the couch, allowing her more space. It was not entirely surprising. In her experience, unless he had acted otherwise on purpose or they had both been lost in the moment, Gavin had always been mindful of her comfort. Sura settled in, wiggling sideways towards him to claim more of the space. The couch was no more than a love seat, so there wasn’t much space to claim the the first place. It was really for the best though, considering the volume of the music. Close quarters were necessary to talk here. Once she was comfortable, she crossed her ankles, and took a sip of her drink. She snorted, tilting her glass slightly to the side as he commented, ”At least you seem to have the drinking part down.” Sura shrugged, sipping the drink again. “All part of the night I guess. You just need to know what to drink, I suppose. I stick to what I like, know my limits, and my night doesn’t bomb out. It’s a wonderful system, really,” she giggled, licking her lips. She had never wanted to be one of those girls who was a slop show by midnight. Even if you were in a short dress and six inch heels, with big hair and night-out make-up, a girl should still maintain her class. And what wasn’t anywhere near the definition of class was crawling to a stall to vomit. So, she paid close attention to her limits and avoided those types of nights. Simple as that.

”Oh, you know. Woman, dressed like that sitting alone on the humping couches...it’s tempting to some people.” Sura promptly choked on her drink as the words ‘humping couches’ passed from Gavin’s lips. She coughed several times, trying to clear the liquid from her windpipe, giggling the entire time. “H-humping couches?” she sputtered, still coughing. “I c-can’t believe you a-a-actually just said those words.” It was comical to hear such silly vulgarity come from a generally refined mouth. She coughed a few more times, the tickle in her throat and lungs finally disappearing. ”Of course, not all men are as perfectly contained as I am. You could wind up with any sort of man in a place like this, it’s lucky of you that you’ve wound up with me.” His sentence was punctuated with a wink, and she grinned, rolling her eyes. Oh Gavin, ever the picture of modesty. “Well,” she said, voice matter-of-fact. “In that case, I would have say that I am the luckiest woman in this nightclub to have found you to spend my evening with.” She leaned in close to him, tipping her head back to look at him from half-lidded eyes, lips parted. “Thank you for keeping those scoundrels at bay, Gavin,” she purred, her voice teasing and flirtatious. She glanced around the room before looking back at Gavin. “And while we’re on the topic, I’d have to say it’s lucky you ended up with me tonight.” She batted her eyelashes before she returned his wink in kind.

Sura chuckled at his comment about his boredom. She could scarcely imagine Gavin being bored. It was just such a foreign thought. “While I do agree, that I am the more attractive of the two of us, talking about you is easier.” Sura’s lips formed a pout, her eyes dancing. “Like I said, I’m a lucky lady tonight,” she teased. She took another small sip of her drink, gazing intently at him. Merlin, he was a handsome bastard. All strong jawed and gorgeous eyed. His voice brought her back from her admirations. ”Why did you abandon your drinking mates?” Sura put the pout back on her face, giving him the saddest eyes she could muster. “On the contrary, it was they who abandoned me.” She shrugged, the look of misery on her face vanishing and replacing itself with a smile. “I came upstairs to take a quick break from all the dancing. And at this point, it looks like all but one of them have disappeared with some unknown bloke.” She looked over her shoulder and scanned the crowd before looking back at Gavin. “Make that all six of them. Looks like I’m the last one left,” she chucked, shrugging.

All this movement had circulated the alcohol in her body, and she blinked a few times to clear the fuzziness from her eyes. Silently thanking her Irish heritage for the fact that she was not staggering around like a drunken slag or hanging over a toilet, as so many girls she knew would be had they drank this much, she waved the waitress over and requested an ice water. Time to slow the pace. She reached into her glass and pulled the olive out, wrinkling her nose at it. She gulped down the last mouthful just in time for her water to arrive. Relinquishing her empty glass and the olive, she swallowed several mouthfuls of the water before sighing. That was much needed. She eyed Gavin with a smile, her eyes mischevious as she pulled an ice cube from the glass. Sura raised an eyebrow, half inquisitive, half suggestive, as she held the ice cube up to Gavin’s mouth. “Ice, darling?”

