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[ closed ] take just a little bit of time just to make you feel right
The thing Leo has come to love most about being a half-blood and going to wizard school isn't the magic - it's the parties. Any normal teenagers can throw a decent party if given half a chance, but throw magic into the mix, and all bets are off. And, of course, he knows exactly the right way through the secret tunnels to get to Hogsmeade, and there is this one bar that'll give something a little stronger than regular old butterbeer to a bunch of underage kids, and then there's the entrance to the kitchens where Piper can talk the house elves into just about anything... Add all that together, and it's simple math, when you get right down to it.
The only thing to make your standard teenage wizarding party better here at Hogwarts is to bring in all the Houses in the Room of Requirement. The best part? Not having to sneak in anything from Hogsmeade, because the Room takes care of everything for them, and the supply is neverending.
It doesn't take much for these affairs to start getting out of hand, and Leo of course isn't one to let a good party pass him by. The Room is making sure he has a steady supply of his favorite drinks throughout the night, and the stereo he rigged up for a friend in third year is still going strong, playing some of the better tunes that both the Muggleborns and Pure-bloods can get behind. It's all to hang out before Christmas break, and to celebrate a great game of Quidditch - and there are even a good number of Hufflepuffs around, those that are too good-natured to hold a grudge against the Ravenclaw team for doing their jobs. All in all, it's a great shindig, and it's not until long after curfew that Leo even considers going back to the common room.
By the time he actually does go, the task turns out to be more difficult as he'd imagined it would be. The portraits are about ten times as entertaining as usual, especially that one knight, and even the ones that chastise him as he stumbles down the hall, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous some of them sound, ordering him to get back to his common room before one of the prefects or professors catch him.
"The prefects are still down the hall," he slurs, and Sir Cadar- Sir Cardigan? Whatever the name is, Leo doesn't care, but it's still funny that the guy thinks he needs an escort back to the tower. Like he's that bad. He's walking in a perfectly straight line, except for where the wall curves. And he's totally almost there, anyway. At least, he thinks he is.
The only thing to make your standard teenage wizarding party better here at Hogwarts is to bring in all the Houses in the Room of Requirement. The best part? Not having to sneak in anything from Hogsmeade, because the Room takes care of everything for them, and the supply is neverending.
It doesn't take much for these affairs to start getting out of hand, and Leo of course isn't one to let a good party pass him by. The Room is making sure he has a steady supply of his favorite drinks throughout the night, and the stereo he rigged up for a friend in third year is still going strong, playing some of the better tunes that both the Muggleborns and Pure-bloods can get behind. It's all to hang out before Christmas break, and to celebrate a great game of Quidditch - and there are even a good number of Hufflepuffs around, those that are too good-natured to hold a grudge against the Ravenclaw team for doing their jobs. All in all, it's a great shindig, and it's not until long after curfew that Leo even considers going back to the common room.
By the time he actually does go, the task turns out to be more difficult as he'd imagined it would be. The portraits are about ten times as entertaining as usual, especially that one knight, and even the ones that chastise him as he stumbles down the hall, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous some of them sound, ordering him to get back to his common room before one of the prefects or professors catch him.
"The prefects are still down the hall," he slurs, and Sir Cadar- Sir Cardigan? Whatever the name is, Leo doesn't care, but it's still funny that the guy thinks he needs an escort back to the tower. Like he's that bad. He's walking in a perfectly straight line, except for where the wall curves. And he's totally almost there, anyway. At least, he thinks he is.
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"What do you think? I'm not exactly stick thin."
She pulls back to brush her lips over his before her tongue laps out to taste his bottom lip. "Your hands are warm." And her skin is considerably warmer under his fingertips.
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Wands, sweets, small notebooks, Zonko's products, a midnight snack from the kitchen... The school robes are generally large enough to tuck away a good amount, and Leo knows that from experience. He's pleased to note that so far, the dress stands up to par, and that only makes Leo appreciate it more as he feels the fabric of her underwear beneath his fingers. It makes him pause, a little startled that she'd let him get this far, a little unsure of where to go next. There is a clear path in his mind, but he isn't so far gone that he can't see the problems with following it.
So instead, he follows the line of elastic around toward Natalie's back, exploring the part of her he's always found some way to appreciate, robes or no. And he throws himself into the kiss whole-heartedly, eager to keep going and following her lead, brushing his tongue over her lips like he had earlier.
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Her ankles link once more but this time behind his back, legs encircling him and keeping him close.
"I didn't wear this for you," she reminds him, teasingly, even as her skin tingles with each caress.
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It's good enough that she's wearing it at all tonight, let alone allowing him to get close enough to properly appreciate it. The way she holds his hair has Leo making another soft sound against her lips, and he gives her a light squeeze, pulling her a little closer still.
"You didn't have to," he translates. "It still looks good on you."
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Her nails drag lightly against his scalp before she lets one hand slowly drop to rest over his chest.
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"So, are you going to snog me senseless here or what?"
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Nevertheless, he'll use his grip on her backside as leverage to pull her against him, letting his lips crash against hers, biting playfully.
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And then she falls silent, only to groan softly at the intensity of this particular ... session. They're especially close - a little too close, what with her legs around him like that. Even so, her hands wander slowly along his chest and over his arms until she reaches his hands. Then, she pulls them away from her hips and rests them on her waist instead.
