Courting in The Courtyard [Kalib]

[kalib]

“Why of course we will…if you can keep up…” Mmm, poking at his pride again. Why did girls always do that? It never escaped any person of the female species that guys did in fact have flaws and while they’d never openly admit them, girls decided to graciously flaunt them? Although, placing that stereotype over girls wasn’t all together fair – Kalib had been known for over-obsessive teasing. Alright, so I’m not the greatest, morally brilliant man alive, he thought vaguely, so sue me.

And then she was gone. In the time it took to blink Mariella was already a good distance away. His eyes narrowed and a smirk grew – and just like that he was bolting after her. Quickly her fading form reversed and was suddenly getting larger. Kalib chuckled under his breath, which was immediately followed by too much air flowing into his mouth and leaving his lips dry. The only downfall of flying, he remarked silently. Carefully he focused on the positives, like the wind blowing his little spike flat against his head, the rushing breeze against his bare skin, the sun dazzling Mariella in a thick light that stopped his hearts beating. A new upside to flying.

Craftily Kalib to follow in pursuit, never threatening her position in the lead but careful not to allow much more distance then a yard or two. Her course surprised him, winding around after her and past the high towers. Once he thought he saw something staring up at them, but they passed to quickly to be certain. But the view was much better up ahead, the lake glistening adorned by Mariella and her child-like nature. Clearly on a broom was where she belonged…mind you, only when he wasn’t holding on to her.

Kalib zoomed downward, slowing as she kept on going. Whether she noticed or not, he wasn’t sure. But Mariella flew on, slowly arching to graze the waters and then stop herself. Kalib smiled softly, just enjoying watching her. Maybe he wasn’t so bad of a person – I mean, at least he could make one person happy. “Kalib...you want to stay in the air or do you want to put this date back on solid ground?” Despite the small distance, he heard her clearly, grinning. “If we were on the ground I could more easily ensure you can’t get away from me,” he noting casually, a simple matter-of-fact, “Although clearly you almost value your broom as much as you do me. Maybe it is my only competition, but I wouldn’t take that away from you.” Kalib laughed with ease, always so much easier around her.


OCC: Again, terrbily sorry about the wait!

[mariellacovas]

Mariella in her flight was such a content girl, the smile-smirk she wore on her lips when in the air obviously signaling that. No negative emotion lingered there, although so many other emotions caressed that smirk. Enamored, playful, mischievous, all of this glittered in her eyes and danced across her brow as she floated there. She couldn't help but feel this overload of emotions, she was with the one she loved and the fact that she was flying simply sweetened the deal. Deep breaths fill her chest, as she looked about the lake, enjoying the sight, although wondering why exactly Kalib wasn't at her side. Of course she needn't keep the boy on a leash, she just...well she always wanted to have him near. To have him where she could see him and let him know with a single look that she loved him and always would. Now how could she do that if she really couldn't see him? Glancing first from side to side, she saw no one, although, turning about with her broom, she could see the legs of the one she loved. Floating upward a bit, she grinned sweetly at him before winking and blowing a kiss. Slowly she turned back around, kicking her legs slowly.

"Well...hehe, I didn't get an answer there...Kalib" she said softly, looking at him from the side. "I think the broom may have just moved up a level mi amor...." Of course she was teasing him, for no inanimate object could ever take his place. "Although....I am tiring of being in the air..." Of course she was only a little tired and rather be wrapped in his arms rather than on this broom. Chuckling in a nonchalant fashion, she pushed her hair behind her ear before turning her broom so she could look at her boyfriend more clearly. "Then on the ground it is my dear..." Her head was cocked to the side, a small smirk on her lips as she stared at him quite happily. Gradually she began to float up towards him, getting as close as she safely could and kissing him lightly upon the cheek. "Vamos...." It was just a light whisper upon his ear, to let him know that she was very ready to be back in his arms and to feel his lips upon hers.

