Concave.

The peace and quiet of the Room of Requirement was almost intoxicating. Reclined in the soft, pliable leather of one of the chaise longs the room had conjured for her, Millie allowed her eyes to slide shut and her skin to breathe as the heat from the hearth of the fireplace licked at her skin and warmed the surface of it, bringing a scarlet hue to her cheeks. Her blonde hair was set in light curls around her shoulders, not by her doing but by the rain that had fallen in great swells upon the grounds. It was to the Room of Requirement where Millie fled knowing that it was not in her dormitory where she could peel off her soaking clothes and discard them so as to let every crevice of her body dry and warm to a temperature suitable for her winter-abused skin. It was soft to the touch and sensitive to even the most delicate of brushes. Her eyes were heavy with the fatigue the dismal weather had set into her bones and she gave into the temptation of it, allowing her eyes to slip shut and for her eyelashes to tickle her cheeks.

The room that had been conjured was an example of Gryffindor taste but there was a darker more gothic, ornate edge to it. The crimson and gold seemed far more muted than in the common room and there was a warmth about the place that was palpable, though not unpleasantly so. There were arm chairs upholstered in the finest of materials, carved from the most expensive of woods. The chaise longs looked to be decades, if not centuries old. The one Millie reclined upon was the one in direct view of the wide hearth that filled the room with its heat. It was there that she lay, her modesty far from protected for prying eyes, her mind dipping itself into the realm of dreams she’d resigned herself to in order to escape the burden reality and a certain amount of future placed upon her shoulders.

There was little light in the room, the majority of it coming from the hearth from the light of the dancing flames. There were a handful of candles lit, charmed to hang in the air but other than that there were thick curtains drawn over the tall windows the room had conjured to let in a suitable amount of light. It was in that trust of privacy that Millie had pulled away her sodden clothes and freed herself from its confines before draping herself over the chaise long. She knew it was there in the safety of the room that she could allow herself to relax. Once dry, she would consider the bubble bath that had been set out for her, soap and the like put on a table to the side of it. Then perhaps she’d indulge in the wine that was in racks around the room.

In time, she promised herself. Until then, she’d just rest.

Gisele was relieved that winter was coming to a close. Already the days were getting longer and the brown grass was getting the first hints of color back. There was no question that spring was her favorite time of year. All of the death and seeming depression of the last months melted away with the snow to give the illusion of a fresh start. Life had returned to Hogwarts. The oncoming season change had put Gis in to a sort of frenzy of excitement. Everything felt better. From the smell of her parchment to the pudding in the dining hall. It was in this natural high that Gisele found herself wandering the halls during her free block. She had taken to wandering up and down the corridors looking for new things to discover. Secret passages or really anything that she hadn't known about.

This might be perceived as a bit strange. Perhaps her teachers needed to give her more homework or she needed more friends or she just needed to keep her mind of of Krum. But whatever the reason (Gis didn't really care to think about it for too long) it brought her joy so she didn't question it. And today this mindless wandering paid off. As she was walking down the seventh floor corridor a door appeared. An unremarkable door. But a door that had not been there a few seconds before none the less. So naturally she opened it. Gisele was pretty sure her jaw dropped to the floor. This was definitely no room she had seen before. It was colored vaguely in the Gryffindor style and had a homey feel with the welcome addition of wine lining the walls. But the room was the side attraction compared to the person occupying it.

Millie. The girl looked absolutely and completely breathtaking lounged like that by the fire. The light bounced off her pale skin in inciting ways, drawing Gisele towards her like a homing light. Her trance was broken when the door slammed shut behind Gis. With this Millie sprung to look at her, Gisele having just enough time to compose herself to minimize the look of someone who has just been caught staring in a not very polite way. "Need some company?" Gisele asked with the kindest smile she could manage. Things hadn't been at their best with the two best friends lately. Gisele liked to blame it on Trenton, the horribly sexy girlfriend stealing Gryffindor who Millie had been seen so often with. But she was sure it was more than that. Maybe after all this time the two were just... growing apart. But friends or not the slight of her favorite Gryffindor was enough to make her stomach drop in a pleasant way. Millie looked absolutely beautiful. And that scared Gisele to no end.

