Now your nightmare comes to life~ - - (Maharet)

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was in a good mood today, but he thought those always seemed to change way too much. As if it was a good thing to actually be content just doing what he wanted, even shoving some first year muggle borns out of his way with ease. Hearing them slam into the walls always made his day, but he knew fully well not to let them break any bones when he did so. A lot of the older students tried defending them, but soon after he was whispering words to other Slytherins to take care of them lesser years for him. It was just a casusal thing for him to give orders to others as they knew the consequences of disobeying Jacob, one of the big three working underneath Olivia. It was amusing that their trio had cast a lot of people to stare at them in question and he fully held the power over many others.

Although, there were few others that he considered rivaled him on an intellectual level, but it was mostly Ravenclaw's he was wary of. Especially Deimos, Seizel, and a few others that were worth mentioning. Even Maharet, yes she could be quite the charmer at times, but he loved manipulating her to see what made her tick, just as she liked doing so to him. Sure, deep down, he was perhaps testing her to see if she was well-equipped to be a follower of Olivia, or if she was jsut using her for her own goals to be accomplished. Only one way to find out, but he doubted he would find her anywhere near the library at all. Since, Jacob knew fully well that most Ravenclaw's preferred to avoid the stereotype, especially the ones that knew about it by heading out to the forbidden forest.

Curiosity was in Jacob's nature, and no matter where he went, there was always someone willing to challenge him in a game of wits. Sad to say that he never wins, but he does when it comes to the phsyical confrontations. Luckily, the few encounters he had with the fellow Ravenclaw Maharet, were usually just playful words tossed around at each other. Sighing softly, he was realizing he was thinking about this too much, and didn't want it to be like another Zmeyette fling going on where he was interested at first, then it would slowly die out. Olivia was fresh on his mind, however, he had a feeling Chun was going to be getting cozy or something. Jacob really could tell how dedicated Chun was to their cause, and now here he was walking along side the lake, with his hands in his pocket. Looking at the serenity of it all.

Having chosen to wear the simplest outfit today with a long-sleeved gray shirt and black dress pants with some normal looking dress shoes on. His shaggy brown hair wavered about, until he finally just kicked a whole mass of rocks into the water as many splahes could be heard. "It's too calm, I might need to stir things up more," he said quietly to himself, unaware of any other presene that may be near him.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

There really was no rest for the wicked, but that never stopped Maharet from at least trying. She wasn’t particularly athletic in any case though she did keep in shape in a simple sort of way, running. It was something that she got in at least four times a week and with her busy schedule of school, Prefecting, and ruining people’s lives methodically, she had sadly been slacking. That day, after her course work had been completed and all socializing had been put aside, she had hurried up to her dorm to change into a pair of black spandex shorts and a tight fitting baby blue tank top as well as a pair of running sneakers, and pulled her hair up into a high ponytail. As she descended the steps the moment her feet touched the common room floor a rowdy boy was right there next to her to grab her ass. It took all Maharet’s restraint not to slam the boy up against the wall and rip his throat out; instead she gave him a playful little shove and laughed good-naturedly. She hated being touched when it didn’t benefit her.

Her desire to go for a run had increased with the boy’s stunt, needing to blow off steam and what better, appropriate, way to do so than that? Making her way out to the grounds Maggie took off running, slowly at first, but gradually built up speed. It was liberating really. To be able to just go off into your own little world where no one could touch you. She indulged in the sensation of it, at least until she rounded the grounds to come upon the Black Lake. Slowing down Maharet came to a halt a good ways from where the familiar figure of Jacob stood. She’d known him forever and during that time all they seemed to do was fight for dominance. She wasn’t sure which of them was more stubborn or determined, but she respected him for it… maybe even admired him for keeping up with her-though would never admit that- he also vexed her.

Seeing him just standing there all by his lonesome though, she couldn’t just walk away without saying something to him. Quietly Maggie came up behind Jacob, a wicked little smile on her face, it only grew as she heard him talking to himself. He was freakishly tall, which only helped his intimidation factor, but she wasn’t exactly short either so when Maharet put her hands on his shoulders to brace herself as she stood on her tip toes to speak softly in his ear, there wasn’t a colossal height difference, Jacob was only six inches taller than she was. “Then how about a swim?” She doubted that he meant the water per say, though despite the rocks he had kicked in, was already starting to calm again. “Or I can just push you in, either way…” Maggie’s smile broadened as she came around to face Jacob, her hand grazing over his wide shoulders, and down his bicep.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob could tell someone was walking up behind him, and lo and behold it was none other than his old-school rival, Maharet. Sure, they had their banters every so often, but he wasn't about to let her get flirtatious with him even as she was speaking in his ear. Grating on his nerves already, as he knew that there would be a test of wits appearing soon, and he knew fully well not to under-estimate this vixen. Oh, he knew her far too well for his own good, but he wasn't going to mention anything along the lines of what he thought of her. Oh no, in fact he had started to take a liking to her, but it didn't really benefit him at the moment.

That was the rather curious thing about Jacob, as like her, he liked to take things only if there was an ulterior motive to it, and in the long run that he was with her. Well, she might get the impression he was already sizing her up to see if she could even remotely attempt at pushing him in. Feeling her hands along his powerful arms, but he wasn't too intrigued as he let his eyes meet hers. "What, you don't have other boys to seduce and get them to fetch you stuff for you?" he mocked, although it was his way of saying hi in a rather grudge-like way.

It was obvious, he was still in his up and at her mood, although he was reserving his raw mental power for something more taxing than a verbal mind game with Maharet. Right now, he'd just play along with her, and see what he could learn. His ultimate goal, at this point, was to see what sort of game she was wanting to play with him today. As far as pushing him in, he could easily avoid that, but now she was in front of him. This was turning things around, but a normal guy would have been unable to handle her body being so close to his. Jacob soon just put a hand on her forehead using two fingers to playfully flick there softly.

