Challenge Continued - Private, Joint Post
A few days after all her detentions were finished, CC was worried, her familiar hadn't shown up for dinner, and wasn't anywhere to be found. She had looked all over, but there wasn't a sign of him.
An owl flapped into the room and perched on the bookcase, shuffling over to CC and holding out its leg for her to take the note attached.
~~Miss Doyle, I never managed to meet your challenge from the other day. If you're free perhaps we can meet behind Greenhouse Five after classes to continue... Severus~~
This was interesting! She re-read the note with a grin. ~Severus, if you think you that you can succeed this time, I'd be happy to meet you there tonight. By the way, you haven't seen my cat around, have you? It seems to have gone missing. You can let me know when we meet...Cecelia~ she re-tied the note to the owl and sent it on its way.
Cecelia left the castle stealthily and showed up on time. She smiled as she saw Severus walk out of the shadows. "I take it you received my reply." she told him.
He inclined his head and kissed her hand in greeting. "Indeed. I'm afraid I have not seen your cat; I doubt it would wander down in the dungeons anyway. But if I see it I'll let you know."
She blushed as he kissed he hand and replied "It was worth asking." She looked around and saw a small bench and several bushes and trees here outside the green house. She walked back over to Severus and said "So...do you really think you can make me beg you to touch me by using just your words?" Her eyes met his, and didn't look away.
"Why yes I do." he replied easily, sitting down beside her in the shady alcove. He cast a shield to prevent them from being interrupted. "But let’s just say I'm willing to try, just in case you get the idea of attempting resistance in an effort to cause me to fail." He grinned and winked at her.
CC laughed, loving how easily they could understand and read each other. "Mmm, yes, I can see that you're willing. Now all that's left is to find out if you're able." She said, as she arched an eyebrow teasingly at him. "Though there is...one thing. We never established any stakes. What do we get if we win? More to the point, what do you get if you win, and what do I get if I win?" she asked him.
"I'm more than able." He tried to keep the huffiness out of his voice. "Do we need stakes? I was under the impression that having you beg me to touch you was reward enough."
CC bit back what she was going to say as the blush hit her. "I get the feeling that able would be the least of words to describe your capabilities, Severus. By all means, continue." Stakes? What stakes? Just being here with a man so sharp and complex was more than wonderful enough.
"Ahh Miss Doyle, you do flatter me so. But it is not merely a skill with words; I do believe the credit should go to you since I am so inspired by your beauty."
Cecelia smiled sweetly at him, though she knew better. She wasn't ugly by any means, but she knew that compared to the beauties he regularly associated with, her looks were rather plain. "Why, Severus...coming from one who must surely be a connoisseur that is high praise indeed!"
"Stories of my conquests have been greatly exaggerated. Don't sell yourself short. You truly are beautiful."
Cecelia blushed, looking down. It was nice to hear, even if she didn’t buy it. "Too bad I haven't heard any of those stories." She said with a kind smile. "Who all are among those stories of conquest then?" She asked with a smirk.
"Do you really wish to know of those who have come before?" He smirked at her, starting to move closer but caught himself before he put his hand on her shoulder.
CC glanced down coyly as he inched closer. "Only if you think they'll impress me." She said with a smile tugging at her lip.
"That depends. Are you the voyeuristic type Miss Doyle?" His voice lowered to a soft rumble. "Would you enjoy my describing who I was with, what I did to them, what they did to me?"
She felt a shudder run through her body as his voice lowered. "I might enjoy that, Severus, but I think I'd enjoy more hearing you describe what you would most want to do with me if I'd let you." she replied in a sultry tone.
"I'd start by kissing you, until your lips were bruised and you were begging, gasping for air, and then I'd kiss you again."
CC had a very good imagination, and could picture well how that might feel. She felt the heat flowing back into her cheeks, not to mention other areas as well. She pressed her teeth against her lip as she listened to him. "And what would you do then, Severus? Would you crush more than my lips to yourself?" she asked him.
"I don't like to disappoint a lady, and stopping is the biggest disappointment I can think of. Then I would lick and bite and suck my way over your flawless white throat, up and down, caressing the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, then over your jaw to your ear. You have no idea how sensual an ear can be. The tiny pink whorls hide a bottomless well of pleasure."
At that point, CC seriously thought about running away while she still could! He was good; there was no doubt about it. And she was beginning to think that she might well lose this challenge! Especially with how low and rumbling his voice was. She felt tingles run through her as she imagined the sensations he was voicing.
"I would rub your shoulders, running my hands over your hot skin as I slowly undo your robes, kissing each new inch of flesh as it is revealed."
"And would you be pleased if I reciprocated? Responded with touches of my own? If I pressed my palm to your chest would it send electric little slivers of delight through your skin?" She asked him in a somewhat ragged and breathless voice.
"Mmm indeed it would. And what if I picked you up, wrapped you in my arms and pinned you between my body and a wall, or a sofa, or a bed? Wrapped your legs around me and pressed my naked body against yours?"