The slip into dreams had been one of the easiest transitions in the world, it always had been. Her brows rose, uncreasing from the frown they’d fallen into. Her lips pursed, reddening ever so slightly and rising as if to kiss but falling and parting in the realisation that there was no one there. Her hands fell to her stomach, resting over the smooth skin that was almost like fabric to the touch. Her nails had gained length, elongating away from the boy-ish stumps she had stubbornly retained. She’d painted them not a few days before, colouring the surface in a rich scarlet that was stark against the milky pallor of her skin. Her hair had gained life in the spring sun that was shuddering through the chilly winter clouds. It had lost its dirty blonde edge, instead gaining a sumptuous glow of spun gold. Her eyes seemed only to deepen in colour, the icy blue depths having melted in the watery sunshine and pooling to a colour similar to that of the blue of the waterfall in the grounds mixed with the foam that bubbled and frothed at the base.

It was with these orbs of unfathomable deaths that she looked upon a brunette in the doorway, frozen as if in contemplation, her gaze betraying her desire. It did not occur to Millie to protect her modesty. Though she curled her legs behind her body, she made no move to shield herself from the dark gaze of her peer. There was unspoken communication heavy in the air between them. What Millie communicated, she did not understand but it was not her brain and her lips that were communicating with the brunette. No, it was her body that communicated its desires. Achingly almost, she found herself desperate for the touch of light, feminine hands. Her lips parted ever so slightly at Gisele’s words, her tongue leaving its moist crevice to wet the Cupid’s bow. Millie swept her legs away from their position on the chaise long and gestured a pale hand towards the emptied space, suggesting in her silence for Gisele to sit, to sit with her.

Millie eyed the pile of her clothes in the corner, draped carelessly across her shoes. She noted the differences between herself and Gisele, paying little attention to the physical ones and more to the clothing, or lack thereof on her part. Millie brought her hand up and lifted her index finger before curling it towards her, enticing Gisele ever forward. The paler girl reached for the hem of the dark-eyed girl’s shirt and looked up, the curiosity of what lay under shining in her eyes. “You’ll grow far too warm,” she excused her actions, her fingers dipping brazenly under her shirt to stroke the girl’s stomach.

OOC: Happy Birthday, Emmy! x

Millie knew her too well. She noticed everything, especially when Gisele was interested in someone. When she was interested in her. This happened more than Gisele was comfortable with. When they were younger it had just been for fun. But now.. there had been a shift in the winds. Gisele didn't understand the way her feelings had changed for her dear friend but she almost didn't want to know. Understanding would just make everything more confusing. Much better to just live in the moment. And absolutely everything about this moment was fine with Gis. It was if the world was moving in slow motion as Millie beckoned her closer. Everything about Millie was inviting Gis in. Those eyes, those lips, that perfect rosy skin. But there was something lying under that adorable smile that was making the Ravenclaw a bit nervous. Maybe it was just the way that Millie presented herself - making it obvious that she knew exactly what she was doing to Gis. But she pushed it aside and continued her walk across the room to her crafty lover.

Millie looked wonderful dressed like this. The sight of so much of her skin was enough to bring forth all of the feelings of desire that she found towards her friend. Being so close definitely confirmed Millie's suggestions of Gisele feeling suddenly warm. She sighed at the feeling of Millie's soft hand on her stomach. It was definitely a familiar touch, and one that Gis had missed over the last couple of weeks. Months. "Much to warm." She sunk into it gratefully and with delicate hands slid off her suffocating shirt. As she took in more and more of the room she could see Millie's taste clearly displayed over everything in sight. It was obviously her room through and through. Sinking backwards into the other end of the lounge she mused to Millie "This is the room of requirement, right? I've heard of it but I've never actually been. People come here to skip class." Smiling over at the Gryffindor she said "or to be alone." The lounge was small enough that their legs touched lightly. The more innocent and gentle of touches. But the anticipation of being so close, yet so simple filled Gis with an intangible warmth. It felt like second year again, when you brushed up against that particularly handsome sixth year in the hallway. Gis loved everything about this girl.

