Who: Graciela Cervantes and Alex Smith
What: Psyke’s birthday party leads to fun :]
Where: Boat, then his flat
Rating: Errr hard R? idk lmao



Graciela felt very, very ugly.

Her dress was magnifico, her hair was swept up and straighter than it had ever been, and her feet hurt but her shoes were from...another country, she couldn't remember. Her entire ensemble, Psyke had told her cost a pretty knut, and was the latest fashion, but.

She felt very, very ugly.

Because the people around her all day, they were not nice people. Psyke---she had tried to be nice, in her very strange way. But the other people had the same look on their face, as if they were smelling something sujo whenever they had to work with her. Graciela had smiled along with Psyke all day, but with every new place they visited and every new person they met, Graciela was sure she was shrinking to about the size of an ant, and that she wouldn't be able to fit through the doorways.

She jumped when someone touched her elbow, and spun, trying not to look too startled.

It wasn't that he'd meant to be late, Alex had just sort of... Forgotten. He'd remembered it was his sister's birthday, remembered there was something he had had to do, but he just had gotten wrapped up in excitement at work. Lots and lots of it. Now, normally Alex looked depressed and miserable after a long day at the Prophet. He'd come home, he'd flop on the couch, and he'd question why it was he had wanted to be a reporter. When he was younger, he'd thought about playing Quidditch as a profession. Maybe he should have just followed that.

But today; today Alex was ecstatic. He remembered about the party when he came back and Kostos wasn't there, looked around for him, and then saw the outfit that he had picked out before work lying on the bed. He had gotten changed quickly, cursing all the while, barely glanced in the mirror to fix his hair before apparating just outside the boat. He pushed his way past several people all waiting to get onto the boat, thinking that if they didn't they would just die, and tried his best to ignore everyone getting angry at him for it. When he'd gotten in front of the line, some large man with his girlfriend had looked ready to beat him, and was thankful when Psyke's body guard (who had been the one letting people on the boat) gave him a hello and let him on through.

Beating up the birthday model's brother. Honestly, people these days!

He had pushed through people searching for Graciela and when he finally spotted her, he was almost well... in shock. She looked gorgeous. Not that she didn't always, of course, but she just didn't look as... homely as she often made herself appear. She looked... Well, like any other model here, as far as Alex was concerned. He had come up to her, placing his hand on her elbow, and smirked when she turned around looking a little... out of sorts.

"Hey. Sorry I'm late."

"Hi!" Ay, que bueno it was Alex, a familiar face, finally. Graciela hugged him quickly, probably a bit tighter than she should have in this dress but she really didn't care. Something heavy that had been resting on her shoulders was immediately lifted and Graciela was sure she was smiling for the first time today. She hadn't seen Alex since they returned from Portugal, and it was overwhelming how much she had missed him since then.

But, it was a very good feeling, too, and maybe Alex would just want to leave now. Yes, she should ask him to leave as soon as they found his sister and he could say happy birthday.

Alex looked different, she noticed; there was an excitement on his face that Graciela was sure had nothing to do with the party. She tugged on the front of his jacket, grinning shyly. He looked very nice, she hoped she looked okay, next to him, "You look happy."

Alex's mind jumped off of being overly excited about his own news when he noted just how... form-fitting the dress Gracie wore was. Of course he had to realize this when she hugged him tightly, thus causing him to hold on to her for far longer then he really should have. He kicked himself mentally when he pulled away, giving her a grin, and shrugging lightly at her statement. "I am happy." It was weird to say, really. Alex didn't like to assume he knew what happiness was, but if this wasn't it? Well, he'd be damned if he'd ever feel it. His job was looking up, he had the most amazing girlfriend he could ask for, and his sister and he were... well, getting along as a brother and sister could in his family.

"I've got a story," he blurted out without her having to ask. "A real one. They assigned me to find out more information about that explosion in Hogsmeade. It's not some flimsy interview, it's a real story, Gracie!" He'd wanted her to be the first to know - he hadn't run to Kostos, he hadn't gone to his parents, and he hadn't gone to Psyke. He'd wanted to tell her. He'd never wanted to share big things with a significant other first, so again, it was weird, but it was... A good weird.

