Can I Have This Dance? [vivi]

[damien]

Was he going to make it to the Room of Requirement? That question was already running through his mind as he tugged Vivianne out of the classroom and into the hall. His heart was beating faster than he could ever remember it, and his stomach didn't even feel like a stomach anymore. Did the corridors usually look this hazy, or was he going crazy? Blinking hard, Damien took a moment to focus on Vivi again, saying things that popped into his head that made her face flush that pretty red color. Her response brought a wide smile to his face, but he knew that he couldn't say anything more right now--he had to focus on things like walking and breathing.

It was taking forever to get to the room. Had it always taken this long to get up to the seventh floor, or was he just being impatient? Trying to regulate his breathing, Dey glanced around every few seconds to make sure that they were still alone on these floors of the castle. At one point a suit of armor squeeked and he tightened his hold on Vivi's hand, heart spiking again before he forced himself to calm down. Nothing was going to go wrong--they were too far along now, and the night was going to be perfect. After all, they were going to...

Shaking his head slightly, he was determind not to think too much on that just yet. Not now, not while walking, because then he would get impatient and he might do something stupid; might pin Vivi against the wall in the middle of this corridor and do it now, without waiting to get to the room. Merlin, had it always been this hard to resist her? Had she always smelled this bloody good? Her perfume reached his nose easily, and Dey wondered if his senses were just heightened or if she was wearing more of it than usual. He found that he couldn't care less, as long as he could keep smelling it...

"C'mon, c'mon," he muttered under his breath, dark eyes scanning the air in front of them as he pulled her up another staircase. Was he going to make it? The feeling rising inside of him was telling him no, but his mind was determined to win out for just a little longer. Stay strong, Damien, don't let your heart take over yet...Letting out a huff, Damien paused as they came to the top of the steps and turned, his free hand moving to Vivianne's hip. He drew her to him and kissed her softly, resisting the urge to deepen the kiss, to snog her senseless right there.

"Mm, not much farther," he mumbled against her lips before he pulled away, releasing her hip after a moment. Swallowing hard he turned and began to lead her along again, flashing her a smile over his shoulder as they went. Towards the left, up another staircase, towards the right; it seemed never ending to Damien, and all the while he felt the feeling rising in him more and more. His eyes searched for hers every few seconds, his brain registering how great she looked every time. It was a perfect dress, what she was wearing, but she would look just as great if she wasn't wearing anything--

Stop it Damien he thought to himself, and hurried on, biting on his lip just so that he could focus on putting one foot in front of the other and getting them to where the room was. Finally, after what seemed like years (she still smelled so bloody good it made his head spin), Damien came to a stop in front of a blank stretch of wall on the seventh floor. Looking back at Vivi, breathing coming out faster, he gave her another smile, eyes still half lidded.

"Room of Requirement," he said in a low voice, letting go of her hand to walk foward, thinking hard. As he turned to walk back he spoke again, "You can get anything you want. Anything you require." Flashing a grin, he walked back and forth two more times, letting out a breath of relief when the door showed up. They had made it, and now...now they were finally going to do it. Their first time. The perfect set up, the perfect night. Everything went as planned.

"C'mere," he murmured, grabbing at her hand again, and he opened the door, letting her go through first. He quickly moved in after her, shutting the door behind them with a final 'snap'. His dark eyes searched the room--there wasn't barely anything, just one fireplace and the key aspect: a bed. The walls were a rich wine color, and he remembered, vaguely, being told by her that it was her room color. It didn't matter; all that mattered was that they were here, and there was a bed, and she looked so beautiful...

"Vivi," he said softly, and he turned her to him, pressing her against the wall more gently than before. Unlike his gentle hands, his lips crashed to hers desperately. Damien felt himself go lightheaded as he kissed her, but he couldn't bring himself to care, not when he had her pressed against him, and her soft lips were up against his...Making a noise in the back of his throat he moved one hand to her waist, the other sliding up her back to tangle gently into her hair. There was no more waiting--this was it, and Godric was he ready.