"Also, I doubt you'd be the one pushing me in, but hello Maharet, someone get underneath your pretty little skin?" he asked teasingly, yet he was mocking still in his own way. Oh, now he was just curious as to what little games he could play while his arms seemed to trail her own in return. Light feathery touches that would leave so many wanting more, and he normally didn't like touching others. Maharet was at least pure blood, so that made it alright to him.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

That question was far too obvious to mean anything other than a complex hello. It amused Maharet that Jacob seemed incapable of just uttering that one syllable word to her. There were plenty of boys that fetched her things; it was what she liked most about being a girl. Boys, the majority of them at least, were incredibly stupid. All she had to do was give them a smile or bat her lashes and they were like little puppy dogs, so obedient and loyal. If it wasn’t so disgraceful Maggie might have found it cute. She wasn’t all that easy to please it seemed as those who were too easily manipulated were laughable and those that were too difficult irritated her because she couldn’t get what she wanted, even something as small as a favourable reaction, which Jacob hadn’t given her. Keeping the smile on her face she shrugged nonchalantly.

He was right; the odds of her being able to physically push him into the water were too low to even consider being a threat. The fact that he had gently flicked her had gotten under her skin. But Maggie just gritted her teeth and let the moment pass without an outward fuss. To show that it had annoyed her would only encourage him to torment her in that manner further. She assumed that it was a good thing that they knew each other as well as they did otherwise Maharet might have been intimidated by the action. Even when Jacob was playful he was foreboding, though she supposed that not many had the privilege of seeing him in a playful mood. She just brought it out in him it seemed. Yippee for her. The line between amusement and irritation was becoming thin. Maggie needed to turn it back on him, as was their ritual.

“No, no one is under my skin but what about you? You know you’re awfully tense, Jacob.” Maybe it had just been her touching him that tightened his muscles but with the comment he had made and that look on his face, she thought it was deeper than that. “If you were a little nicer to me I could help you out with that.” The offer was rhetorical, mostly. It seemed unlikely that he would relent in his icy demeanor toward her until it was of use to him. But they were always trying to one up the other. He couldn’t very well warm up to her without her getting one over on him, could he? It would be interesting to see him try though. The thought lingered in the back of her mind and Maharet sunk her teeth gently into her lower lip, blissful at the notion of it. It was a fitting gesture too, sensually coy in nature as it was.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was still figuring out what sort of angle he wanted to play this at, but as for physical confrontations, he could have easily taken her a while back. It wasn't a secret either about his allegiance to Olivia, but he had rather deep respect for Maharet. One of the few reasons he liked playing these rivalry games with her, as if he made it too easy for her, well then no one would challenge her at all. Of course, when he wasn't under pressure, it was much easier for him to come up with a plan that didn't include a fourth year Slytherin or someone easily manipulated.

Feeling challenged now, he didn't smile either, just letting a smug smirk appear on his face. It was that half-smile that indicated he was definitely up to something, and hell would freeze over if she even caught him off guard. Oh yes, he loved being prepared in cases like this, but he would never stoop as low as to duel her. No, he preferred to deal with her through words, and confront her emotionally as he sometimes could see twitches. Twitching his lip upwards as thought after thought passed his mind, and he did have the upper hand with her being near the water. Of course, he was still going to remain in a good mood no matter what she did today.

After getting back from torturing some mud-bloods and blood traitors, that was all he could ask for. Even as the peace was broken my Maharet's unusually seductive voice, which at times, he could tell when she was attempting to seduce him. Not many guys would put aside their one part to actually think with the original organ that gave them enough thought process to avoid being used. Jacob was considering just playing along for a moment as he then trailed one of his hands along the side of her body. Moving it slowly along the contours of her body.

"You know, I might be willing to compromise on a truce as it were, if that were the case, but what's the fun in that? That means I'd have yielded to such a shallow prissy minx," he taunted. Of course, now he was purposely testing her patience. Immense vocabularies would be brought forth to put any on a denser level to shame, but that was just the way it was between her and him. There was a vast difference between the two, but she hadn't nicked his temper at all.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

How that smirk of his made her blood boil. She was temperamental, when things didn’t go precisely her way to the letter Maharet was prone to seething. Jacob had a tendency to make everything go in the exact opposite way that she wanted. It was sick really that as much as Maggie hated this she also loved it. The conflicting feelings were hard for her to make any sense of and after so many years she had just stopped trying and went along with it. She hated him, and respected him, and had some strange attraction to Jacob all at the same time and each feeling clawed and fought against the others to be the most predominate.

That calming affect that running had given her had dissipated completely in the few minutes that she had spent with Jacob. A swim to cool her down didn’t seem like such a bad idea, but first thing was first, dealing with the clever brute in front of her. It was a deadly combination, brawn and brain, and rare too. Her positioning had seemed like a good idea at the time but as his hand came to caress her side Maharet was second guessing it. He could push her in, though she hoped he didn’t. Goyle had already done that to her, well not exactly pushed her but the result was the same. A small shiver passed through her from his touch, which Maggie wrote off as nothing more than being wary of the placement. She wanted to reach out and grab his arm, touch him in some form so that if he did decide to push her she would at least be in a better position to keep from falling in, but resisted the urge to.

“That cuts deep.” Maharet pouted, overly sarcastic. She didn’t disagree with his description of her, accepted it fully even. Everyone was shallow in one-way or another, and prissy too. As for her being a minx, well that couldn’t be pulled off by just anyone. Her nerves too much on edge to put it off any longer Maggie put her hand over Jacob’s inching it further up her body as a guise for her true purpose of taking hold of him. Positioning their hands on her chest over her heart Maggie looked up at him over her thick eyelashes. “Really, Love, I’m all wounded now.” Sighing deeply Maharet took a bold step closer pinning their hands between them. “I could think of plenty fun to be had… if it were the case.” Her other hand came to rest on Jacob’s chest taking a fist full of his shirt, more insurance that she wouldn’t be pushed into the lake while still keeping up with the whole strategy she had worked up for that day

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob definitely knew when he had cornered someone, but even as she was speaking to him, he was already establishing their surroundings. Jacob definitely wasn't the type to push someone into a lake, only unless they really ticked him off, but right now he was more or less just having fun with Maharet. "Woah, easy there, tigress, I'm not ready just yet. I mean, after all, would you feel more comfortable if we were away from the lake?" he asked curiously. Now, even from Jacob, it was rare for him to give her a compliment, and something else intrigued him about her. It wasn't just her that he was worried about at the moment, perhaps he'd let his victory be hers.

