“You want permission...to touch my breasts…?” Nilsa asked, the words a teasing whisper and a seductive purr, all rolled into one. “Hm, let me think…” Her lips curved into a lovely, mischievous smile...which brought out the bright, electric vibrancy of her eyes, not to mention the golden waves of hair catching what light there is. A fingertip lifted...slowly, teasingly… going around one hard nipple, right in front of his spellbound eyes. “You know what…? I am not only going to give you permission to touch my breasts… I am going to give you permission… to do whatever you please. I want to see the beast lurking underneath your skin… I want...all your inhibitions...to disappear…” The last word whispered into his ear, followed by her tongue going along his neck in a quick, yet lazy, swipe… Nilsa pulled back to read his expression… to see what sort of reaction awaited her. Normally she is the one in control...however, it would be refreshing to see what this man is capable of, to see… how he’ll take control of the situation.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Kristopher couldn’t help the savage growl that rumbled deep in the back of his throat, and hissed past his fangs. “You are certainly...not making it easy to walk away, Miss Lyz…” The tip of his tongue slipped past his lips, and lapped at her throat… licking up the last drops of blood lingering there. “You taste like...the sweetest of ambrosia…” he groaned, a pulse of pure, undiluted need throbbing within his veins. “I have never...tasted anything so delicious…” His firm, muscular body came to press against hers… every hard plane meeting the girl’s softer curves. Another growl, lower in volume this time, painted the air. “I mean it…” he finally managed to say, albeit roughly. “You need to walk away...before I really do bite you again, and drink your blood…”<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Synclair whirled around, almost tripping over himself meanwhile. Numerous strands of dark brown fell into those magnificent blue eyes...which were swirling with confusion and shock. “M-Miss… Miss Katya? What are you-?” Realization struck, and his jaw fell open. “I cannot… I cannot believe I did not recognize your falcon form…” A hand running through his hair, only forcing a couple strands to stick up in the back, his expression was sheepish. The other hand nudged the hem of his shirt, and realizing it was halfway up his chest, quickly pulled it back down. “I must seem like a fool…” More than a little mortified, and perhaps a touch embarrassed, he cast his gaze about...searching for something to say.<br/><br/>Finally, Synclair did...yet whenever he lifted his eyes, he was struck...not by realization, but just struck speechless. Miss Katya's black robes had been discarded sometime in the transition between falcon and woman... and underneath was a light dress. It brought out the teacher's curves rather nicely... a fact he couldn't deny, no matter how much he thought it inappropriate of him to think so. His dark blue eyes, twin pools of molten midnight, slowly traveled down the length of her body... noticing little things he never have before. A hard lump forming in his throat, he quickly turned away, and lifted the lid of the pot. Steam hit him in the face...clearing away the thoughts he was having, and making his body forget its reaction. "I-I'm happy you think it smells good..." he finally spoke up.<br/><br/>"I must admit... I am not much of a cook. I dabble here and there, but for the most part... I eat in the castle." Synclair lifted the spoon's handle, slowly stirring the contents within the pot. "I just hope the stew is up to your expectations... I mean, it smells wonderful...but hopefully, it tastes wonderful as well." Feeling another wave of embarrassment wash over him, he let out a sigh, the spoon coming to a standstill, it resting lightly against his palm. "Miss Katya... I must apologize, I did not realize that the falcon I was speaking to was in fact you in Animagus Form..."<br/><br/><i>Did I say anything...demeaning, or did anything untoward?</i>Synclair thought about it for a long moment, only for his eyes to widen fractionally.<i>I changed out of my robes!</i>Most men would think nothing about it, seeing as how in his case, only his shirt was removed...however, he respected Miss Katya, and did not want anything to hinder their relationship. His eyes lifted to meet hers...and with nerves building inside his stomach, he moved closer. There was fire crackling within the fireplace, yet there was another kind of heat building within the small hut... one that could not be easily explained. "I...I changed in front of you..." he finally murmured. "I didn't... offend you...did I...?"<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>"Who, me?" Holiday blinked up at him with big, innocent green eyes...the light bringing out the golden specks hiding within the depths. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Professor... I wasn't planning on doing anything at all with Nebula Hypnotica... and I especially wasn't considering the possibility of using that potion during exams..." Her lips curving into a mischievous smile, it was made rather obvious that while her bravery and selflessness landed her in the House of Gryffindor... her mind was just about parallel to that of a Slytherin, clever and witty, and always trying to get into trouble. Innocent act melting away, she felt another...jolt of electricity throb through her body at his touch, and watched while his potion book began to float through the air, hovering next to the table at which they will begin working.<br/><br/>In a tank top and shorts, more skin than what was appropriate for the public eye was exposed...and yet, when Holiday leaned forward in order to read what ingredients will be required... the fabric tightened, straining across curves and breasts alike, struggling not to reveal anything else. Her breasts may not be the biggest, or anywhere close, for that matter...but their firm, perky quality definitely drew the eye. "The Attraction Potion it is. Would you like to make a dose with me?" Holiday asked, glancing back at him over her shoulder, fiery red falling against her cheeks. Her lips were just slightly parted...the flesh a soft, rosy pink, almost sinfully so. "You don't have to, if you don't want to...though, I'd like it if you joined me."