No one even knew it was really only you (Blythe)

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob considered the many events of the day, but why he was in Hogsmeade, it was a mystery to even him. Considering he never liked venturing far from the school, and right now he could care less what else could happen to him. As casual as it was for him to wear some black jeans and a long-sleeved white shirt that covered him pretty well. Hazel eyes gazed out towards the entrance of the Hog's head, and it almost seemed to call to him on the spot. Very few people could actually catch Jacob's attention with just a sway of their body, but he knew of others that loved to tease him.

Jacob was used to getting what he wanted without a fight, and just ordering a drink was no different to him. Unable to focus completely on what was transpiring before him, he was almost to the point of no return. As the doors swung open, his cool, calculating gaze traveled along the tavern. Surely, a few heads had perked up in his direction, but he figured people would try to avoid his gaze if he glared at him. Scaring off a few other fellow students that were lounging here, but definitely wasn't going to tell them why he was here in the first place. Was it to meet an old friend? No, he just liked to spend his time alone at times.

Jacob wished people could mind their own business when they didn't need to stick it in the muck that would soon come out of it. If there was anything else that annoyed Jacob, but he did have a woman he had liked for a while. Even if they had been a crush at some point, but he had ended it after realizing they were probably better off as friends...with some sort of beneficial properties to it. Even as Jacob considered this, he was already drinking a butter beer that he had ordered on the spot. Today wasn't going to be boring he hoped, but he kept that to himself, while trying to determine if he was in a good mood or not.

It all really depended on who talked to him here, but he really didn't want anyone talking to him at all. Anyone in their right minds would avoid him, but he knew of a few that would approach him no matter what. Large, powerful hands continued to grasp the bottle as he drank from his thin lips as his hazel eyes looked towards the entrance. Shaggy brown hair wavered as he pushed some of it back to get a better view of the patrons around him.

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[blythe]

With a wave of her hand, Blythe casually dismissed Blair from her presence, telling the girl that she could go and do whatever she wanted with her friends before meeting back with Blythe in a few hours, when she’d take them all out to dinner. There was an occasion associated to this, she supposed, but it didn’t involve her, so she really couldn’t care less. All she’d known was that her sister had asked her to take them to Hogsmeade for the night, and while Blythe didn’t really see any gain in this for herself (they were all far too young to be any fun with her, and they were all girls) she really couldn’t say no to her baby sister. And so, Blythe was stuck using her free time to show the girls one of the secret passageways that lead from the Hogwarts dungeons to the town nearby. Honestly, Blythe didn’t know if it was one of the ‘Hogsmeade weekends’ when the students were allowed to venture into the town; she’d never paid attention to them much, always going whenever she felt like it, rather than when someone told her she could. Usually, someone asked her to go with them, and she did, heedless of the fact if other students were there or not, and preferring to concentrate on what she was doing and no one else.

The bottom of her dress swished around her milky thighs as she parted from the younger and much smaller girls to venture and do what she needed to do. (Two years was quite the difference for the two sisters.) It had been quite an impromptu request of her sister’s, and Blythe hadn’t had the time to figure out if she had needed to do anything or get anything from the village before they left, leaving her clueless as to what to fill her solitary hours with. Though she was certain she wasn’t going to turn back and join her sister and her little teenybopper friends with whatever they were going to do, probably gush over the latest teen starlet, whoever that was. Which was altogether a waste of her time, and completely boring.

Blythe resigned herself to picking at the polish on her nails before finding that her feet had carried her to the doorstep of the Hog’s Head. Shrugging to herself, she pushed open the door, placing her hand on the part that assumed to be the cleanest and least likely to get her sick. If she had nothing to do, she’d enjoy a drink, and probably something else if she had her way. Now that was a much better way to spend her time than with children she didn’t quite like and only tolerated for her little sister’s sake. Disinterested in anything but herself, as usual, Blythe seemingly stared at the floor as her heeled feet expertly navigated around the tables and people in her way, as she made a beeline for the bar, fully aware of the multiple pairs of eyes that were following her as she did so. She settled herself on a free stool, and waved the bartender over, ordering her drink before finally turning to scope out the rest of her occupants.

“Drinking alone, Jacob?” she asked innocently as her eyes settled on a familiar head of shaggy brown hair. “A little sad, even for you, isn’t it?” her lips quirked up in her customary half-smirk as her tongue reached out to moisten them.



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[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was just relaxing and enjoying his drink when suddenly someone came up to sit near him, he almost felt his blood boiling at this point. Realizing exactly who it was just right after she had spoke to him, but he soon was smiling normally. Oh yes, tonight was going to indeed be a fun one if she was the one he thought it was, but he never misked up women, ever. Sure, he was a bad boy, but not many could actually tame his wild nature at times. Even Blythe at one point had tried taming his savage drive, but alas, no partner would ever satisfy him. Although their little arrangement definitely had it's 'benefits', for lack of better word, and he finally just settled in his seat deciding to go with the flow. After all, they were bound to talk about each other's love interests sooner or later. A subject that would make him rather bored in the long run.

