Walking O.N a W.I.R.E>> Gavin

[Kariana Gabrielle Travers]

The sunlight filtered through the textile curtaining, glancing off of the bronzed skin of the two bodies that were enclosed within the confines of the bed curtains, spiraling off of the differing tones and fighting its way through her closed lids. Try as she might she could no longer ignore the light that was invading her space though, and despite all of her best efforts she could feel the waking world pulling her brain out of its drug-like stupor as the fantastical colors of the dream world began to fade. A muted groan escaped her closed lips as she felt her muscles straightening out upon the white sheets, her body twisting against the stiffness lingering from the night before within her ligaments. Dimly her mind connected that something heavier than a sheet was sprawled across her midsection, the wiry hairs rubbing against the smooth skin of her abdomen, with it bringing a not unpleasant flood of memories from the night before. She threw an arm over her eyes in a half assed attempt to block out the brightness once more as her lips curled up at the pictures running through her brain. She hadn’t originally intended to invite Gavin to the dorms that night- for one it was too risky a place for them to meet safely at this time of year, and for another she hadn’t figured on needing his particular services. A really good book always had a way of changing things though. She’d let him know at dinner though and from there it hadn’t been too difficult. It was mid-week which ensured that most girls would have taken to their beds by the time she had snuck him in, and it wasn’t as if any would have remarked upon it in too much excess. There were nights he had crashed here without any sexual favors being exchanged; they were best friends after all. But she wasn’t about to make the mistake of assuming that all the girls in her dorm would buy the excuse. She shifted her legs with a slight grimace as the soreness began to make itself known, cramping down upon her muscles with a swiftness that was disappointing. It was expected though, so she wasn’t making too big a deal out of it. She let her arm drop suddenly as the fog on her brain began to lift a bit more, her head turning to the side to stare incredulously at the stubble resting a few centimeters from her face. He was still here. Of course. Sunlight had just begun to shine over the treetops when they had finally fallen asleep, and she supposed it was irrational of her to expect him to get up, dressed, and out when she herself had fallen asleep the minute he had rolled off of her and to the side… but still, it was somewhat more surprising than it might have been otherwise. It wasn’t like anyone was likely to pull back her curtains anyways… except maybe Avery, and Avery had classes today... and all Kat had was to turn in that one paper for her Dark Arts class...

Fuck.

With a more agonized groan she let both her hands run down her chest, her fingers wrapping lightly around the forearm on her stomach and pushing it off of her with relative ease, her torso coming off of the bed as soon as the goal was accomplished. She had to make sure and have that paper into her professor's box... At two? She thought it was two anyways. She reached over to the side of her bed, pulling the fabric on the right side of her bed back just so slightly to look at the clock sitting on her bed stand, her brow furrowing as she tried to wrap her mind around the numbers before letting the fabric fall back once more, her lips turned down in a frown. She had a good forty minutes to get up, dressed, and get her paper down to her professor's office. And from the sound of things there were at least two other girls in the dorm room, not on her end, but still an obstacle to getting Gavin out of here unseen. One she didn’t have time to work around. Not without dealing with the possibility of facing another detention... which if it had been with her potions professor... but no. She bit back a sigh as she rose to her knees, wincing as the blood rushing to her thighs brought with it its own reminder of the night before. “Hey.” Her voice was loud enough to carry, though hopefully not far enough to the giggling on the other end of the room. “Hey.” Her brows furrowed as she nudged his shoulder with her knee, crawling up the bed to where her black robe was slung over the headboard. Now was not the time for him to be dead to the world. She had to go. And so did he for that matter. She slid the fabric over her arms and shoulders, not bothering with belting it before she leant back down, her hand going out to close over his shoulder, shaking none too gently- Gavin wasn’t known for his quick responses when asleep… or responding at all sometimes. “Asshole.” The explicative held little venom though as she slid to the edge of the bed where he wasn’t located, slipping between the curtains as easily as she closed them behind her, belting the robe loosely as she padded her way to the end of her bed, throwing the chest at the end open and rifling through it for a few moments, pulling a few random objects out and stuffing them into her free arm, not bothering to reply to the hello called out to her from the other end of the room, making her way back to the side of her bed, and out of view once more before pulling the curtain back again, only enough to see his tangled legs and feet before depositing her choices on the mattress, sliding her robe off of her the minute she got the chance.

The rush of air brought the gooseflesh to her skin without the added heat of Gavin next to her and she had to fight down the urge to pull the robe back up and on, instead grabbing the jeans that she had pulled out of her trunk and jumping into them quickly, sliding them up over her hips and buttoning them with one hand as she grabbed at the white t-shirt. If she was remembering correctly she didn’t have class today at all due to some scheduling something or another, which meant she didn’t have to bother with robes or anything. There was no way she was going to be able to sit through class in one of those chairs today anyways. She unzipped the black makeup bag that was resting atop the gray zip- hoodie, grabbing the comb on top and running it quickly through her hair, wincing at the amount of tangles it encountered, her lips pulling into a determined line. If she didn’t like the way he handled her hair so much she would be tempted to make it an off limits area… She was tempted to wake him up and have him comb it out as well, but that would take more time than she had once again. She didn’t bother with any of the products that were littering the rest of the bag as she replaced her brush, zipping it closed and throwing it one handed back into the open trunk. Her lipgloss was on her dressing table anyways, and it was the colored kind. It was all the makeup she needed today. She pulled the starred hoodie on quickly, zipping it halfway and pushing the sleeves up on her forearm before bending to grab the discarded robe. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She felt the knives twisting into her ribs individually… all three thousand of them. The grip he had placed on her torso last night as he had lain below her had felt heavenly, the after effects were not so. She was fairly sure there was even going to be bruising marring the skin by nightfall, but she couldn’t do much about it. And she had no room to complain with the marks that littered his back and torso. Which she got a nice view of as she leant back into the bed, throwing her robe back in its place and smiling down at the artwork she had left. She pushed herself up on the bed and grabbed the lipgloss from her end table, uncapping it and bringing it to her lips… only to pause. A smile snaked across her lips as she turned her body once more, crawling over to where Gavin was laying and throwing one leg over his waist, straddling his hips as she leant down, looking at his closed eyes speculatively before bringing the lipgloss wand down upon his torso, her fingers pressing into the flesh beneath as she wrote the words out.
‘Had to turn in a paper, see yourself out… discreetly. Courtyard when you wake up. Will have coffee. xoxoxo.’

She looked down upon the words, already drying out upon his chest in the crimson color of the gloss before re-dipping the wand and passing it over her lips deftly. Maybe it was a bit childish, but she did enjoy Gavin in red.

It was twenty minutes later and an odd lecture later that she was walking through the courtyard, two Styrofoam cups clutched within her hands. She wasn’t late at least, the elves had been only too accommodating within the kitchens on her way up here from turning the paper in. She had been perfectly on time to turning the paper in, and had even had enough time- as she judged it- to spare before Gavin would actually deign to get up out of bed and find his way down to the courtyard. Hopefully he'd managed to avoid the harpies that she shared it with... especially Avery. If Avery found out that she and Gavin were doing anything remotely sexual she would never hear the end of it. Which was ridiculous. She shook her head and continued walking until she reached the center of the courtyard, her eyes spying the open stone bench with no small amount of satisfaction and making her way over to it, balancing the cups dutifully as she sat down, her eyes scanning the landscape for Sleeping Beauty. Hopefully he was already up and on his way down, if not his coffee would be cold... served him right.

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[Gavin Dewhurst]

do I have your attention,

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( SHOULD I TRY A LITTLE HARDER)
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Frowning, he rolled over in the bed. He didn't want to wake up, he wanted to sleep more. He didn't have anything important to do today, and there was literally no reason for him to have to rouse himself, unless she was naked. In fact, there better be somebody naked if he was going to be forced to open his eyes today. Snuggling back down into the soft pillows that were always more comfortable than the ones in his dorm, no matter who's bed it was that he was crashing in. Nuzzling the satin pillowcase with his nose he didn't make a sound other than the rustling of sheets. Which, the heavy curtains should block out the noise form anybody else in the room. This wasn't his first trip, he knew what he was doing. No doubt he was going to have some explaining to do whenever he did get back to his dorm later on in the day for clean clothing. Luckily, he had a plethora of female names to choose of who would jump at the chance just to say that they had spent the night with him. It was a perk of being so good looking. Slowly, things were starting to make sense, like exactly who's bed it was that he was sleeping in, and the fact that he was the only one in it. Reluctantly, he pried one eye open slowly, peeping out over the pillowcase that was conforming to his face. Where was she? She had been here...recently since she sheets were still warm. He could hear voices on the other side of the thick drapes, but he didn't recognize them by the laughter. That vixen. She had left him here to fend for himself. He rolled his eyes behind closed lids and nuzzled the pillow again. All hopes of drifting back to sleep were now evading him since he had a puzzle to solve. How to get out of here unnoticed whenever he wasn't alone. Shouldn't they be in class or something? Perhaps at the very least he could roll into somebody else's bed. Avery would cover for him, even if she would hound him about why she was covering for him in the first place. Personally, he didn't understand the need for discretion, he was nothing to be ashamed of. She should be bragging. At least let him brag, but due to their strong friendship he respected her wishes. Yet, even that would have been tested if she wasn't so limber.

