A/N: WARNING: SMUT. If you didn't notice that the rating just bumped up to M, I'm letting you know it has. Enjoy.
There was only a week left before the ball, and though it was presumably a tad late to ask someone to it, Skye needed to try again anyway. She and Jemma had been dancing around each other again and it was getting awkward and the brunette had been starting to miss her. Especially when Headmaster Coulson had pulled her aside after dinner the day after the Yule Ball announcement was made and said that Champions were required to attend. Why she had waited so long to tell her girlfriend she didn't know.
Most of her bitterness about Bobbi had faded away as panic began to set in. She was required to dance (which she hated) and the last she and Jemma had talked about it, they weren't going. Skye sure as hell wasn't going to go and dance by herself without a date. Bobbi would enjoy that too much, and Jemma had wanted to go in the first place anyway. Maybe she was nervous that Jemma wouldn't want to go anymore because of how she had acted back in the attic so many weeks before. It was speculation like that that got her in trouble in the first place.
Skye had finally swallowed what was left of her jealousy and pride and was resolved to re-ask Jemma to the dance. For this reason, she had found herself walking all the way across the castle towards Ravenclaw tower. Her face was flushed slightly and she was getting some odd stares from students walking by, but being in full on dress robes during the middle of a Sunday for no particular reason might warrant some stares. She had to play this right, be cute and romantic, which wasn't her strong suit really. She had been to Hogsmeade by herself the day before and marched into Honeydukes. She had bought every single chocolate frog on the shelf, which had been a lot, and her stomach churned with remembrance. Fifty-seven chocolate frogs she had bought. Thank goodness she had only needed to eat thirty-two of them before she found a card that she was pretty sure Jemma didn't have. It was tucked away in her pocket, along with a note.
The many flights of stairs up the tower were daunting, especially with so much chocolate in her stomach. She had needed to stop midway up, to slow down, and keep herself from losing them all again. Skye was glad that her blush probably covered the sickly green she felt, but she needed to push through it.
At last, at the top of the stairs, she took out the note from her pocket and read over it one more time.
Jems,
I know you taught me a lot of riddles to get into the tower, but you know that I get them all jumbled up. I want to apologize so please meet me outside the Ravenclaw door.
PS-I have a surprise for you.
-Love, Skye
So it was a little dorky, but she couldn't help it. Skye folded the paper up and looked around to make sure no one was coming. Once the stairwell was clear, she took out her wand and concentrated very hard, pointing it at the paper. She mumbled a few words she remembered from Transfiguration class and suddenly the little note was turning into an adorable little white mouse.
"Alright little guy, go find Jemma," Skye set the mouse down on the floor and as a Ravenclaw opened the door to come out, the tiny little creature jumped in and scurried about on its mission. The brunette sighed then and leaned back against the wall to wait. Hopefully the mouse wouldn't get eaten by any cats on its way or stop for some cheese.
Jemma blinked a few times and rubbed at her dry eyes. She'd been studying the entire morning for a big test coming up before everyone went home for Christmas and she hadn't remembered to take a break. It was time she get up and do something, anything, to stretch her legs. She closed the textbook she'd been reading from and stood from one of the many desks in the Ravenclaw common room. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, though. Normally she would have just found Skye, but they were going through another weird cold spot.
Before she even made it a few steps from the desk, she stumbled a few feet and nearly fell on her face. She'd just seen something scurry across the floor and had been trying to avoid stepping on it. A lot of people in her house wouldn't have minded accidentally killing a mouse or pest of some kind, but Jemma didn't really like killing anything.
She looked back down at her feet to make sure she hadn't actually stepped on the tiny creature, but instead of a mouse she was surprised to see a piece of parchment lying on the floor. It was a note from Skye, one that made her smile when she bent over to pick it up and read it. Of course she wouldn't have remembered any answers to the riddles Jemma had tried teaching her. Maybe this was a sign that they could go back to normal. That thought made her grin even wider. She stuffed the note into her pocket and swiftly walked over to the entrance to the common room.
