talk too loud - closed

[Cole Foster]

“Fucking finally,” Coles hands slammed onto the table not long after Annie had walked away from the table. He knew she was upset. He knew that he was part of the problem, but he wasn't all of the problem. He was trying to get along with her asshole friends, but he sure as shit wasn't going to sit here and listen to the way they spoke to him, he wasn't going to be mocked or teased by pricks like them. All of them. Wasn't going to sit here while they made comments about Annie's choice in men. They didn't even care how much of a dick they were being, just feeding off of on another, and he knew he was being a dick right back, But they had started it, and they absolutely deserved it. “I'm soo fucking pleased she's finally done with your shit,” With that, he was away from the table, bag slung over his shoulder and on the path that Annie had just left. He knew her well enough to know what she was doing. So he followed her until she stopped, starting to jog to catch up with her stilled form, his voice still raised “I tried Annie, you can't say I didn't try, but they are assholes. Fucking pricks....” his head shook as he dropped his bag. “It's bullshit!”

He hated that she was crying. He knew she did that a lot, but this time he was part of the reason why she was crying and he didn't like that whatsoever. He sidestepped whenever she moved, coming to be closer to her so that he wasn't shouting at her. Because she wasn't the one that he was angry with. “They’re my family Cole.” He could feel his eyes roll, exasperated. No. They weren't. They were her friends, family was blood. Just because she had grown up with them, just because she chose to spend all of her time with them, just because she let them control her didn't make them family. She had a family. One she wasn't very fond of. He had family too, even a twin that he didn't choose to spend his time with. He was fairly certain Annie saw more of Joel then he did. He had his friends, and he would do anything for them. They were close but they weren't family. Family was an obligation. “You keep calling them that! But they’re my family.” He shook his head again “Some fucking family,” they were horrible to her, constantly manipulating her. “They are horrible to you Annie! Why can't you see that?” His voice was raising and it shouldn't have been. “They don't care about how you feel, unless they are using you to make themselves feel better. All of them!” Constantly. She was just their ever present ego boost. “Are you their 'family'” he stressed the word, did they even consider her the same?

“You don’t know anything then Cole.” He wasn't going to tell her her business. She thought that they were her friends, she didn't seem to understand how dysfunctional the whole thing was. Didn't know that real friends didn't act like that. Of course, his brother said things in passing about them, but they were all rotten, to their cores. Of course in all different ways but they were rotten. She was good and they were always bringing her down. She was too good for them. “Fine.” he spat back at her. She knew him. Knew him better than nearly anybody and she had to know that he was a good guy. Maybe he had dickish tendencies but he wasn't a bad dude. He was in a good house, he was the Golden boy of pure blooded standards. He knew what he was talking about because he knew that world, he knew their type. He was related to enough of them. Even some of the ones in question almost directly. She was just jaded. Couldn't see what was right in front of her because she was good. “The Wildes took me in. They made me feel like maybe I was actually worth something. They fed me. They showed me what holidays were. You don’t know anything about them and you obviously didn’t even try.” Scott and Danny weren't the issue here. They weren't snakes. Sure, Danny was a lot more dickish than his brother, but they had that in common, it bonded them. Scott, despite being his rival on a sports level, had harmed him personally and therefore Cole wanted nothing to do with him. From what he had seen, despite conning her into doing their homework for them, treated her okay. It was the others. They were the issue. He didn't even know who Sissa was. “So you're saying than an act of juvenile vandalism is what has bonded you to Michael forever? Because he likes to break the law and you thought it was a kindness?” There were a lot better ways to handle that. Backhanded that would have hit him harder. He didn't like hearing that Apollo was walking her to classes. He also doubted it was because she was scared and more of that he wanted to be seen with Cole's girlfriend. He also thought that it was ironic that this was the first he was hearing about it. He could have been walking her to classes. Would have liked very much to do so. “I didn't try?” He laughed uncomfortably “I sit with them every time you want to, and you know what I see? I see Them talking around you like you're not there, I see them asking you for things whenever it suits them and insulting you to your face. I see them throwing temper tantrums to make you feel bad every time that you do something they don't like. If you aren't acting the way that pleases them, they punish you for it. The bad doesn't outweigh the good Annie!” His hands gesturing as he spoke, his hand finally coming to rest on the wall beside her head. “I don't give a gnomes shit about them, I care about you. Because you're my girl, and I can't handle this issue because you like them for SOME FUCKING reason that I cannot understand. If anybody else spoke to you that way anybody was making you cry, I would knock their fucking teeth in Annie. I don't do that with them do I? I sit there, and I listen. You're fucking insane if you think I'm going to let them keep attacking me, OR YOU and not say something about it. You mean too much to me. You're so fucking much better than them!”

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Words: 1116
Tags: Annie
Set: Middles of 6th Year
Notes: Nada.

