Mutual Seduction ( Ally / Cameron )

[Shava]

When his parents left in the afternoon, Cameron had been quite pleased. Earlier then expected, he had then made sure dinner was taken care of by the pool (knowing his parent's servant would be glad to do something more romantic looking for a change) and then gone and thrown himself on his bed to nap before his guest arrived. He wasn't sure how the evening would turn out so it seemed logical to make sure he had plenty of energy for the evening. Of course he had ideas about how he would like for it to go, but he stayed more flexible then that!

However as the time got closer, he dressed (barefoot naturally) in shorts and a t which spread nicely across his chest and then appirated to the park they had agreed on. Upon seeing her he held out his arms saying "There she is! How is Ally today? Excited and anxious? Or ready to make a weekend explode?" When she was much closer he added softer "Or ready to help Cameron pull off the whole thing under his parent's noses..."

Oh did he ever have plans...

"Hope you aren't sleepy, I thought it would be fun to do this first evening up right for a change since I can host you..." He sipped an arm around her waist easily and kissed her, before saying "Ready to go?" When she was he appirated her to the driveway.

Rosalie

[Rosalie]

She hadn't lied to get here exactly. She had simply asked to go to Cameron's for the weekend and assured her parents he had cleared it with everyone there. She had, however, neglected to point out that his parents would be gone for said weekend and 'everyone' consisted of a servant and a house elf. Details, she had tried to tell herself, but she did feel a bit guilty, especially after her conversation with her father after the tattoo indecent. She had been excited all morning and trying to show it. The idea having an entire weekend with no supervision would have been a draw to any teenager, but it was especially appealing to Ally. She and Cameron had talked a bit about his home, and she was curious to see it. An oasis in the middle of London? Definitely worth the risk of being grounded indefinitely if they were caught. Still, bag over one shoulder, she was a bit nervous as she reached the park. It had taken some doing to convince her mother to let her come alone, but she had ultimately managed. Her eyes found him almost instantly, and she smiled, face lighting up in the process without realizing it.

Dressed casually, it was obvious Ally was comfortable in her skin, and didn't mind showing it off. She went into his arms easily and grinned up at him."An exploding weekend sounds like fun" she answered, rather than admit to her slight case of nerves at the prospect of being alone with him all weekend. Though they'd spent over a month of nights together, it was still a slightly daunting concept. A mischievous look as his voice went soft and she nodded. "Of course" she murmured, clearly enjoying the idea. "They really have no idea?" Maybe not everyone was as observant as her parents, or had the uncanny ability to be in the right place at the wrong time.Still, while she felt a bit guilty for pulling one over on her own parents, she had no such qualms about fooling his. She didn't know them, after all, and the phrase 'out of sight out of mind' was never truer than for Ally at that moment.

Sleepy? She pulled a face. Ally was never sleepy. She ran full-tilt until she was exhausted, and then she slept until she was ready to do it again. Rather than point this out to him, she merely shook her head. "Not even a little" she assured him. His words made her curious as to what 'doing it up right' meant to him, and it showed in her eyes. She kissed him back briefly, nodding when he asked if she was ready to go, excitement had replaced nervousness. "Let's go" she agreed.

Shava

[Shava]

Seeing her in such an outfit nearly made him want to pull her into some bushes right then, but he restrained his inner need and impulse. As she got closer, he slid an arm around her waist, his nearly signature move for taking possession of what he already saw as his, disguised as the complete appreciation for her attractiveness. "Then exploding there will be lots of, your wish is my command. Technically," he laughed, making it into a tease. "None at all, I am a proper young man who always does as they want me to, right?" He winked adding "They often forget I always manage something in return for that obedience they seem to think I have and once I'm married and with kids, my funds no longer are theirs to control."

That was something he had never said in front of her before.

"And that will be true freedom. Until then, in their eyes at least, I do just what they want and they let me have a lot of leeway. They won't even think to check up on me because of it." He sighed, shaking his head at his own parent's foolishness; here in his arms was reason enough to thwart them if he played it right. "And trust me, when I can be freed of that control, there will be little I won't be free to do. It's a gilded cage, though it's very nice. Come on, let me introduce you to my small prison..." His arms around her waist, he waved the wand with one hand and they appirated to the driveway. Holding her he kissed her softly and for a very long moment, before he released her lips, but not her waist.

"So, this is the neighborhood, tucked inside of a London suburb," he released her now to wave a hand around. "The driveway is mostly there with some muggle repelers to make it all fit in." Stepping to the gate between the houses he touched it with a palm and held his hand out for hers as he pushed them open and walked till they came around the corner and she got to see the house open up in front of them. "You can see why it's an oasis."

Rosalie

[Rosalie]

She could see in his eyes by the way they traveled over her that he approved of the way she looked, and she smirked to herself, enjoying the moment and his unabashed appraisal. He pulled her close and she smiled up into his eyes, excitement and mischief pouring off of her in equal measure. She was charged with both and it showed. She laughed at his choice of words. "So you're a genie now? Does that mean I get two more wishes?" She grinned at him, eyes finding his over her sunglasses. She liked teasing him, liked it more when he teased her. After everything she had experienced with him, even being near him built a mild sense of anticipation for impending thrill. She had ultimate faith in his ability to deliver, and he'd never let her down. She snorted softly. "Of course, why would you ever dream of doing anything else?" She matched his sarcasm, but playfully, bouyed by her excitement. He mentioned marriage and she wrinkled her nose. "Can't picture it" she shrugged. "But good luck with that one. I'm sure the future Mrs. Clarke will have her hands full." the way she said it left little doubt it was the last thing on her mind at the moment. Marriage she thought again, with more amusement than anything. He could have fun with that.

