A Dish Best Served Cold }{ [Nyx/Gwen]

[Nyx M Treassa]

Nyx brought her shaking hands back around Gwen’s body, drawing her possessively and preciously close. The way she held her spoke volumes of the blonde’s value, like a perfect gem found in a sea of flaws of cracks, scrapes, and jagged edges. When Nyx held her like this there was a movement inside her mind as something opened stiff and weak wings. It was an interesting feeling that was unidentified, unknown, and not dwelled upon. She had better things to be doing, like experiencing very soft, sweet, pretty lips. Her purrs pulsated through their joined lips, tickling at their noses: she couldn’t help it. It was a Veela’s quiet gesture of affection.

Exchanged between them, Nyx indulged on tender kisses that were plucked from Gwen’s lips like ripe fruit. All at once it was intensely involved while dreamingly slow; their lips never parted, always remaining at least a brush away. They weren’t soaking, but they were teasingly wet, and always gentle. How could she be kissing such a sweet girl? Why was Gwen so willi-… The kisses slowed to a stop, and again they were nose-to-nose as Nyx created an inch of space.

“Gwen?” She said thickly. “Talk t’me…” There was some pleading in her voice. “Tell me t’aint th’thrall.”

[Gweneth Carlon]

Gwen's mind was swimming. Her whole head was swimming. But it was the good kind. Like the way your body and head felt after you'd literally been swimming all day. It was peaceful, and comforting, and just...well nice. Maybe it was the lack of breaths Gwen was taking, but she doubted that had anything to do with it at all. No, she was sure that wasn't it.

The simple kiss took an almost hungry turn, and it was all Gwen's doing. Her hands were braced at the sides of Nyx's face and her mouth was working against the other's as if it'd kill her to break free. This had never happened before, not to Gwen at least. She'd never felt so starved for affection from someone else, but that's exactly how she felt right now with Nyx. So, needless to say, when the kiss was broken, a whimper of protest left the blond's lips.

She was only half aware that she was being spoken to. In fact, it took her several moments to even register words- any words- in her mind. Gwen's eyes opened slowly, though her mind was still extremely fuzzy, and stared at Nyx in a non-comprehending sort of way. "What..?" she asked softly, feeling quite a bit foolish for letting herself get so lost that she couldn't even remember what was said to her.

[Nyx M Treassa]

How should she deal with this? Illume said someone under a thrall would have a hard time gripping anything she was saying, but in Gwen’s defense that was a really really good kiss. Nyx rubbed Gwen’s back soothingly, trying to bring her back a little. “Gwen, please talk t’me…” She spoke very softly. “Why’re yeh kissin’ me? Do yeh know?” Nyx pulled back a little more to bring Gwen into focus. The blond looked so pretty, she just wanted to dwell on those lips and those eyes until the sun came up and longer.

“Close yer eyes’n tell me. Please?”

Nyx was worried that she seduced someone else (she’d done it before, she was guilty) that didn’t want to be with her. There was sure to be other women out there like her, but it was hard to tell if Gwen was one of those women; she doubted it, since she hadn’t found one so far. But there was that little chance that Gwen could be like her, that she wanted to kiss… The Gryffindor smiled encouragingly, pleadingly. Be mine…

[Gweneth Carlon]

It took Gwen a moment to get her focus back, and a moment longer still for her breathing to regulate enough for her to speak. "Why?" she repeated, her brow creasing a bit as she tried to come up with the answer to this question. Why was she kissing Nyx? The other girl had just been mentally and physically abused, and here Gwen was, trying to suck the life out of her through her mouth. Maybe she'd heard wrong after all. Maybe that Slytherin was just calling out insults, trying to add to personal injury by calling Nyx a skirt chaser. This thought caused Gwen's eyes to snap open and her mind to freeze solid.

"D-do you..." she swallowed thickly and leaned back even more then Nyx had pushed her, "Do you not want me to?" a dark color of red colored Gwen's face again, though this time it wasn't a pleasured color. It was mortification, and panic all in one dark shade across her cheeks. "I'm sorry!" she gasped, and a moment later she was on her feet. "I thought that...The Slytherin said you were..." Both of her hands covered her face briefly, then she dropped them back to her sides and backed up a step or two. "I'm sorry, Nyx. I didn't mean to...I misunderstood..." Great...yet again she jumped to conclusions, and now she was going to pay for it.

