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lennoxfraser:

Lennox had planned to take them to his dorm, but Flora instead opted for the closest option - Lennox didn’t know whose dorm it was, but it was empty and when the door was shut, it was silent. Thankful for a moment’s peace, which he hadn’t had since before breakfast, Lennox turned to watch Flora secure the room. “One of us has to think about this because half the time I don’t think you do,” Lennox said, the words coming out harsher than he’d intended, and he frowned. “It’s simple, yeah - between us it’s simple. But as much as you don’t like to admit it, the rest of the world matters, too. Making sure no one knows or suspects falls to me, and if that makes it weird, then we just have to deal with it.” Flora’s accusation - as gentle as it was - made Lennox’s frown deepen, but not out of anger. He sighed, and closed the distance between them, walking straight into her body and wrapping his arms around her, the place where he felt the most whole. “It’s not an issue,” he murmured into the skin of her shoulder. “What’s changed is that I can touch you now, and I don’t– I don’t know if that’s what you want by staying here. We don’t have rules for it, and I’m not saying we should, but– I need something to go on.” Lennox released her, pulling back just slightly, hands on her shoulders, face close. “What do you want?”

“We don’t have to do this, Lennox,” Flora said with a sharp sigh, pulling away – but only slightly. It was magnetic, what was between them. For every part of Flora there was that wanted to move away, there was another part that wanted to stay close. “I don’t want to make things more complicated for you than they already are. I don’t want you to have to spend every single day looking over your shoulder and watching what you say. We have to be smart about this. Of course, I understand that. But if this is going to become something else for you to worry about, then what’s the point?” She looked up at him, searching his face. Flora would never be able to let this happen, to be with Lennox if he was constantly looking over their shoulder instead of enjoying what was right in front of him. “You know how I feel,” she said plainly. “You know what I want. But it’s not worth it if this is just going to add more weight to your shoulders. I love you too much to do that to you.” This was his get out of jail free card, his chance to turn back and pretend that none of this had happened. No part of Flora wanted him to take the out, but she needed to give it to him. He’d sacrificed too much of his life and too much of his time catering to her needs, and she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she forced him to do it again. “It’s not about what I want, Nox,” she sighed, fingers finding his hand and twining them together. “What I want is easy. What I want is this – you, touching me like this.” She stepped closer, eyes holding his gaze, her throat tight as she finally said, “If that’s what you want too, then we can handle anything that comes our way. Together. Like we always do.”

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wren-turnbrook:

“Sorry, I can’t hear you over all the free room and privacy I’ve got in my dormitory. Sucks to be a Slytherin; I’d fucking hate cosying up with the lions.”

“Fuck off. No one needs your gloating. Be useful and let me bum a cigarette while I try and figure out how to escape this hell hole once and for all.”

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ainsley-morse:

“It’s not incredibly ideal but I suppose it’s better than getting attacked, right? But if you’re not happy about it I’m sure they’d be happy for you to sleep on the common room floor.”

“I mean– you’re not awful. But your housemates? I’d rather face whatever’s in the fucking dungeons.”

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lennoxfraser:

“I think you give Oldridge more credit in the brain cells department than I do,” Lennox said under his breath, looking away at the crowd that was surging - Ravenclaw’s coming, going, helping; Slytherins trying to haul their belongings in, exploring the house as though it were a gallery. “I’m not making it weird,” Lennox snapped, looking back to Flora, frowning at her. “Nothing’s changed, I said that before. Nothing will change between us.” It wasn’t exactly true, but not in the way Flora might’ve thought. “Right, you’re my sister, you’re staying,” Lennox repeated, nodding. “It’s not exactly simple, but–” Lennox’s words were cut off when someone slammed into him from behind, and Lennox was forced in a domino effect against Flora, catching himself from crushing her entirely by a hand on the wall. He was suddenly right against her, feeling her warm breath against his cheek and his eyes meeting hers - holding them for just a moment - before he turned around, looking at the gangly third year on the ground. “Watch where you’re going,” Lennox grated as the boy picked himself up, looking pink around the ears. “Come on,” Lennox sighed, taking Flora’s hand and leading her toward the stairs, which were filled with boys trying to get up or down. “Stay close.”

