WHO: LOTTIE SWEETING & ADIAN ROSENBERG
WHAT: WHOA
WHERE: HERRRR FLAT
WHEN: TONIGHT!
Lottie really didn’t know why she had owled Adian that first night. It had been such a whim, she had almost forgot she sent it by the time she got the first reply. He had been fun though, when they went flat hunting, and extremely helpful. So why not. It was a good night out, she couldn’t really remember much what they talked about, mostly quidditch. Then the other people in the bar. Lottie quite enjoyed using her commentary skills to make up stories for people chatting at tables across the way.
That one night turned into two. Then two into four. Eventually it just became a thing. And every single time, Adian walked her right up to her door, just to make sure she got home safely, never once trying for a good night kiss. He was just so sweet. And funny. Lottie genuinely liked him, and it wasn’t entirely the happy buzz that she had going on that had her grabbing his face and pulling him for a kiss tonight. Adian had been just about to shuffle off, like he always did at this point, and all she could think about was why couldn’t he just stay.
After a long moment, she finally pulled back, just enough to give them space to breath. Right. So she did that. Shifting her hands down from his face to his shoulders, she hesitated, unsure if that was really a wise move. Perhaps there was a reason he had never tried to kiss her. “I--er-- would you like to come in?” Lottie asked pulling her hands back to herself, leaning back to her door.
Adian was still crouched forward lips puckered when Lottie pulled away, and he found that it took him a few moments to gain back a bit of posture. That had happened, right? He wasn’t dreaming? He hadn’t died and gone to the afterlife? He wasn’t in a coma? This was actually happening, Lottie had just grabbed and snogged him he was sure, because her hands were still resting on her shoulders. They had never done that before. He pushed his glasses back up his nose.
How was this a thing that was happening, again?
To be completely honest, Adian had absolutely no idea. But, he wasn’t about to be the one to call attention to the fact that he felt so out of the loop he had whiplash from a night he had previously assumed would be relatively uneventful (aside from the expected eventful, of course).
He experienced his second heart attack of the night when Lottie spoke again. Come… in? It was-- it was late, like--- Grandmother Louis was already asleep by now late, and they had been out for a while late, late enough that---
Blinking quickly (and recovering from feeling like he had almost fallen over from her words), Adian’s mouth flapped like a fish out of water. Would he like to come in? Would he like to come in? Did she really---
“Um--- yeah. Yeah,” he swallowed, nodding along in an attempt to have even the tiniest bit of decorum. “Yeah,” Adian repeated again, but this time made sure to lock his gaze with Lottie’s as he spoke.
“Yeah?” she repeated, opening her door and walking them backwards into her flat. Lottie didn’t waste much time before leaning back in to snog Adian again. Her fingers running through his hair then trailing down his back. She wondered momentarily why she hadn’t thought to do this before. On any of the other nights he had walked her home. Guiding his steps, Charlotte walked him backwards until he backs of his legs hit the couch.
Taking advantage of his momentary unbalance, she pushed him back into the couch, perching herself on his lap, knees on either sides of his hips. Her heart raced in excitement as her fingers finally found their way under his shirt. A small ‘oh’ escaped her lips as her hands ran up along his sides and trailing back down to his abs. Abs that she could feel. Taking a moment to breathe, her mind circled back around to all the nights out that could ended like this. With Charlotte kissing along his jawline, neck, anywhere really and her hands dancing along his skin.
This was it, this was how he was going to die. Adian could feel his heart racing entirely too fast, his limbs felt completely on a mind of their own, and his brain couldn’t keep up so he tried his very, very best to stay with the pace Lottie was setting. That was for the best, he decided as he quite proudly took a great grasp of her hair to pull her closer, because it gave him no time to actually think about what was happening.
He had even been about to hitch her up into his arms, for his neck had begun to hurt and he longed for a position more comfortable, but that was all shot to hell when she pushed him down and onto his back.
The image of Lottie Sweeting lowering herself onto him would, forever, be burned into even the tiniest crevices of his mind, and in that moment Adian had never felt so thankful to have a hundred-plus year wizarding life expectancy.
