Not Just Any Slytherin

Just because we share a bed and I live in your room and such doesn’t make us one of those things.

Who sent it?

The worst thing ever has happened. We got an owl to a pureblood gathering and it was to both of us. You know what that means right?

It means whoever sent it is presumptuous and should fire their scribe.

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His words were always going to be her undoing. Whether or not it was something simple like promising her that he’d never leave her or just reassuring her, or even now with the turning her on beyond all logical thought, she was always so affected by the words that came out of his mouth. It drove any logic she had from her. “But that’s so vague. Just don’t displease me.” She knew that he wouldn’t. She couldn’t think of any time that he had displeased her. He’d made her toes curl beyond all reasonable doubt since the moment he had touched her in that classroom. She was so enamored with him at the moment and his touch, along with her desire that she huffed at his words. “I do not talk a lot, thank you. You’re talking an awfully lot for someone who should be putting his tongue to better use.” Some people would grow bashful at words like that but Alecto didn’t have a bashful bone in her body. But between his fingers and his tongue, as slow as it is, she couldn’t help but push against him, wanting more of him and needing more of him, but knowing that she wanted to buildup and desire. Moaning out loud, she could feel her thighs beginning to shake some, as she grew closer to the edge. “Close. So close. Please. Fuck just, please.” She was beyond making any sense.

She might have been busy defending herself (only somewhat truthfully) against his claims that she talked a lot, but he was well aware that the petulant tone of her voice had nothing to do with her taking offense and everything to do with his prolonged taunting of her most sensitive areas. A rather amused hum radiated from his lips against her when she said he should be putting his tongue to better use. George was more than willing to do just that, but he knew he wasn't about to employ any of the abandon he sometimes did, which rendered her helpless and spewing noises she would otherwise deny she was capable of emitting. No, instead he had every intention to take things at a steadier pace, thus making her pleasure mount until it was so unbearable she had no choice but to let her muscles be released from their struggle. There was little he enjoyed more than watching the crescendo of her desire work at overwhelming her, from the way Alecto's thighs began to shake as they thrust toward him with greater desperation, to the increasing pitch and longevity of her moans. Upon hearing her string of pleas and other frantic gasps, George grew ever more determined and began to stroke within her more fully, trying to coax out all he could from her heated depths while still not moving too quickly. At the same time, his other hand gripped her hip in place, and he moved from tasting her with daunting precision to sucking more determinedly on the nerves that presented themselves where he lay tucked between her legs.

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Alecto didn’t ever let anyone in, but he was the one that was the exception to that. Amycus knew her better than most people do, but at the end of the day, she felt abandoned by him and she had allowed herself to get close to George Carlisle, as insufferable and fucking ridiculous as he was. They had been ‘together’ for well over a year now and they both seemed to have settled into that, not that either of them would ever be admitting that. But today wasn’t about feeling connected in the most unexpected of ways. She didn’t care about her feelings for him at the moment. She cared about the pure unadulterated lust of it all. She’d always stayed so reserved but her desire was past caring. She wanted him to get her off and not just once. She wanted to be so worn out that she couldn’t move and she wanted to unwind from a truly wonderful day. She had no clue what was in store for her at this moment, but as demanding as she was being, she was more than willing to be at his mercy, but that didn’t mean that she was going to stay mellow, because she just didn’t do mellow.

"How long though" She had a mischievous look that was truly sexually frustrated but at the same time, she was so drawn to her being left on the edge because she was quite the lover of pain at times, and his lips trailing down her body were enough to make her go completely mental, as her hips pushed up towards him, trying to get some relief, before moving to let her fingers dig into his shoulders, when his finger pushed into her and she pushed against it, wanting to feel it and then more. His fingers, his lips, his tongue, all of it. She wanted it all. "Let’s not discuss my begging, hm? Because let’s keep in mind that I give as good as I get and if you make it really good, I may have to make you forget your name because I have all this adrenaline and really really want to do all sorts of things to you because you see, you have me so turned on that I am throbbing with need and can’t get all of these very inappropriate thoughts out of my mind. But then his tongue had moved to her body and she moaned. "Fuck, don’t stop." She knew her legs had clamped around him as she held him to her, while her hand tangled in the short hairs at the nape of his neck. He may still be just moving at a steady pace, but he was brilliant at it, not that she’d tell him so.