Rolling his torso back over until he was laying on his back, staring absently at the patterns of the drapes covering the roof of her bed, he went to scratch at his stomach, only to find that the sheets had stuck to him. Strange, had they used something sticky last night? After the debacle of the chocolate syrup he thought that they had vowed never to do something of that nature again. Too messy, too hard to explain. Curious, he slowly started to pry the sheet from his skin, was that...letters? What the hell was on his chest. Irritated, he pulled the dark green sheet from his chest until he could see words that started under his clavicle, and ended right above his man business. Silly hussy, she couldn't just leave a note like a regular person? This had better not stain his skin like it did his cloths. He wasn't against make up, it tended to make average looking women pretty, but since Kat had no use for it, why in the hell had she been so cruel? His lips turned down into a frown, pressing together tightly as his fingers probed at the letters, it wasn't like he could even read it properly, she should have been nice and written them the other way around, he was going to need a series of mirrors for this mess. The sticky substance came off on his fingers whenever he poked at it. Collapsing back onto his back he sighed softly. Now he was going to have to shower this off. Raking a hand down his face irritated he sat back up to attempt to make out whatever had been so damn important it had to be temporarily tattoo'd on his body. Craning his neck sideways, he squinted, trying to read whatever it was. Something about seeing, coffee...court...that had to be courtyard but the end of the word was starting to blur and was written half way onto his side. At least the coffee part was good. Feeling vindictive, he grabbed the sheet and rubbed it all against his stomach, marring the words and transferring the sticky substance to her sheets. That should be a nice surprise whenever she tried to go to bed tonight. The smile on his face at his petty act of retribution was short lived whenever he noticed that his clothing was gone. She must have shoved it under the bed, or in her trunk somewhere so nobody would see it. Smart, but irritating. Just like everything else about this stupid morning.

His hands ran over the sheet, Merlin he better not have to make a toga out of the sheets that he had just ruined. Then his hands hit something soft, and his frown deepened. Muttering obscenities under his breath he pulled the flimsy robe to his body and forced his arms through the almost too small openings. Merlin whenever he got his hands on her. He hoped that at the very least she was too sore to walk properly today, she deserved it for putting him in this position. Luckily, the sounds of talking had faded, they should be heading out any time now. At the very least they should have to pee, or put their hair up or something else silly that girls did in their free time. He just had to wait. Looping the belt around his waist and knotting it once he tugged on the hem, wishing that it would hit anywhere less than the middle of his thighs. Sure it looked good on her, but it sure as hell didn't look good on him. She would be lucky if she was going to be getting this back. Sure enough, as he sat there, idlely listening for movement, he heard them get up and head in the direction of the bathroom Now, he had to run. If somebody saw him on the way, then that was just too bad...he could make up something if the situation presented itself. Ripping open the curtains, leaving them to fall back into place on their own he jogged across the room, the silk of her robe feeling pretty good against his skin and he had just opened the door to the dorm whenever he head another door behind him. ”HEY” Spinning around, and pretending to be coming in rather than be going out he plastered what he hoped was a flirty smile on his face. “Knock knock” he beamed, adding a knock to the end. No idea how he was going to explain the robe and he didn't care either. ”And what do you want?” Astoria asked innocently with her lush pink lips, her friend had already dashed across the room in attempt to make herself more presentable since she had been in rather unflattering pajama's. Think Gavin, Think. Shrugging cheekily he stepped back into the room that he had been trying to flee. He needed to ignore the strange looks that they were giving him or else he was going to lose his nerve. “Shower partners?” he said with a wink.

They shouldn't buy it, but some people were desperate enough to believe anything if they wanted it bad enough. They should have seen right through them, truthfully he would have respected them more if they had. All it took was a boyish smile and a shrug and they bought into it. He should have lied better, because whenever he went through with his words, because he was honor bound to do so of course, he was going to have to keep his back away from them lest they see the claw marks. Then again, he had thick skin, so hopefully the marks weren't visible yet. She knew better than to harm his game, that was the best part about their unspoken agreement. He hoped that the words were blurred too much to read, or else he was going to be in trouble. Any female in this school who didn't know his reputation, well, that was their own downfall if they expected him to be innocent in any way. They should know what they were getting themselves into. At least one fish bit, the insecure one who had gone running off to make herself presentable. He almost wished it was the other, she was more attractive. Yet, beggars couldn't be choosers. Since this was a unique situation, he had to take what he could get. The only bad thing about the female showers, was that the water was rose scented more often than not. Of course there was a way to turn the scent off, but he hadn't yet figured out how to do it. So, perhaps this girl, who's name he couldn't remember, would at least show him. A short conversation, and a brief shower later he had been scrubbed clean, and given a set of robes to wear long enough for him to get back to his dorm. Which he had done, donned a suitable outfit and headed in the direction of where he was very much hoping that Kariana would be with piping hot coffee. He was already irritated enough with her, she needed to do that for him at least. He didn't like sleeping with people that he didn't have to. Even less with people that he didn't even like the company of. The things that he did for her.

Once he was finally dressed in his own clothing and wearing shoes he found his way down to the courtyard. He wouldn't have minded meeting her for lunch, or food of any kind. He hadn't eaten his lunch yesterday and he was starving. Oh well, coffee would just have to do. She had the lesson today that he had tomorrow, so at the very least she had better have good notes for him to read so that he could skip if he needed to. As he exited the castle, he pushed his sunglasses up onto his face with disdain, grimacing that they weren't doing enough to shield his eyes from the UV rays. He really could have done with more sleep, and he was definitely more sore than he needed to be right now. Stuffing his hands deep within his pockets he sauntered over to the bench that his friend was sitting at, she had been easy enough to find. Why did it feel like he was hungover? Could a person be hungover from too little sleep? Maybe it was too much sleep, he didn't know, and he certainly didn't care. He just wanted the feeling to end. Plopping down on the bench next to her was a decision he instantly regretted due to the jolt that it sent up through his spine. Reaching over with both hands he took a cup of coffee with one, and used his thumb and index finger to 'tickle' her rib cage, a particular spot that he knew for a fact should cause her pain. “That was not nice, what you did” he remarked, taking a hesitant sip of the coffee to test the temperature and taste. It was starting to get cold, but it was decent enough for him to drink in large gulps. She had remembered that he liked cream but not sugar, instead honey. Which is why they really were best friends. Smiling at his drink, and the energy that was slowly, minutely, starting to ebb from the inside of his stomach outward he took another drink and turned to look at her. Inclining his head toward her ribs he smirked, luckily she could blame any bruises on Quidditch. “How bad is it?”

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you may not know me well enough,

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[Kariana Gabrielle Travers]

She watched idly as people passed through the quad, her eyes following the random assortment of students with disinterest. None of them were worth even idle curiosity in the first place; she had no use for anyone today beyond those that she deemed among her small circle of friends. If it weren’t for the fact that she was craving Gavin’s company in particular today she would just call this waiting game quits and get up and leave… but she had left that little note for him, the thought brought a small smirk to her lips as she imagined him trying to read it- she really would have to ask what method he had ended up using, there were so many that could have worked…if his brain was awake enough to work it out. She brought the Styrofoam cup to her lips slowly, sipping at the black liquid within. She would never understand some people’s fascination with destroying the coffee with confections and sweeteners and the like. Like Gavin and his honey… she had even been nice enough to make sure that she had gotten the right kind of coffee for him, something that she didn’t do for just anyone. Which would only serve to piss her off more if she was left waiting here too long. She closed her eyes slowly, arching her back away from the wall that the bench was up against, feeling the muscles beneath protest as they stretched out of their bent position, the cracking that accompanied it satisfying enough that she felt comfortable returning to her earlier position, setting both cups of coffee off to unoccupied side of the bench. She let her shoulders come to rest against the stone behind her, stretching her legs out as far as her five foot two frame would allow her to, and reclining comfortable before she pulled her purse to her, only to deposit it behind the small of her back for added cushioning and pick her coffee back up. It really was a kind of nice soreness, if she thought about it long enough. Because while she was sure it would accompany her for another week or so, especially if the flesh around her ribs really were purpling into the shape of hands, it was doing nothing to lessen her appetite for what it was that had caused the pain in the first place. She could lay the blame in any number of places; dealing with Regulus and his overtly sexual passes as often as she did, Professor Talbot… that man really was something else entirely, even having a friend as attractive as Gavin himself. She was surrounded by pretty people, the majority of which she couldn’t or wouldn’t-due to principle- have. She closed her eyes as she pondered on the subject, her mind roaming the small twists and turns that accompanied it with no small amount of fascination.

