In the tallest tower, fit for a princess- Closed

[Sura Haughton]

The dawn is breaking, a light shining through.
even the best fall down sometimes.

She liked the way that she and Gavin so easily slipped into the role of partners-in-crime this evening. Not once had they missed a beat; everything they said and did was so natural and fluid that it was almost impossible, and Sura was practically thriving on it. It had been some time now since she'd had this much fun on a date, and she very much doubted that Gavin was going to disappoint her at any point that evening. The way that his face lit up in the most diabolical way when she patted his leg and pointed out her desired target told her that much for certain. She also particularly enjoyed the way that the smirk that slid so easily across his features caused her to lose her breath in the best possible way.

As they made their way onto the dance floor, Sura was sure that her face lit up when Gavin smiled and twirled her around. “Since you asked so kindly...I suppose. It is a dance after all.” Her eyes closed as she smiled, pressing her cheek lightly against his face, tilting just so her lips grazed his ear. "You absolutely spoil me, Gavin Dewhurst. I adore it." Truly, no one had ever treated her like this on a date before. Gavin was pulling out all the stops, and he was treating her like an incredible lady, something that was lost on the vast majority of boys their age these days. You didn't need to be of high station to do any of these things, to know how to treat a lady when you took her out, and yet such things seemed to happen so very rarely. She planned on relishing every single moment of this night, because Gavin was treating her like she was an absolute, genuine article princess. And it was wonderful.

The heat of Gavin's body against her bare skin when he pulled her close could have made her purr if he hadn't given her warning. “You have one shot left. Should be an incredible parting gift I think... Perhaps one of the professors?” A wicked smile flashed across her features. Prefects or not, enchanting a professor would be the absolute perfect end to their night before they made their escape. "Oh, I dare say that I agree, Gavin," she breathed, her eyes flashing with mischief as she looked up into Gavin's face, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. She glanced around, nodding her head towards a group of Professors. "How about Professor Talbott? Fitting, considering it was his class that we first got to torment each other in." Sura couldn't help but grin at the thought, the laughter that followed equally uncontrollable. "Oh Merlin, Gavin, now you have to. I simply won't be happy if you don't."

The feeling hit her more suddenly than she was prepared for. That foggy, dizzy, breathless feeling that she had gone so long without. Her breath came in a single, sharp intake as the room began to darken, and she knew that it would be written on her face. Oh gods not here, not now... she thought frantically, her fingers pressing into Gavin's shoulders, as if she would be able to keep herself standing if her feet went out beneath her. It was not a matter of whether or not Gavin would catch her -- he undoubtably would -- but more about the fact that she was not okay with the idea of her night ending because of some stupid dizzy spell that often came with the strangest of pictures. And just like that, the world slid sharply back into focus, not a moment too soon. She took a deep breath, and blinked, steadying herself, as her fingers absently rose to the back of Gavin's neck to stroke it absently. When she was sure that the moment had passed, she looked up at Gavin, a small smile on her lips as she shook her head. "I'm sorry, I just got so dizzy for a second. I must have laced this stupid corset too tightly tonight." Her smile widened, scratching the back of his neck lightly. "I'm good now though, feeling right as rain, promise."

I'm quiet you know; you make a first impression.
i somehow find you and i collide.

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for: gavin
clothing: see halloween thread
music: three days grace
words: 700
notes: thought i'd go ahead and introduce that little nugget of fun!  hope you're okay with it!

[Gavin Dewhurst]

i've never been so bitter,
(AND YOU? WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO STAY)
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[/i] An appreciative rumble left his lips at her proximity. Her slight accent altering the way she pronounced his name. Adorable. She was all woman, adorable didn't suit her, but he couldn't think of any word in the moment, he couldn't think of much other than her at all this evening it would seem. "Oh, I dare say that I agree, Gavin," Matching her grin with his own he moved them about the dance floor in suiting to the tempo, attempting to keep an eye peeled for a professor as they moved. Mostly, they were leaning against the walls, lingering near the center of the room talking. They weren't doing much chaperoning, it was unlikely that they thought that anything of importance was going to happen. How shocked they would be whenever they were overcome with bottled lust. "How about Professor Talbott? Fitting, considering it was his class that we first got to torment each other in." His eyes flitted to the towering professor, his head of house. He seemed to be even more bored than all of the rest of the group. Yes, he would do just fine so long as it didn't get traced back to them. They would have to aim true, and perhaps run...but it would be worth it. "Oh Merlin, Gavin, now you have to. I simply won't be happy if you don't." A throaty chuckle was an answer, she was right, he was the perfect target. He couldn't wait to see who Malcolm turned his affections on, perhaps he would even commend Gavin on the potency of the love potion if he was caught. Doubtful, but it was an entertaining image.

His hand left her back where he had been guiding her in their dance, coming up to allow his thumb to brush against the bow draped over his shoulder. Perhaps a shot from just off the dance floor would be best, they were a little out in the open here, too many prying eyes. His head turned to ask Sura her opinion, but there was something wrong. His eyebrow quirked “Sura?” he asked softly, not wanting to stop lest he embarrass her, had the whiskey really taken this long to make it's appearance in her blood? Not possible. He felt her weight shift awkwardly in his arms. Her fingers pressed into his shoulders and his hand went back to her side, attempting to hold her in place. What in Merlin's name was happening? Gavin's eyes darted to the people around them, thankfully nobody was looking. This would be strange to have to explain since he had no idea what was happening to his date. “Sura?” he repeated, a little more urgently. And just like that, she was fine, like nothing had happened whatsoever. She blinked a few times, able to support herself easily once more. All thoughts of his final arrow and Professor Talbott slipping his mind. Was he supposed to ignore whatever it was that had just happened, he supposed it was the proper thing to do. He had never seen her do anything like that before, and he had seen her more than most other women he knew. It was certainly more than enough to concern him, but not enough for him to drag her out of the great hall and demand an explanation. His eyebrows climbed upward on his forehead, waiting to see if she was going to offer up anything in the way of an explanation. "I'm sorry, I just got so dizzy for a second. I must have laced this stupid corset too tightly tonight." He returned her smile, somewhat difficultly. He believed her, no doubt those things were mighty uncomfortable. Still, as he had said earlier, they did make her look fantastic.

