Aftershocks (Anton/Lila)

[lila]

In all her life, seldom did anyone know that beneath the quiet, book worm exterior, was a very wild, sneaky persona. Delilah was always mistaken as the obedient one, the nerd, who always has her head buried in the books. While that isn’t entirely wrong, it’s just one half of who she actually is. Delilah loves to sneak around, testing herself at every step of the way; how far she could go and come back, without being detected or caught. She prefers sneaking at night, because she likes the darkness, the quiet, due to which she can employ her stealthy skills. She is aware that she is not the only one who likes to sneak at nights from the campus; but she prefers to think so anyways. Owing to the recent Lockdown, she had to be more careful, curbing her night activities. One such night, she got to escape, she was attacked by a death eater, and saved by some ninja looking fellow. She had been scared, yes, momentarily, but it didn’t deter her from planning future night escapades, like that one particular night.

Delilah had been restless the entire evening; her feet were just itching to go out somewhere, somewhere in the open at night. She hadn’t felt the surge of adrenaline flowing through her veins in ages. Thus, that night, after everyone had slept, she stealthily left the Ravenclaw Tower, only to find that the weather was against her. It had rained the entire evening, and thus leaving the grounds wet, and if she would walk on it, she would leave behind her muddy prints. Her mind had started thinking of ways to escape without leaving her prints within no time. She had no choice but to return to her room, and get her special boots, that wouldn’t leave any print anywhere, and using those, she successfully snuck out of Hogwarts.

She kept roaming around, exploring the places she had always visited in the daylight and observed how different they looked at different times of the day. How she ended up in Knockturn Alley, she herself didn’t know. Whilst she was perusing through different shops in the Knockturn Alley that were specifically open at nights containing dark and eerie things, her eyes fell on a beautiful locket. Automatically, her fingers sought out to the locket, feeling the cool metal in her fingers, admiring the beauty and the intricacy of its design. After its thorough appreciation, she had moved along, no other thing was able to catch her eye or hold her interest for long. With the beautiful locket in her mind, she wandered around the Knockturn Alley, inhaling the scent of the soil after the fresh showers, one of the scents that she loved.

Out of the blue, she heard footsteps, and her heart skipped a beat. She was scared at first, and soon enough the adrenaline kicked in, for her to put up a brave front. The stranger made his presence known, but before she could identify him, they had indulged in a battle of words, exchange of charms, and she was captivated. Was it the element of mystery, or the aura of danger around him that aroused her interest, she didn’t know. All she knew was, the mysterious person took her in his arms, and she forgot all her sane thoughts. By now, the showers had resumed, droplets of rain falling on them, making them wet. Yet, they weren’t bothered, as they had started to kiss gently at first, and then passionately, evoking senses of pleasure within her. As the kiss deepened, their actions progressed to an even wilder and hotter outcome, even the weather took a wilder turn. It was pouring cats and dogs accompanied by thunder and lightning, but it didn’t faze the two strangers in the alley, who were busy seeking pleasure from each other.

Delilah hadn’t been a virgin, but sleeping with a stranger, that too in public was a first for her, and very much out of character as well, no matter how much she thrived on adrenaline-rushes. The chance encounter which had then become a wild tryst provided her with exhilaration like never before. Their passionate interlude, right in the middle of the street, in the middle of the night, had stolen her breath away. It had been extremely passionate, and pure unadulterated sex. Atop him, she felt him touch parts within her that remained untouched before, causing him to explode inside her, in turn sending her over the edge. Later, she had slumped on the fellow, exhausted, and trying to regain her strength, her breath, still feeling the aftershocks of a very powerful orgasm while their naked forms were pelted by the cool and heavy raindrops.


{{Geez, this sucks, and it's a wee bit long, next time, it'll be way shorter, and hopefully much better }}

[anton]

He shook out his hair, long lines of rain moved from his not-to-short locks. His dark eyes moved through the rain to peer to the girl whom he had just had relations. His mouth moved in an evil sneer that was more seductive than suggestive. She had been exciting, new, although he was sure he had seen her before. His mind crawled back through the tunnels of memory to search out this girl, roughly his age, lusty, but at the same time almost proper. She went to school with him, he knew this. It did not matter though, Anton had been to bed with many of the girls he had gone to school with, she would not be the first nor the last. Although, even if he had just finished with her, he could freely admit he would not mind having another go at her. Anton hardly ever went back for seconds, but there was something about this smaller female that made him think there could be so much more between them... in bed.

He smirked, lifted a brow, and spoke. His voice dripped with poison, almost as fluid as the rain that dripped from his hair. "So, you always fuck strangers? That easy are you?" The question was more a tease than an insult. The truth was clear in his eyes, Anton was turned on by what they had just done. No words were shared during the joining, but that was his style. He did not need words, unless they were to be used to get the clothes off of whomever he decided to fuck at the time. He moved away, glanced down the alley, and saw it was still clear. The storm seemed to have kept everyone else away. He was almost disappointed. Being caught would not only seem excited, it could bring the opportunity of having an extra member join them in the act. Anton would not mind this at all. It would score him extra points, after all.

He did not think about the current game he was playing, nor the female in which he was playing with; instead, Anton focuses in on the women he had just withdrew himself from deep inside. He moved back to her, his body dripping wet and feeling the cold, and propped one arm up on the wall behind her. His breath came out in frosty haze as the rain began to mix with ice, and light snow. He still whispered, ignoring the weather. "Once, my new friend, is never enough. I am sure we should retire to a more warm, and secure location. There in which I can ravage you further... unless, well... unless you are too tired." The last word was pure snake, he had to add a hiss to the flow of his speech. the word mocked her, challenged her, made offers of more pleasure to be found in other positions. It was a single word spoken that issued the biggest mysterious, and what might lay behind that door should she choose to open it. Anton remained propped, and watched her softer eyes. His body only inches away from hers.

{{I am so sorry this is short, but you do know why.}}