She had never really thought of the words marriage and freedom in the same sentence, but to each their own. If it worked for him, who was she to judge. "Aren't you clever" she teased, leaning up to kiss him softly. "So good at playing the dutiful gentleman, I hope you're good at forgetting it also, you won't need it this weekend." The look she gave him was full of promise of things to come. She smirked, "I'm sure your wife will have something to say about that" she pointed out, "unless you marry one of those mousy types, and Merlin knows how that would work" All this talk of marriage was killing her buzz, so she changed the subject. "Well, at least there's something to be said for pretty cages" she sighed, the thought of him tied down depressed her really. Not many people understood her need for adventure and excitement the way he did. She let him fold her in his arms and took a deep breath as they turned out of existence and through space to what she could only assume was his driveway. When he kissed her, she kissed him back, maybe a bit more intensely than was strictly necessary for no other reason than that she could. There was, after all, no one to tell her not to.

When she pulled back slightly to look around, she nodded. "Nice" she had a feeling his home would be protected based on what he'd told her about his parents' appreciation for privacy. His comment about muggle repellers confirmed her suspicions. She took his hand, and when the house appeared in front of them, she inhaled sharply. "Wow..." she murmured. Eyes darting everywhere, she shook her head. "This is incredible."

[Shava]

His eyes twinkled with mischief as he answered back cheerfully "If you make the right wishes... Genies sometimes have to be rubbed the right way to achieve success!" He laughed as she poked fun at the idea of a future Ms Clarke and nodded "Oh she will have a hard time keeping up, I assure you! Although the longer I wait the more parents might turn to contracts. I have to try and stay ahead of them with that I think..." As she teased him more he held up a hand wiggling a finger in her face in admonishment.

"Oh ho! You'd better hope I don't as a gentleman always makes sure a lady goes first..." and there could be little doubt what he meant by that! "And I have always tried to be a gentleman when it suited the situation the best!" He made the expected face about 'mousy' girls and shook his head. "Surely I would choose better then that, though breaking one in like that would certainly be entertaining for me. No, whoever I choose had better be ready for world travel; mousy people would not enjoy it at all."

The return kiss he got let him know someone might not make it as late as dinner, but he would make sure to keep her entertained.

"It is, isn't it? They must have really enjoyed Greece. I'm planning on going more places then that once I'm free, but I have to go check out Greece in particular." He had always loved the feeling of the house and as he led her to the front door he spoke more about how his parents had designed it with few items, and more meaning. As they stepped into the front room he grinned with a rather naughty expression. "I, uh, took a liberty you may find very amusing. We have a guest room, but as you know I said my sister had moved out and that makes her room more immediately available as well as nearer mine."

Amongst other advantages he would show off later.

Showing her to the stairs inside he decided not to mention the room's nickname he was going to show her on purpose. "We have some time before bed this evening, but we can drop off your bag now." He stepped around the hidden part of the front stair and tapped his wand against a stone causing a wall part to slide aside revealing his sister's room. "Unless of course you decide you want a preview of the weekend's activities before anyone knows we're here."

Rosalie

[Rosalie]

She rolled her eyes, still grinning. She had little doubt what he meant by 'right' wishes. She couldn't, however, resist the return: "I think most people have to be rubbed the right way to achieve success, it comes down to how many people know their way around the lamp really." It was a fun analogy, but it didn't take her long to decide it had run its course. Fortunately, she was saved from having to change the subject a moment later. "Contracts?" she repeated, eyes widening and the first traces of concern edged into her mirth. "They wouldn't...would they?" It was a fate worse than death in her opinion, though it had worked for her grandparents. Rather clever they had been to arrange the whole thing themselves, but they'd always been very clear on the fact they were the exception, not the rule. She bit her lip. "You'll figure it out" she felt assured of this. The idea of him, possessed of the same free spirit she had, trapped in a marriage to some prim and proper priss of a pureblood repulsed her more than she would have imagined for reasons she wasn't entirely sure of, likely because it was one of the worst things she could imagine for herself.

He wagged his finger in her face as though she were a child, and she stuck her tongue out at him just as childishly. He spoke, however, and she offered a wicked sort of grin. "All right, maybe chivalry does have its place" she acknowledged, looking highly amused with maybe a touch of anticipation beginning to show through in the eyes. Being with him that way wasn't something she had gotten used to as of yet. She kept waiting for the experience to become ordinary, predictable, but he continued to surprise her, and it made her all the more avid to push and be pushed. She wanted badly to know exactly how far he was capable of pushing her limits. More than anything she wanted to reach the point she was capable of pushing his. She smirked, "when it suited you, you mean" she ammended for him, arms crossed over her chest and a challenging glint in her eyes. The look she offered him in response to the 'breaking in' comment told him in no uncertain terms that 'fun' was not a word she associated with those types in any context. "I don't imagine it would be particularly challenging" she observed. "Yes husband dearest, whatever you want darling" she mimicked in a slightly higher, comically nasal voice. She brightened considerably, however, at the mention of travel. "Now that, I think, is an excellent selling point." It was what she longed for most really, aside from dancing which still held her relatively unhindered interest for now. Ally wanted to go everywhere, see everything, and she would do it, Merlin help her.

