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Post by Chase Wiggins on May 30, 2012 6:54:12 GMT -5
"Being followed around like you're a God is overreacted too." He added quietly.
He liked the way her hair felt, it was soft. Chase was surprised at how it felt. He never did anything like that. Whenever he was with Lucien it was purely sex, that was it. There was no build up as she gave in to his will. He studied Imogen as she spoke. Her face was gorgeous, how had he missed that before? He knew she was attractive but she was a whole lot more than that. She was something else.
"That's a lie, they do look up to you. I know I've heard Slytherin girls talk about you but maybe that's because they think you get easy access to me.." He trailed off, biting his lip as he tried to remember.
He forgot where he was going with that however and finished his cup. He saw that he already had another poured for him and grabbed it. It was then he noticed that Imogen was leaning on him. He froze, a rational thought escaping past his drunk ones. Should he be doing this with the head girl? Before his brain had time to function it however his lips had found hers and they were sharing an alcohol filled kiss. Despite being drunk Chase knew what he was doing, not the situation but the whole kissing thing.
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Post by imogen on May 30, 2012 7:19:31 GMT -5
Imogen chuckled at Chase's reply to her. "Yes, I imagine it would be." She said, a smile on her face. She was far too up close and personal with him now, she knew it. How this happened she had no idea. Just an hour ago the pair had been at each others throats and now here they were. Snuggled up together, sharing a bottle of unknown alcohol and sharing their insecurities with each other! She felt as though she were in some kind of parallel universe. But she couldn't deny that she loved the way his fingers felt in her hair, she closed her eyes and a small smile graced her features as she just enjoyed the feeling.
She opened her eyes when he started talking away. She couldn't help but chuckle at his words. "You really do think a lot of yourself, Chase." She said with a smile, for the first time, no malice behind those words. Just amusement at the Head Boy. If she hadn't been so set on hating him, they really could have been friends... maybe in a different life, something like that.
Imogen let out a small sigh, she was so comfortable, and she was a good level of happy drunk, as well as a little sleepy, and Chase was actually making a really good pillow to lean on. She loved it. And he smelled really good. She didn't know what kind of after shave he was wearing, but she was loving it. Actually Imogen made the drunken decision that all men should wear that aftershave. She recognised the smell from somewhere, she'd smelled it before.
That was what she was thinking when it happened. His lips touched hers. It was like electricity surged through her, it was like nothing she had ever experienced. And honestly, Imogen wasn't new to kissing. She was a seventeen year old girl, after all. All rational thoughts cut out and Imogen acted completely on instinct, he hands reaching up and embedding themselves into Chase's hair, before she had any awareness of what she was doing, she was sitting on his lap... well half sitting, half straddling, and kissing him with all she had.
This was why Imogen didn't drink at school. Drunk Imogen, Imogen's alter ego, was quite the opposite of the prude reputation Imogen had.
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Post by Chase Wiggins on May 30, 2012 14:59:02 GMT -5
When Imogen said he thought a lot of himself he had to agree. He did. He knew he was attractive and he knew he was very smart. However was it possible to know those things and still think lowly of yourself? Because if it was then that's where Chase was. He didn't really think that highly of himself deep down. In fact deep down he didn't really think of himself at all. Everything he did was to help his mother and sister. That was just it, he was head boy so when he left Hogwarts he could get a better job to help support his mother.
Then as he kissed her, he realised how he shouldn't of done it and waited for the slap, too drunk to pull away when she started kissing him back. He felt her hands in his hair and she was suddenly on his lap. His hands instantly went to her hips and he only had a moment of shock before the electricity from the kiss hit him and he realised just how much he liked kissing Imogen. He kissed her and kissed her with all his might, it was better than any kiss he'd ever shared with Lucien or any one of those other girls.
He moved her so she was on the couch and he lay on top of her though he held all of his weight. When he finally ran out of breath he pulled back and stared down at the girl below him. She was beautiful and she was a bloody good kisser.
