room for two [devyn]

[Lorcan Scamander]

"Well, there's the restrooms and the storage room if you want to test the other options yourself," Lorcan said. "Though I should warn you, the storage room is about five degrees most of the time." He added, trying to keep a straight face.

Lorcan gave her an indignant look. "In what way was that sparing my dignity?" he asked after she let out a theatrical sigh. "Some people might be a little offended by that description," he told her, but he could feel himself laughing a little bit. Her blunt, and unnervingly accurate, statement pretty much matched up with his judgment of Devyn's characters, and he wasn't that surprised by it.

After Devyn's lukewarm response to his question, Lorcan wondered if he'd made her uncomfortable by turning the question around on her, but before he could ask her anything, she'd already kissed him again. He took a half step back at the unexpected feel of her, before leaning in eagerly and cupping her face in his hands.

[Devyn Oberlin]

"The restrooms and the storage room are seriously the best second and third options that you could come up with? Do baristas just have a serious lack of creativity?" she replied, making a face at him in response to the look he sent her way. "It was totally sparing your dignity, because I didn't directly say that I wasn't nervous like you said I shouldn't if I wanted to spare your dignity," she shot back, laughing a little at herself for making her response so long-winded just to prove a point - but anyone who knew her well enough was aware that she had a habit of doing exactly that, and would refuse to back down until she won the argument. It didn't seem that she and Lorcan were arguing so much as bantering, though, so she didn't expect him to be too upset about it.

Devyn was glad that he kissed her back - she hadn't believed that he wouldn't, but it was certainly nice to be able to get past the somewhat awkward conversation about virginity and move on to what they were actually standing in a treehouse for. She put her arms around his neck again, slowly deepening the kiss when she felt his hands on her face. She hadn't kissed anyone this intently while completely sober in a while, so she'd forgotten how it felt and was hoping she wasn't too out of practice.

[Lorcan Scamander]

"Hey, I get paid for coffee, not for using my brain," Lorcan said throwing up his hands defensively. He shot another incredulous look at her after her next tongue twisty sentence, and shook his head. "I can see that being right is very important to you, so I'm just gonna let you have this one," he said, starting to laugh. He kept being surprised by the unexpected things which irritated Devyn - disgusting coffee orders, anything which poked at her apparently really sensitive competitive streak. Lorcan found himself liking her better for her teeny little quirks; if she'd actually pulled off the cool untouchable facade she seemed to constantly try for, he probably would have been much too intimidated to have actually thought she was attractive.

He found his thoughts running in the same direction when she began deepening the kiss - he really did like Devyn, even after only this first meeting. Maybe if he just let himself see this through, he'd be fine. With this resolution in mind, he let his hands trail away from her face and tangle in her hair, tilting her head back so it was easier to reach her mouth. He pulled back for a second to catch his breath, and then rocked back forward to run his teeth against her bottom lip.

[Devyn Oberlin]

Devyn kissed him back eagerly, taking note of his hands in her hair as he pulled away briefly, her own breath hitching in her throat when she felt his teeth again her lip. She leaned back slightly to look up at him, smirking a bit as she did. "Well, well, well, you're not such a bad kisser, Scamander," she informed him, as if it was very important that she interrupt so that he knew this, "Who would've thought?"

Without waiting for a response, she closed the small distance between them and kissed him again, this time gently slipping her tongue into his mouth and allowing one hand to trail down his chest until it rested, rather teasingly, just above his trousers. She wasn't sure, based on his previous apprehension, how far he wanted to go, but he seemed pretty into snogging her at the moment, so she was all for taking her chances of seeing how far he was willing to let things go.

[Lorcan Scamander]

When Devyn drew back to speak, Lorcan instinctively followed her, before realizing she was talking. It took him a second to process her words, but his eyes shot open once he did. "There you go again, with the ego damaging and feelings hurting," he chided mildly, and then couldn't say anything else since Devyn was slipping her tongue into his mouth, "All right, that's one way to have the last word," he managed, and then he sank into the way Devyn felt against him. The treehouse didn't have any lights of its own, but the slanting light from between the cracks of the door highlighted teasing glimpses of the line of her lashes and the side of her face.