Even so, he went to the conventional method of saying hello as was customary with continuing a conversation that he knew would end up somewhere other than this dreary place. Jacob only came here to pass the time, considering he was rather bored and wasn't with his usual trio of friends. Somehow managing to end up with another girl to go gallivanting off with, but this said girl was definitely worth it. A pureblood and an Avery no doubt, not often that you find those combinations these days. As usual he just tilted the butter beer back and was soon talking to Blythe as if this was a usual weekend for him, "Hey Blythe, yes I'm just going to wallow away my sorrows," he said to her in return. As soon as he finished his butter beer, he started to just linger at the fact there was more to this than just your average conversation too. Once more, he found himself on the verge of just walking away from the wily temptress beside him.

Surely, she knew what she did to him still, and he had indeed been parched the last few nights. Well, in other words, he hadn't been getting his daily share of what he wanted, but soon he was just looking to Blythe, smiling at her, the genuine smile the rare few got to see. Even lighting up his face, but as weird as it may seem, even his smile could be a little chilling to many. It had that powerful aura of brute strength and power behind it as much as it did that genuine little tinge of decency he had for his own kind. "What brings you here? Come to listen to the tales of the old weary travelers or are you just here for "fun" I as put it?" he asked her curiously just sipping continuously at the butter beer. Blythe was definitely gorgeous in her own rights, and they both got along well, even for being friends with benefits. Most would think they were still actually going out, but right now, they were just chatting like friends should.

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[blythe]

Honestly, she wasn’t quite sure why she kept coming to this place. The first time she’d ventured into the Hog’s Head a few years ago, her first impression was that it was absolutely filthy and smelled horrid; she had vowed never to return even if she was forced. Yet, continuously, she found herself sitting on the same seat as she was now. She supposed it was a better alternative than the Three Broomsticks, which on its best of days, was filled to the brim with halfbloods and mudbloods, all together people she didn’t want to be around, let alone have to associate with. So regardless of the fact that only the Three Broomsticks served the goblin wine she liked, she came to the Hog’s Head and endured a small amount of firewhiskey instead. Simply a small price to pay. But she really couldn’t get over the dust that filled the place, and even now, did her best not to touch too many things, keeping herself to her stool, propping her foot on the bar that ran around the legs at the bottom, daintily crossing her legs in some semblance of dignity.

“Good evening,” she greeted back to Jacob as the barman came and handed her the glass she’d been waiting on. Though she reached for her purse, she knew he’d wave her off just as he did. She gave a coy smile to the much older man, and turned back toward Jacob, drink in hand, casually leaning on her elbow on her crossed legs. “Sorrows, you say?” her nose wrinkled in slight disgust. She’d never liked people who were sad or depressed, and found them to be an all-together damper on her mood. Of course, she didn’t doubt that Jacob knew this; they’d know each other for a long time, and had a rather long and complicated history that could be boiled down to a few key points: they worked well together, shared some strong common interests, and were attracted to each other, though it was nothing further. They’d attempted to go deeper into that last year, and it had turned out as quite a mess in Blythe’s eyes. He had needed something to get a rein on him, when she’d neither had the time, or wanted to put the effort in. Their current understanding (some semblance of a relationship, without the attachment or the label that they’d had before, more of friends with extra toppings on the side) had been reached through mutual agreement, and worked well for them. “I suppose you’ll be of no use to me then,” she smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing; it was her favourite game after all, getting him riled up. Dangerous maybe, but no one had ever called her safe.

Running a long-fingered hand through her hair, Blythe answered his next question vaguely. “Blair,” her nose wrinkling again as she said it, but her face holding that smile she only got when talking of her little sister, how wonderful she was going to be, or her brother and how proud she was of him. “Obviously,” she scoffed. “I came to see you,” she gave him her coy smile, the one that showed just the right amount of teeth and served to plump up her lips to the extreme. It was the one that ensured that she’d never work for anything, pay for anything, or lift a finger in most circumstances. She loved that smile, and most people liked it too.



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[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was not here for a good time, but he was slightly sarcastic in his last remark towards her, as it was hard to take anything Blythe said seriously. Even if it was just for this night, however, he knew this evening wouldn't be boring with Blythe here. In fact he was certain he wouldn't mind getting down and dirty with her as they sometimes did. Oh yes, that was their arrangement and it worked just fine for him. Even if it was in the Slytherin common room, there was always somewhere that no one would look, considering the completely oblivious would just pass by them while talking to their friends.

Jacob was somewhat of a voyeur too, but he didn't like to take that to extremes. Nor did he brag about what went on in the bedroom, after all this was a decent conversation they were having for once, and there was no need to drag love into it. Purely natural instincts that needed to be satisfied would eventually make him leave her alone in the long run, but the only way that would happen is if he got with Olivia. Wow, he sure got around, but it wasn't like he was going to tell anyone, and as far as he was concerned. Almost everyone he had been with had kept it a secret that he had been with them in the first place.

