<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Cece_Huff_11.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>This outfit (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/pretty-little-liars/images/b/b6/Lucy-Hale--Hollister-Clothing-2014--03.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150813122839&path-prefix=fr) with these heels (https://www.fsjshoes.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/600x600/602f0fa2c1f0d1ba5e241f914e856ff9/n/j/nj080116.jpg) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff | First<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Clocktower Courtyard - fountain<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Material girl living in a material world<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>How to Love - Cash Cash ft. Sofia Reyes (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peByeoQhjMM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Preston<br/><hr/><br/>The revelation from Preston that she was, in fact, partially to blame for his egregious behavior, made Cece gasp in rather an exaggerated way. Still, the edges of her lips perked, unable to completely conceal her amusement in the situation. The grin that he wore on his face was undeniable and likely much to his satisfaction, pretty infectious as well.<br/><br/>“Really?” She questioned with a quirk of her brows, resisting the urge to step closer and tease him a little more. The reality that she may have been asking for more than she could handle, or perhaps playing with a flame that was too hot to bear, was starting to sink in. She shook her head at his follow up remark that she should be more careful about what she wished for.<br/><br/>Honestly, it was like he had taken the thought right from her very head!<br/><br/>Preston drew nearer with just his face, his voice dropping to a whisper that she didn’t know she longed to hear more of, in much more intimate settings. Not that he needed to - or even should - know that, however. His words were such a tempting piece of fruit though, that Cece wondered how she would ever suppress the craving to reach out, grab it, and take a big bite. She bit at her lower lip, hoping to quell herself.<br/><br/>His hand folded against hers, fingers lacing between hers as his words hung in the heated air between them. Even if his words were meant to be nothing more than a sexy enigma to keep her on her toes, Cece adored the promise that whatever she asked for, he would deliver to her. Who could ask for anything more? And what better quality was there than that for a future husband?<br/><br/>She was positively glowing, and then he mentioned pregnancy. Cece frowned, but was thankful that they were on the same page - no immediate offspring in their future. Though he planned on getting plenty of practice in. It took a moment for the meaning to really hit her, and then she reached over and hit<em>him</em>with an open palm against his chest. “Preston!” Her voice whined his name, then her tongue clicked at him in disapproval. “So naughty!”<br/><br/>But that thought did cause her to think about their first time and about practicing in general. When Preston spoke about Aaric Balor, the upperclassmen hosting the bonfire party they were no doubt late for by then, she tugged their joined hands around the back of her waist and rested them against her hip, bringing her side to wedge against his. “Honestly? Not much. He’s a pureblood who comes from quite a bit of money. I think he’s Irish?” She questioned.<br/><br/>“But, I’d rather go back to talking about practicing.” She led him a little further on, to the very edge of the courtyard where the walls were built to keep the fountain properly contained. She stopped just before the exit to the courtyard however, leaning closer to Preston, her free hand grasping a bit of his sweater and tugging him down so that she could whisper in his ear. “Did you mean it when you said that anything I ask for, you would feel compelled to give to me?” It was just too tempting to pass up. And just like that, she had taken a bite of that succulent fruit.