[Annette Andres]

They were arguing again. Insults going back and forth and over her head like she wasn’t even there, the lot of them so centered on one another that they didn’t even see the emotions play out across her face, didn’t see the way her lips pulled as she looked at the five of them. They were five of the most important men in her life and they couldn’t even get along long enough for her to sit down with all of them- snarky and sarcastic at best and she’d been trying for so long now. Because they didn’t dislike each other. Not really. Not until recently and she just didn’t understand, couldn’t fathom why it was so darn hard for them to just sit down without things turning out like this- without her feeling as if she was being pulled two different ways and with no idea which one she should go with. It didn’t make sense and it wasn’t fair. And for the first time she wasn’t even trying to open her mouth for one or the other, wasn’t trying to diffuse the situation. Because she was just tired of it. Tired of it and hurt by it. Her chest felt as if it was being split and it was all she could do not to just slam her hands down on the table- if they’d notice that. Her head turned slightly to the side, looking up at the smirk crossing Cole’s lips and she just- had it. Her legs were swinging over the bench before she could process what it was she was doing, pushing herself up off of the table and moving away from the entire grouping of them without looking back once, the moisture building up behind her eyes almost as aggravating as sitting there had been. She couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t watch the lot of them act like that. Couldn’t feel like she was being—she couldn’t. She couldn’t take it. She couldn’t take Mikey sulking at her when they hung out, or Apollo making cryptic comments that too closely mirrored her own insecurities. She couldn’t take Cole calling them ‘her friends’ as if that was all they were and ignoring the fact that they were her family. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, body turning through the archway leading back into the castle and escaping the sound of what other people had been roaming about, the deserted hallway allowing her the privacy to reach up and swipe the back of her forearm past her eyes.

She knew he was following her, she could frickin’ hear him. And that should have made her smile, or feel good because I mean- who else followed her? No one. But she was just drained, her head already shaking when he started talking as he came up behind her- wishing he’d just… stop. “I tried Annie, you can't say I didn't try, but they are assholes. Fucking pricks.... It's bullshit!” Tried. Not really. None of them really had. They’d still all made sarcastic comments or tried to rub one another’s face in something. Baiting and just- she blinked quickly, trying to stop the tears that were already gathered there, turning to face him and moving off to the side of the corridor. Just because it was empty didn’t mean she wanted to do this in the center of it. Didn’t want to feel like she was on some sort of stage or… her breath stuttered slightly as she looked at him, biting down on her bottom lip to hold back the rush of things she suddenly wanted to say, her shoulders curling forward as she wrapped her arms around her middle, fingers biting into the flesh beneath them. They were the assholes. They were the pricks. Her head shook back and forth slightly, eyes rolling away from him and down to her feet. She wasn’t saying it was Cole’s fault. Not alone. She wasn’t going to say that they were blameless or- she was just as fed up with them, with what they were doing- but they were her family. Her lips pulled to the side as she looked back up at him. He wasn’t faultless either. Cole was different with her. She got that, she saw the difference between him spending time with her and him talking to other people. And that was fine. That was just how he was. She didn’t think any less of him for it. Didn’t think that made him anything worse or better than the people she already loved. “They’re my family Cole.” Broken. The words shouldn’t have come out so broken, like she already knew where this was going, but she did, and the little fractures in her heart were widening with each minute she had to spend her talking to him about it. “You keep calling them that!” Still unable to even say the word itself, the first tear escaping out of the corner of her eye. “But they’re my family.” He should know the difference. He’d met her parents. He saw the difference there didn’t he?

He didn’t seem to understand it, always got that look on his face when she said something like it- and she didn’t, couldn’t, understand what he was missing about it. “Some fucking family,” Like she’d been physically struck her head moved back, her feet shuffling a half step back until her shoulder blades hit the wall behind her. “They are horrible to you Annie! Why can't you see that? They don't care about how you feel, unless they are using you to make themselves feel better. All of them!” They didn’t’ fight. It was stupid, stupid for her to think of that while she was staring at him wide-eyed, mute because he was spewing all of this and it was wrong. It was wrong. If that’s how he saw them it was no wonder he couldn’t grasp it, and it just showed that he hadn’t been watching like he thought he had- that he hadn’t bothered actually getting to know them. She had thought, maybe, because he and Danny got along well enough… Her lips folded over one another, fighting the urge to reach up and backhand her eyes to try and hide the moisture that was falling freely from her eyes now. “Are you their 'family'” Unbidden the arm crossed over the top of her other separated even as the fingers of her other hand tightened, arm lifting until she could press the flat of her palm over her lips, her eyes closing against the sudden onslaught. Because Cole knew her. There was no pretending that he didn’t- he knew her and he knew she had all sorts of insecurity issues because there was absolutely no way that she could have hidden that from him- and him mentioning it, even if she knew better- him mentioning it twisted her stomach up in painful knots. Her hand lowered before her eyes opened, closing back around her wrist tightly until she could finally look at him again, her voice almost shaky when she finally allowed her wet lashes to flicker open. “You don’t know anything then Cole.” Sad. Hurt. With the slightest edge under her words, because he just kept going on about them like they were bad people and they weren’t. “The Wildes took me in. They made me feel like maybe I was actually worth something. They fed me. They showed me what holidays were. Sissa taught me how to do everything girl related. Mikey saved me from myself. He ruined my dad’s car when he was nine because my dad wouldn’t shut up about how fat I was and how I needed to stop eating when he came over. Danny walked me to my ‘first date’ and waited for me at the gates the whole time I was gone. Scotty let me sleep with him the first paper I failed and the twins raided the kitchens just to get me chocolate. Apollo walks me to Potions class every day because he knows that the bottom right dungeon scares me. You don’t know anything about them and you obviously didn’t even try.” Her voice caught, head shaking back and forth as she tried to sniff back the sudden onslaught of tears because that was just- that was just them, they were her family. “You should know that people aren’t always what you think about them at first.” He was supposed to have been a whore, supposed to have been all kinds of things that she hadn’t seen once while she’d been with him- and she defended him every time it came up- and he just- her throat closed up. She couldn’t. “I can’t do this anymore.” Her hands flapping in front of her as her breath seemed to escalate, going to step around his side.