Jemma threw open the door and blushed almost immediately. Skye was standing right there, well, leaning against the wall right there, in her dress robes. Her cloak was hanging over her arm and her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail that somehow still worked with the formal clothing. Jemma slipped out of the door and closed it behind her, not being able to stop the quick once-over she gave the brunette. It was odd to see Skye all dressed up, but it would be a complete lie to say she didn't thoroughly enjoy it. Upon her arrival, Skye stood up straight and tried to compose herself, and it made Jemma want to laugh. She'd never seen her like this before.
Skye's blush quickly darkened and she had to clear her throat to keep herself together. She quickly turned around, only for a moment, hoping that the blush would go away as she set the overcoat over the railing. She was still red when she turned back around, but she tried to ignore it. She didn't miss how pleased Jemma seemed to look upon seeing her attire.
"Hey," The Slytherin girl finally managed, her eyes on the floor, before they moved up to meet Jemma's. "I'm glad that trick worked," She smiled slightly and took a few more awkward steps to close the distance between them.
"I've got you something," She reached into her pants pocket and pulled out the card from the chocolate frog. "I'm pretty sure you don't have this one...I had to eat over thirty frogs to find it so maybe don't hug me too tightly unless you want to see them all back in the real world."
A laugh escaped Jemma's throat at Skye's words and the image in her head of her trying to eat all that chocolate.
"Thank you." She giggled, taking the card Skye so eagerly offered her. An anxious look covered her features, she was clearly worried that Jemma may actually already have the card. Even if she did have it, she planned on throwing the old one out and letting Skye think she'd found a new one. When she looked down and read the name, she was surprised and also excited. "Miranda Goshawk," She read, "Author of The Standard Book of Spells series, the set of textbooks used at Hogwarts." She smiled and moved the card side to side a little, watching the picture move. It was, in fact, a card she didn't have yet.
"This is so sweet of you." She said, giving Skye that gentle hug she'd asked for. When she pulled away, she couldn't help but laugh again at the sick expression on Skye's face. "Maybe a little too sweet." She joked, referring to the large amount of chocolate her girlfriend had consumed.
"Oh, ha, ha, so funny," Skye grinned wide though, despite the pun and how sick she actually did feel. Thirty-two chocolate frogs for breakfast had probably been a terrible idea, but she couldn't just leave them to jump around and melt all in the attic floor. She had taken one for the team...or rather, thirty-two for the team.
"I'm glad you like it," The brunette finally said, still smiling, before she sighed and gently took up one of Jemma's hands into her own. "I know I was a total green monster the other week, and I'm sorry. I acted like a jerk...but if you could manage to forgive me, do you think you'd still like to go to the ball?"
Skye blushed again and shifted her weight awkwardly, "I'm sort of required to go, as a champion. I have to start the first dance off with my date and it would be sort of lonely and boring if I didn't have a date. I mean that's not why I'm asking, its only part of the reason really, but yeah...w-would you like to still go? With me?"
Jemma's heart melted a little bit because of Skye's adorable, romantic way of asking her to the ball, and she definitely would have hugged her tightly if she wasn't afraid of getting thrown up on.
"Really?" Jemma's voice was probably about an octave higher than what was socially acceptable. "I would love to." She finally put Skye out of her misery with a yes. She used the hand Skye had been holding hers with to pull her girlfriend in closer, and she stood on her toes to give Skye a quick kiss. She hadn't been lying, the chocolate taste was definitely still there.
Skye had a wide smile on her face and if she didn't feel so ill, she would have definitely gone in for more kisses. As it was though, she settled for the one, but moved her arms around to hold the girl anyway. "So I know you were probably studying...but I've got twenty-five chocolate frogs left for you to go through, because I don't think I'll be eating anymore of them anytime soon. Want to take a break? I need to get out of these anyway...before I mess them up. Pretty sure mom would kill me if she had to buy new ones."