After all, he knew she didn't make such movements without an ulterior motive as he then swiftly moved his arms down to her legs to perhaps make it look like he was indeed about to drag her into the water. No, instead, he gently let his soft, yet large powerful hands start to rub gently, as he wasn't intent on getting her wet in that sense. Even the water behind her was long forgotten as he found himself liking her a lot more than usual, but it seemed to be a dangerous attraction that he wasn't sure she was aware of as well. Different emotions stirred within him, that gave him a confused look like a lost puppy for a moment.

Even the great Jacob Warrington had a few things that made him pause as he then looked into her eyes. Moving around her so that his arms held her close as he started to walk backwards with her closer towards a nearby tree where she'd perhaps feel more comfortable. Jacob would wonder if she knew he was even doing this in consideration for her, but even a bad boy such as himself had a soft side at times. Right now, wasn't one of those times, and it was just another ploy to get her to let go of him.

Even as his heart was starting to race a little faster, which was belittling his real feelings, considering he couldn't stand Maharet at times. Today, she was relatively tolerable compared to normal, but he wasn't going to give in just yet as he dragged his lips so close to hers. Arms now resting on her chest again, eagerly whispering to her right there, "So, you're agreeing that we're both on the same level, or are you just saying that to get what you want again? he said, his own voice now sounding more serious. Obviously she was getting to him for just the moment, but he was good at playing the field as much as she was. Finally as his hand trailed along her thigh teasingly, he soon trailed it around her neck, then down around her waist pulling her closer to him.

"Now if said truce were to begin, would we put water under the bridge?" he asked curious, and his stare at her was rather serious, the kind to freeze any woman in her tracks. The kind of look that could kill, as he wasn't playing around now, plus he now had a firm hold on her with his hands while keeping her in place against him just rotating his hips up against her once teasingly.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Knowing herself made it easier to know Jacob. He didn’t do things without being clandestine, which was why they often found themselves at an impasse, so his offer to make her more comfortable made her automatically suspicious. The fact that he had seen through her ruse wasn't too surprising though it did make Maharet upset with herself for not doing a better job at concealing her uneasiness. But there was something in his eyes that gleam of mischief that allowed her to relax slightly. That side of him she had dealt with plenty so was familiar territory, but a genuinely genteel Jacob, she wasn’t sure if she would really know how to handle him then.

Her heart skipped a beat, with fear she told herself, as his hand came down to caress her. For a split second Maggie thought that he was going to just scoop her up in his arms and toss her in but he didn’t and she was grateful. It was an odd feeling, being grateful toward Jacob. Her gaze was intently set on him watching every single alteration in his expression for any sign of the tides turning, again feeling on edge like some innocent doe poised to flee at the first sign of danger. This wasn’t like her either; she was more predatory than anything else and in this instance Maharet felt like the prey. The emotion that flickered across his face puzzled her. They both seemed a bit unsure of what was transpiring. Were they just teasing one another? Maggie refused to let her mind wander to the other possibility.

Her feet acted of their own accord, following Jacob willingly over to the tree. Her grip on him slowly lessened, fingers uncoiling from his shirt to lay flat against his chest, and what a marvelous chest that was, sturdy and firm. She could feel his heart pounding, but couldn’t bring herself to read too much into it. This was Jacob after all and she was who she was. It was a gamble even to be seen teasing him in public but she had started it and Maharet wasn’t one to let things go unfinished. His breath brushed against her lips making them tingle slightly. His words almost didn’t register with her. Was that what she was saying?

Technically, at least in her mind, they had always been on the same level, though she never admitted it or even hinted to the existence of the idea that it might be true. To say that in no way she didn’t want this from him right now would have been a lie and Maggie knew that claiming they were on the same level would get her what she wanted. So what was she supposed to say to that? Her moments of contemplation were interrupted by the possessive hold that Jacob took on her. Bodies pressed together, lust filling her senses; she was a bit disoriented by the whole ordeal. Still she never broke eye contact with Jacob, hoping to steel any thoughts that he might get of finally getting to her on a level neither one of them had ever achieved.

The way that he looked at her was deadly too. A wrong or insincere reply wouldn’t be taken kindly at all and not in the playful banter reprimand that was their usual either. Her mouth opened to speak but instead a small, husky breath escaped as Jacob rotated his hips against her. So this was what it was like for the boys that she tormented sexually. She didn’t hate it exactly because it felt wonderful, but it wasn’t ideal either. Regaining her composure enough to reply Maharet slowly reached up to wrap her arms around Jacob’s neck letting her fingernails scrap tenderly against the nape of his neck. Putting all the rivalry behind them and starting new was appealing in the moment, but what about tomorrow? Would Maggie feel the same way or was this just one of those whims that were so terribly fleeting? She didn’t want to lie to him. No, she did, or she needed to so she could hold onto a glimmer of the person she truly was rather than some silly girl submissive to Jacob Warrington. But she was getting what she wanted in the process, wasn’t that enough? “Under the bridge,” Maggie confirmed vaguely because vagueness wasn’t lying. Tomorrow was subjective and so was her affirmation.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob almost forgot, that she was a wily one, and he almost had to correct his mistake before it would even happen, but he also thought there was more to this teasing than usual. Jacob was normally more hard to get than just giving in to her body, but he was just figuring he didn't even tell her what he had originally planned. As soon as her hand trailed down the nape of his neck, he pulled away from her lips completely denying her access for a minute or two. Even his gaze softened a little, which was rather easy for him to do. The most worthy opponents never under-estimated Jacob whenever he was contemplating something. Sure, it may have taken him a while to think, but a lot of thoughts could go on in that precise moment. All of them would surely effect Maharet.

