It's too late to apologize (Nerisei)

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The witch's lips against his own started just as softly as his own. The first kiss they'd shared in much too long was tentative, both trying to remember how this went, savouring the moment because they had been given another chance. The thoughts of what was on offer -- or not -- were pushed from the boy's mind, though, they weren't important as he pressed his lips firmly back to Nerisei's with a second kiss.

As she pulled back, Dimitri's heart stopped in that moment, uncertainty prevailing through his body as he tried to work out-

"Don't stop."

The instructions were clear, and Nerisei's lips were insistent upon his. Dimitri followed her movements, allowing the witch to draw him down on to the bed with her. His body covered hers completely in that moment, but they weren't done. It took a few awkwardly missed kisses, and a little bit of shuffling before they were both upon the bed comfortably, and engaged fully in their kisses. Dimitri's breathing had lost it's rhythm quickly, managing only to take breaths between kisses until he felt more than a little light headed from it all.

His tongue had found hers, though honestly he could not have said whether it had been his own emboldened move, or whether Nerisei had taken the initiative. Either way, Dimitri had pressed kiss after kiss to the witch's lips, engaged in the sparring with her tongue when the need arose. One of his hands had found her cheek, angling her head just right, and then caressing her cheek with his thumb whilst his other hand drew her closer by the waist.

Dimitri let out a soft moan in the witch's mouth as she sucked on his bottom lip between kisses, catching him unaware in the process. His lips slowed in their movement temporarily as the momentary self-consciousness took hold, but when Nerisei's lips kept coming back for more, he relaxed in to the kiss anew, trying to keep a pace, but not really knowing where they were going.

"Don't stop" might have been useful to most boys, but Dimitri Moreau was not one of them.

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Their kisses never stopped for more than a couple of seconds. Both teenagers were too eager to feel each other, taste each other... It had been too long since their had let go and have each other what they truly needed, and now, that it was finally happening, neither knew where to start and where to stop. But Dimitri wasn't stopping. Instead, he had actually followed her instructions and instead of moving away, he had moved closer. Much, much closer.

The male allowed himself to be pulled down by her, his body covering hers softly. A few messy, sloppy kisses and a couple of wiggles later, Dimitri had laid comfortably against Neri, nestled between her hips as they kept kissing. Neither of the stopping. Both of them unsure of what would happen next.

Their soft, tentative kisses had turned into fierce, passionate ones. Tongues had darted out to meet one another, savouring the sweet taste. Dimitri's fingers were caressing her cheek, her own lost into his hair, tugging softly from time to time, enhancimg the pleasure. Nerisei didn't know how much time had truly passed before they had to break away from each other. She didn't want to. It had been so long and she simply couldn't break away from his warmth. But she had to.

Being a Head Girl meant she had duties, a role to play for the school. And she couldn't let her professors nor the Headmistress down. With sadness, after hours of passionate kisses, Nerisei pulled back, giving Dimitri a small smile. She was happy after so long, and she could see that he, too, was happy with this. With her. Both of then untangled themselves from one another and fixed their clothing. No more than ten minutes later they were exiting the Head Dorms in a liplock. With one last kiss, they parted, each one going to their separate ways, but with a common promise. They would meet again.

Because Nerisei knew this was not enough for her.

She wanted more.

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