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[Gavin Dewhurst]

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[/i] grinning down at his glass he shook his head once “Not flattery, only the truth” her purring was going to undo him “Rest assured, if you looked like a cow I would tell you so,” his eyes rolled up to see hers, knowing that it wasn't an insult, just furthering how attractive he found her to be, most of all whenever she used that voice. “luckily for us, that's not the case” his tone was still light, obviously teasing, the way the last few words rolled off of his tongue, he was implying once again, how stunning she looked. He didn't give a damn if it was the lighting or the alcohol, it was working for her.

“I’m glad to know that you think me so memorable.” “Mmm” he mused, acknowledging her words with the soft sound as he rolled the contents of his glass around, watching the liquid move around the sides of the glass before taking another sip. “Oh Gavin, You’re bad.” He had forgotten how her accent embraced his name, he had missed it. Arcing a brow to himself he almost laughed at her words, she should know better than most that he was 'bad', and she was equally so. “I'm not the only one” he stated, Inclining his head toward her slightly, like he was going to tell her a secret. He should be more mindful of his gaze, given his recent attachment to another woman, but he couldn't help it. The way the dress clung to her, sliding up slightly as she shifted on the couch, her slender ankles as they crossed over one another. She did it on purpose, little tease. In other circumstances, he would have been very much taking advantage of the situation. After tonight, seeing her in a drab school uniform was going to be almost criminal. There was no harm in looking after all, was there? He was only human. “All part of the night I guess. You just need to know what to drink, I suppose. I stick to what I like, know my limits, and my night doesn’t bomb out. It’s a wonderful system, really,” He nodded, taking note. He was still learning after all. Looking down at his glass and back to hers he smiled. “You know, I don't even like alcohol.” he shrugged one shoulder “Obviously I'm not doing it right, you should teach me” another challenge, but he really could use all the help he could get in learning proper techniques. He didn't want to 'bomb out' after all. His statement was just one of those to make her feel closer to him without actually giving her any real personal information, something that he was very good at. Girls loved to feel needed.

Gavin found himself to be honestly laughing whenever Sura almost spouted her drink out of her nose, he couldn't tell in the dim lighting, but he might actually be blushing at his choice of vernacular. “H-humping couches? I c-can’t believe you a-a-actually just said those words.” An ever modest shrug was all the answer that she was given, he could be funny when he chose to be. It was just a rare occurrence. “Well, In that case, I would have say that I am the luckiest woman in this nightclub to have found you to spend my evening with.” Smiling he lifted the arm closest to her and let it come to rest across the back of the couch. “Good fortune, really.” She was playing into his ego now, and he had no intention of stopping her. Everybody deserved a good ego stroke from time to time. Granted, he felt like he was more entitled to them than most people, and thus expected them far more often than a normal person would. “Thank you for keeping those scoundrels at bay, Gavin,” Her face was closer, and his body betrayed him as he leaned back in to hear her better. If she kept up that purr, they were both going to be in trouble. They were equally flirty, and generally he knew that she was not one to start something that she couldn't finish,he didn't exactly want it to be public knowledge that he wasn't supposed to be on the market any longer. Not that he even knew where Amina was, or her relative position on the globe. She could be half a world away for all that he knew. “And while we’re on the topic, I’d have to say it’s lucky you ended up with me tonight.” “That, doll, remains to be seen”