Sure, this was a brand new start, but he knew fully well she'd take advantage of that fact for now, although she had no idea what he was fully capable of. Normally their manipulation was playful and trying to just get one up over the other. Luckily for her, today was not one of his days he wanted to play those games for the time being, and he was getting just what he wanted too. Water under the bridge, it was obvious that she hadn't read his facial expression, but he normally never lied unless it was a white truth. In this case, he didn't even mention when the truce would end either today, and in that case he had to smirk knowingly.

Maybe it was in his knowledge that he just continued to tease her as his hand along her back slid just below where her shirt began to smoothly caress her skin on her back. Massaging in slow circles for a moment, until he then stopped rotating those hips for that sexual sensation that almost made him slip into a euphoric state. Jacob was considering just being ignorant, and having those blissful moments that he would enjoy without having to worry about Maharet just turning this on him. Yet, he was the one that had stopped the advancements, and soon started up again. Obviously, lust was working it's way into his system too, and wasn't sure if he could stop himself this time.

Jacob knew that she should be feeling honored that he was paying attention to her in such a way, but his cold attitude did soften up just a little bit for a change. Giving in to his desires, and giving her what she probably wanted out of him, soon pressed his lips close to hers again. This time he headed straight down for her neck, letting his lips trail soft feather-touch kisses up to her ear-lobe, lightly nibbling on it. Not many guys at this school knew how to fully tease, but Jacob had practice, not one to brag though. That's why not many even knew about how good he was once they had him, and realized they lost a great thing.

Jacob forgot that Maharet hadn't experienced that, as he teased her, now turning around so she was pressed up against the tree instead of him, grinning slightly. Not being rough with her as he gently made sure she was in place while his hands were still around her waist, and soon he moved his lips to hers. Pressing his against her full, soft ones, losing himself in the moment as a soft moan escaped from the impressive Jacob Warrington for a change. That was definitely a huge compliment for her, and now he was just done talking for the moment. Mind having gone to other places, but he was still dangerous even if he wasn't thinking.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

It wasn’t often that Maharet wasn’t in control in situations like this. She was usually the one guiding the advancements and now she found herself following Jacob’s lead. As he pulled away though, despite her sexual frustration in that moment, she found herself smiling. Being teased wasn’t her usual but it was amusing and incredibly sexy actually. Maggie should have known that of all people Jacob would be one of the few to try and make her the submissive one, but it had slipped her mind, it being too confused with what was really happening here. It had started as her just messing with him, but at some point that had been dropped. Seeing his expression soften she became uneasy again. He was thinking, that was never a good thing.

She didn’t make any indication that she noticed this though. Really, she didn’t see the gain in it. Her main concern was getting Jacob to continue what they started. The smirk that crossed his face a moment or so later caused Maharet to raise her eyebrows. It bothered her that she didn’t know what exactly it was that he was thinking. She could speculate all she like but would never know unless Jacob told her, which Maggie found unlikely so didn’t bother to even ask. Aside from wanting to do their usual, manipulating one other and the such, she had a feeling, based on the way that he touched her, that they both wanted each other now. It was probably a bad idea, but she did bad things all the time.

As his hands kneaded her back Maharet instinctively arched her back pressing herself against him even harder than before. They couldn’t get any closer than they currently were with clothes on, but hell if they weren’t trying. That grinding of his hips against her was so taunting. Maharet’s fingernails dug into Jacob’s shoulders, as it was all she could do to keep herself restrained. He was driving her crazy and Maggie hoped that Jacob was feeling that same pressure building inside of him, because if he was he wouldn’t make her go through it for much longer. At least that was what she hoped.

Jacob always did have a certain sex appeal to him. It wasn’t just because he was attractive but also because of the way he held himself. When a girl looked at him they could just picture how strong and demanding he was in bed, or Maggie could see it. For a brief moment his lips touched hers. The second her lips were released though Maharet licked her lower lip tasting him there. With each kiss he dotted along her neck her grip on his shoulders lessened as she became more relaxed. Maharet’s skin was humming, wanting more and her senses hyper sensitive in her current state of desire.

The bark of the tree poking through the thin fabric of her top barely registered with her. Even though Jacob was being extremely gentle with her there was still strength and power in his actions. Her pulse was quickened from the anticipation; her eyes ran over Jacob eagerly, impatient and searching. He was grinning, which only made her heart pound harder in her chest. When Jacob’s lips captured hers Maharet kissed back letting all that had been pent up while he was teasing her loose. He was good, she had to give him that. His moan was very complimentary though only making her want to hear it again. Maggie’s hand dropped to the hem of Jacob’s shirt wiggling its way underneath to feel those incredibly hard abs of his. She clawed at him tenderly, letting her finger trace their contours lightly as she continued to kiss him. It wasn’t long before her tongue moved along his lower lip requesting entrance.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob, the one manipulative mastermind, who was now succumbing to his inner desires, was finally falling to Maharet's wiles, although he wasn't going to say anything anymore. Even as he had pressed her against the tree, and his body was naturally reacting to her own pressing against his. Of course, his eyes sometimes traveled down to wander near her navel, or slightly upwards at times. Just to catch glimpses, but he knew she oozed of sexuality no matter what she wore. Jacob was well aware she was a bad girl, but most others couldn't see it as he had danced that same tango with her every so often. Right now, he was leading her on to the point where he was about to stop.

That immense teasing gesture would surely put her over the edge if he went through with his plan, but he doubted she'd want to resist him as all common sense was now lost. Even when Jacob wasn't thinking, as mentioned before, there was still some shred of a brain left him in to know when to quit what he was doing. One hand trailed along Maggie's thigh softly, as Jake seemed quite caught up in his actions having removed it from her back after kneading it slowly. Now he was trying to ooze more of her delightful moans from her lips until he felt her starting to kiss him passionately in return again. Jacob's own reaction was to press as close as he could, not that there was any more room for that as she closed the gap between them.

