give me love / DEVYN

[Sebastian Nott]

ooc. - well this is all oddly familiar

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Seb had been having a fairly brilliant summer; he slept most of the day, spent his hours awake beside the pool, reading or eating, made fun of his dad as much as he could and sucked up to his mum in equal amounts and flirted with almost any female who came within a five-foot-radius of him. He'd spent a night with Zanna Stanley recently, which had been interesting, to put it lightly, but also incredible, and he was looking forward to boasting about it to everyone he possibly could. That being said, his mind was generally stuck on one thing these days, and that was Devyn Oberlin and the fact that she was still refusing to shag him. He couldn't imagine what he'd done wrong, and knew that for the most part her abstaining from having sex with him was just to be annoying. And no matter how much he'd deny it to anyone he asked, it was seriously getting to him; it was positively the ultimate rejection, a girl who drove him up the wall every time he spoke to her refusing to have sex with him and him wanting it so much.

Other than the night with Zanna, it was the first time he'd left the Manor that summer, and he had donned a pair of sunglasses especially for the occasion. He was simply picking up a few things for next year and coming home as soon as possible to return to his much-beloved pool. As he passed by the ice-cream parlour, however, his thoughts were plunged back into the past, particularly an afternoon he'd spent with Oberlin and, almost as though he'd reached in and pulled the girl from his memories, there she was, standing by the counter, obviously getting ready to order. Seb stood stock-still for a moment, narrowing his eyes, wanting to be sure that it was definetely her. He came to the conclusion fairly quickly that it most definetely was, and a smile curved on his lips. Crossing his arms with a feigned casual air about him, he strolled over to the counter, halting right behind the girl. Without any hesitation, he placed his hands on either side of her hips, murmuring in her ear with a grin as wide as his face, "You again?"

[Devyn Oberlin]

(OOC - still crying about it.)

Devyn stood at the counter of Fortescue's ice-cream parlour, being generally indecisive about what type of ice cream to order. She was mildly annoyed with her sister for being so stubbornly anti-social - which didn't suit her at all - and refusing to come out with her, so she had found herself alone in Diagon Alley with nothing better to do than eat ice-cream alone. She was interrupted, however, when someone came up behind her and placed their hands on her hips. She stood shocked for the better part of a few seconds, wondering why the hell she'd left her house in the first place.

Even though she'd already recognized his voice, there was a part of her that was hoping that it wasn't him so she wouldn't have to deal with his infuriating behavior, but at the same time it would be odd if it wasn't because there really was no one else who'd ever have the nerve to do what he'd just done. "What the fuck -" she turned around quickly, staring up at Sebastian Nott, her voice raised and her eyes narrowed in the typical fashion that he was no doubt used to, "- is wrong with you?" she finished, attempting to keep herself calm.

Strangely enough, she could feel her heart beating significantly faster despite her best efforts to remain neutral. She accounted it to the fact that they were in a public place and he was embarrassing her and she was angry about it rather than letting her mind wander and think about their proximity since his hands were still shamelessly on her waist and she'd made no move to push him away. "Are you stalking me now?" she asked in an almost amused manner now that the reality of the situation was dawning on her, "that's cute. I hope you're planning on buying me ice-cream, then..."

[Sebastian Nott]

ooc. - sorry for taking so looooooong
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The obnoxious smile plastered on Seb's face faltered, ever so slightly, as Devyn turned around, demanding what was wrong with him. For the oddest reason, for a reason he didn't even know, it was almost as though he hadn't seen Devyn in years, or that he'd never seen her properly at all. He blinked, startled, fumbled for something to say. The thought of Scorpius accusing him of fancying Devyn sprung to mind but he dismissed it crossly; Sebastian Nott didn't fancy anyone. Not now, not ever. Realising suddenly that he was probably mouthing wordlessly at her, he forced his usual teasing smile back onto his face, saying in a low voice, "Nothing. Nothing's wrong with me. What about you, Devyn?" Both eyebrows lifted, his smile widening sincerely now. "Are you okay? Anything wrong with you? Perhaps lack of sex in your life? Because I could totally fix that..." his gaze trailed down her body, making what he wanted perfectly clear.

He ignored the stalking jibe, instead deciding to cut to the chase. "You want me to buy you ice-cream? Really? What if someone sees us? I thought you wanted this thing-" he pulled her closer towards him, allowing no space between their bodies and revelling in the feel of his hands on her waist - "between us to stay on the down-low?"

[Devyn Oberlin]

Devyn looked sufficiently unamused at Sebastian’s antics, though nothing he was doing was out of the ordinary. It was exactly like him to pull her aside in front of a group of people at an ice-cream shop and practically ask her to have sex with him. Classic. However, she found it weird that now he seemed to be at a loss for words – what the fuck was he thinking? She didn’t even want to know. “Nothing’s wrong with me, either,” she managed after swallowing for a moment and making sure she didn’t spend too much time thinking about their current positions. “Oh, I’m sure you could if you wanted to, but that’s the thing – you want it too much,” she continued amusedly, “you’re almost gagging for it at this point. That’s so strange, isn’t it? You’re Sebastian Nott. You could sleep with any girl you want to – so why me? I’d come close to saying that you’re obsessed with me...”

