Succumbing to Desire

Ava had been sullen for days, barely able to lift a smile to anyone, and she knew exactly what the reason was. She hadn't seen her boyfriend, Philo, in days. Both were too preoccupied with work, and despite Ava looking for him wherever she went, she was never able to find him amongst the Hufflepuffs. Her ability to focus in class was fading, and her mood had severely plummeted. She'd had enough. She needed to see him, but finding the boy was almost impossible. When they had first met she had bumped into him in the oddest of places, but now they were dating he was nowhere to seen.

That was why Ava was wandering the halls after curfew, something she never did. She knew that Philo would be patrolling, and she wanted to surprise him. Her heart thumped in her chest at every sound as she walked, waiting for a teacher to find her. Ava hated getting into trouble, but the prospect of being with Philo drowned out her nerves with a shot of adrenaline. Her feet patted lightly on the ground, as silent as a ghost, as she darted through the shadows. A noise made her glance behind, her entire body jerking in fear. Her eyes scanned the deserted corridor and she sighed, silently scolding herself for being so paranoid. As she twisted back, she collided with something and felt her stomach plummet. She looked up, expecting a teacher, but instead she met a pair of dark, mesmerizing eyes.

Like drinking butterbeer, a warmth spread through her and she gave him an uncontrollable smile. He glanced at his watch, confused at her presence so late. She was barely able to answer, her mouth was dry and a shiver had slithered down her spine when he'd said her name. "I needed to see you," she replied quietly and pushed up, planting a gentle kiss on his mouth. Her lips burned as she pulled away, already craving another. She'd forgotten the effect he had on her. She couldn't stop staring at him, but felt oddly embarrassed at the same time and lowered her eyes, as if he could read her mind and could feel her surge of emotion. She brushed her fingers with his, not quite holding his hand. "I'm sorry, I know you're busy..." Ava muttered, checking around to make sure there was nobody watching them. Her attention zoned in on a door behind her, slightly ajar and displaying the brooms inside. A thought popped into her head which made her cheeks flame red. She turned back to Philo, biting her lip nervously. Ava felt exposed in the corridor, as if they could be caught at any moment, and they hadn't been alone in a long time. The Slytherin laced her fingers with his, "Do you want me to go?" She asked, but stepped back towards the broom cupboard, tugging him with her, hoping he'd understand her suggestion.

She had never been so aware of breathing in her life. Not just her breath, but Philo's too as he locked them in the cupboard. Each intake had shuddered from her lungs, and Ava had to put conscious effort into keeping it steady. It was fortunate that it was dark, as it meant the Hufflepuff couldn't see her shivering fingers or flaming cheeks. Ava had wanted to be alone with him, but they'd never been this alone. Suddenly she was engulfed in possibilities, and desire she didn't know she possessed sparked in her chest. Philo found her before she had a chance to move, his slender fingers grazing her torso and making her jump. Within moments he'd crushed his lips to hers, and as usual her body came alive, but it was different this time. Ava couldn't think straight, yet her hands were acting of their accord, groping at his back, needing him to be closer. She felt the wall on her spine, and the clatter of the mop on the floor, but they were whispers compared to the roar within her. When his tongue nudged hers she responded easily, her instincts kicking in. The Slytherin was carried away by Philo, losing herself as he moved down her neck. She felt his lips dance across her throat, and her blood rush towards where his mouth touched. He broke away and there it was again...breathing. Ava was now openly gasping for air, her chest heaving upwards as if she'd hadn't inhaled the entire time. Philo was calmer, but she could still hear him. "Sorry...I..."

"You're apologizing..." She sighed, frowning at his silhouette. Her heart was still racing, and the desire hadn't faded. Ava was not a bold girl, or sensual in any way, but as the words slipped from her mouth she was shocked with a bolt of confidence. "Stop talking Philo," she insisted before pulling him towards her once more. Her lips were sore from their first kiss, and the second was mingled with a tingle of pain, but it didn't stop her. The witch's fingers dragged down his back as if she wanted to rip into the fabric. It wasn't close enough, no matter how tightly she held him. Her mouth was open, searching his in hopes of finding the satisfaction she craved. Her tongue rolled around his, and a shudder travelled through her entire body. When that failed, her hands joined the hunt, lowering until they found the bottom of his top. Ava didn't hesitate as she slid them onto his skin and round until they pressed against his cool back. He was smooth and soft, and her face burst into a blush once more at the thought of her own skin near his. Ava arched and her hips locked with Philo's, sending another jolt through her and causing her nails to dig into his soft flesh. This time some of her sense returned and she stopped. What was she doing? Her hands flew from under his top and she dropped her hips away from his. At this rate, he'd be able to see with the glow from her cheeks. "I...oh god Philo..." She had never been so embarrassed, and it was now her turn to apologize.