Cecelia sucked in her breath sharply and noticed her hands were actually trembling as he spoke to her. "I...I think that would send me off and I'd have to devour your mouth with my own and run my nails down your spine. Then I think I'd have to reach down and wrap a hand around you, just to feel what it's like and if the skin there was as silky as I've heard such described. I'd want to explore every inch of you, with fingers, eyes and tongue." She replied with her eyes closed as she visualized all this.
"Tsk, tsk, ladies first Miss Doyle. I was always taught it is better to give then receive." He winked at her, noting the flush of her skin. "Delicious." The word escaped without his bidding, hidden half under his breath.
Cecelia's skin was rosy with the heat of his words, and the way he so gently chastised her. "Then what is it you would give me, Severus?" She asked him, quietly, nearly to the point of breaking and asking for him to show instead of tell her.
"Anything you ask of me." He leant forward to whisper in her ear, as close as could get without touching her.
Cecelia longed for him to touch her, to take her and make her his, mind, body and heart. She had never met a man as intelligent, cunning, or sure of himself, who was able to both challenge her and make her smile, sometimes all at the same time. She didn't particularly care what house he was from or what his background was. What she cared about was that he was brilliant. A million ways of answering that swiftly went through her mind, but "Kiss me." was her only verbal reply.
"As I said, I could never disappoint a lady." He leaned forward and captured her lips with his.
Cecelia moaned as he captured her lips in his, and traced her tongue across them, tasting their sweetness.
He kissed back, teasing her lips open to taste her mouth, his tongue battling with hers. He pulled her tight against him, his kisses growing in intensity.
She responded in kind, kissing him fiercely, as her hand wrapped itself in his hair and she bit down on his lip and drew it through her teeth.
He hissed slightly, her ferocity surprising him. He cupped the back of her head as they kissed, his thumb stroking the back of her neck. His other hand wrapped around the small of her back to caress her spine.
Cecelia pulled back at that and looked worried. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!" she said apologetically.
He nuzzled under her jaw, biting gently. "Pain isn't necessarily a bad thing. It can be quite invigorating in fact."
She let out a moan as he nuzzled her, and then gasped as he gently bit. Her back arched, causing her to press up against him. "Yes, I see it can be...delightful!" Cecelia then kissed the hollow of his throat, and then gently bit down on the skin of his neck just above it.
"Ahh, but you have barely wet your toes." He tugged gently on her earlobe with his teeth. "There's a whole ocean waiting for you." He stroked her back again, reaching down until his hand rested on her behind.
“And I anticipate exploring it, but it’s nearly curfew, and therefore time for us to go back in.” She replied wistfully.
Severus checked his pocket watch and sighed, she was right. "Next time then." He smiled wickedly. The two of them then headed off their separate ways, going back into the castle.
An owl flapped into the room and perched on the bookcase, shuffling over to CC and holding out its leg for her to take the note attached.
~~Miss Doyle, I never managed to meet your challenge from the other day. If you're free perhaps we can meet behind Greenhouse Five after classes to continue... Severus~~
This was interesting! She re-read the note with a grin. ~Severus, if you think you that you can succeed this time, I'd be happy to meet you there tonight. By the way, you haven't seen my cat around, have you? It seems to have gone missing. You can let me know when we meet...Cecelia~ she re-tied the note to the owl and sent it on its way.
Cecelia left the castle stealthily and showed up on time. She smiled as she saw Severus walk out of the shadows. "I take it you received my reply." she told him.
He inclined his head and kissed her hand in greeting. "Indeed. I'm afraid I have not seen your cat; I doubt it would wander down in the dungeons anyway. But if I see it I'll let you know."
She blushed as he kissed he hand and replied "It was worth asking." She looked around and saw a small bench and several bushes and trees here outside the green house. She walked back over to Severus and said "So...do you really think you can make me beg you to touch me by using just your words?" Her eyes met his, and didn't look away.
"Why yes I do." he replied easily, sitting down beside her in the shady alcove. He cast a shield to prevent them from being interrupted. "But let’s just say I'm willing to try, just in case you get the idea of attempting resistance in an effort to cause me to fail." He grinned and winked at her.
CC laughed, loving how easily they could understand and read each other. "Mmm, yes, I can see that you're willing. Now all that's left is to find out if you're able." She said, as she arched an eyebrow teasingly at him. "Though there is...one thing. We never established any stakes. What do we get if we win? More to the point, what do you get if you win, and what do I get if I win?" she asked him.
"I'm more than able." He tried to keep the huffiness out of his voice. "Do we need stakes? I was under the impression that having you beg me to touch you was reward enough."
CC bit back what she was going to say as the blush hit her. "I get the feeling that able would be the least of words to describe your capabilities, Severus. By all means, continue." Stakes? What stakes? Just being here with a man so sharp and complex was more than wonderful enough.
"Ahh Miss Doyle, you do flatter me so. But it is not merely a skill with words; I do believe the credit should go to you since I am so inspired by your beauty."
Cecelia smiled sweetly at him, though she knew better. She wasn't ugly by any means, but she knew that compared to the beauties he regularly associated with, her looks were rather plain. "Why, Severus...coming from one who must surely be a connoisseur that is high praise indeed!"
