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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL HAVE STRONG ADULT CONTENT AND ADULT LANGUAGE. IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE I SUGGEST YOU SKIP PAST THOSE SCENES.

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The next morning Raven made a point of visiting the hospital wing before classes. She knew she wasn't imagining things when she had what seemed like an asthma attack down by the lake. Whatever it was had come on so suddenly, then departed fairly quickly. As far as she knew, she was healthy with no prevalent illnesses in her family that she was aware of. It was just so bloody…odd. Raven slipped inside the infirmary and flagged down Madame Pomfrey who had just finished administering a noxious smelling potion to a pale, drawn, fourth year.

"Madame Pomfrey?" Raven asked. The kind looking older woman turned to her questioningly, raising a brow in concern.

"Yes dear? Is something ailing you?" Raven shifted from one foot to the other, unsure how to explain the problem.

(What do I say? That I have some sort of fit every time a boy is seducing the panties off of me? I wonder what she'd think of that.)

"I'm not sure, but yesterday I found it difficult to breathe. It felt like a case of asthma or something but I've never had anything like that in my life." Madame Pomfrey immediately dove into a version of twenty questions, Nurse Edition.

"Is there any history of such a thing in your family?"

"Not that I know of." Raven replied.

"When and how often do the symptoms occur?"

"It…er…happened last evening and only once…or it could have been twice." Said Raven, remembering something similar in the library, but it had been less severe so she wasn't sure if they were related.

"Hmm…were you performing any strenuous activities at the time of the incidents?" Raven used every skill she possessed to keep all traces of a blush from her face; keeping a thoughtfully neutral expression.

"Nothing out of the ordinary. It was a pretty typical day." She said, lying through her teeth. Madame Pomfrey tapped her wand on her chin, mentally ticking off each probable diagnosis on her list.

"Well I think the best thing you can do for now is to try to relax and get a good rest tonight. I advise you not to do anything that may aggravate it. If the problem still persists, come back and I'll see what can be done." Raven nodded and gave her a smile of gratitude.

"Thank you, Madame, I will."

"Alright dear, now if you have no more questions, I believe you have classes to attend to." Raven turned to go, somewhat reassured that what had happened was a fluke and that there was nothing to worry about.

Raven didn't acknowledge Draco at all as she and Blaise worked together on creating a tricky batch of Veritaserum, though she felt that he was watching her from time to time. She was so nervous about the events at the lake; not wanting Blaise to find out and be angry. She didn't think Malfoy would kiss and tell, but he'd been kind of unpredictable lately, so there was no way of knowing.

"Uh oh…I think you might have added a little too much wormwood." Blaise commented as their cauldron began to bubble dangerously; emitting a viscous cloud of lime green. Raven groaned, smacking her forehead with her palm.

"Shit…you're right. I'm sorry I ruined all of your hard work." Raven sighed in frustration, apologizing for her stupid mistake. Blaise grinned down at her and waved her words away with an unconcerned air.

"It's okay Raven, this potion is a bitch to make. We won't be the only ones starting over." He said, tapping a finger on her frowning mouth.

"Are you okay, little goddess? You rarely make many mistakes like this." He said, smoothing her hair off her neck. Raven shrugged, furrowing her brow.

"I'm just thinking about this morning. I paid a visit to the hospital wing to check something out." Blaise looked at her in puzzlement.

"What's wrong baby? Is there anything I can do?" She smiled and shook her head.

"I'll be fine, I just had a weird moment where my lungs were acting up and I couldn't really catch my breath." Blaise stilled his soothing movements on her back.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know; it was like my throat was closing up on me. Hey…it might have been an allergy of some sort. Maybe I can't handle certain pollen around here." Raven mused, completely oblivious to the chilling change in Blaise.

"What were you doing yesterday?" he asked, his green eyes laden with icicles, a stark contrast to his casual inquiry. Raven kept her eyes away, chewing her lip as her thoughts replayed the scene with Draco.

"I was just taking a walk outside when it happened, why?"

"Hm…interesting. I was just curious as to what might have set it off. I hope it doesn't happen again." He said, though a small change in tone brought her head up to look at him. All she saw, however, was a soft smile laced with worry for her.

Raven chatted up a guarded Blaise, both of them trying to salvage their potion, setting it to rights as best they could. Every so often Raven felt like she was being watched and she'd discreetly cast a glance in Malfoy's direction, but he was never the culprit. Finally she swept her eyes around the room determined to find the source. She did a double-take when her gaze snagged on the dark figure perched at the front. Snape was staring at her with an inscrutable expression fixed on his face, one long finger absently rubbing underneath his bottom lip.