“On the contrary, it was they who abandoned me.” Sinking a little more into the back of the couch he followed her eyes out over the crowd as she spoke about the people that she had come here with leaving her for some other guys. Behavior that he just couldn't understand. Why go someplace with your friends if you weren't going to be spending time with them, or even leaving with them? It made no sense. It wouldn't have happened in his circle, that was for certain. Her dramatic expression made it seem like she didn't really care that they were gone, so why bother keeping their company at all in the first place? It seemed like a waste of time. Some people really couldn't handle being alone. He couldn't spot who it was exactly that she was referring to below them, there was more than a handful of slags draped all over men, in varying stages of gyration or stuffing their tongue down one anothers throats. Deplorable. Turning his focus back to Sura he watched her take a drink of the water she had ordered. Was she at her limit like she had hinted at earlier? If so, she was composing herself quite well. Since the waitress was near he ordered another of his drink, feeling the heat from his previous ones starting to spread out from his stomach, giving him a warm feeling in his hands and arms. It was a good enough start he felt. He had only ever really been drunk three or four times before, so he had no real gauge of how hard it was going to hit him, and when. Then again, the tonic water might be doing him a favor in slowing the effects somehow, it felt that way at least. As he was handed his new glass, he finished off the last one and turned his focus back to Sura, pivoting his torso in her direction to see her better, leaving his arm on the back of the couch. Not surprisingly, she was offering him an ice cube, and his imagination started to stir. Matching her suggestive grin he parted his lips and accepted the cube, it felt strange in his mouth. Too cold given the other heat in his body. Crunching on the frozen water as he turned his eyes back to hers “You're going to get us both in trouble” at least it would be the very best kind of trouble, he felt.

It was a risk that he shouldn't want to take, but he did. It wasn't a good thing. Turning away from her he gazed down over the dance floor, he wasn't much for people watching, but if he just sat here for too long, he might attempt to take advantage of the lovely witch sitting next to him, or perhaps vise versa. Rising himself to his feet, he felt his head spin marginally, he was going to have to be careful. He nodded his head in the direction of the stairs, not really wanting to give her the option of refusing to stay in his company, he wanted to make that choice for her. If she was intoxicated, it might be hard for her to walk in those shoes, he really had no idea, he had never walked in shoes like that before, but he could imagine. Smoothing down his shirt he waited for her to join him.

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[Sura Haughton]

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Sura looked for specific qualities in men. She liked to be physically attracted to them, for one. They needed to be able to keep up with her, and had to be able to take it when she teased them. They had to be intelligent, as she had little patience for people that didn't know much about anything. Depending on the man and their preference, she had no problem getting to know them more personally. Gavin had just so happened to fall into the majority of the things she liked in men, though they had made it quite clear from the get-go that personal information was not something that they were going to venture into. It wasn't that Sura wouldn't do it if presented the opportunity, but the fact that they were from very different houses, had very different friends, and all together had a different kind of relationship from most other students at Hogwarts just never made it called for. Sure, she was curious about him, because what girl wouldn't be? A handsome, witty, mysterious man like Gavin practically begged more information. At this point, Sura didn't mind settling, though. It was just the way they worked, and she wasn't about to question it. A smile slipped onto her lips as she saw him grin into his glass. She knew that her accent drove him practically insane, and this was obviously a night for play, though she didn't know where it was going to lead to. In the meantime, she was going to enjoy it. “Rest assured, if you looked like a cow I would tell you so. Luckily for us, that is not the case.” A soft hum of approval rose from Sura's throat as she sipped her drink. "Mmm, why thank you, Gavin. Dually noted. I suppose I should look into investing in more dresses and shoes like these, if they're working for me."

Gavin mirrored her own hum of approval as he sipped his drink. “I'm not the only one," he said simply. Sura watched from under her lashes as Gavin's head tilted back to regard her. The alcohol that was now running through her veins was likely playing a serious role, but his gaze nearly set her skin on fire, sending chills through her spine. Leave it to Gavin to be able to make her damn near purr without even touching her. The boy was good. He knew it, too. She liked the fact that he wasn't so extremely cocky about it though. Just the right amount. “You know, I don't even like alcohol.” Sura snorted softly and sipped her drink. It didn't particularly surprise her, so she was impressed with how much she'd seen him drink so far. Gavin had always given her the impression of someone very focused who didn't have the time or see the need for alcohol. Then again, it never hurt to let loose once in a while... "Most people don't, I think. There are exceptions, of course, but in the end I think it just involves experimentation to find the least awful one." Wasn't that the truth. There had been many a time that she had been asked to share a pitcher of Guinness or a glass of whiskey, only to be left to finish it herself because the other party hated the taste so much. A low chuckle rose in her throat as Gavin mentioned having her teach him to drink. She wasn't entirely sure how serious he was at this point, although she knew that tonight was not the night for it. "It's hardly teachable. More trial and error than anything. But maybe another time we can have a drink, if you'd like." She looked over at him, her eyes roaming over him once. "Besides, I think you're doing just fine so far."