He let out an involuntary huff of air when Devyn drew a hand down his chest, then let his own hands drop towards her waist, his thumb slipping under the hem of her shirt. He was getting caught up the in the physical sensations of touching her, enjoying the warmth and give of her body beneath his hands.

[Devyn Oberlin]

Devyn supposed she shouldn't have been taken aback by how he seemed to know precisely what to do without being awkward about it, considering he had told her that he wasn't inexperienced by any means, but for some reason it still did leave her a little shocked. She felt that she almost might have misjudged him to be too innocent - almost, but not entirely, because she was sure that he couldn't possibly be as bad as other boys she'd snogged (though relatively, she knew that all boys were the same). That and the fact that she didn't want to admit, even to herself, that she might have been wrong about something for once.

She moved to kiss his neck, murmuring, "I always have the last word," in-between kisses, which wasn't completely true, because with the way he was touching her, she was more turned on than she'd care to admit. "Besides, you don't seem at all like your ego's been damaged or your feelings hurt," she tacked on as an after-thought, also slipping her hand up his shirt to brush it lightly across his abdomen, which seemed much more well-toned than she'd thought. Deciding that his shirt probably wasn't doing him justice, she took a step back, removing his hand from under her shirt and gesturing at him to take his own off.

[Lorcan Scamander]

Lorcan let out a breathy laugh at Devyn's insistent response. Taking advantage of the fact that she was kissing his throat, he let his lips brush her ear as he said, "You know, I'm actually okay with that." He added "I keep a stiff upper lip, but I promise I'm deeply hurt." He gave a hiss of pleasure when Devyn ran her hand under his shirt and then caught her gesture as she moved back.

It took a second for him to decode it, and then he shot her a teasing glance. "Isn't supposed to be ladies first?" He asked, and then obligingly worked his way out of the shirt anyway. There were a few awkward seconds when he got it stuck over one ear, but ultimately the offending garment was off. He paused to shake his head at his own clumsiness and murmured, "Please try not to laugh."

((ooc: I think this would be the time to mention Lorcan's drunk tattoo, huh?))

[Devyn Oberlin]

Devyn tried not to react to his lips brushing her ear, though she found herself shivering slightly nonetheless, and responded, "Are you, now?" if only to distract herself, because she really didn't know what they were talking about anymore. Attempting to focus, she added teasingly, "Well, I didn't realize how deeply hurt you are. We could stop, then, if you want?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Nah, I'm completely fine with you going first," she said as nonchalantly as she could manage, cocking her head to the side slightly as she watched him take his shirt off. She had been right, of course - he did have nice abs, and nice arms, for that matter. Making no point to hide that she was enjoying the view, she stepped closer to him again, pointedly unbuttoning her own shirt but abandoning the task midway to kiss him instead, only momentarily wondering why he would ask her not to laugh.

(OOC - oh my god I cannot stop laughing)

[Lorcan Scamander]

Lorcan caught Devyn's shiver and gave a low laugh. "I want to say yes, but I honestly can't remember what we were talking about." he whispered. He laughed again at her teasing comment and pretend to consider it. "I suppose I should, but on second thought, it feels like more of a shallow cut to my self-respect. I'll be fine." he said, wrinkling his nose at her.

He saw her watching him as he undressed, and shook his head at her thoughtful expression. "You look like you're about to give me marks out of ten," he told her dryly, "How is my form?" He kept his eyes on her as she stepped forward, and his gaze dropped to where she was undoing the buttons of her blouse. "Here, let me help," he said breathily, moments before she reached up to kiss him again. He fumbled for the rest of her buttons blindly, and then ran a hand along the plane of her stomach to cup her breast.

[Devyn Oberlin]

“Oh, are you distracted or something?” Devyn asked innocently, all the while thinking that he had a nice laugh - she made this observation without even fully realizing it, of course, because if it had been up to her, she wouldn’t have been thinking about anything other than snogging him. She took a deep breath, trying to shake it off, because she certainly shouldn’t have cared enough to notice it, but his smile on its own was very distracting.

