<div align="center">(http://i933.photobucket.com/albums/ad179/sprinkletinkle/14b35ec7-2444-4b66-bb4a-98fa5657ee85.jpg)<br/><strong>Svetalana Alexeyev</strong><br/>;; Rome<br/>;; Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower</div><br/><br/>Svetlana threw her head back and laughed wickedly. If only he knew just the hold she had on him. It was fun, he was delicious and she hadn't had these physical urges in a<em>long, long</em>time. She clenched her teeth and sucked air sharply into a gap between her lips as she felt him grind his pelvis against her. Now they had gotten each other off track with their dangerous little liaison. At his comment, she made a mock expression as though she'd been admonished. "Me?<em>Students</em>like me, Lord? Oh but I only live to<em>serve</em>you," she said, too sweetly.<br/><br/>Lifting her hands from the desk, the brunette wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body against his. All amusement soon fled in the path of a creeping lust that was ignited as soon as she felt his growing erection against the seam of her jeans. Liquid warmth spread its inky course from her loins up into the pit of her belly and onward. She knew he had been the only one to illicit such passion in her body for an age and though it hadn't been the first time to happen, it was still simply a marvel to her that he was able to do it.<br/><br/>As she felt his hand grab her ass, she watched him through her half opened eyes, letting him press their hips together firmly. Desire surged through her and she hissed again through her clenched teeth. She leaned forward and planted a moist kiss against the corner of his mouth. "And so you have me here now, what<em>are</em>you going to do with me?" she whispered. He could feel her hands slithering down his back and slide beneath the rim of his pants. Gripping the tail of his shirt, she tugged it up in one sharp yank. Her hands slipped along the hem of the shirt until she had it all pulled out. Then, just to irritate him, she began to pull the front of his shirt from both sides, starting at the bottom, and each button began to pop free, clicking as they landed on the floor or on the desk.