i'm wasting my nights :: paulo

[VANESSA JANE SORIN]

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While she almost always landed in detention on purpose, Nessie was somewhat shocked to have found herself there this time. The new flying teacher at Hogwarts was incredibly attractive, and she'd thought showing off her skills in his class would have been appreciated. Of course, circling the castle to perform tricks and completely ignoring any requests to come down probably would have gotten her in trouble with anyone, as would the fact that she'd opted to enjoy his lecture as she hovered twenty feet above him. Even so, she'd thought that being young and attractive might have made Professor Alves more lenient than her other teachers. Apparently, though, that wasn't the case at all. Maybe he'd felt the need to prove himself to a bunch of sixteen and seventeen year old students. Or maybe he'd just gotten annoyed with Nessie's antics. Either way, he'd ordered her to detention.

Surprised as she was, Nessie couldn't help but admit that she was at least a little excited at the prospect of spending an hour or so alone with her new teacher. He was impossibly attractive, and something about him gave her the impression that he might not care if she was sixteen and a student. Of course, that could have been nothing more than wishful thinking, but a girl could dream, right?

In a truly uncharacteristic move, she'd showed up on time for detention. Nessie was never on time for anything, but, lucky for her, Professor Alves hadn't known her long enough to notice that. She raked a hand through her hair and adjusted the leather jacket she was wearing, half wondering if he expected her to still be in uniform. She had an absurd preoccupation with Muggle fashion and kept a collection of attire that would've helped her fit in at any punk rock show. Well, if he wants a uniform, he can put one on me himself, she thought, letting out a slight huff before knocking on the door to his office.

[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

Detention, his least favorite charade. It was almost as bad as the actual teaching-- no it was worse because he didn't get to fly. Instead he got to babysit a trouble maker, granted her skills on a broom were impressed and she was a firecracker, whom he couldn't help being into. She was pretty sexy and obnoxious, probably damaged and crazy, those were the girls that were great in bed. 

He didn't have an office, so he was using a spare and empty classroom for detention. A knock came at the door and he shouted it was open. She was rather prompt, which was unexpected, and wearing totally ridiculous muggle clothes. Paulo couldn't quite remember the rule about after what time they could be in normal clothes, so he didn't press. Plus the hot pink went with her and he was enjoying her tight pants. 

"Take a seat Ms. Sorin." He said, gesturing to a desk. He was seated at the professors desk, a book open. He hated books but not much else to do around here.

[VANESSA JANE SORIN]

er least favorite thing about this school was the way professors addressed everyone. It was rare for anyone to be called by their first name. They were always "Ms." or "Mr.", and in Nessie's opinion, those were titles that should have been reserved for adulthood. It always made her feel out of place. So when her professor addressed her with such a title, she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose. "Can't you just pretend to be as young as you look and use my first name?" she griped, rolling her eyes and glancing around the room. It wasn't nearly as interesting as it might have been if he'd been there longer.

When her eyes fixed on the desk, she couldn't help but frown. He wanted her to sit?! Who sat for detention?! Wasn't she supposed to have to clean or something equally as unappealing? "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered, trudging toward the desk. "Don't you have anything horrible to make me do?" Truthfully, sitting still was probably the most horrible task he could give her.

[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

Oh she was a feisty one and he found himself smirking  at her. "But that would be, unprofessional..." But the way he said it made it sound like he hated that fact and would like nothing more to get involved. This was the kind of girl who'd been around the block a few times. You could tell, and the thought of being alone for a few hours at night, sitting near one another doing nothing was just as bad for him as it was for her. 

But a task? he had to come up with something for her to do? Since when? "Don't you have homework for another class you could do?" He suggested, his eyebrows raised lightly.He gestured toward a desk, indicating again for her to sit. He'd try to think of something she could do for him that wasn't immoral, because he wanted to sit there as much she did.

[VANESSA JANE SORIN]

Unprofessional? Nessie let out a short laugh. The way he was smirking at her coupled with the tone of his voice told her exactly how he felt about being professional. "Professional is over-rated," she informed him. "Just call me Nessie." She wandered absently around the room, pointedly avoiding the chair he'd directed her to. "How old are you, anyway?" It wasn't any of her business, but he hardly seemed the type to keep something like that private.

Nessie let out a huff when he mentioned homework and, once again, gestured toward the desk. So he really did expect her to sit still. Once again, she ignored him, crossing her arms over her chest and rolling her eyes. "I'm sorry, do I look like the type that does homework?" In reality, she did, in fact, do her homework. She generally pulled pretty decent grades and excelled in a few subjects. But it was easier to project the image that she didn't care.