Once she'd gotten herself under control relatively speaking and the topic shifted once again, she nodded. "If everything there looks like this" she murmured, "I'll have to add it to my list as well." Maybe when she went to visit Italy in search of her grandmother's history. The two were not, after all, very far apart at all. He kept saying that. 'Once I'm free' and she realized that for him, marriage really would be freedom, so long as he married the right sort of person. Finding such a person wsn't a task she envied. Much better, she knew, to have only herself to contend with.She followed him into the house, looking appropriately impressed and listening with the lesser part of her focus as he spoke of his sister's room. "Closer to yours" she answered. "I can't imagine why that might be to our advantage..." the teasing, combined with the underlying trace of innuendo, gave Ally a sense of ease she might not have had otherwise. She followed close as they climbed the stairs, enjoying the place and its atmosphere immensely. It was clear even in the design and decor that his parents had poured a lot into their home together, and Ally could admire that for her own reasons.

The wall slid open to reveal a room that was admittedly much more feminine than Ally normally preferred, but there was an elegance she could appreciate. Stepping inside, she dropped the bag on the bed and glanced around. "Exactly the sort of room you'd expect of a princess" she commented. He spoke, however, and it caught her attention. Free of the bag, she crossed the small space between them and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself close. "Well, you did promise me an adventure in exchange for risking extreme amounts of parental ire" she reminded him. It had been enough to draw her to the risk, and she suspected that's why he had dangled this particular bait. She kissed him then, mostly because she enjoyed the fact that she could. When she pulled away, disentangling herself. "Its up to you, Cam. This is your show after all." At least, for now.

[Shava]

"Or the genie, really, because at it's essence it's all really at the genie's whim." She reacted to the contracts part and he nodded. "Oh definitely, they like control especially of the future. And I do have the only chance of the name carrying on so sure I can see them doing it." She expressed that she believed he could manage it well enough and he smiled at her. "Oh I'll figure something out. Whoever it is will be a lucky girl for sure, right?" He waved at the house and then snorted. "Travel, muscled husband, great house eventually, my own income so I don't have to work a job; yeah they could sell me easy I suspect. I have to stay ahead of them as best I can."

Of course when it suited, but he wasn't going to say that out loud for sure.

"Sometimes, for sure, but not always. Sometimes the situation doesn't fit that way and you have to roll with it. I've always been one to stay flexible. You know that." He made a face at the voice she chose to use, looking slightly put off. "Ew, you sound like those Slythie girls looking for the big haul so they can do whatever they want, no thanks. Stuck up..." he almost said a word that was better off left alone "w-itches. I mean, I'm all for freedom and getting to do stuff you want to in a relationship, but I've never seen myself being dragged off to parties and social events and being nice with snobby brats. And that's the kind mom and dad would have their eyes on for me."

To the selling point however he wanted to respond to especially! "Well see to you and me that means random hotels, hole in the walls, dashing to new places at the drop of a hat, and basically disappearing off the radar for weeks at a time." He shrugged, knowing that was exactly what they would do if they could. "However knowing my parents they will be seeking out a girl who wants nine pieces of luggage, lots of shopping, and expensive meals in well planned out places. So breaking in takes on a whole new term." Now he chuckled, imagining the reaction to some of the hostels he would see as perfectly fine...

"She is that to my mom, her little princess. Protected at the center of the house. They had me in the tower rooms, but I traded for better, that's the guests now." As she tossed her bag down he had a wicked idea and smiled to himself. When she put her arms around his neck he grinned. "To be honest, Id' better do it now before you find out what all else is here. So better break in my sister's room in the most respectful way possible, right?" Putting his arms around her, he slid them down and under her butt, lifting her up enough she could wrap her legs around him as he walked to the side to a door and pushed it open with his foot taking her into an amazingly nice bathroom!

A nod at the shower and he said to her softly "So would you like a massage in the bath or the shower first and how would you like to be stripped, slowly with determination, or quick and hard....?"

Rosalie

[Rosalie]

She arched an eyebrow and smirked at him, clearly communicating exactly what she thought of being subject to anyone's 'whims'. She made a face as they spoke of parental contracts. "That's..." she searched a moment for the right word. Awful was too mild and gross a little too ditsy sounding for her taste. "Ridiculous" she finally settled on. Though if she were honest, she could see the danger. Cameron wasn't the type to settle down, and while he might have children on his own, they wouldn't be the sort a family could claim as an heir. She did, at least, understand quite vividly the importance of heirs in some cases. She and Luke carried different last names from the rest for that reason. Yes, a small part of her could empathize with his parents, and it annoyed her. His 'lucky girl' comment earned a laugh, quick and bright. "Of course" she agreed cheekily, pausing only a moment to listen to him list his many more attractive attributes.

'Could do worse' she was forced to admit, but she couldn't resist adding as an extension of the thought: "So long as she doesn't mind chasing you all over the world and keeping an eye on the more attractive portion of the female population." She said it, not in the accusing way most would have. He was who he was, she knew that and could accept it because she was no more attached to this than he was, but she doubted the same could be said of any girl he might have for a wife. She thought about that, how he might 'stay ahead of them'. "Why not pick your own girl?" she suggested after a few seconds. "Someone with the money and bloodlines your parents want who's not so caught up in all the society details." It couldn't be that hard, couuld it? Surely there were lots of girls who would jump at the chance to be with someone like him, even rich well-bred ones.

