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Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea [[OKAY NOW IT'S JUST PORN BASICALLY]]

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 00:42:43 -0400

Gavin lifted Lisa’s hips into his mouth with his free hand, the other one hitting spots inside of her that resulted in desperate screams for him. He fit another finger inside, pushing deep and pulling up against her wall over and over again while sucking and flicking his tongue on her clit. He moaned hungrily, pumping his fingers and letting go of her hips to reach between his legs and get himself off.

Gavin couldn’t resist cumming with her as her pleasure made his cock harder than it had ever been. Lisa made him feel things he had never felt and he craved every little fucking bit of her. He wanted to drown in her and let her waves consume him, swallow him like her muscles were swallowing his thrusting fingers.

Gavin’s balls tightened as he pumped his hard girth, grunting against Lisa’s fever as he continued to fill her and taste her.

Lisa’s body readily bent to Gavin’s will, twisting in midair as he continued to lavish her clit with frantic percussion. She was almost ready to give up in the face of the overwhelming ecstasy, not sure how much longer her muscles could remain clenched, when he forced another finger inside her, evoking a breathless moan. She felt like she was filled completely, her muscles contracting and throbbing against the fingers that fluttered, cramped, inside of her. Gavin was satisfying a hunger that Lisa had been beginning to consider insatiable. And oh, how it nourished her.

Lisa writhed uncontrollably under his directive, as she felt something within her start to build up, accompanied by a sense of desperate urgency. It was like someone had just lit the match that would start a forest fire within her. She could feel the sensations magnify and intensify. Her toes were curling, her thighs shuddering as if by their own accord. This was it, Lisa was no longer in control of her own body. Gavin had taken her over entirely, driving her toward climax, while she could only let her eyes roll back in her head and wait.

“Oh God Gavin, oh please please don’t stop, pleaassee” she cried out, her hips giving a final jerk upward, where they remained frozen. Every muscle in her body had contracted simultaneously as Gavin dutifully continued as she had begged.

“Gaviiiinnnnn!“ she squealed as every muscle in her body released all at once, feeling a final rush of wetness spring forth from deep inside of her. She moaned his name once more, her chest heaving pitifully before she could take his tongue no longer and her hands flew to his head to allow her poor, aching clit space to recover. In the last moment of release, Lisa’s body deflated entirely, leaving her to pant wearily on the bed, her body sore and satisfied.

Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea [[OKAY NOW IT'S JUST PORN BASICALLY]]

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 23:31:00 -0400

gavinashling:

Gavin’s eyes nearly fluttered back when he heard Lisa’s tone move from soft to critical. He could almost physically feel the force of her femininity influencing him, pulling his closer, making him greedy. He breathlessly removed her underwear, muttered a quick God, thank you before looping his arms underneath her legs and pushing his tongue against her throbbing clit.

Lisa had been waiting past her body’s capacity to be satisfied with some kind of delivery and Gavin’s mouth covering her swollen nerves gave her more than enough. She dripped against his mouth as he moved his tongue in circles on her, applying pressure before licking her up and down.

He moaned against her, his mouth muffled while trying to push his head closer to her, moving his tongue with an increasing pace. She was heaven in his mouth and his body reacted to that as his length began to swell and grow hard against his boxers once again.

Gavin let out tiny moans and groans of pleasure and he overwhelmed Lisa with his mouth. He pulled one of his arms out from underneath her leg and teased her entry with his middle finger before shoving it deep inside of her.

Lisa was far past the point of having the energy to care about keeping herself controlled. She could no longer will herself to monitor the rise and fall of her breath, let alone the volume with which her breaths erupted. Anyway, the stone walls of the castle were certainly thick enough to muffle her screams of explicit rapture. She was positive, though she had obviously never tested it out first hand.

She raised her pelvis eagerly as Gavin hungrily removed her undergarments, her knees almost too weak from pleasure to hold her up long enough to get them off. Her body lent itself easily to him, obliging to adjust as he took captivity of her thighs to pull her toward him and then — “Oh God, Gaavin!” she moaned as her body convulsed momentarily under his unyielding and agile tongue.

“Mmmmmmmm” Lisa continued to whimper pitifully as her body settled into the pulsing flow of the new stimulus. With every ebb and flow of the warm muscle against her, she felt a new and unfamiliar thrill shoot up and down her spine, making it a challenge to remain still for her counterpart. And the vibrating of his groans against her clit only helped to deepen her lust, her hips grinding frenziedly into the waiting warmth of his mouth.