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lyrics; she will be loved - maroon 5
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[Cole Foster]

“I’m not.” She wasn't what? Better than them? He wouldn't be with her if that was true. “You don’t know them Cole. You don’t know them.” Good. He didn't want to fucking know them. Because they were assholes. All the parts of them that he did know, he didn't like. Not even a little, and he was fairly fucking certain anything else that he could find out about them would be just as bad. “You don’t know what they’ve done for me or what— I can’t do this with you.” His hands lifted from the wall to rake down his face. He didn't like fighting with her but he didn't know how she could be so fucking blind. “God Cole. I can’t-“ She was leaving? Where did she think that she was going? They were not done with this conversation. Not even a little. He knew it was hard for her, he knew that but he didn't want her to keep on thinking that he he hadn't tried, or that he was going to ever go back in there, and listen to her be treated the way that they treated her, it wasn't going to happen. Her hands lifted and he almost wrapped his fingers around her wrists to pull her back, “Don't walk away from me Annie,” he said, side stepping again with her, shaking his head. “No, you're not running from this” his arm coming out to block her path “Damnit Annie!” he whispered to himself before his body moved to hers, his lips coming to crash down on hers forcefully to keep her here, because he was frustrated, and he didn't know what else to do and he was tired of fighting with her, and because it felt good and made him feel better. His body rolling into hers against the wall.

It took only a moment for her to realize what was happening, but if felt like it was so much longer than that. For her to kiss him back, for her to let herself be pushed up against the wall. His back curving to meet her face as his hands moved back to the wall, pushing the two of them against it. Her hands moving up his shoulders and he could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing his whole body at the same time. Finally he couldn't stand it, being away from her, like all of the tension from their fight was being worked out without words. Some things they just weren't going to agree on and that was that. They were very different people. His hands moved down to cup her rear and lifted her so that she was at a more even height with him easily, pushing her back against the wall and returning his hands to a more neutral ground lest he get carried away.

Cole's hands were pressing uncomfortably hard into the stone wall on either side of her pretty, pretty head. His head turning the opposite direction of hers as she shifted, her knees pressing into either side of his hips and he couldn't stop smiling. She was just so damned tiny. It was also endlessly amusing to him as to what she was and was not comfortable with, given everything. Like how he had just lifted her by her ass and she had had no issues with it. Then again, she tended to not have issue with much whenever his lips were on hers, and he liked that. He liked that a lot. She was just so soft, so comfortable and easy to just...well even just to kiss. He could do this for hours, until his jaw started to ache anyway. He didn't even care who saw.

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Words: 620
Tags: Annie
Set: Middles of 6th Year
Notes: Nada.

[Annette Andres]

“So you're saying than an act of juvinile vandilism is what has bonded you to Michael forever? Because he likes to break the law and you thought it was a kindness?” She’d barely moved her feet at all when he started talking, freezing her to the spot and making her shake her head. He wasn’t listening again. Because he hated the house and he only saw parts of them, because he didn’t get to see all of them and it just- cut at her. “I didn't try? I sit with them every time you want to, and you know what I see? I see Them talking around you like you're not there, I see them asking you for things whenever it suits them and insulting you to your face. I see them throwing temper tantrums to make you feel bad every time that you do something they don't like. If you aren't acting the way that pleases them, they punish you for it. The bad doesn't outweigh the good Annie!” He only saw the bad then. Mikey threw tantrums, but he was used to having all of the attention on him, and Apollo was a dick- but he was always a dick even when he was being nice. It was just how he was. You accepted people for just how they were, otherwise you weren’t accepting them at all- and maybe that was the issue, was that he wasn’t- that he didn’t want to. She knew he sat there with her for her, and it had made her feel so special at first. Her teeth bit into her lip, shoulders pressing back into the wall when his hand hit beside her. “I don't give a gnomes shit about them, I care about you. Because you're my girl, and I can't handle this issue because you like them for SOME FUCKING reason that I cannot understand. If anybody else spoke to you that way anybody was making you cry, I would knock their fucking teeth in Annie. I don't do that with them do I? I sit there, and I listen. You're fucking insane if you think I'm going to let them keep attacking me, OR YOU and not say something about it. You mean too much to me. You're so fucking much better than them!” Because you’re my girl… she heard the rest, but the phrase just kept echoing over and over again in her head and she wanted to lift her hands up and push him back or pull him closer- or something because her chest hurt and sitting here arguing with him about it all hurt so darn much. Her fingers were biting into her palms, nails scraping against the soft flesh and there was a very real part of her that wanted to press even further into the skin and allow some of the pain and anger vibrating back and forth between them out of her flesh. Unconsciously her nails pressed harder, only slightly letting up as she shook her head again. She didn’t do that anymore, she didn’t have those scars on her- she didn’t hurt herself to make her brain quiet down any.


