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Trista Paramore

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Kelsey ^_^
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Coconut Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Star Dust
Trista apparated into her apartment with a rather loud crack, though unfortunately she still wasn't quite used to the sensation of the difficult bit of magic. So without fail she soon found herself tripping over her own feet and falling down on the nearby couch. Thanking god she hadn't apparated into the kitchen she slowly picked herself up off of the couch and fixed her shirt back up. Another thing she was glad for was that she had had the foresight to let go of Fentons head before she fell, seeing as she had had to bring him here via side along apparation. The situation was already quite awkward as is, though it was a good awkward if such a thing existed. Seeing as he would be staying here with her for the break and her apartment had but one bedroom, pulling him down on top of her mere seconds into the break would not be too smart. Of course she hadn't thought about that when she had first extended the invitation but she knew what was on both of their minds now. "Whoops, so clumsy." she said quickly before nodding her head down the lone hallway. "The bedrooms the door on the right, just go ahead and put your trunk anywhere in there." she told him, tapping it with her foot. These next few weeks would be... interesting.

LIVING ROOM
KITCHEN
BATHROOM
BEDROOM
 
They arrived into her apartment but before he could even say that at least it had gone without mishap, Trista true to form fell to the couch. He chuckled looking at her, extending his hand out to help her up not that she needed it or anything. Fenton could not keep his eyes from her midriff that showed when her shirt lifted up. A slow smile lit his face instantly and thoughts about what they could seriously get up to now they weren't chaperoned by a dozen or so professors flitted through his mind.

"Just the one bedroom then?" he winked at her taking out his wand and hovering the trunk down towards the hall way, his other hand went about her waist as his mouth grazed over her lips.
"I'm relegated to the couch?" he was making sure of things from the start, though he had no intention whatsoever of sleeping any where else but a comfortable bed and if his delectable girlfriend just happened to be in it at the same time, more fun for him then.
The trunk collided with a wall for his lack of attention and grinning he broke away for a moment from her perfect lips to set the trunk down again before turning to her once more. Quirking an eyebrow as he awaited the answer.
 
Though she didn't exactly need the help getting up Trista took Fentons hand anyways. For a second her playful side wanted to pull him down with her but something told her with the sudden freedom of not being around any sort of professor or parental figure would get to their heads and while she did know that there was a 99% chance that they would take full advantage of it while they could, she didn't want it to be seconds after they had gotten to to the flat. Fenton may get frustrated at it but she thought a bit more waiting would make all the more worth while when they finally did. Fixing her shirt she quickly kicked off her flats and watched them land over by their normal spot near the closet. She'd put them away later sure but at the moment she just couldn't be arsed.

Turning her attention away from her thoughts for the moment and back to her boyfriend Trista couldn't help but giggle as the first words out of his mouth were about the bedroom situation. She rolled her eyes and playfully stuck her tongue out at him. Typical Fenton that much was certain. "You're my master of observation aren't you love?" she replied, her voice light as she returned his kiss with one of her own, wrapping her arms around him. "But yes, this is a one bedroom apartment." she answered his question, even though the answer would be rather obvious if he just walked down the hallway. When asked about the sleeping arrangements themselves Trista laughed, "Well, I had been considering giving up a bit of my leg room to let you have a bit of the bed but if you want to sleep on the couch by all means go for it." she said, her tone joking knowing he wouldn't choose the couch over a bed no matter who was in it. "After all who am I to stop you!" she added, poking him in the side.

As she heard a thunk from the direction of the hallway she realized that he had still been levitating his trunk, trying to get it into her room. He had gotten too distracted and it was now making fairly good acquaintance with her wall. "Interesting approach, I would have used the door myself but we all have our preferences." she commented, stealing another kiss and giving him a lopsided grin so he would know she meant nothing by the teasing, she never did. But she realized that even if he had levitated it right his efforts would be pointless. She of course had the doors to her bed and bathroom closed! She slowly stepped out of his embrace and wandered down the hall, turning the doorknob and pushing the light wooden door open until it lightly hit the wall. She walked into her bedroom and quickly cast a few cleaning spells to get rid of the dust that had gathered. "Okay you levitate it in and I'll tell you when to drop the spell!" she called out to him.
 