[.Vivianne Catherine Flint !]

Vivianne followed closely after him the whole way to whatever room he had picked out. It seemed awfully far away from their meeting place, so she was increasingly wondering if they were even going to be able to get there. One of them would crack, probably, and Vivi wasn't even sure of who it would be. As soon as she was out of sight of the Slytherins and other people she had wanted to kiss him and press herself against him and not let him stop. It must have been hard for him too to break away and pull her down hallways and up what seemed like endless staircases. Were they always that high, or did the castle somehow know that they were on their way to break school rules and it wanted to try to stop or discourage them?

Before they even got there, he turned her, grabbed her hip, and pulled her in for a kiss. Vivianne instantly returned it and moved her hands down to pull him closer. Heaven help her so that she could get all the way there without losing something, namely her head. They had been planning this, and it would have been stupid of her to blow it all off when they were so close because she was impatient. They could make it to whatever floor they needed get on. They could. They just needed to keep moving and keep moving quickly. When she was almost late for class she could take these stairs in seconds in order to get there before the teacher would yell at her.

His voice told her that they were almost there, and she silently thanked the God she didn't even usually acknowledge. Run, get up the stairs, find the door, lock it, snog Damien senseless. It was hard to think about anything else or make sure that she didn't trip over her dress or rip it or let her hand slip out of Damien's since she had no idea of where they were going or where he was leading them. Then he pulled her onto the seventh floor and seemed happy that they were there. Unlike him, it seemed, she didn't see anything exciting about the seventh floor. There weren't any rooms that were any more special than the ones downstairs. Only less people would walk the corridors to stumble upon them. Is that why she had been brought all the way up here?

Soon it became clear, though, when he paced and the door appeared just like the reason they were all there in the first place: magic. She gasped softly, listened to his words, and let him push her in before him. The room was simple. The walls were the color of hers at home with a fireplace at the side. Nothing else seemed to be present other than the large wooden bed in the center with its four posters and canopy. She swallowed, realizing that it was all really going to happen. The last time she had been in a situation like this, it had been slightly different, of course. She had been wearing a school uniform, his lips were already on her neck, her shirt was already halfway off, he pushed her into the floor, and she squeezed her eyes shut the entire time.

That wouldn't be the case now, she told herself. She wanted to do this. Only moments before she couldn't even wait to touch him again. They had been talking about this for ages. She knew, also, that if she really did want to back out, that he wouldn't hold it against her. He would have been disappointed, yes, but he was determined to not push her into anything that she didn't want to be doing. Vivi looked from the bed to his face for the second before she was pushed back against the wall with her lips and body pressed against his. This reminded her right away of why she was here. When he kissed her, she wanted nothing more than to be there and kiss him back and remind herself that the rest of the world didn't matter for tonight. No one else would matter at all.

Her moan vibrated against his lips as she moved her hands quickly to the few buttons on the front of his dress robe. She wasn't even thinking about what she was doing anymore as she fought with them and continued snogging him. She had never really figured out how dress robes were made, so she wondered vague as to how she would find the way to pull them off. For now, though, she could kiss him and work at the buttons she found and let him know that she didn't want to be anywhere else. "Damien," Vivianne mumbled against his lips as she deepened their kiss and pushed them off the wall and more into the center of the room to move onto the bed.

[damien]

He was normally observant, when his mind wasn't otherwise occupied by thoughts, and overrun by feelings that were too strong to ignore. Had he been in his right mind, he would have noticed the way Vivianne seemed nervous at the sight of the bed. It would have registered in Damien's mind that, while before she had been ready to go, maybe now she was feeling those nerves that made her hands shake in tenfold. Had he been feeling normal, he probably would have asked her, again, if she was ready for this; just to make sure, just so that he was positive he wasn't pushing her into anything.

Now, though, with his heart beating in his ears, and his feelings on the rise, Damien found himself doing just that; pushing Vivi into something, which just happened to be the wall. The touch of her lips to his was like a breath of fresh air to somebody who had been jailed for months. The feel of her body molded against his felt both familiar and completely new all at once, because this whole experience was new for them. This wasn't like the other times, back in a classroom, when they would kiss and come together and then have to stop, knowing that they couldn't go on. They had every intention of going on tonight, and so the feel of her pressed up against him felt completely different.

