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Jemima Wolseithcrafte

June 03, 2017 9:01 AM

Come on in, the water's lovely (tag Owen) by Jemima Wolseithcrafte

Jemima was normally a good girl who followed the rules. Her Aladren siblings had seen the inherent logical flaws in the way society tried to restrict their libidoes, or at least pretended to want to do so; Francesca had realised that dates for the most part, were conducted in public so that it could be assured that both parties were behaving, even though both parties were old enough to arrange a rendez-vous for later and simply apparate out to it once they had, on the surface of it, returned to their separate homes like good chaste little boys and girls - on top of which, for most of the year, they locked up all the hormonal teenagers in boarding schools with each other and much more limited supervision. Given that it was so very easy to misbehave, Francesca had concluded that no one really cared if she did, so long as she wasn’t stupid enough to get herself pregnant or otherwise disgraced, because all their parents surely remembered what it was like to be young, in love, and desperately horny (or at least two out of three of these) and yet took no limits beyond stern frowny lectures to make sure that they weren’t doing any of the things that everyone must know they wanted to. Theodore had given it considerably less logical analysis, and had just been drawn down the path of getting his rocks off but feeling guilty about it. Jemima, however, knew the rules and was not prone to questioning them. Her own blindspot came more in understanding them, or applying them to herself. She knew girls from good families were not meant to… behave indelicately with men because of the effect it could have on their reputation. However, Owen was not men. Owen was Owen. He was her boyfriend, and sweet and wonderful to the very core. If a girl casually dated a boy, he could trash talk her afterwards, and it was just one person’s word against the other’s. However, she couldn’t believe that she and Owen were anything except forever, or that he really would do something horrid like that.

She and Owen kissed a lot. But most of it was on the hand-holding, been-dating-since-third-year, cute-and-publically-acceptable kissing level. It was good morning kisses, or have a good class kisses, or I’ll see you later kisses. Those kisses had been gradually turning more long and lingering. Jemima found herself hanging back, hoping they’d be the last people in the common room so she could kiss Owen goodnight properly. And then, as she lay in bed, she’d find herself thinking about where they might have gone from there, if they could be sure no one else would walk in on them, if there weren’t rules that said they shouldn’t… But shouldn’t what? She knew the big thing that she shouldn’t do with Owen, and she was pretty sure that anything that involved either of them removing clothing would be frowned on by both sets of parents and the school. But surely they could kiss…. Just, perhaps, a little more than they had been, and with a little more privacy…

They’d often made use of the water room for dates, and so she didn’t think it was that unusual that she’d suggested a Saturday swim to him. Swimming rarely meant swimming in any strenuous sense of the word as neither of them was very sporty - it more meant a lazy afternoon of splashing around or stretching on sun loungers. Swimming was also a perfectly innocent excuse for her to get her boyfriend to take his shirt off, and for him to see her in something akin to underwear. Jemima had always loved clothes, and underwear shopping was no exception. There were so many fun prints and cute matching sets, of which she now owned a great deal. She looked forward to the day when they were something Owen could enjoy too. She imagined him coming home, up to their bedroom, where she would be waiting to show him what she’d bought…

Of course, this was in the future, where she would also have a perfectly toned stomach and absolutely no self-consciousness about her body. Neither of those things was quite there yet, which meant that she didn’t actually own a bikini at present. She thought that she looked pretty good in her swimsuit though. It was black, with white edging, and with cut outs at the side, both of which served to make her look slimmer, given that people were used to mentally processing the fabric on show as being the width of the person’s body. Jemima was by no means fat, but she had grown up in a house full of beanpoles where she was the only one to be any kind of different shape or size. Francesca and Ingrid were both skinny and long limbed, as were both of the boys, and Ingrid had overtaken her in the height-stakes when she was twelve - something in which Jemima was definitely destined to never catch up. They were all lithe, elegant creatures, with sharp features, whereas she was altogether… rounder. Shorter, with a round race, and not fat, but definitely not athletic either. There was one point where this could be considered an advantage (or probably two from Owen’s point of view, but Jemima didn’t think that having a noticeable butt was a good feature), and that was the fact that she already had more going on in the chest department than Francesca. She had neither the confidence nor permissive enough parents to have opted for a plunging neckline but there was a slight V to it and, frankly, only a certain extent to which one’s shape could be hidden when wearing a skin tight fabric.

She and Owen headed down to MARS, hand in hand. The water room was laid out like an elegant resort, a shining, turquoise pool with wiggling edges awaiting them, sun loungers down one side. Jemima was wearing her swimsuit under a short floral sundress, which she now peeled off, casting it onto one of the sun loungers. She dived into the sparkling water.

