Becoming a Sallow

[Sixteen]

Tessa Wilkes

His mouth was everywhere, trailing fire over her skin with each kiss, her jaw, her throat, her chest. Her hands sank into his hair as he moved lower. He was uncharacteristically quiet. Not making a single sound, even his kisses were silent. She couldn't believe that he would be this quiet with all his bravado he usually fired off when it came to things like this.

"Sebastian," she whispered breathlessly, but he didn't say anything, just kept up his kissing.

There was a strange but deep ache low in her stomach that seemed to only grow more tense, like a coiling sensation, ready to snap.

How had she not realized? He was already good at kissing - from her extremely minimal knowledge of it - So why hadn't she realized how good his mouth would feel anywhere else?

"Wilkes."

Finally, he speaks, except that didn't sound like him... It was too high pitched.. a girl's voice.

"DAMMIT, WILKES, WAKE UP!"

Tessa sat up in bed, sweating, panting. Sylvia Grey was glaring at her from the side of the bed.

"What?!" Tessa asked, breathlessly.

"Wake up, you keep tossing and turning and whining in your sleep, it's distracting. Have your nightmares somewhere else."

Tessa flushed a bright red and muttered a 'sorry' before getting up, trying to clear her thoughts that still flitted through her mind, and how hot she felt, and how.. frustrated? Was that the correct word? Was that how she was feeling? She'd have to ask Annabelle. She quickly pulled open a drawer from her bedside table, pulling out a list of questions and added "Frustration??" to the list before pushing it closed.

She wasn't even sure if she'd ever see Annabelle again, she realized with a start.

Sylvia had already gone back to her side of the room, throwing open her wardrobe and looking inside for something to wear.

Tessa quickly stood and grabbed her own outfit out of her wardrobe and went to go shower and change.

Unfortunately, the shower did not help. In fact, she thought it was making her possible frustration worse. Her body was practically thrumming, her mind still full of the dream of Sebastian's hands and mouth working down her body.

It didn't really help that their relationship was somewhere in limbo. They'd kissed multiple times, he was holding her hand more often, gave anyone who sat next to her or stood next to her a little glare, unless it was Andrew. All the while, respecting the fact that Simon was still courting her.

She hurriedly washed and got out to dress herself. Once she was decent, she dropped her night clothes off into her room, but before she could slip out, Sylvia pointed at a letter that had been dropped onto her pillow.

She sighed and grabbed the letter, any feeling of frustration gone when she read her father's handwriting.

"Simon will be unable to meet this weekend. You have until the following Saturday to 'prepare' yourself."

Both relief and dread filled her. She truly did not wish to go back to her parents house, and she wasn't sure what they could do if she didn't. In the muggle world, she was still her father's property technically. And she didn't think the wizarding world would want to interfere on her behalf when it came down to it.

And her father was desperate enough for money, Tessa wasn't sure how far he'd go to get her back to the house. Was all the hassle worth it?

She stared at the letter until the words on it blurred, and she quickly rubbed her eyes, blinking rapidly to force the tears away. She turned and saw that Sylvia was staring at her with a frown. Surprisingly, it wasn't condescending or rude. It was concerned.