Soon enough, his pace quickened and she struggled to keep up. Lisa felt her forehead dampen as her eyebrows remained knotted together against the indescribable agony of long-awaited sexual fulfillment. And then she felt it — he had entered her, causing her muscles to clench up and spasm around the finger, and her throat to emit the loudest and most uncharacteristic scream of pleasure yet. She felt every move as he let his digit explore her from the inside, tracing out every bump and groove within her. She was getting closer to relief, she had a feeling. She had no idea what kinds of sensations she should be expecting, but she couldn’t imagine that her body could take much more of a pounding.

Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea [[getting a little more heated]]

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 22:29:04 -0400

gavinashling:

Gavin slid his fingers between her, teasing her nerves with slow, daring motions. His breathing grew stronger when she released breaks in her silence to whimper and inaudibly beseech him. He let his tongue and teeth make love to the curve of her ear, a storm brewing inside of him.

“You are… so wet.” He whispered, so completely enthralled by what he had done to her. “I need to taste you. My mouth is watering.”

He moved from her ear to her neck, kissing it deeper before finding her mouth and letting his tongue roam against hers. Gavin slid his thigh between her legs and pushed his body against her, grabbing her hip with one of his hands and pulling it on him. Lisa’s pelvis was now under the control of Gavin’s hand, her wetness rubbing against his leg.

He kissed her chest and dragged his lips down to her stomach, stopping right above the line to her underwear.

“Please,” he asked, desperately, “let me taste you.”

Lisa exhaled heavily, trembling imperceptibly as she felt her exquisite yearning wage war on her every last nerve ending, with Gavin as head commander leading the charge. She gasped for air over and over, as if her lungs couldn’t get their fill of the sweet, desirous air that hung around them like a cloud of fragrant perfume.

She let her eyelids fall shut, a calm grin pulling at the corners of her mouth as she felt the soothing vibration of Gavin’s deep voice whisper in her ear. She had honestly tuned out for a half a moment, focusing instead on the electricity passed between the space between his lips and her skin, intensifying her excruciating pleasure.

Lisa accepted Gavin’s mouth on hers eagerly, pushing herself upward just to feel the pressure of his lips against her own. She measured her breaths against the cadence of their intricate dance, she kept time with the thrum of blood she could feel through his chest. And when he pressed himself against her warmth, she whimpered audibly into his mouth, feeling the throbbing of her clit match its pace to their rhythmic correspondence.

She nearly let out a sob of gratitude as Gavin’s mouth traveled down her torso, pleading with him impatiently when he stopped short of her boxer line. “Please, please, just… do it” she whimpered hastily, struggling to keep her tone restrained. Every moment that Gavin paused was a moment she was left hanging, dangling by a shoelace from a cliff, racked by the agonizing ache of a job unfinished.

Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea [[getting a little more heated]]

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 21:17:18 -0400

gavinashling:

Gavin never had an absolute, full illustration of himself. He could transition between sweltering confidence and paralyzing self doubt within a matter of sentences and then pick himself up and switch it right back around. When Lisa begged, her soft tongue rolling against his name, he no longer needed any further queues, groans or looks from her. He no longer questioned his actions and he paid no attention to his returning erection as he slid his hand down past her hip bone to between her legs.

Gavin could feel the fire radiate from her craving and the damp material against his fingers was pushed back against her. He leaned closer and kissed her neck up to her ear, “If anything I do makes you uncomfortable or you want it to stop, you just tell me and we will go to bed.” He licked her ear and nibbled it softly, continuing to rub her over her boxer shorts.

At that moment, Gavin wanted nothing more than to taste her. To tease her. To drag his bottom lip up her clit, snaking his tongue closely behind. He wanted to please and fullfil her completely. And he suffered with the passing moments that his head wasn’t buried among her thighs. His fingers slowed until he stopped while kissing and licking Lisa’s neck. Gavin pushed his hand into the waistband of her underwear and trailed a finger over her middle, taunting her.

Lisa groaned desperately as Gavin’s confident hands plunged below her waistband, her breath escaping in short, whining bursts. She felt his unrelenting fingers press against the gathering moisture, painfully aware as her situation grew ever more dire. She nodded blindly as Gavin spoke at her, making a mental note of what he had said. But in this, her first real moment of sensual need, she had little expectation that she would be perturbed by anything the man threw her way. As long as he knew how to cease her swelling desperation, she had a feeling things would turn out alright.

And when Gavin’s lips met the lobe of her ear, Lisa was certain that all bets were off. She felt his sultry, insistent breath on her neck and her spine curved up, her body slowly disappearing under the escalating heat of her craving. She needed Gavin, she wasn’t ashamed to admit it. She needed him to release her, to break her agonizing shackles. The combination of all the relentless sensations was wearing her down, uncertain how much longer the pleasure could mount.