"Oh my gosh! That's right!" Skye's comment reminded Jemma of clothes, and she definitely didn't have a nice enough dress on hand. "I have to send an owl to my mum!" She exclaimed, ignoring Skye's completely amused expression. If she didn't let her mother know she was going soon, there wouldn't be enough time to get a dress and she wouldn't have anything to go in.
"Okay, okay. Lets go to the owlry, and then you can come eat chocolate frogs," Skye smiled and nodded towards the staircase. She gently nudged Jemma along so that she could go write her little letter. It would be a shame if she didn't have anything to go in after Skye waited so long to ask her to go again. She wouldn't have anyone to blame but herself.
Skye rubbed the back of her neck. Was she sweating? She was nervous, but she didn't think it would be that bad. She'd managed to calm herself down enough to make it to the Great Hall, or just outside the doors. Jemma had told her that she would meet her here, so here she was, waiting. It was the night of the ball and many other students were already filling into the Great Hall for the beginning of the ball.
The brunette was starting to get anxious, standing there and waiting for her girlfriend. She had seen the Durmstrang champion walk in with his date already. She hadn't spied Bobbi, but then again she was doing her best not to think about blondie at the moment. Skye needed to focus on Jemma. She wasn't going to be the jealous one tonight.
She looked pretty much the same as she had when she had went to ask Jemma to the dance. The girl had seemed to like the look so much Skye decided not to change it much, messy hair and all. Her arms were crossed now, as she waited, one hand gripping very tightly onto a small white flower. She had managed to snag one from the grounds, thanks to Archi who had brought it to her. He was a small bird, and yet so determined. Skye kept her eyes on the stairs, wondering how long Jemma was going to make her wait in anticipation.
Jemma had probably been just around the corner for at least ten minutes now, eagerly pacing back and forth a few steps. She was excited, but also really nervous. The dress her mother had sent her definitely wasn't something she would have picked out on her own, even though she liked it. It exposed a lot of skin, which was something she was not used to. The navy blue dress went down to her ankles, but the upper half was a different story. A collar-like piece of the dress secured the top, which left all of her shoulders and a large section of her back exposed.
She'd waiting long enough. Many students had already passed her and gone into the great hall with their dates, and she was still hiding out up here. She really didn't have a reason to be nervous, she and Skye had been dating for over five years now and the other girl had definitely already seen more than just her shoulders. Before she could change her mind, she stepped around the corner and met Skye's eyes. Jemma almost felt bad for keeping her waiting when she'd been just down the stairs the whole time.
Skye almost slipped off the place she was leaning against the wall when she spied Jemma in the dark blue dress at the top of the stairs. It took her a second to catch herself, before she straightened up, a blush starting to color her cheeks. She quickly brushed off her vest and watched, perhaps a little too eagerly, as her girlfriend descended down the stairs. She realized her mouth was dry, partly because she was still nervous, and partly because now it was hanging open a little.
She quickly shut it and formed a smile and strode over the rest of the way to the staircase to meet her at the bottom. The dress was definitely unlike what Skye had imagined Jemma would show up in. It didn't look her style at all, but she would be lying if she didn't think Jemma looked very very good in it. The Ball was now completely worth it to see her in this. Skye wondered briefly if they would be able to sneak away a little early. She liked the dress on, but she thought maybe it might look better on the floor.
Jemma would have had to have been blind to miss the way Skye was staring at her. She actually felt relieved when she reached the bottom of the stairs, it had felt like everyone had been watching her.
"What? Is there something on my face?" She asked, reaching up with one hand just to check. It would be really embarrassing if she had accidentally smudged her makeup or something. She wasn't very good at it.
"What? No, you're gorgeous," Skye chuckled and grabbed Jemma's hands, pulling her away from the stairs, "You're beautiful. Stop worrying. Pretty sure my eyes can't even take how amazing you look!" She actually laughed this time, a huge smile on her face. She tried to keep it from turning greedy. She had to admit, the bare shoulders and open back were very nice indeed. Skye didn't know if she could resist touching it all night.
Jemma blushed and pressed herself into Skye's side, where she felt a lot more comfortable. She wasn't good at getting compliments, she never knew what to do or say back.