She scoffed at his next words, though they didn’t faze her in the least. What was bothering her was their physical proximity, but she wasn’t about to let him in on that herself, especially since he probably already knew and was using it to his advantage. “Yes, I do want you to buy me ice-cream, actually. You've wasted enough of my time already. Might as well,” she responded in even tones, though her facade of calmness got cut off shortly as he pulled her closer to him. She almost wanted to hit him, but still, that was overshadowed by how much she was enjoying the entire thing – too much for her own good, she would have realized if she was thinking clearly, but she wasn’t thinking clearly at all. She took his comment in stride, raising an eyebrow at him as she went on coolly, “There’s no thing. This isn’t a thing. You’ve made that perfectly clear for a while now. So really, there’s nothing to keep on the down low... you’re just kidding yourself.”

[Sebastian Nott]

Seb, realising that Devyn was definetely fully set to wind him up until he couldn't take it anymore today, brought out his best weapon; the pout. He slid his bottom lip out, feigning innocent disappointment, despite the fact that his hands were still on her waist, one having slid under the material of her top, and their bodies being practically indecently close for such a public area. "Come on, don't be mean," Seb crooned, voice low. "You know you want to. And yes, I'm Sebastian Nott," this was spoken with a distinct touch of pride, "And even though I can get any girl I want...I like a good chase. And our sex would be totally hot," he promised her, voice full of authority.

"But," he moved away from her, going from being all over her to keeping his hands completely to himself in the blink of an eye. "Being the nice guy that I am, I'll buy you an ice-cream. For old time's sake." He cocked his head to one side, beaming at the girl. "I know how much you like ice-cream." He was momentarily distracted by the fact that he and Devyn did, actually, have a worrying amount of history, halting him in his tracks for a moment. They always seemed to wind up in the same places, unable to stay away from each other and yet unable to get along. He shook himself, regaining his cocky composure, and turned towards the counter, readying himself to order for both of them, when he heard her next words.

"There's a thing," he disagreed, abandoning any thoughts of buying ice-cream. "There's definetely a thing. You don't want anyone else the way you want me. That's a thing. I'm Sebastian Nott," he gestured to himself incredulously. "Of course there's a thing." He found it oddly disconcerting to think of Devyn wanting any other guy the way she wanted him - and he knew she wanted him, it was written all over her face, it was there all the time, and the fact that she constantly denied it got his back up more than he could ever say. "You may be an annoying bitch, but when you were running your hands through my hair when we were in the broom cupboard, and when you were going down on me -" with each sentence he took a step closer until he was right beside her and, yet again, very much inside her personal bubble. "It's a thing, and you don't want people to know it, because then everyone's thoughts will be confirmed. Because everyone knows you're secretly in love with me," Seb explained, in case she hadn't worked that out for herself.

The fact that Seb had seen Devyn without that many clothes on (not naked, yet, but he had his fingers crossed) definetely made it harder to talk to her without getting distracted, however, and he couldn't help but notice how hot she managed to look, even when she was being a total bitch to him. He realised that he definetely didn't have the time or the patience to sit and eat ice-cream with her and argue; he didn't really have the time and patience for anything other than what he'd been - as Devyn had put it - gagging for these past few weeks. Flicking his gaze up and down the girl, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Fuck it," Seb said, grabbing her by her hand and pulling her, gently yet firmly, away from the counter, weaving them through the tables at the parlour and through the door into the building. Most people had decided to sit outside which, to be frank, suited Seb perfectly. "I'm going to prove to you that it's a thing," he promised her, leading them both into a more secluded area of the cafe, a corridor towards the kitchen and the bathrooms. Stopping, Seb managed to get them both in the perfect position, her with her back against the wall and him with his arms either side of her. "And it's going to be easy," he promised, before leaning in to meet her lips.

[Devyn Oberlin]

"Don't," she warned as he began to pout, rolling her eyes as he did and being quite skeptical of whether he would listen to her or not. It was likely that he wouldn't - he never really listened to anything she had to say, he either reverted to that stupid pout or spent all of his time and energy working to prove her wrong, both of which infuriated her to no end. It wasn't helping, of course, that as he stood there and went on (she'd stop paying attention to his words ages ago, instead taking up the task of looking him over properly for the first time since he'd snuck up on her) he looked like he'd gotten even more attractive since the last time she'd seen him. And, granted, the last time she'd seen him he'd been wearing far less clothing, but was another thing that she didn't want to dwell on.