No, this was how he was going to die. His eyes widened for a moment, and his palms extended out in a startled manner. Her hands on his chest distracted him, her lips were everywhere and--- swallowing hard, Adian extended his chin back and closed his eyes momentarily. There were a lot of senses going off at once, his body felt like the general temperature of a volcano and he couldn’t--- she wasn’t sure if--- a distinct nip at the skin between his neck and his jaw had Adian snapping his eyes back open and squirming to attention.
Okay, okay, he couldn’t just lay here like a flop flobberworm, he didn’t want to lay here like a flop flobberworm so-- taking control of his own limbs again, one hand snuck itself under Lottie’s skirts to firmly grasp her upper thigh, and the other entangled itself within her hair again, no doubt knotting it into a mess as he clutched it. Adian turned his head, arching up to catch her lips once more.
For a moment, Lottie worried that maybe she had read the signs wrong, that perhaps Adian wasn’t as-- She moaned into his kiss as his hand slipped under her skirt, bolder that she was expecting but not at all unwelcome. Okay, he was certainly as enthusiastic as she was, just took him a moment to catch up.
She tugged at his shirt, deciding after a few minutes of her hands exploring his torso that it was practically a tragedy that he was still wearing one. Besides, he felt hot, she was doing him a favor really, as the room had suddenly become a sauna. “Hey--” she murmured into his lips, because he wasn’t paying attention to the fact she was attempting to take of his clothes. Which was completely forgivable as he was certainly paying attention to other things.
Rocking back just enough to pull his shirt off, she had planned to return promptly back to snogging but was distracted by-- well by him. “Why do you even---” Her words trailed off as she just took a moment to stare. Why were shirts even necessary? Leaning back over she trailed a line of kisses along his collar bone and up his neck, hoping that he didn’t mind a nip here or there too terribly much. All the while her hands drifted further and further down until they slid along his hips, fingers teasing at the hemline of his pants.
While such an unflinching stare would have usually caused alarmed to his inner core, right now Lottie’s gawking barely phased Adian. Yes, he was fit, wasn’t he? He tried, he took care of himself (for the most part), he wasn’t completely horrid to look at! Feeling a well-deserved boost in ego, he puffed his chest up ever so slightly and with an utmost devotion concentrated his efforts on her front.
It was difficult because there wasn’t really a lot of room, but with a bit of fumbling he did manage to undo and pull apart her blouse. Would robes have been easier to deal with? Adian wasn’t sure, but he once again thanked the all fates for Lottie declare she wanted to try out a Muggle bar tonight. This seemed to be working for them, nothing awfully uncomfortable had happened yet. No button in the eye, no knee in the groin no---
“Is this really happening?” Adian blurted, unable to control the flow from his thoughts to his mouth any longer. Her hands had moved to a more provocative area, provocative enough to snap him from whatever lust-filled world he had been in.
“Like--” The hand not currently glued under her skirt went to clutch the side of her neck. Adian looked up at Lottie, still not fully believing his own eyes. His next words came out with questioning disbelief.
“This is actually happening,” he established, albeit huskily and out of breath. Adian tried to keep his gaze focused on her face, for this was an important thing to establish for his own sanity, but his eyes couldn’t help but drop down to gaze within her open shirt. Merlin what was he doing, why was he talking at all this close to Lottie’s chest.
Lottie pulled away sharply at his words, sitting up straight this time staring at his face in disbelief. Is this really happening? . Her hands were very nearly down his pants! There was definitely a hand up her skirt, her shirt unbuttoned, his, she was sure she threw somewhere across the room. Obviously this was happening. "I'm not drunk, if that is what you are concerned about," she let out with a touch more bite than she had intended.
Taking a breath, Lottie tried to remind herself that he was most likely trying to be the overly polite gentleman that he was. Which at this very moment was extremely frustrating. It was for the best though, perhaps, if she took the opportunity to clarify. As sweet and nice as Adian was to her, she would hate to lose a friend because he thought it was something more that it was. She'd been on that side of things before, and she refused to be that person.