"You look nice as well." Jemma added. She was very much enjoying Skye in dress robes. She wished she could get a good picture, because she didn't know if she'd ever be able to wrangle her into them again. She was lucky this ball was formal, or she would have never known how great her girlfriend looked all dressed up.
Skye had been right. One of her hands was already resting on Jemma's waist and the other was just itching for skin. She managed to settle it into her pocket instead. "I would say we should go in, but I'd rather not now. If it weren't for this stupid first dance I'd like to take you and that fancy dress to the attic," The Slytherin girl whispered before she nipped at Jemma's ear. "Lucky for you though, we actually have to go dance. Shall we go in?" Skye grinned, leaning back and nodding towards the open doors of the Great Hall. She was pleased with the bright pink blush she had just put on her girlfriend's cheeks. Skye would be patient. She could sneak them away in a little while.
Jemma blushed and pinched Skye's side, hoping to get her to stop with those types of comments when their peers were around. When they walked through the open doors into the great hall, Jemma's jaw dropped a little bit and she stared at all of the beautiful winter decorations that completely transformed the room. Students were everywhere around the sides of the room, but the dance floor was still empty, as the music hadn't started yet. A little bit of the anxiety returned when Jemma remembered that they were supposed to have the first dance with the other champions, in front of so many people.
"We probably should have prepared a dance…" Jemma said quietly, clutching Skye's arm just a little tighter. She could see it now, one of them was going to step on the other's foot or something and they were going to make complete fools of themselves.
Skye looked down at her arm first and then at Jemma with a small smile. She had already took a peek inside so she knew how well decorated the event was but walking in with Jemma made it much better. The girl was obviously nervous, and so was she but at this point she was more determined than anything.
"Calm down, it'll be fine," Skye grinned and leaned down just a little, pecking Jemma on the cheek before she nodded to the dance floor, "I've got it covered. Just make sure you know how to follow, ok?" The Slytherin girl winked, but for now, walked them over to a large table of refreshments. "Have some punch to calm down."
Jemma's eyebrows shot up when Skye told her to follow. She'd never done this kind of dancing with Skye before, so she had just assumed that her girlfriend didn't know how to ballroom dance.
"You can dance?" She asked skeptically.
Skye's eyebrow rose in question as she looked down at Jemma. She seemed rather shocked, or at least surprised, and Skye put on her best offended face, "Of course I can. Just because I don't like it doesn't mean I don't know how to do it. I don't live under a rock, Jemma." She rolled her eyes for effect, but then she broke out into another smile, "Mom made me take some classes. I still remember most of it. I went to three weddings last summer, remember?"
Jemma stifled a laugh as she imagined twelve-year-old Skye taking dancing lessons that her mother forced her to go to. She was never going to let this one go.
"Stop laughing," Skye took advantage the arm around Jemma's waist and tickled her lightly. She waited for the girl to stop laughing before she took a cup and ladled some punch in and handed it to Jemma. "Here, have some of this," She poured some for herself and took a large gulp. She was still nervous, but she knew that with Jemma there now that she would be alright. The music performers were starting to pick up their instruments and tune, so it would be time to begin any moment.
Before Jemma drank any of the punch, she searched Skye's face for her usual mischievous grin.
"Before I even think about drinking this I want you to promise that neither you or Trip has come anywhere near it before this moment." Jemma joked, though she was also partially serious. She wouldn't be surprised if one of the two had used some kind of magic prank, or even just plain spiked it.
Skye rolled her eyes and finished off her punch, slamming the cup down on the table with a big grin, "I promise that I have not touched the punch until now." She winked then and turned to face the dancefloor. "I cannot promise that Trip hasn't touched it though." She chuckled and nudged Jemma lightly, "Just drink it. I'm sure it's fine. They probably have it enchanted anyway so nothing can happen to it. It's a magic school for heaven's sake!"
