by the time the bar closes (rose) // august 2023

[Rose Weasley]

"Oh," Rose felt a little shell-shocked, but in a good way. A very good she'd-been-waiting-for-this-since-Merlin-knew-when kind of way. "I do, definitely, she breathed, fingers curling around his as he pulled her through the doorway, and then he was kissing her, kissing her like he hadn't all day, and everything up until now - even that positively blissful afternoon in her back garden - felt chaste compared to this, because this was something else entirely, this was a kiss with intent.

Her tongue darted against his, and she crushed her body as close to his as she possibly could, nearly desperate in her need just to feel his body against his. She reached one hand up to twist into his hair, the other she tucked over his shoulder, around his back, pulling him even closer. Everything felt fast-forwarded and in slow-motion at the same time, and it was all completely gloriously heady. She honestly couldn't say how long they remained locked in that clinch in the darkened hallway, but eventually one of them needed to breathe properly, if briefly. "I'd quite like to be in your bed," she said, looking surprisingly mischievous, but happier than she'd been before he'd pulled her inside the house. "Quite a lot, really..."

[Seth Wishart]

And none of their kisses had been like this; it was as if the fire that they had steadily been heating into a glow all day - or even over the last few months - had suddenly burst into flames. This time there was no hesitation, no 'should we be doing this?', no knowledge in the back of their minds that at some point they'd have to stop... there was only lips and and heat and hands and skin and her... Her hands were in his hair and on his back, and his were roaming over her back, her bum, her thighs, everywhere he could reach.

He leaned his forehead against hers as they paused, feeling dizzy with desire for her. He'd wanted her, wanted this, for so long, and he knew he wanted more than this from her and didn't know whether she could give it, but right now alcohol and lust were stronger than considerations of what it all meant. He took a deep breath, and let it out in a laugh. "Good... well now we know we're both on the same page..." He kissed her again, trying hard to slow it down and take his time, even though all he wanted was to pull her clothes off as quickly as possible. His hand crept to the bottom of her top and up inside it as he kissed her, the feeling of her skin under his hand going to his head, and making a slow pace all but impossible. His lips moved from her mouth down to her neck, staying there for a few moments before he moved back again.

"The room's... right here..." he murmured breathlessly, steering her backwards up the hall a short way, pushing open a door and flicking the light switch on a slightly untidy bedroom containing a double bed and several people's things lying around, "Sorry about all the crap... There are too many of us living here but they won't be coming in..."

[Rose Weasley]

"Same page," she confirmed, following his lead as he kissed her a little slower. It felt like a slow-dance after a tango, softer but equally passionate, just in a different way. She too would have almost preferred to go even quicker, like a small child on Christmas day, but some part of her was warning that she should enjoy this, should savour the first time she would ever see Seth like this, because, Merlin, it was Seth, so she knew it would be worth the wait. But then his hands slipped over her skin, and she could feel every detail, every finger, every callous against her ribs, and she was pushing herself against him once more, her hands roaming his body in return.

Rose's breath caught as Seth's mouth and lips and teeth and tongue did something that she was almost sure could probably be classed as sinful, it felt that delicious, to the base of her throat. Her hands tightened around him as he drew out the moment, and she stifled a little whimpering noise of pure, undiluted lust.

"I really, really couldn't care less about the mess," she replied raggedly, taking his hand boldly and leading him to the bed. She sat down on the edge, and pulled him towards her, tugging her top off over her head before she kissed him again.

[Seth Wishart]

Wanting had turned into needing as he felt her body press back against him, feeling every soft warm curve of her as he kissed her neck with increasing urgency. Her response to him, from the sound she didn't quite manage to stifle to the movement of her body against his, took his breath away. Somehow, he managed to follow her to the bed, feeling twice as drunk as he had done when they left the bar, because fuck, this was actually happening; it wasn't going to suddenly stop, and he wasn't going to wake up - she wanted him as much as he wanted her...

Any reply Seth would have made to her words died before it reached his lips as she pulled her top of. He really really didn't care about the mess any more either, because he didn't care about anything other than the fact that she was sitting in front of him topless and everything had been kicked up another notch. He kissed her back for a moment, before pulling back again so that he could take another look. "Shit," he murmured, "You're gorgeous..." He sank down on the bed beside her, stripping his own shirt off as he did so, and leaning forwards to kiss her again, pressing her gently down towards the bed, one hand going to cup her breast through her bra while the other one supported his weight.

