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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 22, 2007 22:03:19 GMT -5
It's hard to find forgiveness
When we just turn out the lights
It's hard to say you're sorry
When you can't tell wrong from right
Just hold me, baby
Till we ain't strangers anymore
Aston had written a letter back to Hogwarts telling the Headmaster that snow prevented her from returning that evening, which was partly true. She didn't know how to apperate yet and the snow was now at least two feet higher. She just didn't want to go back to the castle tonight. And it was only Saturday, she still had tomorrow before she had to head back.
She moved into the foyer, immediately moving to the drink cabinet and pouring herself a glass of bourbon. She sincerely hoped she would not be disturbed this evening, and she was not dressed to be disturbed by any loose, male deatheaters and a few of the females. All she had in her old room was a black, zipper front, muggle hoodie and tight, ripped jeans. And because the only shoes she had in her room besides the riding boots she had come in were spike heels, she was currently padding around barefoot.
She slid into her favorite chair close to the fire, sitting in her favorite position, back against one arm rest and her legs draped over the other, and picked up the book on the table beside her chair. Glass of bourbon in her hand and held up a little, book resting across her diagonally angled thighs, she opened it to the marked page and began reading.
She was absolutely in love with this book, so much blood and sex, sometimes combined. She had a smirk on her face, occasionally bringing the glass of bourbon to her lips to take a sip. Her sharp hearing heard someone enter the room, but she did not look up to greet whoever it was. |
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Post by Gerard Williams on Dec 22, 2007 22:07:46 GMT -5
Gerard was seeking company for the cold and lonely evening. He had learned that the Dark Lord's daughter was staying another night and believed that itd be nice to get to know her. His footsteps tread softly over the floor as he quietly entered the girl in question's room.
"Ms. Savien," he greeted softly, blue eyes glittering. A warm smile touched the young man's lips as he gazed at the girl.
It was then that he noticed she was reading. Perhaps this wasn't such a great time. "Oh, please excuse me, I didn't mean to disturb you," his voice was like honey as he began to back out of the room, hoping that she would stop him.
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 22, 2007 22:11:12 GMT -5
Aston looked up curiously as a man entered, allowing one eyebrow to arch. However, as he turned to leave, she spoke, putting her book down. "No, please stay, I was just passing the time." She replied, smirking. There was something about this man that entranced her, she wanted him t stick around. "Forgive me, I don't think we've ever met." She said softly.
She pulled up the side of her hoodie to cover the love bite still slightly apparent on the junction of her neck, and smirked even wider at him. "You seem to know who I am, may I ask the privilege of your name?" She asked softly.
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Post by Gerard Williams on Dec 22, 2007 22:15:03 GMT -5
Gerard paused and smirked inwardly. Good, he was asked to stay. The man turned to her and bowed his head, as this was his master's daughter.
"I am known as Gerard Williams, miss," his voice was smooth as velvet as he crossed over the room to extend his hand. He wasn't well known in the ranks, having just moved from France to serve the Dark Lord in closer proximity. It had been weeks since he last had a lover and he was growing fidgetty.
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 22, 2007 22:18:32 GMT -5
When he extended his hand, Aston decided to play hard to get. She did not extend her hand as well, she simply eyed his. "Forgive me if I don't shake hands." She replied, her eyes then moving back to his face. "But the pleasure is all mine, Master Williams." She continued. She shifted, her long legs crossing over one another so they were showed off to their full extend.
She smirked a little wider. "Please sit, I could use company." She continued.
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Post by Gerard Williams on Dec 22, 2007 22:21:03 GMT -5
The man eyed her speculatively for a moment before lowering himself to sit beside her. Built like a fighter, his partially opened shirt did little to hide his built torso. His hair looked a bit ruffled and his strong features were easily pronounced.
"Ah, please forgive me then, Ms. Savien," he continued to act formal, even as he took a secret glance at her body before looking into her face. He wanted her but he wanted to bide his time.