Jemma finally gave in and took a few sips. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if it actually was spiked. As the tuning of the instruments in the background died down, the dance floor and the crowd of people that would be watching them started to seem a whole lot bigger.
"I think it's time we go join Bobbi, Ward, and their dates." She nudged Skye and pointed to the other two couples who were getting ready to dance. Ward had come with a Slytherin girl named Kara and Bobbi had brought a friend from Hufflepuff, Lance Hunter, but she didn't look too happy about it.
Skye swallowed a lump that had built up in her throat before she brushed off her suit and held her chin up. "Looks like you're right," She turned to Jemma and smiled wide, holding her hand out, "Jemma Simmons, shall we go dance?"
"Absolutely," Jemma smiled and took Skye's outstretched hand lightly. She only hoped Skye wasn't kidding about the dance lessons and that she actually knew what she was doing. As the musicians picked up their instruments, they both walked onto the dance floor with the other two couples. She felt Skye's hand on her waist, but Jemma kept her eyes on Skye's face as she draped one arm over Skye's shoulder and they clasped their free hands together off to the side.
As the first few notes glided out across the room, Skye gave Jemma an assuring nod and Jemma felt her take the first few steps. They quickly fell into synchronization and Jemma was sure they looked great to anyone watching. Slowly, other couples filtered onto the floor and they no longer had to feel the stress of a million eyes on them.
Skye had always been good at keeping time in her head, but she was lucky she still remembered how to waltz. It hadn't been one of her favorites, in fact, none of them had, but she was glad now that she knew what she was doing. She would have to thank her mother at some point for sending her to those lessons. The other couples around them put her nervousness at ease enough to stop counting long enough to lean a little closer to Jemma.
"See, I told you I could dance," She winked and pulled away, keeping a firm but gentle grip on the smaller girl's waist as she led them through the dance.
"Skye, I am sooooo glad we decided to come to this." Jemma giggled, almost spilling what was left in her cup. She knew Trip had somehow managed to spike the punch, but she was way beyond caring at this point. She leaned into Skye, suddenly deciding that the drink was the last thing on her mind. Her lips went straight for the sensitive spot on Skye's neck and grabbed the end of her tie, slowly wrapping the piece of cloth around her hand and pulling her girlfriend closer.
They had been taking a break, but as soon as a new song started up and the beat echoed through the room, Jemma pulled away. The classical musicians had long since retired, and some peppier instrumentalists were playing.
"This song sounds fun!" Jemma squealed, practically yelling so that Skye could hear her. She downed the last of her drink and slammed the cup onto the table, dragging the stunned brunette back out onto the dancefloor by the tie that was still wound up in her fist.
Thank god for you Trip, Skye staggered after Jemma, tie first. She had had her own fair share of punch and was not at all regretting it. The smaller girl had had quite a bit...but then again, that had been the plan. Skye was very glad that she had come now, required or not, because this was dancing that she could really do.
When Jemma finally stopped them in the midst of the mass of other couples who had flocked to the dancefloor in their own drunken and hazed haste, Skye didn't waste any time. She was in a haze of her own, and she rather enjoyed it. Her hands found their way to Jemma's hips among the mass of other grinding teenagers and pulled the girl flush against her. The Great Hall was dark, apart from the flashing of colored lights brought by the second musical act and everyone else was equally occupied.
The bass dropped and one of Skye's legs made its way between Jemma's in the process. The Slytherin girl's hands were helping to guide Jemma's hips against her own before one got a little greedy and slid down a little further. Skye gave the girl's ass a needy squeeze. Her face was flushed but no one was going to notice in the dark. Everyone was much too busy doing the same things.
The alcohol was making Jemma more than a little horny, and every touch from Skye made her even more eager. She clenched her jaw and moved back against her, bending her knees along with her girlfriend and moving her hips in a slow circular motion. Jemma pushed her hands back through her now loose hair to get it out of her slightly sweaty face and moved them downwards so that they were on top of Skye's hands on her hips, pressing down on them to let the brunette know that she was enjoying it. She was definitely too far gone to be even a little concerned about what anyone around them would think, so she threw her head back onto Skye's shoulder and let her breathing quicken until she was almost panting with excitement. She definitely couldn't wait to get to the attic now, she had a feeling the after party was going to be a lot more fun. She felt Skye's leg between her own and pushed against it, simultaneously moving one hand to the back of Skye's other thigh, gripping it tightly and pulling her even closer.