"I'm good now though, feeling right as rain, promise." Reassured he nodded, sliding his hand from her side to back where it had been resting on her back, albeit slightly lower than before. “You sure?” the devious smile slowly working it's way back onto his face once she seemed like whatever it was, really was over with. “Because, I'm happy to help get you out of that corset.” his smile widened, “if you think that it would help,” a not so modest shrug “the offer still stands, this is fun, but I can think of better ways to spend my time.” Things that most certainly included her tonight.

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have you listened to me lately,
(I'VE BEEN GOING CRAZY, CRAZY)

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outfit: See Halloween thread.
tags: Sura
notes:Absolutely, it was exciting. Perfect segue.
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[Sura Haughton]

The dawn is breaking, a light shining through.
even the best fall down sometimes.

It was a relief to see that Gavin seemed to believe her, that nothing was wrong with her and the whole thing had been caused by a lack of oxygen due to the tight lacing of her corset. The smile he gave her was, albeit, a little unsure, a little suspicious even, but it didn't seem as though he was going to press the issue any more than he just had. Sura was thankful for that. She very much liked the fact that she knew Gavin was the type that would take care of her if something were to happen to her, as he just had, but he also wouldn't push or pry any further if she brushed something off. Frankly, she didn't even know how she'd go about explaining it to him. Oh yes, sometimes I get dizzy, see things, and then they happen. But really, it's not much of a big deal at all. Yes that would surely go over just perfectly. But Gavin did not pry, taking her word for it like a gentleman. Merlin, the good qualities of Gavin Dewhurst just seemed to be piling up in front of her eyes tonight. What a treat that was.

As she reassured him, Gavin's hand returned to her back. Or should she say backside? “You sure? Because, I'm happy to help get you out of that corset. If you think that it would help. The offer still stands, this is fun, but I can think of better ways to spend my time.” The devious look on Gavin's face was positively delicious. Sura looked up at Gavin beneath her lashes, one eyebrow cocked mischievously, her lips parted ever so slightly as if she actually had to consider the offer. They both knew all too well that it was not just Gavin that had mischief of the disrobed variety on his mind for that evening. She leaned into Gavin's chest, her lips brushing against the curve of his jaw as she made her way to whisper into his ear. Appearances be damned, she didn't care if anyone thought they were getting a little too close, student or otherwise. This was a game that she and Gavin were all too good at playing together, and she was going to relish absolutely every moment of it. "You know, I think that would help me. I don't think I'd be able to get out of it all by my lonesome." She was well aware of what she was doing as she breathed her next words, heavily accented: "My house or yours, Gavin?"

At this point, Sura honestly couldn't be bothered over whether or not they happened to get to pick Professor Talbot off with the last of Gavin's enchanted arrows. The fact of the matter was that Sura and Gavin had directly addressed a subject that they had both been coyly dancing around for the majority of the evening. Sex was not the basis for their friendship, or at least wasn't anymore. In the beginning, yes, it had been the main reason that they made time to see each other. You had to be able to work off the tension they build up during classes some how. But then they had found that they had several things in common, and that they happened to truly enjoy one another's company even when their clothes were fully intact. Their whole night so far was a testament to that, that she and Gavin could function as friends without focusing solely on sex. But when it came to the deed, the fact of the matter was simple: they were good at it together, and they hadn't played together in a very, very long time. They were long overdue for a playdate, and Sura wasn't all so welcoming of anything that took away from the time they were going to have for the rest of the night.

Her fingers laced through his as she flashed him a grin, leading him out of the crowd and towards the doors of the Great Hall. As they rounded the first corner and into a corridor that was empty, Sura turned and pulled Gavin to her, her lips turned up in a diabolical smirk. She reached up to push his hood off, running her fingers through his hair as she did so. They slid down to the lacing on his shirt, fingers working deftly to unknot the string. "I think I'm going to impress even myself with how fast I'm going to get you out of all these clothes when we get back to the dorms," she murmured against his neck, nipping gently at the pulse beneath his skin. Oh how she had missed this.

I'm quiet you know; you make a first impression.
i somehow find you and i collide.

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for: gavin
clothing: see halloween thread
music: three days grace
words: 783
notes: i like these two.  they are toooooo fun.

[Gavin Dewhurst]

i've never been so bitter,
(AND YOU? WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO STAY)
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[/i] About damned time. He had been hinting at the subject for hours now. A wicked smile moved across his face as she paused, his hand lifting just enough to tug lightly at the strings of her corset, not enough to loosen them any, not yet. They seemed a touch too solid to rip apart anyway. "My house or yours, Gavin?" Mentally, he calculated the distance from where they were at this very moment to both houses, his was going to be a lot closer and the chances of them running into anybody on the way were a lot smaller. He was willing to bet that the men he shared his dorm room with wouldn't be coming back tonight anyway. The after parties were always too titillating to miss, but he had something better to hold his attention tonight it would seem.