She thought about that. He was generally able to go with the flow, it was one of the reasons they got on so well. "Flexible" she repeated, another smirk, "right." She laughed, looking very very amused. "That was the point" she told him, back to her normal tone and turn of phrase. She caught the almost-slip and raised an eyebrow as if wondering. When he caught himself, she grinned. "Oh I'm sure they're not all so bad" she insisted. "You could find yourself a nice, quiet one" she pointed out, knowing he wasn't much the type to enjoy that either, but she liked teasing him very much, though she did worry for him, and it showed just a bit in the corners of her eyes. She shrugged, "never was one for those big society things" she agreed. "Too much..." she wasn't quite sure which aspect to insult directly, "everything." After a moment, she felt compelled to add: "except the dancing, that part is all right." She pictured it, him in formal robes with some perfectly primped and pampered girl. Not that it was an unnattractive image per se, but she knew he would hate it, as she would in the opposite place. "Good luck" she offered, and there was an undertone of sincerity beneath her usual sass. "However, I think for now we just focus on the weekend, yeah?" All this talk of marriage and contracts was depressing to her, and thinking of him trapped that way teetered on the edge of angering her, which was a rarity.

She pictured it, a girl who looked a bit like Cameron, living the life of a pampered princess, all the while feeling about it the way her brother did. Must have been awful, she couldn't help thinking, but the room was elegant, lovely in a way that might have softened the fact it was a well-gilded cage. She arched a brow at him. "What else is here?" she wanted to know, but was distracted easily enough in the next moment by his next words. She laughed. Respectful wasn't the word she'd have used for what she had in mind. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him easily, trusting him to keep her secure without really thinking about it. Excited as she was for what came next, she was momentarily distracted by the sheer loveliness of the space they entered. "Wow" she glanced from him to the room and back again before focusing on his eyes again. They were dark, promising things that made the large space seem small and much too hot. Without hesitation, she matched the expression. "Well" she murmured, cheeky to the last. "I would hate to be late for dinner on my first night here..." and then her lips were on his, kissing him deeply and with as much fervor as she was able. In this, as in everything, Ally held nothing back. She wanted him to want her as bad as she wanted him.

She wanted him to burn with it the way his touch scorched over her skin. Ally Moon had no need for love or marriage. Both, she knew, were fools' games. Above all else, she desired to be desired, and to feel his passion in tandum with her own was exactly the sort of drug she craved. No, Ally didn't need him to love her, she had no use for love. She needed something far more simple and much more dangerous. She craved sensation above all else, like a drug whose effect was fleeting but never quite out of her system.

She was an addict, and he was her drug.

[Shava]

He shrugged, knowing the concept sounded no good. "Well some of our ancestors didn't bring back a girl from every raid of sinking ships and looting villages so we used marriage I guess. It might sound ridiculous, but most of the United Kingdom muggle and wizard have done it that way for the last few centuries." He tilted his head her way, not joking, and then continued after a moment. "Not that I think it will go much further. Our generation might be the last, but it's the key my parents set up to my freedom from them so I'm stuck in the trap still." Her dig at him about the female population had his eyes twinkling back at her.

"Ha! I've had half my life to know this might happen. If they set it in the contract or the girl insists, I'll do a trade for something else for my own advantage." If he hadn't been in the kind of control he was, his jaw might have swung open as she spoke about what he was doing right at that moment! However, he was quick enough to understand that meant she didn't see herself in his situation which meant he had to wind this out a bit farther. "Well yeah, that would be preferable. Even better might be someone willing to marry for only a few years, like maybe two, have a kid, and then we can split up if they want really. Just enough to do the legal thing."

C0cking his head at her he frowned with remembering; hadn't they discussed something similar? "Didn't you say your grandparents had to do something like that? Like she had some situation where she had to marry and he helped her out, but they fell in love along the way or something? That's kind of what I need; a short marriage and one child to get past the legal part, not necessarily someone forever and a day. Someone who will do me a favor really. Your grandmother had the right idea, to use the system against people." With the idea planted, that it didn't need to be permanent, he let the subject rest for now. If it percolated long enough in her mind she'd know later on some thoughts or maybe even a day dream along those lines.

But she had more points to bring up.

"Gah, it gets worse, one of the reasons I don't sleep with too many Slytherin girls. There have not been many I think I could stand being around long term and by long term I mean a few years. And yet I need to do something soon; once I have a single child male or female, I'm set. At that point I have full access to the accounts my parents set aside and they lose all legal holds. You can expect tons of postcards after that from me, off in different lands. I'll have to tease you constantly with a roaming life I'm leading while you are off dancing in a club somewhere..." he teased, knowing she was better then that, but it was where a lot of dancer's ended their careers. When they didn't hit the big time.

And then in the bathroom, with her eyes shining, she looked at him with an expression of deepest desire and he felt the response in his body. She barely spoke before kissing him and he kissed her back, hard as she did for him, making his choice and turning his feet towards the shower or a start while the tube filled. Pinning her against the wall with his physical body and leg under her rear, his hands were freed to remove his shirt, flinging it aside as he broke the kiss enough to gasp out the refilling charm incantation and then drop his wand as well on his shirt as he tackled hers, kissing her again so she knew his interest hadn't slacked off one bit...

Later as the pulse of his own body began to fade slightly while hers was still peaked, Cameron felt her lean forward slightly into his cupped hands on her chest, feeling the slight tension against his lower member. The shower had proved good enough a distraction for the first stages, enough to run her up to full interest before the tub had beckoned. Although he had never touched so much on pressure points with her during sex, she had responded very well against the wall and likewise straining against him in the tub, on his lap and arched back over him. Now as the waves of pleasure shot through her he held her, exploring with his hands well-known territory and clearly claiming it as his own. He breathed heavily into her ears, knowing they had been at a fever pitch this time; certainly being here had added a lot!