He returned her mischievous look with one of his own, but there was something deeper, darker, and more knowing in the light of his eyes. "Too long for you to count the minutes," was all George said in reply, leaving it vague in a way that raised more questions yet also quenched them at the same time. It was no secret that Alecto wanted many things in life, and he thoroughly intended to give her all of the things that were within his power to bestow. But he was not a nice guy by any means, and he quite enjoyed watching the anticipation build within her, when she was close enough to know what she wanted, yet unable to force him to present her with it in a more timely manner. Still, he knew she found pleasure in the build up and hanging on and all of the things for which she cursed him. Which was precisely why he lingered on such things. "You talk an awful lot," he kept his response short, replying instead by moving his mouth to where she was, in her own words, throbbing with need. Where her hands were once on his shoulders, her legs now locked, and he allowed her to urge him closer. His fingers pushed into her at a steady pace, moving in, curling slightly, and then slipping out, as if they were to leave forever. Gradually, as he went from running his tongue laboriously over her wet flesh to pressing against her nerves with a heightened sense of determination, George quickened the pace of his fingers, set on bringing Alecto over the edge, even if he was in no hurry to stop devoting his attentions to her. She told him not to stop, and he certainly wasn't going to do so.

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She couldn’t say what made her moan his name as often as she did, when they were like this, but she had to say that she wasn’t spending much time dwelling on that or the things that came out of her mouth. She just knew that she liked what he did far too much. She’d also never been one to say please, but he seemed to get that too, which she knew bordering on begging him to please her. But she couldn’t help the fact that he made her practically writhe in need, when she was wound up as it was. He was evil and not just the death eater way. He loved to make her crazy and she wouldn’t change it for anything. Her hips arched up against his hands over her hot flesh, and she unabashedly pushed her hips towards him, wanting more, anything that he would give her. She was so vulnerable under his touch and she didn’t even have the presence of mind to really care. Then his mouth started to descend, and that made her even more mental and she grabbed onto his hair and gave him a look. “Stop being evil. Don’t make me beg. If I have to beg, I swear to the Dark Lord himself, that I will kill you after you make me come for making me resort to begging you. I want it all. I want to be selfish and you know I’ll pay you back, so please.” He was giving her some relief but she wanted it all and above all, she wanted it all from him. She was truly fucked and she didn’t just mean how she hopefully would be within the hour, but emotionally too.

Anyone who knew Alecto in the most general sense of the term - for she did not really allow anyone to get to know her, but instead the tip of her wand - was aware of the fact that she would go to great lengths to get what she wanted if the situation was pressing enough. What everyone else was not privy to knowing was the fact that, when they were together, her determination was carried out through not only threatening words, but also scratches of her nails, tightening of her legs, and, as right now, moans and matching incessant thrusts of her hips toward him. George enjoyed her responses immensely, and took every advantage possible when he could work to evoke them more thoroughly, though he was not hasty about it. Either he was tasked with getting out his own tension and likely aggression while helping her release hers, or he was busy spending his time making sure she enjoyed the journey every bit as much as the destination. So far, this time seemed to correlate best with the latter route. At the same time, he most certainly was not above taking his own enjoyment from her neediness and pleasure; quite on the contrary, it merely drove him with a look of darkened, wicked desire in his eyes.

"You will have to wait quite a while to kill me if you plan to wait," he broke his response to trail his mouth down her stomach, his lips grazing languidly across the soft skin of her stomach. If it was scarred, he didn't notice, instead subconsciously liking it all the more for not hiding what she once concealed at all times. "Though," he glanced up with a smirk, sliding a finger into her. "You know I will give you what you want. I always have, have I not?" His smirk flickered terribly before he lowered his head and pressed a lingering kiss against the inside of her thigh. Sliding a second finger in to join the first, he pumped them into her just a little too slowly, wanting to watch the fury build within her, but not yet willing to let it go. He mirrored the actions of his lips on her other thigh before glancing up one more time. "Not that I am opposed to the idea of you begging." This eyes were cruel in the most intimate of ways, though they held deeper sentiments, of pride and something even further than that, to which he gave no consideration. Instead, George lowered his head, gently running his tongue along her exposed flesh. He began to encircle her most sensitive nerves, sliding his fingers into her at a steadier pace at long last, curling them before pulling them away and then repeating the action once more. His free hand stroked the warmth of her hip and traveled the expanse of her stomach, keeping her close to him.