As much as the two communicated in their silent energy waves, Mariella was surprised she wasn't able to read his mind yet. She floated towards their picnic area leisurely, glancing back every now and then at the retreating lake and at her love. Could he read her as easily as she him? Why of course! What kind of question was that? She had practically learned how to read all these emotions from him, from his amazing ability to read her own. She slowly arched downward to the ground, her feet slowly touching the ground before she jumped off. The slightly maniacal chuckle that left Mariella's lips was enough to send a chill down a Slytherin's back. It seemed as if someone had tried to touch their stuff, specifically her purse. Although, by the drying blood on the grass, it seems her hex got the potential thief good. She could only pray that Kalib hadn't seen it as she took her seat upon the blanket, patting it beside her and waiting for him to join her once again.

[kalib]

OOC: I'm totally on top of this RP now; never fear. ;]


It was almost mean, the way she gave him little air kisses and said things with only her eyes that was enough to drive any guy mad. It made him want to snatch her right off that little stick of hers and never let her go; lather her in small kisses and tell her all those sweet nothings that only the two of them would understand. Kalib had to suppress those urges though, more then one problem interfering with that desire – for one, they were in the air and above water. All the same, he smiled back at her, knowing he didn’t even have to say anything for her to understand.

She did have a way of pointing out the obvious, he’d give her that much. “No,” he agreed, “But I think an answer was implied,” he hinted. If Mariella couldn’t simply guess his answer, he would have to get to work on that right away. But she seemed to get the general consent of his perspective, and where exactly he wanted to be…until she mentioned that broom of hers. His eyes narrowed and he glared meaningfully at the piece of wood: “Well if that’s how you feel, forgive me, but you might just wake up tomorrow broom-less.” Maybe he couldn’t sneak up into the girl’s dormitory, but he knew how to work around that – he could send his little fire dragon up, and just like that her broom would be reduced to a pile of ashes… A cynical laugh echoed in his mind, but he shot the plan down. He wouldn’t ever do something that would intentionally cause her pain – besides, no guarantee that once the broom caught fire that it would end there; and Kalib didn’t want to be the reason for Hogwarts burning to the ground. “You best keep that thing safe, otherwise I will get my hands on it,” he threatened, but in a playful manner – sarcasm dripped off every word.

“Then on the ground it is my dear…” Alright, so he didn’t need to worry about it; obviously she could guess, and with defined accuracy. But honestly, was she so determined to cram him up against a wall and find no way down, the way her small affections made his head spin. Despite how many times they touched, each time her lips left his skin burning; wanting more. “Vamos…” God, and he’d never get used to the way she could make words roll off her tongue like honey. In the time it took him to finally come back to terms with himself, she was already steadily floating away, back towards solid ground. After a moment of silent admiration for her, Kalib zoomed on after Mariella, landing not so gracefully as she had – more assertive, a readiness that could probably only be mustered by the male species. He was busy tossing his broom down, but didn’t miss the small hesitation Mariella gave – what was she doing? He’d hardly registered it when she was neatly seating herself down. He stared questioningly at her bag – he’d pinpointed that’s what her main focus had been, but what was she so concerned about it with?

His attention was redirected just then, the small fluffing of the blanket catching his ear. Kalib grinned, needing no more of an invitation – he at her side almost instantly, like some obedient little dog. He wound his arms around her, pulling her up in his lap in an effortless motion. “Remind me not to miss your next Quidditch practice; I’m curious to see just what you do when there’s a real win involved.” He kissed her cheek lightly, finally in a position to get her back for all her teases. He ran his lips down her neck for a moment, and then buried his face in her hair, breathing her in. “Besides, you’re amazingly sexy on a broom – I could hardly stand to try and catch up on homework knowing you were out on the field whizzing around like that.” Kalib chuckled against her skin, nuzzling her if any closer – it was remarkable how nice it was to be able to keep her snuggled up against him; if only they never had to move.