She pushed her cup back to the side once more, setting it down after a long gulp of the contents, her hands going to furrow into the pockets of her jacket, fingers closing around the fluff lining them within and coming to a rest. She should have remembered sunglasses. She’d known that it would be bright outside, she had gathered as much from the moment she’d first woken up this morning. It would have been a simple thing to deposit them from her bedside table into her purse on her way out, but she hadn’t even considered the possibility that her eyes would still be bothering her this late into the day. Although truthfully… it wasn’t really all that late, maybe it just felt like it was due to the amount of sleep she had missed out on. Had it not been for the paper due that day she would have gladly stayed ensconced within the curtains of the bed with Gavin until she actually felt like getting up. Or maybe she could have suggested that they stay within the bed for the day, there were any number of activities they could have engaged in that didn’t involve leaving her dormitory. And many of them could have led to a follow up of the night before, which would have been nice. Soreness and all… although she was sure she would have had to do some kind of convincing and conniving to get him to agree to a whole day in bed. Maybe she could have sold it as a fort type of deal… or promises of sexual favors that was usually the best way to ensure it. She sighed softly, trying not to move her ribs with the movement overly much. Either way it was too little too late now, she had already gone to class, and already gotten the coffee she’d promised him. She half considered getting the cups and heading back to the dormitory in the hopes that he was still sleeping in her bed- so as to continue with her thought process. But with her luck she would leave just as he made his way down to where she was, and not on the route she used to get back. Which would just waste far too much time. For all she knew he’d woken up right after she left and gotten out of the room… Fuck. She almost put her hand to her forehead, her torso anticipating the movement as her brain raced ahead to what it was she was remembering. She’d forgotten to tell him that she’d put his clothes under the edge of the bed. Originally she’d meant to leave it in the note… but as she’d used his body for the paper… and she’d nearly run out of room anyways. It had just escaped her mind. She felt her lips pull in a small smile despite herself at the thought of him having to run naked back through the dormitory. Hopefully the girls had left the room by that time, the fact that they’d been there in the first place was ridiculous and a bad turn of fate besides.

She opened one eye lazily to survey the space around her once more, looking for the towering figure that would be making its way to her… hopefully. Once again though she was disappointed. She bit back a sigh altogether this time, not willing to chance it just yet. Her lid fell back over her iris as she tried to make sense of what could be taking him so long. She doubted that he needed to be rescued; he was more than resourceful enough to find his own way out of whatever situation he may have stumbled in. On top of the fact that if she were to show up it would more than likely undermine any tale he would likely have been spinning. She could feel the irritation building up within her, though if she were being honest it had less to do with her late companion and more to do with the fact that she didn’t like waiting more than a small amount of time… for anything. She flicked her hair out of her face easily, doing her best to control the wince that covered her face as she did so. She would have to remember to make some rule about the amount of roughness and ensuing soreness on weekdays… although she wasn’t sure that was even possible, or if she could follow such a thing. A tingling sensation took place in her upper thighs, the lack of blood flow finally catching up with her again, the prickling doing interesting things with the ache that had taken up residence there. Her lips pulled in a small frown as she adjusted herself, moving her body once more without changing her position too much in the process. She crossed her ankles slowly, carefully rearranging her legs to where they were still stretched out. Her eyes were finally adjusting somewhat to the intensity of the lighting around her, something she was more than a little thankful for as she let her eyes stay open, blue orbs watching her peers pass by her perching place.

The familiar mop of hair towering above the majority of the rest making its way to her was hard to miss, she felt her lips rise in a half saluted response, her fingers closing around his coffee cup as he made his way closer holding it towards him as his body came to rest beside her. He was wearing his own clothes, and not the ones she had snuck him in last night with; which meant that he had managed to make it back to his own dormitory sometime between her departure and arrival here. And… she wrinkled her nose as his seating sent a whiff of roses her way, one eyebrow climbing upon her forehead. And apparently gotten a shower out of their dormitory as well, well… that was interesting in the least. She’d barely started her perusal of his figure when his fingers were at her side, her spine instantly arching in a nearly vertical movement to escape the instant tingling and sharp pain accompanied with it. A gasp fell from her lips as a sort of hiss as she arranged her body a bit further away from him, attempting to recover some semblance of comfort as she pulled her legs up between them as a wall, eyes narrowing as she looked to him. “It looks like you escaped just fine… and I tried to wake you anyways.” She threw her hair over her shoulder imperiously, pulling her knees up to rest her chin on, arms loping casually around her shins. She managed to incline her head in some acknowledgement of his statement anyways, her eyes still slanted in a partial glare. “I got you coffee at least.” Which she didn’t have to, especially not as specialized as he liked it. If he wanted to keep score then he should at least tally up all of it… huh, keeping score, that was an interesting idea- one she would have to share later. She shrugged his question off, raising one brow in an indifferent gesture. “Which part? My thighs are broken.” She resisted the urge to lift her shirt and show him the hand prints she could feel forming on her torso. “And my ribs are most definitely bruised.” A small smirk twisted its way upon her lips, bellying whatever she might have tried to say as a complaint- not that she had been planning to.

She brought the coffee cup slowly to her lips, observing him over the rim as she took a few short mouthfuls, letting the liquid warm its way down her throat before looking critically at him, leaning in until her nose almost brushed his neck to sniff somewhat dramatically. She leant back slowly, both eyebrows going up in an expression of feigned surprise. “You smell like a girl… and not me.” There was no bite in the words, their arrangement didn’t involve jealousy in any form, although the surprise at him sleeping with someone else in such a close timeframe to her was questionable- it wasn’t something that occurred that regularly. “Don’t tell me you had to fight your way through the hoard.” An overstatement seeing that there were no more than six or seven girls that could have possibly been in the dorm room at that time. But still, not a boring prospect to picture. Although if he had fucked even half of them she was going to be disappointed. There were standards to keep to, and there were several of those girls who came nowhere near meeting them.

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[Gavin Dewhurst]

do I have your attention,

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Sweet infant Merlin that hits the spot. Apart from all of the other obvious reasons that he liked to keep Kariana around, this sweet beverage in his hands was a big part of it. She may not seem like it to the untrained eye, but the girl certainly knew how to pay attention. Someday, she was going to make some man very happy. Sadly for the both of them, they didn't get any choice in the matter. It wasn't like he was interesting in Kat, she was stunning and she certainly knew how to please a man but they were just friends, and that was all that they would ever be. Never once had either one of them considered being something more. Sure, it had been a very strange night indeed whenever their relationship had turned sexual, but it wasn't even considered for a second that their friendship was going to be in jeopardy. That fateful night, Gavin had been sneaking out of Avery's bed, not too unlike the situation tonight. Kariana, had been sneaking back into her dorm after hours with her broom, wanting to go for a late night ride. Something, that was both fun and thrilling due to the fact that they had a stupid curfew on them. It wasn't something that they were inclined to resist. She had navigated, her poor broom greatly bogged down under the weight of both of their bodies. Brooms never were meant to carry more than one person and he was a very large person. He had cloaked them with the help of his knowledge and somehow, they had manged to break into the Quidditch pitch. The season hadn't been due to start for another month and a half so all of the entrances were all boarded up. Though, for two hormonally charged fifteen year olds it wasn't much of a deterrence. Both of them knew that entire pitch like the back of their hands so they had gotten in, and broken out his broom for a one on one match of Quaffles. They couldn't get the whole set out, so they kept low to the ground and remained silent...until things went very wrong indeed. Drunk from exhaustion and an over abundance of adrenaline Gavin had fallen, breaking three bones in his wrist. How was that going to be explained? They weren't allowed out after hours. Had they been caught, they both would have been kicked off of the team.

Naturally, the panic only served to make his heart beat faster. He thought he might die, as dramatic as that was he couldn't help himself, if that was going to be their very last night on the Quidditch pitch, he wanted to make it count. Even more so if they were going to be confined to classes and their dorms due to the massive amounts of detention that this was going to bring about. He couldn't speak for his friend, but he had always just assumed that she had been feeling the same way that he had. A very strange, painful, but satisfying few hours later he had been struggling to get his shirt back on without popping the bones of his wrist out through the casing that was his skin, Kariana managed to make some sort of sling out of her bra and they had limped back to the castle. Of course, he had tried to cover it up by saying that he had broken his arm falling out of bed, and nobody bought it. It was a horrible lie, but at least he was the one that had ended up in detention for a month, so worth those few hours in his mind. His wrist still clicked funny whenever he wrote too much. Perhaps it was because of that initial performance that he no longer felt any remorse whenever he caused her bodily harm in the pursuit of nirvana. No doubt she was going to be bruised where his grip had been last night, but he couldn't be bothered to care. In fact, he wanted to capitalize on it. Taking another long drink of his coffee he swallowed in one hard gulp, not bothering to realize if his tongue was burnt or not. Adjusting his sunglasses on his face, he finally placed the coffee cup between his outstretched legs and ran his fingers through his short hair, rubbing at the back of his head for a few long minutes before allowing them to drop back down to his lap. Wiping the droplets of water that had formed on his hands from his still damp hair on the tops of his denim clad thighs. “It looks like you escaped just fine… and I tried to wake you anyways.” His eyes closed and his body gave an involuntarily shudder as a short montage of images fluttered on the backs of his eyelids. The woman from the shower and her obnoxious, banshee like cries that echoed off of the small room. “I'll survive anyway” the words darted out from between his clenched lips, his hand grasping once more for his coffee to wash the memory from his system. The fact that she shielded her body from further attempts at her ribs by moving her legs in front of her torso didn't go unnoticed.