He was only momentary startled by the noise of the trunk, his mind and other body parts were too much aware of his girlfriend at that moment but luckily enough or perhaps not so luckily, Trista pulled away to open the door to the bedroom. He watched her walk down the hall and whistled loudly as she did so.
"Looking good babe" he chortled levitating the trunk up again but this time he walked behind it wanting to see just what the room was like for himself. When he entered he looked about a bit dazed, dropping the trunk where she indicated and putting his wand down on the dresser.

"You're room looks like some bachelor pad girl, something you're not telling me?" again with the grin as he approached the bed pulling her gently by the hand along with him. He sat on the edge and bounced once then twice.
"It seems adequate enough, which side do you sleep on?" moving her to sit on his lap, he realized in a split second how very dangerous and very tempting the situation was and coughed loudly before standing up again. Adjusting her position as well as his own. He wanted her and had never made any bones about denying this most obvious fact but he wasn't going to simply push himself on her first chance he got. But he couldn't help looking at her, couldn't help reaching for her again. Couldn't help his hungry mouth crushing her lips and parting them with his tongue. He couldn't help his hands that pulled her closer to him, molding her body against his as his hands clenched her shirt in fists. His mouth urgent, and he so very eager.
 
As Trista knew she should have seen coming, instead of him blindly levitating the trunk into the room and waiting for her to meet him back in the living room. Fenton decided instead to follow her and the trunk into her now dust free bedroom. She chuckled as he called out after her, obviously not used to seeing her wear so little. Between the school uniform and general standards for herself while she was at school she barely ever wore anything that fell above her knees anymore. When she was at her house her dress was way more casual, during the summer break, shorts were her best friend.

Trista answered his next question with nothing more than a snicker as Fenton looked around her room in something close to awe. The trunk hit the floor with a loud thump in front of the queen sized bed. She was about to make a crack about how how Trista Paramore was a mere secret identity when Fenton took her hand in his, without letting go she quickly made herself comfortable on his other side. They could just sit on the bed without things going so far so fast right? When he asked what side she took she patted a small space beside her. "The left when it comes to the bed being here. I like being close to the door. I like to sleep as you know so sunlight is the enemy." she replied with a laugh as she felt herself being pulled over into his lap, a place that was obviously uncomfortable for Fenton as he pulled her back off and was soon standing again.

She was about to suggest they go back to the living room when things suddenly took a very different turn. One second Trista was trying to diffuse a slightly awkward situation and the next she was suddenly pulled against her boyfriend who seemed frantic. But the surprise soon melted away and she was responding just as eagerly, entangling her hands within his hair as the room seemed to heat up. Almost all former thought had been lost as they slowly made their way back toward the bed, Trista pulled them back where they landed noiselessly onto the comforter. She moved her lips from his and placed a slow trail of kisses down his neck and collarbone.

They continued on like this for a while and Trista had just flung Fentons shirt aside, where it landed on the lamp when suddenly a loud buzzing pierced her eardrums, fortunately or unfortunately depending on how one looked at it, causing everything to come to a screeching halt. She managed to roll them over to where she wasn't being pinned down and gave Fenton a light peck on the lips that contrasted greatly with what they had just been at and lifted herself off of him, walking out of the room, only turning to give him a 'What can you do?' look paired with a shrug as she went to go see who was wanting in. Fixing herself up but knowing she looked quite disheveled she opened the door to find her landlord. "Oh damn, I was supposed to send the check a week ago wasn't I?" she asked before getting the Envelope out of her pocket and handing it over to him."So sorry about that, I was going to give it to you when I got here but I got a bit distracted."

Despite her best attempts to look innocent the older man simply looked at her with a knowing smirk. "Yeah whatever, Just don't let it happen again." before shoving the envelope in his pocket and walking away. She closed the door and locked it once again and was going to head back to Fenton when she noticed an owl come out of hiding at her window. "What the?" she muttered before letting it in and getting the letter off of it's leg. Scanning over it she realized it was from the Captain of the Thundelarra Thunderers. The tryouts she had been waiting for all semester were tomorrow! She couldn't help but do a silly little dance and jump with glee. So close to having her dreams! She was in mid dance when she saw Fenton had arrived into the room, still very hot and very shirtless. She stopped and her face went redder. "Hello there." she said lightly, with a joking little wave as she handed him the letter explaining the foolish behavior.
 
