Stolen Away :Sive: [CLOSED]

[SIVE BRANNAGH PARRY]

Sive could feel how tense Grayson- odd to think of someone by their surname when you were locked in an embrace with them, but there it was- was at her turning away from him. And she didn't just mean that she sensed it; she could feel his muscles tensing with anger. It drew attention again to how strong he really was. If Grayson decided to hurt her he could probably at least break a bone before she managed to get him off.

But none of these thoughts made Sive want to pull away. She knew she should, but she didn't want to. She couldn't make herself want to. The danger was drawing her in. Sive was hurtling into self-destruct mode. But apart from all that, it just felt... well, good. Scary, but good. Sive had never been any good at fighting temptation.

Grayson turned her face back to his, and she was looking back into those eyes again. Again she felt the odd mixture of hate and desire; of fire and ice.

”You can’t tell me this isn’t what you want.”


He was right. He was right, and she hated it. She wanted control, she wanted her power back, but at the same time she wanted to be totally out of control, to free fall into something dangerous. She crushed her lips back against his, her heart pounding, feeling breathless. She could feel her blood pumping through her veins, and she didn't know if the sparks she felt were something between the two of them, or her magic fighting its way to the surface.

As abruptly as she had started kissing him, she stopped. Her breathing was coming slightly hard, as she tried to gather herself. She was far too worked up. "Why are you doing this?" she asked fiercely, glaring at his chest.

[archer]

Archer was taking a little bit by surprised as she crushed her lips against his yet again. He hadn’t expected her to react so forcefully to the whole situation. He wound his hands through her hair, pulling her face closer to his, tilting her chin slightly upward so that he wouldn’t have to crane his neck so far down. It felt different when they kissed this time. As if there was actual charged energy between them. It made things feel even more dangerous and even more forbidden. In his own way, he wished that this would never end. He wished that there was something to make it keep on going forever...to feel this way until he chose to make it stop. She was powerful. And he was powerful. And together, they had something powerful. Whether it was lust or simply danger, he couldn’t tell but he didn’t want it to end.

Just as the thought crossed it mind, it was over. A split second was all it took for her to remove her lips from his and cause a stir in the pit of his stomach.

She pulled away, her eyes glaring at him. He immediately recognized that he was getting to her. Although Grayson wasn’t normally the sharpest tool in the shed, he was glad that he was a little bit able to pick up on signals from women, or he would have been out of luck for most of his life. He felt her breathing coming in quick spurts, slow and then speeding back up again as if she could sense just how worked up she had actually become. Grayson felt the smirk tugging at his lips again, but he tried to withhold it from coming all the way through.

”Why are you doing this?”

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”I’m just doing what I want to do, Parry.” Archer said, returning to the formality of her last name. He stared down at her and then realized that his hand was still around the back of her head and his other hand was on her chin. He didn’t let go though, he couldn’t let go. For some reason, his mind was preventing him from letting her walk away right then and there, ”Are you really complaining?” He asked, finally letting the smirk come through a little bit.[/blockquote]

[SIVE BRANNAGH PARRY]

Sive didn't know what to say. She didn't try to step away from Archer. She knew that she should, but thinking that was pointless at this stage. She could tell herself that she knew she shouldn't be doing this, but it was painfully obvious that she just didn't care.

"Kissing a mudblood isn't beneath you?" How he was acting now, it was confusing her. She was used to him hating her, and being angry at her. She knew she was trying to get him angry.

He was holding her face close to his, their lips almost touching the whole time. She let her lips graze against his. She wanted to just stay like this, without having to think. Because the second she pulled away from him, all the rational thought would come flooding back. And then she might regret everything. And if she regretted it all, then could she let herself do it again?

Instinctively, she pressed her body against his. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and her mind was screaming 'go for it!' and 'run away!' all at the same time.

"What are we doing?" she said, quietly, her lips still almost touching his "What are we doing, Archer? We hate each other." It was the first time she had used his first name, and it felt alien on her lips. Was this her way of punishing herself? It didn't feel like a punishment.

((OCC; sorry its short!))

[archer]

”Kissing a mudblood isn’t beneath you?”

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Mudblood. The word hit him like a ton of bricks and for a moment he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had forgotten that she was not of worthy blood...for just a moment he had thought of her as his equal. It didn’t make sense how someone so powerful could also be the very thing that he had sworn to hate for all of his existence. He stared at her, his pale eyes clouding over with hatred as he remembered just how much he wanted his revenge. Sive Parry was not to be trifled with, but in order to get what he wanted, he was going to have to play this little game with her, ”Things change.” He muttered the lie through his teeth, keeping great care in training his eyes on hers. Things didn't change. He would always feel the same way about mudbloods that he always had, but right now, he had to make sure that he was putting doubt in her mind. He had to make it seem like he was somewhat interested in her.

As she pushed her body against his, he gave a grunt of displeasure. He didn’t want this, not yet. He had to gain her trust before he would allow himself to be soiled by her...dirty blood. He placed his hands on her shoulders and moved her away from his, his pale eyes making the sweep over her face. He was about to say something else when she called him by his name.

”What are we doing Archer? We hate each other.”[/i]

He moved her a little further away so that he could see her entire body. He looked her up and down and then locked eyes with her, careful to keep his expression hidden under a mask of blankness, ”Sometimes hatred turns into something more, Little Lion.” He growled low and then let go of her shoulders. He took a step back and then another. His eyes still not leaving hers. Then, just as swiftly as the entire moment had happened between them, Archer was making his way across the pitch toward the exit. This was going to be a process. He knew it from the start and the proceess meant that there would be a lot of time spent waiting around for the opportune moment. And right now was not the opportune moment. He smiled to himself as he walked, quickening his pace, knowing full-well that he had left both his bag and his broom for Sive to find and return.[/blockquote]

[SIVE BRANNAGH PARRY]

Sive almost didn't let Archer pull away from her, but then she realised what she was doing. She was really going to try and hold onto him? She was going to show him that she really wanted him? No. No, most definitely not. So she let him pull away, and took a few steps back herself. She took a breath of cool air, and felt the breeze blowing through her hair.

The cool air was refreshing, and had a similar effect to a cold shower. It helped her think more clearly. This was all a huge mistake. She didn't say anything as Grayson talked about hate turning into something else. Hate was hate. He hated her. She should be trying to stay as far away as possible from people who hated her, not kissing them.

She watched him as he walked away, feeling more conflicted than she had in her life. When he finally left the pitch she let out a breath she hadn't realised she had been holding. It was then she noticed his broom and bag. He'd left them. What, did he think she'd bring them to him? Or was it really an accident. Either way, she wasn't going to bite. She wasn't going to bring them back to him, like she was looking for an excuse just to talk to them.

She picked up his bag and broom, and walked over to the Slytherin changing rooms. She dumped them just inside the door. There. Now she wouldn't feel bad, and she wouldn't have to go looking for him.

She walked off the Quidditch pitch, in the opposite direction to Archer, even if it did mean she'd have to take the long way back to the castle.