<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Grace_Gryff_5.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998471#msg13998471)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Front (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQlaBzuAdt5lq8QWdV_PFjL6lQu_W4Z_l07_6rPMzIQe707WIZa) and Back (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2071/2367/products/HTB1Gt2DSpXXXXbEaXXXq6xXFXXXP_large_4d9db588-c1a7-4e78-bf8a-8aa4ebf5cd9f_1024x1024.jpg?v=1501788242)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Vine | Fairy Wing | 9 ½ inches | Unyielding<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor | Second<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Nighttime<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gryffindor Common Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Unicorns don't need sleep<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Yuna - Lullabies (Remix) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsGiBwK4Ycc)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Corey | Closed<br/><hr/><br/>It started out as a tiny seed in Grace’s mind, but its ability to take root and grow was probable. That small, planted seed informed her of another layer of truth about their agreement that she had overlooked. If none of this was supposed to be a massive deal, perhaps that meant it wasn’t a big deal for Corey to do this with others. Perhaps it meant doing any of this with Grace wasn’t significant - like her place in all of it was replaceable.<br/><br/>With no ability to truly focus on those thoughts, Grace instead returned her attention to the new position she’d taken upon Corey’s lap. There was no denying that he was aroused by something, considering that very overt bulge trying to dig into her as she straddled him. After it grazed against her, she had to press herself more fervently against it, she had to feel even more of its rigid, unyielding hardness teasing below her.<br/><br/>When Corey responded to her query about whether or not he wished to stop, his firm shake made her giggle gently, a wave of relief spreading over her. “Then don’t,” she whispered back, trying to keep her voice sounding as nonchalant as possible. Her back dipped as Corey lowered her zipper even further, making her grow blisteringly hot as the air was stolen from her lungs while she gaped and gasped all at once.<br/><br/>His knuckles and digits brushed along her damp, hairless folds, making her hiss in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. Her swimming head tilted down to regard him as he tugged his robe open, watching with bated breath as his arousal almost angrily and intimidatingly accused her of doing this to him, by pointing straight at her. He tugged her closer then, their centers clashing to grind together and against each other.<br/><br/>Grace leaned over him, her hands at the back of his head and neck as she started to drag her hips along his, rolling them and setting up a dry humping pattern that got her completely soaking wet in no time. She released a shaky exhale, biting at her lower lip before a stifled whimper escaped. “Oooh, Corey… This feels so amazing,” she admitted, breathily.<br/><br/>Though, in all fairness, it immediately launched her into the thought process of wondering just how wonderful even more might feel. “What else do you want?” She pondered aloud, not really knowing where to go from dry humping. Not that she had a whole lot of experience to work with.<br/><br/>Her hands worked to get the robe off of him completely, pulling it down his arms and discarding it to the opposite end of the couch, then leaning in again, she claimed his neck with her lips, nipping and suckling with her teeth and tongue while he would have to think of a reply.