Sensually rubbing his hips up and down, molding his own against hers as they looked like two passionate lovers just trying to get the upper hand on one another. Just like their manipulation, but this was a more...romantic fight it seemed, if it could even be considered that. Jacob never really had feelings for women, just passing moments where he needed a quick fix, but right now he was feeling something different. It was at the point he almost wanted to black-mail Maggie into making her his own, but perhaps he could. There was always someone she was eager to manipulate, but now his thoughts were far from any of those again.

Her intoxicating flavor filled his nostrils as he felt her full ones pressing against his own again, and as her hands pushed up underneath his shirt, a cool shiver ran down his back. That one shiver that always indicated a man was being pleased quite extraordinarily well, and he was just getting into the vibes that were coursing through his body. Opening his mouth slowly as her wet muscle slicked up his own making him part his own to let his own tongue start to meet with hers as he tilted his head. The kiss only deepening now as the massaging of her back became more like feather-soft touches to tease her. Now his hands were moving from around her waist to along her navel, trailing slowly up and down.

Even if she was ticklish, that was not his goal, it was to mainly tease her, then they'd travel up to her sides, to her arms. Then back down again, following the same soft pattern, but he could have done so much worse if he wasn't so into her right now. There was no guarantee that they'd even walk out of this without ending up on the ground soon, and he was almost content with that just happening. Another one of those desirable moans left his lips, while his one hand trailed along Maggie's thigh just once more, only to elicit a moan from her or attempting to. Whispering gently against her lips, "So, Maharet, you enjoying yourself?" he asked, and now would be the time to be cautious as his voice was rather alluring, as well as seductive at that moment, pulling out of the kiss just a little to speak that. Then pushing himself back into it, to let his tongue dance with hers once more in their usual tango.


Notes; (OOC)Might have to fade out soon haha, of course, we're not going to end the thread just like that, I don't like starting one, then making it so short.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

If not for the pure instinct of it Maharet wouldn’t have been fighting with Jacob at that point, but even when all inhibitions were lost she found herself struggling to keep their usual rapport up, only in a different capacity now. She liked this better though. That could have just been her desire influencing her, but at the time all Maggie could think was how good it felt to be with Jacob. It made her shudder. Not out of repulsion like she would have thought just yesterday but out of lust. All those years and only now Maharet was beginning to realize, or more accurately suspect, that their constant banter was just masked sexual tension.

She could feel his eyes roaming over her body, although her eyes were currently closed. It warmed her skin just as his hands rubbing along her limbs did. Even after Jacob’s hand left a certain spot on her body she could feel him there, tingling from the heat and texture of his hand. As a man his skin was naturally rougher than hers and the contrast of it against her soft and supple skin was absolutely lovely. As Jacob’s hand moved from her thigh to her back a quiet moan sounded in the back of her throat. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take without going further with Jacob than she planned to. But she wanted more; it was a notion that she had been flirting with since Jacob was so receptive of her.

His shiver was powerful enough that Maharet could feel it. She knew what that meant and it pleased her to know that he was enjoying it as much as she was. How could he not though? He had turned things hot and heavy rather quickly and Maggie had only contributed to it. The sensation that coursed through her body when their tongues met was staggering. Her tongue caressed his, occasionally sweeping very lightly against the roof of his mouth. The more that Jacob touched her, the longer that they kissed, the greater her craving for him became. There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to sleep with him now.

Her body was still, if not more, hyper sensitive, and as his fingers tracked across her stomach Maharet squirmed against Jacob. She never did that, and even now it had been involuntary. The path his hands were following left Maggie feeling anxious. The pleasure that was building inside of her was harder to contain, she didn’t know how much longer she could wait for Jacob to finish her off. Even the thought of it stirred a mixture of joy and loathing inside of her. Maggie was upset that he had that much of an influence over her sexually, but was too impressed to be stubborn enough to deny herself the pleasure that he would bring.

All that she could get out was a small sound of agreement. Maharet certainly was enjoying herself. Jacob knew what he was doing and probably had the prowess to drag out the teasing for longer. She just hoped he wouldn’t be so cruel as to torment her any more. How much could he handle anyway? Maggie wasn’t interesting in testing his stamina to resist. Her hand slowly moved down to his waist, her fingers brushing against the top of his trousers, quickly finding the button and was just as quick to undo it. Keeping her waiting was surely too cruel for even him.

[OOC: Yeah, just like skip ahead to the aftermath or something. I don’t like short threads either.]

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

About an hour or two later...

Jacob wasn't sure what came over him just then, one minute they were up against a tree torturing each other with the foreplay. Then the next moment they were down on the ground with Jacob leaning against the tree with his back in a sitting position just enjoying the comfort of it. Jacob's shirt was still off of him, but he had pants on still. Yet it was obvious what had transpired, and he was sure that neither of them would forget this at all, but Jacob had a possessive hold on Maharet's waist. Not wanting to let her go at all, since that was obviously the most exciting thing he had ever happen, and it was hard for Jacob to compliment someone in general. Even so, these words would perhaps haunt or be memorable to Maharet, he really didn't know, "Next time though, I'm pushing you in the water," he teased her. Obviously he wasn't going to, but it was just his way of saying how good it was.

Even as his breathing was still starting to slow down, but he had gone on for a while, realizing the time had passed quickly for such a long endeavor. Jacob definitely hadn't lost his stamina, while he was wanting to tug his shirt on about then, but he was content being half-dressed. At least it wasn't like he was stark-naked, but he had the necessities on to keep him from looking inappropriate as one hand stroked Maharet's smooth skin alongside her cheek. Was he actually being affectionate for a change? So maybe there was a softer side to him, but he had definitely dominated her in the teasing department as was his job. Looking up towards the sky, he wished everyone in Hogwarts was a blood purist.

It would make his and everyone else's jobs so much easier. Not that his mind was preoccupied with thoughts about that as Maharet was actually the only thing on his mind right now. Even after giving himself to her, and now she knew what it was like to be with him. Jacob wondered how much that would change her views of him, but he knew for a fact that he was still going to tease her every so often. Stretching out slightly he soon started to give her a back massage, kneading it softly, and then spread his legs out on either side. "Care for a back rub?" he calmly asked her in her ear sensually.