She didn’t. And the very people he was so mad at were a good part of the reason that she didn’t anymore. “I’m not.” He was saying she was better than them but she wasn’t. She wasn’t any better than them. They were fine the way they were, good and bad. Her tears started to fall faster, “You don’t know them Cole. You don’t know them.” He knew her, he knew all kinds of things about her and had taken the time to learn her and maybe that was part of what made this so much harder. Her hands gestured at the air between them, at her arms- her uncovered arms, free of scarring, because she’d had help with it. “You don’t know what they’ve done for me or what—“ her voice stopped again, having to work past the obstruction in her throat. “I can’t do this with you.” Not with him. Not with him out of anyone else because she couldn’t. “God Cole.” Her eyes flashed up to his, tears moving harder, blurring her vision. “I can’t-“ Choose. She couldn’t choose. Her hands lifted in front of her, stopping just short of touching him as she moved off slightly to the side, looking away from him and just stepping- she had to walk away and move or- she’d say something, he’d say something, he’d look at her and just get it and get that he didn’t want to handle it anymore and she couldn’t take that.

She just needed- something, she needed to get away from him and just- “Don't walk away from me Annie.” She couldn’t look at him, not directly, her eyes hesitating in the space between the floor and his face because if she looked at him she was just going to break down. These tears were bad enough, not so silently running down her face- but she could feel what it could build into, feel the pain behind her eyes that could turn into ugly, gross sobbing. It was enough to see him shaking his head at her, enough to know that by doing this she was bothering him, hurting him- whatever. It was enough to see his feet moving in front of hers and blocking her from leaving- her eyes flashing up suddenly, afraid she was going to see the anger there, or see him looking at her different. Afraid he was going to- “No, you're not running from this” His arm moved, blocking her in- and she almost turned towards it, her chin moving slightly but she couldn’t look away from him, her head still shaking as if it was going to change anything, hands hovering in the space between them and shaking because she was shaking- could feel herself from the top of her head to her toes- shaking. “Damnit Annie!” The only warning she had before his head moved down to hers, over her face- and- Merlin. He was kissing her stopping whatever argument she might have tried to give him, her hands shifting up higher to grip his shoulders, pull herself up onto the tips of her toes and press her body back into his, responding instantly to the lips moving over her own. She didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want to be arguing about this, or have the strain from it between them. Because he was Cole. And when it was just Annie and Cole it was great and wonderful and- she made a noise in the back of her throat, halfway between a choked exclamation and approval before her palms pushed down on his shoulders harder, trying to push herself up the rest of the way off the floor.

She didn’t like disagreeing with him, didn’t like feeling like there was any more than there was normally between them but the words had needed to be said, she couldn’t just- kissing him though, it was right, it was better. Like she couldn’t get enough of his face pressing against her own, her hands moving up over his shoulders, running along the line curving them into his back as he lifted her off the floor to move to the base of his neck, palms curving to allow her fingers to turn around that and into the hair at the nape of his neck. Her chest still hurt, still felt like there were a thousand tiny splinters planting themselves into its surface, but each pass of his lips seemed to calm the turmoil within her even while making her heart speed up in an entirely different way. Her legs shifted, moving up so she could hook her knees into the side of his hips and keep herself from falling, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Her chin tilted, angling her face so that her nose wasn’t mashing up against his uncomfortably, a sigh filtering out between their joined lips.

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lyrics; she will be loved - maroon 5
credit; template by twilightbright @ caution

[Cole Foster]

Cole's head dropped backward as her head dipped, his lips still tingling, he hadn't wanted to stop. A slow, pleased sigh raking out of his slightly swollen lips, he might have enjoyed it more had they not just been fighting a few moments before. Most of all given what they were fighting about. “You don’t have to sit with them anymore.” His eyes opened slowly. “Thank you.” He admitted, it was a good thing, he didn't want to have to. “I will if you want me to.” and that was the truth of it...maybe for awhile they just sat with his friends. For awhile. Till everything calmed over at the very least. But her lips were pressing into his neck again and that was nice. Better than any verbal apology, that was for fucking certain. He couldn't even protest with her doing that, soft pillowy lips against his skin. He just, had a very real need for her, nearly all of the time. He should tell her more often than he did. “I'm sorry I made you cry...” and it was the earnest truth. His head rolling forward again, the smile slowly creeping onto his face, and impish glint to his eye “Make it up to you?” his hands pushed their way behind her lower back and he pulled her away from the wall, taking a couple steps backward.