Flora stilled as Lennox pitched forwards, barely daring to breathe as Lennox’s body slotted against hers. Just like that, they were back in the locker rooms, hands all over, desperate for more, caught in the moment. Flora was almost grateful when Lennox pulled her away from the crowd towards the stairs, but despite the way her heart was thudding in her chest, despite the warmth of Lennox’s hand in hers, something about what he’d said had put her off. She tugged them into the nearest open, empty room, shutting the door behind them and pulling out her wand, flicking it quickly to bar the door with someone’s trunk. “You’re making it weird,” she said, relieved to finally be able to speak honestly and openly. “I know you’re not trying to. But you’re overthinking this, Nox. I promise. It is simple.” She took a step towards him, half waiting for rebuke, half hoping that he’d close the distance. “I’ve been sleeping in your bed my whole life. If that’s suddenly an issue for you, for any reason, that means that something’s changed, whether you want to admit that or not.”

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lennoxfraser:

Flora’s assessment of the Gryffindors made him smile, just the smallest of quirks to his lips before he was back to a face of stone, lest anyone see him. “Yeah, well, not sure you’re going to find much better in Ravenclaw, considering you’ll still be around your own housemates,” he teased, meeting her eye. Her proposal made him hesitate, just for a second, wondering if she was serious and if she’d thought it through properly. Knowing Flora, she hadn’t. “Sure, you can stay with me, you know that,” Lennox said, dropping his arms, and he guided her by the elbow over to the wall, away from the others. He was tired of being jostled anyway. “But– where are you going to sleep? I mean, it’s fine when it’s just the others, but with Darcy there, it might be a bit weird when he sees you crawling into my bed, don’t you think? And don’t get me wrong, I don’t give a fuck what Oldridge thinks, but– he’s liable to talk.” Lennox’s hand slid from her elbow to her wrist, then dropped away entirely. “What if you took my bed and I slept on the floor?”

Flora allowed herself to be drawn aside, following Lennox away from the crowd for more privacy. Her brother had always been far more preoccupied with the opinions of others, and Flora tried not to let it annoy her. He was being smart. One of them had to be. “Nox, Darcy will probably think it’s weird if we don’t sleep in the same bed,” she pointed out, keeping her tone as diplomatic as possible. “Everyone knows we’re close,” she said, lowering her voice. “And we are close. Whatever happened in the locker rooms–” she paused, taking a moment to choose her words carefully. “If you make this weird, people are going to pick up on it,” she said finally. “I’m coming to you, staying here, and sleeping in your bed because I’m your sister. It’s as simple as that.” It used to be that simple. Now, everything was all tangled together.

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lennoxfraser:

The noise of the Ravenclaw house was overwhelming, and Lennox had been standing with his arms folded, watching the Slytherins like a hawk for twenty minutes. The boys were disrespectful, and Lennox made sure to memorise a few faces in particular - ones that were taking liberties. Among the stream of new people into the house, Lennox saw a familiar head of dark hair, and when a greasy-headed boy stepped into the dorms, Lennox saw Flora. “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he said, pushing off from the wall to meet her. “I’m not one to complain about the amount of men in my general vicinity but even I have limits.” Lennox said, scowling over Flora’s shoulder at a boy whose trunk left a dint in the wall. “What’re you doing here? Thought you’d be making friends in Gryffindor by now.”

The castle was in enough chaos that Flora knew she wouldn’t be missed if she snuck out of the line of Slytherin girls traipsing towards the seventh floor and instead joined the herd of boys heading towards the Ravenclaw common room. Lennox’s scowl was a beacon of familiarity in all the turbulence, and any hesitation she might have had about turning to her brother right now vanished as soon as she saw him. “I’m not staying in Gryffindor,” she declared with a grimace. “They’re all a bunch of self important, self indulgent pricks, and why the fuck should I stay there when I can stay with you?” Flora glanced at Lennox, scrutinizing his expression carefully before adding, “I can stay with you, right?”

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avetthuxley:

Hux wrinkled his nose at the thought of the 7th year Ravenclaw dorm, and now Slytherin too, being a giant orgy. “Suddenly really glad that I’m not in 7th year.” Hux wasn’t sure if he’d be able to share the same tower with Solo or Lennox without punching either of them. much less share a room with them. “Good thing I know where Professor Longbottom keeps the extra shovels then. Better yet, just feed the body to the Giant Squid, that’ll take care of the bones too.”