“Dungeons are closest,” His voice husky, their game of matchmaker was forgotten, the song was changing as she laced her fingers between his, a subtle tug indicating that she was ready to go. He had nobody to see on the way out, he would follow her. She seemed to accept his silent cue and pulled him through the crowd, stray pairs of eyes glancing at them as they left. They had made their entrance, stayed the allotted amount of time and now they were blowing the place. Leaving the great hall behind in a hurry it wasn't a huge mystery as to why they were leaving so suddenly. She lead them just around the wall to the staircase to the Dungeons, his eyes were still adjusting to the lack of light whenever his lapels were yanked toward hers. His hand moved to the wall to brace himself and to keep from crushing her smaller frame. She really was adorable. With and without her clothing. The air was stagnant around him, but still cold whenever she pulled his hood down. A drastic contrast from the heat her body was providing to his front. "I think I'm going to impress even myself with how fast I'm going to get you out of all these clothes when we get back to the dorms," he chuckled darkly, his hands on her hips, guiding her backward as she worked, careful not to let her stumble. Tossing the now useless bow to the side it clattered loudly in the otherwise silent space. She had managed to get almost all the lacing done by the time that they reached the entrance to his dorm. “Salazar” he muttered easily, his voice easily a few octaves deeper than it might normally have been. Heated, he pushed her against the wall just next to the entrance, his head inclining to place his lips just at the hollow at the side of her neck, until the entrance gave them passage. Grinning, he hoisted her up into his arms, using the hand against her back to start to tug at her own lacework from the bow at the bottom on upward as he descended the stairs into his room, dropping her on his bed once it was in view. He felt the laces were loose enough for her to wriggle out of it. Leaning over her body he placed a trail of fervent kisses along the line of her shoulder toward her neck, his hand grasping the heel of her boot and tugging to get the thing off. There was just enough space between the two of them for her undress him if she wished “Go on then, let's see those record breaking fingers.”
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have you listened to me lately,
(I'VE BEEN GOING CRAZY, CRAZY)

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outfit: See Halloween thread.
tags: Sura
notes:I hope this isn't too much/too forward. Just let me know if theres any issue.
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0[/ul][/font][/font][/div]

[Sura Haughton]

The dawn is breaking, a light shining through.
even the best fall down sometimes.

The wicked smile that appeared on Gavin's face could have been enough to make her purr if they had been in a more secluded area. She hadn't realized it until that moment, but she had missed that devious look of his, for a number of reasons. One was the fact that she knew nothing but good things followed that look; very, very good things. Another was simply because it was another piece of his personality shining through, a personality that she was quickly discovering she liked more and more. She liked when her friends had a little bit of attitude, a little sass, a little taste for trouble, and Gavin was not lacking in any of those departments. Sura fully intended to be keeping him around as long as she possibly could. He was shaping up to be an excellent friend, in her eyes.

But right now, Sura was less concerned with the quality of his friendship, and more about the way his hand slid up to tug ever so subtly on the lacing of her corset, a mere ghost of a taste of what she was already very much looking forward to when they left the Great Hall. They had been playing their games all night, both of them fully aware of the intentions of the other. Now that they were actually confronting the subject head on, it was all Sura could do to keep her hands to herself. The ties on his shirt certainly wouldn't put up too much resistance of she wanted to get them out of her way in a hurry. No doubt that Gavin had similar ideas in mind for the lacing of her corset. The tension was palpable at this point, and Sura could feel her pulse thudding heavily in her chest.

What a night this was shaping up to be.

“Dungeons are closest,” came Gavin's voice, low and somewhat rough when he made the decision for them. Her lips curved up to match his previous wicked smile. How she adored that voice. Obviously he was looking forward to this as much as she was. Sometimes the wait really made things that much more exciting. "Lead the way," she breathed, her thumb stroking the back of his hand. They both knew that she knew the way well enough, but she had no honest intention of leading them there when she could be doing much more interesting and amusing things. Let Gavin take care of the directions.

Sura saw absolutely no reason to waste time with simply walking to the dungeons. It had been so long, with such an evening of buildup that it would be practically criminal to not pounce at the first opportunity she had. Gavin's body was soon framing her own against the wall, his hands propping him up. The combination of his proximity, the heat radiating off of his body, and the smell of soap and cologne that was so very Gavin was intoxicating, more so than the earlier "Toxin" could have ever been. Her chest rose and fell sharply as she breathed, though her fingers never waivered as they unknotted the strings on his shirt. She grinned as she felt his hands find her hips, the sound of his chuckle ringing in her ears. The sound of his bow falling to the ground in the silence might have startled her if she wasn't so completely occupied with the man before her.

She barely registered him muttering the password as she worked, but was more than paying attention when he pushed her back against the wall, his lips quickly finding all of the right spots on her neck. She was positive that he would be able to feel the blood rushing through her veins if he paused even for a moment. The effect that he could have on her was absoutely astounding. Sura grinned, closing her eyes with a satisfied sigh as she ran her fingers through his hair. If it weren't for the fact that she knew there would be better things waiting for her on the other side of the wall, she might have protested against the sound of the door sliding open. She didn't waste a moment in hitching her legs up over Gavin's hips as he lifted her small frame up easily, her lips turning to his neck as he began to work on the lacing of her corset. No doubt he would make quick work of it. She nipped gently at the skin of his throat between kisses, grinning as they reached their final destination and he dropped her down on the bed.

