.Sleepless Nights.

[Lyra Morgan]

Waking up for what seemed like the tenth time that night, Lyra sighed. She'd never get to sleep. As she looked around the room, she stood up and grabbed her wand. Sneaking silently to her trunk, she grabbed her tight black jeans and pulled them on over her knickers. She turned and walked out of the room, not bothering to cover up her dark green tank top with a cloak like she should have done. No one was awake, why hide the scars and bruises. Though she didn't realize that they were visible and her charms wore off. Looking around the common room, it seemed empty and she walked out of the room. Seeing as she was a prefect, she didn't really need a reason for being out of bed at nearly four o'clock in the morning. Though, truth be told, none of the professors were ever out this late.

Darting out onto the grounds, it was still dark out. She loved the dark, most of the reason why she loved the Forbidden Forest so much. She ran, not able to resist the calling of the forest any longer. Only now, as she ran across the lawns, did she realize that she wasn't wearing shoes. She shrugged it off and ran faster into the forest. Finally stopping at a small clearing several yards into it. She smiled, finally enjoying the silence.

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[Romeo Davis {Inactive}]

The night was quite, only the faint whisper of the trees could be heard as the wind blew the limbs this way and that. Romeo was sitting on the highest branch of a young oak tree, letting his feet dangle in midair. It was nearly four in the mourning, and most people were still in bed having a blissful night sleep. All but him he supposed. He had been up there for several hours, ever since he figured out that he wasn't going to get any sleep up in his dorm.

It was hard for him to sleep nowadays. The dreams, the dreams were unbearable now that he was dreaming of two women instead of just one. One was a Gryffindor that he had loved since he was twelve, the other was a young slytherin that he knew back when he was a kid. What should he do? He didn't really want to hurt either one of them. But it seemed like he was going to have to.

He let out a long sigh, and leaned his back up against the body of the tree, his plain white t-shirt rising up ever so slightly by the rough bark to reveal an extensive amount of navel hair. Only then, did he realize that he wasn't alone.

[Lyra Morgan]

"Stupid, stupid dreams," she muttered, rubbing her eyes, winces slightly as the back of her hand brushed across the bruise on her cheek. Mentally groaning, she cursed herself for not recasting her concealment charms. She sighed in annoyance. Nothing seemed to be going right these days. Though, Lyra often argued that nothing ever went right. Her hand went up to the locket she got for her birthday last Halloween. She still didn't know who gave it to her and she really wanted to know. Running her hand through her hair, she noticed that all of her concealment charms wore off. A purple bruise went around her wrist. She sighed, not really noticing she wasn't alone.

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[Romeo Davis {Inactive}]

Romeo laughed silently to himself as his intruder just stood down there, completely unaware that she was being watched. Reaching up above his head, he broke off a small piece of bark and threw it right at her head. But it wasn't until after he threw it that he realized that it was Lyra. "Shit.." He muttered, nearly slipping off the edge in his haste to try and hide himself from her.

[Lyra Morgan]

"Fuck!" she exclaimed, startled as her eyes snapped up to the tree. She smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Get down here," she commented, now really conscious of the scars, cuts, and bruises down her arm. She snapped her eyes back up. "Second thought," she said in a rush. "Stay up there." He may have known her secrets, but she didn't want him to see her secrets. That was something completely different. Something she wasn't sure she was ready for yet.

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[Romeo Davis {Inactive}]

Romeo smirked and stood up on the branch, as he stared down at her small beaten form. "As you wish m'lady.." He murmured, jumping down a twenty foot drop and landing upon his feet only inches away from her body. He then loomed over, his cold eyes boring into her own. "Going to punish me for being an ass?" He asked somewhat cockily.

[Lyra Morgan]

Lyra blinked, pearing like he didn't phase her in the least bit. She smirked. "No," she answered. "That might your ego, what with me punishing you." If he thought she was a slut before, she'd show him what she considered a slut. Her finger were still fumbling with the locket. Wincing slightly as the chain was pulled against another bruise on her neck. She glared at the ground. How could she have forgotten to do her charms?

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[Romeo Davis {Inactive}]

Romeo snorted and shook his head as if dismissing her words. She could never come up with a good enough come back for him. It just wouldn't be possible. Reaching up, he let one of his fingers trace a particularly large bruise upon her neck before letting his arm slip to hang over her shoulder. "I think I can handle it..you know.."

[Lyra Morgan]

Lyra winced slightly, closing her eyes for a moment as contact with the bruise was made. She opened her eyes and continued on as though nothing had happened. "I don't think so," she said, quietly. She leaned forward, her breath clashing against his neck. "No one can handle it," she whispered in his ear. Letting her fingers trace down his arm, she made a quiet purring noise, resembling a cat. "No one can handle me, baby." She stood up slightly straighter and looked deep into his eyes, a slight seduction gleam in her eyes.

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[Romeo Davis {Inactive}]

Romeo gulped as she began to let her hands roam up and down his arms, causing a slight shiver to run down his spine. She was seducing him, he could feel it. But he couldn't quite get away from her grasp, it was like his body wanted it but his mind didn't. She had had this effect on him before. All the way to the point that he had gotten her topless and then backed out again. He just had too much pride in himself before to give away the one thing that he had any control over. But that was all so suddenly slipping away. "Huh?" He squeaked in a rather high girlish pitch.

[Lyra Morgan]

Lyra made a soft noise. She leaned closer to him so her breath hit his neck."Why do you keep fighting this? Me? I can see it in your eyes, you know," she replied, quietly in his ear, her pointer finger tracing back up his arm, across his shoulder then down his chest. Back up. But there was one thing that confused her. Why wasn't this a game to her, like it had always been? Why was it suddenly about being with him? Lyra Morgan was not one to get tied down, but she found over the last few days that she couldn't get away from her old ways fast enough. Damn, he had a hold on her.

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[Romeo Davis {Inactive}]

"I'm not fighting it..I just don't want it.." Romeo whispered. He was telling the truth but his teenage body was decieving him and he couldn't find it in his heart to move. He didn't want to be with her, he had his heart set on another girl, a Gryffindor girl. But the closeness was too overwhelming. "I don't want it.." He repeated, even as he inched closer so that he was mere centimeters from her.

[Lyra Morgan]

"You're lying," she whispered. Lyra stopped most of her light teasings. Please, just tell me you're lying, she thought. Even if it's true, just tell me you're lying. She would have started begging him to tell her that, but she had more pride than that. Getting a hold of herself, she lightly traced her finger over his chest. She smiled sweetly. Though she couldn't get it out of her head how much she wanted him.

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[Romeo Davis {Inactive}]

"I hate you..god I hate you.." Romeo murmured, pressing his body flush against hers and pressing their lips together. It was just a kiss. Nothing too harmful right? They had done this together before. She had even be his first. His fingers tangled into the hair on the back of her head, and for a moment he forgot that they were in the middle of the Dark Forrest in the middle of the night. "God I hate you.." He whimpered.

[Lyra Morgan]

Lyra smirked into the kiss before breaking it. She kissed him again. This one wasn't as innocent as the first one was. If this is your idea of hate, then I hate you very, very, much, she thought. "Hate you, too," she said, before kissing him hard on the lips. Had this been anyone else, they both would have been shagging by now. But this was different. This was him.

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