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She wasn’t good at letting anyone in. That had never been who Alecto was. She was that person who kept everyone at arm’s reach, no matter what, because that was the safer way, and while she may be evil, she didn’t always feel completely safe. But this was not the time to dwell on that sort of thing. ”Well I think right now they’re the same thing and I typically am right.” She wasn’t even sure what she was going on about at this point, lost in the fact that he was being far too mean to her and she didn’t like it one bit. She then sighed softly when he finally pulled off her knickers and moved to kiss him eagerly, as she arched up into his touch, pushing against whatever body part of his that she could access. When his hands moved to her breasts, she moaned out his name followed by a simple word, that she didn’t ask many. ”Please…”

At this point, he wasn't entirely sure what she was on about, but he didn't really care. She seemed to be justifying herself, and he was sure she was buying it, too. In his case, George was a little too distracted by how she was reacting and how generally hot she was to spend much time considering more conversation. The way his name sounded coming from her lips, encased in a moan, never failed to turn him on, and he pressed toward her heatedly. Still, it was what she said next that got to him most. Alecto frequently asked for things, and often demanded them, but requesting with polite words was a whole different story. It made his insides flare up and his determination come to a head. Biting her lip, he slid one of his hands down across her ribs and over her stomach until sliding down a bit farther and parting her flesh with both a smirk and a groan at how wet she was. "Yes?" though, even with the faintly smug look on his face, George was very prepared to give her far more than she was requesting, all thanks to how aroused she made him and the unusual word she had uttered, and thus he began to let his head descend, pressing his lips into her skin until he could mirror the actions of his hand that hadn't moved with his mouth on the other side as he continued to stroke her.

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She glared at him, but it was hardly a glare and more of a ‘why the fuck are you still talking?’ look. But she knew that her growing impatience that accompanied her growing desire was only going to make him make her wait even longer. He liked to make her wait and it wasn’t very nice. She eagerly helped him take her bra off, moaning when his hands traveled over her skin, desperate for any sort of touch between the two of them. He made her completely crazy and sometimes she wasn’t the least bit shy in letting him know that he knew how to get to her and this was one of those times. When he began to stroke her through the fabric of her knickers, her hips arched towards him as she ran her hand over his chest. “Ugh when did you become so patient? Patience is not my thing. Don’t stop though. If you stop, I’m killing you.”

As much as there was a deeper part to George's enjoyment over getting a positive reaction out of Alecto, based on the fact that he knew she generally closed herself off and didn't allow herself to feel much, there was also a much simpler and more hormonal reasoning, too. The latter stemmed from how he loved knowing he could get to her and get her to let herself lose control, no matter to what extent. "Being patient and liking to drive you mental aren't necessarily the same thing," he smirked. Leaning up for a moment, he pushed his shirt the rest of the way off of his shoulders, moving his hand from her for only the smallest of seconds in order to complete the process. Taking advantage of his positioning back near her legs, George slid her knickers off rather swiftly and tossed them aside before leaning down once more to kiss her. His hands slid over her ribs, his hips pressing down against hers, and his arousal growing even through the layers of fabric that were currently constraining him. He let out a slight groan, running his hands up to her breasts and kneading at her warm skin.

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She knew that she was becoming more and more vocal about what she wanted and needed, but she wasn’t really shy about any of that with him. He always made it so comfortable and it didn’t hurt that he was as hot as he was. He blew her mind and she craved him like she never knew that she could crave anyone in her entire life. She was pretty sure she was going to kill him if he didn’t give her what she wanted. “But I need it all. Don’t make me wait or I’ll make sure I get off first and then I won’t let you do so.” She knew that was maybe an idle threat but it sounded good at the time, even though she knew there was a good chance that he’d pay her back for that. But then he had moved his hand to her knickers and she arched closer to him, moaning when his hand moved over her bra and then his mouth. “Don’t stop.” She let her own hand move to run over his chest and down his body as much as she could.