"Wow." He said.
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Post by imogen on May 30, 2012 15:15:24 GMT -5
Imogen was completely lost in the moment, in that moment with Chase. She knew the second she felt that spark shoot through her that it was a mistake. Because no matter how this went, it was always going to mean so much more to Imogen than it would to him, and it was her who would end up hurt. She was incredibly stupid really. What she should have done the second his lips hit hers was pull away and send a slap his way.
But she didn't and now, honestly she never wanted to stop kissing him, this kiss was so different from any other she had shared with a boy, and it had to be with one she hated! Before she could comprehend what was happening, Chase had moved her off of his lap and he was atop her on the sofa, not breaking the kiss. Her hands were still pulling at his hair. She nibbled on his bottom lip, pressing herself up against him.
Then eventually he pulled away from here, one word on his lips. Wow was right. Oh my god... what was she doing? Fuck. Oh my god. Shit! What the hell was she doing? "Oh... oh my god." She said, letting sober thoughts slip from her mind, she didn't want them. "That was... unexpected." She said, a little slur in her voice.
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Post by Chase Wiggins on Jun 1, 2012 6:01:09 GMT -5
Chase looked down at Imogen as he breathed heavily. His head was pounding with the fact he had just kissed the head girl, his rival. He started ti smile until she spoke. He saw the horror in her face and it felt like a slap to his. He pushed his arms straight, putting distance between their faces. His drunken brain finally realised what this was. He realised just how vulnerable he was in this situation. He realised that he had felt something in that kiss, something he'd never felt before and it freaked him out.
He was off Imogen faster than he thought was possible with the amount of drink inside him. He backed away, almost tripping over the table before turning around and running a hand through his hair.
"Shit." He muttered.
What the hell had he gotten himself into. He was meant to dislike the girl behind him, the one he had just been playing tonsil hockey with, the one who had felt amazing beneath him. He squeezed his eyes shut and swore at himself to stop. He stood there, tense, trying to become more sober if possible. This was a situation he didn't want to be in.
"I'm gonna go." He muttered out before stumbling out the door.
He stumbled all the way down to the common room and once he was in he slouched down the wall. It was past the middle of the night, way past and there was no-one else awake. He let the vulnerability wash over his face. What had he done? Why had he drunk? He could still feel Imogen's lips on his and he hated that, it was like nothing he had ever felt and he loved it. Nothing he had done with Lucien had ever amounted up to that. He was fucking screwed.
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Post by imogen on Jun 1, 2012 6:22:23 GMT -5
Imogen saw the start of a smile- a real smile- on Chase's face. Then the horror of what she had done washed over her, and she could tell it was written all over her face. She just couldn't hide her emotions at all. She had kissed him, and she had loved every second of it. Hell, she had straddled his lap and pressed herself up against him like one of the sluts he normally kissed! Was this why the girls all wanted to kiss him? That spark...he gave it to all of them? She was so stupid. It couldn't be just them that shared it.She was being stupid and naive.
He pulled away from her, the look of horror on his face much akin to hers. She was embarrassed. He probably thought she was an awful kisser too. What had she done? What if he told everyone? She would seem like a slut. What if he told everyone that she threw herself at him? This was terrible. He pulled away from her completely. Putting space between them. He seemed so disgusted by what he had done. She glanced down at herself. Oh God, she really was that repulsive wasn't she?
Then he left. That was good. Hopefully the next morning they would both be able to act as though this never happened. Yes, she could forget how his lips felt on hers. She could forget that spark. That longing for more, for it to never end. She wanted more from him, even just in that kiss, more but she didn't know what. It was best left forgotten. Yes. She would take Noah up on his offer. Noah was nice, sweet, a good kisser.
It was better that way. Yes. Imogen got up and made her way back to her common room. She wasn't going to cry over this. Not over any of it. No. She was going to sleep off the drink, and tomorrow she would talk to Noah.
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