<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QLB4q0X.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This dress, (https://i.imgur.com/mjbiyxR.jpg) with these heels (https://i.imgur.com/3b0VDty.jpg) and these braids (https://i.imgur.com/14LB8OF.jpg). But not for much longer!<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Raynor’s Dorm Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting naked.<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Stand Still -- Sabrina Claudio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw0sjXiU4IE)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Continued from here.... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299875.msg14788383#msg14788383)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When Raynor began to close the distance between them it was right then that the realization of just how alone they were finally dawned on Bambi. She couldn’t resist against the shiver that worked its way down the curve of her spine, trapped somewhere at the flat of her back by the time Raynor came to a stop and began to speak. She felt herself wrapping around his finger, bewitched by the deep rumble of his voice and the itch to touch his skin. What started as an impulsive desire was swiftly growing into a craving. Need. She began to pull at her fingers but rather than doing this out of nervousness, it was for the rising ache to have them feel the warmth of his skin.<br/><br/>And then his wand was out and pointed directly at her. Bambi didn’t even flinch, she didn’t even blink, the trust she had in Raynor was unwavering even as he cast his spell. Down fell one strap over her shoulder, then the other, peeling down to reveal smooth skin. The lines of her clavicle, the décolletage, Bambi lifted her arms when needed, aiding the fabric without actually removing it herself, content to allow Raynor to have his fun. She found it daring and thrilling, and by the time it began to slide down her navel and show the upper curve of her hips, she lifted her eyes to meet his.<br/><br/>Something about holding his gaze felt far more intimate than being stripped down with his magic and standing there, half naked. Soon, the dress pooled down around her calves and it was at this point that she lifted one leg to carefully step out of the dress before following it with the other. Bambi was now dressed in nothing more than a pair of nude heels and her silk undergarments, and as shy as she could be she felt perfectly comfortable in her own skin. Even when most of it was on full display. “If you want the rest off,” she heard herself say, “then you’ll have to use those clever hands.” Through some untapped power of bravery and restraint, the blonde closed the remaining space between them.<br/><br/>She pressed her palms flat against his chest and instantly felt them curling into his shirt, inching their way down south to the hem. “Call me old fashioned,” she whispered, voice husky and low with lust. “But this will be my first time.” Where her fingers curled into the hem of his shirt, Bambi soon pulled, wanting to draw him even closer. The heat against her palms wasn’t enough, she needed it to be pressed against every curve of her flesh.<br/><br/>Her hands reached out, soothing up to his shoulders, then out and down those powerful arms until she grabs hold of each wrist. Bambi stepped even closer, as close as they could be at this point, and slowly directed his hands to reach around her chest to the clasp at her back. She was half certain he would be able to feel her heart hammering against his own flesh. “I hear all the time how men apparently struggle with these clasps,” she teased, staring up at him through the thick lace of her eyelashes. “But something tells me you know what you’re doing.”<br/><br/>She left his hands to their own devices, freeing up her own for a different task. The pads of her fingers gently returned to the hem of his shirt, then drifted below it, pressing them against the hard muscles of his stomach. He could feel just the slightest prick from her nails. “So… teach me. Better yet, show me.”<br/>