He let his hand wander up into her hair, fingers tangling into it, messing up all of the work she might have done to it for the Yule Ball. His other hand was content to stay at her hip for now, because his mind was mostly focused on the way her soft lips were moving against his. Breathing was becoming a problem, thinking wasn't an option, and it felt like all he could do right now was press into his girlfriend and let loose every feeling he had pent up and pushed back deep into his mind. Only one thing registered in his mind now, and that she was with him, right now, away from anybody who could tell them no, and they had no plans for stopping anytime soon.

Vivianne moaned against his lips and Damien felt as if he was going to pass out. After a moment he realized that he wasn't drawing breath anymore and quickly sucked one in, barely breaking the kiss just so he could try and get oxygen to his brain. It was only a second before he was kissing her again, lips moving against hers quickly, feeling permanently dizzy. He was pressed against her tightly, but allowed himself to pull away just enough so that Vivi's hands could move to the buttons on his dress robes. What were those for, anyways? Didn't he put these robes on over his head, or had he just imagined doing that when he started getting ready? Had they shrunk recently, or was it just in his imagination that they were constricting him?

Damien's thoughts on his dress robes were gone from his mind as soon as Vivi said his name, but before he could say anything in response (he wasn't sure what he would have said anyways) she was deepening the kiss, and he had no intention of breaking his lips from hers again. Instead, he hummed against the kiss and moved with her as she pushed back on him. He was danger of falling over himself as he backed up, his hand on her hip sliding to the center of her lower back. Dey continued to walk backward, holding Vivi against him as they kissed, until the back of his legs hit the bed and he stopped before he fell onto it. For a moment he focused on slipping off his shoes and kicking them aside, before nudging at Vivianne's shoes to signal that she should take hers off now too.

After they were both barefoot he took a slight step forward; Damien turned them both and wrapped his arm around Vivi's waist, lifting her up just enough so that he could move them both onto the bed, lying her down so that her head rested against the pillows. Dey broke the kiss and pulled away from her, hands on either side of her shoulders and knees on either side of her hips. Smirking at her with his eyes half lidded he leaned down to gently press a kiss to her chin, and then trailed kisses down her throat. However, his body was telling him that there wasn't much time for teasing, so Damien quickly reached into his back pocket and grabbed his wand, giving it a flick and drawing the curtains around the four poster.

Tossing his wand aside he lowered himself down, breathing hitching as his mind shut down again just from the little focus it had gained moments before. Propping himself up on his forearms he connected his eyes with hers, chest heaving. "Hey," he mumbled to her finally, before pressing his lips desperately to hers again, continuing with their snog as if he had never stopped. As he kissed her, one of his hands slid under her back, fingers barely brushing the zipper of her dress.

[.Vivianne Catherine Flint !]

Now that they were in the room where they had planned everything for tonight, both of them were not very patient. He pushed her against another wall quickly and continued the few other kisses he had started earlier. Even now, when they were not doing anything that they hadn’t before, everything felt different. Before they knew that they would have to stop and set themselves to return to class or their common rooms so that no one would suspect anything. Now they didn’t need to stop and didn’t need to get ready to see someone who would be questioning their whereabouts the moment they stepped out of the room. They would have time. They had time. They had all the time they would need. She could stay all night with him, and she planned to do just that. She wouldn’t leave him until the moment she had to.

People would expect some to stay with someone all night rather than coming back to their common rooms. It was the night after a dance, after all, and they were a castle filled to the brim with hormones and teenagers. The girls would just think that Vivianne met someone while she was at the dance or had someone to meet in another room for the night and activities beforehand. Most of them would be too busy with their boyfriends to care, anyway. Tonight wasn’t a night to worry. She could use all the time she needed with him, for once. They wouldn’t be cut short by their secrecy and hiding or something they had to get to that thought it was more important than the other person.

