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[Maraouise Quinn]

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I'LL BE ANYTHING YOU WANT YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN YOU LOVE YOURSELF
I'LL BE ANYTHING YOU WANT
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one thing to know about maraouise, was that she utterly hated her uniform. i mean, the girl made it work, of course, that was her natural ability. and no, we're not being cocky, she just had a way of wearing anything and pulling it off. she could pull a bin liner over her head, have it slightly off the shoulder with a makeshift belt, and it would be a passable dress. not that she'd actually ever wear a bin liner, but sometimes she did think she'd prefer it to the thick heavy grey skirts and the horrible shirts that made up the hogwarts uniform. she pulled as much individuality to it as she could, another natural trait where this girl was concerned, but it didn't change the fact she got changed into her own clothes as soon as she got back into her room. although mara never really fussed too much in front of a wardrobe like your average teenage girl, she was aware of her own style, she knew what she could pull off, which made it very easy for it to appear effortless on her part. so it was no surprise that she'd been five, ten minutes max in the girls dorms before she was back down again, ready to wander the castle, in hope of finding something to do with her evening. she'd no idea where ryann was, but to be honest, the hufflepuff was probably holed up in her common room, and they weren't so keen to let mara in there again in a hurry after last time. nothing against her best friends, but traditionally 'puffs tended to be a bit slow on the uptake, so it wasn't her fault if they didn't get her jokes.

either way, she figured it prudent to keep a safe distance for now, so made her way to her reading perch, book in hand. yes, she was her mothers daughter after all, so even if she wasn't exactly academic, she still read a lot, so much that she warranted having her own reading perch within the castle walls. this time of afternoon meant the common rooms would be packed and raucous, so she had a backup plan. as far as she'd been told, her mother had been the same, having a couple of quiet spots round the castle she'd escape to with a book. mara just had the one, a particular window ledge on the fourth floor. it was no different than other window ledges really, she could use others on that floor, on even different floors completely, but she didn't like to. this was her one, the view was just right, and it was basically a simple jaunt down the stairs from her common room, and in a piece of the corridor that didn't get too overly crowded so it was just perfect really. not that she was planning on spending her friday night curled up on a window ledge reading either, but it would suffice for now, until any major plans kicked off, which she knew wouldn't happen for an hour or two yet, and this was a good time killer without having to resort to actually doing homework.

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[Thierry Elliott]

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IF I GO CRAZY
then will you still call me superman
IF I'M ALIVE AND WELL WILL YOU BE THERE
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Now Thierry was no bigger a fan of the uniform then Miss Mara was. But then again...Thierry Elliott was not a big fan of much. And it wasn't because he had this huge chip on his shoulder and was all "sod off" about everything because he wasn't held enough as a child. He was just insanely picky. The way he saw it was, if he liked everything the stuff he really liked was devalued. And that being mutual to something and not really liking it, was a complete possibility. And why shouldn't it be? Especially when a lot of the times he'd heard people say "oh i like this" he could tell that they didn't really LIKE it, they just didn't HATE it. But he didn't feel mutually about his uniform, he hated it. There was something so constricting about it, and he hated to be told he had to dress or act just like everyone else. He was all about being a man apart from the crowd, because he wasn't a fan of the crowd either. The idea of being a sheep drove him insane. He was not a mindless animal, he was an intelligent wizard who could walk alone and make decisions for himself. And if everyone wanted to take that as him being an ass to everyone, then they were free to do so. Because when it came down to it, Erry wasn't a bad guy. He just saw things differently then others, especially different then his twin brother Trenton Elliott. That boy could see light in a room completely void of it, he was such a happy person. Most days it drove Thierry insane, but he'd learned to just roll his eyes and ignore it. Part of being a nonconformist was not bothering to try and make people conform to your ideas either.