Hearing her threat, he found that he couldn't help but smirk. She was so sure of herself and trying to be so intimidating, and it turned him on while amusing him, as well. "Oh but you're always supposed to come before me, aren't you?" The unintentional double entendre made his eyes light up with mischief. "Ladies first, or something like that." He ended his comments there, busying his mouth over the fabric of her bra. Alecto arched up toward him, her hips seemingly encouraging his hand to do more than sit there, even if the state of her knickers made it clear she wasn't too displeased. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra and then pulled it down her arms. With the moment of having his mouth free, he smiled down at her. "I won't stop, and I'll follow through with what I said, but I don't believe there was any part in that courtesy saying that prevents me from making the lady wait." Rather than pausing to await a response, he returned his mouth to her breast, this time free of any fabric, and moved his tongue over her warming skin as his free hand took up the place opposite it. Farther down, he made no haste to remove her knickers, instead enjoying the way her hand felt on his skin, and beginning to stroke her through the fabric.

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She always inwardly cursed just how responsive she was to him. She could be reduced to completely melting in a matter of minutes when it came to him. He made her completely mental and she loved it so much. She loved everything about him, but she tried not to focus on the love because focusing on that, made it come out of her mouth, which was never good. Right now, she preferred to be driven by the desire and lust that she was currently feeling for her boyfriend. ”That’s because I love the way your body feels against mine and need that because it turns me on ev…” Then in the next instant, her shirt was ripped and while she normally would have said something about it, she was completely into it. Then his words practically made her whimper in his arms, but she got an evil look in her eye and she pressed even closer, wishing his lips were even closer. Then she was backed onto the desk and moaning unabashedly, in his arms, arching towards him, her hips lifting on the desk, desperate for his hands to move lower on her stomach, and she allowed her nails to run over the back of his neck as she kissed him. “Please. I want it all. Make me forget. I want to give it all to you and more.” She then bit down on his lip hard. “But make no mistake. I give as well as you do and I will make you unable to remember your own name or your allegiance, because I am extremely amped up on the victory of an amazing kill and I want you right here and right now, and I always get what I want. So why don’t you stop saying you’re going to make me forget and make me desperate, because I am already very desperate and very very wet and it’s not smart to not give me what I want, when I want. I am capable of all sorts of things.” She then arched closer to him, her need growing by the minute.

The fact that she could simultaneously seem vulnerable, as evidenced by the whimpers that escaped from her mouth, and incredibly in control, to which the evil glint in her eyes alluded, drew him in immensely. She was a wonderful mixture of being his and being solely her own, and he loved knowing that he could take part in that. After all, George really wasn't one to share. And he didn't have to, which was something he'd always ensure. One of his hands was moving down her exposed stomach, and she was making no attempt to hide how wound up she was, with her hips pressing up and moans leaving her lips like sounds of urging and hopeful persuasion. Luckily, what she wanted happened to be what he already had in mind. George smirked into their kiss, groaning slightly when she bit his lip. How vocal she was about what she wanted wasn't new, but the extent to which she was conversational and clear about it seemed to be a new development. Certainly not one he minded in the least. "As if that's ever something I would forget," he chuckled, but his eyes were dark as he drew back to meet her gaze for a moment. The admission she made kept things nice and clear, and he smirked more, though he could feel his own arousal growing along with it. "I will always give you what you want," he replied simply, kissing her once more. "The timing, on the other hand," his lips moved down to Alecto's jaw and descended without any niceties until they arrived at her collarbone and he sucked on her skin. "Is entirely up to me." Yet even as he said it, he moved his hand down over her knickers and cupped her through them, reveling in how accurate her comment was. He slid her up a little on the desk so that he could continue moving his lips downward, this time attaching them to the skin above the fabric of her bra, and then descending over it with a small sound of enjoyment.

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When he pressed closer to her, she couldn’t help but sigh under his touch. She couldn’t help but return his smirk with her own, but that was all swallowed by the way he made her feel when he moved his mouth to her neck. His touch always drove her out of her mind and she loved it so much. Then he was working on her clothes and she couldn’t help but want to be out of them, his touch making her completely crazy. Yanking his hair so that he moved back to her face, she kissed him again, tugging at his lower lip, as she let her own hands find his shirt, working the buttons on it, so that her hands could snake under it, desperate to feel his skin and the beating of his heart. Muttering against his lips, she smirked. “You’re wasting time.”