“Yeah, on second thought, actually scratch that. Enough of my friends have screwed my brother, and I really, really, really don’t need that list getting any longer,” she said with a grimace, a small shudder going through her body. “Okay, but flaw in your plan – how do we get the body from the castle to the Squid without anyone seeing us? Unless you own an invisibility cloak I don’t know about.”

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doeeyedkitty:

❝I don’t—- ❞ Charlotte pursed her lips, not sure if it had been her in the first place that Flora had been addressing. Flora Fraser was one of those girls. The kind that Charlotte kept politely out of the way and for the most part, didn’t seem to notice Kitty even existed. She didn’t mind it, never held a grudge for it, but now the panic was raising and she hadn’t the foggiest what to do. ❝Think it’ll be so bad…❞ She itched that peculiar spot on her elbow that flared whenever unease settled into her bones. ❝The Gryffindor girls are really nice,❞ she trailed off, lost in thought of how Astoria had always been exceedingly sweet and helpful to her.

“Nice is subjective,” Flora said, nose wrinkling. “And, figures they’d be nice to you. You’re harmless. Which isn’t a bad thing,” she added after a beat. “It’s just easy to be nice to someone who never pushes back.”

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avetthuxley:

“I’m not sure what’s worse, the Gryffindors or the Ravenclaws.  At least rooming with the Gryffindors will provide you with some entertainment.  I’m going to be bored out of my mind rooming with those nerds.” 

“The nerds might surprise you. I hear the seventh year boys dorm in Ravenclaw is just one big orgy, so all hope isn’t lost. But I need you to know there’s a very real chance you’ll be getting an owl from me asking you to help me bury a body if this isn’t over within the next few days. The second they start talking shit – and you know they will – someone is getting decked.”

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“Vauxhall thinks putting two of the most egotistical, arrogant, reckless, and self-important groups of people in this castle in the same place will work out well? There’s no way in hell I’m sleeping with the fucking Gryffindors.”

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Spotting Charlie in the common room, Flora flounced over, dropping into the seat next to him on the couch and plucking the book straight out of his hands. After appraising the cover and seeing that she didn’t recognize it, she flipped through the first few chapters before she realized the gravity of what Charlie was reading. “Oh, not you as well,” Flora grumbled, like a toddler who’d been told she couldn’t have dessert before she ate her vegetables. “Everyone in this bloody castle is so worked up about politics all the damn time, and I wish they’d all just give it a rest. No one here is going to make a difference in anything going on outside these walls. All they’re doing is giving me a headache.” She pouted, looking to Charlie, expression forlorn. “Things used to be so much simpler.”

The book Charlie was reading was, perhaps, an unusual one for a Hogwarts student – he doubted the 1960s Civil Rights movement in muggle America came up too often in class. And yet this damned school, the word Greyfield  on everyone’s lips – it was getting to him. It was only recently that he’d been forced to pick a side, turning down Tegus’ job offer to keep his inventions on the right side of history, but the more he thought about it, the more upsetting he found it. His Slytherin nature had made him cautious, but he’d been a hat stall for a reason: a sense of justice, and of right and wrong, too strong in him to deny. As he reached the climax of the book, those eternal, groundbreaking words, Charlie felt the hairs on his arm prick up. “Separate is not equal,” he quoted to himself, feeling the gravity of the phrase even spoken just to himself. “Actual goosebumps. And not just because it’s surprisingly cold for this time of year.”