The sound of his laughter (or what she could hear over her own choking) was gorgeous, likely because she'd only ever heard him really laugh a few times before. He shrugged at her comment, simply draping his arm over the back of the couch behind her. Sura simply nodded at his comment of good fortune. Well, it certainly wasn't bad fortune that they'd run into one another, now was it? He leaned in closer when she purred her thank you, fully aware of how much he liked her voice like that. “That, doll, remains to be seen.” Sura's eyes narrowed slightly and her lips pursed ever so slightly. "You mean that within this nightclub of full of blatant slags, you would prefer to end up with one of them over me?" she asked, her tone teasing, but a challenge. No way could he end up with anyone better in this club, especially considering how many other girls were currently so very occupied with shoving their tongues down someone else's throat.

Gavin's expression was somewhere between shocked and disgusted as she mentioned that her friends had all disappeared off with someone. Sura thought for a moment about his friends, and wondered if they were not the same type. Then again, the girls she had arrived with weren't the ones that she usually hung out with on a regular basis. Generally, they were friends to go clubbing with. They had a system in place for everyone to signal that they were home safe if they got split up, and it had always suited them fine. Perhaps if she'd some with other people, her feelings might be a little more hurt about being abandoned. But, as it stood, her feelings were perfectly intact. "It's not all that bad. Usually only one or two of the group leave with someone else. Tonight just seems to be a special occasion, I guess. For the record, I keep more loyal company on a regular basis, so don't let tonight's situation reflect poorly on me." Sura chuckled at the end of her sentence. She wondered if that would sate this look of utter disgust. As she sipped her water, it seemed like his expression had softened. Sated.

Despite the water, which was utterly refreshing, she really was starting to feel the alcohol. Drunk definitely covered what she was at this very moment. Sura caught the corner of her lower lip between her teeth as Gavin returned her mischievous smile. She placed the ice cube between his lips and then settled back into the couch, the corners of her lips turned up into a smirk. “You're going to get us both in trouble.” Sura batted her lashes innocently, tilting her head up. "As I recall, you used to like my kind of trouble, Gavin." Well that was bold. She really had absolutely no idea what was in store for them this evening, but she was beginning to like the idea of trouble after all... She frowned for a moment when Gavin turned away and rose from his seat. She was going to be pissed if he picked up and left without saying anything to her again. The sudden burst of frustration in her chest quickly subsided as Gavin turned to her, if not a little wobbily while doing so, and nodded his head towards the stairs. Sura wasn't entirely sure where he wanted to go, but she was willing to follow. She placed her hands on the couch and pushed herself up, putting one hand on the back of the couch to steady herself on her heels. The alcohol had certainly been effective tonight, though she still felt relatively confident about walking. Sura took a step or two towards Gavin, tilting her head up to look at his face. "After you, Gavin."