(Uh…okay. What the fuck. He's like…checking me out. He sure as hell isn't looking at my face. Eww…I didn't know Snape got down like that. Wait…no…he's not exactly looking at my tits either.) Raven looked away, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck, feeling a bit like a butterfly under glass.

"Class is nearing its end. Put the Veritaserum in the vials given to you, label it, then place them on my desk as you leave." Said Snape. Everyone began to busy themselves with his instructions while Raven started packing up her things.

"Do you mind turning it in? I wanted to get to my next class a bit early." Blaise said before taking off, not even waiting for an answer. Raven huffed in hurt and irritation, dropping her stuff on the table to bottle their project.

(What's crawled up his ass? He can't even say goodbye? Whatever…men and their PMS…) Raven finished, walking up to Snape to turn it in. As she turned to leave, he cleared his throat and she looked back. Two fingers abruptly waved her forward.

"Something wrong, Professor?" she asked.

(What the hell have I done now? Did I talk too much? Did I waste too much of his precious ingredients? Did I offend him with my enjoyment of life? Is my skirt too scandalous? Does he miss taking points away? Is he-)

"Where did you get that little trinket of yours, Miss Trelawney?" he asked, cutting into her brain babble. She started in surprise at the question, a hand automatically jumping to touch the object.

"Uh…this? It was a gift."

"From who?"

"My boyfriend, Professor." She stated, wondering where the fuck this interrogation was leading to.

"Would that be, Zabini?"

"Er…yes. Excuse me for asking this, Professor, but why is all of this so important?"

"Do you know where he might have obtained it?" he pressed, ignoring her question. Raven flung up her hands in exasperation.

"I don't know…he said he found it in Hogsmeade. That's all he told me. I need to get to my next class or I'll be late." She said before rushing off, escaping his analytical gaze. She missed the troubled spark of a realization ignite in his shadowed eyes.

Later that night, Gwen sauntered into the Slytherin common room humming a saucy song around a cherry flavored lollipop. It was nearly dead inside; because of the late hour only a few people lagged behind, trying to cram in last minute essays before succumbing to sleep. One in particular caught her interest. He was sitting on one of the green leather couches, crouched over the table in front of him. Sounds of his quill scratching harshly against parchment reached her ears and she smirked, taking in his frustrated scowl. Gwen prowled over to him, slowly taking a seat on the couch opposite of his.

"Hello, Flint." She purred in greeting. Black coal eyes flipped up to pin her, lips thinning at her interruption.

"Is there a good reason for you opening your fucking mouth right now, Lewis?" he barked at her. She simply smiled at his surly attitude, mockingly pulling an invisible zipper across her lips. He shook his head in disgust, looking down again, angrily crossing something out with his quill. Gwen slipped a new copy of the Daily Prophet out of her robes and began flipping through it, not reading a word as she sucked at her slow to dissolve tasty treat. Marcus glared up at her through his lowered lids, distracted by the wet sound of that damn lollipop escaping those pouty cock-sucking lips of hers. His eyes followed the little pink tongue that poked out to wrap sinfully around it, the sight stirring him below the belly.

Gwen gloated inside, feeling a nibble on the bait she was offering. Pretending interest in her reading, she sucked the lolly slowly back into her mouth, repeating the erotic action several times before rimming her dewy lips with the sticky candy. Marcus had been diligently scrawling on his parchment, his hawk like eyes straying again and again to her blatantly sexual display. What the fuck was this little minx playing at? Was she unaware and he just filled with horny suspicions? As soon as the thought left his mind, mischievous hazel peeked at him, the corners of her wet dream lips lifting. Oh that tart knows exactly what she's doing.

He turned back to his work. He had spent two hours already drawing up Quidditch strategies to put into practice this weekend. What he saw only increased his black mood more. He had doodled one of the goal hoops into a rough replica of Gwen's lollipop. He snarled, crumpling up the offending piece of paper and tossing it into the fireplace. Gwen smiled to herself, in full play mode. She crossed her long legs, settling back against her couch, tossing her sucker in after Marcus's balled up failure.