The feeling of his mouth against her skin left a trail of fire as he moved, propping herself up slightly on her elbows as he leaned down to tug her boots off. “Go on then, let's see those record breaking fingers.” She grinned, dropping onto her back to free her hands, very much wanting to get clothing out of the way as soon as possible. "Only because you asked so nice," she breathed, her voice low. She made quick work of the last of the ties on his shirt, tugging it over his head when he had finished removing her boots. Sura raked her nails down his chest lightly, looking up into his face with a smirk as they traveled down the plane of his stomach. Hooking one leg around his hips, she pushed with the other to turn them over, perching herself delicately on his thighs. "All the easier to get you naked," she said simply with a wicked grin. Her fingers pulled deftly on the ties of his pants, lifting herself on her knees only to tug them off far enough that he could kick them off. Her index finger toyed with the elastic of his boxers for just a moment, before placing her hands on his chest and leaning in to kiss her way across his collarbone. "And now it appears that you have some work to do, considering I am far more dressed than you," she said, batting her eyes, her face the picture of innocence. Of course, Gavin knew far better. And that was what she was banking on.

I'm quiet you know; you make a first impression.
i somehow find you and i collide.

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for: gavin
clothing: see halloween thread
music: three days grace
words: 1031
notes: mischief, mischief.  let me know if you want/need any changes.

[Gavin Dewhurst]

i've never been so bitter,
(AND YOU? WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO STAY)
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[/i] The stagnant air of the room almost made him gasp as she freed his torso from the costume he had been wearing, the vest and shirt cast aside as her fingers worked.

The sound that left his lips was less of a gasp and more of a chuckle as her nails raked down his torso. How long had it been since he had been with her last? It had been months upon months since he had been with anybody apart from Amina, which was strange in and of itself. Even longer since he had seen Sura in this way, yet he was just as comfortable now as he had been then. His hand moved to her familiar thigh as it draped itself around his own, irritated only momentarily that there was still some sort of stocking blocking his fingers from her flesh. They would be taken care of soon enough, he had always liked the tearing sound that they made whenever he forced them off of a set of legs. He had been waiting all night after all, he wasn't going to let the stretchy devils impede him if he could help it. Contemplating how best to rid her of them, she flipped the pair over, his eyebrows lifting in pleasant surprise "All the easier to get you naked," Gavin certainly wasn't going to complain. His pelvis lifted from the bed as she worked on the strings on the front of his pants to help her ease them down off of his hips, kicking his legs subtly once they were down to his calves and toeing off his own boots to rid himself of most clothing on the lower half of his body. He couldn't help but grin as her hands moved to the elastic of his boxers, only to frown when she stopped. Devil woman. He didn't expect any less, it wasn't like he was in all that much of a hurry to rush this part, this was the good part of the evening after all.

"And now it appears that you have some work to do, considering I am far more dressed than you," She made a fair point. He was almost naked, and she still had on nearly everything. He pulled the loosened corset from her torso, his hands moving instantly to the skin now exposed, relishing in the soft warm skin instead of that feather clad object of teasing. He wished he could just snap his hands and have it all dematerialize, wouldn't that be a neat trick to have. Rolling his torso upward until he was sitting up with her, his fingers separated the frilly skirt from what had to be shorts underneath it. How many layers had she piled on here? He looked up at her quizzically, his face scolding her for so many damned layers. This wasn't going to work in the position that he was in, which was a shame because he liked there they were. Grasping her thighs again he flipped them once more, tugging at the bottom of her skirt as soon as they had landed, only it didn't want to come off easily. This, was strange. Determined he pulled once more until the thing came down a little over her thighs, it had looked very nice on her, but he was ready to be done with it. He wanted to feel her skin under his hands. “One moment.” He hadn't ever had trouble disrobing her before, but it had been awhile since he had been with a woman. Winking he moved off of her and reached into the pile of pants laying by the floor next to the bed.

He knew full well that it was cheating, and he couldn't have cared less. Extracting his wand from within the pants he pointed it at her with a glint in his eye. “Accio.” Merlin he loved magic. It wasn't the most recreational use for the spell, but it was damned effective to remove all three of her layers at once, leaving her almost as bare as he was. Grinning he moved back to the bed, dropping his wand back down onto the pile of fabric next to his bed, running the tip of his nose along the bare skin of her torso as he positioned himself just above her, stopping whenever he was eye level with her clavicle. One hand moved under her lower back, the other to reach the clasp of the strapless bra she was wearing.

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have you listened to me lately,
(I'VE BEEN GOING CRAZY, CRAZY)

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outfit: See Halloween thread.
tags: Sura
notes: Also, her costume image is broken so I'm going by what I can remember, hope this is fairly accurate.
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0[/ul][/font][/font][/div]

[Sura Haughton]

The dawn is breaking, a light shining through.
even the best fall down sometimes.

If it weren’t for the fact that her blood was racing through her veins at about a million and two degrees, Sura might have actually paid mind to the fact that the dungeons were so chilly. Whether the goosebumps that were creeping across her body were because of the temperature or Gavin’s hands on her skin, she didn’t know, and frankly didn’t care much about. She could hear the water of the lake swishing past the few windows in the dormatory, the only light sources the watery moonlight that made it into the room and the torches scattered about the room on the walls. It was just enough light, in her opinion; she very much appreciated looking, but she much preferred feeling when it came down to it, and that didn’t require any light at all. Sura grinned deviously as she tugged Gavin free from his shirt and vest, gazing up with the most innocent of eyes. Of course, he knew so much better.

The sound of his chuckle made her hum appreciatively, even more so as his hand ran over her thigh. The slight barrier of her stockings made it a little more tantalizing, added a little more anticipation to the whole thing, although she knew that Gavin probably wasn’t intending on being kind to them for much longer at all. But that is his problem to deal with, she thought to herself as she turned him onto his back. Her eyes flashed up to his face for just a moment to judge his reaction, and she couldn’t help but smirk at the all-too-pleased look on Gavin’s face. His expressions were never over the top, more on the subtle side (unless one was talking about the more seductive ones), but she had spent enough time with him to know that Gavin was certainly enjoying himself, and certainly didn’t have any intentions of putting the brakes on their little evening. The thought was only confirmed as Gavin began to damn-near pout when she stopped playing with the elastic on his hips. She smirked suggestively, shrugging her shoulders. He could wait. And she knew he would.