[Rose Weasley]

Rose's hands ran over Seth's bare skin. This was as much as they'd ever seen of each other before, and she was suddenly struck by how slowly they'd actually progressed from going to the theatre that time to whatever this was so surely this probably meant something more than slightly tipsy shagging. She found that she quite liked that.

"Not so bad yourself," she returned, twisting slightly towards him and hooking a leg through his, pulling him as close to her as she could. As much of their bodies as she could possibly manage were touching - hips, hands, chests, mouths - and it felt beyond brilliant. As Seth touched her boob, she extracted a hand to reach behind her and unclasp her bra, desperate for more.

A thought occurred to her, and it was one she thought she probably shouldn't bring up, not here, not now, but it suddenly seemed important. "Seth," she said, pulling away slightly before pressing her lips briefly against his once more, not sure why on earth she was stopping this, even momentarily, "Seth... have you- have you done this before?" Hogwarts was small place, and rumours of who was doing what - or who - got around quickly, as Rose had discovered to her own peril, and yet - well, she hadn't heard anything about Seth like that, not really, which meant that it might be his first time and it wasn't that she'd care at all, but it did sort of make it a bit of a bigger deal. She felt awkward for being daft enough to bring it up, and slid her hands over his back once more, kissing him again.

[Seth Wishart]

The feel of her hands and the sight of her half naked on the bed below him were enough to make him lose any and all attempts at rational thought, even if rational thought had been necessary, which he didn't consider it was. Kissing and touching and feeling were all that mattered now, not thinking... All his nervousness and insecurity about going all the way with a girl had melted into pure sensation; it didn't matter that his head was lacking confidence, because his body knew what to do, especially as she unhooked her bra, letting it slip away from her body.

"Shit," he muttered again, more raggedly than last time, and moved both hands up to slide the straps off her arms and remove the bra completely, eyes glazed with sheer lust as he bared her top half completely. He was more turned on than he thought he ever had been, because although he wasn't completely inexperienced, this was different because it was Rose... He kissed her back, hands exploring her skin feverishly... only to be dragged out of it by her voice... It took him a moment to know what she was saying, the glaze receding from his eyes slightly and worry replacing it.

"Yes..." he replied slowly, still finding it a little difficult to speak coherently, but lying never occurring to him, "Yes, but... I mean, not that much... like, only once.... but... but I'll try not to hurt you," he spoke in slightly jerky rushes, looking down at her with concern, "I... Rose... have you...?" He genuinely didn't know; she might have slept with O'Malley and she might not have; she might have slept with anyone, for all he knew. There'd been some rumour about her cheating on O'Malley but you couldn't trust rumours, and cheating didn't necessarily mean sex anyway. Maybe this was her first time, and it suddenly occurred to him that maybe she wouldn't want her first time to be on some strange bed, when they were both drunk... But he really really hoped she wasn't going to change her mind now...

[Rose Weasley]

Rose looked up at him, hand reaching out to brush along his cheekbone as he suddenly looked concerned. She'd caught her breath a little more than he had, and so when she spoke it was a little more put together. She traced her thumb down the edge of his jawline, drawing him for a pretty chaste kiss on the lips. His admission was oddly reassuring, and his evident worry beyond touching. She nodded, biting her lip, "I have, and, y'know... it didn't really hurt, so don't, um, worry. And just once too. Sorry, I just wanted to know."

She hooked one of her legs round his as her lips met his yet again. She felt like she'd put them off kilter - sometimes she really needed to keep her mouth shut - and she needed him to know that she definitely, desperately wanted to continue with this. Her hands moved down towards his hipbones, albeit it a slower pace than they'd been doing so previously.

Seth was beautiful, and amazing, and the more they continued with this the more she felt like her insides were just simply melting into something that felt delicious. In a brief moment of clarity, as she twisted further into his embrace, Rose realised that there was no-one she'd rather be doing this with right now.

[Seth Wishart]

Seth smiled incertainly at her, still self-conscious about his own admission, but relieved to realise that she didn't seem to want to stop. The pace had slowed, but maybe that didn't have to be a bad thing, though his body was protesting. He kissed her back, then searched her face carefully as they broke apart, looking for and finding certainty on her part. "Right..." he said slowly, "Good... I mean, I still..." he stopped, not really wanting to go into all the reasons he was insecure, "I just want this to be good for you..." he said softly at last, finally able to get a coherent sentence together.

