Waiting for You, Stranger

Roxi knew she was doing everything right- and that was why she was doing everything that she was doing. She knew how to get a boy worked up, and no matter how superior he thought he was, Damien was no exception. She smirked knowing just how pleased he was and rather pleased herself- she would say she had certainly changed his mind.

She put a hand against the couch and pushed them away from the couch, so she was free to lay Damien down, her legs hooking around his as her lips mets his again, before trailing her mouth down to his neck. She bumped the couch and one of the long sheets slipped off, landing on the back of her leg. She let her hands wander down to his shirt, beginning to unbutton it. She smiled up at him, releasing him from her attack of kisses. "Ready for the main attraction?" Her lips attacked his again.


Roxi really never ran out of steam, so even now, when it was all said and done, she continued to lightly kiss Damien's neck, her hand rested on his chest. She looked up at him, plucking at the sheet that had managed to get wound around them. "So," she said, a smirk on her face. "Did you ever decide on what to call me?"

It was a blur of activity, in his head, on his body, everywhere to him. He had never felt so good before because he had felt his head spin and get taken on a ride, aided by the firewhiskey of course. He had done it sober before, never like this. After he was done, and spent, Damien concentrated on the ceiling. Much of his vision had cleared after his last moment of ecstasy. He still felt dazed, though, as the alcohol had only started it's gradual fade.

The boy felt movements on him. First a kiss on his neck, then someone shifting at his chest. He looked down and sighed with a mix of pleasure and confusion. Nearing to the end of their act, Damien had realized who it was that he was intimate with. Despite that, he was so into it that he did not stop. Still, he refused to admit to himself that the girl had won.

Damien did not push Roxanne off like he knew he should. Instead, he let her rest on him and watched her face as she began to talk. He did, however, try to avoid looking at her smirk. Frowning a little as he tried to make out the relevance of the girl's question, Damien assumed they had probably dished out pet names during that intimate act.

"Weasley baby. It rhymes, doesn't it?" Damien offered jokingly. After what had ensued, and in the privacy of the shack, he could do with some decent conversation, he figured. "But only when you're pleasing to me". Suddenly, Damien thought about what Georgia would think about what happened. Damien had always dismissed acknowledging Roxanne despite having met her and Georgia Wheelbarrow on their very first train ride to Hogwarts about four years ago. Georgia had maintained the friendship and Damien had disagreed with that. Now, though, be broke it for a moment of lust? Damien decided that keeping this from his Slytherin best friend would be the best thing to do.

[changing the story a bit from earlier abt not knowing Rox, given our recent development. ]

Roxi tilted her head, pushing herself up and resting on one elbow, resting her chin on his shoulder so she could look up at him, her brown eyes wide and inocennet; irony... He did not seem so eager anymore, and that was not what Roxi wanted, in the least. She offered a small smile at his pet name for her and said, "That works."

At his other words, she felt that gleam rise in her eyes, pushing herself up again, her arms straight. She stood above him, smiling down at him, a red curtain falling on either side of them, curtaining them off for the rest of the world, not that there was anybody to be shielded from seeing as they were still completely and utterly alone.

"Well then," she said, "I'm going to have to please you more often." She quirked one of her eyebrows before lowering herself again, her lips brushing his, while one of her hands reached around his neck, her thumb resting against his neckline. She stretched out her hand, slipping into the hair at the back of his neck, grinning widely as she kissed him.

She was intent on keeping him interested.

Damien wanted to pur at Roxanne's touch, appreciating her the places on him that she was touching - all of them, the right ones. But no, he did not pur. That would have, in his opinion, sunk him to a new low in keeping up with appearances and his dignity. Pity the house rivalry, he almost felt attached right there and there when they were looking into each others' eyes. Then again, he would soon learn that he would attach himself to whoever he sleeps with, a little of himself, at least.

Damien found himself staring a little too long into Roxanne's eyes, and broke away as swiftly as he realized. He determined that if he was going to be intimate with her, he could at least take a leaf out of Kendall's book and toy with her unemotionally instead. He should at least, try to do it. Damien reached for Roxanne's waist and cupped his left hand just above her bum, letting it rest there.

"Do you do this all the time? With Slytherin boys?" Damien wondered how many others had felt what he had felt just a moment ago, feeling like just another one on the girl's list. This sure feels unreasonable, he thought. She was supposed to be a Gryffindor, and from what he has heard about the Weasleys, nothing like who she happens to be. Or so he thought.

He was staring at her, looking into her eyes, not breaking the contact and Roxi felt a shiver going through her body. What was this? Typically, when she fooled around- which was admittedly less than she acted like and others embellished- both parties had sort of decided on no emotion, though she pushed the boundaries with snuggling and kissing. But Damien was staring at her in a way the others had not, in a way that made it seem like it had mattered.

He broke eye contact and her own eyes swept over, looking at his ears and smiling slightly- she adored his ears. He asked her a question, pulled her a little closer and resting his hand on her arse, a welcome gesture to her. She kept herself propped up with one hand and her other came to rest against his cheek, before she twirled a lock of his hair with a finger.

Typically, she would have lied and roguelishly talked about how she had long lost track of her lays, but the alcohol had created more honesty in her than she wanted to admit and that way he had looked at her made her not want to lie to him. "No," she said quietly. "I've fooled around, but not nearly as much as the rumor mill says I do." She rubbed her thumb against his jawline, smiling down at him.