Skye's own breathing was picking up and she was biting her lip, hard, to keep herself from making any noises. Not like they would be heard anyway, the music was much too loud for anyone to hear anything. She quickly distracted herself. With Jemma's head back against her shoulder, her neck was exposed, and the Slytherin was not one to miss an opportunity when it was presented. Her lips roughly found Jemma's neck and pressed a sloppy kiss there, before her teeth grazed over it and bit. She was simultaneously working Jemma's hips down onto her leg, which was not helping her breathing at all. It was ragged and hot against the smaller girl's neck and Skye didn't care if anyone was watching. They wouldn't be.
One of Skye's hands on Jemma's hips slid from her girlfriend's hand and worked its way up the girl's dress till it was pressed against her abdomen, pulling the smaller girl against her. The brunette held her there, tightly, rocking into her from behind. Skye didn't know how long much longer the ball was going to go on for, but she did know that she couldn't wait for it to be over. Her lips found Jemma's ear and she nipped at it before her heated breath moved over it, "we need to leave." It was quiet, but it was close enough that the girl would hear. Of course the bite to her ear accented the urgency Skye was displaying as well as her hands which were starting to roam, despite her best efforts to contain herself. Skye could tell Jemma was ready to leave too.
Jemma moaned and she could feel her knees slowly giving out beneath her. They needed to get out of there, and they needed to go now. Her skin was flushed and hot and a tingling sensation was slowly pulsing through her body.
"Of course, darling." She answered provocatively, spinning around in Skye's grasp and facing her. She grabbed a fistful of Skye's robes and yanked her closer, letting their mouths clash and heat transfer between them as they backed out of the great hall. The first dance was over, they weren't needed here anymore and no one would miss them. Jemma bit Skye's bottom lip and giggled when she almost tripped over a step, but Skye grabbed her waist firmly and pulled her back up. They stumbled all the way to the library in the darkness, unable to keep their hands and lips off of each other for a second.
It took a few slurred tries to open their secret door but once Skye finally focused enough to get it right, the door appeared and she quickly opened it, shoving Jemma back against the ladder in the process. The doors squeaked shut and disappeared but the brunette was much too busy to notice. Her hands were on either side of Jemma's head, keeping her in place as Skye pressed her body up hard against Jemma's. She planted another rough kiss on her throat, biting lightly and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. They needed to get up the ladder, but that was something easier said than done. Skye's hands were on her girlfriend's hips again, gripping roughly before she whirled her tipsy self around to face the ladder, lifting with her arms to give her a boost up.
"Go, go, go," Her voice was husky and thick with urgency. She kept the Ravenclaw from sliding back down the ladder and pushed her up till she was fully in the attic. Skye scaled the rest of the rungs easily enough and heaved herself out and up from the floor, shutting the trap door with a thud. The champion ripped her overcoat off and tossed it onto the floor before her hands were on Jemma again, shoving her back onto the couch. That dress needed to come off. It needed to come off now.
With Skye on top of her on the couch, the desperate need grew even stronger. Jemma fumbled with the Slytherin's tie before finally managing to unknot it and yank it free. She could hardly function when Skye was biting and sucking at her skin like that, but she managed to focus just enough to start undoing buttons on Skye's vest, and then her shirt. Why the girl had to wear so many layers, Jemma wasn't sure, but she wasn't a big fan of her girlfriend's dress robes now. As she undid the last of the buttons, she pulled one of her feet closer to her body, pressing her leg up in between Skye's and rubbing against her. She pushed Skye's clothes over her shoulders and the taller girl leaned back for just long enough to hastily fling them away onto the floor.