Lisa objected audibly, another incoherent groan breaking free as Gavin’s merciless fingers came to a halt. And though his unyielding lips never parted from the supple and sensitive skin on her neck, she felt it cruel the way he taunted her. In that moment, it felt like a life or death situation, and Gavin held the entirety of her fate in his hands. He toyed with that fate like it was child’s play, waving it in front of her, but just out of her reach.

Lisa began to whimper once more, craning her neck slightly so that he would be able to apply more pressure to the tender spots, desperately hoping that that modest bit of stimulation would be enough to keep her from imploding beneath his tormenting clutches.

Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea [[getting a little more heated]]

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 19:32:00 -0400

gavinashling:

Gavin pulled off what was the rest of his shirt that had been sitting mid-torso during his sexual enterprise and sighed. The cotton had been sticking to his back in the most annoying way after he had broken out in a sweat. He wiped the left overs of his orgasm from off of his stomach and threw the shirt in the laundry basket. As he shifted and felt the wet cloth between her legs, Lisa let out a soft moan that told Gavin every subtle touch destroyed her.

He didn’t want to imply taking care of her growing problem himself, no matter how desperately he ached to taste her. He had an escalating anxiety that every breath he took could be wrong in her eyes and she would push him away. He didn’t want to move too fast. He didn’t want to scare her off. He was lucky enough to be sharing the same air as her, let alone a bed and let alone the gift of her orgasm.

He smirked to himself, regaining his confidence. “You can have whatever you want.”

Gavin didn’t bother with constraint anymore. He reached over and slid his hand up the side of her shirt, feeling her bare skin warm under his hand. He traced every rib and moved his hand carefully and only slightly over her stomach in a sudden fit of curiosity. He wanted to feel her. He wanted to feel the worst parts of her, the parts that withered and dehydrated in the heat so he could help make them beautiful again. So he could give them water and love and sunlight. It was nothing. She was tiny. He was afraid that even moving his hand that was now drifting toward her hip bone would break her. But Lisa remained solid and tangible in front of him even as he started to push and massage her skin against the muscle and bone above her leg.

As she watched Gavin smirk down at her, it was all Lisa could do to keep herself from melting into a jumble of convulsing nerves right then and there. Since leaving France and the pain of her childhood behind, Lisa had never so much as stuck her hand down her pants just to warm her fingers in the winter (or summer. Seasons didn’t really matter anymore, Lisa was always freezing). Taking that into consideration, Lisa was astounded that she had managed to remain in one piece this long, and avoid imploding from all the pent up sexual energy she didn’t even know she had.

Whatever you want. Those words kept repeating in her head. She didn’t even know why she was caught off guard with Gavin anymore. Since their first conversation, he had proven himself to be a game changer. And he had, of course, done it yet again. With six simple words paired with a casual smile, Lisa felt her whole world flipping upside down once more. For the first time since… ever, Lisa had endless opportunities open to her. Just the thought of having her desires fulfilled made her head spin, so much so that she began to feel the familiar pang of anxiety.

Luckily, she wasn’t able to fret over the array of choices for long enough to become distracted. Before she was even able to open her mouth to reply, Gavin had set his hands on her and they were already exploring the delicate canvas of her body, travelling like watercolour through the dips and rises of her corporeal landscape, leaving tiny trails of smoldering ash in their wake. She felt her toes curl with tension, her hunger growing every second, the anticipation building to the point that she didn’t even notice as he grazed past her biggest insecurity. There was no pressure in his touch, no expectations between his fingers and her torso. She felt the warmth of his skin and the subtle beating of his pulse and it all quickened the pace of her own heart, causing her breath to become labored. When Gavin’s determined touch settled on the spot next to the crest of her hip bone, Lisa felt her eyelids flutter as her vision blurred, a gratuitous whimper once again escaping her. He was mere inches from the center of her longing and she was met with more painful desire with each ticking of the clock. “Please, Gavin” she whined softly, begging him to stop the aching. She didn’t know what would happen to her if she endured for much longer.

Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea [[low-key smutty]]

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 18:18:06 -0400

gavinashling:

Gavin’s brace around his girth grew tight and pyretic, accompanying the feverish rolling of Lisa’s core heat against his hipbone. His eyes found their way to the back of his head as he felt himself grow closer and closer to orgasm. And when Lisa’s hand gripped the muscle of his forearm, his legs twitched involuntarily with the sounds of him breathing frantically over the whimpers of his Ravenclaw.

He felt himself reach his peak amongst her desperation and pleading sounds as the fabric of her boxer shorts began to make his skin damp. As he pulled back on his length, Gavin welcomed a warm electrocution to fill his body, muttering through short breaths I’m going to cum before shooting rope after rope onto his stomach.

