You know what I want ((Closed RP))

[monde-finis.livejournal.com]

With a parting admonishment and a vote, Claire had been set loose on the halls of Hogwarts. Outside the small stone room there were stone hallways, stone stairs, and even more stone rooms. She felt lost in a maze of hard slabs and blocks. When she noticed a tiny maiden in a picture waving to her, she waved back, and asked for directions. That was how she found herself in Hufflepuff, in an empty room, sitting on a mattress that was now hers.


The detachment that she'd worn around herself like her jacket was beginning to wear off, and now she was cold, lonely, and confused. She hadn't been whisked away to endless delights or damnations. She wasn't at the mercy of forces beyond her control. Everything was back in her hands, now, and with no parties, no pills, and no entertainment, she found the idea of being in charge of this life as uncomfortable as it had been in her last one.

She tried sleeping, but was as unsuccessful at it now as she'd always had been. It was late, and the hallway was quiet outside of her door. If this was her new life, Claire wanted to start it with something. She wanted to be numb again, rushing from one experience to the next. But if she had to feel something, it wasn't going to be this restlessness and helplessness that she felt as she tossed and turned on the bed.

There was a card in the pocket of her jacket. Claire read it over once again, then left it and the jacket on her bed. She wandered the hallways, but it was too late for dinner, maybe even too late for drinks. The ambient light from the torches gleamed on her bare shoulders and gold dress. The portrait people were very helpful again, directing her down to the dungeons. A few more questions, and she found herself at the right door. Without hesitation, she knocked and waited for it to open. She had always slept better in somebody else's bed.

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[sidney-reilly.livejournal.com]

He grinned and sipped lazily at the brandy. "I can do that, too. As you like."

[monde-finis.livejournal.com]

She settled back against the headboard, resting her drink against her knees. "Then I would like it if you took off that robe."

[sidney-reilly.livejournal.com]

Reilly complied, face going carefully blank again. He was no longer as gaunt as months in prison had made him when he arrived at Hogwarts, but his torso still bore some faint marks of the beatings he'd been subjected to there.

[monde-finis.livejournal.com]

He needn't have worried. She wasn't going to comment, for fear of ruining the mood. Two arms, two legs, and one head were all she wanted. The rest wasn't any of her business.

"Good," she said. "Now stop being so serious and take off the rest."

[sidney-reilly.livejournal.com]

He smiled and relaxed, pleased to be past that hurdle - a new one for him - and took off his pajama bottoms, which was all that constituted "the rest". He reclaimed his brandy glass and sat down on the edge of the bed, and raised an eyebrow at her dress in challenge. "Your turn."

[monde-finis.livejournal.com]

She obligingly turned around. "Help me with the zipper." She lifted her curtain of hair out of the way to make it easier. Never mind that she could have slipped out of the dress on her own.

[sidney-reilly.livejournal.com]

He leaned forward and opened the back of the dress. His knuckles grazed the ridges of her spine all the way down, then back up to slip the straps from her shoulders. "Better."

[monde-finis.livejournal.com]

She held the dress to her chest and stood up on the bed. Claire giggled as she wobbled on the mattress, then dropped the dress to her feet. Like Reilly, she was only wearing one layer. She stepped out of the dress and walked across the bed. Kneeling behind him, she wrapped her arms around his chest. "Now then, where do we begin?"

[sidney-reilly.livejournal.com]

"Always the question, isn't it?" He caressed her forearms, then turned in her embrace. "I kiss you, you kiss me, and we see what happens." And he leaned forward and did just that.