you and i misbehaving

[Clementine Knight]

Ah, fuck.

It was cold.

As goose bumps immediately erupted on her skin, Clementine grumbled under her breath. The moments after you turned off the hot shower water, before you got into warm clothes, were always the worst. She tugged her towel across her back, up and down her legs and arms, before tossing it on the ground. She tugged her clothes on as fast as she could, cringing slightly at the pain in her arm. A pulled muscle wouldn’t keep her from the next practice, but she knew she had to go easy on it. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she bent over and gathered up her things from the locker room floor, ready to get back to the dorm room for the night. Clementine made her way through the empty girl’s locker room towards the exit, mentally going over what homework she had to complete for the weekend… surprisingly, it would be a little less than usual, because she’d – shit, had she forgotten her hair wash in the shower? Squinting, she slung her bag onto a bench and began rummaging through it, hoping to – ah, there it was! Rolling her eyes at herself, she rearranged everything in her bag, and was just about to zip it back up... until she knocked her bottle of firewhisky out of it.

She let out a quiet whine as it rolled across the floor and eventually into the men’s locker room. ”Oh, you’ve got to be bloody kidding me,” she muttered to herself, immediately regretting not taking it out of her bag and stashing it in the bottom of her trunk like a smart person would have. She’d just have to go on in and hope Kieran and Julien had already left. She zipped her bag back up and slung it over her shoulder, before following the bottle into the other room. ”Helloooo?” she spoke quietly, peeking her head past the door and gingerly stepping in, hoping she wasn’t going to stumble upon a teammate naked. No one seemed to be around, so she stepped further into the locker room, finally spotting the bottle under a bench. She crouched down and reached out for it, but another beat her to it. She immediately stood up and furrowed her brows at her team mate – it was Kieran – until noticing she was a little too close to him. So close it would be too easy to entertain thoughts of snogging him… ah, shit, she needed to snap out of it. Clementine swayed back a few steps and her heart accelerated, pounding loudly in her ear. She wasn’t sure why – maybe it was because he could easily turn her in and get her in trouble (though she knew he wouldn’t), or the embarrassment of being found meandering around in the boy’s locker room, or maybe because she was just around him in general.

Probably a combination of all. Actually just the second two.

”Well at least you’re not naked,” she said lightly, letting out an awkward laugh. ”No, seriously, I didn’t think anyone was in here…” she trailed off, looking around to see if Julien was still around as well. He didn’t appear to be. ”…but apparently I was wrong,” she muttered, looking down feeling rather defeated. ”Can I have my firewhisky back?” she held her hand out expectantly and waited for him to return it to her. You know, as absurd as the consequences might have been, she was actually feeling a little pleased about this meeting. She liked to be alone with him, but it didn’t seem to happen as much as she liked – they were always surrounded by other team members at practice, fellow students in the classrooms or common room or library, mutual friends in the great hall or Hogsmeade. Now she just had to hope he wanted to be alone with her too.

…That he didn’t have some other girl to run off to and be with.

[Kieran Sullivan]

Probably the most enjoyable things about Quidditch practices - besides the whole flying and playing bit, of course - was the opportunity for long, hot showers. He figured that there was some sort of magic involved in the locker rooms, because they somehow never ran out of hot water, so Kieran could stand there for ages under the warm spray, letting it beet down on his sore and tired muscles, relaxing them in a way that was similar to a massage. Although not as well, obviously. As always, he was the last one to leave his shower stall, having taken up as much time as possible without his teammates suspecting that he was doing something unseemly in there. Running his fingers through his wet hair - which, really, was getting completely out of control and he was going to have to cut it soon or something because it was starting to get in his eyes when he flew and Alice kept ruffling it and calling him a puppy which, frankly, was getting quite annoying - Kieran wrapped the towel around his waist and noted with little surprise that he was now alone in the locker room. No doubt they'd all run off to have dinner and then pass out on their beds. Which was exactly what Kieran was planning on doing, and if he happened to miss dinner, he'd get food from the kitchen anyway. Merlin, he hoped he didn't miss it, though, he really couldn't be arsed to take that entire journey to the kitchens.

His muscles screamed in protest as he dried himself off and pulled on his boxers and jeans, reaching with the towel to rub at his hair vigorously and get it as dry as possible so he wouldn't get his shirt wet. He had experience with walking around in a semi-wet shirt and had wound up going to Madam Pomfrey for a quick fix for a common cold which, while curable within hours, was still annoying as hell because all you did was sneeze during those hours and he'd almost bitten his tongue a couple of times because of it because, well, he was kind of a complete doofus. Plus, he didn't want anything to keep him from Quidditch practice. He'd been working harder than anyone to prove that he was capable of being a good team member, despite the fact that he'd that accident earlier that year and Madam Pomfrey's suspicions about it "not being the same", especially since he was a Chaser and needed to have a good throwing arm, just like Beaters needed to have their arms well and ready to...well, beat at the bludgers, pretty much. He was quite proud of himself, though. Although the first few practices had been hell because he'd been laying off the arm, so getting the muscles to co-operate with him were tough, not to mention his co-ordination was off due to lack of practice, Kieran had eventually gotten back into the rhythm of things and come back stronger, faster and better than ever - or so he liked to believe. May hadn't voiced any complaints about him for a few weeks now, so he figured he must be doing something right.