“Come join me,” she grinned up at Owen.

OOC - descriptions of relationship stuff approved by Owen’s author.

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Owen Brockert

June 21, 2017 11:28 PM

You don't have to ask me twice by Owen Brockert

Owen was very excited for his date with Jemima. Not that he didn't see her every day and spend time with her everywhere he could. Lingering in the common room every night and taking classes together all day. He never got tired of being around her, ever.

But actual dates, ones meant to be romantic events were extra special to him. Because they could focus on each other and only each other as opposed to during class where they had....school work. Or when she was painting and he was writing. They might have been in the same room but they weren't each other's main focus. Well, in theory anyway. He focused on her as much as he did Cookies and Cream and their buddies and nemesis. His latest story was about Lord Cockroach building a super weather controlling machine out of a volcano in Canada-yes, Owen knew there were no volcanos in Canada, that's why this was fiction-and wreaking havoc. He was probably going to end it with his characters finding a way to make the volcano not be dormant any more and melt the weather machine with lava. Lord Cockroach would escape and live to torment them another day. Because he couldn't get rid of his villain. Lord Cockroach, vile as he was, was pretty much the third most important character in his stories.

Anyway, dates that involved going to MARS and playing in the pool-Owen didn't consider it swimming in the true, super athletic sense, it was basically frolicking around in water and he really liked frolicking with Jemima-were the best ones for two reasons. First of all, he got to his girlfriend in a bathing suit. Secondly, if what happened at the Returning Feast happened again-and he was afraid it might-they could get in the hot tub and turn on the bubbles so he could hide it.

Now Owen watched as Jemima removed her sundress and gave an appreciative smile. He didn't need to be told twice to join her, peeling off his shirt and jumping on in.

OOC-Relationship stuff approved by Jemima's author

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Jemima

July 11, 2017 11:19 PM

And then..? by Jemima

Jemima watched Owen peeling his shirt off, smiling to herself. Once he joined her in the pool though, she lost some of the confidence she'd had in her head when picturing this scene. It was very easy to be cool and sexy in your own head, and considerably harder in real life, where there were consequences such as embarrassment if it went wrong. She knew Owen wouldn't really laugh at her or say anything unkind but she felt a bit unsure what to do or say - should she ask him whether he wanted to make out? That sounded kind of vulgar and gross. Should she just start kissing him? - and, whilst he wouldn't laugh or be mean, what if the whole thing just fell kind of flat?

"It's nice in here," she offered, trying to make a bit of conversation. "Doubly so with you here," she added. She put her arms around Owen's shoulders, rubbing nose to nose with him. Touching made it all feel easier. It was like there was this force that pulled her into him. Once that was turned on, it made a lot of other thought processes switch off, and the only thing registering was that force and how it made her want them to melt together completely.

"I always feel like we have to mind our manners in the common room. But here, it's just us, " she pointed out before leaning in to kiss him. And where they might normally have politely broken off, she continued. She could tell that this was going to be addictive. There more she kissed him, the more she wanted to.

Owen had never had any reason to doubt that Jemima loved him, or that she regarded him as good looking. However, those things weren't exactly the same as desiring someone. Now though, her arms were wrapped round his neck, and every kiss becoming deeper and more passionate.

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Owen

July 18, 2017 7:01 PM

Then we keep doing this! by Owen

"Yes, it is." Owen agreed. He blushed when Jemima said it was doubly so with him there. "And same. Of course having you with me makes any place better, even unpleasant ones such as the hospital wing or Defense. Before we dropped it, I mean." That was what made summer so awful. Midterm too. Owen wasn't with Jemima as much.

He didn't quite understand what she meant by "minding their manners" in the common room. For Owen, it was the most comfortable place in the whole school. He felt he could relax some there, not worry about what was proper like at parties or around Jemima's family or even at meal time. Teppenpaw was like a second family to him.

Then she began to kiss him and Owen understood. He understood, but he no longer cared. Not about minding manners or anything else. Nothing but himself and Jemima and kissing. Kissing that was unlike anything else they'd done before. Kissing he'd imagined them doing when he was alone in bed at night, under the covers.

He imagined them going further too and right now, he had to admit that he really really wanted to just that. But that was not an appropriate thing to do at this moment-they weren't even engaged or betrothed- and in this location. Also, he had no way to prevent babies potentially happening. So he'd have to just be satisfied with kissing.

And he was, he really really was,even with all those other thoughts in his head.

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