A very good weird.

"And you... You look... Amazing," he said as he looked her over once more. "I don't even think that's an accurate enough word, but it's the closest I'll get probably."

Her eyes were the size of the very silly big cups they used at Madame Puddifoot's by the time Alex finished and she let out a happy sounding not-too-loud sort of shriek, jumping up a bit and patting his chest quickly. This was so exciting for Alex! He was always not excited about the articles he had to write, this was a very good change! Her hands went to his cheeks for a moment before kissing him. "I am so proud of you, Alex!"

Graciela blushed deeply at his compliments and his eyes; all day she had felt insignificant (THAT was the word!) and ugly, and now...it was gone, all of it, and she was so very glad that Alex liked how she looked. It was worth it, to have him think she looked, ay deus, amazing, which she would have argued if she hadn't become so flustered.

"Oh, thank--you, it---I wasn't sure if," she waved her hand toward a crowd of some models who were inhumanely tall and skinny. "I look---okay?" It was nerve wracking, revealing a bit of her current concerns.

Alex grinned, returning the kiss and wrinkling his nose when she pulled away. Okay, so full frontal snogging in public was probably not something that Graciela would be comfortable with, but ... but... STILL. He grinned at her excitement, glad to know that she was just as happy as he was, and that she didn't seem to be upset by the fact that she now knew just what s'agapo meant. OR! She was covering it up very nicely.

That would work too.

"You look more then just okay. You, my dear, are probably the best looking girl at this party," he said with a smile, leaning forward to kiss her again. "Scratch that. You are." Happy Alex officially becomes greater then moody Alex.

Her arms slid around his waist, and Graciela linked her fingers behind his back because right now, ay, right now she just--wanted to hold him and be happy with Alex and her heart was ready to jump out of her chest at how happy he'd just made her. Because he'd seen her without all this silly makeup and clothes and---he loved her, or so he'd been whispering in Greek. Graciela hadn't been able to stop thinking about that, no, it was all that was on her mind because...could you love someone after such a short time? Could you?

When she thought about it, she'd known many people for far longer than she had Alex and while she kept in contact with them, there was no comparing what she felt for them and what she felt for Alex. Ay, she was being crazy, wasn't she? Crazy, because---but Alex was doing the same thing, and maybe he was scared like she was, and that's why he was saying it in Greek. "Te quiero, I---"

Graciela blushed deeply and looked down for a moment before looking back up at in. "S'agapo, I love you, I---I do not---want to scare you or---or---but, you are---you make me so happy, Alex, and...and you--just---you."

Alex had felt overly content when she put her arms around him, his own going around her and pulling her close. He placed his forehead against hers for a moment, watching her, and letting himself smile lightly at just how perfect she was to him. He'd never felt this strongly for anyone, it was almost like it had been a love at first sight type scenario. Yet, he never said that in English. Ever. It was a bit more confirming, really, though he didn't know why.

So, when she was the first to say it out loud, so both of them could understand, he had frozen. He swallowed roughly, listening vaguely to her ramble about not wanting to scare him, and tried to fight off his urge to mutter excuses as to why he had to go. It was ridiculous for him to feel this way - he was muttering it in Greek, surely that had to be the same. He bit at his lip several times, pulling lightly away from her to rub his neck in thought.

"I... loveyoutoo, Gracie..." Yes, as one word, it still meant something. He coughed lightly, looking up to her, and then winced a bit when he noticed one or two of Psyke's friends pointing and giggling at what they had most likely just overheard. "Erm, do you... Want to leave? Because I just... I just have to um..." He looked around, trying to find his sister, and not seeing her anywhere. Well... Bugger that. "Nevermind, I can tell her later. So... um... Shall we?"