Otherwise Jacob would have surely found them a pain in the ass by now, but he wasn't too sure what was going on within his mind at this moment. "So, I have to ask, are you having fun teaching Blair your ways, and I'm sure your brother is quite proud of you too," he mentioned to her. It wasn't just her but he was bound to at least mess up in one of those relationships despite how satisfying it was to get what he wanted almost all the time. Finally just laying back a little bit more as he tilted his head, "Well, then you must have been following me obviously if you just came here for me," he said to her. Obviously flattered that she would stalk him.

Jacob turned his attention towards her, and then smiled his devious smile that showed so many thoughts. The same one that scared so many people off, because they never knew what he was really thinking.

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[blythe]

“Mmm,” she agreed before taking another small sip of her drink. She wasn’t particularly fond of the burning sensation firewhiskey created in her throat on the way down, but the way it settled in her stomach and heated her core was pleasurable enough for her to ignore the terrible taste and discomfort it caused her. Blythe was a woman of luxurious and expensive pleasures, and while firewhiskey was neither, the burning reminded her of something else completely different, something she enjoyed quite well. If she ignored the cheepness of the drink, she could almost taste the wooden flasks they sometimes stored it in and concentrate on that rich after taste, which was why she barely payed attention to what Jacob was telling her, concentrating on her drink and wondering how much it would take to get her completely sloshed.

“Fun? Not particularly, it’s hard work you see,” she said with a nasty grin that would have most people running for cover. “She’s taking to it well, of course, being of Avery blood and all,” she boasted freely. She adored her family and their lineage; some of the purest of the pure without a spot on them. “But I daresay she’ll never be as good as me...” she trailed off, staring not quite at him but past him, seemingly contemplating what she was going to say next when, in reality, she was just imagining him without his clothes off. Unconsciously, she licked her lips before snapping back to attention, carefully rubbing her hand against her exposed thigh. “But then again,” she shrugged nonchalantly as if it was nothing. “No one ever is.” She made a sort of low purring noise in the back of her throat as she reminisced, concluding to herself that she was pretty damn good at what she did. It wasn’t every girl that could have a boy, or man rather, on their knees and begging for her in thirty minutes, but she’d done it in less, she just liked to take her time, seeing no point in rushing with most things and rather using it to enjoy herself. Sadly, there were some tricks she just couldn’t teach to her sister; as hypocritical as it was, she wanted her sister to remain pure and untouched for as long as she could, preserving what Blythe hadn’t.

“Sure,” she said sarcastically with the slightest hint of a sneer. His ego was nearly as big as hers. “You should be flattered too. I don’t usually chase, but you know that quite well, don’t you?” Half of her mouth quirked up in a twisted half-smile, knowing just how true her statement was. Men came after her, pursued her, seemingly wooed her because she played hard to get but was really not that difficult, it wasn’t the other way around, which was probably one of the reasons she and Jacob just hadn’t worked out; she didn’t want to have to work to keep his attention and keep him interested, he should have been doing that with her. At least with the arrangement they had it stayed fresh and interesting with the two of them.

She almost purred when she saw that smile spread across her features. She loved that smile. She never knew just what it was for, but it usually meant good things for her. It was frightening, but that was just part of the danger and thrill of Jacob Warrington. One of her long-boned hands came up to run through her eternally dishevelled sex-hair as she flashed him a promising grin of her own, one that told girls to run and boys to come a little closer.


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[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob decided it was time to kick things up a notch and stop pretending to not be interested in her, after all. Their blood had just that little bit of connection, and he hated tying himself down to one person. Yes, their arrangement was quite lovely at times, but Jacob still had to end it early just cause of his distaste. Right now, he almost felt like he was betraying a good friend of his, not that it mattered cause the only person who would really find out about this was Olivia. It was easy enough to hide this from his mind, and thinking about that wasn't helping his mood. Jacob was going to sever all ties with anyone else once he had Olivia, his main goal.

Ever since he had met her in her first year, her power had drawn him in, and he absolutely loved being controlled by it. As the many different ideas popped into his head, he was glancing at Blythe and was giving that come-hither look that he recognized so well. Most women knew fully well when to avoid her, but Jacob felt sorry for the ones that thought they could talk to her on a normal level. As far as Jacob knew, he was the only male that intrigued her, but he was also quite stubborn when it came to that department. It all depended on his mood, but he did have a really dangerous side to him when he was in a bad mood.

No one had really seen him when he was pissed, but if they did, it usually didn't end well. Jacob already knew that the rumor of Theresa Kelsey being attacked by him had gone around as he scooted a little closer towards her. Giving her his own seductive smile, and his dark eyes held a rather nice shadow to them. The unreadable expression on his face soon transformed further, and now he just spoke gently in return. One of his hands moving to her shoulder for a moment as he stood up and then behind her, now letting his hands softly massage her shoulders. Those large hands could have easily squashed her there, but no their touch was gentle.

