OneXOne with Luna Weasley and Quiet Riot Fan

[мосна]

Mr. Nicky Tudor;

I didn't pay attention when she said Nick, until I realised I'd asked her to call me by my name. "Dunno hun, come next door and we'll have a look," I said, pulling on my underwear. I looked up at her and smiled again, still in denial slightly about her liking me and what we had done. I put an arm around her waist like I had done before, and led her out of the room. My door was still open from when I had grabbed my little package. My shoes and socks were strewn on my bed and I blushed at the sight of them. I sat Steph down on my bed, after shoving the shoes and socks off of them, before walking to my large wardrobe and pulled the door open. "Right, shirt, shirt, shirt, blazer, jacket, average clothes, ah, this might do," I said after rifling halfway through the wardrobe. I held up a large, orange and black American football shirt that had always been too big for me. "My dad wanted me to get into sport, he wasn't very good at persuasion," I laughed.

[A. Ham]

Stephanie:
"Okay, can do." I said, walking over to him. I was so happy that he liked me, I really was. There was not much in this world that would have made me happier. In fact, I didn't think there was anything that could make me happier. Smiling when he put his arm around my waist, I walked with him. "Someone was rather excited, weren't you?" I asked him, seeing his socks and shoes all over the bed. "It's quite alright, though love." I said, kissing his check as I stretched up to do so. When I sat down on the bed, I sat with my legs crossed. I always did that when I was sitting on something that was not a real sit. "It is perfect, love." I said, taking the shirt from him. I shrugged it on once it was in my hands. It was long, almost like a dress. "Just want I wanted, too." I said, smiling at him. "Sports are not my thing, so I don't really pay attention to them." I said, still sitting.

[мосна]

Mr. Nicky Tudor;

I walked over to her after she had put on her new clothes, and sat beside her, putting my arms around her neck. "Gorgeous, as usual," I smirked, leaning closer so our noses bumped into each other. I still couldn't believe that she liked or what we had just done, and I doubted that I would for a long time. Part of me was still screaming about how wrong what we were doing was, but the rest of me was singing with joy. "Your the only girl I don't have trouble with. I'm generally so bad at talking to women, but it's just so easy with you," I grinned, pressing a short but loving kiss to her lips. "And of course I was excited, but you were encouraging me," I stuck my tongue out teasingly. I stood up then, and took her hand in mine, pulling it to my lips for another kiss, then pulled her to her feet.

[A. Ham]

Stephanie:
"Why, thank you." I said, wrapping my arms around him. I couldn't believe what we had still done. It had been my first time, and it was much better than I ever thought it could be. Though, I had always been scared of the thought of it. It had always been forced on me, well almost. I got away, narrowly sometimes. When our noses bumped together, I kissed his. Once he started to speak, I listened with a faint smile. "You're the only man I've ever trusted enough to actually talk to. Most of them scare me. They beat me, try to use me. So, talking to men has never been easy for me. I'm used to when I slip up, which is often, I get beat. Thank you for helping with that." I said, returning his kiss. "I'm sorry. I'm not used to wanting that, so I didn't know how to react." I said, looking down. I had taken it as he didn't like. Which, was a shame. I had tried my best. All I had wanted to do was make him happy, and I seemed to have failed at that. I stood up when he pulled me up, but I didn't really react. I was still upset with myself that I had not made him happy.

[мосна]

[Sorry, I'm having trouble getting on CS right now. I'll try to reply as soon as I can]

[Killer lies]

{Right, so I'm taking over for my sister then? Shall we start off with a new day or carry on from where you two left it?}

[A. Ham]

((Carry on where we left us.))

[Killer lies]

Mr. Nicky Tudor;

I smiled at her, my eyes hopefully portraying truthfully the love I felt for Stephanie right then. "Oh Steph," I murmured, pressing my forehead against her own. "I don't care how many times I have to tell you this, but they'll never hurt you again. I've got you here, where you're safe, and I couldn't love you more really. If they find you, which they'll have great trouble doing, they're going to have to get through me, which they'll have even more trouble doing than finding you in the first place," I explained. I lent forwards, kissing her again, repeatedly on the lips. "Mmm..." I hummed as I pulled away, looking at her again in my over large football shirt. "C'mon, let's go downstairs," I whispered. I let go of her, but then took up her left hand in my right. I led her out of my room, which I had taken her into to get the football shirt, and back towards the stairs. "I'm so tempted to carry you again right now," he chuckled.

[A. Ham]

Stephanie:
I wrapped my arms around him when he put his hand against my forehead. "No matter how many times you say that I'm safe, I'm always going to worry. It's how I've been living, in complete fear. I"m never going to be able to be fixed completely. I, I just feel like I'm placing a huge burden on you, one that you shouldn't have to deal with." I said, returning his kisses. I smiled at him when he pulled away from me, taking my hand. For the moment, he had gotten rid of my fear. I hadn't a clue on how long that would last, but it was gone for the moment. "Thank you." I whispered up at him as we walked. "You can, if you would like to. It really doesn't matter to me." I said, smiling at him. Honestly, I had loved when he carried me up the stairs. It was nice, being able to be lazy, even if it was just a brief moment. I never got to be like that. Even when my Mother hadn't been in jail, I hadn't been allowed to be a normal kid. I was always forced to do something. Never had I had the chance to be a real kid.