see what makes him tick - annie

[Michael Wilde]

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Had this been a classroom, there would have been a comic book placed on this side of the binding. Might have even been now, had she not been prone to hitting him whenever he stopped reading. Like she knew what his eyes were doing. He couldn't even see the text in front of him, despite his fingers flipping the page every few minutes to seem like he was studying. That was what he was supposed to be doing anyway. The slight pulling to his hair both soothing and erotic in it's own way, not conducive to studying. Even worse, was the red head across the way who kept flicking her eyes up over that dusty tome and looking his way. He didn't even need to see the rest of her face to know that she was smiling, smirking at him. To know that she was flirting. The damned flicking of her wrists even. She would be a talker, he knew that...but it might even be worth the risk for those full lips of hers. He could do things with those lips. A soft tug to his hair told him he'd been spotted...he hadn't turned a page in too long, or his eyebrows had lifted once too often. She couldn't have seen the things that he had been mouthing. There was just no way. She would have done a lot more than tug his hair had that been the case. Apollo was leaving. That was the issue...a date...why hadn't he thought of that? Lucky bastard. There likely wasn't even a date to begin with. His eyes narrowed at the retreating back from the space...tempted to roll over onto that couch and make use of the whole space, and not just a partial. Instead, his head rolled back, peering up to her. “Well babe,” he sighed ever so dramatically “if I take you on a date will you let me stop studying?” he winked for good measure, as if he thought she would let him out of this room for anything. Not with the exam so close, not with how shit he was at potions. “Treat ya real nice?” he chuckled waiting for the face he was expecting.

“Please. Our grades are worth wayyy more than what you could possibly provide on one date.”Hah. A haughty laugh left his lips at her comment. “You just haven't been on the right sort of dates then babe,” He was fully prepared to brush off whatever else she had left to say, to turn back to 'reading' the red head across the way,but she was still speaking. She might let him off the hook yet. The red head was staring at him now, her tongue coming from between her lips to run along the bottom edge of her teeth. Something that really did need more attention....she was still talking. “And if you share it,” Share it? Share what? Fuck. He had missed something important again. She was going to quiz him in a few moments. Share what. Shareeeee what. What could he possibly have to share? Gum? Shoes? Books? No, why would she want any of those. “I could be persuaded to even up that time.” What had she just said? He certainly had heard it. He felt his eyes gloss over, prying them away from the red headed vixen and back up to the one he was resting against. “Perhaps” that seemed like a safe bet, paired with his smile. She had agreed to a break, that much was certain. The rumbling of her stomach helped things too...food. She wanted food. She was hungry. She was one of those girls who ate. “You really want pre-packaged snack cakes?” The only thing he had on him whatsoever was pumpkin pastries and he really didn't feel like eating them, he didn't even know how old they were. Rolling over, his chin pressing onto her knee, his fingers walked up her tiny curled legs. “What about the good stuff,” emphasis on the word stuff, the double 'f' sound coming from him vaguely sexual. Was how it had been intended anyway.

He could tell with a well placed eyebrow wiggle she would give in. It was such a better option than sitting here, in the silence, listening to the starchy librarian shhh the silence every few minutes. Nobody ever dared talk..well...apart from them. Still, she didn't hear them. Irony. “Please, what good stuff could you possibly be offering besides snack cakes? You aren't a walking buffet you know.” he snuffed, he could be a great number of walking things. Had Apollo still been here, he might have taken great, expansive pleasure in voicing the dirty comment that instantly came to mind. As it was, the audience wasn't right and she didn't want to hear it. As if he didn't notice her total lack of appreciation for the comment about Destiny's mouth earlier. That had been a fitting one, he had thought. “Feed me. I'm starving here. I gave you a break didn't I?” He chuckled darkly, His ability to turn anything sexual not failing him, again, the audience. Comments were wasted on her. His forehead dipped, pressing into the skin of her thigh as he inhaled deeply, smothering the comment with the action. Really, didn't she know that she was setting herself up for these things? She was, over and over again she was. It was a disservice to all with ears to keep from talking. Still, that grin was on his face whenever he lifted his body from the couch, removing himself from his resting place and lifting the strap of his book bag over his shoulder. “Oh, I'll feed you alright.” damn it. Apparently not all of it was smothered. He took a step back, waiting for her to replace her shoes and lift herself from the couch so he could talk her into leaving for the kitchens. He was half tempted to seek out Apollo...spy even. Still, he did have one thing to do before they left. “Half a mo,” he muttered, lifting a scrap of parchment from her bag even as she tried to grab it back. Pulling a pen from his as he moved over to the red head, leaving her his name and a time, winking as he slipped it just over the bridge of her book, jauntily stepping back over to Annie since she had finished grabbing her things. “Ready to go?” he patted his own stomach, his spine rounding to make himself look bigger “time to feed the beast” a silly voice warping his last words.