As Gavin pulled the corset off her body, this time she noticed the chill in the air, and shivered appreciatively. As he sat up, she leaned in to drape her arms over his shoulders, pressing her torso closer to his in an attempt to absorb some of the heat Gavin was giving off. She could have purred. Sura laughed brightly as he looked at her wordlessly with a frown, obviously scolding her for layering tonight. ”Oh, you would have preferred my bum out the entire night for everyone to see?” she chirped, her eyebrows rising teasingly. It was true enough. Without her shorts, her bottom would have been completely on display for any passerby, considering that her tutu certainly didn’t provide her with much coverage at all. Sure leaned in, pressing her lips to the hollow beneath his ear. ”I’ll remember that for next time,” she purred. Sura knew all too well that Gavin would not have wanted that in the slightest. When you were with Gavin, you were his no one else’s. He was not the sharing type, as it were. Sura didn’t mind all so much. His was the best kind of possessiveness. Besides, when she was with him, she tended to lack the want to be with or impress anyone else. He was...satisfying company, in more than one way. And that she could appreciate in a companion. Sura found that she often got bored otherwise.

He had now turned them over again, and Sura stretched her arms over her head, arching her back as he worked. Or attempted to work. After a few tugs against her skirt and shorts, she wiggled up onto her elbows, grinning down her body at him with one eyebrow raised. It was almost hysterical to watch, considering how very unimpressed he was at this point. When he hopped off the bed, she dropped back onto the bed and rolled onto her side to watch him rummage through his pile of clothing by the edge of the bed. She pressed her lips together, corners turned up into a small smile, and narrowed her eyes as he pointed his wand at her. Sura couldn’t help but laugh as the last of her costume wiggled off her body, dropping to Gavin’s feet: it tickled. ”That...” she squeaked out between giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. ”That is cheating, Gavin Dewhurst.” Her accent was draped heavily over her words as she fought to gain control of herself again. Somewhere in the back of her mind she grinned, knowing all too well that hearing his name fall from her mouth that way drove him halfway insane. If she hadn’t done it without meaning to, she would have eventually on purpose. She liked how much he liked it.

As Gavin made his way back onto the bed, she reined in her giggles, only to quickly lose herself to the delicious feeling of Gavin’s skin against her own. Her eyes fluttered shut as she ran her fingers through his air, sighing at the sensation of his hot breath against her skin. Sura arched her back slightly to allow Gavin’s hand, which worked quickly and easily against the clasp of her bra. Just the way it always had. A new set of goosebumps rippled over her skin as the material was pushed to the floor, and Sura couldn’t help but smile, a soft hum of pleasure rising from her throat. The feeling of his skin against her own was incredible, and, now that she was here, she could hardly believe that she’d gone so long without the feeling. There was no denying that they were good at this together. Her hands made their way to his shoulders, strong and broad from his years of Quidditch and some fine genetics. Her nails dragged slowly over the skin, using just enough pressure that she knew their trails would be there for at least a little while. There would be more to accompany it later, of course, but why rush? She was all too happy to let him make the next move, being that he was perched over top of her. Her current state was most pleasing as it was.

I'm quiet you know; you make a first impression.
i somehow find you and i collide.

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for: gavin
clothing: see halloween thread
music: sail -- awolnation
words: 1053
notes: do we want the bad stuff to go down before or after the fun stuff haha?

[Gavin Dewhurst]

i've never been so bitter,
(AND YOU? WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO STAY)
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[/b] His eyes narrowed in mock consternation at the way her tongue enveloped his name. Irish timber all seawater and grass. He knew she wasn't actually complaining, just teasing. He would remember that for later, giving him such a hard time with an abundance of the teasing, and the purring, and name saying. She was certainly using up every tool in her arsenal.

Her comment about cheating only echoed his own thoughts, he knew that it was and he didn't care. He hated to rush these sorts of things, he enjoyed the process so very much and all, but then again, she had been purring in his ear all night long. The woman knew damn well what that did to him, and he knew for certain that she was doing it on purpose, the same way that she was not being helpful. She liked watching him struggle, she liked making him work for it. Like he hadn't had her before. He could appreciate, however, the way that her back arched into his hands, the way her hips rolled as his body suggested the movement. The way her body responded to his was almost immediate, just the way that he would have wanted. It really was a spectacular thing, being with somebody who was not only attuned, but wanted to give as well as receive. He would know, it was a rare quality. It had honestly surprised him to find that Sura was like that, he liked to think that he was, but she would be the better judge of that. If he was honest, he was enjoying seeing the way that her body had finished developing over the last year or so since he had seen it, well, seen this much of it. Even more so as he slid the garment that his fingers had been working over away from her body and off of the bed. The grin that came over his face was one that she had seen a fair few times before, she knew what it lead to.

How long had it been since he had allowed himself to be with a woman? Months. Not since summer, not since Amina. He had actually managed to abstain. He had been so locked inside of his own head he hadn't even bothered. Not that Regulus hadn't tried dragging him out of the castle a few times, it just hadn't happened. He would never use Sura to further his own reputation, that wasn't what tonight was for. This, was to revel in the feeling of a woman's body heat against his own. Her hands in his hair, her hands moving down his neck to his back, nails pressing into his shoulders as his body rolled into hers, positioning himself. His eyes met with hers, smiling as his head dipped to her neck, hot breath bathing her skin before his lips were able to make contact with her skin, trailing down the tendon and collarbone, his fingers moving to rid her of the garment that the little charm hadn't thought to assist him with.