[Nyx M Treassa]

Was the fact it was taking so long to answer a bad sign? Nyx’s heart was sinking with every second ticking by, because it meant that Gwen probably wasn’t doing this on her own. The look of mortification only confirmed that she’d done something wrong, but she wasn’t expecting the words that came next. “Huh?” Not want her too? The process in her mind was too slow, and by the time she was prepared to correct, Gwen was on her feet.

“N-no! S’not that!” Nyx jumped to her feet, stumbling a little before managing to catch Gwen’s wrist. “Dun’ go! A-Ah l-like’t, Ah jus’… Wanna b’sure Ah ain’t done nothen’ tah yah! It c’n happen, ev’n tho’ Ah’m a m-m-mutt!

“Ah jus’… Wanna b’sure yeh wanna be kissin’ me!” Realizing that she’d grabbed Gwen with her whiskey soaked hand, she jerked away and began kneading her hands together, like it would take off the offending liquid. Green eyes lowered to her hands, far too nervous to look at Gwen at the moment.

[Gweneth Carlon]

Now Gwen was really confused. Had she done something wrong, or hadn't she? Did Nyx want to kiss and be kissed, or not? The confusion still had Gwen's face red, but she wasn't in such a big hurry to scuttle away and hide any more. Instead, she took a deep breath, and stepped forward, reaching out a hand to lift Nyx's face so she'd look at her. "I don't feel like anything has been done to me, Nyx, just this strange urge to be over protective." she admitted, "Any other feelings are completely my own...Is that a bad thing?"

Oh how she hoped it wasn't. But, if it was, she'd accept that and go on about her way- especially if Nyx didn't want her around anymore. "If you want me to go and don't want me to hang around anymore, that's fine," she lied, "I'd completely understand." a nod shook her head, and the words that time were at least true. Good Merlin almighty...another good thing, screwed up by Gwen's over eagerness and miscommunication...

[Nyx M Treassa]

Nyx was very quickly losing track of this conversation due to the panic that was beginning to build up in her chest. Emotionally damaged she might be, a veela knew when she wanted something. For Nyx it took a very, very good kiss to align the knowledge with the knowing but she understood now and definitely didn’t want Gwen to go. On the other hand, she really didn’t want to have influence over her either, or hurt her, or make her run, but what could she say? Gwen’s words were actually confusing her and in this case confusion could be a very bad ending.

Large hands folded around the smaller, softer, prettier one touching her face. Words, she was so bad at them… She needed to say what was in her heart but what if Gwen ran? Under the folds of her eye lashes, Nyx peered up for eye contact before turning the palm captured in her own-

And kissing it.

“Ah dun’ want’yeh tah go…” Nyx lipped over Gwen’s soft palm. “Stay with me an’ talk, ‘cause Ah… Ah dun’ understand wot’yer say’n. Bu’h you dunno wha’h Ah mean, eithah. Dun’ run. Yah dun’need tah run from me, evah.”

[Gweneth Carlon]

The panic was ebbing away slowly, in small chunks and pieces at a time, but it was ebbing. The kiss to Gwen's palm seemed to help to most and caused a ripple of pleasure to shudder through her body. Her lips parted briefly and the softest of approving sounds passed through the space between them. Her eyes took a faintly cloudy turn for a moment, though managed to focus again when she was spoken to.

"I don't want to leave, or run," she stated quietly, watching the other girl carefully, "I like being around you..a lot. I thought that was pretty obvious when we kissed..." her cheeks pinkened a bit and her expression went fairly sheepish, "Its hard to find other girls who like other girls..." Her lower lip was drug into her mouth via her teeth and chewed on once there. Hopefully that helped clear the air a little bit...

