Just A Drink (Safira)

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Demetri intesified the kiss, feeling as if Safira wished it. He closed what little space had remained between them. Placing his hand on the wall behind her, he grinned through the passionate kiss. As before, he stayed at that intensity. Demetri planned on staying there, until his lovely lady gave some sort of sign that he was allowed to go farther.

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Safira stepped up her kissing as well, she would wait and see how far this went, it was thrilling and she never wanted it to stop. She was no stranger to making out, as she had had her fair share of boyfriends, mostly because she was too nice to turn any of them down when they asked her out. It was also usually the boys that broke up with her, except with Gerald, he had been a jerk. Safira thought nothing of them, just this strong, passionate kiss between Demetri and herself. She never wanted it to end, she wouldn't even care if he started feeling her up, although something told her he wasn't that type.

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Demetri was slightly surprised by this sudden elevation, but he only showed his eagerness. He kissed back hungrily. This was exhilarating, intense, and beautiful. He replaced his hands, fitting one on the back of her neck. The other found its way to to small of her back. Demetri pulled her awaybfrom the wall, pulling her as close as possible.

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Safira had assumed correctly, Demetri was a bit classier than touching places, half of the boys she had gone out with went straight for her breasts during their first kiss, and that was usually when their relationship faltered. But it was different with the potions professor, in a sense, she almost wanted him to. Safira wanted their relationship to go wildly fast, it was the most excitement she had ever had in her life. Her tongue found his as she stepped up the passion of their kissing ever higher, if that were even possible.

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Demetri was yet again surprised. As her tongue twirled around his, his hands began wandering. Cupping her neck, gripping her hair. He avoided some of the more arousing places. He wasn't sure how far he wanted to go just yet. His pulse quickened as the kiss heated up. Finally, he went for it. His hand hovered above her rear, before he rested it there gently. He desperately that he wasn't going to far.

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Safira was mildly surprised by, but not offended by, Demetri placing his hand on her butt, she didn't care in the slightest. Very carefully, but without looking at what she was doing as her eyes were closed, Safira put her leg around Demetri's in a delicate, but still amorous manner, as her skirt was somewhat short, and she didn't want to go that far just yet. After a few more moments, Safira gently pulled out of the kiss, hovering just a few centimetres away from her passionate lover. "Wow," she gently whispered, wanting to go at his lips again, but thinking she ought to pause for a little bit.

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Demetri's heart raced ever so much faster as Safira's leg slid around his body. As she pulled away, he kept her close to him. Demetri chuckled at her response. "Didn't think your potions professor was so... suave, did you?" he replied jokingly. After such intensity, his blood was boiling. He was eager for more, but he would allow Safira to move first. He felt he had done enough leading for the time being.

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"Perhaps not," said Safira. "After all, who would suspect you of all people?" She had to work hard to resist the temptation to throw herself at Demetri again, a little bit of teasing never hurt. Safira knew that it would drive him mad, but it was all part of the fun. She knew how guys worked, being just out of reach made you all the more attractive, just as long as you weren't a lifetime away. Although she wanted to kiss him again, let him touch her, perhaps do more, Safira wanted to just tease a tiny bit, so it would be all the more satisfying for the both of them when she allowed herself to cave.

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Demetri smirked. He knew the game. Many a pretty lady had teased him before, but normally, he didn't kiss them like this. He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger gently. "Well, there's one thing I don't get." he replied slowly, teasing. He knew the way women worked as well, and a little flirtatious teasing was the way to go. Women were just like men in the regard. As long as it didn't get to raunchy in the teasing, men were golden. "Where did you learn to kiss like that.? It's quite extraordinary." he teased, placing a playful kiss on her lips.

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"Experience," Safira responded simply, then held back a bit of a chuckle, as most of the lip gloss she had been wearing was now on Demetri's lips. It didn't do much for his smooth demeanour. She used her fingertip to wipe it away, small smile on her lips as she did so. Safira had had her first real kiss at thirteen, but the one that was closest to what she and Demetri had shared was, well... Never. "I didn't think you'd appreciate walking around wearing my lipstick," Safira said, explaining her actions.

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A small smile played on Demetri's lips as she traced a finger around them. He nodded compassionately as she explained. "Aw, is pink really not my color?" he teased, leaning forward and placing another kiss on her lips. He pulled away after a moment and smiled. He was rather enjoying this little teasing session. It was almost as satisfying as the kiss itself. Almost. He wanted to just continue, but a little more teasing was just what the doctor ordered.

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"No, I think your skin tone is more suited to a mocha," Safira said a bit sarcastically after their small kiss broke. She had never had a relationship like this before, it was amazing. Safira did usually opt to go out with boys older than her, but by going a long shot beyond the point of controversy, it was forbidden, thrilling, and sexy. Not only that, but she genuinely liked Demetri for who he was, not just the excitement he gave her.

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Demetri laughed. "Good one." He teased back. Safira was something. Beautiful, inside and out. Something about her was so alluring, and not the fact her golden hair and brown eyes drove him mad. Maybe it was her Quidditch skills, or her brains, or just her overall attitude. Demetri didn't feel like dwelling on something he already knew. He found her attractive. She did too. He was hers, she his. And that woulnd't change, so long as he stayed focused.

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Unusual for her, Safira initiated another kiss, wanting it to be just like the last one, full of passion (and although she hated the word in that sense immensely), hot. As she never had removed her leg from around Demetri's, Safira slowly pulled it up higher along his, but not high enough to show off what was under her skirt, although it was dangerously close. Safira felt her heart pounding violently against her ribcage, but she didn't care, all she wanted was to be with Demetri, love him, kiss him passionately.

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Demetri made a muffled tone of surprise as she kissed him once more. He ignored the moment of surprise and curled his arm around her leg, holding it around him. Without really noticing it, he had been back up against the wall. It was him that was at her mercy now. He wouldn't ave it any other way. His tongue curled around hers, and his hand remained on her rear. His grip became a bit more firm, but he wasn't per say, groping her. That just seemed too extreme.