The candles seemed to lose their light but it was not a strain on Millie’s visibility. Her eyes drank in the sight before her as her hands brushed the blouse across Gisele’s back, the guise of taking it away allowing her wandering fingers to trace the curve of her buttocks. She released the shirt, letting it fall to the floor and slide away, heaping itself by one of the legs of the chaise long. Millie’s hands quivered, desperate to press against Gisele’s form. Her eyes, unsure of where to look, erratically danced from one side of her chest to the other, greedily lapping up the image before her. The swells of Gisele’s breasts that rose and fell with every breathy inhale and exhale seemed only to taunt Millie and the blonde found herself edging towards the girl, desperate to touch and to kiss what was laid out before her. The blonde did not know where to start. Gisele was something that needed to be savoured, not rushed. She was something that needed to be sampled thoroughly but at a pace that would not tire Millie before she had tasted every inch of skin; something that needed to be partnered with one of the fine wines stacked in the racks around the room. She was a delicacy, one Millie daren’t waste.

Millie closed her eyes momentarily when she felt the touch of Gisele’s skin against her own. A shudder tore through her torso and she bit down on her bottom lip, her hands burning with the desire she could barely contain within herself. She needed the feel of the girl’s silken skin under her palm. She thirsted for the touch of Gisele’s lips against her own. Millie wetted her lips with her tongue, her eyes darkening with desire she had given up trying to hold back. Millie rocked forward onto her hands and knees, her hair pooling on her shoulders and back. Millie walked along the chaise long, one hand coming to rest between her legs, the other coming up to the back of the chaise. “Not everyone comes here to be alone,” Millie murmured with a slight smile. “Some come here to meet in the most...” Millie dropped her eyes to Gisele’s chest again before slowly dragging her gaze up to meet Gisele’s. “...intimate of ways.”

She could see now that the look of desire on Millies face was not just in her head. The strawberry-blonde girl actually wanted her. She had the same look in her eyes that Gisele was sure was mirrored in her own. Gis remembered a long time - probably a year or so, when Millie had seemed to have no interest in her. They had been casual friends, close, but having others who were closer to confide in. Gis had been quiet back then, happy to live in the shadow of her brothers beauty. But Millie had always been loud, and she brought that side out in Gisele. One day in the their third year Millie had kissed her with no other explanation than "Just curious." It was then Gisele had realized that she had towards Millie weren't like other friends had. It was beyond the best friends that they had become. But Millie had kissed her first, so part of Gis believed that maybe she felt the same way too. Over the next year she realized Millie was literally 'just curious' and all feelings they shared were what could be considered 'normal' for two young girls. It was only for fun. 

Now, Gisele greedily took in the sight before her. The gentle rise and fall of her breasts, the soft sloping curves of her legs, the orange glow to her skin by the fire. It all just looked so.... delicious. Without even thinking Gis started leaning towards the other girl, desperate to close these last couple of feet between them. Leaning forward, she reached out her hand and gently stroked her fingers across Millies lips. "And what about you? Are you here to be alone.." she drew her hand back so it rested in midair, torn between returning to it's owner and unwillingness to leave Millie behind. With a slight turn of the head and a boarding on cocky smile, "Or are you waiting for someone? For if you wish to be alone I will leave you to your thoughts. But if you are waiting.." A pause. "You need not wait any longer." She openly leaned forward now. Millie only needed to lean forward too and their lips would be touching. It was a clear invitation. Come and take what's yours. 

The crystalline blue of Millie’s eyes glowed with the same amber that crackled and whipped in the hearth. Millie’s eyes were alight with the desire to touch, to kiss, to lick; alight with the desire to mark Gisele as her own. Millie’s fingers reached for the buckle of the belt threaded through the loops of Gisele’s shorts. She made short work of the loose buckle and gently tugged at the leather, pulling it through the loops before chucking it onto the floor, the metal landing with a loud thud against the wooden flooring. Millie’s eyes fell to the button and the zipper of the shorts, her fingers hovering patiently above the button before letting her hand fall to Gisele’s waist. Her fingers brushed against Gisele’s tan stomach and Millie brought her eyes back up to the blue, lacy material that encased her breasts. Millie’s lips parted slightly and she found herself moving closer to the dark haired girl, an act said girl mirrored and Millie’s eyes flicked upwards to meet Gisele’s as her hand slipped to rest over the front of Gisele’s shorts. Millie smiled a little, her breath quickening in anticipation as she heard but failed to register Gisele’s words. Millie gave a half-nod, hoping that was what Gisele wanted, before roughly covering Gisele’s lips with her own.