He'd just pulled his shirt over his head when he felt something hit his bare foot. Confused, Kieran looked down and was surprised to find that it was a bottle. And not just any bottle, either, but firewhiskey. Automatically, he reached down to pick it up, because it wasn't every day you got free alcohol, and for a moment he wondered if he'd just gotten lucky, but then he noticed the other hand that reached for it after his fingers had closed around the neck and he straightened up, his eyes moving up the distinctly female figure until it settled on the owner's face, his eyebrows shooting upwards in surprise when he saw who it was, and then rising further at her first comment, a laugh leaving his lips. "I like taking long showers," he admitted with a casual shrug. He considered her question, giving the bottle in his hands a long look and then looking up at her again. "Ye sure this is yers, Knight? Ye don' strike me as a drinking type. Aren't ye, like, sixteen or sommat?"

[/color] He grinned playfully, shifting the bottle from one hand to the other. "Were ye planning on drinkin' that alone? 'Cause that's kinda lonely. An' it's also hogging. Sharin' is caring, love."[/color] He kept a tight grip on the bottle, just in case she entertained ideas of snatching it out of his hands, his gaze bright and teasing. He enjoyed Clementine's presence, to be honest. She was very gorgeous, but it was more than that. She challenged him, in a way. In a good way. He liked it, and he liked her, too. He'd just never stopped to think about how much.

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[Clementine Knight]

"Yes, well, showers are very nice," she agreed with him hastily, eying his hand as he stared at the bottle. She glanced up and down, between his shadowy face and his hand, waiting for him to surrender it to her. But he probably wouldn't. Because he was Kieran. And he liked being a pain in the ass. Ugh. "I am old enough to be choosing what I put into my body, thank you very much, Sullivan," she huffed, swiping her hand at the bottle as he tossed it from hand to hand. No luck, though; a bottle was breakable, and she sure as hell did not want to waste those three galleons on the floor of the boy’s locker room. Sighing dramatically for the added effect, she crossed her arms and looked at him through narrowed eyes, grumpy about him stealing it. Giving in and drinking it with him, though, that was something she was at least a little interested in… "Well I was saving it for a special occasion," she trailed off, stepping a bit closer to him, hand steadily held out to grab the bottle. In her chest, she could feel her heart pounding faster and faster. Was it because of him? Or was it because of challenge at hand - getting the bottle back, that is. Although now that she thought about it, he could kind of be considered a challenge too.

"Are you trying to get me to share this bottle of firewhisky with you, Kieran?" she questioned teasingly, raising an eyebrow at him. ”I can’t very well share it with you when you’re holding it captive.” Her voice was quiet and she had a small smile on her face. She leaned a bit closer to him, surprised at how comfortable she felt. Being in such. Close. Proximity. To his lips. Her eyes scanned his face, looking to see if he was comfortable with it too; she took in every inch of his skin, his eyes, his nose, his jaw, his mouth. Thinking back, she couldn’t remember any time she’d been this close to before… even the few slowdances they saved for one another in the past few years at the balls, they’d spent with their cheeks pressed together, mumbling into one another’s ears. She felt like she could hold his gaze for hours right now, she wanted to – but that was a terrible idea, wasn’t it?

Snap out of it, Clementine.

Shifting her weight backwards, she let her gaze fall to the floor. How obvious was she? Fighting the desire to bang her head against the nearest locker (and touch him, and kiss him…), she stared down at the floor for a few more seconds, questioning her sanity. A quiet sigh escaped her lips back and she looked up to him, a mischevious look in her eye. ”Please give me the bottle back, Kieran.” She swiped at it again, but he dodged her; she grabbed tight on one of his forearms hoping if she had him at least somewhat stabilized she could pry it out of his hand. Instead he just moved his hands behind his back, pulling her body with him. Clenching her hand around the bottle, she tried to yank it away but his hands were too strong. ”Give it baaaack!” she whined, letting out a pathetic laugh (mostly at herself) and tugging pathetically on the bottle, with no avail. ”Pleaaase?”

she pouted up at him, looking into his eyes again, and then down to his lips… and without even thinking, she did it. One hand reaching to his jaw, she tugged his face down to close the few inches between them, closing her eyes and kissing him gently.