She allowed his attention to be wrapped up in his work again for about ten minutes before sitting up to shrug slowly out of her robes, revealing a tight red and black striped corset that pushed up and showcased her gloriously bountiful breasts, and a tiny skirt that only reached the tops of her creamy thighs. She tossed the robe aside with a flair, leaning back again to continue "reading", twirling a long curl of silky chestnut hair between her fingers. Marcus had covertly witnessed the tantalizing little show, his mouth dry as a desert as his eyes raked over every delicious inch of bared skin. Unable to tear his gaze away from the quivering globes of flesh rising from that ridiculously low cut corset, he felt a raging ember of lust crawl through his groin, cock stiffening in response.

(What the hell possessed her to come in here dressed like that? Like a high class whore in sure need of a good fucking. Wait…she came in like that. How many other cock suckers has she flaunted that pretty white ass to?) He thought furiously, not liking that he might have had to share this prize with other men. Gwen's fingers abandoned her glossy tresses to drift lazily down her throat to the tops of her breasts, stroking in fiendishly slow, sensuous circles. A breathy sigh spilled from her mouth as her fingers continued their teasing torment.

Marcus's eyes gleamed in the fire light, long since forgetting to keep up appearances of actually doing something. Gwen knew the fish was well and truly hooked, enjoying the weight of Flint's eyes devouring her every torturing caress as those devilish fingers of hers dropped to her knee, nails dragging excruciatingly slow up her expanse of bare thigh. Flint's balls tightened with anticipation, the prominent bulge of his hardness straining so painfully at the fly of his jeans, he had to shift in his seat to get more comfortable. His teeth clenched together as Gwen took her sweet time making it up to the edge of that excuse of a skirt.

(She as no idea how dangerously close to the fire she's playing right now. How far is the little kitten willing to go before she gets a good taste of what she's been asking for?) He thought darkly, a wolfish smile flashing in his mind. Gwen traced the flap of her skirt back and forth, drawing out the suspense for her captive audience. She finally relented, hooking a finger underneath, slowly sliding the skirt up, her legs parting slightly so she could caress the smoothness of her inner thigh. Marcus licked his lips, eyes lowering to half mast, impatience riding him hard as he waited for a peek of that little hidden piece of Eden. His pulse pounded through the velvet encased steel in his trousers as she exposed herself to his gaze inch by agonizing inch, until he was about to say to hell with it all and rip the fucking thing off himself.

Gwen moaned so softly he barely heard it, as her fingers grazed the treasure he desperately wanted to lay eyes upon. When he just got a glimpse of lacy red, she dropped her skirt back in place, crossing her legs again nonchalantly. He screamed a string of profanity in his mind, his temples throbbing at her audacious little peepshow. A sound of something snapping brought his thunderous gaze down at his hand which had gripped his quill so tightly in anger, it had broken in half.

"Oh Marcus…look what you've done now. You're not going to get anything done at this rate." Gwen cooed, standing up. A muscle worked in his jaw, not trusting himself to speak with witnesses still hanging about. She turned towards the arm of the couch, her bag on the floor beside it. She gave him a saucy smile over her shoulder.

"Lucky for you, I have a spare." She purred, bending down to search through her things, taking more time than was necessary as her ass wiggled provocatively. Marcus took the opportunity to adjust himself through his pants to give himself more room, never taking his eyes off those perky, round curves, begging for a harsh smack.

"Oh…s-shit." Stuttered a boy who had finally noticed the goods Gwen was putting on sale. Marcus whipped his head to the fifth year who was about to get his head kicked in if he didn't get his eyes the fuck off that ass and clear out. The boy coughed and stumbled his way quickly to his bed, even leaving his stuff behind on the table. The last of the other loiterers followed his example and fled, not wanting to be caught in the maelstrom that was Marcus. He faced her again just as she straightened, turning towards him with the quill in her hand. She swayed around the table stopping a foot away before tilting forward, her barely contained breasts threatening to spill from their pen.

"Found it." She giggled, dropping her quill provokingly on the thick evidence of his arousal, before turning to walk away to her room. She made it all of two steps before Flint's rough hands jerked her back, slamming her down on his lap, her back molded against his broad, muscled chest. She let out a small cry of pain when one of his hands drove through her hair, wrenching her head back to press his lips against her ear.

"You think you're going somewhere, kitten? You think after that pretty performance you can just skip off without any consequences?" he asked, meaning them in the rhetorical sense as he thrust his hips once against her plump arse. She bit off a moan, excitement pumping through her blood stream like a drug as Marcus slid a palm over her right breast, the force of his squeeze a warning of what was to come. His hand continued down until it smoothed over her skirt, fingers digging into the tender flesh of her thigh.