Fenton had wanted her so badly for the longest time that he had never stopped to consider that she was just as hungry for him. Only did he think she was when Trista, his sweet beautiful Trista practically pushed them back to the bed. Her mouth moved from his to trail its way down the course of his neck and he could feel himself ready to explode even them. Her hands began to tug at his shirt, her fingers fumbling like an expert with the buttons until she had it whisked off of him. Fenton didn't know whether to be just as excited or slightly violated as his girlfriend seemed to take complete control, the sound of the doorbell went and he was left thinking whether or not he had just been saved by the bell.

Minutes passed and standing up in just his grey slacks, kicking off his shoes and socks,he walked back out into the hallway. Leaning against the wall he couldn't take his eyes off her, crossing his arms across his chest he watched fascinated as she danced about the room. What was not to love about her for crying out loud? Eventually she did see him, more's the pity he sighed to himself rather enjoying the way her hips swayed and her legs moved.
"Hi" he grinned moving over to her and taking the letter she handed to him. A quick read through and then a proper reread to make sure he had it down properly. The smile that rose to his face was genuine. His girl was a rocket on a broom and brilliant at Quidditch. Grabbing her by her slender waist he lifted her up and twirled her about the small space they stood in. Gently then he lowered her down, pulling her to him once more as his mouth found hers. Between kisses he grinned as he told her over and over.
"I am so proud of you."
 
Trista watched Fenton intently as his eyes scanned over the letter not once but twice, just as she had had to to let it kind of sink in though it still hadn't completely. She was actually going to be trying out to be on a Pro quidditch team! They thought she was good enough to give her a shot! Sure she had known this the whole semester but seeing it in writing an knowing it was happening so soon was very overwhelming to the Seventeen year old girl. She nearly jumped into his swinging embrace out of excitement, wrapping her arms around his neck as she did so, grinning like an idiot. Returning every kiss gladly as they basked in the glow of accomplishment. She was glad they had been interrupted, this was one owl she definitely didn't want to miss.
It was eleven in the morning and Fenton had forgotten to redo the blinds, so the sun had been cutting at the outside of Tristas eyelids for hours, though she remained asleep snuggled up in Fentons secure arms. This would be the third day they had spent together in the flat. but Trista sure wasn't eager to start it. She was the opposite of a morning person and if she didn't get at least ten hours of sleep she was usually in a bad mood, until she actually got out of bed that was. But that process was one she dreaded every morning, never wanting to leave the warm cocoon of her comforter and sheets. With Fenton here adding extra warmth it made it even harder. He had gotten to see that side of her for the first time the previous morning.

Trista had woken up to find a pair of hands shaking her lightly, telling her she needed to get up. "Naaaaargh... Five more minutes mom." she had groaned at him, not even making the effort to open her eyes or distinguish the voice, or remember the fact that she had lived alone for months and her mother wouldn't be there to wake her up. He had tried again, a little louder this time. Once again she simply let out a groan and this time rolled over. After several more minutes of arguing, well... Fenton urging her to wake up so she could get ready for the early morning tryouts and Trista groaning nothing that could be understood to anyone but her, Trista finally at least opened her eyes and asked why he was disturbing her sleep. Once she had remembered just what that day was she was up and running around like she was on speed but getting to that point had been a struggle.

The light coming in from the window finally started to register into Tristas brain and she groggily opened her eyes and let out a small hiss. "The sun needs to sod off." she groaned before burrowing her head back into the pillow as far as possible, trying to block out the natural light with Fentons still sleeping form. Snuggling even further into her delightfully warm boyfriend she closed her eyes again and tried to fall back into dream land but after five or ten minutes she realized that no matter how comfortable she was in the bed she wasn't going to go back to sleep. "Oh well..." she said to herself sadly with a small sigh before slowly wriggling herself out of Fentons grasp, trying not to disturb him.

Passing her dresser without a thought she decided she would simply spend a while longer in her pajamas. At least until she had had a shower anyways. These were cute enough to where she didn't mind wearing them around Fenton, if she had been chances were she wouldn't have worn them to bed in the first place. Heading to the bathroom she brushed out her hair and did all the other hygiene things, deciding to forgo makeup as Fenton had seen her without it several times before she let out a large yawn. Making her way to the kitchen at the speed of some sort of turtle she stood between the fridge and the cabinets. From scratch, Frozen, From Scratch, Frozen. was her thought process as she looked back and forth between the two, before finally plucking a box of frozen pancakes out of the freezer and sitting some pre cooked bacon, and a few eggs she'd scramble herself.

