Consequences Of The Heart.

Chapter 16: Hetero Confusion.

Warning: Pre-smut ish with heteros

"Let's go somewhere a little more private before someone walks in."

The pink laced lingerie hung to her clear skin, outlining her curves and perfections. The fuschia overcoat lay on the floor behind her from being discarded a few minutes earlier. Her furry, flamingo boots stayed on her feet. The metal souls clanked under the tile when she strut, displaying herself like a prize I had won. Her outgrown, blonde hair flowed down the front of her semi nude body, shadowing her collarbones. Her hands, which seemed to be the most clothed area of her body, roamed all over her in baby pink, plastic gloves creating a sexual friction between the skin and unnatural material. As the echo of her footsteps sound through the confined room, her breath lingered on the side of my neck, sending shivers shooting down my spine like lightning bolts striking my already quivering bones. Her whispering of sexy gibberish near my earlobe lingered in the dancing heat. I was at a loss for words at what to do next. I stuttered out a shaky 'ye- yeah y-eah' as she combed her hands through my locks. She was capital H, HOT! I had no words to describe the excitement I felt through my skin, giving me goosebumps.

I had no idea how we had reached this point; I was pretty sure we had broken off whatever 'relationship' we had on the Hogwarts Express but instead, here she was, wearing only a range of pink accessories, practically begging me to have sex with her.

Sex. Sexual relations. Intercourse. Fornication. Such a taboo idea. It could mean so many different things to so many different people. What did it mean to me? It was the trademark for the beginning of a relationship, no matter how short lived said relationship is. It was the introductory act. It was the gateway to get to 'know' someone. It was the first impression you made when you met a girl and it showed confidence and vulnerability like nothing else could. I was a necessary evil as I knew it ever since it was painstakingly described by TJ about his excruciating first sexual encounter with a woman.

"Yeah. The usual?" I managed to finally get complete words and an improper sentence out; it was progress.

"Why change tradition?"

She pulled on her coat, covering up her treasures before I could take another quick sneak peak, much to my protest. I had so much adrenaline rush to my legs as we ran up the stone staircases, our inaudible footsteps leaving little proof of our presence. I felt the blood hastily rush to my cheeks, reddening them. Thankfully, it was too dark for her to notice. As we reached the top of the flight, I felt like all the blood in my entire body had rushed to make me blush. And it succeeded. I felt my body beginning to sway as though intoxicated, my feet stumbling and tripping as Amelia's lips latched onto any body part they could find and sucked like their life depended on it. Quiet moans escaped from throat in response to the new sensation. Her breathing jarred from time to time, catching her breath.

We had reached the top, stumbling upward as we ascended the last few stairs. But suddenly, Amelia stopped in her tracks, but didn't restrict her wavering movement. I looked up in heavy curiosity: Remus. Shit. He had mentioned something about not going to the Astronomy Tower for one day and I may have just broken a promise and done the one thing he asked me to do apart from 'stop being such a wanker' and 'shut up'. Hopefully, he would forgive me because I was about to get hella lucky and also, I noticed he and the Hufflepuff girl -who was staring oddly in our general direction, obviously at me- were just about done packing up. Fingers crossed.

They walked toward the staircase, which was consequently right near us. Remus stopped in front of me, as though looking for the words. I thought about saying something of an apology but decided against it; simply walking past with a sigh. But I didn't really have time to respond to his blatant disappointment because before I knew it, I was being pulled down against a soft and smooth surface: her boobs. They were...big, to say the least and...plump? Her arm had latched itself onto my wrist and aggressively pulled it onto her breast.

The -already see through- bra had been all too willingly ripped off along with my favourite shirt and the rest of whatever she wore had been discarded into oblivion. Both of our shoes stayed on, for an unknown reason. She had somehow managed to undo my leather belt in the time span of a few mere seconds and pulled down my pants to reveal my pale maroon boxer briefs that clung to my bare skin outlining my 'curves'.

"Oooh." Her sudden sound had startled me as I realised it was the first sound from either of us during the time-consuming fabric-discarding process. She laid down fully on the ground, her back hitting the cold stone but she elicited no reaction. My warm figure was pressed closely against her cold-blooded body.

The next ten minutes was wasted with a heavy make-out session. The entire ordeal caused gluttoral groans to be elicited from time to time as she roamed up and down my muscular body, sexually pinching and grabbing at my bare ass under my boxers. The constant love bites actually became less and less enjoyable each time she did it, and she did it a lot. Her legs wrapped themselves around my lower body and she thrust upward into my crotch during the entire thing, I desperately hoped she didn't notice my feeble attempts at stalling. Truth was, Little Paddy wasn't working. No matter how hard I tried -pun intended- or whoever I thought of, the front of my boxers remained as flat as a baby Billywig's butt. It was going to be soon when she began to get suspicious so I looked around for her underwear for some kind of inspiration. My head whipped around in different directions, but something else caught my eye, something other than Snivellus and Lily's 'date', it was the Quidditch Pitch. There was a band of shirtless boys wearing blue boxer shorts.

"Mhmm. Let's get started."

Amelia's voice snapped me out of my trance, rubbing her shaved thigh against my -much to my surprise- hardened yet clothed member. Her long fingernails ran down from my chest, to the elastic material and began tugging.

"I have to go." It was in a whisper. I didn't even notice I had said it until a few seconds after when my body caught up to my conflicted mind, It was then I also noticed the scowl on her face. But I didn't wait for her to react, I grabbed my clothes and the torn shirt and bolted toward the dormitory in a pursuit for some peace.

I am so confused. What is happening?

I am so confused. What is?

I am so confused. What?

I am so confused.

I am.

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Love, Kale.