"You thought you could play your little game with me and just walk away didn't you, sweetheart?" he hissed, the fingers grasping her thigh tightening further, yanking her leg sharply to the side, leaving her open to his mercy, his knees pushing them farther apart. She whimpered at his bruising hold on her. A laugh rumbled deep in his chest, his lips trailing kisses down her neck to her shoulder, biting down aggressively. She gasped his name, shivering as the cold, drafty dungeon air washed over her moistened sweet spot. He growled in response, his hand gliding up her inner thigh, pushing up her skirt until her scrap of red lace panties were exposed. His teasing fingers skimmed the material before clamping down, squeezing firmly.

"What's this, kitten? Is your hot little cunt already dripping wet for me?" Gwen could only nod, slipping into a state of shocking pleasure. Need for his touch pulsed in her swollen clit like a beating of a drum, her nipples hardening into peaks that begged the attention of his hot mouth. Those skillful fingers of his stroked the damp slit of her panties, causing her hips to squirm against the hard shaft of his cock, making him groan into her luscious curls.

"How many have had this sweet little pussy, Lewis? One? Five? A dozen?" Gwen shook her head refusing to answer the question. Flint's eyes narrowed dangerously and in one vicious tug, ripped the flimsy panties off of her, dropping them in shreds on the floor. She trembled as delicious tendrils of fear rolled down her body, knowing he was much stronger than her and that she was dancing along a very thin line. His fingertips brushed her blushing folds, refusing to give her what she wanted with every fiber of her being.

"I wonder how tight that lovely snatch of yours is. Would you like me to find out?"

"Marcus…" she moaned, her hips bucking into his hand to invite him closer, but he took it away teasingly.

"I don't think you've earned that yet." He said, shoving her up and off of him. Before she could grasp the sudden change, he had pulled her back down on him so that they faced each other.

"Mmm…Marcus, I-" but she was cut off as he brought a hand to grip her chin cruelly, bringing her face close to his.

"Shut up, Gweny, if I want to hear you talk, I'll tell you to speak." He growled before tossing her face away. His hands slid up her spread thighs to tighten around her hips in a punishing threat to obey his command. Gwen's chocolate mint eyes melted into pools of silent acceptance, her lower lip harboring between her teeth as the flush of unbridled passion tinged her cheeks. His black eyes bored into hers, his mouth curved into a sinful smile as he admired the power of his authority over her.

(By the end, this fiery little Mud-blood tart is gonna be screaming only my name after I rip that pussy of hers wide open.) He thought, his cock twitching in agreement. His eyes lowered to her breasts rising and falling seductively with every breath she took.

"Show me those lovely tits of yours, Princess." He demanded silkily, his thumbs rubbing circles into the crease of her thighs. Gwen slid her hands up her sides and stroked her fingers over the tops of them playfully, not giving in quite yet.

"I don't think you've earned that." She said, throwing his earlier words back at him. She ignored the darkening in his eyes as she ran her nails up his chest, giving a slow roll of her hips against his granite erection.

"Fuck!" he cursed harshly, helplessly thrusting up powerfully into her wet, bare core. Gwen cried out as electric shocks stung the tip of her engorged clit with every rasp of denim scraping roughly against it.

"You fucking cock tease," he ground out through clenched teeth, "I'm going to enjoy stretching that hot feverish cunt. Every inch I force inside will remind you who exactly you belong to." At his words she threw her head back, the ends of her hair brushing his hard thighs, a silent scream on her lips as creamy heat flooded her gates to paradise. Marcus was so painfully aroused by her unrestrained response that he was near his breaking point. Too much longer and he knew he'd be balls deep inside of her before she could even think to say no.

"Keep your legs wrapped around me." He ordered, his tone warning against any arguments. Gwen did as asked while Marcus stood, holding her up by her juicy ass and walking over by the fireplace. He dropped to his knees and flung her on her back roughly, not caring about her startled gasp of pain. Both of his large, tanned hands calloused by all the hours devoted to Quidditch, grasped her around the knees and shoved her legs apart, spreading her wide. He gazed down at the soft, quivering, dewy petals displayed before him and felt a surge of possessiveness grip him fiercely.

(Gods, I haven't wanted a girl this badly in my life. Why did this devious little witch have to come and fuck everything up?)

Marcus wrapped his fingers around Gwen's wrists, hauling them abruptly above her head, pinning them. He lowered his body onto hers, his large throbbing bulge rocking against her rhythmically. His black gaze swept down her face to fix on her trembling mounds beneath the corset, and refused to be denied a second time.