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N otes: Set Mid 6th year - study hall
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L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Annette Andres]

LETTHERAINWASHAWAYALLTHEPAINOFYESTERDAY

BACKWHEREIBELONGINEVERFELTSOSTRONG

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Quiet. It was too quiet for the library on a weekday, the muted whisper of pages turning and hushed voices the only thing filling the space at all. There was no yelling- no people flaunting their disregard for the rules and running through the stacks. Hell, the two who were most likely to do so seemed perfectly content where they were sitting with her- Apollo's feet stretched so far out in front of himself on the other couch as to look as if he really was napping. If it hadn't been for the tapping of his fingers against the left side of the book's open pages she might have believed he was. What with the sunglasses on his face, despite the fact that there wasn't enough light outside even to warrant them. His chin notched in the direction of the couch they were seated on, exaggerated huff leaving his lips- she was certain he was looking them over, even if she couldn't see his eyes, tracing the strange shape they made together over here. Her legs were curled under her and to the side- obscured by the torso in front of her calves, the head resting on her thighs. Just like Apollo- too far stretched out for her to have hardly any room- would have provided her none if she hadn't been small enough to curl around him in the first place. She didn't know what it was that had his lips tilting up like that as he looked at them, why his form suddenly sat up from where he'd been and rolled into a standing position. Didn't know and didn't care. She'd been reading the same two lines in the infernal textbook she had propped on the other side of Mikey's head for nearly ten minutes now- her gaze repeatedly falling to curls her free hand was resting in, nails scraping the scalp lightly with each pass down that her fingers made. It wasn't like the position itself was unusual. Not even the hand in his hair. She was just... overtired or something. They'd all been studying for the damn potions test for nearly three days straight now- and while she was sure that the times they were spending without her weren't spent also pouring over the study material... hers were. It was just too distracting. She wasn't even sure that Apollo was smiling at them for any particular reason though, wasn't sure he'd been looking at her at all. If anything his head had seemed more tilted towards the book resting on Mikey's chest- though why that would cause him to smile she couldn't even begin to guess.“Well. I'm off. I have a date with Destiny... and her mouth is alllways more exciting than this shit.” Eyes rolling into the back of her head as he grinned at the both of them, already packing his materials to leave.

She snorted as Apollo's hands finished shoving books into his bag, moving her head so that the hair that had been sticking to the side of her face fell more conveniently onto her shoulder. “That's more than I needed to know.” Way more than she wanted to know even. As attractive as Apollo was she was more than sure that the way he treated those girls couldn't have possibly been as well as the rumors would suggest given how he talked about them... and making a joke about destiny like that? No, there was a reason she'd never been crazed by him thanks so very much. The fact that he just winked at her in response as he walked off didn't help her think anything else about it either. Ugh. Studying. She was supposed to be studying... “Well babe,” no, nope, nope, nope. He was looking at her she wasn't about to blush. She just needed to look up, roll her eyes and chin skyward as if she were seeking some higher guidance, which she did, allowing the tops of her cheekbones to cool before she rolled her eyes back down to him. Raising one brow in question. “if I take you on a date will you let me stop studying?” Again the urge to let her cheeks warm, choked by a laugh, her head shaking from side to side as she scrunched her nose up at him- as if the mere idea were both laughable and puzzling. Not as tempting as her mind was wanting to make it. “Treat ya real nice?” This time another snort, her eyes rolling all on their own as she carefully closed her book with the one hand that had been holding it up, sliding it onto the arm she was leaning on. “Please. Our grades are worth wayyy more than what you could possibly provide on one date.” Especially a fake one that would no doubt end with even less thought on his part than the ones he did participate in now. “Butttttt,” she drew the word out, one corner of her lips lifting as she let her other hand drift to his hair, both fingers moving own on either side of his head. “Iffff you have something to eat in your bags I will totally consider a break to be coming you know... soonish.” Nowish. She hadn't eaten since breakfast this morning, skipping lunch entirely to finish up the essay she'd neglected to do the night before. “And if you share it,” because she was familiar with just how easily he could manipulate a situation to keep her from getting what it was that she wanted without necessarily going against what she'd originally stated, “I could be persuaded to even up that time.” Impish, the way her dimples flashed against her cheeks, the offering of the deal sealed with what she thought would be the last rule.

“You just haven't been on the right sort of dates then babe,” She didn't go on any dates, not really- what she did couldn't be called dating... only keeping up appearances and keeping the wolves at bay. Not that she was about to tell him that. He was allowed to believe it along with the rest of them- it wasn't like he really questioned it or pressed for answers so long as he was still getting the attention he felt he was due. Her eyes ran over his face as she talked- the slowly dawning realization that he was carrying on a wholly different conversation across the way doing nothing to stop her words. She couldn't show that she'd noticed, that she cared- even if she did want to pull at his hair again. Nope, nope, nope. She removed her fingers entirely, watching as he tried to catch up to what he might have missed. She was familiar enough with that look, familiar enough of not being on the receiving end of it- just like she was familiar with him juggling to try and pick back up what the two of them had been discussing. Her hands hung uselessly for a moment before the fingers intertwined, better to keep them away from his hair, pulling her arms up closer to herself- tucking them in and resting the joined hands just away from his head at all- in front of her. “Perhaps” Again just the subtle raise of her brow- he could have already picked out the context clues- or who knew, maybe he'd even followed most of what she'd been saying in the first place, either way she wasn't about to give in and hand him his answers for him. She did enough of that as it were. “You really want pre-packaged snack cakes?” Packaged snack cakes? That sounded vaguely like it could be promising, especially if they were the zebra kind... but the way he was saying it made her inclined to believe otherwise, sigh blowing out of her lips as he turned over, heartbeat almost forgetting to do its job at all as his fingers moved up her legs. He never played fair. Not ever. And he didn't even understand not really... that was what made it all the worse. Her whole body seemed to flush, internally she knew she didn't actually resemble the flood of lava that her blood had become, or that her ovaries weren't visible through all the muscle, skin, and fabric she had covering them. “What about the good stuff,” Don't blush. Don't moan. Shizzit she wanted to moan? Overtired. That had to be it. She couldn't possibly be.. just... he was distracting her again, looking up at her like that. It was all she could do to shake her head- hoping it came off as a no rather than her clearing it. “Please, what good stuff could you possibly be offering besides snack cakes? You aren't a walking buffet you know.” Ignore the innuendo. Ignore it Annette... Her fingers separated of their own accord, one hand moving the small space left to brush his curls back from his eyes. “Feed me. I'm starving here. I gave you a break didn't I?”