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[Gavin Dewhurst]

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[/i] of a woman. He would let the alcohol and flashy displays of money do all of the talking for him, until said pretty little woman would end up back in his hotel room, or bathroom, back alley, wherever really. He wasn't always a picky man. This situation was the same, and yet totally different. He did know, that if he were to stay on that couch much longer, he would have a fair amount of difficulty letting his old habits die. He couldn't always turn off his charm, it was just a part of who he was. Given that he was sitting with somebody who he had seen naked, and contorted into various positions many a time before, it was even more difficult to keep his imagination from wandering. He was only human, male, and hot blooded after all. The liquor in his hands wasn't on his side either, not with her and that damned purr. His teeth grit together for a moment as he wondered if he really knew just what it was that he was getting himself into, inviting her to go to any second location with him. It would be far too easy to take advantage of the situation, Sura didn't seem to be at full capacity as far as her inhibitions went as it was. Clamping his eyes shut for a long moment before he opened them again. He could do this, what sort of man would he be if he failed the very first test that was thrown at him? Stunning woman or no stunning woman. Of course, it might be easier to pass a test against an opponent that didn't know the exact way to push all of his buttons.

“That, doll, remains to be seen. You mean that within this nightclub of full of blatant slags, you would prefer to end up with one of them over me?” Ah, the button pressing. She was fully aware of the fact that he could not back down from a challenge. No matter how silly. “Ah, then there would be no challenge” he continued in her tone “Besides, we both know how you love my company. And I just couldn't be taken upon to listen to witty insults from anybody else” More flattery that he was only half hearing coming out of his own mouth. He was fairly certain that he was speaking eloquently still, not slurring or dropping words yet. Then again, his mind had lied to him before. He no longer had any idea what time it was, or exactly how long he had been sitting on that couch, the time seemed to be passing so very quickly. Was that another side effect of her company? Or the drink? Random bits of their conversation kept floating to the forefront of his mind, forcing him to second guess what she had said. Another thing that was so very unlike him. Looking down at the half empty glass in his hand, and then allowing his gaze to roll over to the grotesquely gyrating couples on the couches that surrounded him on this platform he almost sneered. Alcohol really was a fiend. “However, I could always try my hand with one of your friends, they seem easy enough” he attempted to spot one of the girls she had referenced before but to no luck. Hopefully Sura didn't think that he was insulting her choice in friends, while he wasn't not insulting them, it was just a fact he had chosen to comment on.

At her next choice of words defending her friends, he got the impression that she didn't much care whether he insulted them or not. They couldn't have been all that close to begin with. None of them were familiar to him, so if they attended the same school, he hadn't ever bothered to make a note of them. Something that would no doubt distress them, but suited him just fine. Obviously he wasn't missing out on much. It was hypocritical of him, but he just didn't like it if a woman got around as much as he did. As Sura left the couch, stepping over the various limbs of the people around them and joined him at the stairs he smiled. Taking a firm hold of the railing, just in case, he started down. It was just a trick of his mind, but it seemed to be louder in volume the closer to the ground they got. It had to be the fact that he could feel the vibrations of the loud music better from where he was now standing. Oddly, the vibrations helped him feel a little more steady. Like it was normal for the world to be shaking just a little bit. ”After you, Gavin.” She had such a coy, inviting smile. It was warm, and yet mysterious. Like she was always planning something that one just couldn't quite figure out. He felt his face drawing near her own, staring at her lips for just too long before he caught himself, giving his head a little shake. All that purring was getting under his skin obviously. Taking the final stairs a little faster than he should have given the unsteadiness of his footing he hit solid ground once more. Holding out an arm to the half empty dance floor he gave her a little bow. Most of it's previous occupants had shied away to the booths and tables near the large bar who's tender was working overtime. This had seemed like the best solution to his issue only a moment ago but now he was doubting himself. Sign that the alcohol was most definitely going to his head. “Dance?”

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[Sura Haughton]

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It crossed Sura's mind for a moment that this was probably the longest that she and Gavin had ever spent together outside of class without tearing each other's clothing on. If it weren't for the fact that she was intoxicated at this point in her evening, she would find it a little strange, almost humorous. But it always seemed that everyone was just a little more acceptable when she'd been drinking, like the illogical in her daily life made a little more sense. She wasn't entirely sure if that was a good thing or bad thing; after all, couldn't that kind of thinking get a girl into trouble? Letting yourself fall into things you would otherwise completely regret as a sober lady, or be too inhibited to pursue otherwise? No, she wasn't that daft, not that drunk. She knew well enough how to stay away from trouble when it came knocking on her door. Ironically, there was one kind of trouble that she wouldn't mind this evening; it had become one of her very favourite kinds, and it certainly involved Gavin Dewhurst.