[mariellacovas]

'Well if that’s how you feel, forgive me, but you might just wake up tomorrow broom-less.'Mariella chuckled softly at his threat, glancing back at him, her eyebrow rising slowly. "Don't tell me that you feel threatened by a piece of enchanted would m'dear..."she questioned, her voice tinkling in her gentle tease. "I would think someone as smart as you would know that nothing could ever take your place in my heart..." The tease in her voice was gone by then, although it was still said in a light, nonchalant way. She did mean it, no one, nor thing, could ever take the place Kalib had in her heart. "...not to mention, you destroy mine, I will have to return the favor...and maybe a little more. How do pink and sky blue sheets sound?" Smirking even more, Mariella adored the double standard that existed, boys were too dangerous to wander into the female dorm, but females were allowed to go into the male dorms. Temptresses could be much more dangerous than the wolves men could be, Mariella knew that for a fact. Purely physical things fell short of the dual manipulation women could pull off. Although, the smarter men, like Kalib...well, she really could imagine a lot of interesting situations taking place if he could ever sneak into her dorm.

Mariella could see that her zoning out had caused quite a healthy blush to tinge her cheeks, although as soon as Kalib stepped onto the blanket she was pulled out of it. That, however, did not cease her flushing. Geez, if one would be able to find out that her mind was this vivid and able to think of something so perverted...he'd probably love it. She grinned a bit more as soon as Kalib was at her side. Her eyes widened in surprised, squeaking softly as she was so easily hoisted into his lap, settling there and looking back at him with a smile. That flush seemed to burn a bit more as she realized he was pressed against his bare chest, her thin shirt almost making it as if nothing was between them. But...she loved being in his arms, the warmth that came from it was something that was simply remarkable. Oh how she loved him so....'Remind me not to miss your next Quidditch practice; I’m curious to see just what you do when there’s a real win involved.' She nodded her head. "Of course, m'dear...."she answered him softly, smiling quite happily. A soft purr left her lips, biting her bottom lip gently as he spoke again. He knew how to manipulate that spot so well...but she could do the same, could she not?

Mariella turned her head just slightly, not wanting to move too much. She was far to comfortable to try and force herself to move any more. She pressed her lips lightly against the corner of his lips, before she craned her head a bit more, hoping to turn his at the same time. Her lips pressed against his gently, again, just seeing how he would react, more explorative and loving than passion-filled at the moment. She just, was curious to see what she could find behind that kiss. She could already decipher and understand the love and caring that she felt every single time their lips touched, but more? Was there anything more? Not that more was needed...she was merely curious.

[kalib]

“Don’t tell me that you feel threatened by a piece of enchanted wood m’dear...” Kalib’s face fell into a smirk, rolling his eyes like nothing in the world could scare him (and well, in his mind, nothing could). “The day I’m scared of that thing, yeah, that’ll be the day.” He chuckled, expression light…and then innocent softness clouded it: “I would think someone as smart as you would know that nothing could ever take your place in my heart...” His smile was quiet, small. “Thanks love,” he said just as quietly. However, his heart seemed to stop for a moment, this time not out of love but minor fear, “...not to mention, you destroy mine, I will have to return the favor...and maybe a little more. How do pink and sky blue sheets sound?” He silently cursed that idiotic rule, knowing that if she really wanted Mariella could get away with that plan. There were upsides to somehow managing to get her into his dorm, but…waking up and finding himself surrounded by shades of pinks and blues sounded much more threatened then it really should have; a really, really big downside to knowing she could get up there. “You go ahead and try that, and let me know how it goes…” His voice was low, almost a soft playful growl; if she dare even try, he would make sure Mariella got what she rightfully deserved. What that was, he hadn’t worked out yet, but she would get it…

It made him simply chuckle when she seemed momentarily dazed of how exactly she’d landed in his lap. She was even flushed, a light red tint coloring her tan cheeks. Kalib had a way with surprises, but surely she would have seen that one coming? But it didn’t matter as her mind slowly caught up, fully concentrating on driving her mad. And then suddenly he realized the difference between now, and previous – she’d never had the pleasure of being this close, cuddled seductively right against his chest. If that couldn’t drive her up a wall, he didn’t know what would. So Kalib kept up his light kisses, and even pulled her a tad bit closer by looping a gentle hand around one thigh, the other tangled in her hair. All day he’d been a good boy; he could afford to act a little bad now. And he enjoyed it profoundly, kisses every inch of skin within reach over and over again. “Of course m’dear,” she nearly purred out, tenderly with grace. “I’ll be there then,” Kalib replied smoothly, already childishly excited.