As Millie furiously began her assault on Gisele’s mouth, her hands began to wander the Veela’s body. Her fingers fumbled with the button and the zipper on the shorts but soon had the girl free from them, tugging them down her legs and lifting her lower body up to get the shorts over Gisele’s curvaceous arse. Millie’s hands came up and threaded in Gisele’s hair as she drew her closer. She broke the kiss momentarily, gasping in great gulps of air, before attaching her lips to the girl’s neck, her hands slipping lower in turn, reaching for the back of Gisele’s bra and unclasping it. She dragged the lacy bit of material guff away from the French girl’s body and sat back, her eyes falling to the Veela’s breasts. Millie’s eyes darkened further with the desire that had engulfed her and tossed the material away before reaching for Gisele again. Her lips met Gisele’s and her hands began to drift across the girl’s body until they reached their goal. Millie paused for a moment and pulled away from the girl a little. Millie searched Gisele’s eyes for any more hesitation before smirking and leaning forward again, mumbling across her lips, “Don’t mind if I do.”
From her ankle to her hairline, Millie peppered kisses across Gisele’s skin. Millie smiled contentedly at Gisele, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from the other girl’s face as she did so. The blonde licked her lips before rising from the chaise long, her hair falling from her shoulders to tickle her back. She glanced over her shoulder at Gisele and smiled cheekily in her direction before bending over to pick up her blouse. Millie straightened up again and slipped on the thin cotton shirt. She didn’t make much of a move to button it up, instead tugging her hair out from where it had caught between her back and the material and let it fall once more down her back.

Millie licked her lips idly and drank in Gisele’s form draped over the scarlet chaise long. Millie couldn’t help but smile appreciatively at the form before her. She let her hands fall from where they rested at the buttons of the shirt and she leant over, chest brushing Gisele’s, to press a kiss to the brunette’s lips. “What now, Gisele?” Millie inquired gently, teasingly, quirking an eyebrow at the brunette.”

A kiss. The most simple of things. It could be a terrible experience. But it's power could also be magnified to unimaginable levels. To the point where it had the ability to change the very fiber of your being. Millies kisses always had a special way of setting Gisele alight with desire. It was that feeling that they always talk about in the stupid romances. Where you're so consumed by the love for the other person that all the hate and hardship of the world falls away and all that is left is the two of you. Sure the whole thing sounded incredibly dramatic but come on. Gisele was sixteen year old. Let her have her fairytales while she was still young. 

Blissfully drowsy, Gisele was sprawled across the lounge. Some limbs hung off the sides, no longer caring about appearing graceful or elegant. In fact every bit of fiery lust had been driven out of her body, leaving her completely content. Millies soft kisses felt strangely distant and disconnected and she lay with her eyes closed replaying what had just happened. Already it felt like some wonderful dream. The more she thought of it the faster it slipped away from her. There was nothing else to do but live in this perfect, peaceful moment for however long time would allow. Gisele felt Millie leave their seat and move to pick up her clothes. Opening her eyes she contentedly watched the girl start to button the blouse. The return of clothing was to be expected but was still a bit disappointing because it meant this couldn't last. Before Gisele could miss her Millie returned. 

Gisele accepted the kiss with a smile. She slid her delicate hand over Millie's smooth stomach and let it wander, tracing the elegant curves of her waist. "What now, Gisele?" Her hand rested on Millies back, just under the loose cloth of her shirt. The Ravenclaw thought for a minute, locking eyes with her partner. Yes, that was the question. What to do. The wine and bubble bath looked amazingly inviting but It would be all too easy to return to their normal lives and pretend like this never happened. Just the thought made Giseles spirits drop. No, it would be better to stay here and make their limited time together last. Sitting up on her elbows she kissed Millies lips softly. Dipping her head ever so slightly she kissed her shoulder blade, moving slowly up her neck. When her lips reached the blondes ear she murmured "Let's take a bath." 

Honestly, nothing sounded better at that moment then sinking into the warm water and colorful soaps that the room had laid out for them in the corner. She was already sweaty and the fire made everything warmer. Even if Millie choose to leave her for the real world around now she would probably still choose to stay and indulge herself.