Propellant Turbulance ( Maharet/jacob)

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob saw it was a slow day and didn't want to waste it away by doing nothing, so he set out from the Slytherin dungeon to see what kind of trouble he could stir up in the hallways as usual. Today he was just normal, and didn't bother with Olivia or her spawn at all since he hated their crowd as well as their blood purist ways at times. Werewolves should not have been outed from their alliance, but Olivia was only using them. That didn't sit well with Jacob at all, and in fact, even though he wasn't completely a nice guy right now. That didn't mean he had quarrels with the other Slytherins, and merely stayed out of their way. Much respect was given when they stayed out of his though, and that made him happy.

After all, he had a meeting with one particular person who was going to organize a group that would get them to create a name for themselves. What it was, well, that was what they were going to discuss today, a front for their organization to deal with impure blood. Even if some of the people in this school weren't worth the time at all. Standing on a balcony outside of Hogwarts now as he brushed back his short dark-brown hair letting his hazel eyes scan the horizon for any signs of life. It had been too long since he had lived under the shadow of other figures with authority. The headmaster didn't impress him, but it was really hard to please Jacob. Only one person on Earth had been able to meet the intelligence he required to pull off devastating plans.

Maharet, and she was a beauty no doubt. Jacob sort of wished she'd wear the most revealing outfit she could today since he did have a plan that required her mutual trust and agreement. Being childhood friends did illuminate a path in his mind to the first course of action, and that was logical reasoning. Jacob knew Maharet preferred this over any other prolonged reasoning, but she was also good at making him forget about thinking entirely at times. A lucky break for him as he started to keep his mind concentrating on the topic of choice. A name, but he kept thinking of Maharet's assets without any clothes on her. That wasn't helping his issue, but he then squinted a little in hopes of maintaining proper dignity in her presence too.

Wearing what could be described as simple clothes, a white t-shirt with blue jeans today. Nothing over the top and he didn't wish to be part of the whole trend these days.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Maggie flashed her potions partner an attractive smile lightly brushing a strand of his hair out of his face, giggling girlishly over the supposed joke that he had just told. He was too easy really, the way that he fell for her darling routine. Really what it was happened to be that, like most males, he enjoyed the attention by such a pretty girl as her. All it took was subtle touches to get his feelings twitching positively in her direction, giving them compliments here and there mixed with the insinuation that they stood any kind of chance. Maharet had learned over the years how to work males to her will and it had suited her well so far.

She didn’t take too many people seriously. They were all just tools at her disposal and because of that Maggie had so very rightfully formed a bit of a superiority complex. Leaning in closely to the boy Maharet lightly touched her lips to his cheek in the slightest of kisses and whispered her sweet goodbye against his ear. She could feel his eyes undressing her as she walked away, a satisfied smirk painted on her lips. She had a meeting with someone far more stimulating than her partner and though would keep him waiting, wouldn’t make him for too long.

Slipping up to her dorm room quickly Maharet changed out of her uniform and into something more appropriate for the occasion. Sporting a pleated skirt that nearly showed off her ass completely and a shirt that hugged her curves with plenty of cleavage offered, Maggie wasn’t leaving much to the imagination, but there was no point in that when it came to Jacob. He already knew what she looked like. Her heels clicking against the stone floor as she made her way toward their meeting spot she sauntered straight up to his side, heaving herself up onto the ledge and pulled him to her leaving a deep kiss on his lips, her hand gripping onto the back of his neck to hold him to her until she was ready to let him go.

When she finally did, her legs having moved to wrap around his waist as well, Maggie pulled out of the kiss smiling triumphantly. ”Miss me?”

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was definitely wondering what had happened to make Maharet come to him like she did, but he realized there was no one in her way to stop her. Jacob was all hers now, and he had no problem with this realization since she made it rather clear to him that if he was with anyone else, she'd be fair game for anyone as well. Even if they had their own little arrangement, but only he could actually use his sexual prowess to impress her. That was the main good thing about their friendship, but he didn't wish to ruin it just by comparing their intimacy to others. Jacob was sure Maharet had her fair sure of rodeos, however, the one they were currently going to get engrossed in was not a risque situation at all. In fact, it was more or less based upon whether he was going to start grinding into her.