[Nyx M Treassa]

Uncertainty showed clearly in her expression and made her loosen her hold on Gwen’s soft hand. If the Puff wanted to yank it away in an instant she wasn’t going to prevent her from doing so. The thought of Gwen running from her hurt, but there was no action she would take to keep her there; why would she, when Gwen shouldn’t have gone near her anyway? Eyes like laden emerald in the darkness stared with investigating intensity and waited for a reaction. They widened mildly at the pleased sound, not expecting it. Merlin, maybe Gwen really didn’t mind…?

“Ah like t’be around yah too…” Nyx, though attracted to Gwen earlier never had the chance or willed the veela thrall over her. Fondness of being near wasn’t induced by that, but it was still possible the kiss was! Though maybe that wasn’t it? The tall brute bit at her lower lip, dwelling in her internal struggles. She almost missed what Gwen had to say.

“You too?” Her lips seemed to move instantaneously, before her mind had a chance to catch up. Gwen was like her? “Yeh like me? As’n…” Sometimes Nyx could be so thick, especially when she’s kind of surprised.

[Gweneth Carlon]

Gwen's head bobbed slowly to Nyx's words. Though this physical movement didn't seem to be enough, and thus she added words, "Yes, me too..." She took the time to wet her lips, thinking carefully about what she wanted to say verses how the Gryffindor would take it. "That's why when that Slytherin called you a skirt chaser, and then the kiss..." she heaved a sigh and shrugged, "I took her seriously and didn't hesitate to think about it before diving in. S'happened before, which is why I reacted so poorly when you pulled away. I figured I had screwed up again."

She winced at the thought, "Rejection isn't something I deal with real easily..." the blond paused and blinked, "Not that anyone does, of course...But I had figured I'd done something wrong, so I was ready to back up and give you your space," her gaze lifted back to Nyx, "But...if I don't have to, I'd rather not..."

[Nyx M Treassa]

“Nuh uh, yah din’ screw up.” Nyx’s eyes flickered down on Gwen’s lips (was it legal for them to look so kissable?) and back up to her eyes (legality for how pretty blue they were?) and smiled a shy, sheepish little quirk of the lips. “Ah l-liked’t, bu’h Ah had tah make sure my veela charms weren’t com’n out an’ mak’n yah do it. Mum says tha’h can happen.” Having Gwen’s hand in her own was comforting, giving her something to toy with so she could forget how nervous she was. They were just so soft under the callous of her palms, had such womanly digits for her to explore… Idle hands busied themselves on Gwen’s, gaining courage from their security.

“Yeh dun’ nothen’ wrong, an’ even if Ah wasn’t a skir’h chasah, I’d probably surrender tah tha’h smile you use…” Nyx smiled shyly, her ears turning red. Hopefully in the dim lighting Gwen wouldn’t be able to tell. “Ah’d really like fer yah t’let me stick ‘round with yah for a while longer.”

[Gweneth Carlon]

Gwen was taking in everything that was said to her. She understood, and she filed it all away, but she wasn't really listening. No, her eyes were too busy watching Nyx's mouth. The shape of her lips, the way they twitched and moved while the other girl spoke, the way her tongue pressed against her teeth for certain words. Just the sight of that slippery little muscle made her gut tighten. Only briefly for each appearance of it, then it would relax only to happen again. And those hands. Just the slightest brush of fingers against the sensitive (oh yeah, her hands were horribly sensitive,) flesh of her hand sent surges of gently humming pleasure to her brain. Yet all she could focus on was that mouth.

Something about sticking around stuck more firmly in Gwen's mind then the rest of Nyx's words, and a soft, agreeable sound rumbled in the back of her throat. It was getting to be a bit much just to watch anymore, and with one hastey decision, Gwen re-closed the short distance between them and had her mouth pressed back against Nyx's before the other could really finish speaking to her.

Veela allure...That was crazy talk. Gwen had been quite attracted to the Gryffindor since the first time she actually got a good look at her. The strong, yet still somehow feminine build. The solid appearing body that she wanted to press herself as closely and firmly to as she possibly could (but wouldn't just yet...she wasn't going to take things that far after what had just happened to the poor girl...) And that mouth...the one Gwen was currently trying to meld her own mouth to.