Graciela wasn't sure how she could feel so unbelievably excited and confused at the same time. He'd said it back, in English, which was amazing in its own right---someone that wasn't family, that wasn't just a friend, they loved her, Alex loved her, so that was---

---it was a good thing, yes? He said it, fast, and looked nervous and sim it was something to be nervous about, she had stuttered her way through it and had used, ay deus, three languages to finally get it out, but, Alex didn't exactly look--maybe she had just read too many silly books where there were fireworks and white horses and bobo things like that.

"Ay ah--yes, let's...leave, I have spent all day with your sister, she will...be okay." Graciela looked thoughtful for a second, then turned back to Alex. She figured it would just be better to act like it hadn't happened, yes? There was no need for a big parade (that she would have on her own, in a letter to her sister). "I can meet you--at the cafe? That--we had the very good chocolate, a week or two ago?"

Her nose scrunched slightly and with a smile she popped away and to the front of the cafe. She hadn't had anything to drink, but she still stumbled when she appeared because of her heels. Graciela winced greatly and leaned back against the cafe's wall, trying to look nonchalant, but was quite sure she'd hurt something. That was perfecto, no? Managing to walk around in shoes she was definitely not used to for as long as she had, and now that she was with the person she was trying to impress (and had, deus mio), she couldn't walk.

Graciela grinned at Alex when he appeared, noticing his appearance better under the streetlight. He looked very handsome, a bit more grown up than she'd ever seen him. Maybe it was the way he was holding himself, it may have changed now that he was writing real papers.

"You could have fit in well on the boat," she said shyly.

Alex had glanced around for his sister once more. He didn't want to leave without saying goodbye, but she seemed to just have disappeared. So, without any more hesitation, he disappeared as quickly as possible, popping up beside Graciela with a small smile. He wrinkled his nose at her comment, shaking his head and shoving his hands into his pockets, slouching slightly.

"Fit in with half the fakes there? I doubt it." He scrunched his face again at the thought. It was almost nauseating. Alex had done the popular thing, it hadn't set well with him, and models seemed like the popular clique of the adult world. Psyke may have been okay with all of it, but he liked to stay far, far away. "I haven't been part of a world like that in a while."

He walked a bit closer to her, leaning in and pulling his hand from his pocket to place it on the wall on one side of her. He placed a light kiss on her lips, before tilting his head gently. "So how was spending an entire day with Psyke Smith? Most girls would kill to be in your shoes."

"I am being killed in these shoes," Graciela said with a light laugh, eyes quickly flicking to his, his nose, his lips, some light freckles on his cheeks. Ay deus, she was very much in love with Alex, but she felt just like she had yesterday, or last week, or---or five minutes ago! She still wanted to hear all his stories and tell him her own, she still wanted to laugh at his jokes and of course kiss him and be close to him like he was so very close to her now.

She knew she was in love with him, because thoughts of things bad, they need a soft place to lie down sort of things, were crossing through her head and perdoname Deus, Graciela knew they should not be. Hm.

"Your sister is very nice, usually," Graciela admitted, even though sometimes Psyke said things that she thought were nice, but actually were not. Graciela squirmed slightly, remembering some of the 'advice' Psyke's 'friends' had given her, "But the people she is around are not. I am much happier right now."

"The people who are actually her friends aren't so bad... But, the ones who try to be for... publicities sake... I want to hex half of them into next Tuesday." He of course was muttering all of this while he had started to kiss her along her cheeks, jaw, and any other flesh he could get to. He couldn't help himself! She just looked so fucking good in the dress his sister had pulled out for her, and he'd definitely have to thank her for it later. On top of that, she smelled as great as usual, she felt as good as always, and it was just... very... very... good.

Yes, his thought process was a little off.

He pulled back after a moment, swallowing roughly and clearing his throat. "Sorry," he muttered, knowing that he my be going a little too forward - though she didn't seem to be pushing him away, which was good, but maybe she was too shocked or--

Stop. Thinking. That's what he ought to do.

Graciela's eyes narrowed for a moment then widened as she blushed deeply. He was apologizing for kissing her like that, and touching her like that, and being so close like that. It didn't seem right, and she kissed him before reacting to it because it simply made her heart pound faster that he was concerned about doing too much or making her uncomfortable. She was far from uncomfortable.