Suddenly he noticed her legs locked around him, but he was busy staring at her lovely cleavage for a minute as his mind came up with so many retorts to that. Jacob wasn't nice, but he wasn't planning on starting today either. Only to select people was he nice, but that was mainly rudeness at it's finest too. "I suppose, if you call it missing, more like missed using me, didn't you?" he asked calmly, his expression stern even as she kissed him. The square jaw-like structure of Jacob was very firm. Dark spots could be seen underneath his eyes indicating he hadn't slept in a while, but that was not Maharet's concern right now.

Jacob was definitely reacting to her rather provocative approach, and suddenly he had a more prominent situation arising within the jeans. Sadly, it made them raise up quite noticeably, and he felt like she was teasing him on purpose so they could go into a more private setting already. Jacob figured she would have tried doing this right off the start, but he gulped a little after the kiss. Then not giving her an answer just yet as he forced his lips in return upon her own, and then let his tongue run across her full lips. Two hands trailed down along her bosom, before moving them back to around her waist to hold her there so she wouldn't worry about falling. Jacob really didn't want to hurt Maharet, especially since she was his best friend, if not more. Well, he definitely felt like they had the 'connection' that only best friends of their range could share. If that was even what they should really consider themselves, but most had labeled them as a couple already.

Jacob had no problem showing himself to Maharet in front of everyone, and didn't mind the rumors as much since she acted on them right away. Mostly since it might as well have been true, and he gladly gave himself up for her, "I believe we had a serious issue to discuss, my love, like coming up with our little group of diabolical schemes to run amok this place. After all someone needs to take over this damned school before the school year is up. Don't worry I'm not thinking small, I'm thinking once we get out, we can spread the chaos to other areas while we work in the shadows," he said softly to her in the ear so that no one else would hear. It was mainly quiet, but he knew no one else was listening.

One hand trailed down to Maharet's back, and underneath her revealing top to massage her bare back almost lifting it up to the point where her ample bosom was showing underneath.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Jacob tried so hard to remain stoic around her, but Maharet didn’t fall for it. She knew that she was the only one that really had any power over him in this forsaken school and Maggie used that to her advantage as often as possible. It wasn’t that she didn’t care for him as well or anything of that sort, it was just that toying with each other was a past time that Maharet indulged in whenever she could, however she could. Their games were about keeping one another entertained, challenging the other to measure what all they were worth- exercises if you will to hone their skills in order to use them seriously against other people. She had noticed the bags under his eyes, it didn’t please her but also wasn’t something that Maggie would harp on. ”This isn’t about me, Babe. This is about you.” The simple reminder was met with an encouraging smile. Maharet’s hand resting tenderly on his cheek, thumb gingerly gliding across his lower lip tempting him to speak.

The small kiss that she had left on his lips seemed to linger there, flittering over them to tease. Her gaze traveled down to the bulge in his pants smirking at the sight. It was always a satisfying feeling to know that she could still turn him on so quickly. That kind of success bubbled up inside of Maggie making her feel like one of those dreadfully awful school girls that she was so fond of scoffing at in private leisure. Letting her hand slide down the back of his neck, fingertips dancing down his spine to travel around to the front, Maharet wasn’t at all stunned when he forcefully pulled her into another kiss, filled with his pent up frustrations at her previous actions.

Those strong arms wrapped so tightly around her did give Maggie that much needed sense of security but she had never allowed herself to give into it. Maharet preferred her independence, the knowledge that if she was ever truly standing alone she would be able to handle herself. Having Jacob there to catch her if she was about to fall was one thing, something that she enjoyed deeply, but needing him to be there wasn’t anything that Maggie could handle. She needed to be strong and in control of herself. Letting her hand massage him Maharet pulled out of their kiss. This sort of thing, the public displays weren’t uncommon for them, the whispers of their relationship was widely talked about, but she highly doubted that the simple minded students here could ever fully comprehend what was really going on between them and that was probably for the better.