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[Michael Wilde]

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He didn't notice the way her eyes followed him, he didn't notice the way that she was slightly more downtrodden than he had left her. He didn't notice that she was flushed from her cheeks to the backs of her arms. Didn't notice any of it because he hardly noticed most things unless they were attached to a striking woman. He didn't consider her a woman, she was family, she was a little sister, she was his best friend. She was always there for him, one of the only women who could put up with his crap half of the time. The only one he could have a conversation with that didn't end up in bed together, and even with her, it was hard not to get sexual half of the time...just on principal. He had to catch himself around her. He was used to it by now, but it certainly hadn't been his favorite thing to learn. “The little man slut you mean?” He grinned brightly. It was just about the closest thing to a curse word that he had ever heard her use, and it was always directed at him. Almost affectionate. “Eh, at least I'm one of the lucky few who can say I love what I do!” his arm came to loop within hers, just as she would have wanted. Given, that his wrist was the only part that was really able to fit, he was nearly two feet taller than her after all. Still, it was the best that he could do. “I could carry you on my hip like an infant” he remarked suddenly, in a fashion befitting his last name. “Would be faster too,” he was nearly talking over her now, but he didn't care, he found it too amusing. “Yes lets. The little man slut and his highly awesome friend. They're in need of food... prontttttto.” “Lowly awesome, let's not pair you with vertically indicative words, no?” he giggled as she made a swipe for him, flinching out of her oddly lethal grasp as he moved the pair of them away from the library. “Whatcha in the mood for bean?”

He stopped when she did, waiting for her to proclaim loudly enough for the whole hall to hear that he was so cruel, and he hated her and he was against anybody who wasn't as 'freakishly ginormous' as he was. Waited, but it didn't come. “Up.” he couldn't help but smile then, the same face she had been pulling on him her entire life, didn't want to walk on her own. Sure, most people moved out of his way because he was huge, and could be very intimidating if he really wanted to, but because nobody moved out of the way for her, she was under most of their lines of sight. She could climb him like a tree, little Koala on his hip - “Not your hip though. I refuse.” Damn her and her mind reading. His lower jutted out just a little too far. He would let her have this one, he could have pushed, could have attempted to make her do what he wanted her too...probably would have succeeded as well...but didn't. Not over something so small. It was best to save his powers of persuasion for bigger and better things. He twisted, lowering himself quickly just enough for her to get what she wanted, leverage to clamber onto his back. Her tiny little legs hardly left much for him to hold onto, but he managed, index fingersShe didn't even bother with the triumphant smirk, only allowing her dimples to just marginally carve her face in half as he twisted down for her, her hands going to the shoulders she would have never have been able to reach otherwise and pulling up on them as leverage until- with him standing back up, she could swing her legs entirely from the ground and wrap them around his torso, arms falling loosely around his shoulders. It wasn't as if she needed to hold on that tight anyways, she barely needed what leverage she did have. Lazy. She could do lazy. She could even do uncaring, her chin stretching to lay over the curve of his shoulder, looking at the people they passed with minimal interest- every now and then her eyes rolling back to the chords twisting in his neck. If she licked one- he probably wouldn't think anything of it- wouldn't say anything right? That was safe to assume. She'd licked his cheek tons of times to try and get him to stop tickling her- or the hand he'd shoved over her mouth when trying to talk over her. That was totally normal. And he could think it was totally normal. Her face shifted, facing entirely now the column of his neck and staring at it- watching it move with the rest of the muscles in his body as he walked- speculating. She might have talked herself out of it, moved back- but she could feel his fingers against the flesh of her thigh and he really just needed to stop doing that. Nope, nope, nope. She was not going to lick his neck. That was weird or something. Or something. Or maybe. It didn't matter because... something jostled his left arm, his thumb pressing further into the indent of her flesh and without giving herself time to think about it she dipped her head forward, tongue passing through her lips to run along the vein most prominent along the side of his neck- her eyes only widening once she realized just what it was that she was doing and pulling back, returning completely to how she'd been before, facing forward away from the distracting thing. Oh fuddle. That was not the same as his cheek or hand at all, the taste that was there was entirely different and ohhh nooo. Nope, nope, nope. Entirely normal. There was no reason for him to question her because that was entirely normal- but ooohhh merlin that had tasted like sunflower seeds and cotton candy. The last day of the fair in the spring time. Nope. No. She hadn't. It was fine. running along the exposed skin of her thighs, just on the backs of her knees as he pushed through the crowds, thumbs rubbing patterns into the sides of her legs.

