✧A BIT NAUGHTINESS & LOVE✧

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Rabastan Lestrange had been spoiled over the Easter break, having Claudette at every waking moment and some time durning the night to find a release.

And with a bit of research, he realized that there were countless other types of things he and Aria could find themselves doing.

Just not full intercourse. Which at this point, he didn't know if he could handle himself...Hell even now just kissing her brought him close to a release.

Claudette could never—

"Merlin Raba, I'll have to wear my hair down for the rest of the week!" She pouted, her lips plumper than usual as the amount of snogging that's been going on this past few weeks has been...Upped.

Either were obsessed with the other when they were in a private setting, and in previous social events, Rabastan couldn't keep one hand away from her all that long.

He needed to be touching her, his body needed the confirmation that his warm little kitten was nearby.

"I take that as a win from here love." She snorted, her hands still locked up and around his neck as he leaned back onto the couch and kissed her...Repetitively.

Though it wasn't simply just the same spot, he was on a mission to hear her moan in pleasure. Rabastan swore he heard it before, and sure enough she sounded like a small kitten mewing at the pressure of his lips.

And thus...He continued onto the hunt, until he decided to experiment a little further.

Perhaps she sensed a change or halt in movement, but soon enough she looked down at his retracting head and felt one of the many buttons unbutton... Causing a slight hitch in her breath.

"Raba I..."
"Will you humor me, darling?" It felt fowl on his lips, saying something that his father would usually claim to do when Claudette was present in the manor and yet...The smile she inflicted had all but vanished that disgust.

"I like the term 'calming myself' better than humoring...What do you plan on—"

"It's a surprise kitten." He interrupted and thus he went further to unbutton her blouse further, but panic set in as she stopped him. Shaking her head in a slight bit of fear, it wasn't so odd to keep oneself pure for marriage, but the only other person who has seen her completely bare had been Aidan.

And the pressure of Rabastan being pureblooded and having a much higher body count than Proctor was throwing her off her game. Scrambling to get a bit of control did Lestrange find it rather fitting that his kitten was nervous.

He hadn't come across many witches who were nervous during intimate moment, and sure she was brilliant at snogging...So what was it?

"I...I'd like to keep this on." She instated, for more than a few reasons but the highest being that her tattoos and all were out for the world to see if she hadn't stopped him.

And no part of her wanted to divulge into that conversation.

Rabastan nodded in the account of making her comfortable, and so he leaned forward to kiss her gently on the lips.
"Do you recall that joke I made in history of magic, way back when?" Aria had looked plainly into his eyes, one of which were still focused on her lips before the waves crashed violently in the pit of her stomach as those storm infested eyes flickered to her.

Making her gulp in pure recognition to what he had mentioned. And he took that as a silent yes.

"I'll gladly find another method of pleasing you kitten...But this was the first to come to mind."

"I don't need to be pleased, really—I was quite alright with snogging." Rabastan's brows hardened as they came together.

She didn't want him to?

It wasn't often that Rabastan offered to go down on a witch, usually in record of making his mates jealous in getting a witch to scream at his side of the dorm room. But right now?

There wasn't a single soul he wanted to please other than Aria Roswell herself.

"Are you sure...Because I can list a few dozen things I'd like to..." He stopped himself when he realized her cheek flush into a deep red shade. And by the way that her body was contracting he realized that perhaps his little bird was more subsetiable to knowing lingo than she was letting on.

"Let me have a taste kitten." Shock stilled her entire body, this dirty Slytherin had said exactly what that character had in the last erotic novel she's read.

But never did she plan to hear it spoken out loud!

"I um...I'm afraid I don't know what you mean and I have loads of work to do that perhaps I should go to the—the library. Yes! The library to—" There were only a few times when he witnessed her go into a babbling rage and this a prime example of it.

However what stalled her was even more damning, Rabastan had taken off his layers of clothes to showcase his chest and stomach. Particularly the abs, but what Aria found much more interesting were the thin scar marks that lingered here and there...

"If you feel uncomfortable at all love, tell me to stop and I will." He looked mildly amused by her reaction to his own bareness and so she unbuckled her skirt just a small bit before he finished the rest.

