Testing the Limits [Dimitri]

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“Of course, Miss Volkova.”

Nerisei smiled widely at the answer, before she was pulled into his embrace. Not too close, of course. This was a waltz, not the Bachata. But Nerisei didn’t need the close embrace of a Bachata at the moment. No, she didn’t want the sexy type of closeness. She wanted… she needed the most simple closeness. The romantic type, someone would say. And Dimitri was offering her that much without questions. How could Neri not love this?

The duo moved around the room, never losing their step. It was amazing how, even though they were both clearly drunk, they moved so easily. Dancing seemed to come naturally to the both of them, plus, the music was something they both enjoyed. It was impossible for them not to feel it in their bones. And maybe this was why it was so easy for them not to lose their step. They didn’t count. They just… followed the haunting sound of the violin.

“Strange piece to choose.”

Nerisei listened to everything Dimitri had to say but didn’t reply right away. Instead, she moved around some more, closing her eyes and enjoying how the wizard was leading the way for the both of them. She could trust him with pretty much anything. Nerisei felt so safe being with Dimitri, it was scary. How could someone feel so close to another person, when they didn’t even know where they were both standing? When it was forbidden, in a sense. Life was cruel, and Neri had no idea what game it was playing at that moment.

“I love it… And I really wanted to dance this with you. This piece… it makes me feel so many things…” The witch mumbled, loud enough for Dimitri to hear, but still calm. She was relaxed now. The alcohol had calmed her a lot. And her mind was reeling with all of the things she wanted to tell him. All the things she wanted to do to Dimitri. How was she holding back, she had no idea.

“I could have played it for you, though…”

“You play so beautifully, my Dimitri…” Nerisei admitted, her eyes fluttering open to look up at him, her lips spreading in a smile. A few more bars, and the song ended, leaving them both staring at each other. Their chests were grazing with every inhale, but Nerisie didn’t make a move to give Dimitri space. She didn’t want to. But the song started playing again, and with a whine, Neri moved away to shut it up. Once the music was paused, Neri grabbed the bottle of Firewhiskey and drank some more, before offering it to the wizard.

“Oh! I know what we should do! A game of truth or dare!”

Taking her phone out of her pocket, Neri scrolled through her apps, until she found the ‘Truth or Dare’ one. “You know how this works,” Nerisei said as she kicked off her heels. Grabbing her wand, she created two large pillows for them, and plopped down without second thought.
“Bring the bottle!” Nerisei demanded, and waited for Dimitri to get comfortable before asking.
“Well, truth or dare?”

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Nerisei’s admittance that she really liked this song for the feelings that it brought up inside of her made the male look to her with a slightly questioning expression. But, no elaboration came on that point as they danced. It wasn’t a happy song, not to Dimitri’s ear, anyway, and therefore it was somewhat troubling that the witch before him would like to listen to it. Surely… surely she would have preferred to dance to something happier?

But Dimitri didn’t push the question, feeling it would be too personal in that moment.

And, they were happy just dancing around together, so he would not spoil that in this moment.

As with all good things, though, the dance came to an end and the teenagers stood together, quietly just looking at one another, not letting go. Alcohol clouding both of their judgement, though, out of the two of them, Dimitri was the one in the most control at the moment.

For a moment, Dimitri was quite content, but the piano had other ideas as Nerisei moved from him, undoing the charm she’d cast upon it to make it stop from playing the song once more. Nerisei came back with the bottle, offering it to him after she’d taken a drink. He followed suit, still not enjoying the fire of the liquid, before Nerisei suggested they play truth or dare.

“Just the two of us?” He asked, confusion touching his features as Nerisei moved to get comfortable, bringing two pillows in to being from her shoes. Even though he’d questioned it, though, Dimitri moved to take a seat opposite the witch, placing the bottle in between them.

“Yes, I know how it works,” Dimitri replied to the question. He didn’t much like the intimacy of the game normally, but his notion of caring had gone right now.

“Well, truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Dimitri replied softly, waiting for Nerisei to question him.

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Nerisei hadn’t expected Dimitri to accept to play Truth or Dare. It was a game that usually ended up with people doing or saying things that they had been avoiding for a while. But truth be told, Nerisei couldn’t think of something more fun to do for now. Dancing was okay, but the more she was drinking, the more she felt like throwing up every time they spinned around. No, they had to settle for something easier.

Though his answer to the question was, too, not surprising. Dimitri had picked truth, and there was no problem with that, but Nerisei had hoped that he would have gone for a dare. He is not drunk enough, Nerisei thought, and it was the truth. Dimitri was still being logical, so there was no way he would risk going for a dare. Yet.