"You--you live around here," she started quietly, hands gripping the bottom of his shirt, not looking him in the eye but at his lips and madre mia. Graciela was trying to calm her breathing because she was going to be a bit...arrojado, bold, and that was something she'd never bothered to try to be before. She would have to blame Alex for being such a good beijador, "It--this would be better there, yes?"

Well, had he been expecting any reaction, it hadn't been that. He managed to choke on just air, his hand which had been on her waist this entire time tightening ever so lightly. He had to speak, but everytime he opened his mouth, nothing was coming out. Now was not a time to go speechless, Smith! Not a good time at bloody all!

"Yeah," he finally managed to spit out, leaning forward to kiss her right after. He pulled back again, nodding, but not letting go of her. "It... It probably would be better." He could take her right to his room, that way he would run into Kostos if he had decided to come home early - which Alex was doubting he would, though there wasn't a real reason. Better to be safe, though. "Um, we can... side-along, yeah?"

Without waiting for much of an agreement, the two disappeared with a loud *pop!* from outside the store and, in a few moments, were in Alex's room. Perfect. He still had his arms around her, of course, and once he was sure each one of them had every important part (he'd always been worried about splinching someone when he side-alonged) he started to kiss her again.

Because that's what was expected, man.

It had to be evidence to her lack of experience in this area that the first thing to pop into Graciela's mind was, ¡Estou en um hombre's apartamento! Some part of her wanted to take a look around because she'd never been in Alex's flat, but he was quickly kissing her again and all thoughts of taking a tour vanished. All Graciela really needed at the moment was Alex, and ay deus, this was such a good feeling.

Her whole suggestion of coming to his flat was, well, snogging was much better when sitting down, when lying down, sim? So it didn't take long for them to settle down on Alex's bed, first sitting up and then she was on her back with Alex quite pleasantly hovering over her and---was it bad, it had to be bad, that she didn't feel bad at all about any of this? The church, well, it teaches that you should feel guilty for taking pleasure in such activities, but the only specification that Graciela could recall was sex, so while she knew that she wasn't going to have sex tonight (and hopefully Alex knew that as well), she didn't mind the clothes he had taken off (ay, he had wonderful, wonderful shoulders and arms---), and she didn't mind that the back of her dress was unzipped because---

Ay, did she have to have another reason other than she was in love with Alex and liked the way he made her feel?

She knew there would be hesitation at this point, hell, she was feeling it too because---she didn't exactly have a bra on under this dress, it was just her, but--Graciela kissed him soundly and hopefully Alex understood that she was okay with it and---ay deus she'd have to owl her sister and ask her if a boy had ever made her do such crazy things so quickly, because this simply doesn't happen, not to girls like her, anyway.

The moment had sort of sped up without any of Alex's permission. Usually, he was fully in control of this sort of thing, and when he got this far it was because he'd meant to. But he didn't even snap back into reality of just what he was doing until he had pulled down her zipper, feeling her bare back, and let out the slightest of groans because of it. He had stopped for a moment, not sure whether or not it was alright for him to be running his hands over bare skin, but the kiss -- oy, even if she hadn't meant it as an okay, it restored his confidence as he began touching her again. So they'd gone from being just heavy snoggers to... This?

Maybe she wasn't going to wait until marriage.

He wouldn't get too ahead of himself though. Alex had been as far and even farther with a dozen girls before Graciela, but for some reason it felt like he hadn't touched anyone before as he sort of clumsily tried to maneuver around her dress and still kiss her all at once. His hands were shaking a bit, which didn't make any sense to him what-so-ever, and his usual confidence was faltering. His thinking was faltering. Autopilot was not as smooth as in control Alex at all. He had to look like a complete fool to her, she was going to laugh, she was going to stop kissing him and--

Pull yourself together! He seemed to be able to focus a bit more after a moment, his hands pulling gently and slowly at her dress in hopes of getting it down some without getting... well, slapped, or stopped, or yelled at, or basically getting any objection at all.