"Promise you won't say a word?"
"Nobody will know a bloody thing love, it's—" He realized it wasn't the instance of what they were about to do...

It was her panties.

The black lace embroidery were beautiful against her lower half, and her creamy thighs were simply mouthwatering as he continued to slip the school-issued skirt further down her legs before they surprised her knee socks.

What was highly addicting was the newfound warmth that Aria was receiving from his end when his chest or any skin would come into contact with her.

"You'll be the death of me love." She hummed in response, attempting to push down her blouse just a tad bit—And in that instance had he taken a small peek to see her brasier.

Of course it'd match her panties, but he remained silent and fought through the initial shock.

"That's not very reassuring."
"But in a good way darling, I'm incredibly addicted and I haven't done a single thing...Yet." He said, a final kiss to her lips before rendering down towards her stomach—Moving up her blouse a small bit, but in the course of his action he missed the small outlines of her tattoo just underneath her breast.

Having her wand too far away proved to be difficult and so she took a blind leap of faith and nicked his wand and hid all the tattoos once again.

Leaving her reassured he wouldn't find any this time around. Nor had he noticed she had used his wand or any magic in the sort...Yet a giggling squeal left her mouth as his hands felt underneath her thighs to pull her closer.

Part of her, or the devil on her shoulder was egging her on to follow her curious instinct to see to what he was up to. And it was making her breath unevenly as he began to start with a small circular motion through the skimpy panty material.

Rabastan was thriving in seeing Aria trying to contain herself from the pleasures he was giving her, and although he was starting off fairly easy—By the end of it he was sure to have her screaming for release.

"How does it feel kitten?" He asked, and she smiled as he looked up from his position in her neck. He was so damn obsessed with her spot that she wondered when on earth she began so readable.

"I don't think I heard you kitten...How does it feel?" He rephrased, before picking up the pace before moving his hand from the connection.

She pouted and squirmed a bit before she nodded. "Good, really—Good!" Had she been prepared for this she would've perhaps given herself a pep talk, think of snarky counters to combatten his cocky persona but alas all she could do right now is wither in his hold as she held on tightly to his bare chest and tired to fight the building urge.

"Raba..."
"Soon love, I promise." His promise fell on muted ears as she mewed rather loudly in his ear after he picked up the pace once again, yet this time he remained in this repetitive motion so very close to her release...Only to move fully away.

Was this a joke—A prank?!

Aria's mind was a fumbling and static mess as she looked to see what the damn bloke was up to, only to feel her legs wrap around his shoulders.

He hadn't wasted another moment before diving in to taste—And automatically was he rewarded with the onset of moans.

"Sweet goddess—" She moaned, though Rabastan had looked to what made her voice so damn muffled. She was trying to silence herself!

"I want to hear you kitten, don't hide from me...Look." His voice was so soft and polite that she pryed one eye back open and watched Rabastan act as though he hadn't had a lick of water in months.

And from there she hadn't bothered to keep silent, not when it was just Rabastan.

His expert skill managed to delay her release, to draw it out as he wanted to engrave this moment into his brain. His sweet and beautiful kitten at his ever love mercy.

When he finally added his fingers to the mix, Aria knew that it was close to over—And she more than breathless, it felt as though the wind was knocked out of her—That everything and anything didn't matter, just this one moment here...With Rabastan.

Rabastan had retrieved her panties from the floor and aided her to pull them back up, mindful that her legs must feel like jello. Which caused him to kiss her inner thigh in a slight jest at what they just accomplished, earning him a tired hum from Aria.

And although he's been in this situation so many times before, he seemed out of place as he'd usually just...Get up and leave. But now this sense of carefulness seemed to enact as he pulled her panties back to where they were prior and pulled the blanket up to cover.

Which she simply smiled in regards to his adorable gesture.

"Tired?" She nodded her head, as she curled up further into the blanket. "I just need five minutes."

"Take your time love...I'll be here." He promised, and with that Aria found a sense of calmness that washed in beautiful and chaotic waves.

While Rabastan sat there in a fit of protection, almost waiting for someone to come knocking on the door—He was ready tell everyone and anyone to fuck off

And he hadn't a clue why.

With Aria curled up in a small ball he said right beside her, hell he even motioned for to put her legs over him but she resisted and found herself in an even tighter ball.