One thing he enjoyed most about having Alecto in a situation of this sort was how responsive she was. While she was evil and ruthless, and sometimes that wicked determination transferred over to her more personal endeavor, she let much more of herself show. It was a mutual thing, but his attention was solely on her, and he loved knowing both that she was letting go and that she was able to allow herself to be pleased at such times. Kissing her again, he pulled her closer as her hands wandered over his skin. "You're the one who always made a to do about me not taking you out of all of your clothes." His smirk turned rather maliciously thrilled and he suddenly ripped her shirt the rest of the way off. "But I don't want to see the proof of your triumph in the filthy blood on your clothes." George searched her face for a moment, wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her slightly so he could yank down her skirt as his lips continued to move near hers. His voice was gruff, his heart pumping quickly. "I want to see it in your eyes and hear it in your fucking voice when you forget everything aside from how evil you are and how desperate you feel." Leaving it there, he moved forward and pressed her backward, laying her down on the desk and moving on top of her in one swift moment. He pressed his lips hard against hers and ran his hand down over her bra and across her stomach.

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She loved the feel of him being pressed so closer to her and she was in such a euphoric mood, which helped the situation even more. Although she knew that they were both quite busy from time to time, that was not to say that she didn’t miss things like this. Kicking her boots away completely, she moved her leg so his hand could move up it and her eyes met his, full of complete desire and kissed him more feverishly as her arms looped around his neck.

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As she urged him closer with her arms around his neck, George moved without a second thought, pressing nearer to her. The skin of her legs was warming beneath his hands, and the reaction spurred him on encouragingly. Why she chose to slaughter people why wearing such a short skirt, he wasn't sure, but he certainly held no complaints. Breaking his lips from hers, he smirked for a brief instant before busying his mouth with her neck, trailing it down at a steady pace. He made sure to keep his lips busy as his fingers drifted to her skirt, giving it a yank so it was untucked before working open the buttons. Once it was open, he paused in his efforts to free her of it, instead running his fingers across her ribs and dragging his hands over her sides.

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She could see the desire radiating in his eyes and it definitely turned her on as she glanced at him. She really needed to get cleaned up soon, but she supposed she could wait, because this was definitely appealing. Her mood was definitely favorable at the moment and it was getting even better as her desire grew. Moaning against his lips, she tangled her tongue with his and moved her hand to his shirt, not even caring if she was getting him messy. In all fairness, he had been the one who had made her prolong getting in the shower and now she was very distracted.

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She moaned and he pressed closer to her, enjoying the reaction far too much. It was very possible that she was a bit exhausted from the assignment she had just been on. Still, he had been able to see the thrill running through her eyes upon her return, and he knew that Alecto found success and murder to be quite the adrenaline rush. And why shouldn't it be? Reaching down, he gave each of her boots a firm tug, letting them clatter to the floor as one hand slid back up her leg and the other went to her waist, bunching her shirt as he pulled her nearer to him and deepened their kiss once more.

Careful. That may mean more than you can handle.

Oh I hate sharing, but you haven't slept anywhere else in months. I see no reason for you to relocate, so it would seem it's you I'm not going to share.

Yes, I know. It only works because we only refer to the room I’ve been sleeping in for almost as your room and pretend that we haven’t been together for a year. So yes, separate everything, of course.

If you sleep in 'my room,' then I suspect that means we're sharing.

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"I am victorious, so why would I pretend that I am not?" She hadn’t been expecting him to pull her close, especially since she knew that he didn’t like when she got blood or touched the filth as close as she did. They had very different methods, but that was just how it was. They both respected the otert’s methods in many different ways. But she wasn’t really focused on any of that right now. She was focused on the fact that this was taking an interesting tone, one that she craved than she liked to admit at times. But when he took a desire like this in her, it made her far too happy. "Then show me." Before she knew it, she was sat on top of the desk. "Nope, not yet." She pulled him to her and kissed him soundly, biting down on his lip. "That is much better, if I say so myself."

"You should never pretend such a thing," he replied with a simple shrug. With her seated on the desk, he looked down, his eyes darkening with a desire that he could see reflected in her own gaze. George moved at her urging with ease, his fingers pressing more firmly as he held her when she bit his lip. They drew apart and he searched her face for a moment, though really it only took a few seconds. Letting one of his hands remain at her hip, he moved the other into her hair and gave her face a small tug toward his. He kissed Alecto once more, this time pressing down against her so that she was firmly planted in place as his tongue pressed against her lips. He was more convinced by the minute that her shower could wait.

He can buy his own clothes.

Another reason our finances are content to remain separate.

It’s not like it’s your money. We don’t combine finances. I don’t think we’ll be at that phase ever.

You already split your finances, so I do not see why I would get involved on that front. Though if you really want to care for Mr. Carlisle, maybe you can buy him some clothes, as well.