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theprxdigalson:

He snarled, but given his current state it was a little closer to pathetic than intimidating. Darcy grasped the bottle as it was passed back to him and took a swig, dark hooded eyes still grounded on Flora as if to warn her of the possible implications for stealing his drink. ❝I’m not moping,❞ he stammered as the neck of the bottle left his lips. ❝I don’t want either of you.❞ His gaze flittered from hers, trailed up the low heights of the dungeon’s ceiling as he wallowed in the ghostly green hue. The tic in his jaw grew and grew, there was no telling how it happened, when Darcy was scarcely coordinated enough to grasp the bottle, but he shuddered onto his feet. His expression contorted with a concoction of hurt and ire, ❝very fucking funny, you don’t think I hear the shit you and all of them say?❞ He wiped his mouth with one foul swoop of his hand. ❝Shut up!!❞ He snarled. ❝You and the rest of them don’t know.❞

Flora was taken aback at the strength of Darcy’s reaction. It didn’t necessarily garner her sympathy, per say, as her housemate was disagreeable and snobbish to almost everyone seemingly on principle. But she wasn’t heartless. “Jesus,” she said mildly, shifting where she sat and getting a better look of the other’s face. He was drunk, that was certain, but there was something in his eyes that made Flora feel something almost close to pity. Almost. “Is this supposed to be when I realize that the Darce-bot is human too?” she asked, although her comment lacked its usual bite. “Look, if you want us to stop giving you crap, maybe you shouldn’t be such a miserable arse all the time. And, here’s a shocker, maybe we don’t know anything about what’s actually going on with you because you think you’re above being friends with like 99% of people in this castle. Y’know. Just some food for thought.” Flora considered him for a moment, knowing full well that he’d probably have something scathing and douchey to say in response and wondering why she was even wasting her breath. “Also, while I’m in the mood of giving out free advice, you might want to trade out whatever third rate hooch that is for some water before you’re unceremoniously reunited with the shepherd’s pie from dinner.”

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elliot-fincher:

“Okay,” Elliot said, altogether too easily, and pointedly shifted his attention back to the algae just to be a pain. She nudged him anyway, and Elliot looked down at her feet, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Wait a second,” he said, gingerly transferring them to the stone floor. “Let me just–” He stood and went in search of the common room’s victrola. Wrapping both arms around the heavy, off-kilter thing, he lugged it off its table and settled it on the floor next to them. “Accio–” he paused to think, licking his lips. “Celestina Warbeck and The Banshee’s Amortentia Blues.” He strained to listen in the silence for the sound of a record zooming down the stairs. He was unlikely to accidentally summon someone else’s. Who in their generation still listened to Celestina?

A black shape blotted out the fireplace as it sped silently towards them in the dark. Elliot caught the record by one sharp corner and turned to fit the record to the victrola. Scarcely a second later, another record flipped out of the darkness, nearly braining him in its haste. Elliot looked it over, surprised, but there was nothing to indicate the owner. No autograph, either. Still, it warmed his heart to learn that there was at least one other Warbeck fan in his House. It had to be a witch or wizard, too, because muggleborns unanimously seemed to have something against records and preferred something called “em-peas.”

“I’m not allowed to ask how you are, but you’re allowed to ask me?” Elliot asked, pulling the first record out of it’s sleeve and discarding the second nearby. “Who made these rules?” A crooning, instrumental version of “Flighty Aphrodite” began playing when he dropped the needle. Elliot had first heard the instrumental even before the original. It was smokier, more mysterious, and most days Elliot loved it more. It suited tonight, filtering through the greenish glow that washed them both out and the firelight that caught on the messy edges of Flora’s bedhead. He prayed Flora would let him get away without answering and let the music answer for him instead.

Elliot turned the volume down low and his attention back to Flora. They faced each other again, and Elliot crossed his legs this time to give her more space. He coaxed Flora’s feet into his lap again, glancing at her to be sure he’d resettled them comfortably. His eyes strayed to the cork she’d carelessly tossed away, and he reached for it. “I’ll believe it when I see it. You’d think I was slipping you sleeping draught, the way you always pass out on me,” he said, idly digging bitten nails into the smooth, spongy cork. He leaned back and watched the way Flora’s eyelids dipped as she took another swig. “How’s the wine?”

Flora tipped her head back, taking a long pull straight from the bottle just as one record whizzed through the air. She had to duck to avoid being decapitated by the second one, some wine dribbling down the front of her paint stained hoodie as she spilled on herself in her haste to move. But she didn’t particularly mind, given that Celestina Warbeck wasn’t actually that bad, and the long forgotten singer always seemed to make Elliot happy. In the tenure of their friendship, she’d even managed to learn some of the words, and she hummed along to the melody of “Flighty Aphrodite” under her breath. “Fine,” she conceded. “You’re allowed to ask, but that doesn’t mean I have to answer. You didn’t answer,” she added shrewdly, eyeing him as she took another gulp of wine. “Which is completely understandable because who the fuck wants to rehash their feelings on a semi-regular basis? Hufflepuffs, that’s who.”

