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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2017 2:27:27 GMT -5
{ Friday the 16th of September } Mason Waya Alexander II would love to say that he was prepared for the evening. That he had spent the better part of his friday cleaning up his classroom and making himself presentable. That he was going to make a clean cut and wholesome impression on Miss Winslow. But who was he kidding? There was nothing clean cut about the 6'4" behemoth. His long tousle of hair was left unmanaged beneath the hat he had been wearing while teaching. And the last time he had shaved was....Well, some time before the summer had started he was sure. As for his clothing while not unclean they were far from the nice tie and vest he had been wearing at the benefit. Were it not for a full day of classes and a few last minute stragglers he would have been sort of ready. For the student he forgot he was tutoring. That took up his last hour of preparation and he was left hurrying about trying to pretend like there was any semblance of order on his desk. The office door was locked shut, though in all honesty it was cleaner in there than one would expect. With the exception of a few items of personal use and his lunch from earlier. But still, Elsa needn't see exactly how unprepared he had been. The most he had been able to accomplish was to flick his wand at the record player in the corner of the room and play some music softly. Why was he nervous? He'd been on hundreds of dates. If he could call this a date. He wasn't sure what exactly this part was. Dinner was a date. Going over Arithmancy was not sexy. A gentle knock came from the door and pulled the hat from his head, throwing it on the desk, and called out a "Come in" like the oaf he was feeling like he was. Running a hand through his hair, he took a deep breath and prepared himself for the wave of carefully contained lust he knew he was about to feel. template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2017 3:10:47 GMT -5
sweet like sugar venom Friday, September 16th ”Do Veela’s get butterflies?”Antonio had teased her the entire Benefit. Commenting on how her eyes kept drifting away and searching for the mountain man. There’d be that small flicker of relief every time her eyes landed on him, and the smallest pull at the corner of her lips if he caught her. She’d done her best to ignore Antonio, but his words found root in her mind. Did we? It had been a long time since the last time she had been giddy over anyone, but something about the dark eyes, cry smile and rumbling deep voice of the man kept her mind drifting back. And then in the week past, kept her anticipating the night she’d visit the academy grounds and have some personal time with the man. She might not get butterflies, but she wanted him to. Elsa was too busy fighting off the elephants in her stomach to worry about butterflies. The soft click of her heels sounded down the hall, drowning in the orchestra of students moving, talking and lingering. There weren’t as many as what may be during class hours, but plenty were still there to watch the leather and lace clad angel make her way down the hall with purpose. A few may recognize her from the Benefit ball as Vera’s aunt, but most had no idea. Unlike her niece, Elsa was making very little effort to shield her effect as she glided down the corridor to the Arithmancy classroom. Stopping just outside the door, Elsa lifted her hand and then paused; listening with a small smirk on her bare lips before she rapped her knuckles lightly against the heavy wood threshold. Come in!Her hand dropped to the handle at the invitation and she pushed the door open only to lean against the frame; her eyes glistening as she caught him in her sights. ”Excuse me, Professor. You wouldn’t have time for a private lesson, would you?”A familiar coyness painted across her expression before she stepped in and closed the door behind her; leaning back against the wood surface as her eyes danced along the rest of his room with curiosity. Her smile warmed. She wouldn’t have imagined it any other way. template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 22:08:18 GMT -5
As hard as he had tried to prepare himself, the sight of her when she walked in was absolutely breathtaking still. How was any man supposed to be able to keep his mind in check when Elsa walked into the room like that. With that look in her eye. And the way she leaned in the door frame. Fuck. Had he been a lesser man he would have attempted to take her right then and there. Being slightly more of a man, he bit back the urge and tried to take caveman look off of his face. " I do believe I have some time on hand." He could have her on hand too. Maybe slip her clothes off and - Nope. Not a good train of thought, Waya. He mentally cursed himself back in line and cleared his throat, motioning to one of the desks. " What exactly would you like to learn, Miss Winslow?"
