Hogwarts / Wizarding World AU

[flightforfreedom]

Like it says on the tin.

Feel free to use the plotting thread or just dump a top level and go for it.

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[flightforfreedom]

Poe groaned, grinning with victory as he felt her come apart. He rides it out, trying to pull every last shudder and twitch from her before she draws still, and then he slides backwards, smirking like a cat that just got the creme, and proceeds to lick clean each of his fingers while staring at her.

He casts a glance back at the professor, still soundly sleeping, and picks up his wand with his other hand.

A flick later, and suddenly the room feels loud. It's not, of course, but there's nothing like being aware of the volume of supposed silence when you've been living under its true weight.

Poe grinned at her.

"You're going to get it, later," He promised, the hard on under his robs making them tent over his lap, but he didn't move to adjust it.

[killtime]

It's a good thing that their professor is such a fucking deep sleeper, because even after all the background noise comes rushing back, Andy's still a little flushed and trying to catch her breath, her chest still rising and falling with the effort of it as she watches him with heavy-lidded eyes — lingering first on that grin then dropping pointedly downward to the tent in his robes.

"Don't think about it too hard," she taunts wryly, finally smoothing her skirt back down and turning to sit back in her seat properly. "Or you won't last until later."

[flightforfreedom]

"Like I won't be able to deal with you even if I do," He replied smugly, and grabbed his crotch to wag it at her.

Which of course is when the Professor woke up.

"Mister Dameron," The prim voice rang out. "What exactly do you think you're doing?"

Poe immediately turned a shade of red and hastily returned to his seat.

"Nothing, sir," he said hastily. The professor glared at him for several minutes while Poe pretended to write, and then huffed and went back to his own work, before Poe turned his head to flash Andy another grin and a wink.

[killtime]

[ The rest of their detention passes without further incident — though once their professor dismisses them, the two troublemakers may or may not hurry out of the room a little too eagerly. They barely make it halfway down the hall before Andy's pulling at Poe's robes, tugging him into the shadow of an alcove none too gently. Her hands are on him in an instant, pushing their way through layers of fabric to try and find an inch of bare skin. ]

Hey. [ She nudges her nose against his jawline, pressing a kiss to the pulse in his throat as she murmurs a bit of fond mockery: ] You still hard for me, Mister Dameron?