Not that he really objected, but his teases were subtly interrupted. Kalib mentally prepared himself for payback, but it didn’t come – instead Mariella returned back to something he’d only experienced that once before, earlier today. He smiled against her lips, understanding. Carefully he pulled back his playfulness and focused on trying to help her find whatever it was she was looking for. Kalib crafted sweet kisses against her lips, hoping he would pass this little exam. And then he was just flat out overwhelmed, forgetting that there could be curious by passers. Gently keeping her balanced on top of him and locked in his grasp, Kalib slide down with his back flat against the blanket. One hand was still intertwined in her hair, but he slid the other around her waist instead, keeping her right where she was. He kept considerably silent, just kissing her in this new way that sent his heart beating near uncontrollably. But a small ounce of reality was still with him, enough to whisper near silently with a tiny smirk “How’m I doing?”

[mariellacovas]

His cockiness always made her giggle, although, Mariella did wonder if he had any fears? Well, he was human, so he did have to have some sort of fear. Well, she really wasn't too focused on finding out whatever scared him, as long as he did nothing to scare her. Then, she'd be perfectly fine. With her looking away as she was, and the slightly focus she had on teasing him, she didn't hear his fear, she was more focused on how he would take her sweet little teases. Glancing back at him in an 'innocent' manner, she could see his glare. She acted as if she knew not why he was staring at her so menacingly. 'You go ahead and try that, and let me know how it goes…' Mariella seemed shocked at his growl but couldn't help but snicker softly. "Oh I will..." she purred softly, a polar opposite to his growl. "And don't worry, I'm sure you'll absolutely adore the decor...I mean, it will look simply darling. Like my room when I was 3." Oh, that was cruel, making it sound like she would actually do it, but hell, he teased her just as much, didn't he?

Yes...and tease he did so well....Pressed against his chest, his lips gently touching and rubbing against any and every inch of exposed skin, and the position of his hand. It made her gasp softly, such a spot, where her skin was so sensitive never really having had skin to skin contact. However, his warm hand was there and her cheeks were flushed as she was thrusted into a state of simple pleasure. How she pulled herself out was thanks only to his words and even then she wanted to whimper and ask him why had he stopped? Even if he was teasing her, if felt too nice. Everything her did to her though, it made her feel so damned good, she nearly couldn't take it. But she did because she adored all this so very much, but she loved him much more than any of this.

Mariella could feel his smile against her own lips and knew that he understood what she was going to do. She could feel that playfulness he normally had begin to subside as she kissed him and the sweetness that lingered, she could almost taste it. She was totally engulfed in this kiss, her mind really didn't think about anything other than the feelings and touch of his lips on her own. She could feel that he too was totally engulfed in the kiss and that was his focus...most definitely pointed out in his movements. Soon enough she found herself lying down with him, her body against his. His hands were holding her there and tangled in her hair as if to tell her like he didn't want this to end, to tell her that he wanted to do good, that he didn't want to let her go. Right now...she was beginning to lose focus on reading behind the kiss. She just wanted to get lost in the kiss and stay where they were as they were now...'How’m I doing?' His whispers touched her ears, making her smile at him and nod her head slowly. "You're doing a spectacular job...mm...but maybe a little more analysis?" This time, she doubted she'd be focused on understanding rather than just getting lost in the sheer emotions of their small intimate moment. Still, somewhat like it was before, she'd still be less focused on the physical compared to the feeling.

[kalib]

Kalib just chuckled, trying to cover up the wondering fear that he felt. If he woke up and was surrounded by a bunch of frilly girl things he would get her back; but somewhere behind the wavering concern, he knew – or maybe he just really hoped – that she knew better. There was a lot to be said when it came to how Kalib treated people, and well, if you got on his bad side you best run for your life. He could get quite menacing when he was riled up, a side that was wasn’t exactly proud of but it was there all the same. However, trying to think of Mariella ever getting onto that side almost seemed laughable – from where he sat it looked like nothing she did could ever place her there. She would remain on his better side, whatever happened; of that much he was sure.