Hearing him call her his love had Maggie pausing in coaxing his tent to stay pitched. Love wasn’t a word that Maggie was ready to use, even in joking, but she and Jacob were two different people and had different thoughts, perspectives, and ideas so shunning him for it was out of the question. ”Good,” Her approval was something to be coveted, her legs tightening to draw him in closer to her, grinding her hips up against Jacob to stimulate more thinking such as that. ”I’ve been keeping a close eye on a number of potentials. I’ll be testing them soon to see if results are favorable.” Smiling at his rough hands moving so sweetly underneath her shirt Maharet trailed kisses down Jacob’s neck, speaking against his skin, her tongue occasionally flickering out to tickle him. ”You do know my sweet spot, I adore using puppets to play out my schemes.”

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was always glad when Maharet took the bait as she started to rotate her hips back around his prominent protuberance sticking out from his pants. Surely she was just teasing him now, and wanting so much more, however, they had some dignity to retain while still in the halls of the Infamous Hogwarts castle. Nasty rumors already started about the two of them, but he really didn't care since that just meant that more of the other girls would leave him alone. Jacob really didn't say anything when anyone actually confronted him about it, but the fact he got crabby when they kept pestering him told them to leave him alone. That's when just started to assume on their own that they were dating, but Jacob wish he could tell them it was far more than that.

Not juts anyone could gain Jacob's respect and maintain such a healthy relationship with him while he was still being his brutal self when anybody messed with him. "I was getting bored of mundane chats with the highly handicapped citizens of this school, but I'm starting to see there is a quirk to being part of your schemes. I'm sure you see the dilemma I have here, we need to make a partnership that works for both our sakes. I give you seventy percent, while you give me thirty percent of the work," he said to her. Merely joking as he tugged her lips into his own for another kiss, but this was intimate, strange as it was for Jacob. Actually being able to hold a conversation and be intimate too. Well, he wasn't falling for her, just trying to ease her up a little so he could worm his way quicker into her defenses.

Jacob was known to strike when Maggie was lowering her guard, but he never really did. Nor did he give her much of a chance to strike back since he usually made their guards come back right away. This was the case as he pulled out of the kiss to just look at Maharet slowly as he decided to tug the shirt further up to reveal more of her ample bosom. Obviously attempting to make a public display since her other areas were almost showing on her orbs. So, he then put them rightfully back in place where they should be, but then realized that if anyone did see that they may want to report it too. Being as sensible as he could be at times kept her shirt where it was prior to her arrival so that way she wouldn't have to worry about being seen with it off.

"I'm afraid though, we may need to head somewhere more private to discuss such matters like say, the slytherin dorm, and don't worry I can sneak you in without anyone raising questions. Cause if they do I'll be sure to make sure they get their what-for while messing with upper class citizens, silly commoners," Jacob said at the moment, and then took the moment to stroke Maharet's face just once. A calm action, but his left hand slid down to her thigh. Trailing a light touch to it so that she could feel what might be coming up in the near future.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

There were more than quirks to being part of her schemes. Though Maggie gladly used others at her whim, seducing them to do her will, if she was served well enough those quirks turned into perks and when Maharet offered a perk they were well worth accepting. Jacob wasn’t the only one that she had working for her but there was no reason in degrading his stature with her. Jacob was her favorite after all. She wasn’t really all that concerned with making it work for both of them. As long as she got what she wanted in the end it didn’t matter who got short changed, so to speak, in the process. It wasn’t the most diplomatic approach but if Maggie used that mentality all the time in would be counter productive to her goals, which were more monarch in taste.

Laughing darkly at his suggestion Maharet pulled out of his kiss. ”Don’t be foolish, Jacob. You do as much work as I give and the only percentage you need to worry about is giving me one-hundred percent of your best efforts.” The intimate nature of it had been pleasant, but not something that Maggie wished to indulge in. She was fine with mixing business and pleasure but when that third dash of intimacy was added was where she drew the line. It wasn’t for a lack of wanting, in fact Maharet craved to feeling the tender passion that could be brought with the way Jacob had been kissing her. What couldn’t happen however was her allowing herself to get too cozy, it clouded judgments and Maggie preferred to be of sound mind. It was the surest way to accomplish her aspirations.