Being a pro quidditch keeper sure didn't give her any more energy when she was first waking up, not that she had really expected it to. She remembered when she had first gotten back from the tryouts, ecstatic when she told Fenton she was the official Keeper for Australias Thundelarra Thunderers and that Kailey had gotten the chaser spot. These twins were unstoppable! After about a million more 'I'm so proud of you's things had once again started to get a bit heated but not nearly as far as the previous evening, Trista breaking away from him, proclaiming that after the practice they had had after tryouts she was far too dirty and gross, and then had taken off for a nice long shower. Popping the pancakes in the microwave one at a time in between scrambling the eggs she soon enough had a nice breakfast for them to eat. The smell was wafting all through the house and Fenton always followed his nose.
 
He had thought that it would be unbearable to be in such close confines with her and not be able to restrain himself but he seemed to be doing just fine. Night times of course were the hardest as they lay curled up beside one another but at least now they had proved to themselves that they could do it. That they could share a bed and not be slaves to their hormones and end up ripping each others clothes off. Of course the adorable pyjama's Trista chose to wear were just as cute on her as he was sure they were off. He himself only wore a dark blue pyjama pants, never being comfortable in the New Zealand weather to where much else.

Trista had been beside herself with the news of her tryouts and Fenton envied her the fact that she would be doing something she absolutely loved. Other than himself, Aries and Harrison touring the globe he had no concrete plans for his life. He had spent so much time rebelling against his fathers wishes for his choice of career path that he had not once given much thought to what he truly wanted to do, besides spend time with Trista. Of course now that she had actually secured her place on the Thundelarra Thunderers he wondered when he did return from his travels if he should simply just move to Australia to be nearer to her. Knowing that it was all still a while away, he pushed it to the far reaches of his mind to worry about it another time.

As he rolled over in bed he yawned, his hand automatically reaching out now to pull her too him but she wasn't there. His hand padded the empty space until he opened his eyes slowly. They had nothing planned for today so he didn't understand why she couldn't just stay in bed a while longer. He listened closely for whatever sounds abounded about the apartment, there was no sound of running water which was a relief. He had to nearly incarcerate himself to the chair everytime she had gone for a shower. She was just too tempting and yet he had behaved to date. Sliding out of the bed he ruffled his own hair as he stood up slowly, grimacing through half closed lids at the sun reaching in with greedy hands to steal the morning from them.

Padding on bare feet out into the hall, he held his arms across his naked chest as he walked slowly into the kitchen. Silently he moved up behind her and circled his arms about her kissing the side of her face and smiling.
"Ah she cooks... like a muggle" he quirked an eyebrow, "why don't you use your wand?"
He never could understand why she didn't overdose with her magic the way he did, at this point he could barely tie his own shoelaces without wiggling his fingers to magically tie the knot for him.
"Good morning you" he grinned in case she took offence to what he had just said. The gadgets in her apartment had him plummoxed completely. He had learnt about them of course in muggle studies but he sure as hell had never used them.
 
Trista was still processing just what had happened they day before. She had actually been in a pro quidditch stadium with her broom and quidditch robes rather than just having to make the horrible walk up all those stairs to watch others live out her seemingly impossible dream. She had been to Six games since she started school, one a year excluding this one seeing as they were during the summer breaks. So knowing that she would be one of those amazing players that she had envied for so long, knowing little girls just like she had been would be watching her team in awe. That she could drive someone towards their own dream like the teams had done for her was one of the best feelings in the world.

She got so lost in her thought that soon the faint smell of burning eggs hit her nose. "Sh!t!" she hissed quickly moving them around again, she was glad to see there was only a few tiny brown spots and they were still edible. Enough salt and pepper should cover the mishap up in a flash, she got them off of the pan and scraped them onto a serving plate with a fork she got out of the silverware drawer. Going back over to the microwave to get out the last pancake she felt a pair of arms wrap around her and smiled, she knew where there was food Fenton wasn't too far behind it. Turning she placed a kiss on his lips, Shaking her head at his comment about her cooking like a muggle. "Good morning to you too love." she said with a chuckle.