Clearly he had secured a place on her good side, somewhere in the depths of his mind having wondered if he’d be shooed away for getting too physical. But the little gasp that escaped her – it was somehow reassuring; not of fear but happy surprise. He had to grin, trying to keep the purring monster inside him at bay, and failing miserably. As he pulled her down along with him, Kalib forgot everything – he could scarcely remember his own name. In short, the monster was winning. Slowly his kisses became if possible more passionate, almost longing and pleading. God, why did they have to be at school, of all places? For the first time he fleetingly felt the longing for graduation, wanting to get away and not have to play by the rules. But for however far away his mind felt, he knew he could do nothing more: he was almost positive he’d heard someone far off let out a grunt of disgust – what was so disgusting about loving someone?

And so then, when he’d almost considered the option of trying to be responsible, she practically begged him not to be: “You're doing a spectacular job...mm...but maybe a little more analysis?” Kalib groaned, wanting so bad to give her whatever she wanted but knowing he couldn’t, not now… But that didn’t stop him from continually kissing her, occasionally straying to her neck, lining her jaw bone and back. “Anything for you,” he whispered against her ear, a solid promise he planned to keep. He couldn’t imagine ever hurting her, and that included not being able to give her whatever she wanted. It was so unfair that he couldn’t prove it just now, but it would have to do. “I love you too much to keep anything from you; you have to know that by now…” He paused at her lips for a moment, disentangling his hand to caress her cheek. She looked amazing, her eyes stunning him with their brilliance. “Anything for you,” he repeated quietly, tone soft. Anything.

[mariellacovas]

OOC: I am so so so so so sorry! I have been caught up in school and work and I did not mean to abandon you here! I am so so so sorry! Please, can you forgive me?


Mariella's analysis was thrown to the skies, all cares and worries and anything along the lines of an intelligent thought leaving her little head. This power, this incredible power that this young man possessed over her, it was positively amazing. The fact that he, with a single touch, could drive her mad, simply mad. With a kiss, she melted and with a single look, he could stop her dead in her tracks. This power, why he had such power, it was something she was sure would never be answered, but she would never mind the mysteriousness of it all. To have such power spoiled by her knowledge of knowing what it was would be no fun at all, no fun whatsoever. Although, the thoughts of the power that he had were beginning to slip away all the same as he kissed her, the kisses becoming all the more passionate, a begging for something that she wished that she could fulfill. It made her own little inner self purr and mewl and made her lips respond all their own. Told him that she too wanted to fill his longing, that she would want to do anything for him at this moment, at any moment.

For her to be able to express such emotion, it was shocking, she was sure, but she meant any and all things she expressed in that kiss. She knew that he would be able to tell her honesty, even if he didn't know what do do with it. Although, as much knowledge as Kalib had on this subject and how to please her in such a way, she highly doubted he would be at a loss. Her hand gently moved from behind him, moving up his neck and gently touching his cheek in a tender caress. How could kids their age express such strong physical, mental and emotional attachment? It would seem almost absurd in most adult's eyes but in Mariella's mind, age was merely a number placed on your head to say how many yours you have been on this earth. You determine everything else; your maturity, your style, your attitudes towards various things. Just because a majority of kids their age weren't prepared for love, she would not be grouped with them. She knew she could love. That was undeniable, for the love of her life was under her right now, kissing her with such intense passion she felt as if the fire that he was starting could burn down the whole Forbidden Forest.

Mariella's hands returned to behind his neck, as soon as his lips began to touch elsewhere other than her lips. The warmth of his lips upon her neck, and her jawline and the warmth of his breath as it gently touched her ear, it all made her gasp softly. 'Anything for you' Those words made her heart smile, to be even more reassured of the love that he had for her. 'I love you too much to keep anything from you; you have to know that by now…' Mariella gave a minuscule nod of her head, gently nuzzling against his hand and just looking at him, just took lost in all his amazing wonder to say anything. She just wanted him to know she loved him and cared for him and would do anything for him, anything....