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have you listened to me lately,
(I'VE BEEN GOING CRAZY, CRAZY)

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outfit: See Halloween thread.
tags: Sura
notes: Either is fine with me, if you want to do the 'fade out' soon or have it interrupt them? Sorry this is so short. Didn't want to keep you waiting.
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0[/ul][/font][/font][/div]

[Sura Haughton]

The dawn is breaking, a light shining through.
even the best fall down sometimes.

The grin that came over Gavin's face as he removed yet another piece of her clothing caused her toes to curl in anticipation, an expression coming over her face that she imagined was a mirror image of his.  There was something so very effortless about being with Gavin, and she liked that. Sura had never had much need to tell him something twice, and he often seemed to figure things out on his own in a rather intuitive way.  How ever it was that he'd gained this little superpower, Sura didn't really care about it, because she had the absolute pleasure of reaping the glorious benefits of it.  That was more than enough for her in this very moment.

"You know, in my experience, that smile is nothing but mischief," she said, her voice low and husky as she tugged him up to her.  Her lips trailed along his jawline before nipping at the skin below his ear gently.  "And I would have to say that it is some of my very favourite mischief..."  She felt like she could say with quite a bit of confidence, as far as the night had gone so far, that this was also some of his favourite mischief.

Nothing between them seemed to have changed from the last time they found themselves in this situation, even if that was months prior.  It was almost like muscle memory, so very easy to fall back into.  He knew exactly where to touch, how hard to press, how to send her heart pounding nearly out of her chest...  It was indulgent, in a word.  Almost like having given up your favourite dessert for months.  At first you missed it, and then you accepted it.  And then, when you least expected it, it showed up again, and you were allowed to have it again.  And the taste of it was sweeter than you remembered, so much more delicious and perfect, and you wondered why you'd ever stopped eating it in the first place.  Then again, in their case, that was a subject that they didn't touch on.  Such was the nature of their relationship.  But Sura could not say that she was sorry for having found herself in Gavin's bed again.  Not in the very slightest.

If it were possible to melt into another human being, Sura might have melted into Gavin.  Every touch left a trail of fire, tingling and setting every nerve in her body alight.  She looked up from beneath heavy lashes, catching his gaze.  As far as she could tell, Gavin was feeling just about the same way.  She closed her eyes, biting her lip and grinning as he made his way down her neck, down her collarbone, waiting for his lips to make contact with her skin again.  His fingers trailed, lower, lower, a knot of anticipation forming deep in her belly.  She hummed softly, lifting her hips in an attempt to help him in the removal of the last of her clothing.  Her nails trailed softly over his shoulders, down the plane of his back, just managing to reach the waistband she had been toying with only minutes earlier.  Her heart was racing, pounding against her ribcage as if trying to break free.  "Come here," she breathed, lifting her head slightly to look at him.  "I think we've had more than enough teasing for one round..."

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Sura lay on her back, chest rising and falling hard as she grinned.  She reached up to push a strand of damp hair from her face, content to listen to the sounds of their breathing as she waited for hearts to slow for a moment.  Turning her head, she pressed her lips to his shoulder.  "Every bit as good as I remembered, and then some," she sighed, arching her back in a stretch.  And that was the truth; she couldn't recall a time when they'd ever been bad together, but this time had been especially magnificent.

And then, as it always seemed to when it happened, the fog hit her with a sudden and abrupt intensity.  She gasped, her body wrenching up into a sitting position as her hands balled the rumpled sheets.  There was Gavin, standing beside a petite blonde who looked all too thrilled to be there, a massive rock sparkling on her...engagement finger.  Banners were everywhere for an eighteenth birthday, Gavin's eighteenth.  And just like that, the fog cleared and she slumped forward, gasping for air, as if she had been holding her breath.  She vaguely registered Gavin's confusion and panic, his voice still somewhat muffled as he tried to talk to her.  Sura leaned into his shoulder, swallowing hard against the nauseous feeling.  "You're getting engaged?" she croaked before she could stop herself.  Sura groaned at the realization of what she had just said.  Well, someone else finally knew, no less Gavin.  She hoped that this wouldn't ruin things, more so than she hoped she could explain the situation.  She was very much enjoying becoming his real friend...  "Before you...just let me...let me explain, Gavin."

It took much less time than she expected to tell the whole story.  Really though, it was all the same, wasn't it?  She sat cross legged in front of Gavin, her face a deep frown as she studied his expression.  The cool air felt good against her bare skin.  "But I'm still me...  Nothing else has changed..."  She cocked her head to the side, taking a deep breath.  "Gavin," she breathed quietly, reaching out to rest her hand on top of his.  "Say somethin'.  Anythin' will do right now..."

I'm quiet you know; you make a first impression.
i somehow find you and i collide.

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for: gavin
clothing: see halloween thread
music: drunk on you -- luke bryan
words: 933
notes: aaaaaand dramz.  suddenly, besties.

[Gavin Dewhurst]

i've never been so bitter,
(AND YOU? WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO STAY)
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[/i] He couldn't help but to laugh as he rolled his body slightly to face her better. “It's like you're reading my mind,” if only he knew. Perhaps it was because it had been awhile for him, or perhaps it was just the fact that there was nothing heavier than the physical act with her. Just two bodies, having fun and enjoying one another. He was lucky that with her, came a practiced ease. His lips parted to allow another sarcastic, and slightly dirty comment out, but was stifled by the glazed look in her eye, followed by a gasp he didn't ever want to hear again. Not unlike it had been out on the dance floor...but she had said that it was nothing. Had he been a fool to believe her? It certainly didn't look like nothing to him. Her body wrenched and his followed, ready to catch her again should she need it. More, to save her from the floor than from the bed since it was soft enough.

