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Post by PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES on Apr 25, 2012 20:52:05 GMT -5
She was impossible to resist. Her face got close, her eyes locked on his. he could smell her hair, her breath... She was mysterious, sexy, almost wounded, in a way that covered up an insecurity. You could tell that in a woman, if she was damaged inside, usually made them even better in bed. The whispering sent a shiver down his back and he cocked her a little wicked grin. "You're a bit of a tease, aren't you Nessie?" He whispered back, keeping his face close to hers, his eyes outlining the shape of her lips. She was tantalizing, and the little bit of firewhiskey still burned in the back of his throat. It was impossibly hard not to move first, but if he did so, she could get him in trouble. However, Ms. Sorin was making it quite clear what she wanted and Paulo would admit, he'd be more than happy to give it to her.
And so, Paulo closed the gap between them, their lips brushing together, hers still wet with alcohol. The desk between them was immediately in the way so Paulo found himself pushing himself up on his arms, lifting off his chair in order to kiss her better. It was no simple kiss, the kind that breaks right away, and could be passed off as insignificant. This was the kind of kiss that went somewhere.
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Post by VANESSA JANE SORIN on Apr 26, 2012 15:18:37 GMT -5
Her behavior often led Nessie into situations not unlike this one, so she wasn't at all surprised by how easily the mood turned from silly and playful to something more serious. What she was surprised by, though, was the fact that Paulo called her a tease. It implied that she didn't have intentions of following through with what she'd started. Nessie was nothing if not hard-headed, and once she initiated something like this, she wasn't inclined to stop. She might have been easy, but she wasn't a tease.
She'd been just about to inform Paulo of this when he seemed to catch on to her rather obvious hinting. A smirk had just contorted her lips when he moved to close the space between them. Her body instantly took over and her mind switched off. This was much more her speed, and it was quickly becoming her new favorite way to spend detention. Maybe she'd have to get into trouble in Paulo's class more often. She kissed him back hungrily, obviously eager for more. But a second later, she realized where they were and broke away. "One second," she told him, taking a step back and pulling her wand from her her jacket. Nessie glanced around the room quickly before murmuring a charm to soundproof the walls followed by one to lock the door. When she was finished, she slid her jacket off and tossed it to the floor along with her wand. "Now. Where were we?" she asked, peeling her shirt off as she returned to Paulo.
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Post by PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES on Apr 26, 2012 15:52:38 GMT -5
Paulo grinned as he watched her cast the spells he knew all too well on the classroom. His mouth was still tingling with her feeling of hers and he watched her throw off her jacket and shirt. He let out a bit of a growl as he took off his own shirt and all but lunged at her. Paulo traced her body with kisses, the room melting into a ball of warmth. Within moments they were entangled, Nessie propped against the desk. His heart was racing and beads of sweat started to form across his brow. Paulo lost track of time and lost himself in the sensation of sex.
But it was over way too fast and he found himself panting as he looked her. His eyes found the clock, more time had passed than he'd have thought. Paulo kissed Nessie once more before chuckling. "So, are you going to act out in my class again?" He asked, arching an eyebrow, his hand caressing her thigh. Of course, Now detention was synonomous with sex, good sex. She was hot in the sack, as he'd assumed, but it delighted him to be right. He reached for his boxers and slid them on, along with his pants, and followed that by a swig of firewhiskey,
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Post by VANESSA JANE SORIN on Apr 26, 2012 15:55:21 GMT -5
Once they were finished, Nessie wasted very little time pulling her clothes back on. She wasn't very good at the after part. Some people expected cuddling or wanted to talk. Others wanted to get away as soon as possible. She was the second type. Cuddling and talking generally implied emotion, which made things much too difficult. Truthfully, she was a little surprised that Paulo seemed to be so comfortable with the situation. It wasn't as if she'd expected him to run off like wounded puppy. He obviously had much more experience than that. But his joking told her exactly where they stood, and that was very much appreciated.
"I guess you'll have to wait and see," she told him by way of response, offering him a sassy grin as she headed for the door. [/size] |
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