He continued to rub his now slowly shrinking masculinity until satisfaction before resting his tired wrist over his underwear. In a fight to regain control of his breathing, it was immediately taken away from him again when he accidentally brushed against the desire that lied between Lisa’s thighs.

Gavin remained still, unsure of what to say. He had never found himself in a situation like this before and had deeply hoped that Lisa would find a way out of her shyness to break whatever ice he felt stood in their way.

Lisa felt her heart pounding frantically against her ribcage as she felt Gavin’s entire body tense and spasm, his voice tickling its way into her ear as he announced his climax in a hoarse whisper. Her eyebrows furrowed together in anticipation, a pitiable whine escaping her throat in response. She grew more and more lustful as he came closer to his brink, her insides melting into a pit of white-hot frenzied desire. And seconds later, he had finished, a stream of opaque white liquid shooting from his pulsing shaft. She let loose a pained moan, her arousal only growing as his began to disappear.

As Gavin’s breath began to slow, so did Lisa’s, but that was the only thing that calmed within her. The pulse between her legs was now throbbing powerfully, and she had no idea how to put the fire out. She laid her head back on the pillow beneath her, staring up at the stone ceiling as she shifted her hips uncomfortably, painfully aware of the growing dampness.

But all of a sudden, for one split second, Lisa felt the tiniest jolt of relief so exquisite that it was almost ecstasy, pushing a groan past her lips. It caught her so off guard that it took her a few seconds to even realize what had caused the indescribable sensation. She shook the fog from her muddled mind in attempt to bring herself back down to earth, but the effort was fruitless. She was too far lost in her own world of deliciously agonizing desire that she couldn’t coax her brain back to coherency. “I don’t know what just happened, but can it p-please happen again?” she moaned, eyes still fixed on the grey stones above her, eyebrows still knitted together in concentration.

Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea [[low-key smutty]]

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 16:45:10 -0400

gavinashling:

Lisa’s voice never seemed to sway from a gentle tone and with that was a painfully irresistible innocence that nudged Gavin over the edge. When she mumbled that he didn’t have to stop, it was hard enough for him to not let his hand wander, but when she pleaded with him not to, his self control melted and his hesitance followed close behind.

He turned his head to make eye contact with her, something he hadn’t done since she changed position. Gavin’s fingers slipped back into the cotton hugging his lower half and his hand found itself wrapping around the hard swell that needed nothing more than release.

Lisa swam in the t-shirt Gavin had lent her for bed. It was peculiar to him because he never saw himself as a big man, but compared to her petite body, there was a blatant contrast. The crew-neck hung forward in the front and the shoulder sagged on her slightly.

His hand slowly veered down his penis as the muscles in his neck tightened, examining her neckline and shoulder. His mirage slowly clouded his eyes again as pleasure licked his entire body, forcing out feverish breaths and quiet grunts. If he hadn’t forced himself back to reality, he wouldn’t have had the pleasure of witnessing the growing lust that seemed to be advancing behind Lisa’s eyes.

Gavin never got a chance to witness the virtue of pure innocence. And because of that, he managed to avoid feeling sheepish and relished the moment as it was, his breaths moving closer together as his teeth started their assault on his tongue.

Lisa’s breath caught in her throat as she came to the realization that she was really here, she was both present and willing, next to a man in his most private moment. It was certainly surreal, but she didn’t have much time to mull over this sudden transition. Before she knew it, Lisa had ceased her introspection, ignoring the confused voice in her head in favour of allowing herself to exist fully in the moment instead.

The entire room was almost silent and (thankfully) completely pitch dark, which allowed for Lisa to feel little self consciousness. It was hard to worry about appearances when no one could see her. The only sounds penetrating the still hush of the room were Gavin’s soft gasps, his restrained moans echoing melodies through Lisa’s anatomy. Her thoughts were clouded — by what, she wasn’t sure — yet she was still completely focused at the same time. Focused on the subdued repetition of his lustful breath, which she felt hit her shoulder like a bludger every time he exhaled.

And she was focused, too, on the growing arousal beneath her boxer shorts. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, like some magnetic pulse was coursing through her, coaxing her pelvis closer and closer to the man next to her — but more specifically, toward the stiffness he was concentrated on. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep herself from gyrating against Gavin’s subtly defined hipbone. Her breaths became ragged as his slowly grew louder and more impassioned.

Lisa licked her dry lips, swallowing back handfuls of words that risked too much embarrassment (still uncertain of what she was supposed to be doing). Instead of speaking out loud, Lisa decided the appropriate thing to do would be to speak with her body. She let her mind wander as her hands did the same. With a hint of apprehension, she brought her trembling fingers to Gavin’s torso, letting her light touch travel down the unsteady landscape of his abdomen, pausing by his hipbones and playing at the elastic of the waistband. It seemed like every shift of her body elicited another fervent groan, which in turn sent another swell of craving through her body (already trembling under the burden of overwhelming stimulus).

