Another Night In (Michael/Dare)

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael laughed lightly and shook his head, "I don't like sushi." Though the idea of a spa didn't sound too bad. "I would say something about the amazing accommodations us Slytherins have," he said, "But it doesn't compare to a spa." His eyes sparkled softly and he trailed his hand along Dare's side, moving lightly along the tender skin at his ribs. He smiled as his eyes looked over Dare's face.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's muscles, still winding down from the powerful moments of intimacy they'd shared, shivered slightly at Michael's touch. Dare's eyes hazed slightly, but he took a slow breath and concentrated on what Michael had said. "I heard the Slytherins had a broom-racing strip," he said, teasing absently as his gaze dropped to Michael's lips again. He blinked, then dragged his eyes lower, back down to the motion of his fingers against Michael's chest.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael smiled and shifted underneath Dare's hand. "Yes, it's very nice," he said, letting his eyes close again. "There's an obstacle course, too." He was relaxed finally, but he shifted again, uncomfortably, as his body reminded him of something that he hadn't done in two days. "I'm starving," he said, then blinked open one eye and looked over at Dare, then away, nearly laughing at himself.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's eyes jumped to Michael's again as his lips curved, momentarily misinterpreting for the fun of it. Then his own stomach growled, Michael's reminder reminding him as well. Dare's smile faded and he wrinkled his nose in discomfort. "Does the cafe deliver?" he asked, though he knew the answer. Dare shook his head, lowering his gaze once more. "I want to stay here," he said softly. He didn't want to trek out into the school, though as his stomach rumbled again, it seemed like he didn't have much choice.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael nodded, he didn't plan on leaving, but he didn't think that they would really need it. "We could try calling a House Elf," he suggested, though he had never needed to do it in the school, so he didn't know how it all worked. He knew how it worked in his own home, but then, he was one of the masters of the Elf that lived with them, so the rules were different. He didn't even know if the elves would make them go down to the kitchen or Great Hall anyway.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's gaze rose again. "Hogwarts has house-elves?" he asked. He supposed, thinking about it, that it made sense, considering he'd never seen a maid or janitor, but still, it was a strange concept. He suddenly wondered if SWIM had house-elves too. Dare started a mental debate with himself over elf rights, and whether it was right to call one just to avoid the school. But he really didn't want to leave. Dare nodded, but kept his gaze down on the slowing motions of his fingers.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael raised his eyebrow and looked over at Dare, "Yeah, more than you can count." He had been down to the kitchens a few times before and seen at least a small number of the elves that lived in the castle. "So you want to try it?" he asked, though he had seen the nod. He still wasn't entirely positive it would work, but it was worth a try. He was also very aware of the fact they were both shirtless, though he didn't think the elves would particularly mind.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare gave another brief nod. "You do it," he said, as though there was any real question about the matter. Dare didn't know the first thing about calling a house-elf. Dare's gaze rose again, looking around the room. "Do you think we ought to...change the room?" he asked. Not to mention that they were half undressed. Lying together on the bed. Incredibly comfortable. Dare didn't really feel like moving just then, but his stomach insisted he'd better do what it took to get some food.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael sighed heavily then, and kissed Dare lightly before pulling his arm from around Dare and making himself sit up. "I think the room will be fine," he said as he straightened his shirt on his shoulders and pulled the edges together to start buttoning it up. "Unless you want to change it," he added, shrugging. He vaguely remembered the last time he had seen a house elf outside of Hogwarts, actually had to call one.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare watched Michael dressing for a few long moments, then pushed to sit as well. "Not really," he said at last, glancing over the bed for his shirt. He liked the room the way it was, and if Michael thought it was fine, then it probably was. Dare slid off the bed, finally spotting his shirt in a small heap on the floor. He didn't know if it had gotten thrown over or kicked off, but either way, he picked it up, shook it out, and tugged it on over his head, pulling the hem firmly down toward his belt.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael was soon lost in his thoughts as he watched Dare, everything seeming somehow more real...or more intimate because of the simple fact they had to get ready before even a house elf was allowed in. He shook the thoughts from his mind and looked down, hooking the last button before pausing to think of the right words to use to call a house elf that he wasn't truly the master of, and then called it.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

There was hardly a pause before a loud pop sounded in the room, one of the school's house-elves appearing in its crisp uniform. What passed for a uniform, anyway. It looked more like a tea towel to Dare. He tried not to stare, but it was difficult not to look at it...was it a him or a her? He couldn't tell that, either. Dare's fingers itched for his sketchbook. He'd only ever seen pictures of house-elves, and his curiosity bypassed his discomfort about elf rights.

The elf bowed low, its long, point-tipped nose nearly touching the carpeted floor. When it straightened, it addressed Michael, asking in a squeaky voice, "How might Webby be of assistance, Sir?" Dare's brows rose, discomfort creeping in at the abject servitude in the elf's manner, but still held at bay by avid curiosity.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael opened his mouth to speak his request, but paused and changed his mind just before the words came out. He didn't want the elf to do something at the request of a student that would cause it to punish itself because it technically wasn't allowed. "We're hungry and were wondering if you were allowed to bring food here," he said, his eyes flicking over to Dare before focusing on the elf.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare felt that glance and looked up, though by the time his eyes found Michael's, Michael was no longer looking at him. He looked back down at the elf, shifting slightly on his feet. Strangely enough, the elf seemed the being who was most comfortable with the current situation.

The elf, Webby, nodded its head, long ears swaying with the motion. "Webby will gladly help the students," it squeaked. "If Sirs are hungry, then Webby can do nothing less!" Dare shifted again at that declaration.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael smiled softly down at the elf, "Could you bring up some sandwiches and pumpkin juice?" he asked, then looked up at Dare. "Is that alright? Or is there something else?" He could feel Dare's discomfort, though he didn't really understand completely why Dare would be uncomfortable, he didn't personally see anything wrong with house elves.