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I don't usually say this, but is anyone else just through with revising? At this point, if I finish the work or not, I feel like I'm not going to learn anything else.

Anyway, who has plans for Quidditch this weekend? Anyone want to go with me?

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instars - Miss Wallace is a sixth year half-blood Ravenclaw, not on the Quidditch team, feel free to say your character has classes or sees her around school! She also has a bad tendency to get called out for wearing non-regulation shoes, but she cannot help it, she loves her heels!]

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If anyone could, it might be you.

[That's a little flat. It's not him.]

[She shrugs]

It's only my concern if it makes him accept that I'm not going anywhere.

He doesn't need to. [It's dismissive. And Chase doesn't like the subject so he's deliberately focusing attention elsewhere, gathering up the front of Saya's robes into his hands.] I can't believe you're in my bed and we're talking about parents.

I could be in your bed and we could talk about something else.

Like the new broom I've been designing.

[She's joking, though-]

Well, I wasn't suggesting you move. [And somehow his smiles look wickeder when he's trying for innocent.] Oh? What's the grip like?

You boys, it's all broom jokes with you-

[She opens her robe, undoes her tie]

You sit there, be good.

Oh, have you discussed them with your Hufflepuff boyfriend, too?

[But Saya how is he meant to keep his hands to himself when getting a hand under her robes is still somehow exciting and under her jumper - well, there's something remarkably illicit about the feel of scratchy wool against the back of his hand.]

If he got to broom jokes, he would probably pass out-

[She pushes his hand away, not meanly]

I said be good.

[She's pulling her jumper over her head, there's clearly a method to this.]

[But, but.]

I don't want him touching you. Though I suppose you can hold his clammy hand for the match if you must torment him.

[He pauses, watching her.]

As long as he's there when you kiss me afterwards.

What sort of quidditch match do you think this is, if he's doing anything more than holding my hand?

[Which isn't to say much, considering they've made out under the stands at some matches. She unbuttons the top button of her shirt, and then the next.]

You know I really like it when you're jealous and possessive.

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[Match, schmatch.]

Ever. I don't want him touching you ever. Him or anyone else for that matter. As for what kind of match - I had thought it might be one where you wouldn't want me distracted.

[Well, there are some distractions he minds less. Is he still supposed to keep his hands to himself?]

I'm always possessive.

[She unbuttons another, and then another, working her way down her shirt, looking at those buttons.]

Well, I already said yes, and you know I don't like going back on my word. And you're good enough to not fall off your broom if you see a boy sitting next to me, aren't you?

[Her shirt is open, then, a strip of skin just visible]

Of course, but I couldn't be blamed for accidentally knocking a bludger his way.

[He would never. It might hit her. And Merlin. His breathing is a little noiser than it should be in the quiet room.]

Tell me I can touch you now.

Not yet.

[She slides the shirt off her shoulders. Her bra is rather modest, black, and a silver necklace with a spider charm hangs between her breasts.]

You would steal a bat and risk a penalty just for that?

I'd risk my forearm for it.

[Modest or not, he's studying it like scripture.]

Better not, you'd probably hit some poor innocent first year instead.

[She reaches back, undoes her bra, slides it off, carefully.]

Satya Wallace. [Okay he's reaching for her - her waist, but only to let his palms slide upwards - and if she tells him no he's going to have to sit on his hands this is impossible.] You vastly underestimate my aim.

[She lets him, because she's not overly cruel, because she may like to tease but there's only so much she's willing to wait for him to touch her]

I very rarely underestimate you.

Give me a kiss, first.

[His hands curve to meet across her ribcage, thumbs curled upwards into the space between her breasts. He's no expert in this but, like other things, tries to be a quick study.]

Gladly.

[The wait has made him forceful about it. A hard sort of a kiss with the edge of his teeth catching her lip.]

[She kisses him back with that same intensity although a little less edge, and one of her hands goes to guide his to cup one breast]

Just so I have all the rules square - I shouldn't let him do this, right?

[Not overly cruel, such a lie.]

Don't make me imagine it.

[He'd much rather other pictures in his head, though it doesn't stop him lifting her breast under his palm, feeling the warm weight, rubbing a broom calloused thumb across the soft pink of her nipple until it stands out for him. So, the rules.]

Only I get to do this.

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Only you get to do this.

[She draws her shoulders back and closes her eyes]

All right.

[She moves, then, stands up, to pull her hose off from under her skirt, without taking the skirt off]

You don't want to have to fight hose, I promise.

[And then she steps up, close]

What else?

Hey - not quite so fast. We'll hear if anyone's on the stairs.

[And much as he's touched her before, whenever he can, wherever he can - that one dark corner of the library where they could both lean over the same book with his hand up her shirt - it's not getting less of a thrill, and the times when he's been able to see what he's doing have been few and far between.

And Merlin, she's beautiful. He's jealous anyone else gets to look at her (and proud, in conflicting amounts). He's not going to waste an opportunity to see her from angles no one else will.]

Lean forward a bit.

[He guides her hands to his shoulders.]

[She smiles and pauses, and nods. Yes, all right. It's nice, to be looked at, she decides, because they haven't had this, but everyone is so caught up in finishing work before class, before the games on Sunday, that they're not paying attention to where the two of them are.

She puts her hands on his shoulder and leans forward, just a little, moving in just a bit closer]

Tell me that you haven't ever looked at another girl that way.

[It's really impressive what even a slight tilt at the waist can do for the view, and that's something Chase files away, feeling somewhat lewd and impossibly turned on for enjoying it so much. His hands cup her breasts again, pushing them gently together and drawing his fingers and thumb upwards to pinch at her nipples, dragging them out and releasing them and doing it again.]

If I had?

[Turnabout's fair play. And with her bent over him it's too much not to lean in and press his mouth to her exposed skin, something it's near impossible to do clandestinely.]