After a few moments of dragging her hands up and down Gavin’s torso, she took one final risk. Up until that moment, she had made a point of avoiding the man’s occupied arm so as not to interfere. But in one smooth motion, Lisa’s hand was resting on his forearm, following along as the limb sped faster and faster, up and down. She shivered as she felt the muscles tighten and relax underneath taut flesh. She tightened her grip unconsciously as she felt the ache in her core grow and intensify. Her breathing had been ragged for most of the experience, but now she began hearing her own soft moaning join the chorus of Gavin’s breath. She whimpered against his neck in an unprecedented display of shamelessness. Her hips were bucking into his side eagerly now, as she felt her grip on his arm tighten more yet. She still wasn’t entirely certain how she was supposed to make the painful arousal disappear, but in that moment Lisa was content in composing melodies from the pair of jumbled moans, the percussion of her quickening heartbeat in her ear giving rhythm to the refrain as she lay in agony.

I always eat lunch later in the day so I'll be free. The bridge sounds great, but I don't mind taking a jog with you around the lake.

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 14:57:19 -0400

Alright, if you insist. I don’t slow down for anyone, though, so you’d better hope you can still keep up!

gavinashling: That sounds wonderful, Lisa. Ancient Runes is a fantastic class. I hope you have fun....

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 14:55:50 -0400

gavinashling:

That sounds wonderful, Lisa. Ancient Runes is a fantastic class. I hope you have fun. Would you mind bringing me up some mashed potatoes and corn? I’ll be spending most of the day in the library.

I’ll be sure to remember! I look forward to it. See you… erm… in the library? Or uhh… Or up in the towers?

Holy hippogriff, it's TRUE?! Who is it? Professor Valesius? I don't listen too intently to people around here, all I heard was your name attached to dating a teacher. But no need to explain yourself to me. Those rules seem pretty reasonable in my book. You've always been smart so I'm sure you know what you're doing. But we need to hang out, Turpin. It's been far too long and I want the 411 since I don't get much gossip worth listening to around here.

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 14:51:07 -0400

From what I’ve heard, a true lady doesn’t kiss and tell… at least not in an owl that could so easily be intercepted. But yes, I’d love to catch up! I’m rather busy today, I think… I may have some time during my lunch break? I normally go for a run then, you might remember. But my hammies have been aching so I probably ought to rest anyway.

What do you say? Lunch period? On the bridge?

gavinashling: Thank you s-sir. Erm, I was hoping we could arrange a, uh, a study date? Ancient...

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 14:42:54 -0400

gavinashling:

Thank you s-sir.

Erm, I was hoping we could arrange a, uh, a study date? Ancient Runes starts today and I won’t get out until around dinner time but… If you’re free then, I could bring food up from the Great Hall in exchange for some company?

Eh, nothing I would worry about too seriously. Just talk of you being the official significant other of a professor here at Hogwarts? And apparently the professor is hot? Seriously, the second I heard, I didn't believe it. It's hard for me to imagine you dividing your attention between anything and potions, let alone a bloke.

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 14:38:29 -0400

Oh trust me when I say it came as just as much of a surprise to me, too. But… well nothing I’ve done against the rules of the castle. He’s not my professor and I’m also an adult so technically I shouldn’t worry so much… ~~but daddy isn’t exactly the most rational person out there~~

But yeah, if that’s the extent of the rumours then… I guess they’re true!

So my mum sent me some new outfits out of the...

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 14:31:30 -0400

So my mum sent me some new outfits out of the blue… ~~something bad must be going on back home mum only buys me things when bad things are happening oh Merlin oh no.~~

The rumour mill is turning. Haven't talked to you since 5th year, Lisa. What's going on? - Grant

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 14:22:58 -0400

Oh? Oh dear, it is? Oooooh that’s… That’s worrisome. It’s nothing bad is it? I mean, should I start writing some frantic owls home or…? Hopping hinkypunks, I know how the rumour mill runs, I hope it’s nothing lewd, because if things start getting blown out of proportion, there will be serious consequences back home…

zeller-rose: You have succeeded. I feel much more comfortable interpreting dreams now. Hey,...

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 14:16:08 -0400

zeller-rose:

You have succeeded. I feel much more comfortable interpreting dreams now.

Hey, I’m so glad to hear you’re getting a lot from Gavin’s class. I don’t know if you heard, but I spend a lot of time with him outside the classroom. You can always come to me if you need help interpreting, if he’s unavailable!

Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 13:16:00 -0400

gavinashling:

Gavin’s fantasies lead a frenzied attack against his heart rate at the thought of Lisa’s naked skin against him. He imagined her bareboned body sliding underneath him, whispering stories in poetry against his viscera.

He felt guilty for shamelessly pleasuring himself next to her while she slept and he would have gripped himself tighter and pushed his head back into the pillow if he didn’t notice a shift next to him. Her legs had tightened and her breathing had changed and Gavin felt an emotion wash over him that summoned an internal dilemma.

His knew that she was awake and he knew that she was aware of what he was doing. Her body language didn’t lie and although embarrassed, Gavin still had a chance at redemption. In his first thought, he felt incredibly disgusted and ashamed of himself. He wondered if her change in breathing was because of anxiety and her tightening of legs was because of protection. But women were a lot more talented at hiding their arousal and the first negative thought was suddenly eclipsed by the possibility that he was making her wet.

He was prepared for both outcomes; she could end everything right there and call him a pig and he would accept it or she could roll over and whisper something in his ear. Either way, she deserved this.

He whispered softly in a very genuine tone, pulling his hand out of his underwear, “I’m… I’m sorry..”

Just as Lisa had refocused herself, she felt the motion from the other side of the bed come slowly to a halt. Oh god he knows he knows he knows oh god oh god he knows she repeated over and over in her head, not quite sure what it was that she was afraid of. She supposed the worry came from the fact that she had been paying very close attention to a very private moment, and she felt awful. Like she had intruded on a ceremony of grave importance without being asked to join.

So when she heard a whispered apology from behind her, she hesitated for a moment, thrown off by his atonement. What did he have to be sorry for? Lisa was clearly the one in the wrong, and what was more, she had been enjoying her intrusion. It was indecent of her, by all means. But, before she had a chance to respond she realized that — oh, retard, he probably feels just as indecent. duh. It hadn’t occurred to her, in the seconds immediately following his apology, that he cared enough about her comfort level to stop himself short. She wasn’t used to being around men, let alone men who had any kind of self control or consideration for others.

With that in mind, Lisa slowly shifted her weight to the side, flipping around carefully so as not to invade his privacy further by grazing up against something she shouldn’t or catching a glimpse of anything at all. She didn’t know what she was doing, or what she planned to do, or what she even felt comfortable with yet. But she spoke anyway, voicing the hunger that had been gnawing at her since she realized what was happening.

“…You d-don’t have to st-stop” she muttered in reply, her voice almost strained as her face burned with the heat of embarrassment and desire combined. She noticed his maintained hesitation, and before she could plan her next words they were already spoken. “What I m-mean to s-say is… please d-don’t” turning an even deeper shade of crimson at her pleading.

Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 12:08:56 -0400

gavinashling:

Gavin deeply thought about casting petrificus totalus on himself to avoid any kind of movement before Lisa had fallen asleep. Once he had noticed her breathing slow and the indistinct sound of murmurs that suggested a dream state, he finally positioned himself on his back, clutching his crotch secretively. He tried cautiously to not make too much movement as to not wake her, but as his swelling grew, he began to feel something wash over him.

As Gavin’s eyes adjusted to the dark, he looked over to someone that now belonged to him and scanned her shoulder up toward her neck. He gulped and bit the inside of his cheek, softly pulling the blankets off of him and taking off his trousers to sleep in his boxers. I should probably put on pajama pants. I can’t sleep in boxers on the first night. i can’t sleep in pajama pants either though. God dammit, she is so beautiful.

His hands never left his erection and now the light touch of his fingers was killing him in the most unforgiving way. He moved his hand down, trailing his finger along his now fully erect shaft and let out a small breath. He stopped himself quickly, squeezing his eyes shut. Gavin knew that this would not go away, but if he got up to go to the bathroom, he ran the risk of waking her and her noticing his absence. On the other hand, he could solve his problem right there, next to her in bed and run the risk of her completely flipping out on him. But the latter seemed to be winning in Gavin’s head as being an expert at getting off with roommates all through puberty. So he softly slipped his hand into the waistband of his boxer shorts and wrapped his fingers around his width, looking over to make sure Lisa was still asleep.

Having spent countless nights perfecting the art of pretending to be asleep, Lisa knew very well what it took to pull off a convincing never-been-woken facade. She had grown to be an exceptionally light sleeper, because she was constantly aware of the goings-on in her house, kept awake by perpetually counting the footsteps she heard coming up the stairs, or gauging the volume of the snores in the room next door. She had developed this skill because, over the years of her youth, she had discovered that some nights her father left her seemingly unconscious body alone. Most nights, he felt no remorse waking her out of a dead sleep so that he could ruthlessly encroach on her tiny body. But some nights… Some nights Lisa got lucky, and the arduous task of jostling a sleeping child awake seemed to be too much for the drunken man.