It looked mildly uncomfortable but for Aria it was how she slept normally when she was alone.

Her breath was steady and he grinned widely to himself that he had managed to take her mind off things, even for just the hour or so. It felt like an accomplished, hell it was.

"I don't think it anymore kitten, I know I love you." He whispered, but what he failed to notice was how close to consciousness that Aria was and she popped her eyes open within seconds following his declaration.

He however assumed wrongly that she was still asleep, but Aria had been close to absolute tears in hearing such a thing. A slight sniffle caused him to turn and look, and instant fear wracked over him.

"Love what's wrong?" Love. She's heard him call her that so many times that she stared at him senseless awe...How couldn't she have caught it before?

"Y...You love me?" For the reasonable years that Rabastan had known Aria—Or more so in this year than the previous—He had never known her to look so...Vulnerable.

Rabastan had been caught blind sighted by what she had said, undoublty catching him by surprise that he nodded. "I do kitten, I—I hadn't realized it until...Until I told my mother about you, she said—"
"You told your mum about me?" Aria was in a predicament, sure it was a kind gesture, but no part of her wanted her name circling through the pureblood society.

She prayed that Mrs.Lestrange keep quiet about her involvement with her son, but that was surely not the case. Not when it was clear that Aria was more than just an infatuation.

"Y-yeah...And my brother found the picture in my journal." He admitted, causing her to lean forward even further onto her bent legs, the blanket was slipping here and there but Rabastan couldn't dare move his attention from her tearful eyes.

"Is it that hard to believe that I love you Aria?" She shook her head, fighting the instinctual urge of curiosity that her mind was full of, and instead she covered her eyes in an attempt to block the opening.

Which Rabastan caught wind of, and pulling her wrist away.

"Raba I can't control—"
"Then don't. If you don't believe me then look." He persuaded, and with permission and hand to block out the window...Her mind went instantly to welcome a long ray of emotions that flooded through from his brain and heart to hers...Which only caused a tear to slip down her cheek.

Her right hand had soon stabled to caress his cheek as she soon came to find out that he loved her for a lot longer than either cared to admit.

"It's not that I didn't believe you Raba...I just have a hard time believing anyone can ever love me."
"Don't say things like that Kitten, loads of people love you." She wanted to disagree but instead found her head ducking into his chest to hideaway, and the contact of pure skin made it easier to breathe and fondle the idea that Rabastan did indeed love her.

Not just fancies...Loves.

"I...I didn't want to take off my blouse, I'm sorry...But I..." She fell on empty words as she rightly didn't know how to speak on such a thing. With Fabian it was simple, with Aidan was presented when she was getting them.

But here Rabastan was with no knowledge of any of it. "Nonsense, that was me just wanting to see you in nothing but your panties and—" Aria turned to sit up further as she itched the blouse further, a rather difficult task that Rabastan had to end up helping her with.

And sweet Merlin, sweet Salzar—Fuck it, Rowena and Helga have mercy on him...

Aria Roswell was simply breathtaking.

No longer was she at all afraid of being bare in front of him as she was before their intimacy, and he supposed that it simply opened up that there isn't anything more to be afraid of than what they managed.

He let his hand come up to his mouth, a small move to make sure he wasn't drooling at all. But instead she asked a rather curious question.

"Could I borrow you wand?" It wasn't unheard of for students to share wands, and unknown to him she had already used it prior and under his radar. But he did just that as he plucked it off the table and handed it to her.

And close to instantly had she revealed what was making her nervous prior to it all.

Aria was hiding more tattoo!

He coughed, especially when her hair turned into an immediate shade of blonde that he couldn't help but be confused over. "Oh! Er—I went blonde for the summer and dyed it back, my mistake!" She laughed it off, motion his wand back down but with no spell to counter it...It was simply her metamorphic abilities playing as though it was through the wand's movement.

And he seemed relatively easy to convince.

"I hadn't expected that Ari...But I quite like seeing my ring in between your breasts." Perhaps it was the declaration that gave her a strong dose of confidence, but she suddenly found herself crawling over towards him and to sit in his lap.

"And you know what I liked seeing?" His hands had found their usual spoke to touch as her waist, but she hissed at the contact that either one of them felt the looming sense of heat echo and pulse the longer it remained there.

