At dawn the next day Lyla woke Charlie up by taking his penis into her mouth and sucking gently. When he didn't wake up right away she moved her mouth all the way down the shaft and up again then flicked the sensitive spot on the underside of the tip with the tip of her tongue. He woke up slowly and pulled the blankets down so he could see her. She looked up at him, her eyes twinkling with a silent smile. The combination of her wet tongue on his penis and those eyes looking at him made him fully erect and he reached down, picked her up and laid her down on her stomach perpendicular to his body. He turned and got on his knees behind her then pulled her up by her hips onto her knees in front of him. After forcefully grabbing her ass cheeks and looking down at her face, turned to face him he thrust himself into her again. Charlie held her close to him by holding onto her thighs; he was gripping her muscular leg so hard that she felt purple bruises erupt underneath his finger tips. She groaned into the sheets and balled them up into her hands while his sweaty body slapped against her backside and his penis rammed against the walls of her dripping vagina. At this angle, the curve in his penis was perfectly aligned to rub against her G-spot and she came much faster this time. She gasped and screamed into the mattress, reaching her hand back to grab his wrist and interlace her fingers in his. Despite his force and speed Charlie concentrated hard enough to keep going. Lyla had become dead weight when her body collapsed with exhaustion but Charlie continued to hold her up to his body and thrust in and out of her. She pushed her damp hair out of her face when she felt the pleasure start to build in her again. Charlie smiled when he felt her tightening around him again and slowed his rhythm down giving her a chance to build into a climax again.
When he saw her hands expand and contract on the sheets, her knuckles white, and she began screaming, "Oh yes! Oh yes!" over and over again he sped up and released himself into her. Both their organs were pulsating violently causing them both to shiver and jerk until their orgasms came to an end. After Charlie pulled out of her, Lyla collapsed fully onto the bed, the front half of her body hanging over the side while Charlie fell backwards back onto his pillow. He lifted her legs to drape them across his body and squeezed her feet soothingly.
"Good morning" he said
"Good morning" she replied, the smile on her face coming across in her voice.
He slapped her on the ass playfully and she spun herself around, back onto the bed, to lay next to him. "How about a caffeine boost at Madame Puddyfoot's this morning?"
"Sure" she said playfully, flipping her hair to the other side.
After a few minutes of silence in which Lyla's eyes had begun to close again Charlie started rubbing her arm with his hand. She opened her eyes slightly and smiled at him. "So" he began apprehensively, "about last night..."
"Yeahhh" she said excitedly, moving her body closer to him.
"Has no one ever..." he cleared his throat "everrrr taken care of you before?"
Lyla's face flushed and she pulled the sheets up to her face. "I don't know" she said finally. "I mean I do know that, no I've never...gotten that before. But I think it's just that I've never been with someone who would...do that for...me."
"Well," he said, smiling elfishly at her, "I'm glad I could be your first something."
She laughed and rolled onto her back, "Well clearly I'm not your first something" she looked up at the canopy and sighed watching the room get brighter as the sun slowly rose. "Who's your teacher?"
Charlie's eyes darted away from her, "Come on now, Lye, we're not about to compare lists."
"Fine" she huffed. She started chewing the inside of her cheek and tapping her finger on her hand while they rested on top of one another on her stomach. "...It's Meg, isn't it" she blurted finally.
Charlie rolled on top of her and stared her right in the face. "You really wanna know?"
She hesitated, pulling her face away from his so he was in focus and nodded. "I want to know what I'm up against with her."
"You're not 'up against' anything with her" he scoffed, rolling his eyes and rolling off her. "No one on my list could possibly unseat you as my number one."
"So, there's more than one person on your list?" she asked, trying to be nonchalant and running her fingers across his chest.
"Yeah" he said defensively, "You and I both know it's probably shorter than your list."
"So yes, Meg?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Yes, Meg." he replied, "You happy now?"
"Yes" she said curtly, "Thank you."
"What about you and Jack?" he asked
Lyla laughed and then covered her mouth. "You're joking right?"
"No, I'm serious. He's really close to you and-"
"Jack is homosexual!" Lyla shrieked through fits of laughter.
Charlie blushed and then tackled Lyla, playfully nipping at her exposed skin. He stuck his face between her breasts and shook his head back and forth, causing her to continue her laughter. When she stopped laughing he softly kissed her on the lips then got up to get dressed. While he was pulling on his boxers she crossed to the bathroom and closed the door. After peeing she quickly jumped in the shower to clean the stickiness off her inner thighs.
"Oh good idea!" Charlie called to her from the doorway, letting his pants fall to the floor again and stepping into the shower behind her. She rested her back against the wall across from him and closed her eyes, letting warm steam fill her lungs. Charlie rubbed his body down in silence, giving Lyla space to let the water cascade over her. She drowsily ran her fingers through her hair then opened her eyes to look at Charlie and smiled. "Love you, Lyla" he said matter of factly as he wiped the water from his face and hair sending the tin droplets spurting in different directions.