But now that we've rambled on about how little he liked the uniform, we should mention some things he does like. He did like removing his uniform after a long hard day of classes, and going on a walk alone through the castle. He liked Hogwarts a lot, it was the most fascinating place he'd ever been. Behind every corner, down every corridor was something new, something entertaining, someone even sometimes. Stuff was always happening here, even when nothing was going on. He enjoyed that, because he had a naturally curious mind, and he was glutton for entertainment. Sure he could curl up with a good book now and then, but to him that was a simple form of entertainment. Now if you asked him to lay on the common room couch and stare at the ceiling - he'd go mad. Got it? Good. And so that's what brought him here, out in the corridors, dressed in something casual, but obviously ready for anything. He shoved his hands deep in his jacket pockets, eyes fixed ahead though occasionally wandering to look at the portraits. They were one of the many examples of how things in Hogwarts were always active even when they were not, because every time he saw them they'd changed. It was made possible by the fact that every one in the many pictures was able to move. Some he had heard could even move from picture to picture. Once he was even sure he'd caught the knight from one picture feeling up a lady from another - disturbing at best. Especially for a first year.

But with that memory he pulled his eyes forward again, as if trying to avoid seeing something similar again. That was of course when he spotted, perched on the window ledge, Maraouise Quinn. Mara was on that short list of things Thierry liked...a lot. Cause as much as Thierry idolized his godfather/uncle whom he was named for, he wasn't really a "manwhore". Sure he had slept with a few women, broken a few hearts. But he was too hard to reel in for most girls. And while sometimes he'd just say "whatever" and sleep with them anyways, it was very difficult to make this boy care or want you. Even in a physical way. But that was okay, because girls like Mara, especially Mara, proved that it wasn't completely unrealistic standards on his part. Grinning a little at the sight of her -which for the record grinning was not something he did often- he walked over to where she was sitting, being non too discreet about his arrival so as not to scare her right off the window ledge. "Hey Mara." he stated casually, forcing himself to cool it on the grin and just smiled instead. She looked stunning today, as per usual, and she would have looked stunning even in that drab uniform the girls were forced to wear. But he was definitely appreciative of her decision to change clothes. He stopped to stand with his back to the window ledge, so that her legs were behind him slightly, facing her. "What are you reading?" he asked curiously, gesturing to the book in her hand and turning a little more. He rested a hand lightly on her leg just right above her knee, though not imposingly, and he did his best to make it seem more accidental then it was. He usually hated when people were always touching him, but with Mara he loved physical contact, even the casual stuff which was all it had been up to this point. Though he figured maybe one day he'd get lucky and their relationship might change. Then he'd be even worse about the touching, we could just see it now. His arm constantly around her, always giving her kisses or holding her hand whenever she was around. It'd be cute, if Mara could stand that stuff anyways.

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[Maraouise Quinn]

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I'LL BE ANYTHING YOU WANT YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN YOU LOVE YOURSELF
I'LL BE ANYTHING YOU WANT
- - - YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN YOU LOVE YOURSELF, ON MY KNEES, ON MY KNEES - - -

that was one of the things that thierry and mara definitely had in common, that helped greatly in drawing her to him. that adventurous spark, the need for exploration. as soon as mara was born she wouldn't sit still, her parents had to watch her all the time. because, unlike ru who would be content where you left him to sleep, if mara was left on the sofa for five seconds she'd be trying to roll off it. even in her cot at night it didn't take her long at all to get grips on the bars, and soon after that move herself around it, until she mastered sitting up, crawling and latter standing. when walking happened that was it, her mother was convinced she'd never have a relaxed moment, because mara was forever going missing around the house. she couldn't be left in any room on her own because if she wasn't trying to climb the bookshelves she'd be crawling behind the sofa, or trying to figure out how the windows opened. she was a natural explorer, a roamer, easily fascinated. she was the kind of girl who would want to walk over a hill just to see what was on the other side, and wouldn't even be disappointed to find more of the same grass. she knew thierry had that same need to explore, to chase the horizon, and where her family and friends were forever telling her to sit down, she didn't think thierry had said that to her once, and she couldn't imagine him ever really doing so.

yes, so mara may like thierry. and she might not be as exclusive with things she likes, which is why we'll up it by saying she really likes him. there were many factors. being drop dead gorgeous quite high up on the list, but she wasn't that shallow. there's the aforementioned reasons also. because it was definitely thierry she liked, there was no spark of anything with trenton. not that she disliked the boy, not at all, he just.... wasn't the same. she couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly he was missing, some crucial thierry-ness he just didn't possess. because although to the untrained eye they looked the same, mara could always tell them apart, always. she didn't even see them as the same in appearance, because in her mind thierry looked so completely different to his twin, but that may have been because she looked at the person inside. it sounds stupidly sappy, but it's not really. because we'll be shallow again for a moment, and say that thierry was ridiculously hot, and she had a hard time processing thoughts when looking at him. when she was a kid she used to watch candle flames intently over dinner, always waiting on the verge of flickering her fingers through the fire, caught between irresistible temptation and paranoid fear. that was how she felt when it came to thierry and the subconscious desire to touch him.