Though to answer her question, he shook his head. He hadn't a clue what she liked.

"You in-between my thighs." He smiled in victory, and it wasn't a simple half-smirk or one that follows him throwing a taunt. This one was utterly adorable that she soon found herself in the crook of his neck, making sure that the payback was ultimately worth the small anxiety attack she had.

"I will gladly no—I'll happily stay there." She giggled, all before letting her hands fall in suit down his chest—Making him hiss this time around as it was both a cooling texture...But his soul was making it burn with heat and pleasure.

It was otherwise addicting for either side.

"Do you remember...What I told you in the library when you first asked me to go out for a butterbeer?" He was having a difficult time thinking of anything when her fingers were swirling around beautiful patterns into his sensitive skin.

"N-no...I-I don't." She hadn't looked at all misplace that he wasn't able to answer her question, in fact she looked rather delighted.

Her hair coming to fall in between her breasts and cover their beautiful brasser that they were hiding in.

"That's alright...I'll be happy to remind you." She said, her hands stopping in the instant to reach down to unbuckle his belt and pull it to the side. "'If you wanted me to suck your cock, Lestrange, you could've just asked.' Or something along those lines."

"Ye—Yesss...Some-something along those—" He had never thought, dreamed or imagine what it would feel like for her to hold his cock so tenderly in her hands.

And this was surely going to end quickly if she was going to follow through with her first idea, because at this point he could take the offer of a handjob and be equally as happy.

But no, one thing about Aria he learned was that she was thorough, with everything..

She found herself kneeling just before the couch his knees separated in the attempt to make room for her. It hadn't been more than a few pumps of her small hands before a sprout of precum dripped, which caused her giggle.

"I promise I'm not a prude but I..." He breathed through the rhythm she was managing and grinned down to see her position beneath him.

"Hmm?"
"You're bigger than I imagined."
"Careful love, comments like that might go to my head."

"Yeah? Which one?" He had started with a chuckle but that was interrupted when Aria had taken the stride to start.

He watched in pure amazement as she moved along his length. What her mouth couldn't reach, her hand continued the same sequence as before. Rabastan had cupped her cheeks in order to get her hair up and out of the way, earning him a glance up from her once closed eyes.

The beautiful shade of grey had inflicted so much feeling and warmth that he had to withhold himself from releasing to early. It was far too early to give up on this.

A choking gurgle escaped Aria, and whether itwas instinct or the ladder, Rabastan had responded with such a feat by thrust his hips up without so much as a thought.

Which followed with a repeated sound as she hadn't been prepared to choke, though she didn't allow that to mess up her rhythm as she pulled out all the stops.

He wouldn't have a choice but to finish.

It worked rather well, as she felt his surrounding thighs begin to clench. And to make matter all the bit better, it's where he couldn't hold back his moans, he wasn't much of a vocal person—But whatever his little bird was doing was throwing him off.

Out of everything that could've happened, Aria held still as he finished fitful in her mouth—Teasingly giving him a peek before swallowing it fitfully.

Aria had leaned back on the floor for a moment, wiping her thumb at the side of her mouth as there was a considerable amount of drool still there and yet when she attempted again...Rabastan intercepted her.

Earning him a tired smile.

"That was the...the best damn—"
"Oh now you're pulling my leg." She shot back, but he shook his head in a fit of disbelief.

"I'm being a hundred percent truthful." He counted, all before pulling her up to his lap, after putting his trousers back into place that is.

She readily joined him and found his arms coming to suffocate around her small figure. She assumed he was a cuddle before but never had she imagined that she'd unlock this type of bloke out of Rabastan.

But she hummed in his hold never the less.

"I never suspected you were a prude darling, but—"
"Neither was anything I haven't done before Raba. I was just taken by surprise."

"Clearly, now how about I wrap you in this blanket and we'll finish reading that mythology book of yours." She grinned happily, one which Raabastan returned as she hadn't set out to get redressed and so he too didn't bother.

Instead the two enjoyed an intimate embrace with little to no clothes in their souls way to feed off the other. Hence as to why neither could stay awake much longer.

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Date Posted: 05-16-2020

Time: 5:57

Words: 3698