Late Night Visitation [Mature, Cassian]

[roxanne]

It had been a messy night-- that was for sure. But Roxie’s spirits were high as she snuck back into the school at three in the morning, her hair mussed and her make-up a little smudged around the eyes. The alcohol was still coursing in her veins and she was still giggling at the things the wizards in The Hog’s Head had been saying to try and lure her into coming home with them. She laughed as she tumbled into the empty common room and passed the dying embers in the grate.

Originally, she had planned to just go straight to her dorm and fall into bed, but any latent sleepiness had been buried for the time being, and she was feeling distinctly... well, in need of male company. Boys were not normally in short supply, but there was one chap in particular that Roxie was confident she could call upon even at this time of the morning. He would be glad to see her. He always was. She didn’t really understand his strange obsession with her, but she was happy to run with it when it suited her. It was flattering, after all.

“Cassian,” she hissed giddily, approaching his bed and casting a sloppy silencing charm all around his bed so that her drunken laughing wouldn’t wake anyone but her intended target. She pulled the bed curtains tight around the bed and threw herself unceremoniously on top of Cassian, stroking the top of his hairless head and waiting for him to reach consciousness. “Wake up, you silly, silly boy...” she cackled, straddling him and looking delightfully tousled.

[cassian]

The Slytherin boy had been so absorbed in a nice dream about beating the shit out of Gryffindor to win the Quidditch Cup, that he barely even stirred when Roxanne climbed into his bed. His sleep was rather deep, and he was enjoying it way too much to want to leave it behind. It wasn't until the tickling sensation of fingertips brushing across his head that he groaned a bit, tilting his entire body off to the side. His first reaction was to shoo whatever it was that was bothering him away.

That is, until an all too familiar voice floated to his ears, finally making his eyes flutter open rather groggily. Brown eyes stared up at Roxanne, blinking a few times before glancing to the clock. It was past three in the morning.. why wasn't she in bed trying to get sleep like every other decent person? "Roxanne," His voice was a soft groan, obviously sleep filled. Give him a few more minutes and perhaps a bit more persuasion and he'd probably be wide awake. "I'm awake.."

[roxanne]

”Cassian,” Roxanne cooed again, leaning down till her hair tickled his face lightly. He would undoubtedly be able to smell the firewhiskey on her breath. Not that she cared. She gave a drunken little hiccup and slid down his body smoothly. ”It’s been a while since we... chatted,” she murmured, smiling wickedly. ”I came for a little visit... hic...”

She moved around him to wriggle under the blankets next to him. It was bloody cold in these dormitories sometimes. She kicked off her shoes and they fell softly by the side of the bed. Her hands were freezing, so she slid them under Cassian’s back to warm them with an mischievous laugh. ”Have you missed me?" she leaned up to speak into his ear softly, her breath hot against his neck. Brazenly, she drew her body closer to him for warmth and placed her slightly warmer hands on his chest.

[cassian]

Of all the people to to slide into his bed, Roxanne Weasley was the most dangerous. Ever since their first encounter, Cassian had always had this annoying desire for something more nagging at the inside of his chest. Of course, he'd never voiced this to her.. because she seemed to like having a large variety of boys around her, but somehow he suspected that she could tell all just the same.

As Roxanne took the liberty of climbing underneath his covers without being invited, Cassian watched her in a few moments of silence before allowing his hands to slid up and rest gently on her upper arms. He could definitely smell the alcohol on her breath, and now he realized that it was probably the only reason why she'd come to him. Not that he'd turn her away, but he disliked getting intimate with her while she was intoxicated.

There was a sharp intake of breath as her nearly ice cold hands slid underneath him. He was wearing a t-shirt, but it was thin and he could definitely feel the temperature through the unforgiving fabric. "Yes, of course I missed you." His voice was low, and he was still attempting to shake off the sleepiness that he felt. Slowly, he let his fingertips glide up from her arms to gently bury themselves within her hair, hoping to give off that tickling sensation in return for the one she'd given him earlier. He wanted to ask her where she had been, but he bit it back and just offered his first smile of the night. "I'd like to think you missed me as well."

[roxanne]

Roxanne gave a satisfied little purr as a pair of large, warm hands settled on her arms. His heat was delicious and she bowed her head to be closer to him. This was definitely a lot better than going to her own, cold bed alone. Not that she normally spent much time alone in that bed anyway, but tonight she would have been distinctly companionless.

He soon moved his hands upwards to tangle in her hair, and as much as Roxie was disappointed at the general direction in which his hands were moving, she loved the sensation. He knew it too. This was one weakness he’d become aware of in the course of their clandestine little love trysts, and he tended to use it to his full advantage. The feeling of hands in her hair. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she practically moulded herself against him with a little sigh of contentment.

”Of course I missed you...” she replied quickly, ”I always miss you...” She wasn’t sure whether this was entirely untrue or not. Roxie didn’t give herself a chance to miss any boy because she was normally busy distracting herself with a new one. When you had so many, well, it was always a novelty to see any of them. She supposed that was missing... in a way. Wasn’t it? She smiled back at him and touched the tip of his nose tenderly. Cassian was among her favourites, she could hardy deny that. Not too full on with the mush and always up for it. A good combination. She planted the tiniest of kisses on his neck, just below his earlobe.