Quickly slipping out of his embrace with the last pancake that she put on top of the second pile, three a piece. Deciding to answer his question, as she put the slices of precooked bacon on a plate to heat up, shutting the microwave door and setting the time. Jamming her finger on the start button she turned to face him, wrapping her arms around him as she settled into an embrace once more. "Live in the muggle world, muggle dad, mom that was raised thinking she was muggleborn. Plus I like to cook when it's not so damn early. I think I've answered your question." she said with a small chuckle. Before turning around as the microwave alerted the time was up. Feeling Fenton tense just a bit she added, "Plus I don't want to jump at the microwave going off." her voice light and teasing, hoping he didn't take that too seriously she gave him another kiss for good measure.

"Hey, will you make the toast please? I know you're not very familiar with these appliances." she paused, a grin forming on her face as she remembered him poking around her kitchen the previous evening. The memory of him jumping back a foot as he pushed a button on the microwave was priceless. Sometimes having a boyfriend who had been raised in the Wizarding world his entire life was extremely amusing. "But this ones easy, just get the bread out of the bread box and put two slices into the toaster." she said pointing to the correct appliance. "Oh, and I already have the heat set so you just have to push the lever down." she explained, not bothering to add how it popped up when it was done due to an assumption that he had at least learned that much in Muggle Studies class.
 
Fenton could not help but laugh.
"You might like to cook muggle style but you're burning it all. Is that how they really do things?" he knew she'd probably whack him a beaut for that but he couldn't resist. As she moved away to press buttons and all sorts he wrapped his arms about his chest again and yawned loudly as he watched her. It was all way too much for him and he was seriously glad he was a wizard and not a muggle, it was also probably the reason why he refused to follow in his fathers footsteps and work as a go between for the English muggle prime minister and the English wizarding prime minister.

The smell about the kitchen seemed to be a blend of charred remains and yumminess and he couldn't quite decide if the overall effect left him hungry or not. Usually he'd be famished in the mornings and tuck into just about everything but this place was like a torture chamber with all it's crazy gadgets. You never knew when something was going to buzz loudly, burn you or make you leap a mile.

After asking him to pop some bread in the toaster he smacked her on her rear playfully.
"I can do that, that's like.. so easy" Fenton had to locate the breadbin first but once he did he made sure to stand with his back to her as he figured out the contraption she had indicated. There were two narrow rectangles at the top which he presumed were for the bread to slot inside. He lowered the bread down and waited a moment but nothing seemed to be happening. Remembering she had said something about a lever he looked to a shiny silve thing at the side and pushed it downwards. The bread instantly got sucked down deep into the crevices and Fenton leaned over to get a good look inside.

The heat didn't bother him really, it wasn't intense or anything but he seriously couldn't imagine trying to stick his fingers in there to remove the bread when it was done.
"How do I know when it's rea... ouch.. lacerated lethifolds!!" he bellowed as the toast popped up wards, he had jumped so hard that he had thumped his head on the high cupboards. His mouth expelled a litany of abuse as he rubbed his head and glowered at the stupid contraption then at Trista.

"You knew that was going to happen, didn't you?" he looked at her now from scrutinizing eyes, "you knew and didn't stop me from hanging right over it. Trista Paramore you're a wench. A devious coniving wench" forgetting the ache in his head, with a well practiced hand with one word he turned off the appliances. Wandless magic did have it's uses. Slowly and deliberately he moved towards her and then he was gathering her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

"I think someone needs to be taught a lesson" he chuckled walking with purposeful steps back to the bedroom, feeling another hunger coming on him.
 
At Fentons accusation of Trista 'burning it all' she rolled her eyes. Flicking him in the side of the head with a smirk. "A few brown spots on the eggs isn't 'burning it all' babe. I oughta' thump you a goodn' for that." she responded, her accent once again getting stronger at the most random times. She looked back over at the eggs, they looked good enough to her. It's just that the slightest burn took over the small space with the atrocious odor, though thankfully it wasn't as bad as she had done in the past. "I could have left you to fend for yourself in here you know." she added with a laugh, knowing he would likely have a panic attack, he really didn't like the kitchen.