“I got you coffee at least.” Taking another sip, the contents draining far more quickly than he would have liked he nodded “Aye, that you did” his heavy English accent that normally was well contained from his diction poking through from his sluggishness. “And my ribs are most definitely bruised.” Smiling into his cup, he reached around the back of her body, this time poking at her ribs on the side furthest from where he was sitting. “Not these?” he said, probing a little more firmly with his fingertips. Since he knew exactly where his grip had been, he knew exactly where to poke to sting just enough. “You smell like a girl… and not me. Don’t tell me you had to fight your way through the hoard.” Lowering his head toward his own chest he inhaled, sure enough that stupid rose smell was there. He had tried asking how to fix that at one point, but the little hussy wasn't having any of it, she wasn't even listening in full sentences, that was very clear. So, this had been the result. Answering her with a less than innocent shrug and head incline, he hid the lower half of his face with his coffee cup. This was one romp that he wasn't proud of, and in no way would ever be repeating. If it were possible to rank encounters on a negative scale, that's exactly what he would have done. He didn't recall her name but was certain that Kat would know it. Stretching and finally leaning back against the cool stone wall was soothing, too soothing. If he wasn't careful, it was very possible that he would fall asleep right here and make up what few hours he had lost before. Finally sighing since he knew there was no way that he was going to get out of rehashing this horrible tale to the woman sitting next to him he grimaced. “I may or may not have had to screw my way out”

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[Kariana Gabrielle Travers]

She tried shifting into a more comfortable position, something that proved to be difficult with the way she’d positioned herself in response to his attack, her face scrunching slightly as she registered the sharp shift within her muscles. Okay, so that was a no go… With a small twitch of displeasure upon her lips she settled back into the original position, her arms loosening upon her bent legs slightly as she turned her coffee cup, loosing completely as she brought it to her lips for a long sip, her eyes still staring speculatively over at her companion. The familiar pain that had built up within her muscles over the past few hours forgotten as she tried to work her way into his brain and pick out what it was that had her scrunching her nose. It wasn’t that she was jealous if he had been consorting with another female or females as the case may be. Jealousy wasn’t something that she had to experience often with Gavin. Now if he ever started going to another girl with all of his secrets maybe… but him having sex with someone else wasn’t any cause for worry, it was something that was to be expected- something that happened often enough for her not to question it too deeply. Their arrangement wasn’t romantic, although more binding, the thought of him with another female did nothing more than pique her curiosity- and sometimes disgust. They’d made their pact first year, promising to be there for each other regardless, to watch out for each other where they couldn’t take care of themselves. They were family of sorts, the kind that you got to choose. Over the years that pact had changed, new rules added, some tweaked. They came from the same stock of people, were in fact so similar in themselves that it was borderline ridiculous, which in most cases would annoy Kat. She didn’t get along with those who were like her even marginally; it wasn’t that big of a group to go through anyways. Gavin however shared her mind, in a way that she had likened several times over the years to that of twins. Because he was like her twin, in almost every way. Despite the genetic differences and the fact that their relation was almost nonexistent blood wise, he got her in a way that no one else ever would. It was only natural then that fifth year had led to some additional changes in their pact, the sexual ones probably the most notable- given that they were after all not, in fact, related. It was perhaps her biggest secret to date, and one that surprisingly affected little else outside of its own bubble, something she attributed to the fact that their rules were so well placed and romantic inclinations absent. It was the main factor to her being okay with his sexual escapades though; they weren’t in a relationship, just two sides of the same coin. It did affect her though, if he slept with someone less than satisfactory. For one he was her friend, being such that she was obligated to look out for him. For another… she had strict rules when it came to her vagina, and him pervading them with something she considered unworthy was a different subject matter entirely. She was so immersed in what it was that he wasn’t telling her that she almost missed the words that he did utter aloud.

His reaction had been strange, noted, and otherwise ignored. Of course he would survive; she felt her eyes roll skyward at his words. Dramatic. That word summed up about all of him anyways. It wasn’t like she had left him in the middle of the desert with no water, food, or transportation. He’d been in a dormitory with all the conveniences of the modern magical community. If it had been too difficult to get out unnoticed he could have always just waited it out until she could come back for him anyways. Men. She blew a frustrated breath of air up towards her bangs, the hair fanning out from her face in a signal of her disbelief. She wasn’t even going to qualify any of it with a statement, the amount of ridiculousness he had aired too much. She wasn’t going to be distracted from her quest for answers with his distractions; it was hard enough to answer him on the state of her body at the moment. She hadn’t left gouge marks or hickeys for so long she was beginning to regret it, the fact that he got to mark her up- even if in not so obvious a manner- something that begged to be countered. Her gaze fell to his neck idly as she thought about it, double checking that she’d been sparse enough with her teeth, running the length before cutting off with a pained inhale as her body shot backwards, legs kicking out from their bent position as her spine arched to escape the probing fingers, twisting her body almost backwards as she wrinkled her nose, her free hand going out to slap none to gently the hand that had started it. “Asshole, asshole, asshole.” She winced as she tried to bring her body back to the position she had been occupying, her eyes narrowing as she looked to Gavin. “You’re an asshole.” Because repetition was key and she couldn’t for the life of her think of another insult right then. “Fuck.” She stretched once, giving up her quest with a warning glare sent as she turned completely upon the bench, turning her back to him momentarily before letting her torso fall backwards, settling down upon the stone lightly as she laid her head upon the thigh nearest her, angling her face so as to look at him without the hindrance of too direct sun rays. “You’re done,” the command came out without any venom, her eyes still slanted as she surveyed him. “Or else I’ll repay you in kind tenfold.” Again without any anger in it, just the promise of threat behind her calm words. He should know her well enough to know that she meant it, and her methods meant more than just an uncomfortable amount of pain in the end as well. She raised a brow delicately before putting her nearly empty cup beside her on the bench, pulling her legs up and bending them at the knees until she was in a fairly comfortable position. Much better than sitting up, her ribs were already recovering from the shameless prodding of her companion.

She went to close her eyes, pushing her head a bit further up until the curve of her neck was supported by the jean clad leg beneath her. Her hands she let rest on her stomach, the metallic ring beneath her shirt digging softly into one palm. It wasn’t until he finally spoke again that her eyes shot open, eyebrows climbing to her hairline as she processed his words. Screw his way out. Merlin, she hoped that he meant with a screwdriver. One look at his face said otherwise though, and she searched her memory frantically to remember who had been in the dormitory when she left. Megan and Candice were the only two she’d seen though, and all of the four posters had been open as well, which meant that no one had been lurking behind them sleeping. “Oh, pleaseeeee tell me that someone came in after me Gavin.” She twisted her lips into something resembling distaste as she looked up at him, eyes widening with her plea. Or at least Megan, let if have been Megan. She wasn’t the prettiest of creatures, but she wasn’t nearly as base as her bestfriend, and she was a good deal more attractive. She didn’t even know how Candice had gotten in Slytherin, she wasn’t attractive, wealthy, pureblood, or intelligent. She fit none of the requirements, and yet she shared a dormitory with the rest of them… She brought one of her hands up to run over the length of her face, her eyebrows coming together as it finished it’s pass, her hand going up to grab his chin, forcing his eyes to hers before letting her hand fall back to her stomach. “What was her name?” Or had he even learned that? She rolled her eyes before he could answer her exasperation evident. “Or what she looked like at least.” It was still plausible to assume that someone else had come in from a class after she had left, she didn’t even know what time he’d woken up. It could have been hours after she had left herself. Although judging by the fact that he’d obviously had time to shower- in the girl’s area, making sense of the rosy smell emitting from his pores- and change back into his own clothes she was assuming that it couldn’t have been too long afterwards, more was the pity. Screw his way out. Well, obviously he wasn’t going to be needing her services now either. Another downside she hadn’t foreseen.

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[Gavin Dewhurst]

do I have your attention,

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Kariana was perhaps one of the only girls that he knew that he didn't have to watch his tongue around. Most others would have already jumped on him for even mentioning the possibility of another female anywhere in his proximity. Luckily, Care wasn't like that or else he wouldn't have been able to tolerate her presence this long. She was different, pure blooded, gorgeous with the same affection for Quidditch and outlook on the wizarding world as he had. Sure, they did have different goals in life but they had been raised in environments so very similar that it was hard not to get along. She was just about the only one besides Regulus that he could talk to about anything that held a serious note. Of course, he wouldn't express his fears or concerns about the arranged marriage that he knew he was going to be walking into come graduation with Reg because men just didn't talk about certain things...it would have been strange. Luckily, or unluckily depending on how one looked at it, Care was going to be walking into the same thing so she knew where he was coming from. More common ground, there was already so much that it was uncanny. Most times, Gavin was willing to admit that opposites attracted...but not in this case. In many ways Care was his perfect woman. If only he had been able to see her in a romantic light things might have been different for the both of them, and while he could appreciate her in a physical sense...there were no feelings in any way but platonic. He had tried out of curiosity to see if there was a way that he could force feelings, to spark something between the two of them. If he had been able to do it, a lot of his future problems would have been solved since she would have been the perfect match to bring home to his mother and father...but nothing. He had failed and there was nothing that he could do about it. He wasn't going to lose a friend over something so stupid, least of all one that he got along so well with, which is why it was so perfect that she never had any feelings for him either. At least, not to his knowledge and Care wasn't the type of girl to just keep that sort of thing to herself.