looking up as he approached, she caught his smile and returned her own. again that urge to just throw the book to the floor, lunge at him and have him against the wall hit her like a sledgehammer. it was odd how she was getting to used to the feeling now it was almost like routine. having her leg resting crossed over the other, she couldn't help but naturally shift it's position slightly so her foot lightly brushed his back from how close he stood. any contact was good. "hey." she greeted with a light smile and a different kind of greeting in her eyes. did he know it was somewhat painful for her to be sitting there while he stood what seemed like so far away? it was ridiculous how the girl who always felt smothered and suffocated could never get close enough to this particular boy. she glanced down at her book again at his question, acknowledging the hand resting on her leg, feeling for all the world like she'd just been plugged into mains electricity. "the sweet trade." she replied simply, "it's about pirates." now there's a profession mara would have been more than at home in, although apparently it wasn't exactly respectable, she could just imagine what her dad would say to that. putting the book down beside her, she focused on thierry again, "just killing time waiting for friday night to begin, i've been cooped up too long i think." often mara was like a wild bird, needing to fly constantly, and have free reign on where she went and what she did.

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[Thierry Elliott]

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IF I GO CRAZY
then will you still call me superman
IF I'M ALIVE AND WELL WILL YOU BE THERE
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Mara was definitely not the only one who felt a strong physical pull whenever the two were with in sight of one another. Every time she was near, all Thierry could think about was her. He could imagine the way her lips would taste when kissed her, how her skin would feel when he touched her, and everything beyond that. And the urge to make these dreams a reality was sometimes so intense he had to leave just to avoid doing something somewhere it wasn't likely very appropriate. But what could we say? She was a gorgeous young woman, far more stunning then any girl he'd ever met before. It was more then that though, because while we're sure there was other guys who saw her with the same physical desires, he knew no one could ever feel about her the way he did. No guy could ever want to see her happy more, be willing to do more to protect her, try harder to be the best for her. No one. And Thierry wasn't the martyr type, so if he thought he wasn't the best for her, then he would do everything in his power to be the best for her. All the while he'd be sure to keep other boys at bay, fully aware that they could never appreciate her the way he did. Maybe this was love, and maybe it was just infatuation. But whatever it was..it was the strongest thing he'd ever felt for anyone before. Sometimes it was painful to just be near her but not close to her, to be with her but not together. Much like the same seemed to be painful for her as well. And so while we can't honestly say he knew what she was going through, he was going through the same thing. "Pirates, aye?" he asked with a playful smirk, not the least bit surprised to be honest.

Now was it weird to say he could see her as a pirate? Because as much as he felt this strong urge to protect her, he was very aware that if he needed someone to fight beside him she'd be the first he'd call. She wasn't like most girls, she was tough. And what's more, she didn't seem the least bit afraid of letting everyone know it. It was an amazing turn on, to know the one he wanted to save wouldn't need him to save her. Wouldn't stop him from trying of course, because that's what you did for those you cared about, but he trusted her to take care of herself. Still, just in case, Thierry was always there for her no matter what. "Sounds like a career option for you." he flirted though being sincere, his smirk turning to a grin as he moved once more. This time he moved to face the window, both his arms now casually resting on her legs, and he let the one hand rubbing a spot on her thigh casually. Though the feelings behind it were anything but casual, and his eyes still fixed on her as he listened intently held something in them similar to what we suspect was in her own. He bit his bottom lip gently, picturing himself at that moment leaning in to kiss her. Even though his lips never made any move towards hers, at least not yet, he couldn't help but grin a little more wickedly at the thought. Kissing would undoubtedly lead to touching, and we all know where touching would lead. But he'd never wanted to go past kissing with someone this bad in his entire life so far. His hormones seemed to be tuned in to Maraouise, exclusively and full blast.