"Look, Adian" she said folding her arms across her chest and ducking her head slightly to regain his attention. "I like spending time with you. You're funny and nice and generally easy to talk to. I have fun with you, and right now I am very intentionally trying to have sex with you. Because I think it will be fun, and hot, and if how this has started is any indicator, probably pretty awesome."
She waited a beat for him to catch up with her words and process them. The last thing she wanted was for him to miss the next, very important bit. "But that's all this is." She said very clearly, keeping her gaze on his. "A fun time between friends. So," Lottie dropped her hands resting them on her knees. "If that's alright with you, can we stop talking now? Otherwise I should probably move off your lap and give you a moment."
“No I mean---” he yelped, but quickly Adian pulled his lips back and closed his mouth. Talking, more talking, why was he so cursed with constantly having to talk? It was not his turn to speak, so it was with wide eyes that he watched Lottie, watched her face (when she redirected his attention), and watched the air curdle serious.
He withheld flinching when she said ’Look’, and tried his very best to not look utterly daft. His hand, the one lifeline to this quickly deteriorating mood, stayed steadfast wrapped on her leg. Out of nervousness, Adian didn’t realize his grip had tightened significantly with time.
A fun time between friends?
A dark thought in the back of his mind wondered if he could do that. It wasn’t--- well, he truly--- would it be--- pressing his head back into the couch, Adian scrunched his eyes shut for a moment in an attempt to think. He supposed… realistically… things were never… if he wanted this, now… which he did… then…
“Okay,” he let out, eyes flashing open again. “Okay,” Adian repeated, nodding slightly now. He could do that, the more he thought about it, the more he realized he could definitely do that. Nodding vigorously, he curled up to meet Lottie again. If that was what she wanted, he would… he could at least try to see if it worked. Right?
Yes Adian answered his own question, and quite boldly retracted his hands from under her skirt to finish the job he started with her blouse. It popped fully open, and he sat up, looking to push her back and under him. His lips eagerly sought her soft skin, pressing against her collarbone first before moving down further and further.
For a moment, just half a moment, Lottie thought that he was going to turn her down. That she had pushed her luck thinking that he would be fine with just a hook up. At the first okay, she relaxed considerably. At the second she reach over and took his glasses off, setting them to the side because at this point they would only get in the way.
Lottie must have missed a moment or two, being caught off guard by Adian's advances. Her back arched at his kisses. Yes, this had been an excellent idea. Her fingers laced through his hair as her head tilted back. Hooking her legs around his thighs, Lottie pulled his hips closer to hers as her free hand tried to find its way to the button on his pants. It was so very hard to concentrate though, with the things he was doing with his mouth. She could very well just lay here all night and let him--
Wait--what? Sweet Adian who had never even stolen a kiss had somehow managed to get her on her back and take over control. Just what? Giving him another minute, Lottie gathered enough momentum to pull his face back up to hers, pushing herself back up into a sitting position. Not that she didn't enjoy his attention (oh, she definitely enjoyed it) she just couldn't reach far enough down to get her hands anywhere exciting like that.
It didn't take her long to resolve that issue. She groaned into his mouth as her hands slipped down his hips. She needed to think, quick, before she lost all ability. "I have a bed," she spoke quickly, trailing kisses along his jaw and down his neck, because any longer and there was no way they were moving from the couch. Though, with one hand pushing away any fabric it ran into and the other dragging down his back, she wasn't sure moving was worth the effort.
His hearing had lost the battle of his senses, so it was with a fuzzy recognition that Adian realized Lottie was talking at all. What had she said? Something about… her? Back on his back and breathing heavily, he tried desperately to backpedal, but all he could think about was Lottie’s hair. How mad it made him, how soft it felt, how much he would enjoy turning it into an absolute after-sex nest hair.
His own thought startled him, enough to let out a distracted, “Okay,” despite having no idea what he was affirming. Though, at this point, as she raked her hands down his back, Lottie could ask Adian a lot of things that he wouldn’t object much to. He closed his eyes and leaned back, thinking, for definitely the fortieth time in the last twenty minutes, that this was really happening.
