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Post by Scotty Kovac on Dec 9, 2009 15:43:17 GMT 1
It took what felt like ages but sure enough Fin kissed back and Scotty couldn’t help but smile as their mouths moved together. It never occurred to him that she might have been more than a little shocked at his unexpected move; he automatically assumed it was just slow processing because of the near-lethal amounts of liquor they’d consumed. It also never occurred to him that what he was doing was wrong. The parts of the boy’s brain that normally told him to stop what he was doing when he crossed some sort of boundary were drowning in quality brand firewhiskey and that pang of guilt in his gut Scotty dismissed as yet another side-effect of the alcohol.
Like Fin he too closed his eyes as they kissed, his drunken brain skipping to the conclusion that it was really Vivian and not one of his best friends. The passion the girl kissed back with made him groan with pleasure and kiss back all the more demandingly. Instinctively one of Scotty’s hands moved to the nape of Fin’s neck, making it easy to bring her closer to him. Once he had done so, the boy’s lips moved down to where her neck met her shoulders. ”I think we should find somewhere a little bit more private,” he slurred in between kisses.
Already his breathing had grown harsh and quick, his heart pounding with need and want. Gently –as gently as someone totally legless could manage anyway- Scotty ran his fingers through Fin’s soft dark hair as he broke off kissing for the moment. He regarded her through hazy eyes and put a hand on her cheek. The parts of him that were currently trying to yell at him to stop wanting to do what he was thinking through copious amounts of liquor were once again ignored as he kissed her one last time, got up and then led her out of the kitchens.
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Post by Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie on Dec 9, 2009 16:48:21 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2yotog1.png,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/9prvw0.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] There wasn't really any thought of an afterlife for Fin, she figured when you died, you died. Kaput, you were gone. However, that being said, if their drinking had gone from near lethal to full on lethal, she was happy to admit she was wrong and there was a heaven because this was it. Scotty was kissing her and she was kissing him back. She couldn't get over it, she really couldn't. How long had they been friends? How long had she wanted him? She had spent so long getting a hold of herself, mentally telling herself it could never be... and yet here they were. It was surreal, it was fuelled by alcohol but it was happening.
Feeling his hand on the back of her neck, Fin let him move her where he wanted. Her lips felt wrong when he stopped kissing her, a fleeting moment of panic, thinking he'd realised what he was doing and regretting it already. Then his lips pressed against her skin again, her head resting against his as he kissed her neck and shoulder. This was perfect, it couldn't get better than this. ~I think we should find somewhere a little bit more private~ Fin felt her mouth go dry, her heart leap up into her throat making it hard to breathe, okay... so -now- it was perfect, -now- it couldn't get any better.
She couldn't muster any words, her brain wouldn't form any and her mouth wouldn't have been able to pronounce them anyway! Instead, she did the only thing she could think of, murmuring some sort of agreement sound. She was happy enough he had kissed her, but the ideas that swam through her head linked with 'somewhere a little bit more private' made her entire body turned to jelly, not helped when he ran his fingers into her hair. Sure, it might not have been the most gentle motion, but she was drunk too, and that had a numbing effect on her, so she didn't feel anything bar his pulling his lips away. Damn him, she liked it!
Seeing him look at her, Fin suddenly felt incredibly exposed and naked. Her body begged to recoil, her shoulders curving round slightly causing her to shrink away for a moment. That was until he took her face in his hand, his fingers brushing the heated skin on her blushing cheeks. She paused a moment, that tension filled moment, sparks igniting the space between them. She didn't care about people, she was sick of getting hurt. She wasn't this girl... but she loved him, as a friend and more. She had never felt happier than she did right now, not in years. Relaxing, she smiled at him, nuzzling against his hand for a second, her eyes shutting as she tried to memorise what his hand against her cheek felt like. Kissing him was so natural, it felt so right and she didn't want it to end, not until she realised he was ready to leave.
As he stood, she followed, walking behind him as they left the kitchen. Her hand moved down his arm, smoothing over his sleeve until she could link her fingers with his. Moving through the corridors of the school, Fin felt incredibly giddy and she was pretty damn sure it wasn't just the alcohol. She couldn't believe this, her grin couldn't be swiped off of her face. She literally couldn't take her eyes off him, gazing up at him like a love sick puppy. She didn't know it was possible but he was possibly more attractive than ever. It was the way the candlelight hit his face, the sense of urgency around him as they wound through the corridors. She figured they'd go to a broom cupboard, somewhere she had been with a few guys before, but as they continued walking, Fin saw broom cupboard after broom cupboard fly past them. |
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Post by Scotty Kovac on Dec 9, 2009 17:05:08 GMT 1
As the two of them wound through the corridors Scotty’s pace got more urgent. Even in his drunken stupor he knew where he was leading the girl on his arm but he just wanted to hurry up and get there. His thoughts were very much on less than pure things so the place he was headed should most certainly be amply equipped for what he had in mind. Well all the boy wanted was a comfortable bed, nothing too kinky –he giggled at the thought.
