The Coat (Ariel/Markise - Empty Classroom)

[Markise Sterling]

Markise was waiting for Ariel, no pretense at all. He lay on his back on the desk, his shirt rucked up slightly, both hands lying against his stomach, fingers moving in the occasional swirl against his skin. He was blowing bubbles, a far more difficult task when one wasn't upright, and his legs were drawn up, one foot flat against the desk, the other crossed over his thigh. What he'd brought for Ariel lay behind the desk, hidden from view.

Markise let himself think over the coat, one made from strong, sturdy fabric that would actually last through whatever torture it received at Ariel's hands. It had layers built into it, and the inside was lined with soft, smooth quilted fabric. It had a thickly lined hood with faux fur around the face, and would hang down past Ariel's hips. Markise may have ended up putting some of his own money into the coat so he wouldn't go over the budget he'd given Ariel. There were also a pair of warm gloves tucked in the pocket, a pull-over hat and a long scarf that could be wound around his throat more than once to keep it warm. Markise had gone all-out.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel hadn't completely gotten over his meeting with Dare the day before, but it definitely helped his mood when he walked into the classroom to see Markise laying there on the desk. He locked the door behind him and set his wand on one of the student desks before walking up to Markise. "I don't think I've ever met anyone that was addicted to blowing bubbles," he commented, putting his palms on the desk and leaning forward.

[Markise Sterling]

Markise's eyes sparkled, and he popped his bubble, then smiled up at Ariel as he tucked the gum aside so he wouldn't inhale it. "You have now," he said. "But then, I have so many addictions, what's one more?" Markise lifted one hand from his stomach, settling his fingers against Ariel's arm, then tracing up the muscle toward his shoulder. "I can't think of my other addictions offhand, though," he said, his fingers swirling again, purposefully teasing. Ariel was an addiction for him, there was no doubt in his mind, and after the last time they'd been together at the lake, he was confident that things were going to work out.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel raised an eyebrow and his muscle shivered at that light touch. He sighed through his nose and leaned just a little farther forward. "I can think of a couple of them," he said, his eyes sparkling lightly. For just the moment he had forgotten about Dare and Michael, about the threats and the anger. All that he had the power to focus on was Markise there in front of him.

[Markise Sterling]

Markise tipped his chin up a bit in subtle invitation, but spoke as though he hadn't. "Well, there's dancing," Markise suggested mildly. His hand dropped from its place near Ariel's shoulder to settle low on his stomach, then swirled softly against him. "All that rhythm and motion and sweat..." Markise added, his lips curving again. "That's one," he said. "Was that what you were thinking of?" Likely not dancing at all, though the other three were likely prominent in Ariel's mind now that Markise had listed them off.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

"I'm thinking of rhythm and motion and sweat," Ariel said, shifting closer. "Not necessarily dancing, though." He tilted his head, his curtain of hair falling away from his eye as he did so. "I can't seem to think of the term." His hand wanted to move to touch Markise, but he held it back, even if he knew that he wouldn't succeed for very long before he had to reach out and touch him.

[Markise Sterling]

Markise's eyes glittered with Ariel's words. He had to bite his tongue not to give up the game right now. "I think I need another hint," Markise suggested, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of Ariel's shirt to swirl around his navel. "Does it involve grunting and groaning? Does it leave your muscles burning after? Because I wouldn't say I'm addicted to doing crunches." Markise's lips curved slightly with the tease.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel had to pause for a few moments to get his mind back under some kind of control, or he knew he would give up the game. "No, no, I'm not thinking of crunches," he said, losing the battle with himself and letting his hand move to Markise's waistband. So very slowly it worked its way up around his hip, towards the front of his pants, slowing even more the closer it got. "Any other ideas?"

[Markise Sterling]

Markise had plenty of other ideas, but only one was at the forefront of his mind right now, thanks to the warm pressure of Ariel's hand. Markise had to blink, had to try to clear his mind to think. It didn't do much good though, so he shook his head. "Mm-m, no clue," he said at last. "Why don't you just tell me?" Or better yet, show me. Markise's anticipation had to be showing, he could feel the heat of it pooling inside him. His tongue swept across his lips, and his glittering eyes were already growing hazy.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel's eyes sparked as an idea came to the front of his mind. "Put your legs down and I might just demonstrate," he said, flicking his eyes down to where Markise's legs were bent up away from the table. He played around with the idea in his mind, and the smallest of smiles pulled at the corner of his lips. He wasn't one to smile a lot, but he almost smiled quite a bit when he was with Markise, a fact that baffled him.

[Markise Sterling]

Markise looked at Ariel suspiciously for just the briefest moment before he unfolded his legs and lay them down against the desk. "Like this?" he asked, his blood rushing with all the ideas swarming in his mind. Was Ariel still playing with him? Was he going to do something? It certainly looked like it, but what? The ideas swarmed again, and Markise's breaths shallowed slightly just from anticipation of finding out. He lifted the hand resting against his own abdomen and removed his gum, somehow afraid he'd choke on it from the look on Ariel's face. He reached around the edge of the desk and pressed it lightly there, then brought his hand back to his abdomen, just beside Ariel's.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel pulled himself up on the desk and swung one leg over Markise's, eyes glinting mischievously as he brought his hands down to Markise's waist. "Remember when you had to be quiet?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. His hands trailed over skin and fabric and took Markise's, "You have to make up for it this time." He wasn't going to hold back, he knew what he wanted to do, and he wans't going to stop himself from doing any of it.

[Markise Sterling]

Markise had nodded at Ariel's first question. At the second, his eyes widened slightly, and his lips curved into a silent O. His heart pounded, and he knew he had no chance of forming any kind of intelligible words right now. He tried anyway, and managed a whimpered approximation of Ariel's name, then gave up and waited for whatever it was that Ariel was getting ready to do. They'd only had sex once, but Markise's mind couldn't help sticking there, eagerly anticipating.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel hid his grin by turning his head down and moving their hands, pushing up Markise's shirt then holding his wrists just by his head. Then he set to pressing kisses to the newly exposed skin, his long hair trailing over it as he moved. He wanted to explore, something he hadn't gotten much chance to do, so he was going to drag it out as long as possible, until they both couldn't hold back a second more.

[Markise Sterling]

Markise didn't need to try to oblige with the sounds Ariel wanted to hear. Ariel was giving him so many slow sensations, so much more attention than he'd gotten from his previous lover that his mind spun from it all. When his conscious mind returned, his hands were curled tightly into themselves, his breath ragged and his throat scratchy from letting out every sound he wanted to make. He couldn't even begin to think yet.