It might have lost a little of the feverish edge, but none of the intensity had really gone, he thought, as her leg hooked round him and her hands moved over him. He pushed her down further, his hips pressing into hers through layers of clothing... too many layers. However worried he was about getting this right, his need for her was greater than any concerns - but it was more than physical need. The further they got, the more he knew that this was definitely not just meaningless sex, not for him.

Summoning the willpower from somewhere, he spoke again, continuing his train of thought. "Just... just tell me if I do something you don't like," he said breathlessly, "and I'll stop. And tell me if I do something you do like..." he added with a small laugh, "and I'll keep doing it..." As he spoke, his hand had moved to her chest, moving in a slow circle over her breast, now without a bra. That, he was fairly confident she would like...

[Rose Weasley]

"Seth," Rose met his gaze steadily, her hands stilling as she regarded him. "It will be," she replied, equally gently and completely certain, "It will be, because it's you." She was beginning to sober up a little now, but the effects of lovely, darling Seth were a lot more potent than the effects of cheap alcohol, and she still felt wonderfully heady. "And if it isn't," she looked up at him, managing to appear coquettish even half-nakedly sprawled under a boy, "We'll just have to try it again or something."

She gave a sharp little intake of breath as Seth pushed his hips further against hers, and she tightened her leg around his. The feel of the movement of his hand on her breast was wonderfully-and-horribly tantalisingly slow all in one go, and she wanted more. "I like that," she said, her voice breathy even as she laughed a little with him, unable to help herself, "In return, you have to tell me what you like and don't like..."

She dipped her head to kiss the side of his neck, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. Her fingers had reached the jut of his hipbones, and she ran her fingertips softly over the skin there. Her hands stopped, and she rotated her pelvis against his, revelling in the friction it created. She lifted her lips to his ear, kissing there as well, "Did you like that?"

[Seth Wishart]

Her words were more terrifying than reassuring; however, the way his heart raced at the sound of them wasn't entirely bad. The fact that she felt like that, that she trusted him like that, was amazing, though he didn't feel he really deserved her confidence in him... The words 'but what if it's not' sprang to his lips, but before he could vocalise them (probably a good thing, since he'd have regretted it) she seemed to have anticipated his worry, and he couldn't help but laugh at her suggestion for overcoming it. Laughter was a good way of killing nerves without doing anything to turn him off, he realised, as he dropped his head to kiss her again.

“Ok, I can go with trying again some time,” he murmured, still smiling as his fingers continued to move teasingly over her. His teasing stopped, however, as her hips moved against him and her lips sucked on his neck, and he groaned as pure lust shot through him. “Fuck... yes...” he muttered incoherently, then admitted, as he controlled his breathing slightly, “I won’t last long if you keep doing that though...” He dropped his hands to her waistband, his mind now hazed more with desire for her than with the alcohol he had drunk, and fumbled with the fastening of her skirt.

“Can I...?” he breathed, looking at her in question as he got it undone and slid his hand inside, but paused without going any further, waiting for her confirmation.

[Rose Weasley]

Rose was oddly thrilled at the fact that she could make Seth laugh, even now, even here. It was something that'd never ceased to amaze, not from the beginning of this, the reactions that she could elicit from him, whether it was as innocent as a particular smile, or look in his eye, or as filthy as a stifled groan of lust. She met his lips as he ducked his head to kiss her, teeth grazing his bottom lip.

Of all the reactions she liked to tease out of Seth Wishart, the movement of her hips against his might have caused her favourite, and the satisfaction was enough to allay at least a little of the frustration of that fact that her doing that had caused his hands to stop fondling her chest.

It was Rose's turn to become incoherent with anticipation, however, as his hand slipped to the fastening of her skirt. It felt like an eternity before he managed to undo the little hook-and-eye and the stupid button, but she was glad she'd decided against jeans in the end. Skirts could be pushed out of the way if they were taking too long, after all. And then he undid it, and the material at her waist slid sideways somewhat, and Seth's hand moved down a little, tortuously slowly before he stopped completely.