"I know" she said coyly and turned off the water. He waited patiently for her to speak again but she simply smirked and exited the shower, wrapping a towel around her body. p
He stepped out after her, shrugging his shoulders, "That's fine, I heard you say it last night anyway." He snapped the bathroom door shut behind him and Lyla blushed happily.
Lyla dried her hair naturally, letting the soft, thick waves take form. She pinched her cheeks gently before exiting the bathroom and rejoining a now fully clothed Charlie. Lyla pulled on a pair of dark wash jeans, snapped her bra on and slipped her arms through a crewneck sweatshirt and stuck her head in as well. The threads in the sweatshirt changed color as a reaction to her mood but the brilliance in its design was that it didn't have a standardized key for the meanings of colors but were singular to each wearer, much like the smell of a love potion varies between those smelling it. So, when the sweatshirt rested comfortably on her skin, Lyla knew that the light, moss green meant that she was happy, no - more than happy, content.
Charlie looked at her in the soft green sweatshirt, contrasted against her skin and brightening her deep green eyes. "Ready to go?" he asked, rubbing her back
"Mhmmm" she said, nodding and slinging her bag over her shoulder. Before it comfortably rested on her Charlie had snatched it off again and put it on his shoulder instead. On their way out Charlie ducked into another room in the guest tower and came out with another bag. "Whose is that?" Lyla asked.
"Mine" he said "I was going to be just down the hall. I much preferred the alternative sleeping arrangements though." Charlie pinched the seat of her pants and she jumped then hit him in the chest playfully squealing.
They walked slowly together, looking at the new light soaking into the dark stone of the castle walls. "What are you thinking about?" Lyla asked Charlie, slipping her hand into his.
"Just about how long ago it felt like we were here" he sighed, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb.
"Yeah" she agreed. "Do you think that we've changed that much since then?"
"Well," Charlie chuckled and flexed his muscles, "I know I have." He looked at her longingly. "What's wrong."
"I love you too, Charlie" she said in response. "I'm sorry I didn't say it before."
"It's okay" he said reassuringly, "We're both still changing. Besides, you didn't have to say it for me to know."
They trekked across the grounds in the chilly early morning air and made their way to Hogsmead. The air in Madame Puddyfoot's warmed their faces from the brisk fall air and they sat at a table close to the window. Lyla ordered a cafe au lait and a lemon sage scone for breakfast and Charlie ordered a latte with a double shot and a buttered croissant. ''
"So, tell me about work" Charlie said as he sat back in his chair.
"It's good" Lyla replied, "Before I came here we had a debriefing for the Ministry." she pulled her hair away from her face and rested her hand on the back of her head. "I don't know, Charlie. Something is wrong. Ever since the World Cup things have been off and no one is listening to us."
"You never mentioned it before" he said concernedly.
"I didn't think it would do well in a letter. You know Dolores Umbridge?"
"Yeah I've heard of her"
"It feels like she's keeping Fudge in complete denial, feeding his ego by creating this illusion of what a great job he's doing. They started these meetings, supposedly, so that they could have their ear to the floor and prevent something like that happening again. But...something is wrong. The spirits that I visit keep telling me He-" she cut off when Madame Puddyfoot brought their breakfasts over on a tray and placed each dish down in front of them.
"Thank you" Charlie said, smiling at the shop owner. When she disappear into the back of her shop again, Charlie took a sip of his coffee and nodded his head for Lyla to continue.
She lowered her voice despite the fact that they were the only two in the shop. "They keep telling me He Who Must Not Be Named is back." Charlie's face darkened, "And it's not just me" she continued, "The unicorns and the centaurs are acting strange too."
After being silent for a long time Charlie spoke. "The dragons have stopped breeding" he said, rubbing his face, "Those eggs yesterday were the first we've had in a long time."
She reached her hand out to his, "That's why you were all so upset when Krum caused her to trample all over them."
He nodded. "They don't breed often as it is and each breed has it's season but the females have been spurning the males using whatever measures they can to keep them away, even long term mates. We don't know what it means."
"The unicorn caretakers don't know what their shift in migration mean either. They can't speak unicorn like you can't speak dragon." she leaned closer to him, "But the centaur liaisons have heard the words just like I have. I've never been so scared before, we never lived in a time like this."
"It feels like a shoe has dropped but we don't know where the other one is going to hit." he grasped her hand and watched her drink her coffee in silence. "I wish I could take you with me to Romania. Don't they have a spirit division through the Romanian Embassy?"
Lyla laughed and turned away from him, looking out the window, "Yeah, they do but, Charlie, I just got this job and these problems are around England right now. I would be desk bound in Romania."
"That's not you" he sighed in defeat.
"Nope, I love my job. One day you'll get old and tired out and come back home." she teased, winking at him.
"Comes with the territory!" he shrugged "You know, I'm gunna talk to my dad about everything going on, I'm sure he has an idea but he can talk to your uncle and Remus and Kingsley. If the Minister isn't going to do something surely they can keep their eyes open."
It took them a long time to finish their breakfasts despite the small cups of coffee and their single pastries. They took small bites and kept stopping to talk, dreading the time they had to stand up and go back to their separate lives. They finally did and, after stepping out of Madame Puddyfoot's, they kissed passionately and said goodbye.