He understood just why it was that she wanted them to get along. Because she thought that they were friends, her friends, so therefore she wanted them to be close. She couldn't care about it if she didn't like him as much as she did. So in a weird way, it was almost flattering. He was already walking down the wall “Ooookay?” He smiled just a little bit wider. “Shh,” he teased, backing them into the closest empty classroom and kicking the door shut just before he fell backward onto it, his hand moving to lock the door shut the best that he could. His eyebrows lifting impishly. “I've always wanted to do this,” he didn't even know which room it was that they were in, which class this was. “You look very pretty today,” the hand he used to lock the door brushing her hair off of her neck...

“I’m sure the lines of mascara are really pretty.” “I hadn't noticed” he breathed into her skin, that soft skin of her neck, and then his lips made contact with her skin and he couldn't help but to smile. Teasing, soft kisses up the line of her neck until he reached her jawline as he backed her up to the professors desk. Whichever professor it was that they were at and parked her on the desk with a plop, leaning into her slightly as his hands moved to the tops of her thighs. “Did you make this one too?” his index finger flipped the hem of her skirt slightly. His lips moving back down the side of her neck, leaving a hot trail down her skin,

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Words: 505
Tags: Annie
Set: Middles of 6th Year
Notes: Nada.

[Annette Andres]

Her fingers knotted up into the back of his hair, using her legs as leverage to push herself up into him further, trying to- she didn’t even know, trying to explain it to him via kissing him? That didn’t even make sense, but she didn’t want to argue anymore. She didn’t want to have to fight about all of this or- her lips slowed, pulling back slightly and burying her face into the curve of his neck, tilting her face to kiss the skin there before breathing out a shaky sigh. She couldn’t just ignore it though. “You don’t have to sit with them anymore.” She wasn’t going to make him when he obviously didn’t want to, wasn’t going to try and force something that just wasn’t going to happen because of all of the different parties involved. She didn’t want to fight. Her lips pressed into his neck again, all of the fight that had been holding her spine and shoulders so taut flowing out of her as she wrapped her arms tighter around him, her lips on his neck again because – because it was there and it was Cole’s neck. And Cole.

”Thank you. I will if you want me to.” Her lips curved up a bit against his skin, the last of her unease seeming to fade away with the words. Because he would, at least she felt like he would- do that for her, and that was kind of… awesome. Reassuring. She wasn’t going to ask him to though, not when he obviously hated it so much. She’d just have to… work her time between the two groups more efficiently so they didn’t feel ignored or something. Set up a schedule that she one hundred and ten percent would not tell either side about because… well that would just end badly and be embarrassing. “I'm sorry I made you cry...” Her lips opened, like she was going to protest that it had been just him, because it hadn’t, it was a whole bunch of different things-“I’m sorry for trying to force you guys to get along.” Even if she still wanted them to, even if she didn’t understand why they all couldn’t. Her lips opened again, prepared to say more but they closed again slowly, her head tilting slightly to the side at the expression on his face as he pulled back a bit. “Make it up to you?” Instinct, her arms tightened a bit as they moved off of the wall, little laugh in the back of her throat as she moved her own head back enough to look at him inquiringly. “Ooookay?” The question clear on her face.

She was going to break his arms. Make it impossible for him to pull off his stupid, show-offy moves on the quidditch pitch. But even that thought was with an amused smile as he moved them down the hallway, her eyes rolling at him trying to tell her to hush. “Shh.” Like there was even anyone who could hear her out in the deserted hallway, or like it would matter if there was, they weren’t doing anything- her breath caught as he moved them into the classroom- whatever laughter had been still on her lips drying up as he shut the door behind him and the very distinctive click reached her ears. Oh. “I've always wanted to do this,” He’d- oh. Had he never? Oh she didn’t want to think about that, not really, but he was the one who had said and she just- nope, nope, nope. Her lips turned up a little bit despite her thought process, one eyebrow lifting slightly. “You look very pretty today,” The smile growing warmer at his words because every girl liked to be told that they looked pretty. And any girl that got told they were pretty by Cole… well she couldn’t even get mad at all of the girls who crushed on him or wanted to get between the two of them. And there were plenty. She’d had several tell her to her face. Her chin moved to the side, allowing his hand better access to her neck as her hands moved from behind his back, running up the sides of his neck and fanning her fingers out- thumbs brushing the line where his collar bone came up from his shoulders to meet the banded muscles at the base of his neck. “I’m sure the lines of mascara are really pretty.” She probably looked like a drowned rat. Eventually she’d have to invest in just wearing water-proof mascara all of the time.