And in this position he became a chair for her comfort in those last few moments of bliss, the tub soapy and nicely hot suds covering their thighs...

Rosalie

[Rosalie]

He made the pirate reference and she stuck her tongue out at him for it. A moment later though, she was serious again, a rare face for Ally. "I know" she answered. If her family had been different, she might have sold off as well. "I just think its archaic. If you have to get married, you should at least get your own choice in the matter." She shrugged, unwilling to dwell too closely on that particular end. He spoke of keys and traps and she nodded. "But all traps have some way out" she pointed out, then smirked. "Something my ancestors knew a lot about." Another grin as she added, "you just have to get creative sometimes." She understood, however, for all of her teasing, the importance of freedom. She related completely to the drive he had to be free of this mess, and wondered briefly if this is how her grandmother had felt. Grandma Rose had been smart enough to find someone she trusted before her great-grandmother had the chance to make the selection for her. Surely on Cameron's undoubtedly long list of conquests there was someone he trusted. She studied him for a moment and then sighed. Maybe not.

She grinned, "and what exactly should a lifetime of fidelity be worth in trade?" She was amused where some might not have been. She couldn't help thinking if she were in the girl's place, she'd have insisted. An arranged marriage was one thing, but there was something to be said for respect. Still though, not her problem, and she was grateful. Really, she was. She wrinkled her nose at him. "Divorce you mean?" A frown came almost reflexively at the idea. Divorce was unheard of in Ally's family. The thought of splitting up a family and leaving a child to figure out how to make peace with it... NOT. HER. PROBLEM. Damn it. Still, the stigma that still lingered in the wizarding world, less for the man than for the woman and the child involved...he might be harder pressed than he realized to find someone willing to go through all of that. "That's a lot to ask of someone considering the disadvantages..." She shrugged, "but I'm sure you'll find someone." Marriage, a family, all as a legal obligation. She pitied the woman who would find herself entangled in all that, but moreso the child who would have no control over the situation at all.

He brought up her grandmother and for a moment she wondered if he'd somehow read her thoughts. "Yes" she answered simply. "Grandpa Taran and Grandma Rose were best friends. When Gran gave her the ultimatum, she also gave her a list. Grandpa Taran's name was on it." She frowned at him. "Its different, my grandparents were prepared to stay together whether they fell for each other or not." When she was young, it had seemed romantic, but she was beginning to understand exactly what her grandparents had been willing to give up in an effort to keep their families safe and taken care of. They had gotten very very lucky, and their motives had been far purer than his. They had known what was required of them, understood the importance of building a relationship solid enough that their children, including her mother, would have a loving place to grow for themselves. Every child deserved that didn't they? The kind of life her mother had had, the kind of life she had now also. Marriage wasn't something to be taken on and thrown away. It was a serious commitment, a lifetime. It was one of the reasons Ally had never considered it for herself. She couldn't see finding someone to spend her life with, who would appreciate in her the free spirit that kept her constantly in motion. "It wasn't about using the system, Cam. My grandparents wanted to protect everyone, including each other. It mattered more to them than their freedom." A thing he should at least understand the gravity of.

This conversation was getting far too intense for her taste. Thankfully, though the topic didn't quite shift completely, it did lighten somewhat, though the way he talked about a child like he or she would be a tool to his ends more than a person bugged her. Though she tried hard to resist the urge, the question came before she could grasp hold of it. "What happens to the child after that?" The image of a little girl with dark hair and his eyes came to mind, and she let it linger there a moment. However, the thought was interrupted by his club comment and she arched an eyebrow. "Cam, I can assure you the last place you're going to find me is dancing in a club somewhere." There was a fire in her eyes now, smoldering ambition. "You won't be doing anything I won't be doing, so you'll have no room to tease me." She gave him a cheeky look. "I bet I'll do more traveling than you will" she challenged, though there was really no way to tell as of yet. Still, she couldn't let his teasing go unanswered. "Watch and see"

Though her thoughts were tumultous, she was carried away easily enough by the heady combination of his prowess and her own passionate desires. It took less time than it reasonably should for all thoughts of marriage and children to be obliterated, erased completely. Instead, as he stripped them both, she enjoyed being able to touch him as she pleased, and it showed. Her lips found their way with intense determination to every part of him she could reach in their current position. She wanted, for the moment, to forget what his future might hold, but more importantly, she wanted him to forget anyone except her. It was a challenge she was more than willing to pour herself into. She gave him everything she was worth physically, depleating without hesitation a substantial amount of her energy and fire in the effort to be the only thing on his mind. The shower, a combination of warmth and steam and touches that left her awash with more sensations than she could have fathomed at once. The sound of his breath, heavy in her ears, and warm against her skin as she peaked and pulsed in a seemingly endless descent to earth again. It was by sheer effort that she managed to open her eyes as the haze began to clear. The warmth of the water in combination with the heat that radiated off both of them and the afterglow of being with him left her feeling more liquid than solid herself. She took a deep breath. "Definitely a...selling point" she managed, though her attempt at a cheeky grin came more sated than sarcastic

Shava

[Shava]

He nodded at her words. "Creative indeed." Her cracks at his exclusiveness caused him to laugh. "Ah but I think each woman would have her own opinion on that! I would say more kids would be the first thing I would trade for. Having only one male heir is asking for trouble in the future with the family line if injury or death threatened. And let's be truly honest here, if a woman was interested she already has a great bargaining spot to start with." As she spoke hesitantly about divorce, he picked up the cues easily; she was certainly a mix of beliefs in what was right and wrong to his mind!