"Lift your back, kitten. Now." Gwen arched against him allowing him to slip one hand under her to yank loose the laces. With the corset weakened, he pulled it roughly off of her, throwing it at the table.

(Oh. Fucking. Christ.) He thought, his lustful gaze taking in the rest of her, admiring the flushed rosebuds of her breasts, imagining his tongue wrapping around them.

(And they're all mine. Every last inch of her is mine. I'll kill anyone who touches this.) Marcus's eyes hardened at the thought.

"Nice tits, Gweny. I like how they're begging me to suck them." He purred. Gwen nodded, her glittering eyes silently pleading with him, her lower lip gripped in her teeth.

(Gods, I'm going to fuck that mouth of hers one day.) He groaned in his mind, and he almost came right then and there as he envisioned it. His mouth lowered to one puckered delight and he sucked the tiny morsel into the hot cave of his mouth, his tongue laving and flicking her nipple, driving Gwen wild. He moved to the next, attacking it relentlessly in the same fashion, relishing the feel of Gwen's writhing body rubbing against him. His teeth nipped sharply at her before sucking it back in to torture it more.

Gwen's kittenish moans were like music to his ears, causing him to dominate her mouth to claim every last one of them. His tongue dueled with hers, his masterful force subduing any resistance.

(Mmm…her mouth tastes like cherries. I wonder if that cunt tastes just as sweet.) He wondered as he feasted at her lips, one hand releasing her wrists again to stroke along her inner thigh, intent on finding out. He lifted his mouth from heaven to stare down at her veiled eyes.

"Open those eyes, Princess. I want you to know the man whose pushing his fingers deep inside of you." He whispered curtly. Gwen's eyes popped open at his words, worry intruding in them. He licked his lips slowly, enjoying the uncertainty he saw there. His fingers slid up through her softness, coating them in her juices. He teasingly circled her aching clit, her hips pushing against his seductive strokes, before he slowly inserted a finger through her creamy portal. He bit off a groan as her velvet walls closed around him. He worked his finger in and out of her before attempting to push another inside.

"Gods, kitten, you're fucking tight. I can barely fit two inside of that sweet little pussy of yours." He murmured, stretching her almost to the point of pain, causing her to gasp.

"Aaah…you feel so good inside of me, Marcus…" Gwen moaned softly, overwhelmed by his clever ministrations. His fingers thrust roughly into her over and over, pleased by her shameless response.

(I have something else that my little whore would love inside of her. I'll have her crying at me to stop while I force my cock all the way in, pounding her until she bleeds all over my sheets.) He slipped his fingers out of her and as she watched, nearly weeping at the absence, he sucked them into his mouth, tasting every last bit of her; his dick threatening to bust out of his pants as her essence rested on his tongue.

"So delicious…so sweet…so…mine." He growled, making up his mind that he was going to be the only man that got to see her, taste her, and fuck her. He'd see to it no other would touch her ever again.

"You're about to forget all the others, my little Gwenavere. My cock is going to make sure of that." He said, punctuating the remark with a sharp roll of his pelvis against her. Gwen smiled, biting her lower lip, fluttering her lashes coyly.

"Mmm, not out here, Marcus. I want you to take me on your bed so we have the night all to ourselves." She purred, rubbing a hand up his hard chest.

"Then you can have everything you want from me…Captain." She finished, licking her lips erotically. He landed another bruising kiss on her mouth before slowly reaching his feet, waiting for her to grab her discarded clothes before turning on his heel to lead her to his lair. A giggle halted his steps and he turned his head to see why Gwen was so amused. She was standing at the entrance to the girls' sleeping quarters still half naked, her perfect breasts swaying impishly, a conniving feline grin on her lips. A brow lifted on Flint's face, annoyance rising in his eyes as he frowned.

"What the fuck are you doing, Lewis?" he demanded. Gwen gave a little shrug and a delicate yawn before blinking her big eyes at him innocently.

"I've changed my mind. I'm just so exhausted after teaching you…your lesson." She said, blowing him a kiss before running up to her room, laughing at the sounds of wood being tossed and broken and Marcus yelling that she'd be sorry.

"So when do I get to take this blindfold off?" asked Raven, who was being carefully led along by a boyishly excited Blaise. She was infinitely curious as to why he'd been so secretive today when he had told her earlier that something special was planned. When she had pressed him about it, he shook his head and smiled before running off.

"Patience, my lady, and all will be clear." He promised, steering her around a large tree, making certain her high heeled boots didn't snag in the roots. He brought her to a stop, letting go of her arm to stand behind her. He snaked his arms around her jeans-clad hips, his chin nuzzling the top of her head.

