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

[Gweneth Carlon]

It was easy to tell as soon as she'd spoken that nothing was really wrong. The very look about Nyx was enough to calm the fleet of nerves that had swarmed the pit of her stomach. Absentmindedly, the current blond wondered what she must currently look like to the Gryffindor. To Gwen, Nyx looked- with no pun intended- purely magical. The glow in her eyes that took Gwen's breath away, the expression on her face, heck even the very stance of her posture. It was all very magical in its own right.

And then, there was more affection.

Each little movement of Nyx's mouth against Gwen's earned soft whimpers. The kisses weren't exactly fleeting, but they were short lived. Normally, this would have been something Gwen would have complained about, but each time she'd started to do so, the Gyffindor's mouth found purchase against her own again. "Mmm...I don't mind..." she sighed, her words almost breathless, though she was breathing just fine. No, it was just the fact that she couldn't seem to get enough to Nyx, no matter how much she'd already gotten.

[Nyx M Treassa]

Gwen was sinfully soft, filling her hands with warm, firm body and light, silken hair. Long fingers traced through the girl’s blond hair slowly, reveling in the feeling. Nyx’s glowing eyes lidded in contentment, looking over Gwen as though searching for something important. Her heart was throbbing, and there was a deep buzzing inside her head that was trying to tell her… The beast purred, boneless and as relaxed as it has ever been. Nyx kissed her lips softly and pulled away.

“Gwen?” Her voice murmured in a low contralto. Suddenly it seemed her ears and nose were pink with embarrassment. “Yeh wanna go onna date w’th me? Next ‘ogsmeade weekend…?”