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 22, 2007 22:24:23 GMT -5
Watching him with big, cadet blue eyes, she arched one eyebrow and licked her lips seductively. She moved elegantly to lay her legs over his lap, long and lean, smirking still. "You don't mind if I get comfortable, do you?" She asked, but it was not a question. She watched him for a long moment. "So, Master Williams, what has brought you to my room? Is there anything I can do for you? Anything I can assist you with?" She continued.
She continued to sip her drink. "Oh, where are my manners, I didn't offer you a drink. Would you like a brandy perhaps?"
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Post by Gerard Williams on Dec 22, 2007 22:33:24 GMT -5
Gerard grinned and shifted so her legs would be directly over his crotch. Just the site of her aroused him but he couldn't let her know that, not now. His hand came up to rest on one of her legs as he nodded after a moment, "a drink would be fine," he then chuckled.
"I'm not sure, I think I was just drawn here by your overwhelming presence," his eyes raked over her body.
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 22, 2007 22:37:46 GMT -5
Aston moved gracefully off of her seat, dragging her legs slightly as she did so over him, but lightly as not to hurt him. When she stood, she rolled her back so her long form unfolded slowly and moved across the room to her drink cabinet. As she poured another glass of brandy for her guest, before turning to move back to the couch. She settled back into her previous position, offering him the glass.
“Is that so?” She asked, arching a brow and smirking a little wider. Her hand snaked across to rest on her stomach, a comfortable yet alluring pose. “And what kind of presence do I have?” She asked, pushing her long hair from her eyes.
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Post by Gerard Williams on Dec 22, 2007 22:44:18 GMT -5
He watched her. What a vixen! His expression was that of lustful amusement as he took the glass, sipping at it slightly. Gerard moved his hand over her knee, applying a small amount of pressure as he took in her body's figure. Blue eyes looked at where her hand lay and he placed his glass on a table. Reaching over with his free hand, his large fingers encompassed hers.
"A powerful, highly charged one," he replied, his voice seductively soft.
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 22, 2007 22:49:06 GMT -5
She allowed him to take her hand and her fingers teased the back of his hand. “Oh really now?” she asked with a smirk still on her features. She bit her bottom lip slightly, teasingly, revealing the bottoms of straight, ivory teeth. She simply watched him, shuddering slightly at the feeling of his fingers on her stomach, and she let it show, just to tease him.
She arched her back a little to get more comfortable, then continued to watch him. “And my presence alone drew you here, did it?” She asked. Oh, Aston was egotistical, she liked being told these sorts of things.
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Post by Gerard Williams on Dec 22, 2007 22:51:35 GMT -5
Gerard's fingers twitched and it took all his power not to take her right then and there, "Why yes, my lady." He looked at her hungrily, sliding his long fingers over her stomach, teasing her just below her breasts.
"Comfortable?"
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 22, 2007 23:04:21 GMT -5
”Extremely.” She replied, allowing a soft moan to escape her lips as he teased her skin, her skin shivering under his touch. She leaned up a little bit, close to his face, allowing her tongue to dart out and lick his lips before nipping softly. She then drew her lips gently over the side of his face to his ear, allowing her teeth to tease the lobe.
She moved to sit on her calves, one hand moving to the opposite side of his face to hold his ear still. “You don‘t move unless I say to move.” She whispered softly, lustfully in his ear, allowing her teeth to continue to tease his ear.
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Post by Gerard Williams on Dec 23, 2007 12:45:17 GMT -5
Gerard smirked as she moaned. It was nice, being able to cause such a reaction in a girl. His eyes flashed as she teased his lips and then his ear. Though not wanting to listen to her, the man wanted to see what she had planned. His hand had never moved from her torso and with her new position, it lay against her thigh.
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 23, 2007 13:07:31 GMT -5
Her lips continued to tease the shell of his ear down slowly to his jaw, nipping the skin there then over to his lips. She continued to tease him, not kissing him, just teasing. Her lips glided over his, but not as as kiss, just a movement. One hand moved to rest on his thigh, close to the junction of his legs. She then moved away and sat beside him once more, sipping her drink.
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