“Ah, then there would be no challenge,” he mimicked. Sura's chin lifted up in a kind of triumphant gesture. Damn right that wouldn't be a challenge. Whether or not it was cocky, she couldn't care less: there was no one else in this club tonight that was worth his time. “Besides, we both know how you love my company. And I just couldn't be taken upon to listen to witty insults from anybody else.” She smirked, a low chuckle rising from her throat. The boy was extremely confident in himself, but could she really blame him? Gorgeous, intelligent, in fantastic shape, one of the best Quidditch players at Galaxia, and he came from old blood and money. You would be hard-pressed to find anyone with those qualities that didn't feel good about themselves in today's world. "You're right, I do love your company. No one quite takes my witty insults like you do, Gavin," she purred with a grin. "And besides, you like the witty insults. You once told me they were part of my charm, unless I'm mistaken."

Sura snorted and rolled her eyes when he mentioned her friends. “However, I could always try my hand with one of your friends, they seem easy enough.” She looked down into her glass, shaking her head before glancing up. "I mean, you could," she said thoughtfully, cocking her head to one side. She watched Gavin glance over the crowd, as if he were trying to find one of the members of her group. "Between you and me, I've heard it's not really worth it, but suit yourself, darling." A dark, mischievous look passed over her face as she pressed her lips together. "Frankly, I think you're better off right where you are, but it is your choice." Sura knew he wasn't going anywhere. She'd heard several names of girls at school in conjunction with Gavin's, but they were never as, well, easy as the girls she had arrived with. She got the impression that Gavin liked at least a little bit of a challenge, and he wasn't going to find it with any of those girls.

As they began to descend the stairs, she and Gavin came face to face for not the first time that night. The way he was looking at her set her blood on fire in her veins, and it almost seemed as if he were leaning in to steal a kiss from her. Her lips parted as he pulled back suddenly, taking off down the stairs at a speed quite impressive for an intoxicated gentleman. She paused, quirking an eyebrow before continuing down the stairs herself. That was peculiar for Gavin, the man who never hesitated. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, he gestured to the dance floor, which has emptied out a little since she had been on it, giving her a little bow. She drew one ankle slightly behind the other, giving a little curtsey. It was almost humorous, having those gestures of manners and proper breeding in a place like this.

"Dance?" came his voice over the pounding of the music's bass line. She said nothing as she gave a little smile, licking her lips as she sauntered over to him. Sura grabbed both of his hands, walking backwards carefully as she lead him onto the dance floor. As she stepped in closer to him, goosebumps rippled over her body as she suddenly recalled their escapades from the year before. How could she not? She placed a hand lightly on his chest, leaning in to speak into his ear as she started to sway -- it was significantly lounder on the dance floor than she remembered it being. "You know, I can honestly say that I didn't expect to see you here tonight, but I would be lying if I said that it wasn't a pleasant turn of events."

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[/i] Had this been any other time, he would have responded with something equally as tranquilizing. Yet, for some reason her words made him feel guilty and he couldn't quite figure out why. Naturally, his arms were wanting to whisk her off in the direction of the stock room or any other dark, quiet place that he could find but that wasn't really an option for him. “Your presence is always a pleasant turn of events” he complemented back with half a smile. By the time that the song was winding down, the guilt seemed to be edging up into his shoulders and he wasn't fond of feeling this way. Was he just too close to Sura? Or was he embracing the fact that he was a hot blooded male a little too much. Taking a step back, he bent down and pressed his lips against her cheek. He had no logical reason for having to say goodbye, he just felt like he was compelled to. “That dress...” he trailed off, attempting to cover his awkwardness with an arrogant smile. “I have to go, I hope that you will be able to find your way back home alright?” squeezing her hand he moved off of the dance floor quickly, retrieving his jacket from the bar and placing enough Galleons on the counter top to cover both his own and her entire parties drinks for the evening, perhaps even a little more, he wasn't sure. Sliding the coat back onto his body he made his way toward the exit.