Keep in mind that Waya had absolutely no faith in her desire to actually learn Arithmancy. He had been around the block a few times. Fathered two children out of it. And he knew when a woman was interested in Arithmancy. Which was rarely. In the slim chance she actually wanted to learn, he was mostly capable of it. Though not as much blood flow to the brain would slow his thinking just the slightest. template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 11:07:21 GMT -5
sweet like sugar venom Friday, September 16th There was admittedly a curiosity for Elsa when it came to arithmancy. You don’t make your money through trades and investments without a deep understanding of numbers - but if she could still cut down on her losses… Well, Elsa would be quite pleased. But that wasn’t why she was here. Arithmancy had been an excuse - no, a tease. A way to play with her food before consuming it. So as she leaned back against his door and let her eyes linger on him, she imagined all the ways she could eat him up. He could hear the lock of the door behind her as she pushed off. Elsa seemed to nearly float toward one of the desks in the front row of his classroom; gliding until she was settling herself on top of it in a leisurely fashion. One leg crossing over the other as she rolled her ankle idly, leaning back so that her hands pressed against the surface of the old wood. Her eyes never left his, and she grinned as though she could read his thoughts. Perhaps she could, with them written so plainly across his face. Could he see how hers mirrored his own? ”What would I like to learn?”She smirked and narrowed her eyes just a little; studying him as he in turn watched her. ”I want to learn how long it takes before you break,” Elsa practically purred; her eyes never leaving his. She was bold. Confident in her abilities and in his desire. How could she not be? ”I want to learn what makes you beg, what makes you moan… I want to learn what makes you lose control.”Eyes as blue and clear as the arctic watched the emotions flicker across his face as she softened her voice; her expression one of absolute certainty. ”I want to learn about you, Professor. Every,” Those eyes dropped down slowly, ”inch” they trailed back up to his eyes. ”of you.”template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 23:29:35 GMT -5
The door lock clicked and suddenly he could feel his heart beat as though it was trying to escape his chest. No woman had ever made him feel as out of control as he knew he was quickly becoming. He hadn't even touched her. Hadn't even tasted how sweet he knew her lips would be. And she knew damn well the how she made men feel. The glint in her eyes was devious and predatory. " Is that right?" Voice shaking just the slightest, he sat back against his desk. One hand gripped the ledge of the desk as the other pushed hair away from his face. He was desperately trying to find some train of thought that wasn't his body pressing hers against the hard wood of the desk. Her fingers wrapped in his hair as he thrust-- Waya cleared his throat, turning his eyes away from her. There was no way he could control himself with her looking at him like that. There was no way he would be able to control himself for much longer at all. Elsa's words caught him, and he looked back at her just in time to see her eyes drift down to emphasize them. His breath caught again and he felt himself unconsciously push away from the desk and move towards her. Closing the gap until he was just within reach. " Where would you like to start?" His words were much more playful than he felt. He knew it was only a moment more before he gave in. Her scent was as intoxicating as every other part of her. template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2017 19:45:55 GMT -5
sweet like sugar venom Friday, September 16th Just within reach was all she needed. She watched as he pushed off of his desk and moved across the room to her; every sway of his arm or lift of his leg teasing her with a promise of strength and stability. It had been a very long time since Elsa had sought comfort in the arms of a man. Women had drawn her attention since the loss of her first husband. Even the simplistic and bright friendship of a gay husband and his affectionate lover had filled Elsa with enough joy for a while, but slowly over the past year she’s been… wanting. Elsa found new family in her niece and nephew, and although Alexander didn’t treat her like a stranger, Vera was still distant. Guarded and reserved. The shock of a family she never met had swelled with the desire for a maternal-esque relationship, and then never delivered. Then at the benefit, she’d seen Waya. Something about the warmth in his eyes and the flash of his smile… Elsa felt something she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Desire. And when Elsa desired something, she didn’t stop until she got it. Elsa reached out her hand and curled her fingers over his belt and tugged him closer; opening her knees so that he was settled between her thighs. Fabric still separated them, as annoying as that was, but her knuckles pressed against the firm surface of his abdomen as she looked up at him. Sitting on top of the desk, Waya still towered over her and she liked that. Her neck strained back, her lips spreading in an inviting smile as her fingers deftly unlatched his belt. ”How about right…” She pulled the belt from his jeans in a snap. ”Here?”template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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