✧DATE NIGHT PT.2✧

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The bloke allowed her the good hour or so to prepare for tonight's dinner, and so he rushed home to get ready himself. Though of course his father stopped him, yet the excuse of taking Aria out for dinner and the opera allowed him full reign to be excused.

Damn, he'd need to use her as an excuse more often—However he fixed it by saying he was taking her out to celebrate the purchase of a manor.

On the flip side, his mother was ecstatic—Almost as much as he was if he truly admitted it. Seeing her boy as happy as he is caused the smile to brighten on her own face, though even now when he was given the Opera passes and flowers from her garden to give off as a gift. Rabastan had to be the one to remind his mother that Aria did not like flowers that were plucked, she wanted an alive one.

"Mum come now, it's Aria...I got her flowers this afternoon."
"And you should get her flowers for the rest of your damn life! Don't think your father didn't tell me what happened the last time you were in the room with Orion...I want you happy sweetheart, and making Aria happy at you is better." He did want to make her happy, that's all he wanted.

So in arriving at the manor—He was pleasantly surprised to see that the majority of downstairs had been cleaned up more or less.

"If you're here to rob me, the safe is in the basement!" She called out, and Rabastan chuckled. A pure sign that it was indeed both safe and not a stranger.

"And here I thought you'd keep your potion's journal under your pillow!" He returned, and the laughter surely followed. Course while his interest turned to what could possibly be in the basement now that Ghost had been moved elsewhere, he had missed the first glimpse of his date—Only to choke as he caught the second.

She had been attempting to put in a pair of earrings, ones he was sure that Regulus had gifted to her in the past. They were her favorite, a sort of star pattern that fell down.

Her hair had been done up beautiful, all to show how exposed her neck was as she hadn't chose anything to pair it with.

The dress however, was where he was rethinking his entire idea for this night. Good Merlin himself, he wished he could just drag her upstairs and kiss every damn inch of her body until she begged him to— "Is this alright? I still don't understand the difference between fancy casual to fancy fancy."
"You look gorgeous...Breathtaking." She rolled her eyes at the comment but came and pecked his cheek, getting a ready inhale of his cologne for the evening.

It was rather funny on two accounts, the way Aria chided him for picking the most expensive restaurant in the area to dine at—Or the fact that he picked a semi-private booth. "I think you're forgetting that you're a lil famous darling, unless you wanted the press to come and snap a few pictures. I wouldn't mind being your eye candy." Her eyes narrowed behind the menu she held up to hide away, though he knew well enough she was blushing.

The game of footsie under the table had begun just after they ordered their food, and Rabastan could only respond with a smile and a wink.

Aria was such a tease, though he was still cautiously reminded about the parcel he'd read. Had Randal hurt her badly? And what did Proctor do?

These questions plagued him through Aria's talk of her new manor, she seemed so excited that it was more than contagious. But then it reminded him of another thing he wanted to ask her, though he really didn't want to resort to asking her in a parcel.

"Are you free next weekend?" Aria perked her lips and shrugged her shoulders. "I should be free, might have to check my calendar...Though off the top of my head and can't recall anything pressing."
"Grand, would you be my date to party?" Having taken a small sip of the wine and licked her lips.

"What type of party?"
"Family friend's birthday, usually they have a theme to them. The lad's wife is always crazy like that."
"A theme, I'm intrigued...Unless it involves me needing a new dress."
"Of course, there's no such thing as reusing a dress in this world Ari. And if my mother does end up going don't mention dresses. She's wanted to go shopping with you for the past—"
"Few weeks, I know. I'm having tea with her later this week I believe. Merlin my memory is bad, I wrote it down I hope me." Thankfully the food had arrived not long after, and it was much easier to form a conversation when one was eating and listening.

It had been awhile since either simply sat down and relaxed in each other's company, making Rabastan miss the glory days of hanging out in her makeshift classroom.

"I can't tempt you with getting dessert, can I?" Aria shook her head, the fresh salmon with roasted potatoes had been perfectly cooked. And to think she'd have to spend over forty Galleons for her plate made it a once in a lifetime meal, though she had a feeling Rabastan was a regular considering how he spoke with the waiter.

"Mother likes this place, she thinks it's cozy—Yes you and my mother are completely different."
"I think my definition of cozy would be a coffee place on the corner of the street...Do we have enough time to make it to the Opera?" She questioned, and that earned her another grin and a small trick that the playhouse was strategic in when they started and ended their showings.

The two made it with twenty minutes to spare, and good thing as well...Considering Aria had to use the loo and the dress needed more than a minute to maneuver. Excusing herself for a moment, Rabastan said he was going to have a smoke—Though mentioned he'd get rid of the smell before returning back.

Giving herself a good few minutes, she repositioned both her breasts and straps. Smirking as she'd taken a peek at the type of panties she'd chose for tonight.