When she talked about waiting for the friday to begin, he couldn't help but laugh a little. "Well i don't think friday's going to begin here." he teased and was suddenly moving over closer to her face with a smirk. Carefully but suddenly, he picked her up bridal style, laughing a little. She was amazingly light, and so he balanced her easily, though if she wanted down he would kindly place her back on the ground. For now though, he just held her up and close to him. "Let's go somewhere...let's do something." he suggested, not really expecting her to say no. Now he didn't mean Hogsmeade, for the record, he more meant going somewhere within the castle or maybe out on the lawns. Somewhere fun, and preferably new to them, but where they could still make out [or more] in peace if they so chose. And yes...he was going to carry her the whole way. Actually he suddenly had a better idea, and he placed her back on the ground. His arms stayed around her for a moment though, one hand on the back of her thigh, the other on her side, arm wrapped around. Once again he was tempted to steal a kiss, what with them being now closer then they'd ever been before. And he could easily tell you where ever single point of contact was. But after a moment's hesitation, he released her to turn his back to her. He waited for a second for her to hop on, and yes he was totally going to give her a piggy back ride - if she wanted one. Like we said, she was light. "So any ideas? I hear there is some part of the third floor corridor that's all empty abandoned classrooms. We could go there and check them out." he suggested casually, imagining their might be something fun to play with in one of those rooms. But what's more it was completely secluded, just the two of them to do anything from holding hands to having sex that they wanted. And no he wasn't trying to lure poor vulnerable Mara away to violate her and break her heart. He cared about Mara, breaking her heart was not part of the plan. But as for violating her...well don't pretend she didn't want him to.

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[Maraouise Quinn]

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I'LL BE ANYTHING YOU WANT YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN YOU LOVE YOURSELF
I'LL BE ANYTHING YOU WANT
- - - YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN YOU LOVE YOURSELF, ON MY KNEES, ON MY KNEES - - -

it was so weird how different mara felt around the greater of the elliott twins. better, stronger, but at the same time relaxed and content. like she could run through fire and battle dragons single handedly, but that she didn't have to. she'd never really been a calm person, like her mother, she had an opinion on everything and would never shy from voicing it, yet around thierry she never felt the need to argue any point or start battles of wit, she was just content it the feeling of calm. of course, it wasn't complete calm, there was always that raging internal battle, the temptation the touch what wasn't officially hers. she always did have sticky fingers and a slightly shaky moral compass, and the magpie in her had never longed for a prize more than this one. and true, he didn't belong to her, but part of her also knew if she saw any other girl with her hands on him she'd see red, because the desire to protect what she thought of as 'her property' was intense. it was a pain in the ass being a sixteen year old girl sometimes, and it annoyed her so much occasionally. the fact is, for a teenage girl, she was usually so remarkably level headed. she didn't fall easily, if at all, she wasn't an easy target to mess with. maybe in the same sense that thierry was fussy with what she liked, she also was. she wasn't exactly a snob, not really, but she often felt the sense that no one really effected her enough to get her excited enough to care. except from the obvious, because there was something sublimely different about him.

leaning forward with a slight smile as he shifted position again, almost in perfect fluid syncronicity with each other, she brought her own arms forward, playing absently with the wrist band he wore. "i know, right?" she replied with a grin. the freedom and adventure tagged onto that particular lifestyle just screamed at her, she'd have fit into the era so well. muggle history had always fascinated her, as it was even more astonishing that the wizarding world at points. and the fact her father had been muggle born meant she'd never been sheltered from that world, even though she'd been raised in a magic household. and taking that streak from her mother, she'd been one to read up and learn about what interested her, even if none of it was applicable to her current education. she flicked her eyes up from watching her hands at his wrist, to meet his gaze. the amount of times she'd watched his face when he wasn't looking, liking to just register each subtle change in expression and how he always looked gorgeous in many subtle different ways. and she loved to just observe when he didn't know she was looking at him, although part of her suspected he always knew when she was. right now however, his eyes were trained on hers as well, which was just as exhilarating, because there was a depth to his eyes that she only saw when they looked straight at her.