Damien followed her lead when she pushed them more toward the center so that they could get closer to the large bed in the center of the room. He didn’t seem to object very much to that movement. Instead he kissed her and practically fell onto the bed. Damien nudged her ankles to tell her to take off her shoes just as he had. Even if his socked feet and her heels, he was still taller than her. There was no way to match his height, it seemed. Oh well. She had gotten high ones for that reason, but they still didn’t do it. She wouldn’t need her shoes now, though, so it didn’t matter. She didn’t need much of anything now.

Vivi pushed her heels off with the other foot and let them stay with his shoes on the floor. Damien lifted her and him onto the bed, while he stayed over her. Vivianne’s hair spread out over the pillows that were already there as she watched every move he made. The curtains fell closed around them, capturing them inside something no one else could get in. Vivi whispered a quick spell that would keep them from regretting anything, and she looked back up at him from where he had put her against the pillows. She arched her back against his hand and let him unzip her dress and see a part of her heart no one else had.

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Vivianne yawned widely and moved herself closer to the warm body underneath the layer of blankets beside her. She couldn’t remember another after when she had wanted to stay as close to him as possible. Usually things were not the best right after. They needed time to think about it and everything, it seemed. They would part ways and get dressed and go on with their days as if nothing had happened. Talking about it never happened, and things were better when they saw each other again in normal circumstances. Now, though, she couldn’t imagine leaving the warm circle that his arms had made around her. Vivianne yawned again and pulled the covers more tightly around her. Things were certainly different with him, she knew. Now even more so than only a few hours ago.

[damien]

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It had barely been more than a month since that fateful day in November when a girl who could have ruined his life changed it for the better. There was a month of memories; of crying and yelling, humming and hugging, quick conversations and long discussions. A month of Vivianne's lips on his, of sneaking around, of having somebody who knew him better than he knew himself. There was a month of running his fingers through his hair and smiling to himself as he walked through the halls. A month of growing attached, adapting, changing, and coming to a conclusion.

Damien let out a contented sign, tightening his hold on the dark haired girl in his arms, eyes trained on her beautiful face. The feeling had been ever growing; if he had to decide, it really started a week ago. Ever since he met Vivi, his life had taken a good turn, and every moment was one he wouldn't take back. It was a week ago, though, that something seemed to click. He had looked up at breakfast to see her looking his way, a quill in hand, her ever present journal open. She was lost in thought, nibbling away at the feather, and a large swoop had taken ahold of his stomach.

He seemed to see her more than usual that day. Walking in the halls, she was digging in her bag, her face having a look of cute concentration. In Potions, he had lended her a few things for her potions which had turned out just right, to his pride. Later that afternoon, they skipped lunch and he spent his time kissing and murmuring with her. All the while he felt that swoop, felt his heart beat speed up, and a smile had been hard to beat down while around the other Slytherins. Everyday leading up to today, the feeling had strengthened inside of him, and as Dey watched her yawn once, he finally knew what it must be.

When Vivianne yawned again and pulled the covers around her more he snuggled into her, warm bodies pressed against each other, pulling another soft sigh from him, his dark eyes tracing every feature of her. Her hair, spread out across the pillows. Her dark eyes, her higher cheekbones, the slight smile he saw playing about her lips. His mind was brought back to a time when he thought about making love, and thought that when you actually made the love with the act. Now, Damien knew that that was rubbish. This wasn't making love...because the love was already there. He knew what it was, everytime he saw her and felt like the tallest man in the world. He knew what it was, when he couldn't help but smile around her. He knew what it was, the want to protect her, to dry her tears, to make everything alright for her as much as possible.

"Vivi..." he whispered to her, ducking his head down a bit so that their eyes could meet more easily. Damien felt a stab of nerves shoot through him as he stared into her eyes, but his mind wasn't racing like it was usually prone to do. After this...after what they had done, it was hard to think at all; all that he was, right now, was that solitary feeling, the one he had debated over, the one he worried was too early to feel. It couldn't be too early, though, because it was there. It was there for him, and he knew exactly what it was. And he wanted Vivi to know too.

