It is a heady thing to be told so earnestly that one is wanted in such a manner; and Alexis is by no means strong enough to ignore the siren's call that is Theo pleading to him.
It's a bad idea; such a bad idea. He knew the second the idea had popped his head. Summer with her, in the sun and alone. This was always going to happen, one way or another. Either she would break or he would and they would crash together. On some level he was just as desperate as she was to have it happen, to let it happen regardless of what happened next. Even if it was his own sister catching them in the act -it was only fear for her sake that he managed any sort of control.
-but she had said please so sweetly and that control turned to ash.
"Just...Just tonight." He attempts, seeking her face to rest in his hands as he kisses her. Chaste and quick, a soft little peck because he can't help himself. Already falling to bits to be kind to her in a way he is not sure he is capable of...but he wants to try. "It will be different at Hogwarts. Less damning if we both disappear...but here, tonight. Just tonight we can get away with it all."
"Tonight is good," she agrees without hesitation before kissing him again, letting herself fully close the distance between them. Tonight is all she needs and then she can wait until Hogwarts. Mads shouldn't be back until late anyway, if not until tomorrow, so tonight is perfect. Though in the kitchen may be a bad idea. "Your room or mine?" Theo questions as her hand roams up his arm and into his hair, kissing him before he can answer because she needs another taste.
"Mine." He sighs between her kiss. Heat is quickly melting his finer motor skills. Alexis sinks into her, into the kiss like she's the sun and he is a helpless moth. Utterly drunk and only half aware of what is coming out of his mouth. "My room." He tries to correct, but his hands are cupping her arse in a way that is far too possessive.
"I am though." Theo admits quietly as her grip on him tightens. "We should now." Despite saying it she doesn't find it in herself to pull away, instead closing in for another hungry kiss.
He wants to correct her, lips open to do just that -because being his, that is too much, too good for the likes of a clumsy fool like himself. Everything he's ever sought to own has only ever falling apart, anything he's tried to keep tends to slip between his fingers. He's not good at being steadfast or honorable, he doesn't know how to be careful and safe. He only knows how to want, trip and break. To clutch her closer when he shouldn't. Lifting her into his grip, simply because he can and likes the way her weight feels in his hand. How it keeps her just at the right height.
It is an awkward route to his quarters, he gets too distracted by the taste of her. The softness of her thighs around him. More than once he simply gives up and perches her onto an end table or against a wall to delve deeper.
Eventually, finding no good purchase to properly rock against her, he pulls his face away and gets a firmer idea on the distance between them and his bed. Thankfully they are near.
"Gods, remind me to pick a closer room tomorrow." He mumbles against her throat as he hauls her down the hallway and into his room. Kicking the door firmly shut with his boot heel.