she agreed of course, when he announced that not much was going to start in an empty corridor of the castle. she'd been promised hogsmeade by ryann at some point this coming weekend, but those trips were usually reserved for saturdays. until then, she was more than happy to while away the hours with thierry. in fact, she couldn't think of anything she'd rather do. with a laugh, she let him pick her up, wrapping her arms around his neck, revelling in the sudden closeness. it's safe to say absolutely no one else would have gotten away with that. even her older brother knew not to try and pick her up or he'd get a dead arm for his troubles. but she felt the exact opposite being in thierry's arms. "i don't have much choice now, do i?" she joked, when he asked if she'd like to go somewhere. although it was obvious she did want to. as her feet touched the ground, she got a shocking reminder of just how short she was, as she stood against him, but she couldn't help but realise she felt no resentment for it now, only an appreciation that they seemed to fit so well because of it. as he turned, she jumped onto his back instantly with a slight laugh. the handy thing about being so light was that it was so easy to travel in such a fashion. "i'll admit, i'm not as well acquainted with the third floor classrooms as i should be," she grinned, having faint suspicions, and hopes, that they were going to most likely get up to no good once so secluded. and the best kind of no good at that.

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[Thierry Elliott]

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IF I GO CRAZY
then will you still call me superman
IF I'M ALIVE AND WELL WILL YOU BE THERE
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Thierry Elliott wasn't ever really one for the cheesy romance you saw in the corridors every day at Hogwarts. He didn't fancy the idea of whispering sweet nothings, or buying sentimental gifts. Or at least, he hadn't been, until he met Mara of course. Now all he seemed to find himself thinking was how beautiful she looked when she smiled, lighting up her face and everything around her. Or how amazing it would be to kiss her in the rain, caught up in the moment and in her. Even how wonderful he would feel if he bought her that one perfect present and got that cheesy romantic reaction from her. But at the same time, he knew they were different. She was the type of girl who could fight her own monsters. The type he might have to one day visit in the hospital wing because she got in a fight, rather then her visiting him. And he was the type who was more actions then words. The kind who was either understood or wasn't, and didn't make any move to try to explain himself or the things he did. And so while he could feel some cliche moments coming on, they would never be the cliche couple, and he loved that. Now he too had noticed her height, on many occasions before now, and every time he just realized a little more just how much he liked it. She was the perfect height in his opinion, not too short and not too tall. Just short enough he had to bend his head down a little to reach her, but tall enough he didn't have to kneel or hurt his neck doing so. Plus everything about her physical and otherwise, was perfect to him and seemed to fit together with who and what he was so well. Like they were custom made. He enjoyed that, a lot more then he would have thought possible.

When she hoped up on his back, he hooked his hands under her knees and took just a second to shift her so that she was perfectly balanced. Last thing he wanted to do was drop her. And so only once she was comfortable and secure did he start to walk, laughing at her reply to his suggestion. "Well we'll just have to fix that." he replied casually, though a wicked grin was on his face as he spoke. He was almost certain of what was going to happen once they were alone, and though he'd never push her to do something she didn't want to, he was looking forward to it, even just in theory. There'd been plenty of times when he'd be so tempted to kiss her, he knew one touch of her lips and he'd never stop. On one or two occasions though, he had gotten dangerously close to those lips. Once when he had playfully snuck up on her between classes, but when she turned and he had moved to kiss her, one of his "friends" had come trotting up to ruin the moment. The next was when he'd sat next to her in class way in the back and had been passing notes with her, he'd finally leaned over slightly...just as the class ended. Both times had been painful for him, so he hadn't done too much trying since. But now that they were going to be alone with no professor or friends to disrupt them, he was sure at the least he was going to kiss her. It wasn't a long walk to the third floor corridor though, so he wasn't left much time to think about it, before they were already nearing the door of one of the classrooms he'd spoken of.

