The Aftermath (Cameron/Ally)

[Rosalie]

Ally lay in the bed for several rare, silent moments enjoying the afterglow of what had just happened. When she was confident she could speak without sounding as overwhelmed as she felt, she opened one eye experimentally, taking in the form of the boy laying beside her. He really was something to look at, she acknowledged, all sleek muscle and smooth lines. She knew that the feel of him under her hands would stay with her for a long while. The memory of this would be something new to keep her awake in History of Magic quite possibly until she graduated.

Stretching experimentally, she realized she was somewhat sore. Nothing unbearable, almost akin to a workout or a dance rehearsal. It was the feeling of using previously unused muscles. She brought half-lidded eyes up to his face and smiled. "So that was...." She searched for a word, couldn't find a proper adjective, and smirked. "Something." She'd known he'd be a good choice, trusted that so many rumors of skill and prowess had to contain some measure of truth. Now she could attest to them herself, not that she would. Ally didn't feel the need to brag about things like this. Cameron might, she supposed, but the thought didn't bother her overly. Everyone assumed she'd been finding her way into and out of the other dorms before now. Would anyone believe him if he claimed to have been her first? It was amazing how much people relied on appearances to tell the story of a person. As if leather skirts and silk corsets made her open season for the Hogwarts rumor mill.

She sat up slowly, rolled bare shoulders and inhaled deeply. "I guess I should get going if I'm going to make it back before curfew" she said softly. Not wanting to complicate anything, she thought it was probably best if she ducked out as quickly as possible before things got awkward. She'd heard plenty of guys in the halls laughing about girls who tried to make more of something than there was. She didn't want to give the impression she saw this situation for anything other than what it was, even if she didn't exactly have a name for what it was yet. "I'll see you in class, yeah?"

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[Shava]

Cameron enjoyed the relaxation after so much work to bring a girl under his sway. While most girls probably had no idea how much energy sex used up, he was certainly feeling it now. Delightfully considering his current bed mate. She looked at him and he enjoyed being stared at though he kept his eyes mostly at the ceiling for a moment. "Hopefully I made it memorable enough for a first time," liking that last part even as he said it. He, Cameron Clarke, was the first to explore her so fulfilling. "I tried to keep it easy, didn't want to throw too much to you the first time, could have been way too much."

He slid a hand around her middle as she sat up, liking how she did not pull away even as she spoke about getting a run on. "No rush, and I do enjoy the company right now." He moved closer, not bothering to pull the sheets back over his exposed lower body. "Besides, I sort of had the impression you enjoyed the exploration time while you had it." He peered up at her, his eyes not moving away form her soft and small distractions on her chest. "That would be hard to do since we're not in any classes together."

Cameron was older after all, he thought as his fingers ran over her skin softly clearly enjoying her feel.

Surely he was tempting despite their current state of afterplay. "I wonder. How much would it take to get you to stay the night? Or are you that afraid of what might happen? It's not like you can't turn into someone else and throw off the scent of danger, trickster that you could be." What would it be like taming this one? He doubted she would stay but to put the idea in her mind felt important, to tempt her with another visit soon.

Rosalie