As expected, she hit him in return to his teasing. The day that she reacted in a non-violent way was going to be the day that he was surprised...or the day that she died. Yet somehow, he always pictured her biting death on the arm while kicking and screaming if he tried to take her before she was ready. Shaking the light sting off of his hand where she had hit it he laughed “Careful, we both need those hands” he joked in reference to his position on the Quidditch team, even if she was going to take it in a different way. “Asshole, asshole, asshole.” Shrugging his shoulders as if to say 'I know' he took another drink from his coffee, emptying it's contents and wishing that she had either gotten bigger cups, or just more of them since he was going to be in dire need of more caffeine very shortly. Lifting the cup over his head he overhanded it toward the waste receptacle across the way, not even blinking once it hit the exact area that he had meant it to. He wasn't considering sports as a professional career for nothing. He was damn good at what he did. Adjusting the sunglasses on his face he eased back into the cool wall, letting his hands fold together and resting on his curved stomach. “You’re done,” his eyebrow arched lazily, it was the only outward sign that he had heard her, he didn't even turn to look at her, he was too busy watching the talent as it crossed in front of the bench they were sitting at. “Is that a threat?” “Or else I’ll repay you in kind tenfold.” Letting a yawn take over his face he sighed on the exhale “You're cute whenever you're bitter” his words were plain, holding no more bitterness than hers had just moments earlier. The people around there were starting to take notice of him, just as the males were taking casual notice of her as they passed, only he played on it whereas she didn't waste her time most days. He didn't stop slouching like he was, but made sure to nod his head toward the girls that he caught staring that he found attractive.

“Did you bring food too?” He inquired, all the while leaning over her body to grab at her purse and start to paw through it. He knew the answer to his question well before he had even asked it. She always had food on her. His hand found purchase on a small container of blackberries and pulled it out greedily to his chest. He tossed her purse back to where he had found it and lifted the container to his face, opening it just enough to sniff at it. He knew they would be fresh, she wasn't going to cart around old berries on her person any more than he was going to go without his daily three showers. Pulling the lid off of the container he flipped it over and rested the container on the upturned lid. Picking out a berry and wishing that there was some sugar even if he didn't need the extra sweetness he popped a berry into his mouth, chewing quickly while waiting for her to begin her questioning. He wasn't embarrassed about the encounter, but only because he didn't believe in living with regrets. If he had had a choice, or the ability to think of anything other than sex all the time he might have been able to come up with something different. “Oh, pleaseeeee tell me that someone came in after me Gavin.” He sunk a little lower into his slouch and chomped down on another berry, shaking his head no. His face bunched up as he knew she was putting the bits together, he didn't know the girls name, and would like to keep it that way..but once she had determined which of the two girls it was there was no doubt in his mind that he was going to hear something else about her that he liked even less than the limited knowledge bank he had about her already. He hugged the container to his sunken chest quietly, picking out the darkest berries for his own consumption, planning on leaving the more bitter tasting ones for her class snacks later. Whenever her cold hand darted out to grab his chin he almost spit berry juice on her hand. It would have served her right. Instead he coughed and sputtered to spare her skin from staining dark purple.

“What was her name?” He shrugged again, still recovering from almost choking on a berry. “How in Merlin's name should I know? It's not like you lot wear name tags...thought it's not a bad idea” Whenever her eyes stopped rolling, he offered her one of her own berries as a peace offering, he could tell by the look on her face that neither girl would have appeased her...but he wasn't going to just sit here and lie. Not to her at least. “Or what she looked like at least.” Merlin why were they still talking about this? Now it was his turn to roll his eyes at her. “I dunno” he pondered, moving his hand toward the middle of his chest, a berry pinched between his index finger and thumb. “'Bout yay high...awkward black curls. Way too much runny make up” that was an understatement, there had been so much of it. Even whenever he had sprayed her in the face with water it just kept on running. It was disgusting. The whole experience hadn't been worth it. She had been the type of girl that under any other circumstance he wouldn't have slept with for practice. “Don't fret, I saved all the good stuff” he nudged her side again with his elbow, this time not hurting her on purpose and popped another berry into his mouth.

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[Kariana Gabrielle Travers]

There were plenty of reasons that she looked on Gavin as her best friend, plenty of reasons that he was the one that she went to crawl in bed with after a particularly disturbing thought or day. His teasing was not among them. She took it stride for the most part, but he was one of the few people who knew just where to poke and prod to receive a reaction. He was also one of the few people who actually hit her back, something she appreciated on a completely different level. ”Careful, we both need those hands.” She managed to refrain from rolling her eyes at his newest set of commentary, lips quirking as her brain came up with all the reasons she really did. She didn’t know what she’d do without her keeper, she was sure that some of her players would start spouting off about how easy the position was, knew that they would view whoever it was that was guarding the post much the same as the next guy. But then none of them had ever really had to play without Gavin as their keeper. She knew where the game went without him; she’d seen it enough in professional matches. There was no position on the field that wasn’t completely essential, though many Slytherin’s would refuse to acknowledge as much. Actually, she very much doubted anyone from any of the houses got that as much as the Captains did. All you needed was one foul player to completely screw your game. She couldn’t even fathom putting someone else into Gavin’s position for anything more than a practice. All she needed was a crappy keeper for her chances at the cup to be ruined. He was their last line of defense should someone inadvertently let the opposition slip past them, and the only thing she could count on should it happen. The fact that his hands were just as equally experienced at bringing her other sorts of pleasures factored into it just as well of course. Although she could think of plenty of things he could do without the use of his hands. Her smirk returned full force at the thought as she ran her index finger along the seam of his jean clad thighs that she was currently using for pillows. “I’m sure we could come up with ways for you to… guard the goals without hands.” Her shoulders moved in some semblance of a shrug, hindered only by the position she had lain herself in. She turned her face away from his, eyes closing as the warmth of the sun beat against her closed lids. “I’m not bitter darling. I just don’t give a fuck.” Her jaw stretched in a yawn, legs stretching out as far as the bench would allow before taking the hand that had formerly been on her stomach and placing her forearm over her forehead, blocking out the majority of light that had been filtering in behind her. She could only take so much after all, and she had enough beaming down straight upon her.

”Did you bring food too?” She didn’t even have time to reply sarcastically before she felt his body heat descending upon her, shirt nearly stuffing her mouth as she opened it to reply to him. Without pausing she reached up, her teeth closing over the abdomen hovering over her, nipping at him none too gently before he pulled back, letting her prize go slowly. If nothing else it should give him at least one bruise to match hers- though admittedly not in the same spot. She was pretty sure that the section she had bitten was more centered than the hand prints that he had left on her and she was also almost certain that teeth marks would have formed themselves around it. Which wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for Gavin, he could easily explain it away by using this morning’s encounter if nothing else. She almost hoped someone did ask so he had to recount this morning again. She felt her bag sail back over her in a rush of air, the slight thump against her side evidence that the matter had found purchase beside her once more. She didn’t even have to open her eyes to figure out what fruit he’d selected- the moment he opened the canister the smell wafted over her, her stomach moving in response. Of course he’d chosen the blueberries over all the other fruits within her bag. She sighed as she looked upon her friend again, still silently praying that somehow she was missing a part of the story, or maybe he was joking. It was entirely impossible. He couldn’t have actually stuck it in Megan or Candice. Surely even his dick had some sort of defense mechanism. “How in Merlin's name should I know? It's not like you lot wear name tags...though it's not a bad idea” How he’d even gotten it up if it were one of those two girls she wasn’t sure. The name tag bit she let go, focused on the more important matter at hand. The berry he held out to her she took with a fair amount of grace, popping it between her lips and letting her tongue crush it against the inside of the flesh as she attempted to calm herself. She lowered herself slowly back onto his legs, her arm going under her neck this time as she looked up at him, expression somewhat disdainful. She would never understand men’s willingness to fuck whatever creature they felt they needed to and her sex drive was higher than many people she knew. Her lips twisted again in distaste as she shook her head. “I dunno. 'Bout yay high...awkward black curls. Way too much runny make up.” Oh Merlin’s saggy underpants… it had been Candice after all. She didn’t bother to mask any of the disgust at the realization, her eyes going away from his face as she tried to come to terms with it. Candice was just… not acceptable in any form.

“Don't fret, I saved all the good stuff.” She nearly shuddered at the thought, body tensing as he touched her, her eyes cutting back to him with one eyebrow raised. “I’m sorely tempted to institute a twenty-four hour no fly rule.” Her words were serious as she ran her eyes over what was visible of his body as if searching for some sort of evidence that he’d really done it, or rather some evidence of damage. “You were safe at least, yeah?” The expression on her face was quickly warping to concern, both for herself and him. She could only imagine the girl going around and boasting of the encounter, and subsequently claiming to be with child as well. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d lured some poor boy into her trap only to turn around and do so, although she wasn’t sure she should say anything to Gavin of it just yet. It would be only her luck to have him actually have knocked the bitch up. She turned her face once again, lids closing over her eyelids as she gathered herself once more, this time reaching up with her free hand to snag a berry from the container. The official shock of the revelation was wearing off and she found some of the humor lying underneath. He’d had sex with Candice… Candice of the ridiculous screaming and over exaggerated panting- everyone within their dorm room had been victim to listening to it at least once, and the majority of the time she was in there with herself. Her mouth turned up in a smirk as she thought of it, closed lids flickering beneath in amusement. Which meant he’d had to deal with it in the shower where it was sure to have echoed. Coupled with the fact that the girl would probably now resort to stalking him at all opportunity and romanticizing what had transpired between the two of them. A low, throaty chuckle did manage to break past her lips at that, her lips still smirking as she angled her face towards him once more, eyes opening lazily as she looked somewhat too innocently up. “Do you suppose your new girlfriend will think it’s time for you to meet the in-laws now? Or do you think that she’ll want to progress a bit further in your spiritual journey together?”