"Vivi," he murmured again, brushing his lips against hers, and then her forehead. Deep breath, in and out, swallow to make your throat less dry. Damien met her eyes again, knowing that she was tired, knowing that he was keeping her up and that she probably wanted to sleep. They had made love. They had done it, and she deserved a good rest, right? He had to say this, though, before he exploded. He was positive of what this was, even if she didn't feel the same. There was nothing else this could be, and this wasn't anything like the other girls. In fact...this was what he was looking for in those other girls.

"I love you," he breathed.

[.Vivianne Catherine Flint !]

When she thought back on it, Vivianne had hardly known Damien for any real length of time. Most of the people she knew before little more than a month ago were her childhood playmates and friends of her parents. She had gone this far with boys she had known since they were both learning to walk. Vivianne had met and kissed Damien only a short while ago, yet it didn’t feel like that. It felt like a month and wishing to be by his side and kissing him and being someone she didn’t even recognize. It was only a month, but it felt like she had been like this for much longer. No one else would understand her or believe her if she could say something like that. A month was hardly any time at all. No one else would think that a month would be all it would take for her to turn into someone completely different. She was turning eighteen in a matter of days, after all, so she had not lived for that many months. This was just the best and busiest and craziest month of her short life.

Now, a month later, she had her eyes closed as she stayed in his warm arms. She kept yawning without really meaning too. In a few minutes she would be fast asleep if he stayed the way he was. Now they were just laying there, sitting in comfortable silence in the afterglow of what they had done. Other students would expect their peers to go off to secret places in the castle to meet for such things, but no one would know about or suspect the quiet Slytherin and a taller Ravenclaw who kept his head down most of the time. No one else would know about what they did or why they did it or anything. It would be their little secret, a personal and private secret that they could go back to any time they wanted.

She didn’t know what it was that made him different, really. Yes, he listened to her and seemed to want to do anything to make her happy. Yes, he was always the one she wanted to cry to whenever something went wrong. A hand of his on the small of her back was enough to drive her insane some days. All of these things were true; she just had no idea as to what could cause all of these things. She had never felt anything like the feelings she had when she was near him or just thinking about him or when they could find time to be together next. It was an odd feeling to her. She didn’t have anything to compare it to in order to see what it might be. It would just remain a happy mystery to her, it seemed.

Even if she didn’t know what it was, it didn’t stop her from feeling completely safe from the world in his arms. It didn’t stop the smile that played at her lips. It didn’t stop the blush that lightly painted her cheeks from appearing whenever she replayed what they had done in her head. It didn’t stop whatever it was from existing.

At the sound of her nickname in his voice, Vivi’s eyes fluttered open to meet his. He had moved to meet her gaze more easily. Vivianne let a wider smile dance across her face at the sight of him. He mumbled her name again and lightly touched his lips to hers. She smiled against the contact and moved her chin back up to meet his eyes after he dropped a soft kiss on her forehead. They both moved sleepily the whole time. They were both tired, she knew, and they should have been. It was late. They had just made love. They both deserved some time to drift off and enjoy the comfort of the other person’s arms. He seemed to have something to say, though. He didn’t seem like the kind to just mumble her name to kiss her lightly before falling asleep.

If someone asked her to think of what he would say, though, his next words would not be the ones she would think of. Without even considering them, she could feel her body stiffen and her eyes snapped open to meet his quickly. Was he serious or in the middle of an after illusion? She’d never thought the words about anyone. She had never heard anyone say them to her. Her parents cared for her, yes, but they were not overly affectionate. Her father tugged on her hair when she was little or her mother would kiss her cheek before leaving. They weren’t the love type. Vivianne wasn’t even sure if they loved each other. It was never important if they did. They got along and had two pretty girls and were making a decent living for them. Love had never been on her mind in any of her relationships – dating or otherwise.