Just rubbing slowly in the one spot as he whispered into her ear, "Yes, well, I know fully well why you had followed me in the long run, but the question is, how long can we keep playing this game?" he asked her playfully.

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[blythe]

One thing that Blythe wasn’t was stupid. She looked at things like they were, and though sometimes her view was skewed, she didn’t try to delude herself into thinking things that were completely false just to make herself feel better. If something was the way it was, that was all, and she didn’t need a messed up perception to make it to her tastes. Just as she wasn’t going to delude herself into thinking that what she and Jacob had was an actual relationship. And really, she probably wasn’t the only one he was doing this with; she certainly wasn’t confining herself to just one person. In that case, they’d both probably get bored, and then the point of all this would just be wasted. She liked her freedom, and she knew he adored his, she just really felt bad for the girl, or woman, that wanted to take it away from him. She’d have her hands full, that’s for sure. The thought was almost laughable to her; Jacob Warrington, tamed? Like that could happen. At least, a small part of her hoped it wouldn’t. She liked him just the way he was, and to her, everyone should stay the way she wanted them, for the benefit of everyone.

Now Blythe Avery was not intimidated easily, and she really wasn’t afraid of much. She was a determined, smart young woman who saw what she wanted and went for it with the confidence and the mindset that she’d get it if she was persistent enough. So when Jacob upped his game, she upped hers, leaning into him and rubbing her fingers lightly around her neck and collarbone almost absentmindedly until he stood up and her body froze for just a second. So, she wasn’t easily intimidated or afraid, but she knew that it wouldn’t take him much more than a small squeeze to crush her. She wasn’t surprised when his touch turned out to be -mostly- innocent and gentle. For a strong guy, he could control it pretty well, she’d learned, just as he was now, carefully kneading the flesh of her shoulders and upper back.

“Mmm,” she let out, without really meaning to, but it felt too good. She’d always loved getting pampered and getting special attention, and all he was doing was appealing to the side of her personality her siblings liked to call ‘the princess.’ “Hmm,” she moaned out softly as she thought about what he just said, letting her eyes flutter closed for a second, savouring the feel of his hands and his voice in her ear. “I’ve always liked games. And the longer and harder the game, the better the reward,” she smirked before continuing. “Then again, I’ve never had much patience for them.”


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[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob smirked as his hands wandered patterns down her back that not many would ever know of to influence their partner more or less. After all, he didn't want her seeing that he was just doing this for his own gain, but perhaps in the end he was even as he heard her speaking in return to him. Jacob's thoughts went freely to what Blythe would do to have him, but even with their arrangement, he was certainly not going to let her out of his sight. Only unless the person who actually tamed him controlled him enough to stop him from revealing who he really was. Jacob's mind was off limits to anyone that dared tried probing it, after all, he had other priorities.

Even as his hands soon wandered to Blythe's front, he soon trailed them along her navel down along her curves to the bottom of her legs. Surely, he knew that there was some portion of her that felt this game could go on forever, but he loved teasing. Only to get what he wanted, as his hands finally moved back up towards her back. Pressing firmly and a little rougher this time, just to give that more desirable effect of working out the kinks or knots in the back. A sure way to get his own way with her, but Jacob knew he could tame anyone if they gave him enough ammunition to do so. Maharet was no different than most women, despite the fact she thought she was a hard-to-get catch. Jacob already had her in his grasp.

Shaking his head, as now was not the time to be thinking about other women, but he was glad he hadn't the pleasantry of screaming out the wrong name during coitus. Yes, he just used that term in his mind, and he wasn't about to live it down either. Chuckling inwardly at hearing that word once, he used it a lot more since it was just amusing to him to say it. Always mocking people whenever they mentioned it, and now here he was whispering in return to Blythe. "I don't think I could resist you no matter where you were, and as for this game, I'm afraid I need to take it to the less boring level then," he commented as he then started to nibble on her ear lightly, now trailing kisses along her neck softly.

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[blythe]

Oh, she was terrible. She was a horrible person, only did things for herself, but she’d be damned if she didn’t enjoy it. She really hoped her little sister didn’t take everything she tried to teach her to heart; there really should only be on Avery girl on the loose. It was dangerous for the male population, someone had told her, that she remained without a leash. Most of the girls hated her, a lot of the boys did too, but she really couldn’t care. They could think whatever they wanted as long as they were thinking about her. Jacob seemed to be quite concentrated, she noted, as she felt his hands continue to explore her back. Not exactly what she’d have picked, but it felt good nonetheless. She nearly purred as his hands ventured to her front, but withheld her voice, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was undoing her just yet. After all, she had to retain some sort of control. Or the little she could when dealing with this man.