She could just imagine the girl attempting to introduce Gavin to her family, none of them pureblood, and his family as well. She could even see his mother’s face as it happened. It was almost too bad it would never get that far, Kariana really was much too good a friend. The day she let trash like that lay claim to one of her boys was the day she admitted defeat and let the reaper come for her. It was bad enough she’d had to suffer Regulus’ transgressions over the years, the last girlfriend had been a debacle she wasn’t sure she could stomach. She at least had been pureblood though, and it had begun without Kariana’s knowledge. By the time she’d found out about the affair there was little she could do but watch it unfold. There really should be a screening process put in place for the applicants of either Regulus’ or Gavin’s company period. She would be happy to head the committee herself. She wasn’t nearly as lenient as the two boys could be when it came to a pretty face and a list of flatteries. Flattery only served to ensnare the fool.

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[Gavin Dewhurst]

do I have your attention,

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Absently, his hand moved to his stomach just below his sternum, rubbing at the spot that no doubt had her teeth marks on it. He was tempted to lift up his shirt and find out for certain but just knew that as soon as he did, the fan girls were going to come running. “Damn incisors” he remarked, rubbing the spot gingerly, it still stung. “Like a damn dog I swear” grumbling a few more things under his breath while fishing around the container of blueberries for the one that he wanted. He could tell from the look on her face exactly what she was feeling. She didn't need to, he was feeling bad enough for the both of them. The flash backs alone were punishment enough. Every time he blinked he saw her tossing back her head into the water of the shower, her stupid smile and stupid make up covering her face. He had tried facing her against the wall to see if that would help, that way he hadn't been forced to look at her face at least, but somehow that had just made it all the more worse. He had tried to think back, on the way out there, to all of the countless times he had been in that particular dorm room to think if he had ever inadvertently run into her before but he couldn't even remember passing her in a hallway, much less actually speaking to her. She was unimportant in every way. He had derived more pleasure from replaying last months Quidditch match over and over again in his head moreso than the actual deed with whoever she was. He just hoped that she wasn't going to be one of those girls who once they get even the least amount of attention, they latch on like they were married...the kind who followed behind him to attempt to gather up his sweat in vials after his practices. It was no laughing matter, it had happened to him before, more than once. He wouldn't help it if he was just so damn attractive. Part of him didn't understand why more women didn't stalk him for how amazing he was. Then he was forced to remember that being stalked was a bad thing, and that it never ended well.

Whenever she flinched as he prodded her, he nearly pinched her in response. She didn't get to get all judgmental on him, that was absolutely out of the question. One of the reasons that they had gotten along this well for this long was because she wasn't judgmental. “I’m sorely tempted to institute a twenty-four hour no fly rule.” At this he did pinch her, right on her side, she had lifted her arm up and left so much of her torso exposed to his reach, there was only so long that he would have been able to ignore it anyway. This way at least it was justified somewhat. How serious her tone was bothered him, she had better be kidding. No more sex for a day was something, but the no fly rule? If she was talking about actual flying he was going to lose it. He couldn't even remember the last time whenever he had gone more than twelve hours without flying for at least a good part of it. It was just who he was, he loved to fly. His mother often joked that he was born with a broomstick in his hand, even though the very thought of it was absurd. “You were safe at least, yeah?” rolling his eyes he didn't even dignify her question with a response. Of course he was safe, he always was. One didn't get around as much as he did without taking the proper precautions. He was an expert at preventative charms as well as stealthy about them. He was strict in the very few sets of rules that he did have. Protection, was at the top of his list. She, of all people, should know better than that. He had forced her to stop in some very compromising positions before just so that he knew he was risk free in their scenario. He moved the container to rest on her abdomen, since he felt like he didn't need to eat any more even though his stomach told him there was plenty more that he could consume. Looking down at the woman on his laugh, he hoped that they were almost done with this topic so that they could move on, or else, he was sorely in need of more coffee and was all for leaving her to go and get it. Whenever she laughed, he smiled, wondering what was going through her mind. It was always like that, smiling whenever she did.

Yet, whenever she revealed what was so funny, he wished that she hadn't. “Do you suppose your new girlfriend will think it’s time for you to meet the in-laws now? Or do you think that she’ll want to progress a bit further in your spiritual journey together?” Groaning in mock humiliation and mild irritation he put a hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip and shoved. He wasn't going to be losing the feeling in his legs for somebody that was just going to constantly berate him. Of course, his legs went out so that nothing but her legs would have impacted the ground next to the bench that he was still sitting on and his legs would have kept her from harming herself. Yet, his point would have been made. “Come off it” he spat, wanting to close the topic, and suddenly feeling very dirty, like he could go for another shower...or three. His only regret about pushing her, was the fact that the berries that he had just put onto her stomach were now spilled onto the concrete floor. Slowly, he lowered his legs and thus her torso to the ground while reaching for her purse to see if there was something in there that could replace the loss of the small round fruits, not that he needed to be eating any more than he already had. Her purse was like a black hole, he felt like if he tried hard enough, he would be able to stick his whole arm into the damn thing. Pursing his lips together he gave up, not finding a container that he liked and dropping her purse back down. Glaring down at the still laughing form of his friend a smile broke out despite his best attempts at containing himself. “the things I do for you” he shook his head, holding out a hand to help her back up.

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[Kariana Gabrielle Travers]

”Damn incisors. Like a damn dog I swear.” She couldn’t help the self-satisfied smile that flitted past her lips at his commentary, the gratification that welled within her almost too much. He should have known better than to lean so steeply over her, there were plenty of ways he could have received the purse without nearly smothering her in the process. Not that being smothered by Gavin’s chest was the worst way to go out, but it wasn’t nearly memorable enough. Anyways, dying for someone else’s quest for blueberries was not nearly important enough for her to go out that way. Not even if they were the last ones on the planet. She had too many plans, too many things that she needed to get done before she was allowed to die. Not that he could have actually killed her, obviously she was being a bit overdramatic- but it was how they were together. She made the wrong comment and got pinched so hard it left bruises for days, he did something she was dissatisfied with and he went around carrying her dental records on his skin. At least she never had to worry about him being able to identify her body should it undergo some sort of terrible transformation. She kept her lids closed regardless of his statements, though she did arch a brow in amusement at his simile, one side of her lips tilting in recognition. They were violent, the two of them; separate or apart it made no difference, though when you put them together it was magnified- just as much of their other personal attributes and failings were. She could remember her mother remarking on the fact that putting the two of them together was like putting gasoline on an already stoked fire and expecting it not to catch on. At the time she hadn’t thought much on the statement, but she had been right. Gavin and Kat were both the best and worst of eachother, and it was always more obvious when you saw them without anyone else hanging on. The violence was just one facet, though maybe a more acknowledged one. Which is why when his fingers found purchase on her skin; pinching and pulling at her side she wasn’t surprised. She considered turning her face into the abdomen next to her head and biting again, but the urge passed quickly enough to be dismissed. Her eyes didn’t miss the eye roll to her question, the latent sense of relief flooding her chest having nothing to do with him himself. It wasn’t as if she expected him to go in half-cocked- at this the mental imagery was almost too much for her to contain, though she did her best- and forget everything for the Candice whorebitch, but it was a question that she had to ask anyways. Especially with the girl’s propensities to falsehoods, at least she could easily discount whatever rumors the girl tried to spread without fear of it coming to bite her back in the ass. Though if he had somehow managed to slip she was sure she would have been able to arrange a trip down the stairs…or maybe up them. Come to think of it she could have invited the girl to a tae kwon doe class that just happened to be practicing stomach-kicks; she was particularly good at those.

… Whatever the scenario she would have taken care of it. Just as she would take care of the problem that she’d have to face now with the rumor mill. She doubted it was something that Gavin wanted to get around; she knew she didn’t want him associated with the twat. Just as she knew that Candice would do her best to make sure that by this time tomorrow the whole school knew about it. Which was why her brain was already working through the maze of how to handle the problem as discreetly as possible. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d had to dissuade one of Gavin’s more avid followers, nor the first time she’d gone behind him to cover up a mess that he didn’t necessarily have the means to take care of himself. It wouldn’t be the last either, she could guarantee that much. Obviously it was going to take more than a bribe to silence this one; she doubted anything that she could physically give the girl would be tantamount to her news about Gavin in her slimy eyes. Nor did she see the usual intimidation technique working. This meant opening up a whole new playing field, one that the darker side of her was only too eager to explore. Her eyes went to her companions face as she considered the possibilities. Of course the fact that she was still so visibly amused over the whole situation didn’t seem to be helping him any. She watched the emotions flit over his face, his expression changing with each new one and she tensed, preparing herself for the physical outbreak. She knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t take the remarks without some sort of response, had known it when she’d uttered the words… had counted on it really. Which was why when the heat of his hands came to her body she didn’t fight, instead rolling with the directional force- her laughter ringing off of the stone around them, attracting more attention than they had previously. She couldn’t help it, he’d reacted much in the way she’d expected to, and the fact that she had elicited such an emotional response amused her. ”Come off it.” She felt his legs come up and catch her before the concrete did, felt the berries roll off of her form and sent a silent thanks for the fact that none of them burst on her outfit, before putting her hands down, catching the rest of her weight and straightening her legs out behind her so that when he lowered his legs she was hovering above them in a push-up stance, her body straight save for the natural curves in them. She was still laughing though, trying to catch her breath before moving, to do so before she had would only result in a useless gesture on her part and more than likely a fall that she had thus far avoided.

