"You're going--to--leave me--now?" she spoke in-between kisses, finding that her tongue was currently tied up in far better things. With him leaned back and her on her knees, Cecilia came up inches taller than Evan, and maybe it was the being in control like that that made her more insistent than she would have usually been. She knew that he had to go soon or there was going to be trouble, the musical had to be nearing its end by now and people would be filtering back into the common room, but---Merlin. It hit her just then that she suddenly knew what it felt like to be him. This was the first time she'd had to stay and wave goodbye as he walked away. It was a funny paradox, really.
Cecilia leaned her head down and dove towards his neck, nibbling playfully at the skin there while her fingers ran through blond locks, nails grazing lightly over his scalp. She sucked at the exposed flesh on Evan's neck, aiming to leave a mark--he was still hers after all this, and if she couldn't be with him for another month, then she was going to make sure that every other girl that crossed his path still knew it.
She came up again a minute or so later and paused for a second, unable to help the smile on her face as she looked at him. There was no way he could imagine how happy she was for him to be here, right now. "You're going to touch me like that and then run off?" she teased, her voice dropping low. She leaned forward to graze his lips with hers, a hint of contact, and let her eyes focus straight in on his. "You're such a tease, Rosier."
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