What the hell had that been? His step paused, taking two steps forward with the same foot. “Did you just?” his hand moving to his neck, sure enough...that was saliva. She had just licked him, for no reason whatsoever. He didn't think much of it, she had done plenty of strange things to him before, this was hardly the strangest, and yet. His hand crossed over his body, grabbing her body and spinning her forward quickly until she was clinging to his front “You just licked me.” his grin almost as impish as the rest of her features were at rest “I didn't deserve a licking.” his brow quirked, his tongue coming from between his lips, his head dipping with a purpose, aiming for her neck but happy with whatever he ended up hitting at this point. His tongue found skin, licking the underside of her chin, doing his best to wrestle his way back to her neck despite her squirming, his tongue drying in the process, until he was forced to rest her against the bannister of a staircase, his head dipping, his lips making contact with her skin, his tongue pushing past to leave an ever so faint mark, and again until he remembered what It was that he had been trying to do in the first place, and licked her neck up to her ear.

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S tatus: Done
T Mikey/Annie
O utfit: idk. something.
N otes: Set Mid 6th year - study hall
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Annette Andres]

LETTHERAINWASHAWAYALLTHEPAINOFYESTERDAY

BACKWHEREIBELONGINEVERFELTSOSTRONG

T E L L T H E W O R L D T H A T I M C O M I N G H O M E

Nope, nope, nope. She was not going to search for whatever it was that she'd responded with that made him chuckle like that, because it was hard enough keeping the tingling at the space of her spine under check when he did it and she didn't know. She didn't need the imagery of whatever it was clouding her brain accompanying it. She had enough of that. Oh mercy he needed to not chuckle like that in the back of his throat because she could feel his addams apple bobbing against her thigh and it really was too much. Too much with the comments she'd been listening to all day from the both of them- it was like absent their usual game of the day they got a million times worse and she couldn't even begin to express just how much she loved hated it. She could feel her toes curling into the couch cushions behind her- muscles in her legs tensing as he moved his face, skin brushing against hers and oh merlin that might have been a moan dear god don't let him have heard that moan. It was so small. He could have missed it right? It wasn't like he was really paying all that much attention to her- wasn't like he was looking for that sort of reaction but oh dear god- his breath against her skin had her eyelids fluttering, black lashes playing out against her cheekbones as her lips clamped down around the gasping inhale she wanted to take. She could see it, her hands going back to his hair, balling into the curls there and pushing down just slightly because oh his nose, she really liked his nose and the way it pressed down into the flesh of her thighs... liked the way his lips moved over her flesh. Her fingers pulled, pulled up until she could see both features in her own sight, her body wriggling down the couch some, legs unfurling in order to- WORMWOOD! The body stretched across her legs shifted, her eyes shooting open and cheeks heating as she banished the images from her head, the hands that were still in front of her just as they had been the whole time clenching around one another as he rolled off the couch. Yes good. Yes. They needed to be leaving- she needed the space and separation that the couch would never provide- no matter if there was a very real part of her that wanted to tell him to sit back down she'd changed her mind. “Oh, I'll feed you alright.” Nope, nope, nope. More imagery and she was so darn thankful that his attention was diverted for the first time because oh she could so see that and darn him and darn his face and his stupid perfect voice and his stupid perfect curls. He was awful. A prat. She hated it. She hoped he didn't notice that she wasn't commenting as she normally would have, dismissing his double entendre with sarcasm. She couldn't because if she opened her mouth all manner of breathy was going to come out and she was so much better than that dang it. “Half a mo,” Her hand scrambled belatedly after the paper he was taking from her- almost making noise again before she swallowed it and he turned. Good, fine, whatever. A red head. Like he hadn't had enough of those. Her lips set as she shoved the last of her things into the open back, zipping it up and slinging it on one shoulder as she stood somewhat unsteadily, wobbly knees and all until she could straighten. Whatever. She needed to get a hold of herself before he got back here. No blushing, moaning, groaning... no looking peeved either that he'd left her to go give that girl only merlin knew what. Her eyes rolled as he came back, lying smirk already in place on her lips. “Ready to go? time to feed the beast” Laughter. Not bitter, just slightly amused- even if there was hurt behind it. It was buried deep enough, not that he ever bothered to look in the first place. “The little man slut you mean?” She held her arm out with a jaunty wave of her elbow, waiting for him to thread his through it. “Yes lets. The little man slut and his highly awesome friend. They're in need of food... prontttttto.”

She couldn't even pay attention to the words that he was saying when he touched her, not with where she was today, couldn't quite follow as she ought to have. They had broken her. Between the two of them, centered her mind more around sex the more she spent time with them. All their fault, yes, that sounded so much better than saying that she was a sex depraved lunatic. When really, for someone who had never even done that she thought about it way too much. Concerned herself with it far too often. It wasn't as if she thought about it every day or anything- well not like she heard other people saying they did every day. It was just that... sometimes.. her imagination ran away with her. Got the best of her. Like today. Today she was thinking far too many dirty thoughts concerning Mikey and she couldn't afford that, couldn't afford to let it creep into the conversation or spoil their day. Because even if he was looking at other people and not focusing completely on her it was the most of his attention that she got when there were other people around, the most that he afforded her on school grounds.. and it was enough really. She wasn't complaining. He was her best friend. Had been since before Hogwarts- since her family had moved down the street from his and been paraded over to be introduced. She'd been even tinier then, but then so had he- wide blue eyes blinking over at her right before that dimple had appeared in his cheek. That darned dimple. Of course she'd made friends with all of them- but Mikey was special, and they'd gotten along far too easily and quickly for her not to have become attached to him, no one was surprised about that. It wasn't as if she liked him... so far as anyone knew anyways. Nope, nope, nope. Best friends. And best friends didn't ruin other best friend's day by developing silly little feelings and burdening them with them when they weren't- soooo obviously weren't reciprocated. “I could carry you on my hip like an infant” What? What had he just, her head pivoted, lips opening in a rounded 'o' the instant before she burst out. “I am not a freaking infant. And that would look so ridiculous you know, wouldn't make any kind of-” “Would be faster too,” Ughhhh he was ignoring her and talking over her and she HATED him she absolutely hated him. She huffed none too silently, turning her chin away from him before he delivered his next insult. “Lowly awesome, let's not pair you with vertically indicative words, no?” Hated. Her arm tightened as she turned, flat of her palm hitting as far up his bicep as she could possibly reach. He was awful and mean and some day she was going to make him just... ugh pay. Pay pay pay. Even if she did like the way his muscles bunched under her hand or the way.. oh merlin... she coudn't escape. “Whatcha in the mood for bean?” Her tongue darted along her lower lip, eyes hooding as she turned away from him. Absolutely nothing they could serve in the kitchens legally but she wasn't about to tell him that. Nope, nope, nope. She shook her head resolutely, stopping her feet and looking up at him expectantly. “Up.” The same phrase she'd uttered at six years old when he'd been walking too fast for her to keep up with. “Not your hip though. I refuse.” Her chin notched, determined look coming across her face. She would answer him once she wasn't taking eight steps for his every one.

