i'll do anything for a smile
HOLDING YOU TILL OUR TIME IS DONE
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The day was dull, dark creepy clouds hovered in the sky. There were some low rumbles echoing across the land. The clouds inched closer, being extremely taunting at the school. It was probably mid-day, but the sun was hidden behind the growling nearing beast thunder heads. On the table in the staff room, papers were spread everywhere. They ranged from Seventh Year research papers on Werewolves, to First year papers about the unforgivable curses. There were about ten candles hovering inches above the table. A chair was pushed to the side. Next to the papers were two bottles of fire whiskey and a glass. To the right was a shelving unit with more glasses on it, to allow teachers to ‘unwind’. The two bottles of fire whiskey hadn’t been touched. There was part of some robes on the couch and a tie on top of that. Really, the staffroom was a bit of a mess.

Next to the window, staring up at the large dark clouds was a man, he had short black hair in the shape of a Mohawk with blonde tips. His eyes were a strange ocean blue and glittered restlessly. He was dressed down, in just black pants with a white button up long sleeved shirt that was pulled out of his pants and simply hanging down. He had one hand stuffed in his pocket and the other rested on the cool glass. His eyes were fixated on the sky. The clouds rolled over each other then finally came the first strike of lightning, The man, Devon Brigham, hardly flinched at the strike. Storms like these were interesting to him. The room was completely quiet. He tapped his fingers against the glass. He moved his head forward and pressed it to the glass, now looking down at the grounds.

He sighed heavily then turned from the window and sat down on the adjacent chair. He pulled out his wand and conjured up a quill and ink. He quietly began to grade papers, starting with the easiest – second year research papers on boggarts. He read one paper, graded it, put it to the side then got up and paced around the room. Rain began to beat on the window, he glanced over absentmindedly, and then he went back to pacing. He was by far too anxious. He bounced a little then flopped onto the couch and rubbed his face. He wasn’t completely sure why the hell he was so nervous, or anxious, though he didn’t quite know why. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t had sleep in two days and he had been arguing with his brother very frequently. He was actually a bit cranky on top of that. But he managed to hold back his crankiness. He relaxed on the couch and closed his eyes… a bad move.

Devon dozed off into a light sleep. He snorted and turned over, curling into the fetal position on his side. He began to snore immediately, and pretty loudly as well, considering he was somewhat sick from his lack of sleep.

i'll do anything for a smile
HOLDING YOU TILL OUR TIME IS DONE
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He had been sleeping so peacefully, his legs extended out to rest on his robes absently. He mumbled and grumbled, tossed a bit, he was there for a good fifteen minutes before Alessandra entered. So he managed to get at least a little sleep. When the pillow was tossed at him, he wasn’t fazed, he simply kept up his snoring, but when he felt the couch shift, and weight on his lap, his eyes half opened. He sleepily looked up at Alessandra, but then his eyes shut again. It wasn’t until her lips touched his that he seemed to awaken, and he sat right up. His hands firmly placed themselves upon her hips and his eyes stared directly into hers. He hiccupped, then took a deep breath to calm himself down. He was tense, but when he realized it was just the darling potion’s professor, he calmed down.

"So, professor brigham what's in store for me today? i've been a bad girl and think i might need a punishment."

Well, if that wasn’t the kinkiest thing he’d ever heard. Actually he had heard more perverted comments in his life, specifically between students, and well, he even read perverted comments on notes from student to student before, though this perverted comment, he must admit, he liked. He tilted his head for a moment, looking her over, he took another breath, this time it was a bit of a shutter, then he leaned his head up close to hers, his lips hardly touching hers. Devon was known to be a tease. He made a soft smirk then gently pushed her enough so he could get out from under her. He stood up and straightened himself out. He wasn’t about to stick his tongue out at her, considering that was childish to do, but it was something he thought about doing.

“And what exactly did you do be a bad girl Professor Russo?”

He hardly glanced back at her. He grabbed a glass from the shelves and poured his own fire whiskey. He was actually thinking about getting buzzed or go as far as getting completely wasted. He held his cup up to the candle light and did a small motion with it, allowing the amber liquid to spin into a vortex. He stared down at it, then quickly put the glass to his mouth and chugged it. His throat burned as the liquid rushed down, but he simply made an “Ahh” noise, as though it satisfied him. After his quick drink, he set the glass down and turned his entire attention on Alessandra, a playful, strange look over took his eyes.

i'll do anything for a smile
HOLDING YOU TILL OUR TIME IS DONE
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Devon simply raised his eyebrow; she wasn’t going to tell him exactly what she did wrong. He shook his head slightly. Then how was he supposed to ‘punish’ her? He watched her on the couch in simple silence. Then she asked how he would punish her, and he mused to himself. He couldn’t tell her until he knew what he was going after. The thunder outside rolled lowly then there was a loud crack, and chain lightning hit the grounds of the school. Devon glanced over, but just barely. His was hardly fazed by the weather. He looked back at Alessandra. Once more, his face was detailed with mild amusement. He quietly moved over to where she was, got on his knees and put his hands on her cheeks. His blue eyes searched her face for a minute, then he leaned up and kissed her lips. After a moment or two, he backed off. He stood up and glanced into a mirror to the side, the dark purple rings under his eyes worried him a little, though they had no significance to the happenings of the moment.

“I can’t tell you what I’d do to punish you, though maybe torture would be the best… plan of action.” He really did want to stick out his tongue, but he wasn’t a four year old who thought girls had cooties anymore, he was a grown man, with a crazy younger brother, two dead parents, and a very beautiful woman in the room with him… well, only the later was in the room with him, that was pretty obvious. Devon glanced back at Alessandra, then went and flopped into one of the chairs. He was, quite frankly, exhausted, and probably couldn’t put on a proper show for Alessandra in his state of mind – as in no jumping into bed with her tonight. He relaxed in the chair, letting some of his tense muscles release. “But when I do punish you Alessa, midear, it will most likely be another night, I could do some tonight, but I haven’t slept in a few days.”

He glanced at the papers on the table. He couldn’t even grade in his state-of-mind at the time. He stretched his legs lazily. Then he looked at Alessandra, “Unless you know some type of potion to give me energy, my dear,” He teased softly, not actually sure if such a thing was possible. (Even muggles were more advanced than him). He was pretty slow when it came to potions and muggle drinks… it was pretty sad. But anyways, he yawned a large yawn, covering it with his hand and rubbed his eyes a bit. “That’s why I fell asleep on the couch… but if you think you have some ‘magical’ way of giving me energy to… punish you as you say, then by all means… I’ll take it.” He winked at her, in a joking, silly manner.