Slowly, very slowly, she reached her hand up to meet with the hair of the head on her ear and neck, threading her fingers through the brown strands. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised,” she breathed out, her eyes glancing at a man across the room that seemed to have his eyes trained rather well on them both. “Very few are able to resist my,” she paused for a moment, trying to find the right word. “Womanly charms.” The smirk was stretched across her lips seemed to intrigue the man, and she winked at him before closing her eyes completely, revelling in the feeling of Jacob’s lips on her skin. Damn, he was good.

“Upping the ante?” she asked coyly as she let her nails scrape against his scalp. It took her a minute to gather her thoughts and think of something to say, her lip slowly falling under her teeth as she bit on it rather hard, trying to retain the sounds that were threatening to escape. “That feels rather nice,” she let out in a breathy whisper; she’d always loved it when boys paid attention to her neck. “But you are being quite neglected here, aren’t you Mister Warrington?” she smiled and made to turn around in her stool to face him, her nails dragging across his scalp in the process, and her other reaching up to join its companion.

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[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

"You know I don't have any problems with that unless you have let a filthy mud-blood touch you lately, but I know you'd skewer them upon even trying to look at you," was all he said as his hands soon trailed down along her navel when she turned around to face him. Jacob's body was on fire just from looking at her, but who couldn't resist the charms of Blythe Avery? Surely her brother definitely wouldn't mind Jacob being with her right now, but that wasn't a thought to take over his mind at all. No, in fact, he had decided that she was just the opposite in fact, a very sexy Blythe in want was definitely worth all the time in the world right now.

Jacob had to resist his urges to dig into her mind after the promiscuous actions with Maharet just a few weeks ago, but that was out of his mind. Having severed all ties with her for now, as he soon felt Blythe's hands on his head, massaging his scalp and giving him shivers down his spine. A natural reaction definitely occurred and soon he was picking up Blythe in his arms off the stool to carry her away not caring who saw them together. It was after all just a mutual thing they had, and it was better to do this in private than to let anyone else see what was about to commence. The deed would be done very slowly as he liked his fore play, but he just carried her in his arms like she was weightless.

Jacob soon whispered into her ear as he had decided to head for the stairs with her in his arms, but decided she could wrap her legs around him if she wanted to make it that more promiscuous to cause more friction between their bodies. Jacob had let out a slow moan against her attentions as he soon planted his lips on hers, enjoying the taste of her full ones to his own. Reveling in it and soon pressing further up against her until he had to make his way towards the stairs setting her down gently so he wouldn't fall on any of them. After all, it was incredibly hard carrying someone up the stairs with your eyes close and looking like you were sucking their face off. "How about we go somewhere more private?" he asked her seductively nipping at her neck playfully.

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[blythe]

For a moment, Blythe almost looked taken aback at Jacob’s half-accusation before he redeemed himself. Ah, so she could be quite predictable. It was true, however, if any of those filthy things so much as came within her breathing space, she wouldn’t hesitate to get them away, at any means necessary. “Mmm, true,” she said, her baby blues sparkling maliciously at the thought. “Though I doubt I’d have to lift a finger,” she finished, her voice dropping low just so he alone could hear her words. She fully intended to have him enraptured with her voice, low, husky, just enough to get him excited. That would be her personal mission for today, and she quite liked the idea of it.

She let out a small squeak as she felt Jacob pick her up, deciding to just go with it and wrap her long legs around his torso, hanging off of him, though creating a rather delicious friction. As he carried her, she continued to move her hips into his, which was probably making it a little difficult for him to walk, but she didn’t care. To cover the small moans threatening to escape her lips, she attached them to his neck, nipping and sucking just enough for it to feel good, but not enough to leave a mark. She wasn’t stupid, and he definitely wasn’t hers to mark and scar, as much as she wanted to right now. He was just far too tempting for his own good. She knew from experience that he was good at what he did, just as well as she was. Her lips quickly connected with his, her tongue slipping out to seek his own. Slowly, she savoured his taste, languidly sliding her tongue against his and exploring his mouth, making sure to press and rub in all the rights spots she knew he loved.

All too soon he had pulled away, and she found herself having to force her lust-heavy eyes open to properly look at him, and what a sight he was. She made a small note to mess his hair up more because he looked damn good with his hair in disarray. Reluctantly, she stood on wobbly knees, doing her best not to let him know the effect he had on her body already. “Mmm, yes,” she said, commenting on his playful veneration of her neck. “Let’s,” she said, grabbing his hand quickly making to pull him up the stairs. She did her best to sway her hips in a natural rhythm as she went.

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[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob wasn't sure if he was actually going through with this, but there was no guilt racking up his conscience at least. Something told him this wasn't right and another part of him told him to shut up. Of course, this internal conflict normally happened all the time even with Blythe, but he no longer cared as his body was acting on it's own. Taking her for himself was a great honor due to the fact he would never even tell her brother about what he was doing with her. Of course, that's what made it easier to get along with her, and due to his pure blooded nature he wasn't going to be bound to some half-blood or filthy mud-blood that deserved to be purified by killing them.

