"Shh! Silence, or the professors are going to catch us!" Eugene whispers, barely containing his own giggles, which threatened to emerge from his throat.
Egads, he feels… Well, he feels his own age. In all of his seventeen years of life in this earth, he has never broken a rule. Not at school, not at home, and not at the behest of someone else. The adrenaline is, indeed, very pleasant to the overclocked brain and he now understands Max's fixation with his rebel without a cause schtick.
It is fun.
"Don't shush me!" Aurora defended, emphatically, controlling her register and keeping her voice low. "I'm being as quiet as I possibly can, but I still haven't learned how to float on air, Eugene."
The teen couple is out on a date tonight. It is a rare occurrence for them, since they were courting in secret. The boy still was not able to breach the subject with his parents on a tactful enough manner to assure himself of the best outcome possible, securing their acquiescence over their relationship.
For now, his letters home only talk about a blossoming interest on a classmate, how happy he is with the relationship and how he is fully committed to it. In turn, Zui agreed to act as a beard to his girlfriend, helping to dispel some of the ever-growing interest on the charismatic daughter of fallen gentry.
While not much in terms of results have been achieved, at least it had already been enough to have his mother stop sending him almanacs and society columns, hoping to pressure him enough to decide on a match. It is a step on a right direction.
The secrecy, however, meant that Aurora and Eugene could not court in the usual manner, on the hours and occasions that the school set aside for that purpose, as in to fulfil one of its core missions. So, the only time they have to spend together outside classes had to be stolen away.
Leveraging his intel as a prefect, the girl had him convinced to go out on a date at the gardens tonight. It is their most daring stunt so far.
"We're almost in the clear. Keep steady and try not to step so hard with those shoes on the stone." He advised, looking down on the heeled pair. "Why are you even wearing that?"
The schoolgirl tutted, pulling on the fabric of her skirt, feeling self-conscious about it. "I didn't have many pairs with me. It was either the ballroom shoes or the uniform ones, and I didn't want to wear second-hand for a date."
The prefect then felt guilty about putting his girlfriend on the spot. "I'm sorry, Aurora. They're beautiful."
Before she could respond, though, Eugene pulls her back to the wall, pushing his finger to her lips as he peeks around the corner. A strand of unkempt blond hair falls over his eyes and he shakes his head to try to rid himself of it, damning the fact that he forgot to apply paste to it before running out of the dorm to meet his girlfriend.
Absentmindedly, Aurora lifts her hand to lightly brush it out of the way and tuck it behind his ear, caressing the cheek with her thumb. He looks back at her, a smirk playing on his lips before pushing her back further into the wall.
"I thought we were going to the rose garden." The girl whispers breathlessly, his lean and masculine form comfortably caging her between himself and the stone wall.
"I changed my mind." He mumbles, his mouth inching closer to hers.
Just as they are about to collide in a soaring kiss, he dips his head to her neck, his breath tickling the sensitive skin there. Grazing his lips over hers, Aurora sighs, wishing for more contact. Her boyfriend does not concede, though. He is very content with simply teasing her.
The blond teen pushes his body further against hers, allowing the girl to feel the exciting contrast of his warmth with the wall's pervasive coolness. One of his fine, aristocratic hands is against the wall and level with her head, keeping her from moving. The other is slipping lower into her back, down through her back, her waist and beyond.
"Eugene." She whispers, needing more of him.
He smiles, quite happy with himself and his ability to have her come undone. As he is about to give in, though, they hear footsteps coming down the corridor. A reflection in the window shows Professor Dalca making her rounds. Right on time, according to the rotation sheet that they gave the prefects on the beginning of the week.
With both of their eyes now alert with fear and adrenaline, Eugene grabs her arm and pulls her away as fast as he can before running into the nearest broom cupboard and quietly shutting the door, locking it for good measure as well.
The utility space was not large, not comfortable and not clean. It is just enough for Eugene, the tallest of them, to lay on his back on the floor. It was quiet and dark, though.
"This is even bet…" Aurora begins to say, before being cut off by Eugene's lips firmly pressing against her own for the first time that evening.
His tongue glides over her lower lip and his needy hands roam her thighs and torso, wanting to touch every inch of you that he possibly can. The girl melts into him and his ministrations, finally receiving the physical connection that she had been craving for days.
However, just as quickly as she had received it, he takes it away again.
"You were saying?" He asks, abruptly pulling away.
His uncharacteristic teasing mood is making her pout from the loss of touch.
"Nothing of importance." She says, pulling him eagerly back against her.
They never make to the rose garden that evening. Nevertheless, neither of them would say that they did not have fun in that closet.