She looked genuinely pleased when he finally agreed to buy her ice-cream. Her satisfaction didn't last for more than a few seconds, however, because once again he got sidetracked in arguing with her and it occurred to her that she should have just turned around and left when she'd had the chance, considering his arms were no longer locked around her waist. "There is no fucking thing, okay?" she shot back, not as angrily as it had sounded in her head, but getting close. He couldn't just stand there and accuse her of wanting him more than she wanted anyone else - it didn't matter that right then and there she couldn't come up with anyone she'd rather have sex with more than him, which was exactly the point that he was trying to make, because that was only for her to know and him to never find out was the truth because she wasn't going to confirm it for him. She also wasn't too impressed with him bringing up what had happened in the broom cupboard they'd snogged in last time, but commenting on it would just show him that he was winning, and he wasn't. "That's a lie," she added with a shrug, "there's loads of people who I want more than I want you. You're like, at the end of the list. Actually, you probably don't even make it on to the list, come to think of it..." she trailed off, leaving him with that thought to think about because she knew it would irk him above all else.

She was beyond shocked when he suddenly said "fuck it" and grabbed her by the hand only to drag her off somewhere - she didn't know where, and it had all happened too quickly for her to protest and his grip on her wrist was too strong for her to be able to pull away. She sighed, looking suspicious of the corridor they'd ended up in, though she wasn't at all surprised when he pushed her up against a wall. She bit her lip momentarily as he commented that it would be easy - if he really thought that, then he had another thing coming, because of all things, she didn't think she was easy. Nonetheless, she met his lips mid-way eagerly enough, having anticipated what was coming when he'd brought her back to the more secluded area of the shop. It was exhilarating to be snogging him all over again, and that too since he'd initiated it and therefore would have no right later to say that she'd come onto him. It was clearly the other way around. "There's something," she mumbled when she broke away from him for air for a second, "seriously wrong with you..."

[Sebastian Nott]

The sight of Devyn biting her lip was more than enough to turn Seb on even more than he'd been before; craving the feeling of her skin against his for what seemed to be over the hundreth time that summer, he rested one hand on her hip, sliding just under her shirt to rest on the bare skin of her midriff, the other hand running down her curves. He kissed her with his usual expertise, although there was a desperate edge to the kiss, a hastiness and a sense of excitement due to the fact that only feet away from them there was an entire cafe full of people eating ice-cream, and anyone was liable to catch them at any given moment. With an extra sense of urgency, he inched the hand that was resting on her hip further upwards, hand still against her warm skin but closer to the button of her trousers, thinking, half-aggravated, half-amused, that of course Oberlin wasn't wearing a skirt. A skirt would be far too easy.

"There's nothing wrong with me," Seb protested breathlessly when he came up for air, although he didn't move his head, allowing his lips to linger near hers. "There's something wrong with you, though..." the hand that had been running along her curves hesitated under her breast, the other hand still hovering over the button of her trousers, being really quite good when all he wanted was for his hands to be everywhere. "For not letting yourself have what you want..."

His lips moved from her lips to her neck, peppering kisses all the way down to her collarbone, murmuring in between kisses, "But, then again, I'm not on your list..." he spoke mockingly, or as mockingly as he could possibly manage when he was so eager to be all over her. "And you're not attracted to me in the slightest...and you really fucking hate me..." his hand lowered, tracing the curves of her body as he continued trailing kisses on her neck, sucking gently on her skin, forcing himself to take it slowly at first, to make her want it all the more. Pausing, he raised his eyes to meet hers, widening them innocently and saying in a deceptively clueless voice, "D'you want me to stop?"

[Devyn Oberlin]

Devyn had to keep a careful awareness of all her actions as his hands roamed over her body in order to not give him the reaction that he wanted. Even then, despite her best efforts, she couldn't help the natural responses that occurred against her will, including the sudden struggle to breathe and need to kiss him back harder and have her hands all over him as well. She kissed him back, of course, much more intensely than she would have liked to because he was obviously trying to make her give in to the temptation of going further than they already had in the past as quickly as possible, and couldn't help but moan appreciatively as she felt his hand move towards the button of her trousers.

"There's nothing wrong with me, either," she snapped immediately, though the breathlessness of her voice definitely took away from the annoyed tone that she would have preferred to have to make her point clear, "I don't want you... I don't want you as much as you want me," she went on, tilting her neck slightly to give him better access. It was only half a lie, because they both knew that she wanted him too, but just wasn't willing to admit it - however, she was almost positive that he wanted her a lot more than she wanted him. After all, he was always the one chasing her, not the other way around.

She pushed him away lightly as his lips found her collarbone, not because she wanted him to stop, but because she couldn't seem to focus on what he was saying when he was kissing and touching her the way that he was. "Fuck off," she told him flippantly, "I don't care about the list..." She wanted to slap him when he purposely asked if she wanted him to stop, and that too so innocently. She hadn't thought he was capable of such an angelic expression. She moved her hands up from their spot on his chest to throw them around his neck, standing on her tip-toes, their faces so close that their noses were touching, and kissed him again, more passionately this time, allowing her tongue to slip into his mouth and one hand to trail down to the waistline of his trousers, resting just above the button of them as she broke away for air momentarily and added, "Does that give you an answer?" She'd promised herself earlier that she wouldn't lose control with him, but she didn't know how long she could keep it up...