[kalib]

OOC: No worries, no worries. I’ve created another character, Vas, so she’s been keeping me pretty busy. Sadly I’ve, uh, been neglecting Kalib here…heh heh…


This. Is. Not. Fair. Kalib thought stubbornly, something of an ongoing battle raging inside his head. Part of him wanted to forget all rules that applied to them and steal her away all for himself; it didn’t even matter what happened afterwards, or if they would ever get in trouble. I mean, what’s to say becoming a drop-out would be all that bad? Granted, his mother would be furious, father disappointed, Andy confused, well, his Auror career would be out the door – but honestly, if he traded it all up for Mariella, what would be so bad about that? God, you’re a love sick puppy, he thought smugly, Going on and on about the future and how you’re going to make sure she’s in it. You’ve got one more year here – and yet because of her, you’re considering giving up everything? How is that logical, think Kalib, think. Putting it that way it did sound all rather Muggle-movie-ish: the classic schoolmate lovers fleeing the restraints to go start anew with no one but each other. His mother was a sucker for all those crazy story lines, and more then once he’d been forced to watch the tapes with her. He was too familiar with the scenes. And now look, you’re in one…

Kalib had more then once contemplated how he could ever get them together alone and not have to ever worry about being interrupted. Of course, his plans never got far and up until now he’d been okay with that. But now having her so close, it was hard to think he would ever have to let her go. Even if only for a moment, it seemed too long. And he knew she knew that too, carefully drawing his head slightly off the ground as her fingertips curled around his neck. Kalib felt ready to die. If this is was heaven feels like why even bother to live at all? he wondered, tracing his lips back to hers. She was so warm and welcoming, her breath forever tainting his memory. If he’d thought it was impossible to think of anything but Mariella before this, now it was just going to be even harder. This. Is. Not. Fair. he repeated, firmly believing in it. Instinctively his hand tightened around her hair, completely tangled in firm gentleness. The inch or so separating his head from the blanket closed, keeping Mariella locked with him as he rested back against the ground. He just wanted to love her; that was it. Why was everyone so against that?

Given how amazing she looked when he had first met her this morning, Kalib prided himself in thinking he’d done a pretty good job at being a gentlemen. Something about the current situation erased that little bit of responsibility in him. Slowly and deliberately he disentangled his hands and slid them down her sides, coming to a rest around her lower back; keeping her in place. Consciously aware not to squish her, Kalib rolled Mariella to his side and maneuvered himself lightly upon her. He smirked lightly against her golden brown skin, whispering quietly into her ear “How’s that analysis of yours coming?” Kalib didn’t even bother to wait for an answer, kissing her lips softly for a long moment, until he decided perhaps he should let her answer, moving down to her neck once more. This. Is. Not. Fair.

[mariellacovas]

Mariella only stared at him in that way, that way that expressed such deep love, studying his face. She knew he was in thought, about what, she could only guess it might involve her, the way that he seemed to stare at her. Although, the looks that crossed her face, curiosity made itself more than obvious. Was he trying to plan something or was he plotting out what he was going to do next? Did what they were doing really require this much deep thought? Did expressing such love require him to plot out his next move, to really think about what he was going to do next? No...of course not! She knew him too well by then, Kalib, this was all much too natural to him. But...maybe...he was thinking of a new move, something about relocation. That brought a blush to Mariella's creamy tan colored cheeks, the thought that sprouted into her head simply too much to resist a blush. Could Kalib be thinking of a new place...more private...so that they might be able to....? Mariella felt the small mildly embarassed gulp, but knew...just as he had said, she would do absolutely anything for him, anything...

Mariella allowed her mind to be pulled away from the thoughts of such things as Kalib's head rose from the blanket, her hands supporting him by the neck just slightly. As if an electrical wire had just been pressed against her, Mariella felt a huge spark as their lips touched once again, her eyes slipping close ever so slowly. Her mind was not going to multi-task, she didn't want it to. She wanted to focus on him and them and all that involved the two previous subjects and nothing more. Mariella could feel his hold on her hair tighten, a soft sigh of happiness leaving her lips. The need that he was feeling for her, it seemed so obvious at that moment? She kissed back with an energy, the fervor from the need that she was feeling through his tightened hold before slowly feeling both their heads lower back to the blanket once again. Her eyes slowly flickered open, just to see him, to see his face...to see how he was reacting...She still was supposed to be doing analysis, was she not?