If it wasn't one thing after what they had done, but he was intent on just keeping her pleased for the time being. Considering he now had his guard raised again already, but his body wasn't tense as he knew how to relax his muscles so that his partner could not deny what they were feeling as actual feelings. There was nothing else to say really, but he wondered if Maharet was still going to continue her run after this. Jacob wouldn't mind joining her just to test her stamina, not that she needed to. Jacob knew first-hand that stamina wasn't everything, but yes he did resist her a little longer than most men would have.

Most men, she wasn't that bad, well to him she wasn't, and if it stayed this way for a while, he'd be content with whatever they had here.
[OOC:Alright, doing that now]

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Being outside did call for a certain appropriateness, which Maharet was quick to stick to once the passion had been exhausted, what had it been an hour or more? She was quite impressed. Finding herself in Jacob’s lap, his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her put, she normally would have been sickened by the aftermath cuddling, but was content with him. She was comfortable leaning against his bare chest feeling it rise and fall heavily as they both came down from their high. Maggie was in a sort of blissful daze as she wound down watching a pair of birds race about in the sky chasing one another. A shiver slipped up her spine as he spoke lowly beside her ear. Next time? Maharet hadn’t thought about that but noticed that her lips were tugged up into a small smile. She would be okay with a next time, definitely. “Next time though, I’m dragging you in with me.” Maggie retorted playfully, but it lacked the challenge that usually laced anything she said to him.

Her eyes closed as Jacob’s hand caressed her cheek, subtly leaning into it. Maharet had never under-estimated him but to say that she expected him to ever show her this particular side of him would be a lie. She still wasn’t sure what it all meant. Jacob had wanted water under the bridge, sure, but what more did he want? Maggie tried to focus on figuring it out but all she really wanted to do was just sit there and enjoy being with him. It was a strange concept for her. There were other boys that her attention was supposed to be focused on. Hector for example. They were technically dating after all, though Maharet hardly let that stop her from working on other agendas.

Jacob had started out as one of those agendas, but now she couldn’t recall what she had originally wanted from him. It couldn’t have been all that important, probably nothing more than to let him know that she was still better than him. That message seemed to have been lost though. Maharet had allowed and enjoyed him being the dominant one. She hadn’t been completely submissive, but if she were being honest with herself, she hadn’t been in control at all. Maggie felt that she should be angry with herself over it but wasn’t. The pleasure more than made up for the compliance.

Maharet accommodated his new position fitting herself between Jacob’s legs. How would this change their relationship? She found it hard to believe that either one of them could go back to the rigid taunting. Having had Jacob, Maggie had a feeling that she would crave him again and despite her strong will it was only a matter of time before she gave into her desires. Was it even worth resisting? Maharet was glad that Jacob was behind her and couldn’t see her face. It allowed her expressions to change without him scrutinizing her over them or taking advantage of the moment of weakness. She indulged in his back rub managing to get out, “Yes please.” Before realizing that she had just been genuinely polite toward him. Please, she had really just said please.

Frowning heavily she tried to make sense of it all. It was Jacob; that fact kept coming back to her. Trusting him completely or him trusting her completely was impossible, obviously. Neither would really want to let the other be in charge either. Would that harm or just make things more interesting between them if they had a different kind of relationship then they had just yesterday? It wasn’t like either could openly admit to being together; both had things to tend to that required in-exclusivity. Maharet was getting ahead of herself though and pushed all those troubling thoughts away to once again indulge in the massage that Jacob was giving her. It gave her a little bit of time to catch her breath and regain her strength. Despite the exertion of the sex, Maharet had promised herself that run and wasn’t about to let it go undo just because of Jacob. She waited another few minutes before springing to her feet. “Come on enough of this cuddling, you can join me for my run.” Maharet smiled down at Jacob and even, hesitantly, offered him her hand.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was fine with just being hers for today, but yes things were subject to change tomorrow as he had no intention of sharing her with anyone. Jacob was going to keep a close eye on her, no matter what wiles she tried to use to avoid him, but he also had the advantage since he could sneak around the castle. Most of the students were afraid of him so if he even stepped close to them, and just asked where she had gone they'd be glad to part with the information instead of winding up on the floor. Only the few that resisted were always made an example of, and Jacob had earned his nickname that way. Well one of the few nick-names he liked hearing was "Snakebite", and was considering using that as his name within Olivia's followers.

Nah, that would be so lame and last year using a cliche name like that. So he just stuck with being terrible, atrocious Jake, and even as rumors had spread around about his attack on Theresa Kelsey. It was just making him grin, but he was reminded every time of Olivia's punishment that she had given him. Jacob seriously didn't want to cross Olivia like that again, but as he was contemplating this, his thoughts were halted as he looked up at Maharet. Watching her body moving sensually as his eyes followed her movements, and then as his eyes looked along her perfect form. Soon took her hand with his own, using his powerful muscles to pull himself up yet at the same time pulled her towards him. Arms snaking around her waist as he kissed her passionately one more time, as he then let her go whispering into her ear, "You know, I just thought of something, I bet you'd rather be free than tied down, although let's just call this our benefit package for now," he whispered to her.

Letting her go, he was soon tugging on his shirt, and even though he didn't have the appropriate clothes on for running he was rather interested in challenging her stamina in this aspect too. No one would compare to Jacob when it came to satisfying women, but he wasn't going to go bragging to anyone. Only a select few would know about this encounter, in fact only ONE person would know about it. Luckily, Maharet was a pureblood and Olivia would highly approve of him perhaps spreading the love so to speak. It was unlikely anything would come of it, but Jacob would enjoy his time with Maharet while it still lasted. Not that he was afraid of this relationship becoming stale, but he other one-night stands to uphold.

