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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jul 20, 2008 20:08:42 GMT -5
Chase's mind had shifted since he'd first seen Dru at the lake, and yet, it seemed that the room recalled his intentions. When he walked in, his hand wrapped around hers, he stopped, his eyes taking in his surroundings with more than a little surprise.
The room was large, with curtains against the far wall which covered long windows, or at the least, the illusion of long windows. A generous fireplace lined the wall to the right, a heavy wardrobe to its left, a dragon-leather beanbag chair, beaten into the precise shape for comfortable use sitting before the crackling fire. The room was set with dark woods accented by shades of deep red bordering between blood and brick. It all might have been impressive, but for the posters lining the walls, declaring support for this band or that Quidditch team.
Even so, the focus of the room lay to the left, a large four-post bed with thick velvet drapes left carelessly open. The bed was perfectly made, the top of the covers turned down invitingly. It was a room of casual wealth, old money laced contemptuously with every rebellion its owner could push while still being excused. It was a perfect replica of his bedroom.
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Post by Druscilla Grace on Jul 20, 2008 20:27:53 GMT -5
Dru's mouth opened when she walked in and looked around the room, her hand tightening around his. Even through the posters she could see the woods and everything that made it wonderful. "Wow," she said as she took everything in. Part of her realized that it was his room, that the room wouldn't add details like the posters unless that were so, but she didn't truly take that in, her concentration was spent taking in all the details of the room.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jul 20, 2008 21:09:55 GMT -5
The sound of Dru's voice, and the pressure of her hand against his, recalled Chase's mind from the initial shock of finding himself here. Without releasing Dru's hand, he turned just enough to push the door closed, then turned the lock by habit. He'd spent an entire term at Hogwarts, and, as always when entering this room again, there was a feeling of resignation. Nothing here was any comfort to him, really.
Chase dismissed the room with hardly a thought and turned his attention to Dru. He paid little attention to her distraction farther than the opportunity it gave him to lead her across the room, to the side of the four-post bed. There, he slipped one arm around her waist, his opposite hand rising, pushing her hair back even as his mouth dipped against her neck.
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Post by Druscilla Grace on Jul 20, 2008 21:29:23 GMT -5
Dru had been thoroughly distracted by the sight of the room and so she let out a light gasp when Chase was suddenly around her. But her arms went around him, one heading up to his hair and the other resting on his shoulder, and she tilted her head to his neck, letting her lips meet his skin as she let thought fly away, making it so much easier to accept what he was offering.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jul 20, 2008 21:58:39 GMT -5
Chase's body roared to life, everything combining at once to heat him so that the flames in the fireplace mellowed as though trying not to overheat. It was Dru with him, no guilt, no boredom, only the energy she gave back to him with every motion. It had been so long that he'd waited for her, for this, and Chase's patience cracked and shattered. His hands found her waist, tightened, and lifted her the short height up to the high mattress, his kiss against her breaking forcibly during that short time. His eyes blazed in the moment before they closed, and his mouth was on hers.
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Post by Druscilla Grace on Jul 20, 2008 22:07:47 GMT -5
A shiver ran through Dru at the knowledge that he could pick her up so easily, not that he had never done it before, but it made her feel small, almost vulnerable, that he could do it. It wasn't a bad thing, though, she liked it, in a strange way, and her hands tightened in their places as she returned the kiss, her lips opening instinctively to deepen the kiss.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jul 20, 2008 22:38:53 GMT -5
It seemed they were of one mind, their focus on the pleasure and relief that came so easily between them. The fire faded as the heat between them rose, as he joined her in the bed, the familiar feel of the sheets, the scent and the feel of Dru among them somehow right. As they lay afterward, Dru gathered against him, the fire rose again, warming the room, and Chase couldn't help wondering why it didn't feel strange.
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Post by Druscilla Grace on Jul 20, 2008 22:51:17 GMT -5
Dru marveled at how easily her body just fit to his, and at how right everything felt. Somehow, the bed smelled like Chase, and she didn't think it was because he had been in it the last little bit. She settled her head on his shoulder and let her fingers trail lightly along his chest as she let herself enjoy the warm, pleasant feelings trailing through her. "This is your room," she said, the end turning up ever so slightly into a question.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jul 20, 2008 23:01:36 GMT -5
Chase let out a heavy breath, his eyes tracing the familiar hangings, the way the firelight flickered against the posts of the bed. "It is," he said. As much as anything had ever been his, it was. It wasn't much of a sanctuary, but it was his. Chase lifted his hand and pointed toward the wardrobe against the wall. "I moved that over there when my parents decided that sticking the family tree to the wall would remind me of my duty." The look on his father's face when he'd seen the strategic placement of the wardrobe in front of it had been priceless.
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Post by Druscilla Grace on Jul 20, 2008 23:23:14 GMT -5
Dru followed his hand to the wardrobe, her lips curving slightly. "I really like this room," she said, looking around. "I've always dreamed of living somewhere like this, always imagined what it would be like." She hadn't really thought about Chase living in that kind of place, but it made since, he was pureblood, after all. The room she had grown up in paled in comparison to his room.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jul 20, 2008 23:29:06 GMT -5
Chase's eyes lowered, looking down at Dru. "You can have the room," he said, then looked off into the fire, stretching lazily. "You can have the constant nagging about responsibility, too." And the constant couched references to his duty, and the condescending looks during long talks about sowing wild oats, and precisely how much longer he could get away with it.
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Post by Druscilla Grace on Jul 20, 2008 23:36:40 GMT -5
Dru looked up at him, "What is your supposed responsibility?" She figured if the responsibilities weren't too bad, she would gladly take them on to be able to live like that. Perhaps it was only because she had always wanted to, but she couldn't imagine not wanting to have it. She watched him for a moment and then settled her head back against his shoulder as she looked out over the room.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jul 20, 2008 23:46:53 GMT -5
Chase took everything in the room for granted; they were only things to him, and so it was what was expected of him that stuck out in his mind. "As of now, I can get away with about anything that doesn't get me expelled, as long as I'm at school." Chase's jaw tensed briefly, and he skipped over the responsibilities he had when he was at home. "Eventually I'll be expected to get married to some prissy Pureblood princess and settle down to a life in politics." None of which, by the tone of his voice, he had any intention of doing, if he could find a way out of it.
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Post by Druscilla Grace on Jul 21, 2008 10:36:58 GMT -5
Dru wrinkled her nose, she was hardly expected to marry, much less anything else. She couldn't see Chase going with it, "So they would have to drag you to the alter?" For a moment she amused herself with that image, but she couldn't let herself think too hard on the general idea of marriage. It was too distant to think about, and her life was chaotic enough without thinking about it, even if it was in a comical way.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jul 21, 2008 10:52:30 GMT -5
"Pretty much," Chase said, "but I've got a while left." He could probably push it to thirty without actually having to settle, but he knew that the more he misbehaved now, the more likely it would be that they'd push marriage to some supposedly-respectable girl as the most effecitve way to save face for the family. "If my dad dies suddenly, I'm scott free, though." There wouldn't be a thing his mother could do if he was the head of the family.
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