“Truth it is…” Nerisei said with a nod, before clicking on the Truth icon on her phone.
A smirk touched the witch’s lips, and she grabbed the bottle of Firewhiskey sipping some. This was certainly going to be fun. “Describe your most recent sexual fantasy.”
Then, she leaned back, enjoying the look on the wizard’s face.

Oh, she was already having lots of fun.

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Truth be told, Dimitri had expected the questions to start out… less crass. So when Nerisei’s first question -- or the games first question -- had been about his most recent sexual fantasy, the young man’s eyebrows raised at that thought, before he softly began to laugh at this situation.

“Oh Merlin…” He murmured, shaking his head before he ran his fingers through his hair in the sign he was not entirely comfortable. “What kind of question is that?” He mused, shaking his head once more before reaching out to the Firewhiskey in Nerisei’s hand and taking it from her.

He was not going to answer that kind of question, not for any one.

Mostly because he didn’t really… fantasise.

That was the work of idle people who allowed their minds to wander.

Swigging the amber liquid, Dimitri closed his eyes whilst it burned down his throat. It was still as disgusting as it had always been, but it was better than discussing his lack of sexual fantasising with the witch before him.

“Truth or dare?” Dimitri asked after a short grimace, and Nerisei returned almost immediately with ‘dare’.

Dimitri didn’t reach for the phone, instead just sitting and thinking for a moment.

“I dare you to… sing your favourite song to me.” Dimitri replied, looking thoroughly impressed with himself for thinking of that dare. It was simple, yes, but Dimitri was playing the game, wasn’t he?

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“What kind of question is that?”

“A dirty one?” Neri answered, a small giggle escaping her lips. She knew that Dimitri was certainly not comfortable to answer this questions, and she truly doubted that he would be comfortable answering any question, really. The wizard reached for the bottle almost immediately and Nerisei nodded to herself. She didn’t like the fact that he was not going to answer, mostly because she wanted to know whether he was fantasizing of something specific, or if there was… a girl in his thoughts. But rules were rules, and since he could drink instead of answering, she was unable to do anything to stop his from doing so.

But then, it was the witch’s turn, and truthfully, she wasn’t ready. Not because she was scared, no, but because she wasn’t sure what to pick. The alcohol made her feel freer and that meant that she would, probably, do anything, if she picked a dare. Yet, going for a truth was easy. She wanted some sort of a challenge. “Dare,” was what she gave the wizard, before closing her eyes for a bit. How bad could it be?

“I dare you to… sing your favourite song to me.”

Nerisie almost choked on her saliva. Where did that come from? Dimitri hadn’t taken her phone, so it wasn’t the app that had gave him the idea. It was all his doing. But how the hell did he come up with… singing? This was one of Nerisei’s biggest secrets. She had a lovely voice, that she kept hiding from everyone for the past fifteen years. Only her parents knew about it, and she had made them swear never to reveal it.

And now her crush was asking her to sing.

No, he was daring her.

Fuck.

“Uh..” Nerisei gulped, not knowing what to do at that moment. She didn’t want to forfeit, that was childish. But could she really sing for Dimitri? What if she sounded terrible? Could she risk it? Fuck it, the voice in her head said, and before Neri had the time to start overthinking too much, Neri stood up and moved to the piano. The lyrics to the song ‘Piece by Piece’ by Kelly Clarkson filled the room, along with the melody of the piano. It was one of the most beautiful songs she had ever heard, and her favorite to this day.

Once she was done, Nerisie took some time, avoiding his eyes, scared of what she would see. Had she messed up? She really didn’t want to know. Her heart was beating fast, but she managed to calm down just a bit. Standing up, she moved back to the pillows, sitting down. Her face was burning, and she knew that unless she had some Firewhiskey, she was going to explode. Grabbing the bottle, Nerisei took a deep gulp, and immediately felt more relaxed. Thank god, the alcohol was helping.

“Truth or dare?”

Dimitri answered with a ‘Truth’ and Nerisei nodded, clicking the truth icon once more.

“What is the most annoying thing that your roommate has ever done?”

Neri grimaced at that. That was such a boring question. Bloody phone, she thought, but didn’t say anything. At least, he would answer that.

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When Dimitri had set the dare he hadn’t, in truth, expected very much from Nerisei. And, he didn’t mean that in a mean way. Many people would get nervous of singing in front of someone, many people would refuse. Others would sing the simplest of songs without trying and pass it off as singing so that they didn’t have to look like a coward by forfeiting. But not Nerisei.