Skye tried to bring her lips back against Jemma's throat, but Jemma pushed her away and let her own lips wander over Skye's skin, teasing her with light kisses across the girl's collarbone. Jemma was very skilled with her hands, it was something Skye told her often, and she used this talent to reach around Skye's back and unclip her bra while also unzipping the girl's pants with the other. Their need was steadily growing stronger and Jemma didn't think she could stand another second of it. Her slow, sensual kisses gradually turned into needy, aggressive biting as she reached Skye's pulse point. With Jemma's help, Skye's pants were soon sliding down over her hips and Skye was kicking them off along with her shoes.
Skye let Jemma undress her. She was effective, which the girl appreciated as she didn't think she could waste another second. She bit her lip, throwing her head back and letting out a low moan as Jemma's leg moved up between her own. Her pants were already on the floor by the couch and the brunette was rocking her body against her girlfriend's leg quite desperately. With Jemma attacking her neck like she was, Skye couldn't focus. All she could do was pant and shiver in the cold attic air.
There was a break in the kissing, when Skye felt Jemma move to her jawline, before she regained some clarity. Her strong arms quickly grabbed at Jemma's shoulders and forced her back down. "Stay," it was an order. Shivering some, Skye's hands made quick work of the buckles on the smaller girl's heels and flung them away. She gripped her ankles tightly and then proceeded to run her hands up along Jemma's legs, gathering the dress higher and higher till it was bunched up at her waist. Skye's hands held firm on Jemma's hips and then quickly pulled Jemma closer until Skye was between her legs, leaning over her.
She crushed their mouths together in a hungry kiss, her hips moving excitedly while she fumbled with the clasp of the dress' collar at the back of Jemma's neck. It was taking too long, and Skye was growing impatient, as she was already undressed. The only thing between them was their underwear and this damned blue dress. Fuck this stupid thi—There was a ripping sound and suddenly the collar was loose. Skye's hands were flying up Jemma's waist, dragging the dress up and over her head. The Slytherin girl threw the bunch of material far, far away from the couch.
Skye didn't hesitate and she quickly laid on top of Jemma, pressing their naked bodies against one another as one of Skye's hands found its way into light brown locks. She fisted it, pulling back to expose Jemma's neck, which she bit again with fervor. Her other hand scratched down along Jemma's side and rested at her hip with a firm grip. She had maneuvered herself so that one of her legs was now between the smaller girl's, her knee pressed hard right up against the girl's fancy lace underwear.
Jemma understood immediately that Skye was in one of her aggressive moods tonight, and there wasn't much she was going to be able to do about it other than lay back and enjoy. Cold air hit her body as her dress was suddenly removed, and she shivered as it was quickly countered by Skye's warm hands and body pressed up against hers. They were getting closer, and they both knew it. Jemma bucked underneath Skye and let out short gasps as she began to feel overwhelmed. She was shaking now, tilting her head to the side to allow the brunette even easier access to her neck. She was embarrassingly wet against Skye's thigh, and she couldn't wait any longer.
"Stop teasing," Jemma had meant for it to come out with a little more force, but it sounded more like a whimpered plead. While her neck and hips were clearly occupied, Jemma's hands were free. In hopes of urging Skye forward, she slipped one of her hands just under the edge of Skye's underwear, pushing it back over one of her hips and gripping her ass comfortably. With the other, she grazed Skye's side lightly with her nails as she brought her hand up to cup one of her breasts. The only skin her mouth had access to was Skye's shoulder, so she kissed it with the same urgency the girl had with her, sucking and nipping and tasting as much of her skin as possible.
Skye wasn't about to deny her. With Jemma's hand gripping her ass, Skye let out a sound almost akin to a growl, followed by a sharp intake of breath and an "oh fuck." Her hips were lightly thrusting in anticipation and she moaned loudly, no longer censoring herself, when she felt Jemma's hand on her chest. She could feel the heat from Jemma's core on her knee, and she forced herself to stop moving. She straightened out, shaking off the smaller girl's kisses before she sat up and pushed Jemma's legs back.