"Here we are." he announced grinning as he balanced her so he could open the door with one hand, leaving the one that wasn't on the door higher up on her leg. Thankfully he managed to open and shut the door without dropping her, but as soon as they were in he moved to sit her down on the desk, before turning to face her. His expression softened as both his hands moved to her thighs, resting high up on them, thumbs running back and forth along her legs. "So what do you think this one was used for?" he questioned, though not really caring. He was kind of focused on something a little more important to him then what the classroom was used for. But he asked to keep things from getting quiet and awkward. Normally he didn't mind the quiet but now would just be an odd time for it, he figured and he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. But if she did answer he barely heard it, as his lips were suddenly finding their way towards her. But when they finally made contact, it wasn't with her lips, but the hook of her jaw by her ear. And then the next one was a little further along her jaw, slightly more open mouthed and seductive. He was testing her reaction mostly, but also teasing her and drawing it out before he would finally kiss her lips. Both hands that were on her legs moved to her hips though to pull her closer, then around to rub the small of her back. And eventually his lips did find hers, and when they did it was like flipping on a switch. Every thing in him reacted, and he found himself kissing much more passionately, much more roughly then he'd originally intended. But he'd never felt this way about anyone, never cared this much about anything. And so he could barely contain or control himself, so she was lucky he hadn't moved them along much farther in that couple of seconds.

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[Maraouise Quinn]

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I'LL BE ANYTHING YOU WANT YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN YOU LOVE YOURSELF
I'LL BE ANYTHING YOU WANT
- - - YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN YOU LOVE YOURSELF, ON MY KNEES, ON MY KNEES - - -

we have to admit, thinking of an appropriate answer for thierry's question was the farthest thought from maraouise's mind at that point. she was sure of one thing, the classroom was definitely not used for what they were beginning to use it for in that moment, but that thought vanished just as quickly as it had sparked as soon as she felt his lips on her skin. it was amazing how it felt, fire sparking in her veins and rushing throughout her, her skin tingling all over at his touch. where his hands had rested sent jolts of excitement through her, and she didn't think any rush could best that, until his lips finally collided with hers, and before she even registered what she was doing her hands flew up to clutch his hair almost desperately, kissing him back passionately. it was like she was both elated and terrified. every part of her singing that they were finally this close, that she could finally taste those lips that she had been drawn to for so long, but scared, paranoid, that there was a limited as to how close she could physically get to him without them actually and literally becoming one. quite an odd fear, but he had that effect on her, gave that feeling of utmost ecstasy that it actually went full circle and pushed into the negative, yet still remained as addictive as a drug. her emotions, if she were to take stock of them at that moment, which luckily her mind would not allow, were rocketing, being thrown up and down, and the stark quiet of the classroom was such a contrast to the storm that raged inside her.

see, our mara here was a bit like rogue, in the sense she was 'the untouchable girl'. she didn't like to be touched, couldn't stand hugs, would never hold hands, not even as a child, preferred to have her own seat that sit on someone's lap. she liked her own space, and anyone who violated that, well, in the sense that rogue hurt people who touched her, mara did the same, only with absolute intent. but thierry, he was turning out to be her gambit. the man strong enough, or worthy enough, to break that boundary, to ignore the warning signs and jump straight into the fire that most people shied away from. he saw that she was worth it, and for that, she reciprocated. maybe she'd been blocking physical contact all her life because she'd been saving it all up for him, for this one person who she felt deserved every part of her. now there's an analysis and a half, but the fact was, she had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him, and the contact of her flesh on his sent lightening sparking from the touch, and the pure warmth of him drew her in like a moth to the flame. it was intoxicating. yes, feel free to make either twilight references, or remarks about how he takes after his father. i have a particular pushy muse in here adamant the boy takes after his uncle.

in the time while her hands clutched his hair and her lips battled his own, her legs had locked around him, pulling him closer towards her. she felt his possessive hold on her hips and her heart beat all the faster for it. for some reason, the idea of which had always repulsed her before, but she felt an excitement and extreme desire at the prospect of belonging to him, of being his, simply that. it was the kind of thought or confession that normally would have made her feel weak, demeaned or unappreciated, not fully herself, which she needed to be one hundred percent or she would lose it. but with him, she had never felt stronger, even in that sense of belonging, she felt in just magnified the feeling. that she was strong, and unstoppable because she was his, and that at his side she could take on anyone or anything. and at the same time she was almost addicted to the weakness he made her feel, because it was a refreshing, contradictory weakness. it was that same excitement and adrenaline rush of knowingly breaking rules. the simple truth was, she was breaking her own. he brought out all that fluttering weakness in her, and she liked it. which in some very confusing way, led to making her feel that exhilarating strength. i wouldn't blame you if you didn't understand, i don't understand this girl most of the time.