She grinned primly when Elliot settled her feet back in his lap, wriggling her fuzzily-clad big toe in an effort to poke and prod at him, simply to diffuse some of her restless energy. However, in doing so, she just ended up spilling more wine on herself, which was a pointless waste of resources. Pouting, she dabbed at her shirt, giving a scoff of affront at Elliot’s assertion of her sleepiness. “You fall asleep on me just as much,” she shot back, although, as soon as she said it, she realized it wasn’t true. “Okay, fine,” she backtracked sullenly, “maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but you did leave the last Quidditch kickback early to go to bed. Which is just as heinous of an offense, potentially even worse. So. I win.” Flora’s logic was, as always, nonexistent, but she was drinking her wine so quickly that it was starting to go to her head.

“S’good,” she said in response to his question, giving him a small toast before taking another swig. “Actually, that’s not true. It kind of tastes like really shitty, warm adult grape juice, but it’s doing the trick, so.” She held out the bottle to him in case he wanted a few sips, not minding sharing with Elliot, as he was one of the few people who consistently improved her mood. “Want some?” she asked. “I know I didn’t exactly give it a glowing recommendation, but in all honesty, it’s not that bad. Better than that piss the Hogs Head calls ale, that’s for sure.”

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A burst of breathless laughter left Flora’s lips as Lennox pulled down his trousers and took himself in his hand, doing all of the work to get them both off. It was typical of him, taking all of the burden onto himself rather than sharing the experience with them both. However, she also was acutely aware of the fact that Lennox was more hesitant to cross this line than she was, and as much as she wanted to touch him, as much as she wanted this to be everything all at once, she had the foresight to use caution so as not to scare Lennox off. Slow and tentative, Flora reached out, covering Lennox’s hand with hers and giving him ample opportunity to push her away or tell her to stop. “Together,” she agreed, canting her hips to give him a better angle, desperate for whatever he would give her. Her hand still on top of his, their bodies pressed close, she kissed him hard, the noises of her building pleasure lost between them.

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am-flying-solo:

“Well, let me know if he has any– you know, friendly discounts.” Solo smiled, already knowing that whatever the guy charged would probably be too much - one thing was indulging his casual use; hooking up August was another thing entirely. August was a heavy user, and Solomon had waned off of most of the pills and potions they used to share back in fifth year. No drug dealer in their sane mind would have enough painkillers to keep the boy on cloud nine for a price Solo could afford, not even Flora. “Or free samples. Just braching out. Painkillers, mostly. That sort of thing.” He hoped she wouldn’t ask. Once upon a time, he wouldn’t have to worry, but they had already crossed that line before.

“Shit, Flora.” Solo shook his head as she drank, watching her chase the high like it could purge her demons. He still remembered the effect the Thornbrooks had on Lennox - what they had done to him, and the wounds that never healed: a twelve year old boy bending backwards as to not break, twisting himself into something smaller, easier on the eyes. Loren didn’t deserve that - but Flora didn’t deserve him either. Life, he’d learned, was less about getting what you deserved, and more about making the best out of nothing, so he drank to that, letting the bitter taste of alcohol burn his throat on its way down. “Least you’re not alone in this.” he offered, because they both knew there was nothing else to be said: no possible escape route, no way out of a life-long cage neither Flora nor Lennox had asked for. “You’ve got your brother and Loren’s– well, he’s got a family. A mum and dad in you two, I guess. That’s gotta be better than what you two had growing up– no offense. But that’s some nuclear bullshit right there. It could work. Maybe… maybe he’ll get to grow up mostly fine.” He took another long sip and handled the dink back to Flora, hands busy with setting up the oxy she’d thrown his way: a string of neat little rows. 