Olivia was wrong in doing whatever she wanted, but he wasn't going to turn on her just for the sole reason of letting muggle-borns live. Funny as that sounded to him, it was almost time to actually get down to the whole reason he had shown up here as he soon followed after her. That kiss she had given him on the lips had left him breathless, and wanting oh so much more from her even as they were starting to approach the room. Now would be the time when everything should be starting to go the way he wanted and once they reached the top of the stairs he looked around. Pointing down to the end of the hall way he soon just pressed his whole body against hers again to give her another kiss to show her how much he approved of this.

One way of saying that he was eager to get to the room, while starting to push her forward a little more, but he continued to watch the sway of her delicious hips. Jacob honestly thought she had something else in mind as they reached the last door and made sure to put up a do not disturb sign on the outside of it just so he could make sure that they would have their privacy. "Oh my, you move just like a snake, rather befitting, since you are so gorgeous," he said to her, chuckling in her direction and then kissed her neck softly as he held open the door for her. Not wanting to comment since he would get a slap in the face if he said anything dishonorable about her, but that would be reserved for later.

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[blythe]

Growing up as a true lady, Blythe certainly hadn’t turned out that way. Though she’d really hadn’t had any good examples for her as a child. With both her parents constantly away, usually with someone else, or in her father’s case he would even bring his little exploits home, it was almost a given that she’d turn out the way she had. Somewhere in the back of her mind, her behaviour registered as bad, and that little light had taken a little more importance when she was younger, and she’d since been able to turn it on and off at will. It had taken a little bit of time to master it, and she’d gone through a period where all she’d feel was guilt and shame for her actions, but she found that pressing through those feelings eventually shut them up and she didn’t worry about it anymore.

It was just as easy to turn off the voice in her head that was telling her ‘No!’ as her lips met Jacob’s once more in a fierce battle. She’d let him win of course, boys liked feeling like they had some control over her and that there was something they did better. The weight of Jacob’s body loomed over her pleasantly, and she couldn’t help but think of how nice it was to feel dominated. It didn’t happen often, she had a strong personality and didn’t like feeling inferior, but every once in a while, mostly sexually, she’d lay off and take the back seat. She followed the direction that he had pointed in, being careful to keep close enough to be able to feel his heat behind her, still swaying her hips in that natural way that drove most men wild, but not close enough that this would feel intimate of any kind. Sex was sex, and that was it for them. They were friends, most of the time, and allies when Olivia needed any sort of information.

“Oh, Jacob,” she said with a little purr as his lips connected with the skin of her neck. (Merlin, she loved that. ) “You don’t know just how snake-like I can be,” she chuckled huskily as she darted out her tongue to circle his ear as she made her way through the door opening. Once she was in completely, she used her foot to kick the door closed and pulled him in with her by his shirt, connecting her lips to his once again when he was close enough.


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[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was looking at Blythe as if she were trying to tempt his patience, but took it as nothing more as merely getting even with him for earlier. Although right now once he entered the room with her and kept his own with her. Feeling that sexy sway of her hips, he wasn't really mesmerized by it anymore since he knew what would be happening later that evening after they got out of their clothes. Oh wait, this was going to happen again, and Jacob really needed to find a way to tell her this couldn't keep happening all the time. Although, at the same time, he wasn't going to just let her have her way with him as he soon pulled out of the kiss slowly gripping her neck as he pushed her forcefully up against the wall on the spot. Then he stole another kiss from her full lips pressing his whole body into her quite forcefully.

Hands moving down along her body at a slow rate, letting a tingly feeling follow his finger tips at the same time as his hands made their way up along her thighs although they stopped right there. This was how Jacob usually tortured his victims and then normally would continue on with the main meal later. Finally just letting his hands rest on her arms as he kept her there, rotating his hips in a promiscuous rotation that was meant to soothe her as well as cause other feelings to stem up towards her. Grinning as he had felt her tongue snaking around his ear, and felt her saliva cooling there at the same time. In the back of his mind, Jacob had forgotten how great it had felt to have such a long tongue used against him...or perhaps he was just being foolish.

One of the few things that made him weak, but he kept that one to himself until he finally had the balls to actually let go of her neck so she could actually breath without suffocating her. Soon he slowly took off his shirt as if he were some form of dancer, but made sure it was incredibly slow to make her worked up over the fact she would get to see that perfect body of his again. Sure there were a few rough chisels here and there, as his abs themselves glistened in the light. Compliments of working out quite a bit, even though he preferred practicing spells, but had to keep up an image in the school.

Jacob was at least proud of his house still, but soon started to move backwards towards the bed gripping Blythe's hand forcing her over if she wasn't going to comply with him that is to throw her on the bed without any remorse. Not even caring if the dress she had on ripped or not, and smirked as he spoke to her. "And what qualities would you consider about yourself that make you snake like? Perhaps you should show me," he commented quietly to her.