His hand went lax behind them and the bottle got heavier in hers; the shift of weight made her realize she was kissing Kieran Sullivan and she pulled away slowly. Color rushed to her cheeks and she stared at him once again, trying to guage if that had been bad or good or… confusing? ”Well.”[/color] She spoke a bit awkwardly, but she didn’t want the silence to linger in the air for too long. ”I hope you’re okay with drinking straight from the bottle, since I don’t have any cups or chaser,” she said, twisting the cap off the recently reclaimed bottle and taking a swig from it. She really needed it after that.
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[Kieran Sullivan]

Suffice it to say that Kieran...well, he enjoyed teasing people and making them flustered. He enjoyed doing it to girls, especially, because they tended to get red in the face and do adorable things like stomp their little feet and pout with their lips. Of course, sometimes it escalated into them actually punching/otherwise trying to maim him if he got too annoying, and although it wasn't like he thought they could seriously hurt him, sometimes if they hit you repeatedly on the same spot...well, he would never, ever admit this out loud (because, honestly, he didn't want anyone thinking he was a wuss), but it hurt, all right? Especially certain girls had a lot more power behind their muscles and it was difficult not to outwardly appear in pain. And, honestly, he didn't think it was fair that girl could get away with physical abuse and guys couldn't. Not that he was saying hitting a girl was fine, because it wasn't, but on the other hand if a girl was to raise her hand on a male, no one would question it. Granted, she may not cause as much pain, but still. He knew his rights! Or whatever! Or knew he didn't have them! ...well, anyway. Point was. He liked teasing girls to the point where they would resort to physical violence to get him to stop, because it was fun. He was already incredibly entertained by Clementine as she attempted to swipe the bottle back from him, and at one point he almost lost his grip on the bottle, but managed to keep a tight grip on it in the last instant. Would have been a damn shame if he'd dropped it, such a waste of alcohol. She seemed to realise this, too, because she stopped and simply folded her arms to regard him with a blatantly huffy expression. Kieran grinned. Did he mention how much he loved teasing girls? "Special occasion, hmm? Are ye saving it for when we win the Quidditch cup?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. While they'd suffered a defeat when they went up against the Hufflepuffs, Kieran had every confidence that they would bounce back stronger and better than ever.

When she leaned in a little closer Kieran was, admittedly, surprised. He'd always thought that Clementine generally liked her personal space bubble, at least around him and yet, here she was, completely invading his. Not that he minded, since he could smell her shampoo from this close and it was...well, it wasn't bad at all. Actually, it was quite good, and he had to stop himself from obviously sniffing because she might be quite weirded out by that. "I guess that's true," he said, pretending to seriously consider what she was saying. "But then again, I could always take off with the bottle, and then I don' have ter share it,"

[/color] he added. He wasn't being serious, of course. There were some unspoken codes you just didn't break, and one of them was that you did not steal a man's liquor. Or, in this case, woman's. Still. Close enough. He wasn't seriously going to leave without returning it. He just wanted to see her sweat it out, wanted to see Clementine get all flustered, wanted to see how far he could push her before she did something drastic, like try to climb all over him to get to it. Hmm...now there was a thought, and not an unpleasant one at all. Kieran barely managed to suppress a smirk, raising his eyebrows as he waited for her next move, laughing earnestly when she swiped at it again and then grabbed onto his arm. Determined to keep it as far from her reach as possible, he moved his arms behind his back, not expecting her to continue clinging onto him, thus forcing her body closer to his until they were practically pressed up against each other. He was too busy chuckling to really notice, though. Or he was, that is, until she went and pressed her mouth against his.

Wait.

Hold on.

What?

Blimeyshewasactuallykissing him?! Clementine Knight was actually kissing him? By the time he'd relaxed enough to start returning the kiss, he felt an emptiness in his hand that meant he'd just lost the bottle to this - this - wiley minx! His eyes widened a little as he stared down at her in complete shock. He'd never, in a million years, have expected Clementine Knight to actually kiss him, let alone to do it for a firewhiskey bottle. He was surprised. He was amused. He was a little annoyed.

He wanted to kiss her again.

Instead, he stepped back and shook his head, chuckling. "That was incredibly sneaky of you, Miss Knight,"[/color] he told her teasingly, sitting down on one of the benches near his locker, and not because he felt a little weak at the knees, or because if he didn't he might press her up against said lockers and snog her properly, and that would be...bad. Because they were friends, just friends. Except she was also a very pretty lass, and he was a hot-blooded bloke and, well, usually that combination led to snogging with him when you dangled temptation in front of him and ugh he'd stopped making sense so he held out his hand for the bottle and, when she gave it to him, he took a hearty gulp and shook his head a little. Pulling it away from his lips, Kieran looked down at the bottle contemplatively and then looked up at her, smirking suddenly. "How 'bout we make this a little more interesting? We could play a drinking game."[/color] He unconsciously shifted the bottle from one hand to the other, considering her carefully, not sure whether she'd be willing or not. "Do ye know any drinking games? I only know muggle ones, like Never Have I Ever. Ye ever play tha'?"[/color]

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