She shrugged at his question. “You’re alright,” she remarked, though of course he was better than just alright because she wouldn’t have been blatantly staring otherwise. She moaned slightly at the movement of his hands, breaking their kiss to get her unbuttoned shirt off her shoulders, leaving her in only a bra and trousers. She suddenly remembered what Sebastian’s exact reaction typically would have been at this point - he would have made some infuriating comment about how difficult she was for not wearing skirts and dresses instead, which obviously would have made it easier for him to get his hands in her pants.

Freezing up at the thought, she bit her lip, wondering what she was getting herself into - she’d known Lorcan for less than an hour and was already jumping into things with him, and she’d known Sebastian for the majority of her years at Hogwarts and had always refused to actually have sex with him. “Are you -” she began, cutting herself off because she wasn’t sure where she was going with that sentence. That had been Sebastian Nott, she reminded herself hastily, and this was clearly different, because Lorcan wasn’t Sebastian, and for some reason that was all that really mattered to her. “Never mind,” she said, shaking her head unconvincingly and leaning up to kiss him so she wouldn't say anything she'd regret later.

[Lorcan Scamander]

"Me? Distracted?" Lorcan muttered, very distractedly. He paused to drop a kiss at the corner of her jaw, and then another lower one at the hollow of her throat. "I feel very focused," he added with a grin, and waggled his eyebrows at her half-dressed attire, and then immediately felt smarmy. "That was bad, wasn't it? Sorry," he murmured, shaking his head. He was abruptly reminded of Seb's tendency to blurt out suggestive things at the drop of a hat, and felt even more ridiculous.

He cracked a grin at her next comment. "You know, I'm just glad you're not actually giving me a score to go with that 'alright'. I don't think my ego could stand anymore blows." He hadn't noticed that her behavior totally undermined her words, and wondered for a second if she hadn't been joking - the idea of actually being disappointing sent a shock of embarrassment through him.

He was reassured by the sound Devyn made when he reached her chest, and her eagerness in getting her top off. He briefly wished that the light was brighter so that he could drink in the sight of her, but figured he had a better way of taking in her body. He shifted his hands and drew them up her waist. Eager to draw another reaction from her, he eased the strap of her bra down her shoulder and drew his mouth along the path his hand had just traced. "I don't know if I've mentioned," he said, between kisses, "But you are really... incredibly... pretty..." His mouth reached the top of her bra, and he shot her a slightly nervous look, before running a finger along the lip of the garment.

"Can I- " he began in a hushed voice, and then let his fingers curl away from her skin when she muttered a question above him. "Am I what?" he asked with a puzzled glance, and pulled away from her kiss, suddenly concerned. "D'you - want to stop? Devyn, that's okay, I don't want to force anything- " he said, letting his hand drop further as he took a half-step back.

[Devyn Oberlin]

“Sure, whatever you say,” she murmured, unfortunately unable to keep up with the conversation because of the feeling of his lips on her skin. She did notice him waggling his eyebrows at her, though, and it seemed rather out of character for him, so all she managed to say in response was “You’re ridiculous,” before rolling her eyes expressively at his next comment.

“Well, I could have, but since my primary goal in life is to spare your ego and your feelings, I decided not to be too harsh,” she told him, attempting to keep her voice steady and probably failing at it, especially as he slipped off her bra strap and began to kiss her there, to which she couldn’t help but moan again, all thoughts of Sebastian abandoned momentarily. “Yeah, alright,” she whispered, somehow still retaining her usual sarcastic tone, “You want me to take the rest of my clothes off, so of course you’re going to say I’m pretty. Typical.” It wasn’t Lorcan’s fault, obviously, that she was bitterly thinking of Sebastian, and that doing so prompted her to be more blunt and cynical than she otherwise would have. Her breath hitched when his fingers reached her bra and then disappeared, and she glanced at him sharply, as if he was the one who was being confusing. “Nothing. I said never mind,” she replied slowly, “Don’t stop. It’s fine.”