When she finally felt like she had it under enough control she lifted one arm slowly, her smile growing slightly at the surrounding whistles and claps she acquired as she turned her body slowly in the air until her other arm was twisted as far as it would possibly go, bringing her other arm down backwards until she managed to flip her body entirely, her ass landing gently on the ground as she looked up at the friend rummaging through her purse. He’d barely deposited it before he was looking down at her glaring again, which only sent her off in another gale of laughter, her whole body shaking again from the sheer mirth of the situation. ”The things I do for you.” She took his proffered hand with as much grace as she could, pushing off the balls of her feet and climbing back up on the bench, his hand still grasped within hers as she settled down beside him once more, ignoring the twinge of her ribs. Carefully she folded one leg beneath her in a triangular shape, the other stretching out to place her thigh over his, her leg going to rest between the two of his as she brought his hand to her lips with a grin. “They are very much appreciated Dewhurst.” She removed her lips and flipped his hand within hers, kissing his palm as well before letting it fall from her grasp. “I’ll take care of it.” She let the subject drop with that, knowing he wouldn’t need anything else. She reached for her purse herself this time, grabbing within for the familiar containers. She didn’t even have to look to figure out which one she was looking for. She pulled out the green one easily, bringing it between her legs and opening the lid. The strawberries within were just as ripe as the blueberries before had been and she cast a disappointed eye down at the bunch before bringing one of the red fruit between her lips. The empty coffee container she threw backhanded without turning her head to watch as it sailed into the trash bin, her eyes on her companion with a raised brow. “I really liked those blueberries you know.” Another forlorn look to their uncovered grave. “Do you suppose you could waggle your cute ass at some passing girl and have her bring us two more coffees?.... Actually do you suppose any of them could even get the order right?”

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do I have your attention,

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Whenever she finally accepted his hand, and hopefully the unspoken truce that went with it he used his considerable strength to hoist her body forward in one rapid, but controlled movement until he was sure that she had her own balance. She came to rest next to him, but only for a moment before she made herself comfortable again. “They are very much appreciated Dewhurst.” He nodded, watching her for lack of anything better to look t, his hand falling to rest on top of her thigh whenever it came to rest over his. “I’ll take care of it.” He nodded once, not really understanding what it was that she was implying. He didn't understand what she was going to take care of, but he did recognize that she was allowing the conversation to die and since that was what he wanted, he didn't press the issue any further. To his knowledge, he had always been able to handle his own battles, stand up for himself. Whatever she did in the shadows was none of his concern. Just like what he did to defend her honor behind her back was none of hers. It wasn't something that he did for recognition or thanks, therefore he didn't feel the need to ever tell her about it. Whenever men stared at her the wrong way, or went around spreading lies that they had managed to wrestle her into the sack he would correct them. Generally with his fists, but the issue was always taken care of and the rumors squashed. He wouldn't stand for anybody sullying her reputation but him. Since he wouldn't ever do anything to defame her, she was in good hands. He grimaced as she pressed her lips to his hand, for no other reason than he had just been eating off of them. Normally, there was a very defined line about how he allowed women that he slept with to treat him in public. He didn't want them following him around, or holding his hand. He didn't like it whenever they started to act like he was going to finally commit despite his track record and becoming exclusive with any one person. It was just foolish. It was all for part of the same reason that he didn't ever kiss Kariana, not because he didn't like it or thought that she wouldn't be good at it. But there were just some things that he just didn't do. Like Kissing, or virtually any other public display of emotion. In most cases, Care was the exception to the rule, given that she was so hands on with almost everybody that she knew, to not have her touch you in some fashion or another was considered out of character for her. So, he didn't fight it on much, he knew that she had her own logic behind everything that she did and while most of it would make him uncomfortable in the most casual of settings, from her it was just like a handshake. He wasn't even certain that she knew that she was doing it half of the time, it came as natural as breathing to her. Didn't matter the person, or how she felt about them, she was going to touch them in one form or another. Whether it was punching them, or kissing them.

His eyes watching her hands as they fished around in her impossibly cavernous purse. He would never understand why it was that women had to carry them in the first place. It was just too much, no way would they need that much stuff on a daily basis. It just wasn't possible. His lips pinched together as she nabbed a container of strawberries, not his favorite but that should make them all the less tempting. They did smell nice though, reminded him of summer. The same time of year whenever the giant gardens of Galaxia were filled to the brim with all sorts of produce. One couldn't fly high enough to get away from the smell. It was just about the only reason he would have considered staying at the school over summer break if it had even been possible. “I really liked those blueberries you know.” he shrugged, not caring in the slightest. He had liked them too, they were just sweet enough for him to eat far too many of them. “There will be other blueberries” he remarked, his attention caught by a particularly fetching seventh year in their house. She had the longest black hair, apparently that was his thing today with the dark hair. Only this girl was much taller than shower girl, and a great deal more attractive of the face. He knew for a fact that she wasn't as annoying a grunter or overly theatrical like shower girl. She would be a good candidate for making him forget all about shower girl, in fact, Mandy might just be the new shower girl. It was a very promising idea indeed. She was looking at him too, knowing that Kariana wasn't much of a threat to her chances at success. Back in fourth year maybe, back whenever people didn't know if they were just friends or actually dating. The PDA had thrown them off for awhile but now all of those rumors had been cleared up. He had firmly established that Gavin Dewhurst doesn't date. Ever. He was currently in the middle of mouthing a conversation across the quad to Mandy, just pleasantries so far but he was getting the message across. At least Care couldn't pitch a fit over her being worthy or not. In fact, she looked fairly similar to the girl in his arms, just a little more busty and a lot more on the curves. Mandy wasn't as athletic after all, never played a sport in her life. She was one of those girlie girls.

“Do you suppose you could waggle your cute ass at some passing girl and have her bring us two more coffees?.... Actually do you suppose any of them could even get the order right?” He shrugged once again, he knew it was very possible. Yet, he was just so very picky about the coffee that he drank. Yet, the girl that he had been just silently conversing with should be able to manage it. He didn't know if Care was really just too comfortable to move, or feeling fairly lazy but either way he didn't care. She was going to have to be forced to move slightly either way. Feeling a sense of challenge, and a desire to win like he always did he patted Care on her knee a few times before pushing off the bench, pulling his jacket off as he did so. He needed to showcase his frame if he was going to get this to work. Flexing his arms comically at care he smiled “Watch the master work” He wandered over to the Raven haired beauty that he had been previously conversing with, a charming smile plastered onto his face. She had been sitting strategically under the tree whenever he started to talk to her, no doubt looking very suspicious to Care back where she had been sitting on the bench. Things were starting to go his way, working his handsome man charms...right up until her name wrong. Usually women you slept with didn't like it whenever he forgot their names. Which is why as a general rule he never used names at all. However, he was quickly able to recover from his mistake, kneeling down in front of...whoever she was. There were certain things no girls could resist, getting down all close to them and holding their hand within his much larger one, and the abundant complements of course. Yet, it just didn't seem like she was going to bite. He knew when to quit,at least right now he was walking away with a date on her dime. That was something indeed. Helping his date for tonight up to her feet he watched as she walked away, calling borderline obscene things after her as she went, before resorting to one of the younger yeared Quidditch groupies in the gaggle that was following him around the court yard. Shooting a bitter look at Care since she was no doubt laughing at him by now, he turned to the groupies, all it took was letting one of them touch his arms and they were running off in the direction of the kitchens.

Sticking his hands in his pockets he lazily strolled back over to Care, whistling to himself. “Like candy from babies...and all of that rubbish” he teased hoping that she wasn't going to be too cruel.