Trista stood off to the side in observation as Fenton started over towards the toaster, saying how it was so easy like he was the only person who knew how to do such a task. As he located the bread box and got out a few pieces of bread he put the first two into the slots at the top of the toaster. She snuck over a few steps to where he was at. Watching as he stared at it, obviously forgetting the last thing she had said. But his memory seemed to come back to him as she watched him hesitantly pull down the lever. Sending the bread into the 'deep abyss' of the shiny silver toaster. A small smile stretched across her face as he leaned over to look into it. His amazement was for lack of a better word, Cute.

When he asked how he'd know when it was ready she saw the little lever moving up just a little bit. While this would be amusing he was so tall he might hit the cabinets as she had done a time or two just trying to stand fully. "Fenton I'd m-" before she could get it all out the toast popped up out of the toaster and he jumped, she would have been laughing her arse off had he not hit his head on the cabinets. Ouch. she thought, knowing that that was no fun. Though she did have to raise her eyebrows in amusement as he glared at an inanimate object, the two really were too alike sometimes as she had done that several times when things refused to cooperate.

But when he turned to her she instinctively backed up a few steps. Not that she believed he would really do anything too bad, more because his next question was dead on. She had indeed known it was going to do that and she really did manage to forget just how little he seemed to know about things such as this, even when she had memories of him jumping at the beeping of microwave buttons and the quizzical look he had just been giving the toaster. "Well yeah I knew. Well, not the you hitting your head on the cabinet part obviously but I do know the basic workings of a toaster." she responded, now wondering just how the hell he had expected to get it out of there. Plucking it out with your fingers? Well that was still technically how you did it but had he tried to to that he would have found himself with a worse injury than a bumped head.

At his next words however she opened her mouth to tell him that she had indeed tried to warm him to move, just not quite quick enough when he moved towards her. Before she knew what was happening she felt him grab her and throw her over his shoulder with apparent ease. If there was one thing Trista didn't like it was not being in control of her own actions. The piggyback rides were one thing but this was totally different, having taken her by surprise she started to panic. "Lemme down!" she exclaimed as she started to attempt to wriggle free of his grasp. She noticed the direction he was headed in through her mental haze and smirked. If that's what he had in mind that was fine, as soon as she had extended the invite it became more of a matter of when rather than if.

But couldn't he have picked a better way of transport? She seriously didn't like being hauled around like a sack of potatoes. As such she kept on trying to break free, at one point even biting him in the side. After a few more moments of this she managed to flip her way into the floor, hurting her knee as she did so but that could be ignored. Looking over she realized she had brought Fenton down with her. She gave him a devilish smirk as they were soon back on their feet, her lips claimed his and she found herself up against the wall. "Who knew learning could be so much fun?" she told him with a smirk in between kisses.
 
She writhed and wriggled in his arms like a hell cat and at first he merely laughed, giving her derrière a smack and telling her to hush up before half the apartment block came to find out who was being murdered. He would have said more but she ended up biting him in the side to which he cussed loudly. It was a wonder they made it into the bedroom at all but eventually they did only to wind up in a heap on the floor as her constant struggles made them both topple over.

Laughing he stood up and moved to her once more. She was moving his way just as fast and mid-way their mouths connected, heat surged and the wall of the bedroom felt the thud of his girlfriend as he pushed her back against it. He wanted to apologize if he was being too rough with her but his mouth was way too busy as were his hands pulling her pj top up over her head and tossing it aside. Again their mouths found one another as his hands reached downward and grasping her waist hoisted her upwards so her legs could circle his own waist. She was magnificent and she was all his.

With two deft strides he had moved them from the wall to the bed where he lowered her, trying or wanting to slow things down a notch but completely unable too. He lowered himself down on top of her, continuing to kiss her as his hands lay siege to areas he had only fantasized about touching before now.
"I love you" he whispered against her ear, then again as he kissed her throat.
 
Had Tristas mind not been occupied by other things she would have wondered just how they had gotten from making breakfast to this so quickly. Then again the two of them never really did do anything normally did they? Either way she would contemplate that later. Because right now her Ravenclaw mind had seemed to shut off. Somehow managing to wield up enough focus even if just for a few seconds to shut the blinds wandlessly the room was dim but not entirely dark. The temperature in the room seemed to be rising as soon both of them were at the mercy of one another and racing teenage hormones.