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[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

Paulo cracked a sideways smile at her. Nessie... it rolled off the tongue in a nicely sensual way, so made sure to play up the accent. "Nessie." He repeated, his eyes twinkling. "I'm 24... and i suppose for right now you may call me Paulo." he said, they might as well go all out. Even if nothing happened, it would set the stage for later encounters. He sensed she'd be the type to land in detention quite a bit. 

He chuckled at her comment about homework. "I suppose not." he said raising his eyebrows. She had to do her work or she'd have been in more trouble by now, but she was at least the last minute type. Besides, what girl in her right mind would do homework when around him? They'd never be able to concentrate on being correct. He chuckled again at his own thoughts. "What do you suggest then?"

[VANESSA JANE SORIN]

Paulo? Nessie suppressed a giggle at that. It was at once appealing and humorous; she'd never heard a name that almost required an accent. But it was exotic, and she was pretty sure she liked that. "Paulo. Alright. Where are you from, Paulo?" She tried not to, but she couldn't help mimicking his accent when she said his name. It sounded strange with her native accent. Hopefully he wouldn't mind too much.

As she had expected, her claim was plausible enough that Paulo seemed to dismiss the idea of her sitting down and doing homework. It wasn't that she couldn't have. It was just that it was more fun not to. She was so relieved that he didn't press the issue that Nessie very nearly moved to the desk he'd been trying to get her to sit at. Before she could get there, though, he asked what she suggested. She arched an eyebrow at him, trying to decide whether he was honestly going to allow her to make a suggestion as to what happened in her own detention. He seemed sincere enough, so she smirked at him and reached into her jacket, pulling out a small silver flask. "I suggest firewhiskey," she announced. "I also suggest you find a way to entertain me. And if you can't think of anything better, you should know I'll make you play a game." She didn't bother specifying what. Surely he'd been a student for long enough to know the sorts of games that generally accompanied drinking.

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[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

Paulo shook his head lightly. She knew he had an accent, and his last name, it was obvious he wasn't from here, so he didn't know why his name was so amusing. Her attempt at trying to say his name correctly was almost endearing. "The coast of Portugal." The Mediterranean whizzed through his mind, images of beaches and tanned skin and music... But sadly he was in this cold and wet atmosphere of England, which hardly compared.

And then she suggested alcohol and him to entertain her. Nessie might not have been trying to be seductive but two could play at this game. He pulled a bottle of fire whiskey out of his bag-- it was his drink of choice after all, and knowing he would be here for hours babysitting her detention, convinced him to have some on hand. 

"I don't know how to entertain you." He said lightly. He didn't know her well enough for anything personally applicable. And this wasn't a date so he could just start off doing sexual favors or a strip tease to entertain her...

[VANESSA JANE SORIN]

Portugal certainly seemed preferable to England, Nessie thought. If the look that crossed Paulo's face was any indication, Portugal must have been as much like Heaven as anyone could get without dying. For a moment, she thought to ask him why he'd left. But that was too personal, and this wasn't going to be that kind of encounter. Personal questions led to emotions, and emotions were complicated. Nessie generally tried to avoid them as much as possible.

Fortunately, the suggestion of firewhiskey changed the moment back to one she was comfortable with. She couldn't help but grin as Paulo pulled a bottle of firewhiskey out of his bag. That was promising. Her flask wouldn't have gotten them very far. She grinned at him and unscrewed the lid of her flask, taking a gulp of the liquor.

The idea that Paulo wouldn't know how to entertain her brought a laugh from Nessie. "Really? And I took you for the entertaining type," she replied with a smirk. Maybe he just didn't know what sort of entertainment she was up for. "Suit yourself," she replied. "We can play Never Have I Ever," she told him. "You do know how that works, right?" There were a few variations of the game, but Nessie wasn't picky. She'd go with whatever he chose.

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[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

Paulo laughed. Sneaking alcohol, silly games... it was just like being a student again. "Yeah, I know how it works." He leaned his elbows on the desk. "If you have, you have to take a drink." he decided. They didn't have shot glasses but they could just do it from the bottle. Paulo ran his fingers through his hair.

"And I am the entertaining type, just usually not with students..." he said, leaving her to infer that however she wanted. Nessie hardly seemed the type to get him in trouble. She was trouble, and wouldn't rat him out.

[VANESSA JANE SORIN]

As luck would have it, Paulo selected one of the less interesting versions of the game. But a drinking game was more fun than the juvenile version involving holding up fingers. "Right," she told him, trying not to let on the fact that she was a tad disappointed by his choice of variations. He was a professor, so she shouldn't have been too surprised. His next comment reinforced the possibility that this might not go anywhere. "Right. You don't shag your students. Dully noted," Nessie replied dutifully. Even if he was serious about it, it couldn't hurt to put the idea out in the open.