She didn't even bother with the triumphant smirk, only allowing her dimples to just marginally carve her face in half as he twisted down for her, her hands going to the shoulders she would have never have been able to reach otherwise and pulling up on them as leverage until- with him standing back up, she could swing her legs entirely from the ground and wrap them around his torso, arms falling loosely around his shoulders. It wasn't as if she needed to hold on that tight anyways, she barely needed what leverage she did have. Lazy. She could do lazy. She could even do uncaring, her chin stretching to lay over the curve of his shoulder, looking at the people they passed with minimal interest- every now and then her eyes rolling back to the chords twisting in his neck. If she licked one- he probably wouldn't think anything of it- wouldn't say anything right? That was safe to assume. She'd licked his cheek tons of times to try and get him to stop tickling her- or the hand he'd shoved over her mouth when trying to talk over her. That was totally normal. And he could think it was totally normal. Her face shifted, facing entirely now the column of his neck and staring at it- watching it move with the rest of the muscles in his body as he walked- speculating. She might have talked herself out of it, moved back- but she could feel his fingers against the flesh of her thigh and he really just needed to stop doing that. Nope, nope, nope. She was not going to lick his neck. That was weird or something. Or something. Or maybe. It didn't matter because... something jostled his left arm, his thumb pressing further into the indent of her flesh and without giving herself time to think about it she dipped her head forward, tongue passing through her lips to run along the vein most prominent along the side of his neck- her eyes only widening once she realized just what it was that she was doing and pulling back, returning completely to how she'd been before, facing forward away from the distracting thing. Oh fuddle. That was not the same as his cheek or hand at all, the taste that was there was entirely different and ohhh nooo. Nope, nope, nope. Entirely normal. There was no reason for him to question her because that was entirely normal- but ooohhh merlin that had tasted like sunflower seeds and cotton candy. The last day of the fair in the spring time. Nope. No. She hadn't. It was fine.

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[Michael Wilde]

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“Lout. I was just trying to warn you that you were going to run over that girl..” Of course he was. Likely story. There hadn't been anybody that he had seen, certainly nobody of importance. Her teeth were on his skin, his collarbone. No, she shouldn't do that. She had no way of knowing, hadn't meant it like that. Still he had to chomp down rather painfully on his tongue to keep from saying something. Couldn't give that spot away, she would never let him hear the end of it. She would use it to her advantage, and given his particular liking of..that spot in particular, he couldn't risk it. Mikey's lips pressed together firmly, steadying his breathing through his nostrils. That was really starting to become an issue. He needed to get a hold of that. Hormones were one thing, but he had almost, had just. He hoped she wasn't too offended. Hoped that she just thought it was all part of the game,she had played along well enough. Her breathy sounds had been proof enough that she was playing into his hand. He was actually a little impressed that she hadn't dissolved into fits of giggles. “Well then.” His hands rested on his waist for a long moment. “I think you've learned your lesson” he wanted to smile, his lips twitched and failed as he stepped back away from her. “I need raspberry filled chocolates.” He nodded once, he didn't know if the kitchens had them or not, didn't know when Sissa had sent some to the castle last, but they could check of course. The wonder twins had to have some squirreled away somewhere to be certain...they liked to intercept their mail as it was. Perhaps for once it would actually work out in his favor. His hands reached out, enclosing around her waist, pulling her carefully off of the ledge he had poised her on as the staircase on which they had been standing started to move. Well. Fuck. Who knew where they were going to end up. “Seem that it's to be an adventure then,” his tone more dry than it had been before

“Ha. Where to oh wonderous one?” Another weak smile, too forced. He could move past this...he just felt so fucking guilty. He never felt guilty about that sort of thing. Never. Yet, here he was. He needed a drink, or a smoke...or something. He was half tempted to put something in one of those chocolates he was going to steal, and feel better. That actually sounded like a damned good plan in his opinion. Yes. He would. “Wherever the staircase lands us, I suppose” he grinned toothily, looking down at her as the staircase dislodged itself completely from the place it had been previously, floating up to another place entirely, taking them with it. No point in attempting to jump, while he might have managed it,getting back onto the landing. No way would she have made it, and he wasn't about to throw her. If he remember properly, she wasn't all too fond of that. Probably wasn't all to fond of him right now. He leaned back against the bannister, sinking down into a squat, which actually put him pretty level with her, he couldn't help but to laugh. “Look we're eye level”