Rabastan's favorite. She thought, and she huffed in damnation. How was it that she managed this far without surcoming back to his charms?

The burn in her soul was almost as greedy as her core, and she decided early on in the night that perhaps she would humor the invitation of having him come back home?

It was just hard to word it.

"Would you like to join me upstairs?"

No, she didn't want to look desperate.

"Help me take off my dress?"

Was that to cliche? Or would it be just common to get out with it?

With that being said, she hurried out of the room and caught sight of her date talking with an elder—Or perhaps a wizard from her father's generation.
"Ah, love...This is my father's friend that I mentioned at dinner. Waldon McNair, this is my date for this evening." Rabastan said with his hand offering out between the two, and the fellow seemed readily excited to shake the witch's hand.

"About time you start son, but I don't think I caught this lovely witch's name yet?" Rabastan groaned inwardly, he certainly mucked that one nearly instantly.
"Aria Crawford. I actually was in the same year as your son I believe...Yes, we paired up in potions a few times." She beckoned, and of course the grow of realization struck.

"C-Crawford? Merlin sakes, I thought your father landed the Darthmont and Ms.Crawford for a different account." Rabastan chuckled at the enthusiasm that Senior McNair was displaying, while Aria was left to laugh much more awkwardly between the two.

"He's apart of my father's firm as well."
"Oh merlin, my son studied beside you did he not? Well, that explains the spike it potions!" It almost hurt that all Aria could do was laugh and nod, not wanting to add anything to the conversation that she wasn't suppose to. But Rabastan knew the cues to look out for and pretended to look to his watch.

"We best find our seats love...But Aria has confirmed she'd be my date for your party, Mr.McNair." "Grand, just grand. Would you happen to have any friends for my son? I haven't the trust like this one's father has." Aria was now certainly put on the spot, especially if she knew Clemtinine's little crush on McNair.

"Actually, my friend has just come back from Holiday. I think she'd love to see McNair again." That certainly caused the fellow to gain an even brighter smile, though this time Rabastan managed to steer clear of the crowd and off towards the private booths.

"Is Clemintine really back from Holiday?"
"Oh shove off Lestrange, you can't tell me McNair doesn't fancy her the same way she does him." For once he remained silent and aided his date up the narrow steps to take first seat in the booth.

"No comment?"
"Would you believe me if I made a vow on telling you?"
"You lovely man, then I already know that what I've mentioned is the truth. Though I might be in the wrong for not giving her much more of a warning."
"You have enough time, the party isn't until Sunday night."
"Sunday night...Nevermind, you're a foolish man. Witches take at least a week to decided if they even want to go through with plans."
"And this? Are you saying you knew you wanted to go with me even if I didn't know myself?" Aria smiled silently just as the room's lights began to fade dimmer, making her attention turn to the show below them.

Yet Rabastan wasn't making this night anymore easy to being with.

"Don't think I've let you off the hook yet, kitten." The name sparked her to close her thighs inwardly, but of course Rabastan retaliated with his hand settled right onto her left leg. His fingers dinner in so he'd know.

Aria recalled the last time she had sex and it was damn frustrating that the only bloke she could get off to was this Slytherin hunk beside her. It made it easy to spitefully pay attention to play, especially when she leaned onto her arm and lulled herself to a peaceful place.

One she sorely needed with the way he was rubbing his thumb into her inner thigh.

The Opera itself was beautiful, not as adoring as the first one Rabastan had brought her too but it was certainly a change of pace. A man doing what he could to keep his family from harm, it brought the character back into her head and certainly caused her to think of when the last time she enjoyed a proper sit down read—It'd do her good.

Hell, she downright planned the next hour if Rabastan decided to go home. She'd pout in the tub with a novel in hand and bubbles galore.

Yet the firm grip on her waist spoke otherwise, and when she caught him taking her out an opposite direction, she frowned. "Someone snitched...I suppose you should be on the lookout for your own booth pass soon, the house always has a backdoor like this."
"W-what do you mean snitched?" She questioned, a small hike up in her voice—Though Rabastan didn't allow her worry to interrupt his actions.

"The daily prophet I'm sure, there were a few cameras snapping photos. They aren't allowed in, that's what the exclusive part is best. Invite only." He hadn't realized that it was going to cause her to grow worried, but alas—They made it to a remote fireplace in the end hallway and before they knew it...They were back in the living room of her current manor.

"See, no harm done...and no pictures."
"I don't know who'd kill me first, my publicist or my father." She beckoned, and that certainly caused his back to straighten. Though he began to wonder what his own father would say had the paper come out with news on being Aria Crawford's escort.

"It's still early in the night, I would try and tempt you with some wine had we gone back to my manor." He ushered, and luckily Loki had come tumbling down the stairs to gain their attention.