Damien felt a little unhappy at himself. He had allowed this to happen, and then that stare happened. What could it mean? He blamed it on his body, who is still having a positive response towards Roxanne. It allowed her to snuggle, and it snuggled back. It basically approved of her touch, though his mind was beginning to disapprove again.

What now? Damien thought, hoping that the girl would not issue some demands now after she has effectively pleasured him. He realized also that she now has some sort of blackmail material against him. He could deny though, but from what he had learnt in life, the truth always somehow managed to get out. There were spells to take care of that though. Damien pondered, but could not bear to really use it against Roxanne. She seems so ... he stopped himself.

Slightly nodding at her reply, Damien offered out loud, but really for himself: "Well I hope the rumor mill does not get a hold of this, Weasley." Damien had to force every part of his body to obey him, to sit up now. He felt it protest, felt it desire more for Roxanne, but he needed to control it. Love had always been a powerful spell, but no one told him how lust was second.

Because Roxanne was lying on his chest, Damien pulled Roxanne up with him when he sat up, his hand cupped at her waist. He let a few moments of silence slip by before realizing he was still holding her. Slightly embarrassed, Damien cleared his throat and reluctantly removed his hand. "Are you heading somewhere else after this?" He asked in a lame fashion after searching his brain for something to say.

She smiled slightly at the thought, wondering what would happen if people find out. Personally, she would not mind too much. Damien was a step up from some of the guys who claimed to sleep with her, and like she said- he was definitely a catch. She really would not mind the jealous looks girls gave her or the more serious was the boys would. She also would not mind people wondering.. always wondering.. where were they now?

She had a feeling Damien would be less appreciative, given his archtypal 'Gryffindors suck, must flee' attitude that he seemed to carry with pride. She was still intent on convincing him otherwise, eventually. That old rivalry was old pat, no one thought about it anymore. Gryffindors and Slytherins were the horniest of all the houses. They needed each other. That's just the way thigns were.

"I know people. I help control the rumor mill," she informed him, grinning up at him. He sat up and their back touched the couch. Roxi began to pull her undergarments on- no matter how confident she seemed, there was the question of modesty. She got her underclothes on when she felt his hand slip away from her body, causing her to look up at him.

She knew she had said it could be a one time thing, but she was finding she had enjoyed Damien's company a little too much. Maybe it was just a matter of they had lost touch and she was wondering what they could have been had they not, but she was feeling oddly sentimental, in a way she usually did not. She shrugged at his words, wishing he was near her again, and said, "Not really. I have a late curfew and I really had no plans." She offered a small smile.

He cocked an eyebrow when the girl responded about the rumour mill. Damien had never pegged Roxanne for someone with influence. Well, he never pegged much of anyone besides Slytherins as people of influence. Not saying anything in return, Damien felt his eyes slide down to the girl's naked body, taking one lingering last look when Roxanne began to clothe herself again. He thought about how it had been with Pricilla Cuffe, and inevitably compared a little, now that he had slept with another girl other than his first love. Damien could not remember much about this one besides that it had felt like a gush of water to his dry spell. He loved the alcohol for that. He felt, too, some level of healing for his ego.

When Damien became more conscious about his nakedness, he looked around for where his clothes had landed earlier. Spotting his boxer-briefs, he reached out for it and began to put them on while still sitting on the floor. He had to wriggle a little to fit himself comfortably into it. Then he grabbed his pair of white dress pants, which had a spot on it soiled, he noticed. Damien grabbed at the dirty part, his insides beginning to churn from the heavy consciousness of it. He really needed to learn how to keep his OCD under control. Breathing a little too heavily, the boy attempted to ignore the spot, pulling it over his knees and up.

Finally dressed, Damien nodded at Roxanne, wondering how things should go from here. With Pricilla, there would always be cuddling and sleeping. But he had loved that girl. Now, he merely felt awkward. He needed to be on his own as his thoughts about what had happened were beginning to attack him - a sign of growing sobriety.

"I guess I'll see you at school?" Damien began again, offering that in a rather weak tone of voice.

Roxi really did not like this sudden change of atmosphere, this sudden reminder that this had only happened because she had been craving some Slytherin and she had been trying to see what she could get him to do. Now that they had both satisifed their longing and lusting, she felt as though she had messed something up somehow. She did not know what it was, why it was so, or how they had managed to screw up whatever it had been, but she could sense that that was the case. Something had changed, that much Roxi knew to be fact.

He began to sress and she sighed slightly, reaching down to retrieve her own close, first pulling the bright yellow shorts, followed by the yellow striped tank top. She slipped on the long blue socks before yanking on her shoes and scrambling around, searching for the blue glasses that had ridden in atop her head. She found them and slipped them back atop her head before grabbing her bag, knowing she had a date with some of the drugs inside after this.

Damien spoke, more or less dissmissing her and one of the corners of her mouth twitched downwards as she realized this. They were still sitting, so she turned and rested a hand against his chest, kissing him one last time on the lips, her hand curling slightly to grab his shirt. She pulled away and her face searched his before she whispered, "Hopefully sooner." She stood up and strode out of the Shrieking Shack, running a hand though her hair.