“You know, you giant prick, that it just makes it easier for me to beat you up.” “Correction, I have a giant prick, I am not one.” His face contorted into a theatrical frown. “and you wouldn't beat me up right? I'm too cute” he widened his eyes before the need to laugh overtook him and he succumbed. The idea of her beating him up was just too good. As if she ever could have held any hope of beating him up. It would have been like something throwing pillows really aggressively at him. He couldn't take it seriously. One by one, his legs came out from underneath him, forcing her out of the way as he lengthened them out in front of his body on the flater than most stone step. Who knew how long they would be here, the record he had ever been stuck on a staircase was two hours, which had been fine at the time because he had had cards and snacks...but now, he had nothing other than a need to get laid rapidly...rapidly consuming him. If he was to stay stuck on these stairs with Annie, he had no outlet. No way was he going to jerk off in front of her, not while she was awake anyway. Still, he had managed to get his mind on that track and he needed to get off of it. Damned hormones. He never could control the damned things. He snapped at the finger touching his cheek bone. “Your damned chocolates weren't worth this,”

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[Annette Andres]

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Oh snickerdoodles. She felt his steps falter, the obviously noted reaction to her tongue against his neck. Oh oh she should have thought that through more, should have realized tha tthere was no way for him to go by without comment. “Did you just?” comment. There it was. She shook her head resolutely as if to deny it, chin dragging along his shoulder. No she hadn't His imagination obviously. I mean- why would she- a squeak left her lips as he manhandled her body away to his front, thighs clenching responsively without her permission. When was it ever with her permission? Stupid body with stupid hormones and stupid- oh merlin he was smiling at her. “You just licked me.” She couldn't even deny it again, her chin tilting up with the retort ready on her lips. He had almost run over that poor girl she was just trying to get him to stop, her hands weren't near enough his hair as to stop him, that wall was too close she was just trying to get his attention, that boy in front of them hadn't been paying attention and they could have bumped into him he was walking funny and oh merlin. Her eyes widened reflexively as the smirk on his lips stretched. “I didn't deserve a licking.” Anything, any reason but what it had actually been but no why was his tongue sticking out. Nope, nope, nope, if his tongue touched her she would die- she would melt down into his arms and never manage to find herself again. She would moan so loud the entire hall would hear her. She moved her chin to the side he seemed to be aiming for, trying to block off his attach but- oh that was her chin that he got, running over the flesh and causing her hips to jerk responsively. No, no, no that wasn't allowed. He was just joking, just trying to get her back or something and he couldn't possibly know that his tongue on her skin almost had her moaning wantonly out loud. She wanted to say hey at him, to push him away but her fingers were curling into his shirt despite her attempts at blocking off her neck- her head shaking as she dipped around him, thighs once more clenching of their own accord around him. This wasn't allowed why had she started this? How could she have even- ohhh. She did not just breath out like that when her back pressed to the staircase, another catch in her chest with a rougher exhalation as his lips pressed to her throat. Oh. Oh. Oh. Purple posies and no no that wasn't going to work. Scott in drag. Bridgette kissing her. Her Uncle Fred in his white knickers and beer belly. She just managed to keep from moaning as his tongue traveled her neck- flush completely covering her face as he pulled back and looked at her face. Oblivious boy. He was oblivious. Without waiting she scrambled closer to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and shoving her face into it- falling into her role as best she could. “Lout. I was just trying to warn you that you were going to run over that girl..” to her ears too breathy and false- though it was entirely possible that he'd miss that entirely. Her eyebrows scrunched against his skin, teeth scraping over his collarbone in reproof. “I need raspberry filled chocolates.” Her go tos. Her stress relievers. Her favorite thing in the world beside the boy she was wrapped around. Nope, nope, nope. Don't acknowledge the fact that she was about to seriously just come unglued and float off somewhere- she was so so so stupid. It was just a game to him, just response. Stupid, stupid, girl.

Nope, nope, nope. She was going to end up exploding. Like literally coming out of her skin one of these days. It was all just a game to him- it was just a joke. Which was fine you know, it was good or something- it was better that way. Only it wasn't just like that for her, whereas her licking him was laughable to him, his tongue- his lips against her skin was something sooo much more dangerous, something that had the potential to literally break her in half. She waited for him to start moving again, intent to just hang there and ignore everything- waited for him to follow instruction and take her to wherever the raspberry filled chocolates were. The twins most likely, although he could have had some on his own that he'd tried to keep from her. Because he was awful and evil. Awful and evil and not at all attractive or – oh jeeeze crackers why was his hand on her waist, it was ruining all of the irritation she was trying to build up with him, with the face she was trying to pull over her own. She was so bad at this- at making her voice not catch afterward, at making it seem like just as much a game as it was for him. So. So. Bad. At it. “Well then.” Yup. Well then. Nope, nope, nope. Not well then. Awful then. Awful in the way that she wanted to tilt her head back and silently hope he'd do it again. Oh merlinnnn what was wrong with her?! “I think you've learned your lesson” Yes okay. He was done. His game was over and he could just finish picking her back up and carry her back to wherever it was that they needed to go. They wouldn't even have to talk he could just-- her breath hitched, arms falling away instantly as he stepped back away from her- away from where he'd pushed her up- of course too far from the ground for her to slide down herself. Oh Merlin. He didn't want to touch her now, had felt just how much his hands had affected her, how much his lips against her neck... shame flooded her, smiling too toothily up at him- too brightly as he pulled her down from the staircase ledge. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Grin. Smile. She half skipped ahead of him, as they started off, unwilling to let him see the pain on her face, or the way a tear managed to escape the corner of one eye despite the bright smile she'd plastered on. “Seem that it's to be an adventure then,” She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her, for the blood pounding beneath her cheeks to just go away, and the way her thighs moved against one another in that odd way they only ever seemed to do around him- after something like that- to just stop. Nope, nope, nope. Smile. Don't cry. “Ha. Where to oh wonderous one?”