"Unfortunately I'm out of wine...And I partly think I'm still slightly drunk from the two glasses I had at dinner." She said, and thus Rabastan pulled her back. Not wanting much distance between the two, and so he leaned down. His all too ready lips going down to claim hers, and damnit she wanted to be claimed.

No more morals, not tonight.

"Raba I—"
"I'm not asking for anything love, remember that." It was both a tease and a look for consent all at the same time. Somewhere deep down she knew that Rabastan Lestrange liked being wanted, especially when it came to sex.
Mainly when it came to sex.

So she swallowed the rest of pride and looked into his beautiful eyes—The ones that hurt her before and she closed her own, not wanting the connection to break, but she needed to know.

"What would it mean...? Us—"
"Whatever you want it to mean Aria." He claimed, and that is when her eyes opened up once more.
"And if I'm looking for a simple hook up?" She questioned, it caused him to frown, his eyes narrowing down to take her words into account for the letter.

"Unfortunately the men I've been with might've hurt me more than you did..." She whispered, her eyes already brimming with preemptive tears. "And the last person I slept with left me...So really I—" He settled her worries with a kiss, knowing full well that putting a title on anything with Aria would ruin the remaining bit of sanity for me.

It's why she thought she was cursed.

The gasp that followed as she tilted her head was one of the many signs that caused Rabastan to have to conceal his smirk, but he wouldn't do anything until she said it. And a part of him, strangely enough, wanted to make sure it was indeed her.

Harper had risen the bar with needing to put a sense of confirmation between who he was sleeping with, unless it counted as the whores at Eve's Garden. He had only gone there a few times, just to get the taste of Harper off him.

He couldn't have the last time he was intimate be with that whore, not when showed such a soft side of himself.

Aria had pulled away for a moment, but Rabastan lingered with his forehead leaning down to press against hers. "I love you, Aria O'Hera Crawford Black. I've loved you for a long time from when we were children, and perhaps ever since...Your blood didn't matter to me before and it won't change anything now. If you want a simple hook up, I will be more than willing. But if you want it to mean something more, well...I'll be more than willing just the same." He watched the small tear fall down her cheek as she looked up to him with pure desire, something that had he hadn't caught in a long while.

The small snogging sessions here and there certainly didn't match how she felt cruelty in his arms. So she nodded, her eyes squeezing shut as she let her lips connect to his for just a moment.

"Meet me upstairs?" She whispered, and he hummed closed to instantly with that demand. But when she pulled away, he tugged her back with a smirk. "Keep the dress on." His words confused her for a moment, but she let out a small nod and hurried on up the stairs.

Both of them needing the moment of a breath and wind down to what the rest of the night would entail. To say Rabastan was nervous was a complete understatement.

With no one to consult, he hurried into the bathroom to wash his hands. Instant worry that his sweating hands wouldn't come off as endearing—It followed a splash of water right to his face as he rubbed his eyes, damnit he wish he had taken that offered scotch. Merlin he needed a shot of anything, but he soaked up a breath of pretend courage and paced himself when going up the steps.

Clearly, Aria knew he was coming up, and realistically he had caught her simply sitting at her vanity table in the corner of the room with a small smile on her face.

"I didn't really clean my bedroom before we left..." She shyly admitted, and here he thought it had been in need for just a moment of privacy.

She rose up for a moment, having taken off her heels from this evening—Though he knew full well that they weren't comfortable for quite some time. But he moved forward and helped her with the hairpins.

Smiling as he caught one of the many that hinted to the fact that she is indeed a Black daughter. "I uh...I didn't know what else to do with the buckle. I thought it looked nice." She mustled up the excuse, but part of Rabastan saw that she held it so delicately—As though the metal would melt in her hands.

"Remind me...I'll make dozens more like that." She instantly shook her head and placed it down on the tray beside her perfumes. "That's what I was left with, with Father's letter right beside it...I've had it on me ever since I—" Rabastan's hand soothed her thoughts and eased her into a breath, and she smiled and nodded.

"I wear the ring you crafted me for Christmas, there is nothing wrong between either." She nodded, eagerly wanting to get off-topic. And instead she turned around and Rabastan made slow work in fiddling with the zipper.

"Muggle dress?" He questioned, and Aria squealed when she felt the first touch of his cool hands on the likes of her bareback. "Friend of mine in the states actually...She sent over a few she designed." The hum he followed with traveled through her body and excited her all too ready core—The formalities were starting to get frustrating, but she couldn't deny being the center of his attention. Not when his arms started trailing the better part of her back to get a taste to what he's been missing.

"I'm not wearing anything fancy underneath, Lestrange."
"I'll be the judge of that love, you—" In seeing the fabric peeking out just a tad, Rabastan had to withhold himself. The silver lace paired beautifully with the paleness of her white skin.