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[blythe]

Although Jacob was probably applying a little more force than necessary -she was a willing victim after all- Blythe couldn’t deny that she liked it. The demonstration of his sheer physical power nearly swept out her feet from underneath her, and she would’ve fallen had his body not been pressing hers against the wall, bringing the together tightly. He was dominating her, quite literally, and she was just going to let him do what he wanted and enjoy it, only putting in her input when it was needed. Her purse was disregarded on the floor as she brought both her hands to knot into his hair, successfully deepening the forceful kiss. Everything about Jacob was forceful, powerful, and Blythe adored it. She couldn’t stand the weak, all helpless and clueless. She liked that Jacob knew what he wanted and went for it, no questions asked. Blythe herself was quite the same way, and found herself having to tug on Jacob’s bottom lip with her teeth to ask for more.

When his hands began to wander, fire erupted across her skin, leaving a burning wake in the path of his fingers. The more his hands touched of her dress, the more she wanted it off. The flimsy lace only serving to impeded what she really wanted; his hands on her skin, his skin on her skin. And she wasn’t going to be satisfied until she had it. She desperately wished she had worn something a little more exposing when his hands finally stilled on her arms. Any other dress and she would have been able to feel him, but now she only received little contact from the spaces in the fabric. Maybe she should consider-Oh! Oh, well she wasn’t worried about her train of thought anymore. Not with his hips rotating against hers like that. Her head thumped back against the wall as it fell backwards, her neck straining. Sweet Merlin, that felt good. She rewarded him again for good behaviour, putting her tongue to good use.

Oddly enough, when his hands left her neck, she whimpered rather than feeling relieved as anyone else would have been. She liked it rough, so sue her. It was only better that way. Fucking over making love, as always. But she didn’t mind so much when he gracefully shed his shirt off. She kicked her shoes off before admiring the view. Jacob’s body was as close to perfect as it got; all chiselled muscle bulging where it should. She nearly died in anticipation, and if she didn’t get that damned shirt off soon, she’d make sure he wouldn’t be walking out of here with one.

Finally, the shirt was off and her hands were moving of their own accord, moving to explore the hard plains of his front. Almost better than she remembered. She was curious to relearn the curves of stomach, the lines in between the muscles... She liked her lips as her fingers explored, letting them rub against his skin and her nails trail between the muscles. Jacob pulled her back and she followed willingly, eager to comply with what he wanted. “Hmm... how about a little show,” she said seductively, reaching back and pulling the zipper down. “And then tell,” she slowly shimmied out of her dress, letting the arms slip off, then pushing it over her hips, having to wiggle to get it off. It hit the floor and she slung it back, feeling much better in her lacy undergarments than she ever would have in the dress. “And you’ll see what I mean,” she trialed her nails up his chest and pushed back, moving him back until his knees connected with the bed, hoping he’d sit down.


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[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob wasn't sure if he wanted to continue with this, but figured he had come this far with Blythe every other time while she was just wanting to please him for a change. Now this was a nice treat compared to what usually happened, but even as he saw her clothing being stripped from her body leaving her in undergarments. That left little to the imagination as Jacob just focused on her body from where he was letting his view not shift from her as he returned any kisses she had given him with equal passion. Finally when she had pushed on to him and then caused him to fall back on to the bed he was tempted to tease her by just getting up again. Only annoying her would just make her cease to get into this act any more than she was, but then he tilted his head.

"I dare ask, do you consider your tongue snake-like?" he teased her playfully, knowing there was no such thing as anyone with such an incredibly long tongue, and he would have heard if there was...at least from Maharet he would have. She seemed to know all of the crazy weirdos out there these days, yet his mind eased back into focusing on Blythe. The only one temptress he had tamed a while ago, but he had been too much of a wild animal for her to control. Just one of the reasons it didn't work out, that and they sort of decided it was mutual not to torture each other with the way they acted. So now here they were, just ordinary friends with benefits, and finally he had to look up into her eyes as he licked his lips slowly.

Seductively tracing them across his lips and then started to just lean back to enjoy the show while watching her. "Then show me, hun, and make sure to do with a certain fashion I won't ever forget your scent," he merely suggested, and it was a challenge issued within that simple sentence too to impress him to see if she was worthy of him. In fact, any girl within Jacob's presence was indeed worthy of him due to such a ravishing body, but that wasn't his own thoughts. Many women he had been with had told him this, and started to believe it when he usually just responded with a whatever.

Now letting his toned body arch a little as he finally kept looking up to her hoping to see some action soon, or at least whatever she was going to tease him with.

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[blythe]

She was glad he complied and sat back like she wordlessly directed him. If he hadn’t, she’d have had to use force, and that wouldn’t have been pretty. She was quite demanding when she wanted something, and she would make sure it got done. Though she’d seen the quiet challenge in his eyes that said he wanted to stand, probably only to incite her anger and frustrate her, but she quelled whatever thoughts he could have had of this when she neared the bed and climbed on top of him. She straddled his legs and watched him as he licked his lips.