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lyrics; she will be loved - maroon 5
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[Cole Foster]

“Uh-huh,” He grinned, chin nudging the collar of her blouse further away from her neck, his hands pushing just a little bit further up thighs up until he found the junction of where her stockings met her skin, thumbs brushing against the line between the two. “I like it” he should think that much was obvious “Can you tell?” he hummed, kissing against her clavicle, to the hollow of her throat and back upward, hands inching just a little bit further upward. His mind was reeling...as it normally was whenever she was this close to her. “No?” He teased, almost surprised that she was playing back, and his hand slid a little bit further up her thigh, fingertips kneading into the flesh as he spoke. His lower lip trailing back up her skin to the shell of her ear. “I really do...you know what else I like?” Fingers almost walking up her thigh as he grasped the side of her thigh roughly to pull her to where she was teetering, fully supported by him and half off the desk, for access purposes. Fingers trailing over her skin and rotating, to press into her inner thigh, moving higher. “Can you guess?”

He loved watching her come undone. It was heady...more than. His hand inching up her thigh, little by little and her breathing getting more and more shallow. Her cheeks flushed and it had nothing to do with embarrassment. They both knew it. It was a very rare thing, to get her to actually say something dirty, but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to try. “Quidditch?” He snorted, “More than Quidditch,” and that was saying something. It was mostly true, and he didn't think she was going to call him on it either. He could feel the frilly lace of her panties, the hem on the inside of her thigh, those thighs that were parting so sweetly, just for him. Index finger trailing the line and hooking just inside as his lips met with her skin once more, separating the stretchy lace from her skin and rotating his hand. His face coming back just in front of her own, hovering above her lips as his thumb lifted the fabric further away, index finger running the line teasingly

He took her lips making contact with his own as invitation, middle finger delving lower and pushing up into her, swiftly. His other hand holding her lower back for support as his tongue pushed into her mouth, searching for her own as he added a second finger just as quickly, moving in a gentle rhythm as his palm rotated just enough to let his thumb arc upward, rubbing in small circles as he pulled her closer to him, his shoulder lifting for leverage. He knew she would be mortified, if she knew how she was coating his hand...and he loved it.

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Words: 480
Tags: Annie
Set: Middles of 6th Year
Notes: Nada.

[Annette Andres]

“I hadn't noticed” Her disbelieving snort turned into something else, a half-breathless laugh in the back of her throat as his lips moved onto her throat and- oh. Okay. So- that was the plan. She wasn’t complaining although maybe she should have been. Maybe she should have been worrying about the fact that knowing he was kissing her in a classroom they weren’t supposed to be in was making her heart speed- and not from fear. But just- still being with him and him not being mad at her and the drama from before partially resolved like this was a huge weight off of her shoulders, shoulders that rolled back slightly when he dropped her down onto the desk, her legs moving – widening slightly so that she could hook her ankles behind his knees as his hands moved to her thighs. They were just. Reaffirming their relationship- or something- oh Merlin she was going to forget to think right. “Did you make this one too?” Her eyes blinked slowly, hands running over the line of his shoulders as his lips moved down the column of her throat, brain struggling to keep up with what it was he was asking, taking a second to long to connect the dots. “Uh-huh,” breathy, stuttered- her head moving back slightly on her neck.

“I like it” Oh, she was forgetting to breathe, his thumbs running over her skin- it was a real problem, forgetting that she needed air when he was touching her and talking to her like that. His voice changed, dipped, and she couldn’t ever properly explain it, not that she had anyone to talk to about it- but she sure thought about it often enough. “Can you tell?” She pulled a shaky breath in through her lips, twisting her ankles slightly because he was touching her and how she’d gone from the mess she’d been a few minutes ago to this she didn’t even know but she didn’t want to look too closely into it. “Nooope,” breathy, she’d almost just agreed again- last minute impulse making her drag the word out as the negative.

“No?” Her head moved, very slight movements, from side to side in answer, the corner of her lips turning up slightly as she ran her hands back towards the juncture between shoulder and neck, paused to press into the flesh there as her breath caught up in her chest again. “I really do...you know what else I like?” So prepared to say no again, palms sliding up the sides of his neck but the fingers curling around her thigh had her gusting out a quick breath, spine arching slightly as he pulled her further to the edge of the desk. Merlin. Thoughts. She had thoughts- she couldn’t quite grasp them correctly but she had them, teetering on the edge of her consciousness as her heart slammed against her breastbone. Oh. He was touching her, her legs widening slightly without thought, head tilting so she could see his wrist disappearing up inside of her skirt, the flesh from her inner cheek being sucked into the cavern of her mouth at the sight. Oh. “Can you guess?” She swallowed past the sound that wanted to escape her lips, past the obstruction of heat climbing up the center of her throat, the flush that crept over her skin. “Quidditch?” Breathy, the one word was supposed to be teasing, and it was- in intent at least, but the effect was ruined by the oddly punctured breath at the end of it, her palms sliding up and behind his neck, fingers spreading so she could run her fingers up the side of his head. Combing through his hair. He really had such nice hair. He didn’t have to gel it or comb it constantly- it was just- soft, and full and Merlin.