Mariella couldn't help but whimper inwardly as she felt his hand leave her hair, her eyes still looking up at him in their loving daze. As soon as she caught a glimpse of his eyes though, she could see something in his eyes was missing. It was small, something that she herself barely caught but still it was missing...As Kalib's hand's slid down her sides she began to get more and more of a hint at what may have been lost. Inhibitions. A sharp intake of breath was slowly exhaled in a purr as she felt Kalib swap places with her, she now on the bottom and he on top. A good amount of her hair had made its way into her face, covering her cheeks, making her bite her bottom lip gently. She could feel all the warmth that his bare chest was supplying, even more coming from it now that it was he on top and she on bottom. Mariella's breath picked up pace as her understanding on her position became even greater.

'How’s that analysis of yours coming?' Mariella wanted to laugh, oh how she wished she could laugh! Of all the times to tease her, he choose now? His lips stole her answer away, a soft moan that someone her age really should not be able to let out but somehow had managed. When his lips suddenly left her lips, and were on her neck...she was breathing audibly, but still soft. She knew he expected an answer from her..."Mmm...inconclusive...I have not made a full con-conclusion....with this evidence..." Kalib was driving her absolutely mad! Up the wall! She was loving it so very much! His lips upon her neck seemed to spark up even more emotion than normal, making her gasp softly, eyes shutting tight once again.

[kalib]

A soft chuckle sounded in the back of his throat, finding it comical as she nearly whined in protest when he slid his hands down her figure. Did she really think he was so talented as to hold onto his common sense and love lust all at once? That was a feat he had yet to master, always in constant practice every time they touched. If he was holding onto his sensible side, he would have already moved away from her; clearly that was not the case, her mind picking up as he carefully rolled moved himself on top of her. She had moaned again, but more out of pleasure then disappointment. It made him smile, glad she’d caught up. Although really, it wasn’t so hard to figure out. Another small chuckle ran through him; today was definitely living up to his expectations.

What did cause him confusion though, was her reply: “Mmm…inconclusive…I have not made a full con-conclusion…with this evidence.[i/]” Perhaps he deserved that, teasing her as he was despite even emotion running through him. “Gorgeous,” he murmured lightly, still at the base of her neck, “What more could you possibly need?” He was vain enough to believe that since she’d secured his heart, she had absolutely everything in the world. Once you’d mastered the supposedly impossible, nothing could really measure up to that, could it? Countless over girls had tried to win him over and for a while, they all had – but for short periods of time, all of which involved more then just one girl. It was startling to try and realize he’d might have moved past that. Kalib moved upward and rested his lips at her chin, casually observing her closed eyelids. “Please, whatever I can do to get rid of this ‘inconclusiveness’ by all means, let me know.” He smiled lightly, wondering.

Mariella really had done the impossible – she had a firm hold on him; he wasn’t even thinking about other girls; he really only ever wanted to try and impress her, make her feel good, make her smile. It was silly he was willing to do anything just to get even the smallest of smiles out of her, but it made him feel good knowing he’d put it there. Momentarily his eyes strayed to her necklace, admiring it like he often did. That had made her smile, a rather good memory in his mind.

[mariellacovas]

'Gorgeous,what more could you possibly need?'
Nothing! She needed nothing more, her studies were done, she had come to the conclusion that his skills at pleasing her, at showing his love and expressing it fully heartedly through kissing and touching and holding and feeling was absolutely divine! She needed nothing more to prove that...she simply craved more, wanted more, because it felt so good, so very good! Kalib had driven her to a point were she was totally entangled in his touch, in feeling his hands upon her, his lips upon her, his being just near her. Yes, as weird or peculiar as it may sound to some, she had become completely addicted to the boy, and no, she would never want to break it or give it up. This addiction had no downside, no adverse effects. It only brought them happiness and love and what is wrong with love? Nothing, absolutely nothing. She could only pray that her response hadn't cost her more of his sweet embrace and touch...that she hadn't allowed for that look that was missing to find its way back. For she had yet to see that...and she was much too interested to try and say anything to chase that chance away.