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EVERYTHING WE EVER DREAMED OF, BABY
IS OURS TONIGHT.
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[Thierry Elliott]

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IF I GO CRAZY
then will you still call me superman
IF I'M ALIVE AND WELL WILL YOU BE THERE
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Her reaction was exactly what he had been hoping for. To feel her return his kiss with just as much passion as it was given, and her legs wrapping around him to pull him as close as he could be. He knew Mara was as difficult to touch as he was, both being firm believers in personal space. And so he didn't take for granted the way in which she was responding to him. He counted himself unbelievably lucky to be allowed to feel that soft skin against his, to taste those lips, and to be kissed and touched by her in return. And there was something about her kiss and her touch, that had his once slow beating heart now racing, pounding painfully against his ribs. He had never felt, or even been, so alive as he was now. Every nerve in his body was lit up, every inch of skin thirsted for contact with hers. The thoughts racing through his mind were all about her, of that he was sure, but that was all he could be sure of. He was acting on impulse not thinking things through to the last detail as he was more apt to do. All he knew was Maraouise Quinn, and it was all he needed. The hands on her lower back slipped further up, wanting to explore more, while still struggling to not be too demanding. He didn't know if this was just a very very passionate snog, or if he should start pulling off clothes now. But he didn't mind either way, because he couldn't think of a second past this moment. If all she wanted to do was this, then he'd be painfully disappointed, but this was worth it. Especially as his tongue now moved through the part of her amazing lips, to run along hers and then every inch of her mouth.

It was the most addicting thing he had ever known, just as he always imagined it would be, maybe even more so. And he had done a ton of imagining. Every since that day he first met her. Why he had never acted on it, he no longer understood, but it was well worth the wait. He didn't know much about romance, or love. Anything that went above and beyond casual and carefree was uncharted territory. But suddenly he understood a lot of what it meant to feel like there was only one other person who was ever this perfect. To think that if this moment could last forever you'd never tire of it. In fact, you wanted it to remain exactly like this, because nothing else meant anything. Not the things or people you knew, not even the ones you loved. Just this person and this moment, it was all you'd ever need again. He might have been scared off by that idea if Thierry was "that guy". But he wasn't. He wasn't frightened by the idea of love and romance he just didn't seek it out. He had never cared for the idea but if someone could inspire him to do just that, as Mara was now, then what could he possibly have against it? Sure there was the possibility of getting hurt, but he didn't fear emotional pain like most others. He was realistic, probably the most realistic thinker you'd ever know. But somehow that managed to just turn most people off to him. He didn't see much "outside of the box", or get his hopes up on false dreams. But he also didn't crush the dreams or plans of anyone else. He just..didn't care. Now though he suddenly found himself caring...a lot.

His hand had found it's way up under the back of her bra strap and moved slowly to her side, so that his thumb could slip around a little to the front. Just that small bit of contact with something that to most was highly forbidden, and he was suddenly pulling back to pull off his jacket, shirt quickly following. The second it was off though, he moved back in towards her, as if pulled by an invisible force. Which that seemed to be theme with this couple. The two so closed off to physical contact with others, now being pulled to have physical contact with each other. But it wasn't something Thierry was gonna fight, it wasn't something he could fight. Even with all the cynicism in the world on his side, he couldn't fight it. He needed her in a physical and emotional way he'd never needed anyone before. Hell he had never wanted to need someone this way. But now that he did, there was no way around it, and he was okay with this. Actually, he was far more then okay with being head over heels for Maraouise. It was perfect, beyond all reason, and he couldn't challenge it. It just was exactly what it was supposed to be. Now as long as he wasn't scaring her off, they were golden, because Thierry would take the dive and commit to her if she could want someone like him. Maybe in small babysteps for her sake, maybe all at once for sake of his impatience. But the end result would be the same, if she wanted him he wanted her, and they could be together without a second thought from him. That was thoughts for later though, he didn't want to propose to her right there or something. She deserved the respect and time to get comfortable, if she could ever be. And so he focused on the snogging and the hands running along her body anywhere he could reach. From the back of her calves under her pants leg, to running back through her hair, he made sure to appreciate and worship her the way he felt she deserved just as his lips left hers to start kissing along her neck.

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holding my hand, i'll keep you by my side
WITH MY SUPER HUMAN MIGHT !
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