Somewhere along the way her hands had found Seth's hair once more, and now they tightened there involuntarily, needing him to carry on, to do something. She ground her hips upwards once more, only then properly registering the fact that he'd actually spoken. "Yes," she managed to almost hiss, bringing her lips to his once more.

[Seth Wishart]

This was it - after all the holding back and waiting and flirting and teasing and almost-but-not-quites, they'd finally got to this point, and it was actually happening. He was glad he'd sobered up a little, because he didn't want any of this to be a hazy memory; he wanted to remember every wonderful, tortuous second of it. The clothing still between them was an almost painful restriction, especially when she rocked her hips up like that, but at the same time he wanted to feel her do it again.

His fingers, usually so dexterous playing the guitar, were made clumsy with anticipation, but finally he was pushing her skirt over her hips, his breath coming short and heavy as he gazed down at her. He shivered as her grip tightened in his hair, and gasped again as she moved against his hips and hands, kissing her back with urgent intensity. "Shit, Rose..." he muttered almost desperately, "I need..." he trailed off, unable even to finish the sentence and hoping he didn't need to; that she'd know what he needed. As he spoke, his hands left her momentarily, moving away from her just far enough that he could reach and undo his own belt, then paused to press his lips against hers again, pouring everything he wanted and needed into the kiss. His hands drifted back to her hips, this time finding the edge of her knickers.

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OOC - Time to fade out maybe?

[Rose Weasley]

FADE TO BLACK

Rose's hair was a complete mess, and she wasn't entirely sure that she knew whereabouts in the room all of her clothing had ended up. And yet she didn't quite care: heart still racing and slight sheen of sweat on her skin, she lay next to Seth Wishart. After weeks and months of whatever-they'd-been-doing, they'd done something concrete, and it had been bloody worth it. She tilted her head towards his on the pillow, trying to gauge his reaction, how he was feeling... had she been any good?

"Well," she said a little uselessly, rolling over to face him and unable to stop a smile spreading across her features, despite her best efforts not to come across as overly clingy or creepy or anything. "That's that then I suppose." Her eyes found his, and perhaps, if he'd been looking for it, Seth might have spotted the flash of insecurity that resided therein

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sorry it's tiny! <3

[Seth Wishart]

Her hair might have been a mess, but Seth didn't notice - as far as he was concerned, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen as she lay on the bed beside him. In the end his body had taken over and he hadn't been thinking about whether he was getting it right or not - it had all just happened. He'd tried to make it good for her though - had he succeeded? As his brain gradually descended from whatever cloud it had been on, he searched her face for clue, but was so anxious himself that he wasn't sure whether he was imagining the slight worry in her eyes... She was smiling though - that was a good thing, right...?

"Yeah..." he agreed vaguely, returning her smile, albeit worriedly. Propping himself up on his elbow, he placed a hand on her side almost hesitantly, feeling as if he wasn't quite sure this was real, that she really was naked beside him and he really could touch her like this, and that they really had just had sex that was better than anything he'd imagined with her...

"Was that... you know... was it ok for you?" he asked at last, not sure how best to word it. He wanted to tell her it had been incredible, but what if it hadn't been for her...?

[Rose Weasley]

The fact that Seth seemed almost as clueless as she was lessened some of the tense anxiety that was threatening to settle, at least on Rose's behalf. She blushed as he actually articulated the question that she'd really quite wanted the nerve to ask herself, "Yeah, um. Yeah," she laughed a little, relaxing somewhat as Seth (seemingly a little tentatively) put his hand on her waist. She reached her own hand up to his face, fingers tracing a pattern down the skin of his jawline. "It was- well, really good," she confessed, hoping to goodness that he thought about the same, and leant in to kiss him.

It was true, it had been very good. Better than - based on her only other experience, admittedly - she'd almost been expecting. But then again, she considered, it was Seth Wishart and she should have known better in the first place, especially after that afternoon in which They-Nearly-Had-But-Hadn't.

There was a beat of silence, and she heard the front door opening. Whoever it was seemed to be having difficulty getting in, and she suspected it was the first of their fellow revellers returning home, rather than an inept burglar. Raucous, cheerful voices came down the hall, and she caught Seth's eye, a little alarmed: they wouldn't come in would they? She stifled a giggle, slipping her arm around Seth's waist.