Waiting for You, Stranger

She heard him call out to someone and she turned to look to him. He seemed to think that someone was calling his name. She grinned a little and then reached down, swigging more firewhiskey. She could feel herself relaxing and she knew it- she was thoroughly sloshed. She let out a small groan, leaning back and slipping slightly, bumping into Damien. "sor-"

But he dropped his arm against hers and did not move away. "-ry," she said, staring at his arm. She turned to look up at him. Oh. So he was drunk too.. Ah, well.. That was fun then. She let out a small sigh and her head fell against his shoulder as she closed her eyes. She felt her bottom lip slip farther out than her top lip. "Why don't you like me?" she said in a quiet voice.

Now that he has gotten drunk, it would be all about the sensations now, and no motivation to think twice. Usually, Damien would be more resistant to losing control. But just today, he desired some difference. Vaguely, Damien felt a little of vision clear, though his head did not. A girl with red hair, and a bottle of firewhiskey. And ... somehow, in a whirl of a moment, he found that the girl had settled against him. Damien wanted to ask for more firewhiskey, but the girl spoke. It took some couple of moments for him to register what she had said. Still, Damien was in too much of a stupor to remember, with clarity, who this girl next to him was.

"Who doesn't like you?" he answered in a slur. The boy's head slumped against the girl's temple. Damien tried to shift so that he did not rest his entire weight on this someone. There was something here that smells good though. Damien had always associated people to smells that he sniffs off them. Although this one was foreign, he felt himself drawn to it. He began to lean closer and closer. "Mmmuhmmmmff", he muttered something too incoherent to make out. So this is what it feels like to be drunk, a part of his mind could actually comprehend that.

"It's dark," he announced, suddenly staring up at the ceiling, getting a view of the entire space in the shack. "Nobody home?" he directed the question to his companion.

"You don't like me," she said, though he could have fooled her. He was leaning against her now, remaining incredibly close to her. She set the bottle of alcohol between their thighs, so that of either of them wished to take a drink, it was easily accessable. "You don't," she repeated, though he had moved closer and was not trying to move away now.

She sighed but caught the end of his sentence. She pondered it over and then tilted her head to look up at him, squinting as she did, thinking carefully. Was he reallly that relaxed, or was she just so advanced she immediately lept to that? She smiled saying, "Nope. All alone." She blinked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Why, what do you have in mind?" She smirked.

(sorry for terrible length. I got a new computer and I'm adjusting to the keyboard. Makes me go painstakingly slow.)

Damien spotted the bottle of firewhiskey that Roxanne had set on the ground. Smirking in his stupor, he reached for it and began to gulp from it again. If he was going to get drunk, he wanted the extreme of it. The whiskey never seemed to end. He drank but there was still somemore, and he continued to drink. It burnt his throat but he did not care. Damien could only make out some of the girl's words.

The boy set the bottle down after awhile before taking it up again. This time, though, his hand brought it to Roxanne's lips. "Have some, baby." Damien began in an encouraging, but flirtatious tone of voice. Gryffindor who? He had nothing of that sort of thoughts in his mind.

Damien had continue to smirk upon the girl's last question. Oh, he had a lot in mind. It was only a matter of whether he could express them or not. "Fun," he said, after awhile. "I've fun in mind," he continued. "Come play with me?" It was a mockingly childish question that Damien effected along with the cheeky look in his eyes now, as if he was asking Roxanne to play with his wizard figurines, but probably meaning something else.

Roxanne managed to drown out the rest of her upset thoughts with the firewhiskey he brought up to her lips for her, making her giggle as she reached up a hand to help steady the bottle. she gulped down more and more before taking the bottle in both of her hands and easing it from his grip. "Mine," she teased between gulps.

Suddenly though, no more liquor poured into her mouth, depriving her tongue and throat of the delicious, savory liquid that was assisting her mind in escaping relaity. She sheld it up, tipping it upside down to see one singular drop slip out, which she caught on her tongue. She pouted. "All gone." She set the bottle on its side and rolled it away from her until it landed agaisnt a wall.

She turned her attention back to Damien, smirking at his words- that was more like it. those kind of thoughts were the thoughts she had been aiming for when she had decided to get Damien drunk. She turned so she was facing him, crossing her legs and plopping her hands onto her lap, tilting her head appealingly. "I've already asked you to play," she reminded. She smiled invitingly, a devilish grin on her face, welcoming him.

Damien had watched the girl's antics. Perhaps if he was sober he would have scowled at them. So many principles he fought to hold to, though for what reason, he has yet to question. Now, though, he found it cute, grinning a little as he watched the girl pout. He did not know why though. His eyes and his mind could register certain things, but the firewhiskey ensured that they cannot comprehend all. He did, however, hear something clank against the wall, not too far from him.