“Well, Mr Warrington,” she said, leaning down, supporting her weight on her hands and whispering into his ear. “I’ve always been praised for my abilities in,” she stopped and let her tongue glide around the outside of his ear in a slow caress. “Oral communication,” she chuckled lowly and winked at him. He had certainly been a witness of those skills, more often than most in the past, though their little meetings had started to become fewer and far between. Blythe made nothing of it really; he probably just had some other broad he was doing the same things with, and since she had no claim on him at all, it didn’t bother her in one bit. Maybe it was a small blow to her ego, but she only had to remember the other ‘relationships’ she had at the moment, and how many were chasing after her, to boost it right up. It wasn’t hard to see why boys, men, guys, whatever you wanted to call them, would want her.

Especially now when she was slinking up Jacob’s body like it was the familiar path a child took walking home from school. Her ass swayed a little as she slid herself down, dragging her knees on the bed before sitting back on her hunches. Well, more like on Jacob’s hips, just above where she knew he wanted her most. “I don’t think you could ever forget me,” she said with a wicked smile and trailed her fingers up and down his torso, her thick curls spilling around her as she moved. She took a moment to appreciate the way his muscles quivered under her fingers before picking her hands up and reaching behind her. “And don’t ever,” she stated a little angrily. “Ever,” she got a firm grasp of what she wanted. “Call me hun,” she said venomously as she tugged hard, upwards on the waistband of his jeans to punctuate her point.


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[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was already feeling that one, but with what Blythe was doing to him caused him to slightly whimper a little. Even if she was showing how much she could be like a snake, but he chuckled softly at her for a moment. All the more to challenge her with, but he hadn't made as much of a groan as she might have hoped with how she tugged on his waistband like that. Even if it hitched up in that certain area that made most men weak, but when you had somebody messing with your mind you tended to block such things out such as pain since that was linked with the brain. So he didn't make any reaction, however, he merely spoke to her, "Duly noted," he said to her.

Then continued to watch her slithering further down and as soon as the pants were being slid off a sudden black-out in the room occurred Completely placing itself in front of the entire scene, and a series of strange noises were heard. Nothing out of the ordinary unless you counted all their clothes in a heap on the floor, and then the normal scene where they're shown getting their clothes back on while still having their under garments on. Although, their hair was probably a mess, and soon he just let everything get rather out there. Smirking as he looked over at Blythe who was probably underneath him after he had taken control, and wouldn't have taken no for an answer. Being very persuasive when he didn't get his way, and just like her, he did have a rather nasty streak. Blythe hadn't seen Jacob really angry, but today she may have seen a sliver of what he was capable of.

Finally he just tugged on the belt of his pants as he did them up again, and then laid there next to her as he trailed a hand across her navel lightly. Leaving soft touches along it and then leaned over to kiss her lips sensually just once more. They'd have to stop doing this soon since Olivia's plan was moving forward, and she'd try to pry into his mind to get what information she could about his past lovers. Jacob was ashamed, but he wasn't going to let her peer into that particular part of his mind anymore. Maintaining his thoughts on just Blythe right now was obvious as he kept himself rather attentive of her needs until he finally got his shirt on.

Examining the back of his hand and the rest of his body to see how many places she actually had scratched during their time together. 'Always a new experience with you every time," he said to her, smirking softly, offering that as a compliment.

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Laying there beside Jacob, completely sated and quite pleased with herself, Blythe honestly wished she wore watches so she’d know what time it was. She was, of course, supposed to treat Blair and her friends to dinner this evening, though she wasn’t sure if it was past dinnertime, or what time it was really. The younger girls had probably waited for her, poking through the same shops over and over, always astounded at the new things they saw. It amused her so that Blair and her little friends followed Blythe around like a mother-hen, though she was anything but. To all the group but her sister, Blythe would frequently tell them that she didn’t want to be seen with them depending on their appearance, and that they’d have to go change or they wouldn’t be allowed to come on the little excursions Blythe treated them to. She was teaching them, she knew, how to survive.

Basic fundaments of survival according to Blythe Avery: boys, sex with boys, money, pretty things, and contraception. That was all you really needed to get by in life. It helped if you had a pretty face and a gorgeous body like she did, but she wouldn’t brag. Plenty of ugly people got through life with sub-par looks, although Blythe would never be seen with them, they just had a lot more money than looks, to which, she noted, Jacob wasn’t lacking it. Especially with her little marks all over his skin and his hair much more mussed than usual. She was quite proud of her temporary undoing of the young man, though she knew it wouldn’t last long. As she slid off the bed and onto her knees on the floor, to first find her wand, then accio the rest of her possessions to her, far too tired and lazy to look for them manually, she caught one last glimpse of Jacob’s lovely upper-half.

“Hahaha,” she laughed lowly, slipping on her undergarments and grabbing her dress before pulling it on slowly. She could make putting clothes on look just as sexy as taking them off when she wanted to. “Someone has to keep the boys on their toes,” she winked at him, sitting down on the bed to put her shoes on. “Or they’ll start to think they can just fuck the same broads and it’ll be easy and effortless.”


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