She suddenly wished that she hadn’t started this - not because she wasn’t enjoying it, but because she hadn’t gotten this close to having sex with anyone since Sebastian, and that fact was growing increasingly difficult to not think about, although she knew she shouldn’t have even considered it - he was the one who had, several months before graduating Hogwarts, ceased to acknowledge her very existence without any explanation. She wanted to have casual sex and not think twice about it, because while she’d started out with the idea that she couldn’t have sex with anyone who didn’t have feelings for her, past experience had shown that feelings just made her life hell. Now that she had a perfect opportunity to change that, however, she was growing strangely uncertain about it.

“I’m serious,” she added as her breathing evened out, and it was only partially a lie, “I want you.”

[Lorcan Scamander]

Lorcan made a face at her and said, "I don't think you and I define 'not harsh' the same way," he said, trying to keep his tone casual. Despite his efforts, he could hear how breathy his voice sounded when he said, "And I wasn't saying it because I want you out of - your clothes," he had to take a pause there, because he was suddenly hit with the image of her actually taking everything off, which was a hell of a thought to handle all at once.

"O-of your clothes," he repeated, trying to shake the thought away, and then his mind seized gratefully on the second half of his sentence and he continued: "I called you 'gorgeous' when we were both fully clothed, remember?" he said, finally succeeding in controlling himself.

The minute he took to calm himself down gave him time to notice how insistent Devyn was being about wanting to have sex with him - almost like she was trying to convince herself as much as him. He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it again, not sure how to check with Devyn again without seeming like he didn't believe what she was saying to him.

"I want you, too," he said at last, "But I'm gonna - let you set the pace, okay?" He didn't want to come right out and say that she'd gotten him a little worried, and hoped that she wouldn't find his statement weird.

[Devyn Oberlin]

“Well, that's your fault," she countered, "Because I don't think I'm being harsh at all." She didn't miss the way he paused breathily and stuttered on the topic of her remaining clothes, which she felt thoroughly emphasized the point she was trying to make. Truthfully she didn't care as much as she was acting like she did, because she was purely in this for sex, and he was in it for sex, and they were both well aware of this. It wasn't a big deal, then, that he wanted her to keep undressing because it wasn't exactly a conflict of interest. "Yeah, you did call me gorgeous," she agreed, still rather sarcastically, "Thanks for the reminder. It'd be such a tragedy if I were to somehow forget about that."

She took a half-step closer to him to lessen the distance between them, shaking her head and confidently replying, "Okay, calm down, there's no need to be so weird about it," even though she had a decent idea as to why he was suddenly backing off. It was her fault for initially ruining the mood, but she could easily fix that and set the pace, whatever that meant. She leaned up to kiss him, her hands simultaneously reaching for his trousers to unbutton them, and when she succeeded, she began to trail kisses down his neck.

[Lorcan Scamander]

Lorcan tried not to feel a little insulted by Devyn's tone when she told him to calm down. He hoped it hadn't been too weird for him to have asked like that, but he figured it was better to make sure they both knew what each other wanted. If his falling out with Lucy had taught him anything it was that it was that communicating was important, or something would be sure to go wrong. He shook the unusually bitter thoughts out of his head - as if he had any right to be bitter in the first place, considering most of the mess had been his fault - reminding himself that there was no way dwelling on how thoroughly he'd ruined things back then would help him right now. His mind conveniently glossed over the fact that doing anything with Danni's sister was bound to bring all his old mistakes back again.

It as at this moment that Devyn reached up to kiss him, and all thoughts fled his mind when her hands slipped down to the button of his trousers, and her lips to his neck. He stifled a moan by pressing into her shoulder and then reached for the clasp of her bra, glad that they both finally understood what was going on. He fumbled at it a few times and muttered, "Sorry, I - the light makes it -" when the clasp came apart in his hands. "Merlin," he whispered hoarsely, trying to ignore the buzzing in his head at the sight of her breasts. He cupped them in his palms, running his thumbs across the tips, before his dropping his mouth to them, and then making his way down to her trousers in turn, leaving a sloppy trail of kisses along her stomach until he reached them.

"I'll be quicker this time," he promised, and, luckily, actually managed to undo them with one quick turn of his wrist.