Jacob figured that this wasn't a one-day sort of thing, but he kept his comments to himself as he spoke to her again. "Do you run for two miles usually or just until you know you can't run?" he asked her curiously, thinking that she didn't normally go for a run unless she was genuinely pissed at someone. It was Jacob's job to remind her of why she had gone for a run in the first place, but their 'exercising' earlier would have helped her out a little too. Now just keeping a gentle pace once she started running, keeping up beside her.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Maharet gasped, and mentally scolded herself for it, as she was pulled into his body once more one Jacob was standing. His arms around her felt so domineering and as much as Maggie loved power it was no wonder that she enjoyed that quality in her men. She kissed back in kind almost melting into Jacob when he pulled away. As much as Maharet would have liked to think that she had transcended past bodily desires, she was still subject to them like any other female. “That’s fine.” Her voice came out more breathy than she had intended it to. She needed to sort herself out and was able to do so enough within a span of a few seconds to leave Jacob with a reason, other than her submitting to his will, as to why.

“Besides, I’m dating Hector Wulfe.” Maggie hadn’t really advertised that for obvious reasons. She was just using the boy for a bit of fun. Ruining people’s lives could be very entertaining and her current target had tried so very hard to keep his werewolf side at bay, but Maharet was encouraging him to be bad. It was more fun to be bad and as she had realized years ago, she was extremely attracted to power. Hector in his wolf form happened to be very powerful. Maharet supposed that it wasn’t just power that lured her but danger too. She walked on the wild side, so to speak. Jacob could be dangerous too, though not in the same way as some of Maggie’s other lovers, still very ominous.

Being released Maharet let her hair down running her fingers through it to put it back up more neatly than Jacob had left it. She pouted when she looked back over at Jacob seeing that his shirt was back on. “You should have left it off.” Maggie informed in mock sadness. But with his shirt now on and her hair fixed there was no reason to prolong starting, at least there hadn’t been until Jacob asked how long they would be running. “Until I tired.” There was no telling as it varied from day to day, but Maggie wouldn’t have been surprised if it was shorter than her usual considering. She felt rather rejuvenated though.

Setting off Maggie kept to more of a jog while she warmed up a bit. Jacob was right beside her though. Seeing him there stirred up a tinge of that old rivalry. It was too sweet to leave in the past, though Maharet had a feeling it wouldn’t be as severe or bitter anymore. Friendly competition was acceptable though, wasn’t it? Running always did help Maggie clear her mind. It hadn’t been a specific person that made Maharet want to run but the general annoyance with the masses, though there had been that one handsy boy in the common room, but that wasn’t worthy of lingering annoyance. Maggie glanced over at Jacob, flashed him a smile, and picked up her pace gradually building speed to test just how good he was, even in his inappropriate running attire. She had the upper hand in that case, but Jacob was taller and stronger, so Maharet figured it evened out for the most part.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob didn't know exactly what he was feeling at the moment, but the brisk air was certainly covering his form, although he had noticed Maharet looking at him. Raising an eyebrow, and realizing he had seduced her into wanting him. Yet that had been such a rigorous exercise that left him wanting more of her, and he wasn't about to let anyone else have her. Perhaps his next target would be Hector, after all, Jacob -really- didn't like sharing at all, but that just gave him ideas. Soon he gave her a knowing smile as his face lifted upwards, and then his eyebrow raised at the same time. The one look that scared everyone, no matter who it was, and it was indicating he had plans for Hector. Jacob would gladly leave him alone, but only if Maharet behaved for him.

That was the one thing he had wanted to hear from her, "So, until you're tired, that shouldn't take long, and I see. Well, there must be a reason for it, you don't usually do anything unless it benefits you. Just a warning though, I might just have to claim you," he said to her. His voice serious as he tilted his head at her, already changing his pace right when she did. Obviously able to keep up, and what did she think he did? Just lounge in the Slytherin dungeons plotting? Oh it really didn't matter at the moment, but he had other needs. Even so, Jacob was easily considering if he wanted to end what they had right now.

Sprinting forward, he deftly avoided any branches that came near him if he got too close to the edge of the brush, but luckily there weren't that many trees in the course of their path. Jacob was definitely not considering this a competition, but even with those words he had just used towards her. It felt odd that he could even feel a connection to Maharet, but he was very wary of her. As his mind wandered over the many possibilities of why this had even worked out in the long run, but he was sure they would still taunt each other at every turn they'd get just to joke around. Of course, the joking would probably lead to the same sexual tension from earlier, but that could all change.

Jacob was definitely not the type to settle down with anyone, and he was sure he had a reputation to uphold from just that. Holding himself high as he kept running, picking up more speed to tease Maharet. Testing her own endurance as his muscles seemed to spring to life to give him that extra kick, almost bursting into a full run. Now he was going to have fun, and wondered if she could actually keep up with him. Getting most of his practice chasing first years across the grounds with a stupid face, but most pure blood first years he chased around too just to tease them. Mostly the ones that looked up to him, and taught him the blood purist ways within his own house. Jacob figured they should get that mindset into their heads while they were still young.

Another reason he was probably feared was his influence on the younger years within his own house, but some of them had resisted to his dismay. Thoughts soon ceased as he kept glancing over at Maharet to see her assets at some points, which slightly made him wish he could just push her up against a tree again. Shaking his head, as he deftly avoided running into an actual person that shouldn't have been there in the first place and he snarled at them. "Next time, I won't be nice," he said, but he kind of just pushed the person out of his way as he was saying that. Just the way he was, and he would never change.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

That look was so sinister. Maharet wasn’t easily intimidated but something about Jacob whenever he looked at her that way made her shiver. It wasn’t that she cared what happened to Hector it was that she cared about Jacob messing up her plans. There wasn’t much that Maggie could do about it either. Persuading Jacob to keep his mouth shut and his hands to himself would all depend on how charitable he was feeling at any given moment. She couldn’t be so naïve to think that her influence over him was any greater than it had been either.