It probably would've been polite to ask Paulo if he wanted to start, but manners were typically over-rated, so Nessie decided she'd go ahead and get the ball rolling. "I've never…. Been out of England," she told him. It was cheating a bit since she knew where he was from, but she was sure Paulo wouldn't mind the chance for a drink.

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[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

Paulo chuckled a little nervously and ran his fingers through his hair. "I never said I didn't shag students, its just something that should be avoided, i do want to keep my job." Of course, the only reason he really liked this job was because of the girls in his older classes, but he wasn't going to tell her that, even though she seemed the type to pry it out of him.
 
Paulo laughed at her example. "Cheater," He mumbled, pickling up his bottle and taking a swig. Sips were for sissies.  He had to think of something good, and possibly leaning into sexual since it was already taking that turn. "Never have I ever slept with someone older than me."

[VANESSA JANE SORIN]

It was especially hard not to laugh at Paulo when he was making so little sense. If shagging student's should be avoided, why would he have done it? He'd implied that he had, anyway. Or perhaps he was only implying that he would... Nessie offered him a lopsided smile and let out a short laugh. "I see. And judging by your excessively professional behavior, I'm sure you'll be able to keep your job for years to come." She raked a hand through her hair and tilted her head to observe him for a moment. "So do you only put hot girls in detention?" She wasn't stupid. She could tell he wasn't the type that loved his job for its prestige and honor.

She'd been well aware that her first statement was cheating. But it was fair enough. No one really played this game without cheating once in a while. So Nessie just rolled her eyes and chuckled at his accusation, waiting to see what he would come up with. When he finally offered up his statement, Nessie frowned. "You haven't? But that's where all the experience is! Or is that a teacher thing? You like to mold your lovers to your liking?" It made sense, really. She supposed if she had the opportunity, teaching someone to like what she liked would be fairly enjoyable. Regardless, he'd guessed right. She didn't typically make a practice of sleeping with anyone younger than her, so most of her options were either her age or older. She took a long drink from her flask and wandered toward the desk she was supposed to be using. Leaning against it, Nessie tried to think of a way to move things along. The were already talking about sex, so there wasn't much use beating around the bush. "I've never spent detention with someone I wanted to shag," she offered. It was an easy enough way to test the waters and see if he was interested.

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[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

He laughed. "no, but that would be preferable." he admitted in response to her question of putting hot girls in detention. He was unprofessional, and anyone with eyes could probably tell. nessie could tell. Paulo didn't want to be the sleazy professor, but he was young, they were young. He was moody after his dreams were crushed and he had no other skills. He had to live it up while he could right?
 
Paulo laughed again when she seemed astonished that he slept always with a younger crowd. It was easier, the limber bodies and fresh dewy skin. Not to mention you didn't always have to be too creative and they never wanted you to marry them or anything.
 
Her next words caught him by surprise a little, along with the "before" or "until now" that should have followed her statement hung in the air. Paulo raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" He leaned forward slightly and looked into her eyes. "What about now?

[VANESSA JANE SORIN]

She was out of clever things to say. He was right. It would be preferable for him to only have to hold attractive students in detention. She couldn't really tease him for it. For a moment, Nessie was profoundly uncomfortable with the realization that she had nothing to say. It made her feel as though she'd lost control of the situation, and she wasn't one to cope well with that. Losing control never ended well for her, so she tended to try to avoid it.

Her discomfort didn't last long, though. She'd started their game, and she had a feeling she was pretty strongly in control of the direction it was heading. The moment she'd chosen her statement, she'd started holding her breath. It was a lie because she hadn't finished it, but it was plainly followed up with a silent "until now," and she was waiting to see if Paulo would pick up on it. He seemed worldly enough to understand, and the arch of his eyebrow told her he'd picked up on the unspoken words. Her heartbeat picked up pace as Paulo leaned forward, his gaze meeting hers. Nessie fought the urge to look away; she couldn't lie when she was looking into someone's eyes, and she knew responding to him was going to change things. But she'd set them on this path, and she hadn't done so unknowingly.

Before she really knew what she was doing, Nessie had crossed the small space between them. She let her eyes return to his and tried to convince herself she wasn't at all surprised that he wasn't behaving more professionally. "That isn't part of the game," she half-whispered. Her eyes flickered toward his lips before returning to lock on his again. He'd either get the message or tone things down, and she'd have to adapt to whichever he chose.

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