"Hey, when you are trying to find someone willing to marry early, you have to widen the net. Say a woman doesn't want a child yet, wants a career instead or to do something else with her life without a husband. She could satisfy her family's thoughts about children with me and then go back to what she wants with her life. I'm the one willing to make changes to have a child." As they passed inside the room and she tossed her bag down he continued on the point. "I'm the one with the time for kids, I just don't have a woman willing to give me one whether she is there or not. Sure it would be better if she stayed around, but there are all kinds in the world."

Cameron made a face; he might sound cold about kids, but he was rather looking forward to having a mini-me around. "And if I narrow things too much, I miss out on the chance. Can't blame me for being careful." He c0cked an eyebrow her way. "Oh? Thought you had said something about they had done it to get past a particular situation and then fell for each other so they stayed together." Now he raised a finger her way, admonishing her quick thinking as if amused, a smile upon his face. "Now now! No using my words in different ways. I said they used the system and they did; I wasn't talking about their reasons. That type of marriage was what you said she was being told to chose so they used a contract to get him a loan or something you said. That's still using the system."

Cameron understood she wanted to see the best in her family, but facts were facts too. She needed to see that her family also twisted things to fit the situation.

Her question had him raise an eyebrow. "Why? I doubt you would be interested anyway, you have big plans and all that to do. You've never expressed any interest in children I can remember... Well i would hope they stay with me, especially if whoever the mama is goes off on their own path. Remember, I'm the one who needs a child, that makes me invested in them. Trust me, Ally-dear, any child of mine I want to be involved in their life." If he thought it might help, he'd slip her a fertility potion in her drink that evening and distract her enough to avoid the charm use really. While she might hesitate on many things, it sounded like she might fasten herself down if there was a child involved. "I'd have a very mobile family though I think for the first few years at least. Children can benefit from travel as much as the parents."

A bit later as she gasped her response to their activity he grinned through his breathing and said matter-of-factly "Too bad you don't want to be a customer then, since I've already made an impression..." 'Ha, you are too scared of being tied down to even see what a different marriage this would be...' "S'okay, I don't see you as the mothering type so you are off the hook, don't worry. But you'll be in school for a few years still before you get your own freedom..." There think about that.

Rosalie

[Rosalie]

Wise of him, she decided, to plan for flexibility, but she'd known he was good at that early on. It was the kind of thing she might have appreciated in a future husband, were she in the market for one, which she wasn't. Really. His talk of children reminded her of the 'heir and spare' expression her family always joked about. Their line was certainly in no danger of dying out, her parents and their parents had made certain of it, though she suspected it was equal parts familial duty and the fact they all still went at it like rabbits. She had to resist the urge to make a face. Outwardly, she nodded. "Lots of kids are kind of a thing in my family, so I can understand that." She did, after all, have over a dozen aunts and uncles on her father's side alone. "They're pretty big on keeping the lines strong too, they're just not as forceful about it." She smirked, "true, might be worth the temptation just to see you in the lesser position" she teased, obviously joking. It was, however, true that one rarely saw Cameron out of sorts or at anything but an advantage.

She shrugged, "I understand" she answered, and the smile was back. "Its not like I'm the one you have to impress anyway." But she was impressed, and oddly relieved when he explained himself. She tried not to examine that feeling too closely. She couldn't have respected anyone who mistreated children. It was one of the few limits Ally possessed, likely from having been surrounded by so many throughout her life. If there was one thing she was used to, it was kids and chaos. She softened noticeably at that point, willing enough to rectify her own misunderstanding. She nodded, conceding that point. There were 'all kinds' she knew, knds like her great-grandfather who had cursed her grandmother in an attempt to trap her into a fate worse than death, people like her father's parents who were crazy and mischievous but who loved their family so completely they'd have done anything to protect them. People like Grandma Rose and Grandpa Taran, hardworking despite priveledge and fiercely loyal to the point of risking everything for those they loved. Yes, there were all kinds of people in the world. There were also people like Ally and Cameron, who were not so much blacks and whites as a million shades of gray. So much alike, she knew, and a new thought, something foreign and not quite formed, tugged at the back of her mind. If she were going to get married, it would be to someone like him.

The eyes, which had gone soft with thoughts of children and family, widened suddenly. Where in Merlin's name had that thought come from? She shook her head to clear it and then grasped onto the topic with both hands. "I see what you mean" she answered. "And I know you're in a tough spot. Its your life, I'm not going to judge you for it whatever you decide." She had no room to judge anyone really, and so she didn't. She shook her head. "No, I can't" she agreed, and then, in a lighter voice, trying to shake off the shock of her earlier thoughts. "I just hate to think of a child having only your influence his whole life" she stuck her tongue out at him. "Though his having your eyes wouldn't be all bad." There, part insult, part flirtation, back into familiar territory, and far far away from thoughts of marriage. He argued his point about her grandparents, and she grudgingly admitted it made sense. She supposed there was a little Slytherin in all of them, even Grandma Rose. "They were smart" she said softly. "I guess I never thought of it like that."