They were getting close, Scotty knew it and his heart raced in anticipation. Just when he thought he wouldn’t be able to take it anymore a great oak door loomed out of nowhere at the end of the corridor they were striding through. ”Come on, in here,” the boy whispered excitedly, gripping Fin’s hand tightly. He’d found it, even off his face, he’d found the Room of Requirement and boy did he require it. ”I can’t believe I found it,” he giggled, turning to face Fin.
Still she looked like Vivian to Scott so he had no qualms about taking her head in his hands and kissing her deeply. He felt no remorse for guiding her to the bed or for fiddling with her clothes with his nimble fingers. Again his lips wandered from hers to settle on the curve of the neck and shoulders. Scotty wanted who he thought was his girlfriend and the more he thought about it the more is breath hitched. Again, like in the kitchens, he stopped kissing Fin to look at her with pure drunken lust in his eyes. ”I want you,” is all he whispered.
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Post by Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie on Dec 9, 2009 18:09:39 GMT 1
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I'll tell you something,I am a wolf but [/color] I like to wear sheep's clothing............ Oh he was good. Why had Fin never thought of the room of requirement!? Probably because the guys she'd done anything with weren't the kind of guys she wanted it to last with and definitely not the kind of guys she wanted to cuddle up with afterwards. Broom cupboards were fine for rough, quickies, but this was Scotty, this was the guy that had plagued her dreams and tortured her waking moments for god alone knew how long. Giggling in unison with Scott, Fin felt a sense of pride for him, his own delight being infectious. She checked the way, making sure no one was watching before she hurried through the oak door and waited to hear it close.
Even in her little daydreams, Scotty had never been that caring. The way he took her head in his hands, the way he kissed her so deeply and tenderly. This was really something she could get used to. Sure, it wasn't likely they'd get serious, become boyfriend and girlfriend, but that was fine with Fin. She didn't want that attachment, but she would be more than happy to have him kiss her like that every once in a while. She mentally beat herself for not making a move sooner now she knew what she was missing. For that very reason, she let him lead her to the bed, her own fingers working his clothes as he did hers. It was clumsy, but they were both drunk and didn't really noticed the other's inability to do simple tasks easily. As Scotty moved to kiss the skin on her neck, Fin finally managed to grip the bottom of his top, tugging it gently up. Seeing an opening when he pulled back to look at her, Fin pushed the top up higher up his body, only stopping when his whisper made her entire body stop. ~I want you~ It was like every single molecule froze and waited to see what she would do, like her throat turned into a hand and gripped the breath that wanted to leave her. A moment of nothing, of silence and stillness, then Fin pulled his top over his head and kissed him, hard. "I want you too..." She murmured against his lips, her hands moving across the bare skin she'd revealed, exploring the body she'd waited to touch.
<< FADE TO BLACK >>
Fin felt like shit, her body hurt and something wasn't right. Damn hangover. And damn it to Hell, whose bed was she in this morning? Oh God, just let him be... SHIT! Fuzzy memories flooded back to the Hufflepuff as her eyes flew open, her head turning to see if her memories were true or just a really vivid dream. Nope, there was Scotty, sleeping right next to her. Okay, okay... so maybe they just slept? Curled up together in the room of requirement because they couldn't get into each other's dorms and just wanted some company? Nice try, but no. Fin's eyes travelled down, lifting the covers ever so slightly. Crap, she was naked. It had happened. Shit.
Now, Fin wasn't exactly regretful it had happened, she had wanted it, but she was filled with this horrific dread, what if the friendship changed? They'd been drunk, she was fine with that. That being said, he did smell really good, and when was this chance ever going to come up again? Biting on her lip, Fin faked she was still asleep, stretching a little and curling into him, sliding her arm around his waist. She could deal with this when they were both conscious, now she just wanted to relish it. ............