She was sure any other girl who was lucky enough to have Cole want to touch them the way he seemed to want to touch Annie would have jumped at it at every available opportunity. Would have probably defiled more than one classroom. And maybe she was a prude. Or stupid even. For not taking advantage of it. She liked him touching her, liked touching him, really enjoyed it when it was happening. Could so easily lose herself in the moment, which as much as she enjoyed doing, was a bad idea- because it was inevitable that she freeze up or have to shift directions or something. “More than Quidditch.”Her lips curved up then, the smile so fond, so warm, because that was, even if he was stretching the truth, such a nice thing to hear. Even if the humming noise she made was part a moan and part disbelieving- his hands- fingers. Merlin. Her hips shifted on the desk, teeth closing over her bottom lip as she lifted her eyes back up to where he was holding his face in front of her own, nervous flutter in her stomach competing with the different set of butterflies already in residence. “Cole,” half warning- half plea, she needed- occupation. Occupied hands, occupied lips- it helped, kept the inevitable freak out at bay for that much longer, her fingers turning so that she could run her nails along his scalp as she leant forward, lips brushing against his once before she angled her head better, opening her lips under his this time and pressing into him.

Her intake of breath was quick, thighs almost clamping shut together at the sudden movement, but he was between them- stopping her knees from jarring together, his tongue moving between her lips and shifting the breath from a gasp to a moan- one of her heels falling off her foot from the odd angle her ankle seemed to roll into behind his thigh, discomfort quickly turning into something else as he moved against her, her fingers curling into the hair they’d been pushing through. Merlin. Another moan as his tongue slid against hers and somewhere in the back of her mind she was cognizant enough to hope that no one would be walking down the hallway- only partially aware that she was much louder than she should have been. She hadn’t realized what it was he was doing exactly until his fingers were suddenly occupied, more occupied- her breath escalating quickly as one of her legs rose, hooking more firmly around him at a higher angle than the other and pulling her torso up higher from the desk.

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[Cole Foster]

Cole could practically see the heat rising under her skin, his gaze shifting upward from her neck to her jawline, to those eyes that just kept insisting that they needed to be closed for some silly reason. Whenever they weren't, they seemed rather interested in the goal of his hands, which was fine, he liked the way that it looked as well. Her fingers moving to knot themselves in his hair, or at least try to. She was so tiny, and had the cutest, smallest little hands. Ring catching along the strands close to his scalp, and he grinned – a little too large as his hands worked. It wasn't often that she allowed him to touch her. Well, he touched her all of the time but it wasn't often that she let him touch her like this intimately. They had gotten close a few times, but she always backed out. Which was fine, it was her choice after all. Sometimes he just, got frustrated. Which was silly, and rude of him. It did make all of the times that he was allowed to touch her all that much sweeter. He had to work harder for it and he liked the challenge. The soft changes to her breathing, the way he could feel that tension lifting, little by little her body relaxing. He could feel it from the inside out. “Cole,” His face pulling away just enough ot really get a good look at her, the strain in her voice was intoxicating. He paused his movements, slowly – so that she was sure to really feel it, he added another digit before resuming his ministrations again. Taking the contact of her lips as soon as it was offered, pushing against hers as much as the leverage would allow, leaving it up to her to keep him pulled close as he was occupied.

He could feel her thighs trying to clamp shut – pushing into his hips because they couldn't shut, he was blocking them. A near triumphant gust of air pushing between them as he smirked, and pushed his lips back to hers once more. Because how could he not? She was so soft, and so very very warm. Satin and velvet on his hand. Using the desk as full leverage to hold him up, his free hand moved behind her back, coming to stop between her shoulder blades so that he could hold her up, his chin nudging her head to the side so he could access her neck, nose brushing her hair out of the way as much as he could, wanting more of her skin. As much as she would allow. In the back of his head – he knew that she was going to stop him. He did know that, at some point. She always did...take what he could get. Sounded desperate and he didn't care. Her leg was lifting, invitation, hooking around him, resting on his ass, he could feel it and it might have been humorous otherwise. Cole's shoulder dropped, better leverage and his knees bent, teeth running lightly against her skin, pulling skin between his lips at random interval along the column of her neck. He wanted to make her louder, wanted her to fall backward into his hand and hold her to him, wanted her twitching and he would get there. He would. He knew he would.

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Words: 565
Tags: Annie
Set: Middles of 6th Year
Notes: Nada.