The witch moved to the piano and played chords as she sang a song Dimitri did not know.

It didn’t matter, though.

The way she sang was something quite extraordinary, something he hadn’t been expecting, in truth. Her voice was not the clean, melodic sounds of someone taught to sing in the Pureblood circles where feeling did not come in to the song, no, Nerisei’s voice displayed the rawness of the emotion of the song, displayed a talent in making you believe the song, feel the song.

Dimitri was awed in to silence as she played, and the boy was left so as Nerisei moved back from the piano to the pillow opposite him. How had he never known that Nerisei could sing before this evening?

“That… was amazing…” Dimitri breathed after a moment, still more than a little bit knocked from the realisation that the witch before him could sing. But, she was embarrassed, the flaming redness of her cheeks denoted that much, and Dimitri didn’t wish to make her feel uncomfortable, he simply tucked the information away as Nerisei asked him whether he wished to do truth or dare.

“Truth.” Dimitri replied once more without hesitation.

“What is the most annoying thing that your roommate has ever done?”

“That’s easy.” Dimitri replied, not thinking before the next words came out of his mouth. “Phil threw his sock at me once because I pointed out how stupid he was when he was talking about girls in a manner that was less than attractive. Only thing was, the sock was one he’d been using for personal pleasure the night before… and, well, ladies don’t need the details, but… he does that quite often.” Dimitri explained, rolling his eyes.

Alcohol was warming him through, loosening his tongue.

“Truth or dare?” He replied, leaning forward to take Nerisei’s phone so that he could use it -- or try to -- to get her next question.

Nerisei’s answer came as dare, and Dimitri tapped the button before reading the phone, his eyebrow rose slightly, but it wasn’t… well, it wasn’t that bad.

“I dare you to massage my tummy until I say stop…” Dimitri explained, looking up from the phone to Nerisei and then turning it around so that she could see he hadn’t made it up. It sounded weird, and in truth, Dimitri didn’t understand why you would want to do that, but that was what the phone said.

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Neri was really nervous about the reaction she would get after the song, but as she sat down, Dimitri was silent. She didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing, but soon enough, her question was answered because the wizard admitted how beautiful that was. Nerisei though, didn’t say anything else because she was positive that if she tried to speak, her voice would come out as a squeal. Not attractive. Thankfully, Dimitri didn’t say anything else, and they moved on.

The witch had, once again, picked a dare, and Dimitri leaned closer in order to use her phone. A smile touched Nerisei’s lips at that, and she turned it over so that he could use it easier. Dimitri’s eyebrow was raised, and his eyes moved from the phone to her, then back at the phone. His fingers turned the mobile back to her, so that she could see that his words were truthful. Not that Neri believed he would lie.

“I dare you to massage my tummy until I say stop…”

A giggle escaped the witch’s lips. Really? Really? That was the dare the phone had picked out for her? It was definitely not bad, on the contrary, it was quite simple and quite… amusing. Mostly, because well, rub his tummy? What purpose would that serve? And also because she was going to touch the naked flesh of Dimitri. And Nerisei knew very well how uncomfortable he was with that.

“Well, if that is the dare…” Neri murmured, crawling over to Dimitri and pushing him on his back with one hand, so that she could have better access. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” the witch teased, her fingers softly pulling his shirt up, releasing it from his pants, before unbuttoning it slowly. She was so not going to forfeit this.

Once Dimitri’s upper body was naked, Nerisei sat comfortable next to him, her fingers grazing the flesh of his tummy. She wasn’t going to apply much pressure. She was simply going to caress him. “Hope you are not ticklish,” Nerisei said with a small laugh, never stopping her movements. A little more pressure was added, but overall, every touch of her fingers was soft and relaxed. That was how she was going to work.

Nerisei’s fingers spread over his naked flesh, caressing down the center of his chest, below his belly button, grazing the belt that kept his pants in place, before moving up, once again. With a small smile, she trailed her fingers down his sides, before settling back to rubbing, mostly, around his belly button. An urge came over the witch, though, and for a single second, she almost leaned in to kiss his exposed flesh. Thankfully, the logical part that was hidden in the back of her head, stopped her before she made a stupid move.

Get a grip, Neri told herself, but she knew, at that moment, that she was doomed.

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The dare was odd, Dimitri knew that when he’d turned the phone to Nerisei, and for half a second he thought of trying it again so that Nerisei wouldn’t have to feel weird about this when the witch moved forth, putting a soft amount of pressure on his chest, pushing him back in to a laying down position.