When Fenton hoisted her up to wrap her legs around his waist she didn't wrap her arms around his neck for some sort of balance, instead leaving her hands free to roam the landscape of his back and sides. Soon she found herself free of the wall as they moved about the room, the destination quite obvious as he laid her on the still unmade bed. As nice as this was she wanted the whole thing to be a bit slower, more to remember later if they did pace themselves. As he whispered his love for her again and again she stopped his pursuit for a moment as her hand made it's way up his back into his hair where she then looked him in the eye. "I love you too." she whispered before claiming his lips with her own once more, a tender moment that only added to the experience. There was nothing to stop them now. This was it.
It was around Five or Six in the afternoon when Trista awoke again. At first she was a bit disoriented, why had she slept so late? She liked sleep but nearly 24 hours wasn't normal, even for her. Of course after the sleep induced fog had lifted it took merely seconds for everything to come flooding back. From the breakfast, to the toaster, her being hauled about like a sack of potatoes, all leading up to... well, that was fairly obvious. Tilting her head slightly to look up at Fentons still sleeping form she smiled, cuddling herself further into his body, not tired but not quite ready to get up just yet. "I love you so much Fenton." she whispered though it fell upon deaf ears. Laying her head on his chest she closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, letting herself slide into the realm between consciousness and sleep to the beating of his heart.
 
It had been the most incredible five minutes of his life and also the most exhausting. He slept for ages afterwards and eventually his eyelids slowly fluttered open and he felt her still beside him. Which was a great thing, it told him he had done something right at least. One arm cradled beneath her reached up to hold her too him, while his free hand trailed lazily up her thigh and side. He gently kissed her neck feeling himself feeling altogether 'hungry' again, famished actually. Fenton figured that as that part of his appetite had not been fed ever, it was bound to be hungry.

"Hey babes" he grinned, "did you mention something about afters earlier on?"
he couldn't help but chuckle and totally expected an elbow in the ribs or something from her.
 
Of course while it had been incredible for Fenton, For Trista? Not so much, of course she knew the first few times never were good for the female of the equation she thought it bloody unfair. But she supposed there was nothing that could be done about it. Instinctively burrowing herself in closer to him. Sure she wasn't really tired anymore, she had gotten more than enough sleep to last her but when she was nestled in a cocoon of warmth next to the man she loved she couldn't help but get drowsy again. But soon enough she could feel her human pillow stirring as Fenton awoke from his slumber, pulling her even closer to him. Almost immediately his hand started making it's way up her side.

Stirring a bit Trista had a feeling she knew what he was going to say next. Mere seconds later without fail he mentioned 'afters'. Trista couldn't help but chuckle, people could be so predictable sometimes. "Morning Love, even though it's probably like 4 in the afternoon." she replied, wrapping one of her arms around him. At his next words she decided it would be too much effort to hit him playfully so instead raised her head a bit and let it fall back on his chest with a thump. Turning a bit to look at him she said "Later hun... You're warm and I'm far too comfortable to move." she responded, laying a light kiss on his chest.
 
Fenton seriously wished he could just turn himself off as quickly as he had gotten turned on, but it wasn't happening any time soon and now he was just becoming extremely uncomfortable in the bed with her. He didn't want to disappoint her by making her uncomfortable or anything but the only thing he could think to do now was to run and have a very cold shower. Sliding from the bed, he slid his pillow behind her and tucked her in.
"Stay put then and I'll be back" he ran in all his naked glory to the bathroom and stood directly into the shower turning dials with abandon and screaming some serious cuss words as the jet of freezing cold water hit him hard. He stood there with hands against the wall for a moment, letting the ice chill dampen his ardor before turning the dials and shivering relentlessly stepped from the shower and dried himself off. The things he did for Trista Paramore, he muttered to himself mutinously as he padded back to the bedroom. Moving to the bed, he slid in on her side now. Not caring if he was some bit wet still or not, he pulled her close and held her in the circle of his arms.
"We're young yet but after what we just did, you better make an honest man of me Ms Paramore".
 
After Tristas negative answer there were a few more minutes of silence before she felt Fenton start to move once more before finally sliding out of the bed completely, telling her to stay put and that he'd be back, making the bed more comfy to make up for his absence, but before she could ask where he was going she opened her eyes once more and he was gone. Rolling over to face away from the window she looked towards the doorway, the question still lingering in her mind. but only a few seconds later she heard the shower kick on with a mighty force and Fenton letting out a string of curses Trista couldn't help but let out a small chortle in amusement and surprise. Had she really driven him to have to take a cold shower? She knew from previous actions and words he definitely wasn't repulsed by her in any way but she had definitely humbled since her Beauxbatons days and found herself surprised by more.