She just had to keep smiling, force herself to believe that what just happened hadn’t been that big of a deal. Nope, nope, nope. It was just his lips on her neck and hey! That was okay, because he’d kissed her lips before. Hell she’d kissed his. Short pecks that could even be given to sisters but that was no different. Only she’d never seen him run his tongues or his lips down over Daniella’s throat like that. She’d sure as all heck never seen him do so while holding her like that. But it was just a game. To see if he could get to her. And so long as she kept on pretending that he hadn’t- that she was playing too… they would be fine. He wouldn’t freak out and figure anything out and.. oh but what if that was what had just happened? What if he knewww?!? Play it cool Annette. Play it cool. Just pretend he’s Apollo. Apollo being a jerk… “Wherever the staircase lands us, I suppose” Except that Apollo didn’t sound like that. Didn’t look down at her like that. Didn’t have those darned dimples. Darn him. Her own lips filled out into a grin, instant response as she felt the stairs shift beneath her- hanging suspended in the air as everything around them moved. Were they the only two on it? Why were they the only two on it? She briefly caught sight of someone picking themselves up off the ground, dusting pants off before hurrying on… Oh, she couldn’t jump. That was why. Her eyebrows twisted for a minute, trying to occupy her brain with the task of figuring out how long they were stuck here before his movement caught her eye- forcing her face to swivel back to him as he crouched, putting his darned face way too darned close to her own. “Look we're eye level” Snort. Snorting was unattractive at the start of a girls laugh right? Good. It made it seem like she was being natural then. “You know, you giant prick, that it just makes it easier for me to beat you up.” An upturned nose as if it were possible for her to pull the feat off, her fingers poking at his cheekbone. Touching was good, was normal. When were they not touching?

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His eyes rolled up her body, smirk in place. “Yessss, they are. They keep me round.” his neck craning around to the side of her, checking to see if she was as round as she claimed to be. She did that a lot, said things about her figure that just weren't true. She was shaped like a woman. Like a woman should be shaped, ideally. Maybe perhaps a little bit taller, stretch her out a little,but that was just for the sake of his back. The women in his family weren't shaped like her, and he knew she had an issue with that too. Brought it up enough times, but he felt out of all of his sisters, she was built the best. “Anyways, you wanted out of studying, wasn’t that worth it. Orrrrr,” his eyes rolled. This was just as boring as studying. More so since if they were stuck up here, all he had in his bag were books. “are you saying I’m not worth it because.. how rude.” His eyes cut back to her deviously, his knee bending slowly, like he was stretching until his bent knee hit against the apex of her thighs, “I'm bbooorrreeeeddd Beanie,” impish smile moving over his face as his foot arched, pushing against her just a little more firmly, half expecting to get slapped, but there was this fog over his eyes, and it was stopping him from thinking clearly, apparently. His hips scooted down, rubbing his knee against her.

He had been expecting quite a few things, and not a single one of them ended in her collapsing in front of – on top of. Honestly, he had been expecting her to punch him in the nose. It wouldn't have been the first time, and he was nowhere near arrogant enough to think that it would have been the last time either. Her hands on his chest, making his mind go black because they weren't her hands. They were just hands, on his chest, pushing into him. It wasn't her weight on his lap that was causing him to stir, it was the close proximity to female anatomy, separated by all of three or four layers of fabric. His mind blanked, his eyes felt foggy as his hands moved to her rib cage, thumbs brushing against her undercarriage, his eyes trained on her neck and the neck only. His neck curved before he knew it, his fogged eyes closing and lips finding purchase against the soft skin of her neck, his hands sliding up the back of her shirt and digging into her soft skin, his lips parting as his tongue moved over her flesh, prepping her skin for the contact of his teeth that followed only seconds after, Soft and warm, supple under his fingers, pressed against his chest. It wasn't until the moan registered, no doubt echoing not only in his head as well as the vaulted ceilings above his head as well. It was enough to rouse him from his daze. His lips broke contact, vaugely aware that there were marks left on her skin. “Annie?” he inquired. Fuck. FUCK no not Annie. He hadn't even...his eyes widened and he pushed her off. “Fuck, Annie. I'm – I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.” he babbled a few times over, still couldn't even BELIEVE that he had touched her like that, his fingers had all but gotten her bra off. He could still feel her heat on his fingers. “Annie I'm sorry. I – fuck” his hands fisted the curls on his head before turning to the bannister and swinging one leg over it, there were stairs, he could jump. She could wait.