"Alright it's safe, you can look now." He said softly, anticipating her response to his painstaking efforts. Raven raised a hand to slip the sight restricting cloth from her eyes, widening them in awe as she took in Blaise's surprise spread before her. Sunlight filtered through the tree leaves, rebounding off the restful lake to illuminate the clearing they stood in. In front of them was a luxurious green and silver fleece blanket stretched across the grass. Two goblets and an actual old-fashioned picnic basket were waiting accommodatingly for them on top of it. Nestled in the center was a beautifully arranged cluster of snow white lilies. Raven's mouth parted in stunned pleasure, taken aback at her Slytherin's thoughtfulness.

"Oh my god…Blaise...I…" she trailed, struggling to find the perfect way to convey her feelings.

"Do you like it?" he asked, suddenly apprehensive that he might have done something wrong.

"Are you kidding? I love it!" she gushed, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes were bright with relief, his hand coming up to caress the side of her jaw, pushing a curl behind her ear.

"I'd do anything for you, little goddess." He whispered, bringing his lips down to meet hers. He sipped from her longingly without haste; just enough to stave off the edges of his thirst for her. He gave her one last lingering kiss before taking up her hand to lead her to their romantic feast.

"Mm that was delicious." Raven purred in replete satisfaction. Done with their meal they were reclined on their backs, lying comfortably in each other's arms. Blaise murmured his agreement, pulling her closer to allow her head to rest on his chest. They stayed that way for awhile until a thought crossed Raven's mind.

"So, if you don't mind me asking," She began, idly tracing a finger over his school tie, "why were you so upset in potions yesterday?"

"Was I?" he inquired in an evasive tone, fingers brushing up and down her arm.

"Yes…you were. I mean you hardly spoke to me towards the end of it, and when it was over you just…left without so much as a goodbye."

(Well shit, good going Zabini. Did you really think she wouldn't wonder about your abrupt behavior?) He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face before answering.

"I've just been moody lately and I didn't mean to take it out on you, but…"

"But what?" she asked, picking her head up to gaze at him, her heart starting to thud as the memory of her sordid encounter with Draco crept through her mind.

(Oh god he knows doesn't he? Fuck, did Malfoy tell him? What the hell do I say? Wait, if he knew why would he go through the trouble of such an elaborate date?) Blaise shrugged, gently dislodging her from his body as he sat up, his green eyes fixed on the serene water.

"I don't know…it just seems as though we barely have time for ourselves. There's always something in the way like exams, or Quidditch practices, or that Lewis girl." He said evenly, discontent the only inflection in his voice. Raven sprang up quickly, astonishment at his words dusting her lips as she spoke.

"That Lewis girl? Blaise…she's my best friend. We've always been together so after our time apart, of course we're going to be spending time catching up. Why do you dislike her so much?" she demanded, folding her arms. Blaise gave her a sideways glance, running his tongue over his teeth.

(Careful Blaise, you don't want to bungle this up more than your stupid ass already has. Lie, lie, lie.)

"I'm sorry. I've been pretty unfair haven't I? I guess I'm just jealous. I just want you all to myself even though that's unrealistic to expect. I didn't mean to be an asshole about it." He said with a self-deprecating smile. Raven shook her head in amusement, forgiving the insult; chalking it up to his male pride being pricked.

"Silly man, you have nothing to be jealous about. You know I'm yours and nothing will change that." She assured him, stroking her fingers soothingly through his ebony locks. His eyes smoldered, a pleased smile dancing on his lips.

"I'm glad to hear that." He purred, reminding Raven of a cat with lids narrowed; tail flicking lazily from side to side. He twisted his body so that his palms laid flat on the blanket on either side of her legs, caging her. He bent his head down to place sweet kisses across the tops of her breasts that were pushing up from the low neckline of her tight red sweater. She bit her lip, fingers curling into the soft fleece, as he took his time exploring his way up her chest, his tongue flicking at the pulse beating at the hollow of her throat. She moaned his name as he nibbled and sucked along the side of her neck, his body leaning into her to slowly inch her back onto the blanket. His hips nudged her legs apart, settling himself snugly between her thighs. Her eyes closed as he feathered his lips on both lids, placing light kisses down her nose to possess her mouth, his tongue dipping inside to taste her. His fingers sifted through her hair, winding the tresses around his hands to bind her to him.

"My little goddess." He whispered.

A/N: A little steamy eh? Hope you guys liked it. Don't forget to REVIEW! Love you all! 3