Graciela was beginning to realize that she didn't know when or where to stop. Should she tell him that she didn't want to have sex...which was quickly becoming a big lie that was only being pounded into her head about how sinful it was before marriage---Andrea, she was always going on about how all the fun things were sins, that it didn't make sense not to enjoy life and everything, which often made Santiago so mad that he stormed out of the room.

Sex, it had---it had been made out to be so scary, really scary and painful and just wrong, but Graciela wasn't feeling any of those things right now as, ay deus she was down to her knickers and she ducked her head out of slight embarrassment, because---well, no one had ever seen her like this before, and she was sure Alex had seen girls like this and maybe with a pretty dress on and her hair all done he thought she was beautiful, but this was literally the bare essentials and---

She blushed deeply and dared to look up at him again, a very shy smile on her face. Ay deus, ¿te gustas?

When Alex had said he wanted to leave the party, he hadn't expected... well, this. Sure, making out had been on his top list of priorities, but he had never thought that--well, okay, he'd thought about it, but he didn't think that she would've let him get her down to just her knickers. Ever. Or at least, not when they were only dating. But they were; they were just dating and not for very long either, but here she was pretty much... naked in his bed. The thought made him shiver lightly as well as making his heart rate increase to the point where he was sure it was going to beat right out of his chest. That could happen, right? It would sure be messy though...

Oy, stop thinking! It was the best advice he could give to himself. He stared at her for a moment longer, before leaning down to kiss her again. He moved his lips along her jaw line, over her neck, all the while muttering about how gorgeous she was to him. It was a bit confusing, of course; a mix of English and Greek (mostly Greek, really) all spilling out at once. "Agapi mou... Ise omorfi... Gorgeous... S'a.. S'aga... I love you."

If Alex thought that Graciela had planned on their night ending up like this, she might have to hex him in the morning. While they'd managed to find themselves at this point because she admittedly lost herself in the swirl of emotions of the night and being absolutely and completely swept off her feet by this man---she---well---there was never going to be a more perfect time than this, was there? Not before they had worries of family and friends, money and work, all the things that life threw at happy young people, and---did she really want to waste this moment by telling Alex to stop and roll over and go to sleep? No, this night didn't deserve that, Alex didn't deserve that...she didn't deserve that.

And with a slight grin as he whispered those words to her, and somehow knowing God would forgive her for doing things...a bit out of order, Graciela moved to kiss him soundly, before pulling back slightly and trying to keep her eyes from watering from the pure emotion she was feeling. There was happiness and fear, she was so excited and nervous at the same time, but in the end she really wanted this, emotionally and physically, and Graciela would swear that she'd never regret doing this with Alex; she was glad she'd fallen so hard for him and not some fool she knew would go break her heart an instant after.

"Faze amor a me---" her face was determined and she couldn't help but smile, "Make love to me? Is that the right--" Graciela blushed and kissed him quickly before she could get embarrassed and back out---not likely, but.

He'd gone from having his heart beat too fast to it almost not beating at all. He was trying to make sure he'd heard her correctly, pausing in his kisses (which had gone a fair ways down her chest, but who's paying attention to that?) and glancing up at her. He didn't know why he'd hesitated; with any other girl it would've been quick and he wouldn't have really cared. Alex never was one for moments or trying to keep them perfect. He was quite sure he'd ruined many a virgins romantic ideals about sex without really blinking an eye. But he didn't want to do that to Gracie - he couldn't. It was strange to him, but all he could think was that this had to be perfect. She had to know, right then, just about much he cared for her and how beautiful she really was. If he failed to do either, than he'd somehow fucked it up. Swallowing roughly, he nodded, not able to help smirking over the thought that he was about to sha--er, make love to her in his bed.

Okay, so he was feeling a little cocky. But who wouldn't feel that way when getting someone who clearly had large religious background into bed? Seriously.

