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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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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.]

Then I think I might let the Hufflepuff see me like this.

[She says it but then she sighs when his mouth touches her, and she takes one of his hands and guides it to the zipper of her skirt]

Wouldn't that be fair?

No.

[Short, direct.

He's more than willing to be guided, but only curls his fingers tight in her waistband at first, slowly standing up and following the trail of his mouth up her body until he's kissing her. And then, one handed, working her zip loose and down.]

Then maybe I'll curse the girl, boils all over, so you can't look at her anymore.

[And then he's kissing her and she's helping him pull the skirt down so she's just in her pants, prim and black.]

[Hmm, he breaks the kiss only to nip at her jawline, at the delicate skin on the arch up to her ear.]

No. There's only been you.

[Other girls he's looked at. But like this? No.]

[She smiles - that seems to be the right answer, and she pulls back, her fingers at her waistband]

Do you want me to, or do you want the honors?

[Running his hands over her hips, his fingertips catch with hers.]

Doesn't that sound ceremonial. Any minute now, a hat is going to sing.

I hope not. A hat that sings while I'm naked isn't something worth keeping around.

[She tugs a bit, drawing them down over her hips and down her legs]

[Though it does seem a little formal when he kneels to help with the last stretch.

It's also partly because looking up at her is a guilty pleasure.]

[She steps out, and stands in front of him for a moment, before she sits on the bed, lays back.]

It seems a little unfair, I'm here naked, and you're still dressed.

[He rests his arms on her knees, gently folded.]

It's because you insisted I make the rules, and forgot your own. [But he's pulling his shirt over his head as he climbs up and over her.]

All right, here's a rule.

[She sits up on her elbows]

When I'm naked, and you're dressed, you have to tell me how beautiful you think I am.

[Oh, the ego.]

And half-dressed?

[That shirt's gone now, somewhere past her head. But he stops. Looks. Considers.]

So beautiful I'm sometimes not sure I should be allowed to look at you. You know that beautiful things are almost always kept hidden away. I'm glad you're not.

More dressed than I am.

[She smiles at that, though, because what girl wouldn't? She presses one hand on her chest]

Is that right? You know I remember the first time I really saw you, exactly? We were in fourth year. I must have seen you every day but I was always so caught up in all the magic and school, and we were in astronomy class, and I dropped my quill, and you picked it up for me, and I don't know why, but you smiled and suddenly I saw you.

[She always has trouble with names, she called him everything from Chaise to Church for the first four years, but that day she called him Chase, properly.]