He admired that sort of loyalty they had, the Frasers. Solo wasn’t so sure he could have done the same in her place - couldn’t be so sure he wouldn’t bolt and run an disappear, running from responsibility like a man escaping a death sentence. But they stuck together - and maybe that meant they’d be alright, all things considered. “Go ahead, do the honors. You deserve to get fucked up. No babies or bullshit, yeah? Let’s forget real life tonight.”

“Listen,” Flora shrugged, dipping her head down and inhaling quickly, sniffing a few times to clear her nose as the oxy hit the back of her throat, flooding through her smooth as ever. “I can front you some pills if you want ‘em. Merlin knows I’ve been buying painkillers in bulk as of late, so. If you like them, I can get you more. This shit ain’t cheap, but the guy I buy ‘em from cuts twenty percent off the top if I blow him, and he kind of looks like a younger, taller Halburn with abs of steel, so it’s not like– the worst thing I’ve done for a discount.” She grinned at Solo, knowing that she didn’t need to explain herself to the older boy and relishing in the feeling of being around someone who wasn’t going to judge her for her every move and every mistake. “Not to mix business with pleasure, but if you did ever wanted to buy ‘em off me, I wouldn’t say no. It’d probably be better if you did anyways so I’m not fucking doing it all by myself.”

Flora quieted as the oxy took hold, watching Solo’s face as he spoke. Sometimes, it was hard to believe that someone like him could be as sincerely hopeful as he was, but she understood where it came from. What else could people like them do but hope and wait and pray for things to finally get better? The alternative was too depressing to think about. So, when Solo said that Loren might turn out mostly fine – it amused her more than it should, knowing that she and Lennox and now Loren would never be okay or happy or well. All they had to look forward to was mostly fine, and that should make her sad, but instead, she just felt like laughing at the sheer irony of it all –  Flora believed him. Or rather, Flora believed that Solo believed that was possible for Loren. Thankfully, he gave her an out so that she didn’t have to tell him just how wrong he was, and she did another line before she could stop herself. “Fuck, this is so depressing,” Flora groaned, flopping back on the nearest desk, arms splayed, staring up at the ceiling of the empty classroom. “How the fuck did we end up here?” she asked, although she wasn’t exactly hoping for an answer. Nothing anyone could say would be even remotely satisfying.

“Alright,” she said, sitting up and stumbling to her feet, grabbing a piece of chalk and writing on the nearest board, in large, lopsided letters, RULES. “One, no talking about family,” she said, dictating as she wrote. “Two, no one is allowed to be sad. Three, we’re drinking until we can’t anymore. Four, whoever throws up first has to wear a cone of shame for all of tomorrow. Okay?” She turned to him, full of a manic sort of energy that only came out when she was around Solo, both of them enabling each other as they hurtled towards mutual self-destruction. “Granted, I haven’t exactly figured out what the cone of shame is, but. That’s for tomorrow-me to think about.”

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Flora’s entire body stilled when Lennox touched her, sparks shooting underneath her skin, a choked gasp leaving her lips before she realized she was making noise. Lennox’s fingers were long and rough, and she canted her hips desperately, silently urging him on, to give her more, to touch her everywhere, to take this – whatever it was – as far as they could. But, of course, she knew her brother. He was far more sensible than she would ever be, and when he spoke, she felt something deflate inside of her, even as he caught her mouth with his, sending a roaring thunder of arousal down her spine. She wanted more, but she wouldn’t get that today, so she’d have to settle for this – this, being more than she’d ever imagined would happen. “M’not giving you anything,” she said, breathless and teasing, fingers curling in his hair as she tugged his head back, exposing his throat and kissing his neck, her lips soft but her teeth sharp and biting. She knew more than she probably should about what Lennox liked in bed, considering how many partners they shared and how open they’d always been about their sex lives, but she never thought the information would come in handy like this. “We’re doing this together or not at all,” she said, voice muffled and quiet, trapped between their bodies. “I won’t–” she began, her words cut off by a surprised whine that left her lips as Lennox quickened the pace of his fingers, “I won’t come until you do,” she managed to gasp out. “Both of us. Together. Like always.” She cupped his face with one hand, guiding his hand towards her cunt with the other. “We’ll go slow,” she said, hoping that would appease at least some of Lennox’s sensibility. “We don’t have to– do anything you don’t want to, I just– I want to see you. Just as much as you want to see me.”

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