s n e a king around {Demetri}

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Yes, Safira was aware of the fact that it was after curfew. No, she was not concerned about heading into the dungeons when she ought to be in the Gryffindor Tower, or in bed. But she had made sure to attach her Prefect's badge to her blouse. Safira was in a sense still in her uniform, but it would be a violation on many levels. She had traded her stockings for nylons, her loafers for cute black pumps and she had done away with the sweater vest and tie. Safira had also pulled her hair into a care-free French braid.

Safira had spent a lot of time on her makeup, making it look nice, but had not put on too much. She had only put on a shiny, clear lip gloss with brown eyeliner and dark mascara. She paused by the door to the potions classroom, and in hopes she would find Demetri there, knocked twice and waited.

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Demetri looked up from his papers, his reading glasses perched upon his nose. He waited until he heard the second sharp rap before quickly striding towards the door. He pulled it open quickly, smiled sweetly at Safira and proceeded to usher her inside. He quickly shut and bolted the door behind him, using a charm as an extra precaution. Pulling off his robe, Demetri revealed his black slacks, dress shirt, and Slytherin green tie. He loosened the tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons of the shirt, rolling up his sleeves. Taking a deep breath, he took Safira's face in his hands and pulled her into a quick, passionate kiss. "You look gorgeous love." he whispered, placing his forehead against hers.

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"As are you exceedingly handsome," Safira replied in a gentle whisper. Demetri always did look stunningly attractive, she thought that even if he decided to sit around in sweat pants all day (as long as he showered) he would still make her heart melt. She rested her hands on the strong chest of his, she could faintly feel his heart beat under her fingers. Safira knew this was considered wrong, but she loved him, even if he was nine years older than her. There were plenty of couples that way. Maybe not sixteen and twenty-five, but things like twenty-four and thirty-three, or thirty-three and forty-one. Yes, it would be weird to know that when she turned twenty-one Demetri would be thirty, but that was far from her mind just then.

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Demetri smiled. He buried his face in Safira's golden hair and breathed deeply, taking in ever beautiful smell. He was incredibly in love with her, with this relationship. It was fast and furious, and incredibly satisfying. He only hoped that Safira knew that he just wanted her love, and was not out to violate her in anyway. He brought his face to hers and pulled her into a playful kiss. He chuckled heartily as he did so.

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Safira returned his kiss, she was rather traditional when it came to romantic relationships. She preferred her partner to initiate things. Of course, when it came to paying chivalry went both ways in her mind, it was the twenty-first century after all. Sure, many guys insisted on paying, but Safira didn't mind picking up the tab, after all, her family was monstrously rich, the interest on their Gringotts vault alone was more than what some people would make in ten years. Demetri was warm compared to the frigid dungeon air.

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Demetri continued the kiss as he pulled her along. He gently swept Safira up into his arms and carried her to his official living quarters. The area was just behind his desk. He shut the door with one swift kick to the bottom, sealing them in more privacy. He had several charms placed about the classroom, but he could never be too careful. He sat down in a cozy armchair, holding her close. He broke the kiss off, his hand finding its way to her cheek.

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Safira had certainly not been anticipating being lifted, but went along with it all the same, even if it made her somewhat anxious. She trusted Demetri, he didn't strike her as one of those creepy teachers that pretended to love students just to be able to rape them. Her conscience spoke up, telling her to be wary as they were in Demetri's bedroom, but she didn't care. Yes, Safira was a virgin, but she didn't consider it to be a valuable trait, but she would only sleep with someone she really cared about, and certainly not right away. Safira laid her head on Demetri's chest and allowed a peaceful sigh to escape her lips.

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Demetri smiled and sighed as well. He ran a hand through Safira's golden locks peacefully. In turn, her ran that same hand trough his own. He hoped he hadn't given Safira a scare, bringing her into his room like that. Scaring the poor girl into thinking she was going to be raped was not on his list of things to do. Ever. Demetri was a twenty five year old virgin, and he planned on staying that way until marriage. Unless a better offer came along, he would remain unswayed. If the time came that Safira wanted to... Demetri had to shake off that assumption. It felt too wrong at the moment.Baby steps. he thought dryly.

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Safira had to battle herself fiercely to get her conscience to shut up and leave her alone. Oh! The things she was risking just by being with Demetri like this! She could get striped from her prefect's position, lose her spot on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, which might ruin her chances at going professional. Or be violated, her conscience interjected rudely. Safira ignored it, Demetri wasn't like that. She refused to believe that he ever would be. She compensated for her internal affairs by placing her lips to Demetri's, in hopes their kissing would escalate to the same intensity as the one they had shared in their private alley in Hogsmeade.

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Demetri's conscience was battling with his brain at the moment. We are risking everything... his conscience began. But I don't give a damn! he interjected. That may be but... he began, but his thoughts were muddled by the presence of Safira's lips on his. He smirked through the gentle kiss, hoping for the intensity their kiss in the alley got them. He pulled her as close as he could, wrapping his arms around her. His wand, which was sitting next to him on a table, was instantly grasped and flicked at the door, bolting it shut, with magic of course. He set his wand down and jumped up a few notches, his tongue finding hers.

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Safira reached her hands to Demetri's somewhat shaggy hair. She loved his somewhat tousled tresses, but it was his strong figure and those eyes of his that made Safira want to melt. She was forced to rethink her kissing technique, as they were sitting this time instead of standing. But she would find something exciting to try. Her hands wandered a bit, tracing Demetri's neck, his broad shoulders, his chest. They finally found a resting place gently clasped behind her lover's neck. Safira allowed him to take the lead.

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Demetri had found a place for his hands. One was gently caressing Safira's face, the other running up and down her back. He intensified the kiss to the same accelerating speed that they had gotten to on their first go at the alley. His hand on her face found it's way down her back, to her butt, then rested on her upper thigh. He didn't do any wandering after that, allowing Safira to take the lead. His conscience was fighting with his instincts, trying to force him to stop, to no avail. Demetri was not going to stop until the time was right, and they no longer wanted to go farther.

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Safira had not been expecting Demetri's hand to come down to her thigh, but she welcomed it. She was in that phase they had been in at their alley, she wanted to go further and further, until it was too far to go back. Her brain briefly entertained thoughts of her and the potions professor in bed together... Safira mentally shoved them away, although she wanted to, she felt it to be a bit too soon in their relationship. She felt her heart racing as she stepped up her kissing to a higher level, letting Demetri know she was open for anything.

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Demetri's heart fluttered as she stepped it up. His thoughts played a fantasy. The bare skin, the thrills, the bed... He pushed the fantasy away, pressing his lips against hers more forcefully. Finally, his lips began travelling. He slowed down a bit, pressing his mouth gently against the nape of her neck, her jawline. His hand wrapped itself into her hair. The other remained on her thigh. His pulse quickened yet again.

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Safira never wanted this to stop, all the excitement, the sparks. She allowed Demetri to kiss wherever suited his fancy, feeling her heart give a little flutter each time his lips found her skin. Safira placed her hand atop the one of Demetri's that rested on her thigh. If her mother could see her now... Her rebellious streak had been sparked by the potions professor, she had always been defiant to family, but never more so than this. Safira leaned against him, the side of her breast against his chest, her breathing reflexing the very excitement pulsing within her.