“You don’t have to do this…” Dimitri tried to tell the witch, but his shirt was already being untucked, and then unbuttoned and Dimitri’s eyes fell to watching Nerisei’s hands as his cheeks burned red hot with embarrassment.

Dimitri had never been one to be labelled as conventionally attractive. He was quite skinny, but his muscles were defined. Where many boys his age had started to develop body hair in a vast number of places, Dimitri’s body was… almost naturally devoid of hair, or else waxed hairless because swimmers did not need the friction of the water slowing them down.

“Hope you are not ticklish,”

“No…” Dimitri replied, somewhat tensely as Nerisei’s fingers brushed across his stomach. He might not have been ticklish, but the muscles in his stomach were tense beneath her touch, the lightest show of muscle visible on the skin as it relaxed as her fingers moved away.

But almost as soon as her fingers had moved away, they were back, and Dimitri didn’t know how he felt about this… he allowed her to move around once… twice… and then the boy brought his hand up to meet hers, stopping it in place. “I… think that’s… enough.” Merlin who’s dare was this? He thought, shaking his head as he moved her hand away so that he could do his shirt back up once he’d sat back up.

“I’ll… take truth again.” Dimitri told the witch, reaching forth to the alcohol because after that display he needed something to take his mind off of how soft Nerisei’s hands were upon his body.

How close her hand had moved towards…

How he’d not wanted her to pull back up in her ministrations.

No. He would not allow such thoughts to cloud his mind.

So he waited for the next truth to come so that he could answer it.

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It was a test.

Nerisei was really curious to see how long it would take for Dimitri to stop her. She bet that it wouldn’t be too long, since this was something he was most certainly not okay with, and after everything that had gone down between the two of them, any sort of touching was… weird. For the both of them. So as the witch moved her fingers softly, her eyes remained on his face, looking for any signs of discomfort, or even pleasure. SHe wanted to see what effect she had on him.

His muscles were tense beneath her touch, and the witch didn’t know if it was because he was not okay with this, or because he was trying to hold himself back from doing something that he would possibly regret later. Nerisei didn’t know, and she didn’t have much time to think about it. Her mind was running, loving how soft his skin felt. Plus, he was hairless, something that intrigued the Ravenclaw witch. Did he wax, or was he naturally like that?

His hand found hers in a firm grip, though, and Neri smirked a little. Truthfully, he did last more than what she expected him to. How he had not given up from the first couple of seconds, was beyond her.

“I… think that’s… enough.”

“As you wish!” Nerisei said with a small giggle, pulling back and allowing him to button up his shirt once again. Honestly, she preferred him shirtless, but she could never say something like this. Dimitri would probably run away, and Neri had no intentions of destroying this beautiful night. No, no. She would keep her mouth shut for as long as possible. She hoped.

“I’ll… take truth again.”

Neri’s eyes followed Dimitri’s movements. How he had taken the bottle of Firewhiskey, sipping some, almost desperately. A knowing smirk touched the girls lips, but she said nothing. Instead, she grabbed her phone and touched the ‘truth’ box, waiting to see what it would show for Dimitri. She hoped it was something good.

The moment her eyes landed on the result, Nerisei’s smile touched her ears. He would never answer that.

“Have you ever thought about me in the shower?”

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Uncomfortably was definitely not the word for this experience, and Dimitri avoided Nerisei’s eyes as he put the bottle back in between them when he’d finished taking his drink. He most certainly couldn’t look at the witch who had just been caressing his stomach in one of the most intoxicating manners that he’d ever experienced.

No, that would not end well…

Instead, Dimitri waited for his truth to be presented, and his eyes widened at the question as it was asked. His mind going to the image that had been put forth to him in that moment without so much as a second thought to doing the contrary. Which, therefore, meant that Dimitri could not get around this subject in the slightest.

“Well… I… I would… yes…” Dimitri replied to the witch, because he couldn’t lie about that. The fact it was only just in that moment was besides the point, wasn’t it? And he knew that stating that he’d only thought about it because Nerisei had put such thoughts in his head was something that the boy decided not to point out to Nerisei in that moment.

And still, Dimitri would not dare to raise his eyes to the witch’s. His mind was fuzzy, and he did not quite feel himself, in truth. The alcohol was definitely starting to take effect. Which meant time was running out for Dimitri’s sanity.

“Truth or dare?” He asked once more, receiving the same answer as he had the previous times. Taking the witch’ phone, Dimitri pressed dare once more and waited for the words to appear, slowly, ever so slowly, Dimitri’s eyes went wide, and he turned the phone around for Nerisei to see. He wouldn’t read it.

Kiss the other person's lips until they say stop.

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