He was as slow and careful removing her knickers as he had been with her dress - not because he was worried about getting slapped as he had been before, but now more so as not to be too overwhelming or fast. He had kissed over her stomach and thighs as he did so, wanting to not miss an inch of skin as he did so; he was cherishing her. Worshiping her body, almost. God, his old self would have laughed at the thought of it, but he felt like it was the only way to do this right. When he came up to kiss her again, it was soft, albeit passionate, and he was lacking anymore actually coherent thoughts, and most likely would be from that point forward.

Her sister, in detail that had made Graciela blush and hide under a blanket and probably wasn't really that bad, had explained her first time (after making Graciela swear up and down that she wouldn't tell a soul) and, well, it was really hard not to tense up when you had such stories in your head (there was blood? Por que--). Graciela had pressed her forehead to Alex's shoulder in fear that when it happened, she was going to start crying from the pain and then he would jump away and leave her and then--ay deus it would just be horrible and Alex would never want to see her again.

She let out a gasp and---of course it was going to hurt, but she'd been expecting an earth shattering pain and when that didn't happen, the wave of relief that washed through her caused Graciela to let out a sound she was quite sure she hadn't made in her entire life. Her head fell into the pillows though her hands were still firmly flat against his back and now they were moving, her leg instinctively wrapping around his.

Her mind was jumbled and for the life of her---she wanted him closer, and her eyes finally opened and she---another sound escaped her (uma gemido) when she saw his face and---

"Alex---I---ohhh, como possa---" She pulled herself closer and pressed her face into his neck, kissing him and before she knew what she was doing she had bit his shoulder and---how could any of this be bad?

It made no sense as to why he was shaking so badly when he'd fumbled out of his clothes, or when he'd gone to hold her and kiss her before hand. It really boggled him, honestly, but he was getting used to being like so when around Graciela. Things just felt so fresh, so new, and... Well, he couldn't help but feel a little egotistical boost (as he would normally) at knowing he was about to take her virginity. In love he may be, but he was still male. So, while Alex had been expecting her reaction, for some reason, he still froze at her gasp. He waited until she'd relaxed some, seemed to not be hurting as badly, if at all, before he continued to move, gripping the sheets a bit when he felt her legs go around his own.

He had managed to move his hand underneath them, placing on on her lower back to hold her even closer to him, his face buried in her hair, and his other hand still holding onto the sheet as he supported his weight on it. It felt, for lack of any better word, incredible, and he was trying to remember if anything - or anyone - had felt this good before. His mind somehow managed to come to the conclusion "No" and the realization (amongst everything else) made a rather audible, low groan escape from the back of his throat -- followed quickly by another when she bit into his shoulder.

Blimey.

Her... Her... derma... fuck, what was the English word? Skin! That was it! Her skin felt hot, or maybe his hands just were cold, but he didn't know how they could be when he felt like there was sweat starting to form on his back. Maybe it was his that was hot - he didn't really know anymore. "Kalos... Epipleon kalos..." He wasn't entirely sure how long he could last this way; his eyes shut tight, his breath far more fast paced then it had been moments before. It was... It was... hard - no pun intended what-so-ever.

His hands were hot, and it felt like every place he touched burnt and who knew that being burned could feel so good and---Graciela couldn't stop touching him, everywhere, her hands in his hair and on his back and up his sides and arms, just---everywhere.

A sua cabeça ia louco, there was not one rational thought in her head, not one---instead it was just a whirl of randomness that---Graciela couldn't ever find the words to properly explain. Alex la hacía se siente las cosas que ella nunca antes sentiría, and she didn't want it to stop but there was something building inside of her that---it was a literally mind-numbing feeling because there was just---sentía tan bueno---just him and her and the sudor and they were---not one, not one coherent---she would never be coherent again and---ella lo adoró tanto.

The mind-numbing feeling consumed her and her arms wrapped so tightly around Alex, trying to pull him as close as possible---closer, and---she would be embarrassed later by the loud moan she emitted as the feeling swept through her, pero diosito mio este homem é surpreenda e él la adoró--the side of her face pressed against his tightly and Graciela, well, she---it---ay.

If she was able to move up and out of this bed after this, it would be a miracle.