Obscure Occurrences |C. BAREBONE|

☛ Thirty-Seven ☚

• April 1st, 1927 •

Credence softly sang happy birthday with Nagini as Genevieve slightly smiled before them. She was nineteen and finally shared a birthday with the Obscurial and a great friend. They made her laugh when there were only reasons to cry. They made her smile when Catriona only caused her to scowl.

Once they finished singing -extremely out of tune at that- Genevieve was beckoned to blow out the harmless candle above the small cake Credence had bought with the little money he received. And with a smile, Genevieve exhaled a puff of air, extinguishing the candle before small tuffs and curls of smoke disappeared into the cold air around them. Somehow, throughout the whole celebration, they managed to remain quiet as they spoke.

"What's Indonesia like?" Genevieve went on to quietly question as she placed a piece of cake between Credence's lips.

"Beautiful, if only you could've seen it-" Nagini began with her voice full of excitement, "- it was so simple and pretty, especially the area I lived in, not in the jungles of Indonesia like Skender says. If I could I would return this instant... But, you don't always get what you want"...

As Nagini went off on a tangent (after her low mood), her voice like silk as she spoke; Genevieve and Credence rested against each other. They basked in the sweet voice the maledictus possessed. The small moments such as these had the threesome forget about Skender and the Circus Arcanus. When they shared their previous lives in strange places to each other, they felt a freedom nobody else could provide. Even without her wand, Genevieve felt magical. In some cases, Credence would grow too comfortable and release an idle tendril of Obscurus which would linger across any exposure of Genevieve's skin. At first the maledictus didn't understand the two, nor did anyone else, it was right until some witnessed how they looked at each other, that they knew the importance of them being together.

Of course though, Catriona was oblivious to the deeper meaning behind the witch's and Obscurus' hand holding and embracing. Maybe she had just ignored it. And it was clear that she didn't like it one bit. Like Skender, the metamorphagus would taunt Credence and force him into laborious work... Sometimes she went as far as to threaten Genevieve's wellbeing. Genevieve couldn't see what was worse than cleaning up after the Firedrake's. They were dangerous creatures considering how they were used in some cases. Genevieve solely deemed them dangerous due to the sparks of fire they emitted. After being branded with the two-headed lion on her arm Genevieve wasn't as inclined to go near fire. The candle she had blown out was an exception.

Once Nagini was forced to return to her cage, Credence and Genevieve were left alone. Suddenly, the air had grown thick and pregnant with something familiar. It intoxicated Genevieve as she kneeled at the end of the bed at Credence's feet. He was laying defenceless with his eyes closed upon the sheets. Therefore, Genevieve took the long awaited initiative.

Slowly -ever so slowly- Genevieve took her lip between her teeth and leaned forward to crawl over Credence. He noticed her once she reached his torso but he kept his eyes jammed shut while Genevieve travelled further up his body. Each fall of her hands against the spring mattress sent untamed shudders to skip across his spine.

He refused to lose control.

But he also didn't know what to do. He hadn't touched her like that or vice versa in two years. Therefore, Credence refused to peel his eyes open despite the gentle touch of Genevieve's fingers trailing over his face. First they outlined his jaw and across his short hair before her nails slowly trailed down his nose and cupid's bow to eventually press against his lips.

That's when Credence finally allowed Genevieve to see those orbs of black ink. Instantly, she was entranced by them before she pressed her finger harder against his lips, causing Credence to take her finger into her mouth. She could feel his warm tongue against her skin while their eyes bore into each other's. It was an oddly intimate gesture that allowed Credence's confidence to quickly build. Without warning, he flipped his body which Genevieve straddled and pushed her into the pillows beneath him.

When Genevieve pulled her finger from him, Credence finally stooped down to place his lips inches from Genevieve's. He was so close yet so far as Genevieve began to rake her fingers through his dark strands of hair. She knew what he was doing... Credence Barebone was teasing her.

"Well, don't keep me waiting" she whispered against his mouth, her breath fanning over his plump lips as they curled into a smirk.

Credence shook his head then. And in reply, Genevieve squirmed beneath boy until he placed his hips between her legs.

Genevieve felt the pull then; when only three layers of clothing was between them.
To distract herself from the growing heat, Genevieve chuckled into saying:

"You wouldn't tease me like this? Would you Credence?".

But he still kept silent, his lips hovering over her's as her heart hammered against his chest. It was as if it was attempting to break through her skin to reach his own. Only he could do this, she trusted him enough to generate this pulsing throughout her body and worship her like this.

"Isn't it my birthday?".

That's where she caught him.

It is her birthday, he thought and -for the first time- Credence chuckled before finally pressing his lips to her own. Genevieve immediately moulded into the kiss and undulated her body to perfectly fit against his.

Once they had touched in that way, Credence proceeded to skim his hands up her leg. From her curved foot to the hem of her dress and upwards, Credence traced his fingers across Genevieve's body and -at last- gave the witch her birthday surprise.