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outfit: This
tags: Sura
notes:perhaps its a tad random, but i hope thats alright.
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[Sura Haughton]

Keep your feet ready,
heartbeat steady.
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Moving against Gavin, with Gavin, was as easy as breathing. It was effortless, likely because there had never been any tension between them, no nervousness or unease. It was hard to be uneasy or uncomfortable around someone that had seen you naked on many more than one occasion. When you knew someone like that, it was hard to justify shyness or anything of the sort. When you knew someone like that, you knew how to move them, and they knew how to move you. It was as simple as that. And even though they had not seen each other in quite some time, it appeared that it took more than a few months to lose that rhythm with someone. Sura wondered vaguely over the alcohol-induced haze in her head if you could ever really lose that once you had it. At this point, she couldn't complain; there was no one else in this bar that she'd rather be dancing with.

Sura knew without looking that they had likely captured the attention of several of the patrons in the bar. She couldn't really blame them, considering she couldn't deny that Gavin was consistently one of the most gorgeous men that she had ever met. It was a bonus that he had a personality that she liked, and a brain to match. Too many men their age were all looks, with nothing but fluff and air between their ears. She couldn't understand how any girl could put up with someone like that. Gavin had been able to put up with her attitude and teasing from day one and had never been apologetic when he returned it in kind. If she ever nudged him in Potions or "accidentally" startled him while he was measuring out gnat wings, he took it with a devious grin and a quite promise to exact his revenge. It hadn't been hard to develop a certain fondness for him, and after that even easier to fall into a frenzy of dropped clothing and heavy breathing. Could she really be blamed? Not in her opinion.

Gavin's hands were warm against her back, her hips. The same heat radiated off his chest, seemingly raising her own temperature, as if it were even possible. Between the alcohol in her system, and the fact that there were many other pairs of bodies surrounding them, it was incredibly hot. Despite this, she shivered as they moved, the bass vibrating through her entire body. The sway of their bodies, the feel of his hands on her was enough to distract her mind, pulling it in directions entirely other than their current situation. It was all too easy to catch a mental glimpse of their past heated meetings. A flurry of clothing and hands and laboured breathing, the bruises and bites and scratches that she'd often had to enchant to cover up, the muscles that ached for days afterwards. Combined with her current situation, it was enough to set her blood absolutely on fire.

Sura craned her head to the side as Gavin replied, a smile on her lips as she gazed up at him. "Your presence is always a pleasant turn of events," he said with a smile, giving her a smile that made her breath catch in her throat. The combination of alcohol and her close proximity to Gavin were, at this point, a very heady combination. It was an entirely other feeling of intoxication. As he pulled away, Sura let her hand linger on his chest, pressing her lips together in mild confusion. His lips pressed against her skin, an innocent gesture, though considering their evening she couldn't be blamed for letting it remind her of his lips on other parts of her skin... “That dress... I have to go, I hope that you will be able to find your way back home alright?” Sura licked her lips, cocking her head to the side as she returned his smile. The man never did give a good explanation for his sudden departures. She supposed it simply came with the territory."You flatter me, Gavin," she said coyly, letting her eyes drop down his body unabashedly. "You've reminded me tonight about why I rather like a man that knows how to dress himself." She flashed him a bright smile before continuing. "I'll make it home fine, don't worry." She liked the fact that she heard some genuine concern in the question, and that it wasn't just a formality. That was just the kind of man Gavin was. Without another word, he squeezed her hand and disappeared into the crowd.

Sura ran a hand through her hair, smiling and shaking her head. The man was mysterious, but good lord did he know how to make a girl's night more interesting.

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The night goes dark;
keep your eyes open.

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tags: Gavin
song: "Skinny Love" Ed Sheeran cover.
notes: Ta-da! Good thread. :]}