Whenever her eyes cleared, he was aware that he was too close to her, his eyes just a little too wide, question written plainly across his features. “Sura?” leaning a little closer to her, waiting for her eyes to focus, it was like she could see....but she couldn't see him, couldn't hear the edge in his voice as he waited for her to say something. Anything. What in the hell had just happened? Had he hurt her in some way. He knew that he moved that way sometimes whenever he had a knotted muscle...but somehow he didn't think that that was what this was. “Sura are you alright?” his hands moved to her shoulders, kneading her skin lightly under his fingers, hoping to rouse some sort of recognition in her. Should he take her to the infirmary? - As if that wouldn't raise some nasty questions. Her head moved, but she still said nothing as her body leaned into his. His arms wrapping around her torso, stabilizing her. "You're getting engaged?" perhaps it was the unexpected nature, or because of how personal it was, Gavin moved too quickly to look at her face, resulting in his body falling in a mess off of the bed, sheet somehow tangled around his body as he stared at her incredulously. How could she know that? She wasn't in his circle, and he had only ever spoken to one person about that topic. Certainly never her. It would have damaged his reputation to talk about it before it actually happened. His eyes widened as he stared at her, waiting for the words to demand an explanation to come to him. Should he attempt to deny it?

"Before you...just let me...let me explain, Gavin." He was already on edge, it wasn't just that it was a secret, he was sure that the woman knew at least a few of his secrets...but the magnitude of this one. She couldn't understand how strange it was to hear that from her as his hands set about unwrapping his body from the mess of sheet he had somehow managed to get himself into. At least, until she started talking and as her words went on, his hands were forced to still, leaving him, staring up at her with a slack jaw. Visions? Damned visions? What else could she have seen? Was it just this or did it have something to do with why she had accepted his invitation tonight? What had she seen out on the dance floor? If anything? He wanted to understand, but he had never encountered anybody with this sort of thing happening to them before. "But I'm still me... Nothing else has changed..." he wanted to know if she knew anything else. Was there even a point in keeping things from her any longer, could she see things on demand?

Finally, he was able to hobble back onto the bed at her side, still staring at her wildly. His chest was having a hard time accepting things. "Gavin," His eyes lifted to hers, he could see how uncomfortable talking about it so openly made her. He couldn't exactly say that he blamed her either. "Say somethin' Anythin' will do right now..." his throat was suddenly dry. There were too many things to pick from. “And on the floor earlier...that was....?” he asked stupidly, of course it was, it had to of been. “You can't tell anybody,” he stressed, he didn't know if she would understand the magnitude of what would happen if it got out. Hell, he hadn't even met the damned girl yet. Hardly even spoken to her. “Did you see her?....” he asked softly, “what does she look like?”


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have you listened to me lately,
(I'VE BEEN GOING CRAZY, CRAZY)

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outfit: See Halloween thread.
tags: Sura
notes: Either is fine with me, if you want to do the 'fade out' soon or have it interrupt them? Sorry this is so short. Didn't want to keep you waiting.
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[Sura Haughton]

The dawn is breaking, a light shining through.
even the best fall down sometimes.

The feeling of his arms around her body, holding her up, held an extraordinary amount of comfort for her, much to her own surprise.  It was not a romantic gesture, for that was something that she and Gavin had never been.  However, it felt protective in a way, full of genuine concern.  She could certainly get used to the idea of Gavin caring about her; she knew she liked him well enough, and she wouldn't want to see anything happen to him.  She was more than happy to lean into him and let him take some of the weight off of her for a moment.

It was lucky that her own words brought her quickly back to the real world, however, because the moment that they tumbled from her lips, it was as if Gavin had been hit with a lightning hex.  Her eyes widened as she squealed in surprise, crawling quickly to the edge to make sure he hadn't managed to hurt himself in the fall.  If it hadn't been for the fact that the situation was rather complicated and quickly becoming stressful, she might have broken into a fit of giggles at the sight of her friend tangled up in a mess of sheets.  "Are you alright?" she croaked, her voice still thick. Merlin only knew if things were about to go completely south for the pair of them.  She fervently hoped that they would not.

As she spoke, telling her all-too-complicated and all-too-unbelievable story with a voice that came out just above a whisper, her fingers toyed with the sheets, an attempt to let out the energy that was pooling in her muscles and screaming at her to just run away.  But that was hardly an option, considering that she would bump into Gavin plenty throughout the school year.  And now that he knew the basics, there was really no going back.  All or nothing.  Not to mention that she rather liked being his friend.  The whole thing was so stressful on her mind that she hardly noticed the cold-induced goosebumps that had set up camp all over her body -- that was what happened when you sat stark naked in the dungeons.

As Gavin approached again, sitting down beside her, she forced herself to meet his eyes, as much as she wanted to stare down at her hands in complete and utter embarrassment.  “And on the floor earlier...that was....?”  She nodded grimly, shrugging her shoulders.  "Almost.  I'm getting a lot better at controlling it.  But sometimes they still sneak up on me.  Like this one..."  She shrugged sheepishly, giving him a weak smile.  "They're worse when I haven't had one in a while."  At the very least, he seemed to be taking this whole situation well.  If he was going to up and leave, he would have done it already.

“You can't tell anybody,” he said, his voice sounding a way she had never once heard before: desperate.  She couldn't help but give a small snort and grin.  "I won't tell if you won't," she said, obviously referring to her condition.  "You can trust me, Gavin.  I'll take it to the grave if ye' ask me  to."  Clearly this was something he had not yet revealed to the general public.  She knew something she wasn't supposed to know.  Then again, she had been doing a lot of that lately as it was.