"Stories of my conquests have been greatly exaggerated. Don't sell yourself short. You truly are beautiful."
Cecelia blushed, looking down. It was nice to hear, even if she didn’t buy it. "Too bad I haven't heard any of those stories." She said with a kind smile. "Who all are among those stories of conquest then?" She asked with a smirk.
"Do you really wish to know of those who have come before?" He smirked at her, starting to move closer but caught himself before he put his hand on her shoulder.
CC glanced down coyly as he inched closer. "Only if you think they'll impress me." She said with a smile tugging at her lip.
"That depends. Are you the voyeuristic type Miss Doyle?" His voice lowered to a soft rumble. "Would you enjoy my describing who I was with, what I did to them, what they did to me?"
She felt a shudder run through her body as his voice lowered. "I might enjoy that, Severus, but I think I'd enjoy more hearing you describe what you would most want to do with me if I'd let you." she replied in a sultry tone.
"I'd start by kissing you, until your lips were bruised and you were begging, gasping for air, and then I'd kiss you again."
CC had a very good imagination, and could picture well how that might feel. She felt the heat flowing back into her cheeks, not to mention other areas as well. She pressed her teeth against her lip as she listened to him. "And what would you do then, Severus? Would you crush more than my lips to yourself?" she asked him.
"I don't like to disappoint a lady, and stopping is the biggest disappointment I can think of. Then I would lick and bite and suck my way over your flawless white throat, up and down, caressing the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, then over your jaw to your ear. You have no idea how sensual an ear can be. The tiny pink whorls hide a bottomless well of pleasure."
At that point, CC seriously thought about running away while she still could! He was good; there was no doubt about it. And she was beginning to think that she might well lose this challenge! Especially with how low and rumbling his voice was. She felt tingles run through her as she imagined the sensations he was voicing.
"I would rub your shoulders, running my hands over your hot skin as I slowly undo your robes, kissing each new inch of flesh as it is revealed."
"And would you be pleased if I reciprocated? Responded with touches of my own? If I pressed my palm to your chest would it send electric little slivers of delight through your skin?" She asked him in a somewhat ragged and breathless voice.
"Mmm indeed it would. And what if I picked you up, wrapped you in my arms and pinned you between my body and a wall, or a sofa, or a bed? Wrapped your legs around me and pressed my naked body against yours?"
Cecelia sucked in her breath sharply and noticed her hands were actually trembling as he spoke to her. "I...I think that would send me off and I'd have to devour your mouth with my own and run my nails down your spine. Then I think I'd have to reach down and wrap a hand around you, just to feel what it's like and if the skin there was as silky as I've heard such described. I'd want to explore every inch of you, with fingers, eyes and tongue." She replied with her eyes closed as she visualized all this.
"Tsk, tsk, ladies first Miss Doyle. I was always taught it is better to give then receive." He winked at her, noting the flush of her skin. "Delicious." The word escaped without his bidding, hidden half under his breath.
Cecelia's skin was rosy with the heat of his words, and the way he so gently chastised her. "Then what is it you would give me, Severus?" She asked him, quietly, nearly to the point of breaking and asking for him to show instead of tell her.
"Anything you ask of me." He leant forward to whisper in her ear, as close as could get without touching her.
Cecelia longed for him to touch her, to take her and make her his, mind, body and heart. She had never met a man as intelligent, cunning, or sure of himself, who was able to both challenge her and make her smile, sometimes all at the same time. She didn't particularly care what house he was from or what his background was. What she cared about was that he was brilliant. A million ways of answering that swiftly went through her mind, but "Kiss me." was her only verbal reply.
"As I said, I could never disappoint a lady." He leaned forward and captured her lips with his.
Cecelia moaned as he captured her lips in his, and traced her tongue across them, tasting their sweetness.
He kissed back, teasing her lips open to taste her mouth, his tongue battling with hers. He pulled her tight against him, his kisses growing in intensity.
She responded in kind, kissing him fiercely, as her hand wrapped itself in his hair and she bit down on his lip and drew it through her teeth.
He hissed slightly, her ferocity surprising him. He cupped the back of her head as they kissed, his thumb stroking the back of her neck. His other hand wrapped around the small of her back to caress her spine.
Cecelia pulled back at that and looked worried. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!" she said apologetically.
He nuzzled under her jaw, biting gently. "Pain isn't necessarily a bad thing. It can be quite invigorating in fact."
She let out a moan as he nuzzled her, and then gasped as he gently bit. Her back arched, causing her to press up against him. "Yes, I see it can be...delightful!" Cecelia then kissed the hollow of his throat, and then gently bit down on the skin of his neck just above it.
"Ahh, but you have barely wet your toes." He tugged gently on her earlobe with his teeth. "There's a whole ocean waiting for you." He stroked her back again, reaching down until his hand rested on her behind.
“And I anticipate exploring it, but it’s nearly curfew, and therefore time for us to go back in.” She replied wistfully.
Severus checked his pocket watch and sighed, she was right. "Next time then." He smiled wickedly. The two of them then headed off their separate ways, going back into the castle.