His eyes began to blaze now. Not with anger, though, but with eagerness. Damien had realized, by now, that he is alone somewhere with a girl, also from somewhere. And he felt some natural stirrings within him, egging him to lean close enough to the girl that he can smell her breath. All firewhiskey in that breath though. It suited him fine.

The boy had brought himself close, but stopped himself from pressing against the girl. It was as if he had offered himself to her instead of being the one who wanted to take whatever she could offer. Well, at least that is his current stance. "You first, red hair." He suddenly noticed the girl's striking red hair but made no connection with how that would identify her as. He merely called that out as if it was her name. "What should I call you?" He asked in a playful tone.

Roxi grinned as he brought himself closer and she took vthis chance to memorize the details of his face, though these details would only come back in vague thoughts and scrambled characteristics. She drank in his dark, bottomless eyes that were twinkling with mischief, his sharp handsome features, his pointed ears that she found absolutely perfect.

He asked her to make the first move- being a gentleman or was he nervous? Alcohol or no, he was a teenaged boy, and when actually confronted with such a situation- alone with a girl your age who was willing to mess around- she found that they often froze up and were even more awkward and charming that they were when they were sober.

She felt her hand touch his knee and rest there, while her other one alighted to rest against his chest, tilting her head. She smiled widely, eyes twinkling and her eyes dancing all over his face, pausing to stare at his lips before making their way back to his eyes. Her hand on her chest curling her fingers so she held a fistful of his shirt in her thin fingers. "Whatever you want," she said rogueishly, before pulling him closely, her lips enveloping his.

Truth be told, Damien never made the first move. His pride often deterred him from doing things he does not have sufficient confidence in. It was like that all the way for the first and only girl he had been with. And now, it would seem, with this girl too. He actually could not believe his luck. Damien has been suffering from quite a bit of a dry spell ever since that girl left him. And a teenage boy like him, hormones and all ...

Damien's heart began to thump violently against his chest. He felt himself moan inside already with her simple touches on his knee and on his chest. Damien never fancied younger girls. It was always girls his age, or older. Perhaps he was too used to the company of older girls, but he always fancied the initiative and confidence they possess, rather than the ignorance and innocence of a girl who is too young and inexperienced. In a strange way, Damien likes to be taken. Strange, for a guy; or boy, for that matter.

He felt as if his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Roxanne had engulfed him in her kiss, and Damien felt all his hormones rushing to that place of their contact. He felt idle with his hands. He wanted to do something, or touch someone. But he did not know where to go. However, he returned the girl's kiss with eager ferocity, possibly a little too rough caused by his sudden burst of enthusiasm.

"Mmmppphh", he began to moan very softly. He wanted more, and all, now. Damien reached for the girl's hair, grabbed some of it gently, and brought her face even closer to his so that it was pressed even harder against his. The firewhiskey, however, still messed with his head, and Damien felt his body sink lower towards the ground for lack of stength to support it.

Ah, inexperience always presented itself in the form of enthusiasm. She felt herself smirk into the kiss as he began returning the kiss. She began to adjust during the kiss, moving so she was sitting on his lip as she kissed him back, the inside of each of her thigh pressing against his legs as she reached up to cup his face with her hands.

She let her hands fall, reaching to grab his and she led them to her, bringing one of his hands to the front of her shirt and helping him slip the other arm around her waist. Now that that was taken care of, she hoped he could figure the rest out on his own. She slipped her hands up, threading her hands into his incredibly soft hair, messing it up a little as she deepened the kiss. She wished she could say the drink had been affecting her- but Damien had always been incredibly appealing to her and she had definitely been working up to this.

Damien did not think about how much he was giving away, or could be giving in to. This girl suddenly has all the right effects on him. She smells good, she was on him and he liked that he could not escape from under her, not that he wanted to at this point.

As Roxanne straddled him, Damien let her grab his hands, which she brought to where he had wanted to touch her the most - her chest. The boy could not help but to settle both hands at her waist first as he brought his head up to snuggle against the girl's chest, his favorite part of a girl. He took in the smell, the tenderness, and the warmth of that area, kissing her there, even as her shirt still deterred him from her flesh. This was progress for him already.

"Mmmphhh ... So good" half-moaning and half-mumbling, Damien commented on how Roxanne was making him feel. He had always liked to have his head cradled, mummy issues or not, he could not care. Damien explored the girl's mouth thoroughly now, with his tongue. His hands began to make their way up from her waist.