Her fingers had carded through, then tangled gently in Nyx's hair. Gwen's own head had tipped a bit to the side, trying to urge the other girl into a deeper, more passionate kiss. Normally, Gwen was not this kind of girl. She was reserved and patient. But something about Nyx...she wanted all of her and now. She didn't feel seduced, not in that sense at least. She just wanted. Though how she would get Nyx to understand that this wasn't due to her Veela charm, the current blond didn't know. She could only try and hope...And keep kissing that delicious mouth...

[Nyx M Treassa]

Gwen was being awfully quiet while Nyx was speaking, and it made her nervous. Did Gwen think she was being dumb? Nyx guessed she probably was (being dumb, that is) because it seemed to happen more often than not when she wasn’t aware of it. Gwen made a sound (a higher note, which meant a positive response) and she relaxed. She must have been overreacting, over thinking everything and Gwen probably meant what she said before. Nyx smiled softly and felt her heart do a pleasant little quiver inside her chest. Gwen actually liked her-

Kaboom, her brain blew up.

Not literally, but Gwen had once again made a surprise attack (Nyx wouldn’t call it an attack… More like securing her property) on her lips and successfully shut down her brain. In an instant her body fell into a relaxed, swimming state of euphoria that Gwen had cast over her. Slightly chapped, pink lips responded instantly to the kiss and tenderly tangoed with their partners. Gwen’s lips were so soft, and so sweet. Her scent filled her to the core and made her cheeks flush pleasantly and her heart palpitate. From insecurity to invincible, Nyx’s body language seemed to change with Gwen’s closeness. Her arms wrapped around the smaller figure seemed to speak of tenderness and devotion, protection and security.

Nyx kissed her slowly, taking charge of the exchange and forcing Gwen into a slow, breathless rhythm of stroking tongues. She hummed between their connection and drew Gwen close, as though protecting her from the world. The Gryffindor broke the kiss, audibly purring against the brunette’s lips. Mine…

[Gweneth Carlon]

The fact that Nyx had returned the kiss was one thing. It had made Gwen's body relax and allowed her to feel much better about the entire situation. It meant that things would really be alright between them. That this was really happening. Which was great. When the Gryffindor took charge of the kiss, however, the blond's body melted.

The idea of Nyx taking control ignited a fire in the pit of Gwen's stomach. It coiled and brushed against the lining of her insides, causing a moan to creep from the back of her throat and drown in the kiss they were still sharing. It wasn't even as starving as Gwen had first made it, but it was better. Until it was broken.

A soft, protesting sound fluttered from the Hufflepuff's lips and her eyes opened half way to gaze at Nyx in question. A kiss like that needed to continue on, and on, and on...Breathing, after all, was highly over rated. "What's wrong?" she purred, stroking the fingers that had been in Nyx's hair down her face gently. Whatever it was, Gwen wanted to get it solved, especially if she was the cause.

[Nyx M Treassa]

Closeness with someone like her… Nyx had dreamed of this for years, imagined spending leisurely moments kissing, hot afternoons wrapped in each other, and cold nights cuddled up listening to the radio. To be kissed, to return the kiss, to have some accept her affection and touch, it was all enough to make her want to bounce up and start doing backflips. This also unwrapped a feral feeling in of possessiveness and lust, a human sensation of tenderness and kind. Why she stopped the kiss? She didn’t really know; maybe to catch her breath, maybe to bask in the warmth of Gwen’s puffing respiration, she really didn’t know. Soft fingers tickled down from her hair to cradle her face, a puff of calm air emerged through her nose.

Content completion.

“Noth’n.” Nyx’s voice was thick and soft, lilting and lazier than it usually was. As her eyes, closed from rapture of their kiss, reopened, there was a literal glow about them, a glittering dazedness. To punctuate their security and the Gryffindor braved a soft-lipped kiss on Gwen’s pouting mouth. The kiss lingered and Nyx applied soft pressure, gently reassuring the pretty Hufflepuff that she was relaxed and enjoying their exchange. This kiss was followed by a series of leisurely pressed lips and a finale of softly nuzzled noses. “N’less yeh dun’ like ‘avin’ more th’n one kiss?”