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...Until she moves his hands, and he lets out a small, muffled whine. But, well, if that's how she wants to play it, he'll find other ways to keep himself occupied. One of his hands finds its way out of her skirt and follows the curve of her side up from Natalie's waist, taking his time to acquaint himself with her body. He wants to remember this later.
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"You can touch me a little higher," Natalie informs him before she even thinks about what she's saying, her voice unusually quiet as she drags her hands up his arms again, looping her arms around his neck.
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"Good," he says, voice a whisper. "Yo estaba planeando."
Not one to let an invitation like that go to waste, Leo immediately moves his hand up over the curve of her chest, giving it a gentle squeeze through the fabric of her dress. It's a good feeling, he decides, having her in his hands, her arms around his neck, lips against his. If they could stay like this for a while, he wouldn't mind at all.
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Her back arches and she presses into him unintentionally. A touch bashful, she licks her lips and strays from his, peppering a few kisses over his jaw, lightly nibbling on his earlobe.
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A little late for that, anyone else might say, but he can deny it as long as he wants.
Honestly, right now, Leo just wishes there weren't so much bloody fabric to this dress. He could stand to feel a little more skin under his hands, but it is what it is, and if he knows her at all, he knows Natalie isn't likely to let him go much further than this. And it's more than enough to keep him awake at night - more than he ever would have expected to be allowed anywhere near before now, dares aside.
Tomorrow, he'll avoid her, pretend he isn't nursing a hangover and sipping his housemate's potion to relieve it, act as if none of this has happened. Between the two of them, this has never been a simple situation, and Leo isn't sure how to go about pursuing it any further without falling back into old habits. It's easy now, but tomorrow, and the day after...
But Leo isn't worried about that now. As long as they're here, all he'll have to think about is Natalie and the growing ache he won't be able to ignore forever. It's not a bad ache, though - not with her in his hands like this, and he doesn't notice as he murmurs softly, "Sigue adelante, Natalie."
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And that he can do the same for her. Fine line between this and that.
It's a cold shower can't fix though she knows she'll overthink it until the sun comes up, wondering what her next move will be. She's somehow attempting to change the game again, shifting pace.
"What'd you say?" she whispers in his ear, letting her hand slide up into his hair.
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If she wants to give him more to look at, more to explore, he'll follow her lead without any hesitation. Seeing her neck and shoulder bare is... enticing, and for a moment, he just lets his eyes take in the sight before reaching up to touch her, biting his lip. If Natalie weren't where she is right now, he'd want to test her limits a little further, see how if she likes having someone kiss her neck or her shoulder, but Leo is too content with their current position to move. Instead he'll just brush his fingers over her skin, exploring and memorizing it while he has the chance.
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Her mind drifts to the hand on her neck and shoulder but she lets him do as he pleases, lowering her arm to rest her hand on his torso. The other curls around his head and lightly tugs on his hair.
It doesn't drive her mad, surprisingly, and she wants to give herself over to her curiosity and, well, lust. A sense of responsibility keeps her in check, however. To a certain extent.
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He's curious, and feeling a little extra daring tonight. It's easy enough to slide his hand a little further down, toy with the edge of the fabric, slip his fingertips beneath it... Leo's just waiting for her to stop him at this point, but he's more than happy to press on until she does. He's taking this slowly enough, moreso than he would have liked, but this is already dangerous territory, and he knows it.
It comes as a particularly intriguing challenge, finding her limit, and though it'll be a point of frustration later, he doesn't actually mind. A cold shower will be needed, maybe, but that's alright. As far as Leo is concerned, this is worth the trouble.
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She hadn't realized how sensitive she would be, how it further tightens her muscles and further spreads the warmth in her belly. Her head lolls to the side and her eyes flutter closed as she gives herself over to him a little more.
"More," Natalie finds herself saying.
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"I didn't know you were that eager to know what I look like under all that," she jokes.
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Not that he'll be complaining about that anytime soon. It feels good to have her there, anchoring him and keeping him from backing away, as if he would. That little hint of blue - the color of his House, he can't help but note - looks even better against her skin than the green, though, and Leo decides in that moment that he'd like to see more of it. In the back of his mind, he wonders, could she have been sorted to Ravenclaw? He thinks so. Her grades are the next best thing to perfect, and her wit's always been quick. That would have made things interesting, wouldn't it?
Well. That's beside the point. He wants to see more of it, so he continues pulling her dress down, letting his hand fit comfortably over her breast as he does. "Te ves bien en azul," he murmurs, drinking in the sight.
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Idly, she draws lines over his back with the tips of her fingers, leaning back a little to actually watch the look on his face as he reveals even more of her. One eyebrow goes up. "Blue's always been my favorite color," she continues, talking as if they aren't doing what they're doing. "I just - don't wear it much in school, I su'pose."
She doesn't answer the first question, a little embarrassed to acknowledge it.
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But she's in Slytherin, so it makes sense she wouldn't wear the color much. Too bad.
"You should wear blue more often."
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She glances down at her own chest, wondering exactly how he sees her, what she must look like to him. Her pale skin is quite pink now, especially under his ... scrutiny? She isn't sure what to call that.
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