He spoke, and she looked up, startled. Had he even for one moment considered...or was he just really good at reading her face. "I..." but she went quiet. What was she going to say? That for an instant in her mind's eye there had been a little boy with his eyes and her family's wild-colored hair running through the back yard? Hardly. "I never thought about it really" she finally answered. She'd never thought anyone might be able to tolerate her lifestyle well enough to commit the rest of their lives to it. Ally wasn't anti-marriage so much as she blanched at the thought of being tied down. "I love kids. I have at least fifty cousins all younger than I am running around back home. Its just that traditionally speaking kids require marriage and marriage requires..." She wrinkled her nose "walls, rules, limits." She shook her head, "I'm not exactly designed to be the kind of pureblood trophy you're going to need." She gave him what might have passed for a mildly self-deprecating look. "I think it's safe to assume they don't scale castle walls and work on motorbikes as a hobby." When it came down to it, her sense of fashion and her love of dance were some of the only truly traditionally feminine things about her. Mistress of the manor she was not. The smile changed, softened slightly again. "That's good. I'm sure your kids will be..." She grinnned. "Something."

He spoke and the words did wonders in clearing the rest of her blissful haze. "Yeah, too bad" she murmured, but it sounded off, almost hesitant. So much for erasing those thoughts. "Hey!" she crossed her arms, though in their current position her attempt at looking offended was comical. "I would be a good mom" she insisted. Merlin knew she'd had enough practice. She frowned, thinking about that last bit. "I know" she sounded mournful. "Two more years before I can even think about getting away." She didn't like thinking about it. There were only so many adventures one could have in one space, and Ally had pushed nearly every limit she dared already. She'd already gotten into trouble more than once while going in search of new ones.

Shava

[Shava]

He envied her that part. "Yes, I think you told me yours counts more in teams and broods then in families at some point," he chuckled, "and you think that would be entertaining, eh? Something tells me I would regret letting someone like you get something on me..." Her eyes widened slightly and he wondered if she was on the track he was trying to direct her too. Just in case he followed up on the child comment instantly. "hey now! I will have you know I am good with kids. They would learn how to enjoy life and take in all kinds of new life experiences. I would be a good father and I'll prove it to you some day."

Please, let me prove to you you want me to be the father.

"Every event has more then one side, Ally, always remember that. Sometimes things from another's perspective can change the way you see the world." She spoke of never having thought of it and he snorted, feeling her slippery skin in his arms and in her breasts in his hands as he teased her lightly to keep up the feelings. "You should. Just imagine how much fun we could have in places all over the world. What a fun family that would be!" He said it half teasing her, but half tempting her as well. She already knew they got along, very well in fact, and he would be fantastic in bed; really now, most of the rest they could work out surely.

Ah here we go. As if mentioning things off handedly (and ignoring the fact he was inside her and feeling her very reactions at this moment still) he responded. "Walls, rules, and limits, eh? Hmm, no walls cause we'd be traveling, limits would be only having mind-numbing sex with me and frequently, and rules? Surely you would negotiate for stuff, I'm not going to try for that one in advance it would be a wacky list I am sure." He appeared to hesitate. "Hmm in exchange for life long fidelety I would say three boys at least and I'll offer dancing career in return without restrictions. Long as the lap dancing is all mine, of course," he teased back, running his hand down her body to her thigh under the water and back up, enjoying his permission to do so.

He made a face and slipped his hands around her waist, pulling her soapy skin close to him as he leaned up to whisper in her ear "But that's perfect, Ally, I don't want that they do. If I got married suddenly before they could react, long as the girl was pure they wouldn't put up much fuss, especially once a child was promised." He kissed her cheek and continued, softly. "I don't want to do the society thing and if my wife wanted to travel and see the world at random who am I not to make her happy, right? Would serve them right to have a few heart attacks along the way about how much control she had of me..."

AH ha, there was the chance opportunity. "Ah, maybe not so long as that actually..."

Rosalie

[Rosalie]

She grinned, and nodded. "There are so many of us most days its hard to keep track of who belongs to who really" she agreed. "Especially with my grandmother's younger ones and Aunt Brier and Uncle Darius' kids." They were her cousins, aunts, uncles, but she was close enough to some of them that they felt more like siblings. Her aunt Sahara, being only a few years older, was one of her favorites. She gave him an innocent look. "Me?" But then she smirked, "probably smart." She laughed, "Maybe not as many as my grandmother, but three or four might be fun." If she had them, she'd have to keep to tradition after all, and a small family would feel very strange after growing up with so many around. She smiled strangely at his defensive response before answering softly: "I'm sure you will" but her eyes are still far away as though she's contemplating something far beyond the two of them. She tilted her head, grinned up at him. "You'll prove it to me, hmm? How?" The only way she could imagine his being able to prove he was a good dad was if...Merlin.

She contemplated for a moment, considering the idea that life with a family might not be as restrictive as she'd always imagined, especially if she had someone who's goals in life were the same. It was unfair, she thought, because her mind was clouded with the lingering pleasures of being with him, which made it hard to remember all of the reasons she'd ever thought of marriage as a bad idea, or worse, a trap. He kept touching her, kept the fire smoldering though not quite burning as it had been a few minutes prior. When he spoke, however, her eyes shot up to his, not so much wide as surprised. "We?" she repeated and suddenly she realized, rather belatedly, that it was her he was trying to convince. A part of her felt relief, felt cautiously curious. She wanted to be convinced this could work, but...there were other things to consider. He was hard to resist anyway in their current position, and she wondered suddenly if he'd planned it that way. Slytherins, she reminded herself, were sneaky when they wanted something. It was on the tip of her tongue to make some sort of joke about the whole thing, but then she did imagine it. So instead of blowing it off completely, what she said was: "You know they'd all have my hair right?" She shook the deep purple tresses at him, grinning. "And probably in wilder colors."