“Of course, I was bored at the time and it turns out that he has more to offer than meets the eye.” Going into detail about exactly what it was that Hector had to offer didn’t seem like that great of an idea. Even if they were lessening their rivalry, she couldn’t very well show Jacob all her cards. Maharet didn’t expect him to either. If he did some respect would definitely be lost. As for Jacob claiming her for his own the mere notion of it made Maggie giggle, breathy considering that the faster they ran the more labored her breathing was.

“What makes you think that I am to be had?” What a concept that would be. Her, claimed as though she were some prize to be won. Had Jacob already forgotten that she wasn’t a prize but one of the players? The smile adorning her lips was thoroughly amused and Maharet even allowed herself a few moments to entertain the thought of being won, all hypothetical of course. But in doing so Maggie did realize that if she was won by someone Jacob was a fine choice. She wouldn’t be disappointed at the very least.

As he sped up Maharet did a decent enough job of keeping pace, but her muscles strained to do so. When Jacob barreled into he boy who so foolishly had crossed his path she was grateful for it. After all she was supposed to be some goody two-shoes, sweet little Ravenclaw Prefect, it was the perfect opportunity to take a break from the run without seeming weak, which was something that Maharet desperately wanted to avoid. Stopping she knelt down to the boy offering an apologetic smile and then her hand to help him up. “You must forgive Jacob, his manners are absolutely atrocious.” Consequently, Maggie was easing the younger boys fear of the great and terrible Jacob Warrington as a nervous smile began to form on his face with Maharet there to be his little guardian angel, so to speak. Leaning in closer she spoke lowly in the boy’s ear, “You better go before he goes all Cro-Magnon on you.” Laughing softly Maharet pulled away giving a playful wink and the boy chuckling slightly scurried off glancing back once to get a good look at the big, bad Slytherin. “You lack finesse.” Maggie informed approaching Jacob.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob figured he would get that type of response from Maggie, even as he had known her most of his life, and knew there would be many more surprises to overcome. Right now, he thought it was amusing that she thought he couldn't control her, but in reality it was scary what he could accomplish when his anger didn't control him. Right now, he just happened to be lucky enough to keep his cool, but normally he could with Maharet near him. Whatever it was about her calmed him to the core, and he couldn't help but at least prod at that notion. Not wanting it to get out of control, so he just shrugged it off giving the boy a fake smile.

"Sorry kid, caught me in a bad mood," he blatantly lied, but then just waved him off. Obviously already feeling a strong distaste growing in his mouth at having acted rather foul towards the lad, well in his own way he thought that was foul to even be considerate to someone else. The few he was gentle with should have been considerate of him that he didn't rip their throats out on the spot. Mostly, he wasn't too frightening, if you knew just about everything there was to know about him. Jacob did keep a lot to himself still, and not everyone knew about his many different relationships in the past. Maharet was too close to his family to even bother hiding anything, but he did have his share of secrets.

What more was there than just beating around the bush with all of this foreplay to what they had just done earlier, now he was tempted to continue where they left off again. Just cause it had lead them to that far along in their 'relationship', as he noticed her being rather sincere to the boy. Even as he was running off, and glancing back at Jacob he gave the boy a menacing grin. One that would not be forgotten anytime soon, "So we're letting the little ones get away without disciplining them properly on how purebloods have the right of way?" he asked cautiously.

Since it was just her and him again, now he had the advantage. Walking up to her, his one arm pulled her close as he kissed her full lips deeply on the spot. Inhaling her scent as it was rather intoxicating and filled him to the brim with ecstasy, as he then had to pull back. Just letting her go, while tilting his head towards her, "I doubt you'll want anyone else for a while, besides, I'm not going to admit that I was the one that caved in to you. I'm sure I could easily make it like you were the one chasing me," he taunted her. Not going back to their old ways just a little, but in a more playful manner.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

If that was the case, Jacob was always in a bad mood. Maharet didn’t call him out on this though and she had a feeling that the boy knew better than to believe Jacob either. Everyone was well aware of the type of person he was. There were times when Maggie envied him for not having to hide who he really was, but then she remembered that her method allowed her more opportunities. If people thought you were nice they would be more inclined to trust you. Maharet was a fan of violence herself, but she rarely used brutish tactics. For her, hurting someone emotionally was more satisfying. She liked to get inside people’s heads and screw them up, leaving psychological wounds rather than physical ones, as they lasted so much longer. Still, Maggie did enjoy watching physically violent men at work. It turned her on.

“Its bad enough being seen with you in public,” It sounded as though Maharet was degrading him, which she was but wasn’t genuine about it. No, the real issue was her reputation. Being seen with Jacob could risky, with him being so widely recognized as a brute it didn’t do much for the good girl façade she had worked seven long years to build. “I couldn’t very well let him scurry off and tell his mates that I didn’t do anything about it.” She pointed out folding her arms across her chest just to make sure that her irritation with his actions would be assumed. Really, Maggie didn’t expect Jacob to change while she was around. It wasn’t what she wanted either, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to use it to her benefit. Going behind him to soothe the trail of bodies Jacob left in his wake could only help her.

Her aggravated expression melted away as his arm coiled around her pulling her into an embrace. Jacob’s body was surprisingly warm and inviting despite his demeanor and Maggie found herself relishing in the sensation that it stirred inside of her. She was almost certain that he did it on purpose. Like it was some kind of attempt to lower her guard, and it worked more than Maharet would have liked. Her sensibility was demanding that she distance herself from Jacob, physically as well as emotionally, but instead Maggie stood her ground, rooted to the spot that he had left her.

“You could… but who would believe you?” She came back at him quickly, casually. A smug little smile planted itself lightly on her lips. A more valid question would have been; who would admit that they didn’t believe him? But that favoured Jacob rather than her and Maharet simply couldn’t have that. Closing the space between them again Maggie put her hand to Jacob’s cheek moving her thumb gently back and forth. “Sweet little thing like me chasing some big, bad Slytherin,” Her tone was husky, dripping with sensuality. “Like you. Impossible.” Giggling mischievously Maharet gave Jacob’s cheek a light love tap before turning away from him pretending to be interested in a bird building a nest in a nearby tree.