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Post by Scotty Kovac on Dec 10, 2009 4:49:56 GMT 1
By the time Scotty woke up he wished he was still asleep. He tried desperately to drift off again, to escape the pounding in his head and the churning in his gut, but it was those things that kept him awake. As he lay, eyes firmly shut, he tried to remember what he’d done last night but it was all a haze. Damn he’d drunken way too much and as he became more and more conscious be began to take note of what he could feel around him.
There was someone curled up next to him, a girl by the feel of it (he hoped). Automatically the boy assumed it was his girlfriend because he wouldn’t be lying in bed totally naked with anyone else. So he’d stumbled to the Hog’s Head and slept with Viv, damn he wished he could remember it. ”Morning Vi-“ Scotty stopped midsentence as he opened his eyes. That wasn’t Viv, it was Fin! Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, what had he done?
Instantly he rolled out of bed, cursing and swearing never to drink again. The feeling of guilt and regret was already gnawing away at him. ”Jesus, prcati. What have I done?” the boy moaned and swore in Croatian as he pulled on his pants. Maybe this was all some hangover induced nightmare and he’d wakeup any second to find that he was either in bed with Viv, passed out in the kitchens and not in the Room of Requirement after sleeping with his best friend.
He had no idea what to say to Fin, what could he say? There was probably something appropriate but the boy couldn’t think of it because of an internal melt down. Scotty was freaking out and all he wanted to do was get the hell out of the room as quick as possible. He knew he had to tell Vivian, it would be worse if he tried to keep this gargantuan mistake secret. The boy needed to be alone, to have time to think and punch something. Anger was quickly taking hold of him now that he knew he’d royally fucked up his relationship with the girl he loved.
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Post by Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie on Dec 13, 2009 14:41:41 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2yotog1.png,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/9prvw0.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Just lying there, curled up next to Scotty, Fin felt happy. She couldn't remember the last time she had actually felt close to this, not since she'd changed at least. She was content here, things seemed to make sense and everything that bothered her disappeared. The pull that she usually felt in the mornings to drink or smoke her hangover away wasn't there, not when there was the choice of curling up with him. She had drifted back off to sleep, all warm and cosy against his skin, her breathing growing slower again as her mind replayed the night before, unlocking the blank spaces in her unconscious state.
She woke a little as he bid her good morning, then jolted into full consciousness as he half rolled, half leapt out of the bed. Shit. Fuck and shit. And a damned side order of bollocks with that. Suddenly her warm fuzzy feeling was gone, replaced with a sickening feeling in her stomach as he swore and voiced his regret at what had happened. Fin snatched up the covers and drew them up to cover herself as she watched him pull his pants on. So... last night, it hadn't meant anything? He hadn't...? He'd told her he wanted her... and she'd believed him. She'd let her guard down. She thought he'd really wanted her and now she felt truly stupid.
More than that, she hurt. Not just mentally, but it manifested into a physical hurt. Her chest ached, so much so that it was hard to breathe, she felt like she was going to throw up. She couldn't show him that though, she could feel her defences growing, her expression remaining blank though her eyes became glassy with the tears she was desperately holding back. Worse still, the hurt, the embarrassment, the disappointment, it was all churning inside her, mixing into a bad combination that equalled anger. Sure, she was angry at Scotty for what he'd said, how he'd reacted, but she was more angry at herself. She had let this happen, she had finally opened up to him, finally let someone close enough, let herself care, properly care, for someone, and she'd let herself get hurt again. She was stupid, so fucking stupid. Of course he wouldn't have changed how he felt. If he'd been interested he would have shown it before, other nights they'd been drunk, fuck.
Clambering out of the bed, Fin grabbed up her clothes, not bothering to throw on her underwear, just getting the majority of her clothes on, her top, her trousers, her shoes. Her bra, pants and socks got thrown in her bag which she pulled onto her shoulder. Running her hands through her hair, taming the locks that had become wild through last night's sexcapades, Fin headed for the door, "Apparently you fucked up, big time." It was half muttered, half snapped... but even she couldn't stop her voice from cracking. Kicking the door open, Fin was a tempest of emotion as she moved into the corridor. This was not good, this hurt way too much. Had it been that horrific waking up next to her? Was she that big a mistake? Once she was a safe distance from the room of requirement, Fin slipped into one of the broom cupboards, curling up on the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees. She couldn't breathe. Her eyes stung, her hand moving to swipe at the tears that tumbled onto her cheeks. How could she had been so stupid? She couldn't do this. She couldn't deal with this, seeing him and knowing... |
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