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[Kariana Gabrielle Travers]

There were plenty of things that the two had in common, she noticed them every day. The things that made them different were another thing entirely. He was a good deal more social than she was, most people were, and she preferred to stick to the circle of four that they had formed early on in school, treating their acquaintances with a cold sort of friendliness. She enjoyed attention but rarely acknowledged it, whereas he thrived off of the stuff, his reactions very clear. Which is why as he preened or the passing females she simply sat and watched, faintly amused. She stuck another strawberry between her lips, fingers twisting the green leafy area off and pushing it the rest of the way through as she watched his lips move silently. The first few moments she focused on him only, watching the pattern his mouth was forming and discerning what it was that he was saying. Only Gavin could get away with the kind of shit he pulled, she didn’t understand how other females didn’t see that the majority of it was all a game to him. Like Quidditch, he was only in it to win, and rarely stuck around for anything more than a consolation match. Even if it were a repeated performance he never fell, so she just didn’t comprehend why they kept expecting him to. Maybe if any of them were worth falling for, but he slept with the vapid as equally as he did the intelligent. Her eyes travelled across the quad to the girl he was in conversation with, eyes running over her calculatingly as she placed another strawberry in her mouth. Candy… or Sandy… something of that nature. The girl was a year below them, same house, but for the likes of her Kariana couldn’t remember her name properly. She wasn’t on the Quidditch team, or in any of her classes which didn’t help any. Coupled with the fact that she was one of Gavin’s past flings… only served to make her of minimal interest. At least she was pureblooded though, something that she’d never had to worry too greatly over with Gavin. At least, that is, she never had to worry about him dating someone who wasn’t. Not that he dated, but still, it was entirely possible that one of these days he would start in the hopes of staving off his parent’s picking his eventual wife. Another leaf to be dropped on the ground and she ran her eyes over the girls face. She was pretty enough, in a passing way, although she didn’t get the appeal beyond that. For her to look at a girl in that manner took a good deal more than to be passably attractive. She liked her females to have an exotic quality, and a personality that made its way past all of that. Like Avery, though Avery had slept with a good deal more men than Kariana originally encouraged her females of, she had the extra…star quality that Kariana liked her females to possess. She turned her eyes in a bored manner away from the girl, a light chuckle working its way up her throat as she popped another berry .

She was unsurprised when he moved to stand, picking her leg in an exaggerated angle off of his and rolling her eyes at the catcall that came from their right until he was standing. She lowered her leg back to resting across the bench as she watched him shrug out of his jacket, eyes going appreciatively over the body beneath it. There were plenty of reasons that weren’t physical that had led to their arrangement, however- the fact that he looked like that with a shirt still on was a large one. She let one perfectly manicured brow rise upon her forehead as he began to move his arms, tilting her head to the side with a look of skepticism coloring her face. “Watch the master work.” Right, the ‘master’ would probably manage to get her order wrong. “Four creams and two sugars, remember.” She cocked her brow archly as he turned, a small smile passing over her lips when he finally did so. She was more than happy that he had taken the challenge as she intended- she wanted more coffee and frankly her ribs were bothering her too much for her to be inclined to get it herself. She could have easily gotten a whole thermos from the kitchens this morning before class, but she had had little enough time as it was and would have been sorely tempted to drink the whole thing herself during the lesson. History of Magic could only get her so excited when she’d had as little sleep as she had the night before. She closed the lid of the canister that she was holding, dropping the last strawberry leaf on the ground and saving the rest for later as she pulled her purse back to her again, sliding the container within it and looking over to where Gavin had begun to chat up Candy/Sandy/something. He was laying it on thick, which she took as a good sign; though it was much more difficult to read his lips from this distance- she was only catching every other word. Her hand slipped back into her purse again until it closed around a rounded fruit, bringing the yellow apple out slowly and biting into it as she slid her purse back along the bench. Apparently she had been hungry, having missed breakfast, it wasn’t unnatural. And she ran through fruit like a dehydrated fool anyways. She was starting to lose interest in the sport when the girls face became outraged, her volume increasing even as Gavin slid down in front of her. How he’d managed to fuck the all too easy prospect up she had no idea, but the laugh that escaped her lips she couldn’t hold back. She should have been paying more attention to what was leaving his lips, whatever it was it seemed like he was having a hard time backtracking to where he had started, even pulling all the stops out.

She brought the apple back to her lips and leant back against her elbows as she turned away from him yelling after the Candy girl. So, maybe she wouldn’t be getting her coffee…although she did catch him turning to a younger group as she pivoted her body to the male that had sidled up to her- very possibly the one that had been earlier catcalling. “Hello.” She fought the very real urge to roll her eyes as she looked up at him, chewing her apple piece slowly. He was going to have to work harder than that if he wanted her attention. She cocked an eyebrow as he stared stupidly down at her, rotating his shoulders with a friendly smile. He had on one of those sleeveless men-shirts that she’d seen many use when working out. Only it seemed he was only using it to showcase the impressive muscles beneath his bronzed flesh. ”I saw your throw earlier…niceee.” The compliment uttered with the surfer’s inflection of words brought her lips into a small half smile as she recognized opportunity. Again though she kept her mouth closed, nodding her head with a small, coy smile. ”Must be from being Quidditch Captain, yeah?” It was obvious by this point that he was searching for material so she tilted her head slightly, her shoulders rotating in a shrug. “It would have been better if I’d had more coffee…” She saw his expression pick up as he stepped closer, looking as if he was going to ask to sit. Something she was considering allowing before she saw Gavin returning with a victorious grin on his face. Obviously he’d finally succeeded, took him long enough, but seeing that she wouldn’t need this boys services… The smile fell from her face easily, her eyes going up to him with arched brows as he stepped back once more, confusion evident on his features. “Oh well I could…” She waved her hand dismissively as he started off, her hand bringing her apple closer to her face as she glanced over at Gavin. “Maybe some other time, I promised my friend the day.” She caught his expression falling out of her peripheral and with the fact that her face was turned away from him he seemed to catch on that he was no longer needed. He turned on his heel with a slightly befuddled smile and a wave of his hand as he walked off, her lips finally going into the apple again and chewing the bit up as Gavin returned. ”Like candy from babies…and all of that rubbish.”
She did raise a brow at that, looking pointedly to where the girl had been seated so provincially earlier, looking back to him with an all too innocent expression. “What, no go with Candy or whatever her name was? …and she seemed so promising, what did you do? Forget her name?” The joke fell easily off of her lips, the subtle jabs she threw him soft in nature; she wasn’t really all that bothered that he’d failed on his first time. Gavin could always use some sort of humility. There was such a thing as being too arrogant. “I still get coffee though right? Or did you manage to forget it in the face of such… young beauty?”

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As he moved to rejoin her on the bench he had been resting on, his eyes were not on her but on the retreating back of whatever mouth breather had just been talking to her. What could that have been all about? While it usually was some asshole attempting to hit on her, sometimes it was somebody that he needed to hit. The man had given Gavin a strange look before he had taken off. He was used to looks like that, the jealous, possessive even thought they had no claims to be, starving man looks before they gave way to Gavin's obvious prowess. They didn't have a chance if somebody like him was near, they had to know that, Gavin certainly did. The poor boy hadn't even been very good looking, he was dead in the water. He had squeezed the man's shoulders sympathetically before he had sulked off. “What, no go with Candy or whatever her name was? …and she seemed so promising, what did you do? Forget her name?” He shook his head, pulling his jacket from the bench to his body and falling down onto the bench next to her, pushing her legs away and down to the ground as he did. “Mandy.” he stated with a tone that was far more confidant than he felt. Liberating the apple that she was about to eat herself from her hands and chomping down on it he grinned. “We have a date on Thursday.” It hadn't been the point of his mission earlier to get a date, but she was an attractive seventh year and he only had a limited amount of months left before he was going to lose all chance with the graduating class. “I still get coffee though right? Or did you manage to forget it in the face of such… young beauty?” Ouch. He felt offended “Is that doubt I hear in your voice?” he turned toward her with a frown. “Apparently, that will be two coffee's for me. And none for you” It was a hollow threat, he would be more likely to dump hers on the ground than it would that he would actually drink it. He didn't like it without the additives. It gave him just enough of an extra little kick to keep him motivated throughout the rest of his day. No point in indulging in something if he wasn't even going to do it properly.

Now, all that was really left to do was wait for the little groupies to toddle their way down to the kitchens and come back up with their treasures. So that meant he had time to kill for now. Spinning what was left of the bitten off apple around his in hands a few times, he hated days like this. Where all of the exciting things had already happened and he just had time to kill. For the first time all year he was actually caught up on all of his assignments and logged study hours last night. He had nothing more to do with his day until practice tonight. He had just showered and was looking good so he didn't particularly want to mess that up by running or doing something else. He was bored. He didn't do bored well, he didn't like his hands to be idle or anything that comes with that territory. He liked to be busy, he liked having more things to do than he knew how to handle because it excited him. He lived a fairly fast paced life and down days to him were like poison. Taking a large bite out of the apple he made a face, not his favorite. Handing the thing back to the attractive woman sitting next to him he sighed, chewing slowly since it was all that he had to do. At least he didn't have to wait long for his coffee. It seemed like no time had passed at all and he could already hear the nervous giggles coming from around the corner as the groupies sidled back up to Kariana and himself. They were clutching Styrofoam cups of liquid crack as far as he was concerned, Flashing them a smile that was far too excited to have ever been real they seemed to swoon and handed off the cups, shooting Kariana dirty looks as she took her cup from Gavin's hands. Apparently they had just assumed both cups were for him and didn't like him to be in the presence of a woman. He couldn't not laugh as they walked away, it started as a snort, but ended in full blown laughter given that Kariana seemed none to pleased with how that had transpired.

Taking a tentative sip from his cup, it had a little too much honey in it, but he wasn't going to complain about the sugar rush that he got form it. It almost hoped that Care's was wrong, just because seeing her face seething would have brought even more laughter from him. Shaking his head he rose from his seat, holding the cup carefully with his teeth and pulling his jacket back onto his body, he was going to fall asleep if he stayed sitting there, how she wasn't having that very same problem he had no idea. It wasn't like she had gotten any more sleep last night than he had. A walk should do just enough to wake him up and keep him moving. He had no other choice.

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