[cassian]

As much as he wanted to believe the words that came out of Roxanne's mouth, Cassian couldn't help but doubt them. She had so many boys at her disposal that by now, they'd probably just become empty.. something she purred into every ear that was attached with body with a penis. If she didn't want a relationship beyond what they currently shared with each other, so be it.. He would bury it inside of his own heart and never mention it. He may have been brought up to act with pride and courtesy, but he also never wanted to pass up the opportunity to have Roxanne underneath his hands. And so, regardless of her intentions, Cassian never pushed her away.

Upon feeling Roxanne's entire body press up against his own, Cassian resisted the urge to wrap one arm about his shoulders and just run his free hand through her hair. As much as he would have been happy to do that (especially since he was still feeling slightly groggy), he knew it wasn't what she wanted. She wanted something more exciting, and as he felt her soft lips press against his neck, Cassian found that what he couldn't resist was allowing a small groan to float into the night air. That was one of his soft spots.

What he also wanted, was to hear things from her own lips directly. "What did you come here for, Roxie?" He whispered into her ear, fingers sliding from her hair to brush teasingly down her spine.

[roxanne]

"What do you think?" she whispered into his ear, kissing his neck gently again and pausing only to speak, "Hottest boy in Hogwarts. I couldn't sleep for thinking about you..." she lied easily and giggled throatily against him. "I kept imagining those talented hands of yours... wanting them all over me." She groaned as the aforementioned hands slid down her back. She was wearing a simple dress, skintight and midnight blue, and every touch transferred through it as though on her skin.

She grasped at his shirt impatiently as he teased her, not entirely sure what she wanted, but wanting it now. Her hands stole up his chest to hold his face and she raised her head to capture him in a kiss. Gentle at first, teasing, taunting, but it soon became different. Strangely searching. She bit his lower lip lightly and giggled again.

[cassian]

Even though Roxanne was purring these lies in his direction, it was definitely feeding Cassian's ego. He'd always thought of himself as a pretty desirable young man. His thoughts were backed up by the names of a few pureblooded witches who had spent the night in his bed, or locked themselves in a broom closet with him. He was not, however, nearly as sexually promiscuous as Roxanne seemed to be. Despite having an extremely large appetite for person of the opposite sex, Cassian liked to think of himself as a little bit too classy to turn into a complete manwhore.

He smirked as Roxanne tugged at his shirt. He could tell she was growing a bit more antsy than before. As much as he wanted to continue teasing her, Cassian knew that she would always ending up getting in the last tease. He found himself silently wondering if it was because he secretly wanted her to tease him.. but he tried not to put too much thought into it. Cassian would like to think he was better than that.

As their lips touched, Cassian couldn't help but groan into it, his arms now snaking about Roxanne's waist. There was a soft gasp when she bit his lip, but he slowly pulled them both into an upright position. His fingers slid over to that zipper on the back of her dress, casually toying with it.

[roxanne]

Roxanne smiled against Cassian’s lips as he drew them both upright without breaking their kiss. Typical, she thought, and raked her nails down his back as she began to explore his mouth with her tongue. She moaned impatiently as his hands played about her waist and with the zipper at the back of her dress. It was delightful. She drank in his sleepy scent and gave another little purr of pleasure. This was more like it.

Her dancer’s flexibility allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist without too much difficulty and she let herself grind against him just enough to drive him slightly mad. That would teach him to tease her. She slipped her soft hands under his t-shirt and rested them against his warm form, tracing his muscular outline. It had been long enough since they’d been together than Roxanne was extracting a large amount of pleasure from the pure novelty of him. There was something about his dark skin and deep eyes that made her a little crazy with desire. Next to him, her skin was positively ghostly, she thought, comparing in the dim lighting. She nibbled his earlobe cheekily and tugged at his t-shirt to suggest he might want to divest himself of the offending garment.

[cassian]

Roxanne was so intoxicating.. everything about her. Her scent, her touch, and more than anything else, her smile. As her petite frame began to grind down against his body, Cassian found it increasingly difficult to hide back a soft grown of pleasure from escaping into the darkness of the room. He didn't want to wake his room mate, but he also didn't want to pause their movements in order to dig his wand out of his night stand to cast a silencing charm about the bed. And so, in order to distract his voice, Cassian leant forward and pressed soft lips to the silky flesh of Roxanne's neck. He applied light pressure across her collar bone, running his tongue along in soft teasing strokes, fingers finally giving in and pulling the zipper down on Roxanne's offending dress.

He paused for a moment as her hands began to impatiently tug at his shirt, hips raising into her body ever so slightly at the sensation of her teeth upon his ear lobe. "Patience.." Cassian brought his lips forward to Roxanne's ear, practically purring that word into it like honey. The Slytherin male wanted to savor every moment he had with her, especially now that it'd been a while since they'd last been in bed together. Rushing was not Cassian Zabini's style.

Sliding his hands up Roxanne's back, he let his fingers linger across her shoulders for a moment before slowly beginning to peel down the straps of her dress. He wasn't about to allow her to have to way just yet. For now, Cassian's shirt would remain on his body.