What did it mean? What was she supposed to say? ‘I love you too, Damien’? But what if she didn’t? Did she? Was that the unexplained feeling that came out whenever his name or image came up? She didn’t know. She didn’t know what love felt like or what it was supposed to mean. It just sounded terrifying to her. But now, she needed to say something. She did care for him. She didn’t want him to leave. She didn’t know what she would do if he did. She needed to have something to say, or he would leave her and forget about her in a week.

“I – I…” she tried with little success. What could she do to save herself? “Damien,” she started slowly, hoping to give herself any extra time to help herself. “I care about you,” Vivianne decided on finally, “more than anyone.” Vivianne nodded and lifted her head to brush her lips over his softly, hoping that he would be all right with the answer and not have the desire to storm out or forget about her.

[damien]

Saying the words was both a relief and one of the most terrifying things he could have done. Damien wasn't daft; he knew that saying those three words, those three little words after just a little more than a month together, meant that he was moving...extremely fast. He couldn't help it, though; he didn't ask to be in love after only a month, but what else could explain everything that was happening to him with Vivi around? A Ravenclaw was logical, and for nothing to make sense anymore, meant that there was no explanation for this except for something that was still being studied throughout the world. It had to be love.

Vivi, though, might not be in love with him. The thought crossed his mind as soon as he said it, and Dey felt his heart jump into his throat as her body stiffened up. Most people didn't fall in love after a month, so why should Vivianne be as mad as he was? No matter how insecure he was, he wasn't afraid that she didn't love him because he was unlovable--he couldn't bring himself to think even that, because of what had just happened between them. No, what scared him was not having her not be in love with him, but having her get scared by his words and want to leave.

He opened his mouth to say something as she stared up at him, but closed it again and swallowed. This was such a stupid idea. He was rushing her, he was pushing her away; no matter how he felt about her, no matter if he was in love and felt it growing every day, why couldn't he have kept it to himself? It could have waited until a later date, when they were both further in the relationship and therefore more ready for something like this. A small part of him was glad that the feelings were out in the open, but the rest of him began to panic as she tried to speak with not much luck. Bloody hell, how had his mind not registered how much impact those three words would make?

When she said his name he felt his heart jump, and the level of anxiety he felt weighing in the bottom of his stomach doubled. While minutes before Damien had been steadily getting sleepy, something that very rarely happened for him, he was now wide awake again, eyes slightly wide, never leaving Vivianne's face. She couldn't get scared away. He would take back the words if he had to, no matter if that was a lie or not; he just couldn't lose her. Maybe it was dramatic of him to think like this after a month, maybe he was too young to be in love, but what he felt wasn't a normal emotion for him; but keeping Vivi was more important than her knowing about his love.

When she spoke again, he felt his shoulders relax from the tensed position they had slowly moved into. She cared about him, and her confirming nod with the words 'more than anyone' made Damien feel very relieved. A part of him, a very small part, had secretly been wanting her to repeat his words back to him, something he realized only after she didn't. However, the rest of him was vastly relieved that she wasn't getting scared away--he returned her soft kiss and let a smile take over his features.

"That's brilliant," he said softly, brushing his lips over hers again. Damien stared into her eyes and realized just how...nervous she seemed to be. The words 'i love you' seemed to make her uncomfortable, even if it wasn't enough to make her want to get away. At that point, he made a personal promise to himself. Unless the need for it really rose, and unless he couldn't keep from saying it, he wouldn't tell her that he loved her again. He would tell her he cared and he would do things to let her know that he did love her, but if the words were going to make her nervous every time...well, he would make himself refrain until she was ready. "And more than enough for me."

Dey smiled gently at her, his dark eyes meeting her slightly lighter pair. He brushed their noses together and tightened his hold on her, keeping her close to him, wanting to let the subject drop now. He had gotten the words out and felt better, and she wasn't leaving, even if she was uncomfortable; no need to push his luck. As he shifted a bit, something odd happened; he yawned. Damien looked vaguely surprised as the sleepiness took hold again, and he leaned down to press his face into Vivianne's hair.

"Sleep well, love," he murmured. "Talk to you in the morning..."