Just A Drink (Safira)

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Safira was slightly shocked by the firmer hold on her bottom, but did not want to pull away, and decided that she wasn't offended by it. Just caught off guard, that was all. Safira too used her tongue, her hands slowly made their way to Demetri's face. There was just a slight bit of stubble along his jawline, the texture of it made Safira only more attracted to her forbidden love. She liked her men somewhat scruffy, but not gross, and able to clean up as well. Safira wasn't sure what came next, but she would without a doubt welcome it.

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Demetri welcomed every touch by Safira openly. The feel of her lips on his, her hands on his face, it thrilled him. And to know that she was his, was the most exhilarating thing of all. He didn't move around much, which was probably boring to his love. But, then again, if she was bored, she wasn't showing it. He was both amazed and impressed by her fluid movements. It was almost as if she was born to be graceful and beautiful. As Safira ran her hands down his jaw, he got chills. Not because of the weather, but because he absolutely adored that feeling. Obviously, Safira didn't mind the stubble too much, because she would go back their every so often.

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Safira slowed a bit, but did not remove her lips from Demetri's. Hopefully he would take this as a hint that she was willing to take anything any tricks that he might still have up his sleeve. She was far from being bored with this session, but Safira did not want to dictate it entirely. She wanted Demetri to enjoy himself too, let his hands wander, share in on the thrill that was pulsing through her veins.

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Demetri decided to do one, last, playful teasing tactic. He position his hands, one on the small of Safira's back, the other behind her head. He tipped her back slightly, holding her tight to him. He grinned through the kiss as he turned the steam down, making it a more gentle, but still almost as equally passionate kiss. He wondered if Safira's reaction would be the same if it was gentle and slow, and not extraordinary fast. Not that I don't like it that fast... his mind interjected, in almost a purr. He had to grin at that.

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Safira did not mind the sudden change in pace, it might be a little less embarrassing if someone walked in on them anyways. Demetri had depth to him, he could be wild and sexy, or he could tone it down and be gentle and loving. Safira appreciated that in a person, as she had more than one dimension to her as well, she wanted someone who could relate to her in that sense, it was comforting to her.

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Demetri slowly broke the kiss and returned Safira to a more upright position. He started to say something, but his tongue twisted. He blushed, releasing her and running and hand through his hair. His brain was going crazy, arguing with his conscience, so a logical thing refused to be uttered. Demetri was happy with his choice, proud of his decision, but at the same time, he knew the danger they both were in. There were so many things that could go wrong with their relationship, but he knew strongly that he didn't care.

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Safira giggled a bit at Demetri's failed attempt at forming words, it was sort of cute in her mind, as if he were an awkward teenager, rather than a suave adult. She slipped her hand into Demetri's, not saying anything, not wanting her words to mar this almost too perfect moment. Safira smiled and leaned against the wall next to the potions professor, her heart slowly returning to its normal pace.

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Demetri blushed a bit at Safira's giggling. He leaned against the wall, shoulder to shoulder with his forbidden love. He smiled softly, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He sighed gently, letting his pulse return to normal. He didn't need to say anything at the moment, for this was perfect enough. He finally opened his eyes and pulled Safira into a warm embrace.

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Safira allowed Demetri to hold her, she breathed in deeply. He always smelled good, it must be his cologne. School was nearly over, and Safira wasn't sure what she was going to do about seeing Demetri over the summer, but it had to be easier to sneak away from her mother than the population of Hogwarts, seeing as all Pansy did these days was mope around the master bedroom, doing unnecessary organizing and sobbing dramatically if she happened upon a picture of Draco.

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Demetri was silent. If he could stay here all day with her, he would. However, the hours were ticking by before they would have to return to Hogwarts. Demetri looked up into the sky. It had to be about 2, 2:30, they still had two hours, give or take. They really couldn't really go anywhere, because of all the Hogwarts students running around. He didn't mind.

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"I can't quite put my finger on it," Safira began. "But there's something about you. You're different, I trust you more than I trust anyone. It's hard to explain," She had not even been thinking about what she way going to say to fill the silence that was slowly turning awkward. She took in a breath and continued. "I never thought what we have could be real, but it is." Safira finished.

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Demetri smiled and place a small kiss on Safira's cheek. He didn't need to elaborate. He felt the exact same way, and she knew it. Demetri was stunned at first, not believing that the whole thing was really happening, but it was. He smiled inwardly. An hour ago, he had been a single, dowdy potions professor. The head of Slytherin, sitting at a booth, talking to the girl of his dreams, who happened to be one of his students. Now... well, now everything had changed.

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Safira laid her head against Demetri's shoulder, breathing in his unique smell. It was comforting to her, as if she had grown up smelling it her entire life, but she had only just met Demetri this term. She couldn't help but give a small smile as she lightly closed her eyes. No where in her memories had she ever experienced a moment that was so dangerous to her reputation, but felt so right at the same time.