[Annette Andres]

Her thighs were pressed into the sides of his hips, pressing as if that would actually change anything and enable her to shove her shaking thighs together and stop the building pressure that had begun to coil within her lower belly- like she could stop the sensations welling within her that were bordering on painful, so foreign and needy. Gasps and moans leaving her mouth in far too quick procession, her lids clamping down upon one another because the visual atop the sensations seemed too much- too real, pressed inside her mind and made her back arch higher up off of the table. Because even though her eyes were closed she could still see, replay the imagery she had access to. Her breath became almost strangled. Thighs, unable to move through with their momentum in intention to close instead climbed, knees hitched higher up on his hips and oh- he was between her legs and she could feel him what felt like all around her. Pressing her into the desk and pressing into her- his lips moving over hers with a captivating intensity that made it difficult for her recover once his lips surrendered her own. Her lips still parted into a semi-o shape as her lashes finally lifted, flickered as if protesting the very movement and she was- oh Merlin above she was because his face in front of her with what his fingers were doing, with the pressure he was pushing into her- “S-Ah, ah-ah.” Stuttered, her fingers curling tighter into his hair because she’d meant to say something, or say stop- she had meant to. The word was on the tip of her tongue and he’d shifted his fingers and that was that. Rational thought process thrown out of the window as she glanced down between them again, her eyes quickly rolling back in her head before she lifted her chin- different kind of flush overlaying the one that was already there. He just felt- so good, like this, with her. His hair so soft between her fingers it was barely, even given the length, enough for her to hold onto, her body feeling like it would lift from where it was and just… explode. Teetering on the brink over and over again and she didn’t even know how to make rational sense of her thoughts anymore. “Colllleeeee.” Again. Unsure this time whether it was begging or pleading and if so what she was asking for- for him to stop or to continue. To add or subtract. Her body was like a live wire stretched out over the table.

Sparking repeatedly, the hand on her back even forcing the flesh under it to heat further, muscles following his hints, the chin at the side of her face, rolling her neck without question and catching the breath in the back of her throat. He was just so- big, unintentionally her hips rolling forward into him, seeking…something, thighs moving restlessly against his because he was so close- so close and it didn’t feel close enough. And felt containing all at once. Felt too much of both sides, her head moving from side to side slightly although what all she was protesting she didn’t even know. Something that stopped with the sudden stillness of her muscles, breath catching in the back of her throat so quickly and suddenly that it seemed she had gasped as much air as she possibly could before- stopping- teeth at her throat. Moving, pushing, scraping- tongue and lips and teeth and she couldn’t even release the breath she’d taken in- her muscles so tight and still as to feel absolutely unnatural, especially in that given moment. Wanton moan so much louder than the ones before it fled her lips, both calves lifting this time to encircle his hips within them, lower half nearly lifting entirely from the desk it was partially resting on- one of her arms slipping- falling to curl around his shoulders, fingers bunch up in the fabric there like the other was doing in his hair- her little nails digging into the fabric with another, too loud, sound from her lips, her breath coming now in such quick pants that had she been able to think straight she might have feared an attack of some sort. A repertory failure. She didn’t even know how long she held in that suspended place, eyes coming to a close once more with failed attempt at closing her lips and stoppering the sounds leaving them, how long she both held and lost her breath all at once before the tension within her seemed to shatter- heels pushing into his back as she did, finally, come all the way up off of the desk and practically adhere herself to him- the sound leaving her throat unlike any she’d ever heard before as she rode out crest after crest of the waves breaking over her skin- frantic pulsing of her body never seeming to slow as she pressed her face into the side of his, angled her neck to do so and tried to keep her body from falling- falling more apart than it already was as it finally went limp- every muscle giving out without any sort of protest this time- her chest rising and falling in deep, unsteady patterns.

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[Cole Foster]

She was so still, he wasn't sure, if she had ever done anything like this before. Not with him, certainly. Gotten close to a few things here and there, working up to it at a normal pace but nothing like this. Never actually, and then she moved. Her hips just rolling forward just that much more to give him better access, however little. Then it was like she couldn't stop and it was...well that was something else that he didn't know how to process, it was good. It was, all of it. She seemed to have figured out a pace, working against his hand in some sort of rhythm and it was just how he wanted it to be, he could hear her breathing changing, and then it was culminated. His eyes opened to see whatever was on her face...to memorize how she seemed frozen in that moment, all of her external muscles locked and internal...seizing and squeezing his fingers. So loud, much louder than he would have thought that she could be. He couldn't have stopped now even if he had wanted to. If he had been capable, he would have been doing this forever. He didn't care that her heels were digging into his back. He didn't care about the nails pressing into his skin because he just wanted her to ride the high for as long as he could give it to her, until her lungs gave out, he couldn't even see her breathing anymore. Her tiny frame lifting from the desk, relying wholly on his arm behind her and he was happy to do it. Merlin If only they had more time, and nowhere else to be, this might have been the time, might have been the day. Her body gave to small amounts of trembles, her body lowering slowly back down onto the table and he slowly, very very reluctantly removed his hand from her person, his lips coming back to hers, knowing that in just a few moments they were going to have to leave this classroom until another time because that was just who she was.

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Words: none
Tags: Annie
Set: Middles of 6th Year
Notes: Nada.