That was why, when she felt the body next to her tense and relax and squirm imperceptibly, her eyes shot wide open. The staccato, muffled breaths were like explosions in Lisa’s ever-conscious ear. Careful to keep her breathing steady and her movements lax, Lisa lay calmly, trying to make out what was keeping her new bed mate from drifting to sleep. Though after a few brief moments, it all became apparent. She felt rhythmic motion shake the bed (though in reality she was well aware that Gavin was barely moving. Clearly he had achieved a high level of stealth with much practice). She heard his breath stagger, the soft sound vibrating harshly against her too-responsive eardrums. Lisa may have been (in an abstract sense) a virgin, some may have even said prude, but uninformed she was not. She knew basic male anatomy, and she was familiar with what happened to men when they became… aroused. Gavin was definitely whackin’ it.

Her initial instinct was to freeze up, to cry, to run or plead with him to keep away. But she did none of that, determined to keep up the I’m-still-asleep charade. And after a few moments of careful attention, Lisa realized that her gut instinct was wrong anyway. She had been completely inattentive all night. Upon reflection, she suddenly understood that Gavin had been phallically challenged all evening, and had controlled himself out of respect for her. He had restrained his urges (which if she remembered health class correctly, was acutely difficult for the lesser sex) because he wanted to honor her perceived discomfort. He didn’t want to use her for her body, and the warm crevices it held. He didn’t want to push limits or take advantage of her delicate size. He had run into a problem and not immediately ravaged her.

And not only that, but Gavin had become worked up by her in the first place. Or so she could only assume. His arousal was because of her, because of their proximity, because of the breaths they shared when their lips met, because of her body, or personality or… whatever it was, it was exceptionally likely that her presence in his bed had played a part. And that thought by itself was enough to turn her nether regions against her. Suddenly, the space between Lisa’s legs perked up. For the first time in her life, Lisa felt… turned on? Was that what it was supposed to feel like? She couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about — arousal sucked. It was like there was something inside her that needed to break. The whole experience was kind of painful, even. She was so wrapped up in discomfort and confusion, that she didn’t even realize it when she squeezed her legs together, shifting slightly in an effort to ease the tension inside of her.

FUCK! she thought, gritting her teeth. She hadn’t even been conscious of her breathing either for Merlin knew how long. She had probably blown her cover while trying not to focus on the sensation of her first passion. She quickly realigned herself, letting her breathing settle back into a rhythmic pattern, the tension in her body disappearing as much as she could allow. Please don’t know I’m awake, please, please, please, she begged silently. It wasn’t the first time she had thought those words, but this time it was for a completely different reason.

Eleanor & Lisa || potion troubles

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 11:12:18 -0400

ms-eleanor-branstone:

Eleanor smiled at the other, “Thank you so much for the help, this really got me out of the hole i was in.” she chuckled and looked over the book once more, yep looks like a recipe to me, she said to herself. “Zacharias?” she thought about that name, she assumed that she had met him but she didn’t talk very much to others as much as she use to.

“alright… saying away from his bad side sounds like a plan to me… snape likes to snap at people though.” she said chuckling.

Lisa nodded almost maternally. “Zacharias” she repeated “Zacharias Smith. Now that I think about it, he’s definitely a fifth year, and in your house. You should seek him out if you don’t know him yet, he’s a fantastic guy to have around” she urged, careful to keep her voice low. Madame Pince had begun to glance in their direction, which was hardly ever a good sign.

Lisa giggled quietly in reply, nodding. “Snape does indeed enjoy snapping” she agreed, smiling. “But if you’re patient and keep following orders diligently, he’ll warm up. He always does” she assured the younger girl, drawing from her own experiences. She remembered the first class she had had with the man, and how she would leave the dungeons every afternoon in tears. But by her third year, he had grown less icy, because she had done what she was told and hadn’t made any devastating errors.

Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 11:02:12 -0400

gavinashling:

Gavin closed his eyes for a moment and clenched his jaw beneath a subtle smile. He took a breath and very carefully rolled himself onto his stomach, pushing his increasingly hard problem against his thigh. While the erection was now concealed, Gavin would only be able to last in the position for a short amount of time before it began to hurt. And unless it completely went away or stayed the same, time was unfortunately running out. He quickly tried to suggest sleep even more, struggling to avert the situation as efficiently as possible. But she smelled so good and her lips were wet and basically moaned his name. His fantasies consumed him and he felt terrible for thinking of her in ways that he didn’t have permission to.