Laying her head back on the pillow Fenton had moved when she heard the water kick off her eyes flickered to the doorway where a still damp Fenton soon entered the room once more. His hair a messy mixture of wet and dry as stray drops of water missed by the towel rolled off of his body and onto the carpet. With a few quick steps he was back beside of her, not nearly as warm before confirming her suspicions, but body heat was still toasty. "Welcome back." she greeted him playfully, giving him a peck on the lips before nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck. At his next words she smiled a bit, They were both still far too young to be talking seriously of marriage. But someday she could see herself with Fenton as Husband and Wife, just not for a long while. "Someday Fenton, Someday." she told him, though it was severely muffled by his neck. But before he could ask what she had said if he hadn't understood, her breathing evened out as she somehow managed to fall back to sleep.
Not much time had passed, maybe forty five minutes or an hour when Tristas eyes fluttered open once more, now feeling fully refreshed with energy to burn. She looked over to Fenton who had also managed to fall asleep once more and moved around enough to rest her head on her hand, propped up by her elbow. From this perch she observed him, it was still such a foreign sight to see him while he was asleep. Moving her other hand out she traced along his arm. Making a snap decision she scooted herself closer, pressing herself against him. They had both had more than enough sleep [Something Trista didn't think she would ever think] and she was pretty sure he wouldn't mind being awoken for what she had in mind. Though she would give him a choice of course. Laying her lips to his she moved her hand from his arm to entangle itself in his hair, ruffling it up enough to rouse consciousness. "Hey... Hey Fenton!" she whispered playfully, deciding to have fun with her experiment. "You know what?" she added, before leaning in towards him again, wriggling herself upwards as if to kiss him again, their faces level moving in but massing his face and instead moving to his ear, nibbling on the lobe gently. "It's later" the words were almost silent.

Scooting herself back a bit Trista propped herself once more, looking over at Fenton. Shivering a bit from where the cold hit her newly exposed skin. "Unless of course you object?"
 
Fenton couldn't believe that he managed to get off to sleep but he did and his dreams were all good, all of them incorporating Trista into them somehow. Yet as his dream was getting really interesting he felt himself sliding into wakefulness and he balked at the idea. This was so unfair, he was enjoying himself and then he felt a touch along his arm, lips on his face. He woke up slowly and through half closed lids saw her smiling at him, whispering something in his ear that his half woken state did not let him get the gist of just yet.

It was only when she propped herself up and the blankets moved from her body, exposing her beauty to his gaze did he understand. All tiredness banished as if his dream had just become a reality he pulled her too him and kissed her deeply. He was definitely wide awake now and could not help the smile that came with every kiss he gave her. Their bodies united again and again as time seemed to pass them by. The world carried on outside while they were cocooned in their love making. When eventually they had both sated themselves, Fenton held her close stifling a yawn.
"You know at some point we are going to have to leave this bed" he grinned widely.
 
Fenton seemed a bit slow to respond at first but that was understandable, Trista had woken him up after all. She knew how disoriented she was when she first woke up and he seemed to be the same, though he was quick enough once he seemed to realize what was going on. Pulling him to her and her mouth was soon claimed by his, though kissing became difficult as both were unable to contain their smiles at the thought of being together like this. She had a feeling she knew what a good part of the break would be spent doing now. Time passed and they once again laid stationary on the bed, At Fentons comment she sighed "I know... I vote we wait a bit longer though." she told him, they had wasted the day and there was no point in getting up now.
The break had been a good one but alas it seemed good things came to an end far too soon. Classes began again the next day and as such they needed to start packing and such. They had yet to decide whether they should do the travel process that evening or wait until morning, but either way they needed to pack seeing as how Fentons belongings had gotten scattered all over the apartment in mere weeks. Trista was going about putting a few of her own things into a bag to take with her along with everything she had left at the castle. "So Fenton, we need to decide. Do we want to head back tonight or get up super early and go tomorrow?" she called out from the bedroom where she was folding a few shirts.
 
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