There was also the wariness of Jacob laying in wait to strike at her weak points the moment that they were revealed to him. That was respectable, admired by Maggie- she encouraged that kind of behavior because it kept things interesting, the challenge was intriguing to her. However, that didn’t mean that she would make things easy for him and she could only hope that the same was said of him when it came to her advances. It came down to the very basic game of who was better which they complicated with the resistance, emotions, and under handedness that both were so prone to. It sparked her interest more than most things could which meant that Jacob held her interest better than most men could. As he exposed her chest Maggie didn’t make any move to push her shirt down.

”I don’t like the Slytherin dorms.” Maggie stated with pure defiance. Not only was she being truthful but she also saw no reason why they should call more attention to themselves than was necessary. Maharet was a Prefect after all so knew the rules very well. As a Ravenclaw she wasn’t allowed in the Slytherin common room and though she wasn’t opposed to doing things that she shouldn’t, obviously, she wasn’t reckless with her misdeeds either. Strolling into the common room for all to see was not her idea of tact. ”Business first then pleasure, else where from your dank common room.”

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob nodded to Maharet as he considered the first order of business, but he figured they did need a new place to discuss their newly formed partnership first. It wasn't a trivial matter that could be settled overnight, and there were details to fixate upon as well. No manner of scheming could even come close to the grandiose scale of what they wanted. Jacob knew what they were striving for and when they planned on getting something done about it not many would try to stand in their way at all. Even as he was having daydreams about her chest already and having those breasts wrapped around his head would have felt great. Yes, his head, not the other one, but he still had other images floating around.

All it did was make his protuberance that much harder to conceal against Maharet as she was talking to him. Even if he tried to restrain her lovely physique and the fact she could have taken him any day within minutes it didn't help him that she was also starting to arouse him further. One hand trailed up along her inner thigh on both of her thighs at the same time to arouse her further, and trying to get her off her game for a minute just so he could see her stuttering just for him. Jacob had only been able to do it once or twice, but both times he had been rather unfair about how he had gone about the ordeal since he knew of her sensitive spots.

"Yes, let's move somewhere more fitting and more comfortable, like say perhaps the courtyard or do you have somewhere even better we can go," he asked her calmly expecting Maharet to come up with a solution for this dilemma.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

She did so adore how riled up Jacob could get over the things that she did to him. Maggie had always believed that all of her assets should be used to get what she wanted. When it came to feminine wiles, the art of seduction, she was a master. Most people were very single minded when it came to the ideal of seduction, thinking that the only method for it was in the sexual sense but Maggie believed in a boarder approach. It just so happened that when it came to dealing with Jacob, sexuality was what hooked him the best. She was more than happy to manipulate him that way because it suited her also. Some of the things that he did to her could drive her nearly wild, if not completely over the edge. There wasn’t any reason that what pleasured him couldn’t do the same for her in the process.

Feeling just how riled he was for her at the moment pleased Maggie. It meant that Jacob was at the ready for whatever she might suggest and that was the way that she liked him best. His touch did set her on fire, but without control over herself Maharet wouldn’t have gotten as far as she had. She needed to reign that control in now. Shivering pleasurably as his fingertips blazed a path along her thigh her gaze locked with Jacob’s letting her nails graze along the back of his neck as she pressed her chest to his taking his lower lips between her teeth and tugging gently before kissing him deeply.

She was perfectly content with him leaving things up to her. Maggie craved being in charge and she loved the power. She only pulled away enough so that when she spoke her lips brushed against his, keeping her voice in a lustful whisper. ”I know the perfect place.” The courtyard was one option but not the one that Maharet was taking. No, they need more privacy for a couple of reasons. Pulling away from him completely started toward the door, his hand in hers to led him where she wanted. ”I think the room of requirement is most fitting for the occasion, don’t you?”