He pushed his head into the pillow, anxiety swallowing him as the only thing he could focus on was the improvement against his leg. At that point, he didn’t even care if he was acting weird because he couldn’t hold back his blushing.

Into his pillow, he talked as loudly as possible to avoid a bad muffle. “YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL LISA TURPIN. I AM TIRED SO LET’S GO TO SLEEP AND SLEEP IN TOMORROW BECAUSE IT’S A WEEKEND GOODNIGHT… NOX.”

The lights immediately faded and the dark held them while Gavin’s pillow held his growing breaths.

Lisa glanced over at Gavin sideways, her head stationary so that it was more of a side-eye than a glance. She smirked in confusion, slightly perplexed as to why he was acting so… frustrated was really the only way to describe the way he was acting. But she let go of that concern and wrote it off as just another thing about boys she would never understand.

“And you are handsome Gavin Ashling. I, too, am tired, so I emphatically agree with your plan to sleep in!” she called back to the muffled voice that emerged from the pillow next to her.

But then came the hardest decision of the night. Lisa could only find sleep if she was laying on her side, so she needed to roll over if she wanted to avoid laying stock-still for the next few hours. But which way was she supposed to roll? She wanted desperately to roll to the right, to be closer to the man next to her, so that she could feel his warm breath sweep over her face for the remainder of the night. If she rolled to the right, she would be next to something solid and something that was her’s for the first time. But…. on the other hand, she wasn’t entirely sure if she was ready for a step like that. And maybe that was going to fast. Maybe Gavin wasn’t a cuddler. Maybe he didn’t want to be near her, or he had night terrors or sweat a lot, or maybe she sweat a lot in her sleep. She didn’t want to soak him in her unchecked body odor. After mulling over the pros and cons of each direction for a couple short minutes, Lisa finally settled on left. There were so many ways for all-night cuddling to go wrong that she didn’t want to risk it. She had already taken enough big steps for the night.

With a final sigh she whispered over “Goodnight, my avian friend”, before urging her body to face the opposite direction. It didn’t take long for sleep to come to Lisa. It had been days since she had gotten more than a few hours, and she was completely worn out.

Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 10:27:00 -0400

gavinashling:

He shook his head at her and propped himself more comfortably on his elbow, letting his arm fall to twist her hair around his fingers. Gavin leaned forward, grazing his lips against hers before kissing her softly, attempting to keep his hunger at bay. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip accidentally on purpose and broke away before he let the wolf consume him.

“We’re going to call that one the How-Can-You-Even-Resist-Kissing-Me face. We can shorten it to the hissy-erkum face (HCY-ERKM) if that’s easier.” He laughed, still close to her, crossing his legs to hold back a sudden growth in his trousers. He felt like such a teenager. In the castle with a beautiful girl, flirting and playing and holding back an erection with no sensible cause. For Merlin’s sake, he was 22 and getting a boner because he kissed a pretty lady. You’d think by now, he’d be so used to that stuff that he’d need at least a crotch graze. But no, he didn’t date during Hogwarts and he only had a couple short relationships through Daskalos.

He gritted his teeth, furiously hoping that she wouldn’t notice. He was doing a fine job at remaining discreet, but he was so aware of it that he tried to deter the situation.

“Aren’t you tired though, love? It is late and I don’t want to keep you up.”

Lisa stretched her neck up, pushing herself into the kiss, almost hungrily. feeling a thrill of something she had never felt before shoot down her spine as Gavin’s tongue met her lip before darting back inside his mouth. He broke away all too soon though, leaving Lisa to let her head fall back to the well-cushioned bed beneath her, feeling entirely unfinished.

She felt her cheeks warm as she struggled to suppress a giggle at Gavin’s resolution. “Hissy-erkum?” she questioned, no longer to hold back her laughter. She rolled her eyes at him, still giggling as she rolled the new term over in her thoughts. “I guess that’ll do” she sighed, pushing herself back up to press her lips to his once more. She made it brief, a quick peck, but she couldn’t help herself. He was squishy and comfortable and it was like a vacation for her lips. She flopped back down as quickly as she had risen and smiled up at her boyfriend, admiring the way his face almost glowed in the dim candlelight, his not-too-sharp jawline carving a path for her to follow in the darkness, practically daring her to see how many places she would let her lips go. Begging her to try, to see how far her yet-undisclosed past would let her walk down that path. And oh, how she wanted to try.

But Gavin was right, it was getting rather late. And though she couldn’t ignore the way her insides crumbled as he called her love, she finally gave a sigh of acceptance. “Yeah, you’re right” she agreed, giving a tiny nod. “Besides, I can’t wait to take this bed for a spin” she added, completely oblivious (as always) to innuendo.