“Hey, you react.” She wasn't allowed to know that. Just like other bits of information, that could have been used to control him, could have been used against him. She couldn't know that. He wouldn't allow it. It was unacceptable. He shook his head twice, too forcefully each time. “Mikey seriously you’re fine! Stop apologizing.” He couldn't “No, Annie, it's not okay. It's not the same , I should never have touched you like that. I'm – seriously, I'm such an ass.” He couldn't stop talking. His fist balling in air, obviously irritated with himself for the excessive amounts of talking. He needed to stop. He needed to go. “I – shit.” his browline apologetic as his smile as he fell backward over the railing.

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S tatus: Done
T Mikey/Annie
O utfit: idk. something.
N otes: Set Mid 6th year - study hall
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Annette Andres]

LETTHERAINWASHAWAYALLTHEPAINOFYESTERDAY

BACKWHEREIBELONGINEVERFELTSOSTRONG

T E L L T H E W O R L D T H A T I M C O M I N G H O M E

“Correction, I have a giant prick, I am not one. and you wouldn't beat me up right? I'm too cute” He shouldn’t laugh. She could take him maybe. She’d kicked the crud out of Scott that time that he’d eaten the last of the Thai noodles Daniella had brought back specifically for her. She knew she had because Danny had laughed about it for weeks this past summer until she’d turned her glare on him. She just hadn’t ever hit him. That was all. Her chin notched up as he laughed, legs spreading as he stuck his legs out in a way that had he not done so slowly enough for her to notice might have tripped her up. One foot lifted, widened her stance until she was standing over his knees, her one hand going to her hip as she jutted one out to glare at him. This- this was working, the bantering that they’d built up, that they usually kept. “Your damned chocolates weren't worth this,” She ignored the fake biting, her lips tilting up even further, smile becoming more real and less forced at the antic, even if she did move her hand back away from his face after pressing down into it and added it to her other hip. Normally she might have pressed until he actually did bite her finger. But… she couldn’t handle that yet, not so soon after—no. nope, nope, nope. She just couldn’t handle that yet. “Yessss, they are. They keep me round.” Not stick thin, not unhealthy like she could get if she didn’t snack enough. She was too small for her metabolism to be as high as it was. “Anyways, you wanted out of studying, wasn’t that worth it. Orrrrr,” she drew it out, fake glare coming back to her brows as she lowered her face down at him, enjoying for the moment the fact that she was a bit taller. “are you saying I’m not worth it because.. how rude.” Oh, she shouldn’t have gone there, her heart twinging slightly. It wasn’t like he hadn’t left her for a lot less of a distraction than a stationary staircase before. Darn it. Don’t think about that. Don’t think about that.

She rolled her eyes, her mind calming down somewhat as he looked around her as if checking her claim- or disputing it. Either way it was comical enough to dispel some of the heat that was still curling within her, help her reclaim her own mind… For all of the several seconds that he allowed her before his leg was brushing against hers, whatever calm she’d felt leaving her with that one touch. Oh. Oh. Nope, nope, nope. Centered was gone. Gone was feeling like they were coming back to level ground, her eyes widening as his knee pressed further into her thighs into… her. She’d never. Had never been touched like that before. Wasn’t sure at first how to even respond to the tightening of her lower stomach, to the way that her gravity seemed to shift. “I'm bbooorrreeeeddd Beanie,” She heard him. Of course she did, but her eyes were on his lips moving up like that- imagining her tongue tracing that shape- learning it with her mouth. Her fingers curled at her sides, mind going completely blank as he pressed his knee into her further, scooted down the stair and- her body fell forward onto him- hands coming up to press against his chest with a rough exhalation of breath.

Joking he was joking, but he was touching her again and she hadn’t had near enough to prepare herself for it, or the instant curving of her body into his hands. The recognition that it was him touching her, him – Mikey, who had his lips running along her throat again. Her whole body was frozen, eyes widening just before the hands going under the back of her shirt registered, registered enough for her lids to flutter, her fingers to curl into the fabric of his shirt. Oh. Wet. Wet and warm and she could feel herself scrabbling up him, wrapping her legs around his hips and pushing down further into his own. Could feel it even if her body wasn’t moving at all- stock still as teeth grated against her skin, pressed into the flesh- and something throaty filed up through her throat, through her lips and into the space around them. Moan. That was a moan. She didn’t even know that she knew how to do that, her eyes opening only when she heard something follow the break of contact against her skin.. “Annie?” What? That wasn’t her name- not to him, not—her body stumbled back slightly, wide eyes moving up to meet his. His that looked- oh he’d just bitten her. And she’d just… moaned. And that wasn’t part of their game at all. Her moaning. That meant that she enjoyed it, was actually affected by it and oh merlin why had she been so stupid as to moan out loud like that- the horror in his face made her stomach drop, sickening as one hand came up to press against the indentions left in her flesh, press against the rush of blood to the skin that he had caused. “Fuck, Annie. I'm – I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.” Sorry? It was her fault. She’d disgusted him. Had gone too far again and had shown him just how absolutely- “Annie I'm sorry. I – fuck” No. Oh fudge. Her whole body flushed for a different reason this time, her other hand coming up to press at her stomach. Damage control. Think. Think. “Hey, you react.” Even if it was breathy- even if her eyes were still way too wide. He had to think that it had been nothing, that she hadn’t… “Mikey seriously you’re fine! Stop apologizing.”

She’d messed everything up. Her fingertips pressed more firmly into the spot at her neck, closing her eyes as she sank down onto the step she was standing on, pulled her knees up to her chest and ignoring everything else around her. She’d messed up awfully

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