Sura's smile was almost sad as he asked his next questions, voice barely a whisper.  "I did.  She was lovely, Gavin.  A little blonde thing, barely a wisp.  She looked really happy..."  Sura had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that this was something a little different than Gavin suddenly meeting the woman of his dreams and abruptly asking her to marry him.  It was hush-hush in the community, arranged marriages, but they still existed.  It left a bad taste in her mouth as she realized that Gavin's engagement might well be an arranged one.  She was simply not interested in that kind of thing, thought it was unfair to both parties.  Sura had a terrible feeling that Gavin wasn't interested in that kind of thing either...

She turned her body so she was sitting directly in front of him, looking him square in the face. Even she was impressed with how comfortable she was with her own nakedness in front of him. Sura reached out and took his face in her hands, leaning in to press her lips against his forehead.  "Thank you.  For not running."  She had no idea how else to say it.  Her forehead pressed against his as she smiled.  "The future isn't here yet, anyway.  And if you're interested, I'd much rather enjoy my present company than entertain the ghosts that have now taken up residence in my head, anyway."

I'm quiet you know; you make a first impression.
i somehow find you and i collide.

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for: gavin
clothing: see halloween thread
music: e.t. -- tyler ward cover
words: 803
notes: sorry for the wait, sugar. <3

[Gavin Dewhurst]

i've never been so bitter,
(AND YOU? WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO STAY)
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[/i] His head tilted, his hand coming to rub at the back of his neck, just below his hairline. Of course it had, she was more than a little distracted. "They're worse when I haven't had one in a while." Gavin could feel his eyes widening. Hadn't had one in awhile? It had only been a few hours! How long had she been dealing with this all by herself? He didn't want to have to ask more questions, but he was going to have to.

"I won't tell if you won't," Hastily, he nodded. He wasn't taking this right. He couldn't have been. He should have been taking this better. He knew that, and still...he wasn't. "You can trust me, Gavin. I'll take it to the grave if ye' ask me to." Like cold water to the face he knew that she wasn't lying. He knew she wasn't. Still, it was so deeply ingrained in him not to trust people. She wasn't from his world, well, she was....but she wasn't. He had been told that these matters were family only. That it wasn't to be discussed, and he hadn't told her, he hadn't....she, by all means of defying normalcy had found out on her own. He couldn't be faulted for that. He could trust her. Couldn't he? "I did. She was lovely, Gavin. A little blonde thing, barely a wisp. She looked really happy..." He could feel the nerves building up inside of him. That should have made it better, obviously Sura had good tastes if she was interested in him at all. Still, he wanted to see her for himself. A simple name wasn't good enough. It was...this was all much too real. He didn't want to get married. He was only sixteen. He didn't want to even think about his future in such finite terms. Didn't want to make that sort of a commitment, life long vows, children, furthering the bloodline...at least not with her. The rest of it, had been accepted, he was expecting it. He knew that he would be expected to do certain things, and he would. Family, blood, was too important to him to not do it. He just...suddenly was finding himself in such that he wanted things on his terms. Not his mothers.

Her lips against his forehead brought him back to the present, remembering her presence with a weak smile. "Thank you. For not running." he nodded once, his arms coming up to envelop her once more. Had this not happened, he might have tried to go for a second round, but his head couldn't even fathom such things. "The future isn't here yet, anyway.” A slightly crazed rattle of breath pretending to be a laugh was the best response he could give. He shouldn't have said anything. He trusted Sura – a weird sort of bond that they had forged, sure, but he trusted her anyway. He didn't think that she was just going to go out running her mouth, but he should have kept his mouth shut. Instead, his stupid curiosity got the better of him. He didn't even like to consider himself so weak as to having emotions like this. But the truth was, he was scared. He was scared to find out who she was, what she looked like, what sort of person she was. Would they get along at all? He knew he couldn't love her – he couldn't. How could somebody love two people at once? It wasn't possible...Merlin it was a good thing Sura hadn't seen Amina. That...he couldn't have explained that away. At least it wasn't somebody else having these images of him, he could be grateful for that. He just hadn't been expecting to feel...comforted, by her presence. ”And if you're interested, I'd much rather enjoy my present company than entertain the ghosts that have now taken up residence in my head, anyway." Is that really how she thought of them? As ghosts? He couldn't even imagine what he would do if unwanted things pushed their way into his head, couldn't imagine how he would even begin to handle it if they started coming true before his eyes. At least...at least with his recently realized, affection for the Ravenclaw woman sitting next to him, it made things a little bit easier. Softened the blow slightly. At least he could trust her. His mind kept revolving around that word, trust. He'd only even ever spoken on this topic with one other person. Had only ever spoken freely with it a handful of times.

He didn't want to think about Lucinda anymore. If he did...he could bombard her with questions and that seemed like the last thing that she wanted right about now. His chin pressed into her shoulder for a long while, his mind attempting to compensate, attempting to compartmentalize and make it all go away. Push back the feelings that had managed to break through his otherwise collected personal due to raw shock. It was just a task proving to be slightly more difficult than he would have liked. His hands moved to grasp her shoulders, squeezing lightly, pushing a smile onto his face. He wouldn't turn her down for this, maybe once he got going it would be exactly what he needed. If nothing else, he could lose himself in her skin. Which, was always promising. His eyebrow cocked and the palms of his hands pushed her backward playfully into the mattress, knowing smile already on his lips.

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have you listened to me lately,
(I'VE BEEN GOING CRAZY, CRAZY)

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outfit: See Halloween thread.
tags: Sura
notes:I hope this isn't too much/too forward. Just let me know if theres any issue.
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