"You wore these all night?" He questioned, and now it was her turn to cause some destruction. She leaned her figure back into his, making sure her arse found the sweet spot in between his legs as she turned her head to the side.
"Don't you like them?" She returned, this time when she turned around the dress had fallen without the zipped-up support, allowing Rabastan to see that there was no corset in place.

It became a struggle for him entirely, to keep his eyes focused on Aria when her body was right there to view—It happened all to quickly as to when her back hit her bed and his weight made it near impossible.

But she liked it, goddess she craved it.

"Y-you tell me if you want to stop Ari, alright? Just say the—"
"Gods Rabastan I almost asked to skip the opera the way you look over dinner." She said, her hands coming in to already unbutton the better half of his coat and dress shirt.

"Since dinner? Or perhaps when I had my hand on your thigh during—"
"Yes! Yes! You cruel man! I wore them for you!" It wasn't so much of a shout, but the general frustration was becoming apparent on her now. And Rabastan wasn't as cruel as she was making him out to sound, instead he dove right on into her neck—Leaving her panting and begging for more contact. One that he was happy to apply, though this time he rose back for a moment to throw off his layer shirts. In the instant, Aria had her hands run up the length of his stomach to his chest, grinning cheekily in having missed the sight.

"Miss me, darling?" A sad grin appeared as she nodded, though he only continued down with his belt as he nicked his head on over towards the pillows. "Get in love." Following his instructions, she hurried underneath and watched him undress, kicking off his shoes and letting those damned black trousers drop to the floor alongside her dress.

The growing bulge was clearly visible now, and what was even more breathtaking was how he ripped the bedsheets cleaned off to make room to join her another. Nothing about their doing was primal, not when Aria's nails dug deep into his back or his hands gripping tightly around her waist to get a better fitting.

They hardly had gotten anywhere when Rabastan stopped for a moment, just gazing down to his little bird. Which soon made her uncomfortable as he was completely silent.

"W-we can stop if..." She started, mumbling something that he couldn't catch. But he chuckled and pecked down to her already swollen pair of lips. "The house could be burning and I wouldn't stop even then." He said, distracting her as he waved his wand in a small motion, protecting them both from an unwanted pregnancy.

Though Rabastan couldn't wait for the day that he didn't need to, that Aria stopped him and claimed that she was ready. And sure she hadn't been the most traditional, part of him knew well enough that she'd want marriage before having a child.

However the smallest part of him wonders if she even cared about that.

The fluent motion that Rabastan caused her panties to disappear with gentle rip and tug caused her to giggle. "Rip and—"
"Rebuy. And I plan on doing just that love." He replied, his husk voice getting in the way of her properly understanding him, but there was no room for repeats. Not when his knee separated her legs further, allowing him to dive into her heat as easy as two magnets coming together.

The pure bliss had rendered them both speechless and unmoving, Aria had been the first to gesture for him to continue. But he was caught up with emotion and thrill that he couldn't—Not yet.

Instead she held him, her arms wrapped up and around his back to shelter his head deep into her own neck. There he started to come to life with small nibbles back onto her chin, his teasing thrusts were impending such a build-up that they slowed themselves down.

Wanting it to last more than just a quickie, but the time spent apart had rendered them both weak to the other's touch that it hardly mattered. Not when Rabastan's thrust escalated, leaving her begging and riding her highs out just as they come and gone.

He left no room for conversation or playful words, everything said between them was left up to interpretation by grunts and moans. Yet the occasional curse word had slipped between either's lips, earning a proud grin.

How could Aria not feel adored when she got to see the known Slytherin prince act as infatuated?

And how could Rabastan not feel cocky when he was the one to see her shaking underneath him?

The compromised position was the final straw as ether let out a deafening release, it added to the fact that their limbs felt like jelly. As well as it feeling like Rabastan was moving the absolute world in managing to fall to the side, he hadn't realized how damn exhausted it was with Aria.

Not that there ever would be any complaining ever, but it was her curling up beside his arm that truly did him in. Course the sweat on her forehead and flushed cheeks certainly brought up his cocky attitude, but it didn't come in the form of a taunt. Instead he brought his lips down to her forehead and kissed right above her brow.

"I'm certainly out of shape...That was—"
"Perfect. Utterly and forever perfect." He finished, and the hoarse hum of approval caused a faint smile to pop on his face. Exhaustion setting in rather quickly for them both, though that simply meant Aria to lean into further to his arm—Only for him to wrap it around her figure and pull her ever so close to his chest.

That is where she belonged, right under his wing, right by his side. Forever and always. But the world didn't bless him with Aurora Black, future betrothed.

Instead the world decided to challenge him, make him word for the most beautiful witch in the world. And that witch is Aria Crawford, yet he certainly wouldn't change that for the world either.

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Date Posted: 12-20-2020

Time: 8:56

Words: 4235

I'd say that was a lovely date, wouldn't you agree😂🤗