He took her objections, and one by one he dismissed them. It annoyed her somewhat that he did it so well. A lifetime of 'mindnumbing' sex and travel? Could she find an issue with that? She laughed, "definitely" but she was unwilling to say much more than that at the moment. Was she actually considering...? It amused her somewhat that he thought life-long fidelity was a bargaining chip and the look told him so. "More like in exchange for life-long fidelity I wouldn't poison you and you trust me when I say I like the idea of a big family." She smirked at him. "The dancing career may or may not happen, its a hard thing to do. Right now I do it because I love it, beyond that, I'll just have to.." She was, she was considering! She took a deep breath. "See." She grinned at the lap dance comment, but then decided to have a little fun. "I've only done that once" she told him, and it was true, on a dare one day at the dance academy she attended during the summer. "But I think that's fair." She felt his touch as it glided over her skin, and the muscles clenched and unclenched under his fingers. She inhaled a short breath, giving him a look that said she knew what he was doing.

His voice was whisper soft, and she felt his breath against her ear, contributing to the sensations everywhere else. "Suddenly" she whispered, soft and hesitant. "How suddenly?" She understood why he wanted to pull one over on his parents, she might even have liked the idea, but he was going into his seventh year, and if he was going to get married before his parents contracted him out, it would have to be soon. Ally was sixteen, and barely that, the concept of getting married right now...of everything that marriage would entail...trying to fathom it scared her, not that she'd ever have admitted it to anyone. It sank in, what he wanted, what he was asking, and while there were definite perks to the idea, there were concerns also, lots of them. Cameron was not, had never been a one girl kind of guy. However personal this moment might have felt, she reminded herself it was unlikely she'd be the only girl he saw this summer. "Cam..." she wasn't quite panicked, but definitely overwhelmed for a few moments and it showed in the way her eyes began to change color flashing them a few seconds at a time. She could not feel it, but she suspected it might be happening, and so she closed them. "That's a lot to think about."

She did, however, smirk at the heart-attack comment, though she snorted at the word 'control.' "Right" she murmured, eyes still closed but sarcasm evident. "As if anyone has any hope of controlling you." He spoke again however, and her eyes opened slowly, having settled on a blue-green. Curious. "How do you mean?"

[Shava]

He had the idea she was used to large families and might be tempted to have the same. She didn't realize that would fit his goals very well, having a large number of children. Even now as much as she knew about him, she didn't know his long term plans and that was good and bad. He knew marriage was something he would have to adjust to and reform his life around to be good at what he wanted. "Ha, yes you. And from what it sounds like most of your family is somewhat the same. Must run in the family line." And he found that even more attractive in a way, a line which was hard to pull stuff on and enjoyed taking advantages over others. "Duh, I'd be finding out where you were and coming over to visit, bringing my child with me."

Chuckling, he knew she had already forgotten about her own comment. "You did just say you'd never thought of it. So, give it a thought a moment. Going somewhere like say, Finland. Hanging out in a sauna, drinking vodka, going out for whatever we want, nanny in a second room keeping up with the kids will we return and give them a few lessons? I can see it, returning for different times or settling in other countries for a few weeks at a time when we find a place we really like." Tropical, mountains, forested glens; oh yes, he could imagine the kind of mischief they could get into easily.

Another grin. "Seriously, have you all never had someone without the colors yet? I think I'm used to weird hair," he said touching his own curly mass, "and I don't think that would be a problem. Got any curly haired wonders in your family or all straight so far?" He gave her a raised eyebrow over the poison part. "Now hang on, life long fidelity versus I won't poison you? Doesn't sound very even... I would think you would need a bit more on that side." He grinned, his voice sounding amused. "Okay then change that to whatever work you want to. I'm not a type who would restrict anyone to one thing as you well know, I'm all about freedom."

Rolling his eyes at her, he shook his head as his hands rubbed pleasantly across her ribs. "Suddenly for them, Ally, as in they don't know what is coming up. You are sixteen after all, that's like traditional pureblood age for a woman to get married." He made a face showing he didn't follow that, it was just what they both knew had happened. As she sounded a bit overwhelmed he laughed and flattened more down in the tub, her sliding along with him so she could get up earlier. "Hey, we're just talking at the moment, my dear, but it would work. We can talk more later during dinner so you can think it out." Bull. But it might make her feel less rushed feeling. He reached for the towels, doing her neck and shoulders before running down her arms and letting her feel pampered before he put it around her waist and reach for one for himself.

As she snorted he pushed her arm slightly, not quite playfully. "Hey just because you can not see it doesn't mean it can't happen. I've always planned for being more exclusive for marriage, I just had to sow my oats a lot before hand to learn what a guy is supposed to know because our 'society' thinks girls are all innocent and boys are all experienced. So don't give me that stuff..." As she questioned him on the other he shrugged. "Oh it's easy enough. If you agreed to something simple, like a contract saying we get married next summer but you get to finish out school, then my parents would be foiled and we could do as we liked till we suddenly eloped to throw them off some weekend if you like. No one says you have to have kids like instantly, but you'd definitely have more freedom if I was your husband already instead of under your parents I bet."

Rosalie