With a sly grin, she reached to the girl's sides, looped her fingers in her panties, and began to slide them off, painfully slow. Teasing was one of her favorite parts, and though she was actually in a hurry, Jemma pleading with her not to only made Skye want to do it more. She received a sharp look, and finally she jerked Jemma's underwear off. Jemma normally got what Jemma wanted.
Skye was back on her in a moment, pressing their bodies together as she kissed the smaller girl roughly on the lips, swiping her tongue over Jemma's lips. She bit, and when the girl opened her mouth, Skye's tongue slid in and tangled itself with Jemma's. The Slytherin took the girl's thighs roughly and spread them open, running her tongue down her girlfriend's cheek and to her jawline, where she nipped. She sucked at Jemma's neck while one of her hands made it to Jemma's sides and gripped hard in earnest. The other raked lower across Jemma's abdomen, and lower still between her legs.
The brunette moaned into the smaller girl's mouth, grinning wide as she did so while her fingers ventured through the girl's wet folds rather slowly, enjoying it, and teasing. Skye's ragged breath was at her ear again, "you're so wet. Someone is excited…" She could just hear Jemma's frustration with her, so she quickly rectified things. Skye kissed Jemma's cheek before trailing more kisses down her neck, around her collarbone and finally to her breasts. Skye kissed lightly at first, but then she took a pale pink nipple into her mouth and sucked, hard. When she felt Jemma arch into her she quickly retaliated by slipping two soaking wet fingers into her girlfriend's core. The brunette started to pump slowly, before she began to move faster, growing impatient and wanting more of Jemma, all of her at once. Skye's hips rocked with the movement, using her own thigh pressed against her hand for more leverage. Her thumb began to circle the girl's clit and she couldn't help herself, "is this what you want, Jems? You like it rough like this?"
Jemma trembled as the intense wave of sensations slammed into her body like a moving freight train, completely running her over and leaving her helplessly immobilized. She couldn't help it, Skye's fingers were so deep inside her and her thumb on her clit was too overwhelming, she let out a short-lived scream. Jemma was definitely glad the other girl had insisted on putting a soundproof charm on the room along with the hidden door enchantment, or else the library below would be a terrible place for a person to study.
"Sk-Skye," She whined, fisting Skye's hair in her hands and encouraging her to continue whatever ungodly thing the girl was doing to her breasts. She didn't have to say it aloud for the brunette to know that she very much liked it rough. When she felt Skye's fingers push into her again, she cried out and thrust into her girlfriend's hand, making her job even easier. It wasn't hard for Skye to make her orgasm, especially when both of them were so intoxicated. It wasn't unknown to the Slytherin that she was close to coming.
When she felt another harsh nip on her chest, Jemma bit her own lip and held back another scream of pleasure. She was acutely aware of Skye's free hand steadily making progress up her body until it was over the breast she wasn't already attacking, palming it and pinching her already hardened nipple.
With one more thrust from Skye's fingers and a perfectly timed press against her clit, Jemma came hard and fast, yelling Skye's name one more time as she was swept up in the intense feeling. The waves crashed against her insides and Jemma rode out the last of her orgasm, quickly falling apart and becoming putty in the taller girl's hands. Her heart pounded in her ears and she could still feel the tingling sensation between her legs.
"Bloody hell," Jemma muttered.
Skye smiled slyly to herself, biting her own lip as she lessened her rough grip on Jemma. The smaller girl would find nail marks down her side and she slipped her other hand out painfully slow. She very much liked it when Jemma made noise. It was one of her favorite things because it was so rare she could get the girl to just let go. The punch had helped. She would need to thank Trip later.
The brunette gave one last hungry kiss to Jemma's chest and moved her lips up along the neck of the breathless girl till she collided their lips again. "Yes, you do like it rough," Skye giggled and kissed her again, slowly pressing her body down against Jemma's just a little more. She was slowly rubbing her body up and down over her girlfriend's, trying to keep the need going. Jemma might be done, but Skye certainly wasn't.
"I want some too…"