Opening her eyes slowly, Mariella looked at Kalib as only a woman in her position could. She had such deep love for him, she had such passion for him, and the little kitten she normally had in her was now a cat, purring and pawing to be let out for a little play time. She stared into his eyes, her eyes now a swirl of light and dark, her hazel colors mixing beautifully with her darker. Hm, what must she be thinking to have this combination going on? Mariella's hands slowly moved themselves from the back of Kalib's neck, lightly over his shoulders and traced ever so lightly down his back. Well, while he could have his fun with her, couldn't she explore him too? This was the closest skin to skin contact they had ever had, was it not? Mariella almost couldn't believe how toned he was, her fingers gently caressing his back, drawing small shapes, running back and forth, all this in the lightest of fashions. She just was curious if she could entice an reaction. She even drew her nail from the base of his neck all the way to the small of his back before running back to the top once again. She knew with some guys this drove them mad, others not so much...mere curiosity.

'Please, whatever I can do to get rid of this ‘inconclusiveness’ by all means, let me know' Mariella suddenly smirked catishly. "Well...as you know...all good potions need a good few tests before they are deduced as proper and right...correct?" she asked him rhetorically. Looking at him as best she could, she could only assume he'd know what she'd meant by all of that, especially with the look that she was giving him. But hmph, if Kalib decided against it, then she would be happy with what she had gotten, just left craving more and more. But that would be how it always was...he really had turned her into an addict, an addict to his love!

[kalib]

OOC: Ick, sorry about the post previous; I was in a rush. >.< It’s not very good…*Reflects* ANYWHO…posting…heh…


Her silence was intriguing, making him wonder for what felt like the umpteenth time what was really going on behind her brilliant gaze. He’d become very accustom to her company, almost to the point where he wasn’t going to be so willing to share her any more. Indeed, he’d already left his clear mark over her – guys just knew better then to try and steal her away form him. But at the same time, he couldn’t just not let her talk to other males in the school – somehow that took “protective” to “paranoid.” He was prone to taking things to the extreme, but restricting her freedom that much didn’t seem wise in his eyes. Even so, sometimes she still expressed things he couldn’t quite be so sure on their meaning. It kept things interesting, and more then once he’d wondered if he had that same effect. Her expressions were – for the most part – easy for him to understand, but sometimes…well the feminine mind wasn’t something he’d ever fully understand. That was something ever man learned during their first years of life it seemed – and it wouldn’t ever change either.

It seemed silly to compare, even if only in his thoughts, but somehow his delicate kisses became thoughtful, tracing over her skin with more care. Curious, wondering, how he’d be received. Clearly she had no problem with his…testosterone-fueled side, the one more evidently exposed currently, but he still wondered. There were lines that had to be drawn, even if he didn’t want them there. He could say the same for her, immediately hyper aware of her slow movements. Very briefly he paused at the base of her throat, near judging her response. His lips relaxed into a gentle smile, trying furiously hard to not allow a shiver to run down his spine. But it took a lot of will power, feeling her finger tips trace over his back. He had never been good when it came to the female touch, pure feeling, not a small finger traced across the jaw, but something more. It made it near possible to behave. Kalib simply contented himself with smirking some, glad she approved of his build. The effort he put into ensuring he had a masculine form was certainly paying off. A vain thought, but one to consider all the same.

Finally allowing some insight towards her thoughts, she purr-whispered “Well…as you know…all good potions need a good few tests before they are deduced as proper and right…correct?” Kalib chuckled deeply, the rumble in the back of his throat. “Correct,” he agreed quietly, kissing her lips lightly. “Later, I promise; I’ll give you all the analysis time you want.” He grinned wickedly; it was the best he could do for now: a promise for the future. So publicly displayed out on the Hogwarts ground was not nearly as romantic as it could be. Perhaps he would actually get one of his plans further then just in his thoughts.

c o n t i n u e d: Reliving Each Feeling