<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Astrid/Professor Lupin, Arrival Day</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts2-1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Blondes/ts2-1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Astrid Henrietta Bishop<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Lupin's Office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Professor Lupin<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Watching Teddy above her, she manages a small smirk as she sees his eyes flashing colors. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she manages to wonder if he even realizes they do that during sex, but it's not something she is going to ask <em>now</em>! Now she wants exactly what she's getting, him losing control and fucking as hard and eagerly as he can. On his shoulders, her heels dig in slightly, using him for leverage to raise her hips, giving just that extra bit of room to dig deeper into her gripping channel while her hands continue to grip his desk, her nails almost trying to dig in and score the wood of it she's holding it so tightly!<br/><br/>Feeling him shifting she watches him closely, her legs shifting to wrap around his waist when he lifts them off his shoulders, her own silent, but definite, way of saying she's not letting him go anywhere! Letting him lift her petite frame she nearly marvels at how easily he pulls her to him, how easily he supports her, before her arms wrap around his shoulders, her entire body seeming to cling to him, and the slick passage clenching on him once more, drawing on him, as if her body itself is trying to draw him deeper into her! <br/><br/>With his teeth and lips on her neck, a low growling fills her own throat and her fingers slide into his hair, clutching him tightly to her, while tipping her head, baring more of her throat to those snapping teeth!<br/></div></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts2-1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Blondes/ts2-1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Astrid Henrietta Bishop<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Philosophy of Sex<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Professor Lupin, Inali, Sutseena, Quen, Albus, Ravenna<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Listening to the others give their introductions, Astrid lets a slight smile curve her lips. They all seem rather interesting and she finds herself looking forward to learning more about them, and what they think as the class progresses through the term. The Americans in particular she finds intriguing. They are so different from anyone she has seen or met before, she can't help wondering how their culture and views will differ from the rest of those in the room.<br/><br/>When her own turn comes she stands and flashes a fresh smile around the room, trying not to let her gaze linger<em>too</em>obviously on Teddy, though she as no doubt he'll see the flash of amusement in her gaze, meant for him. "I'm Astrid Bishop, a second year taking a lot of different classes to help me figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Right now my thoughts are leaning toward something medicinal, but I'm open to new ideas which is part of why I'm taking this class," she added, her gaze shifting toward Teddy when she mentions new ideas and a small smirk curving her lips as she settles back into her seat to see where he will guide the class next.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/f9fe5328-dfec-48c4-9ebd-efcbba03efc1_zps882dd06b.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/f9fe5328-dfec-48c4-9ebd-efcbba03efc1_zps882dd06b.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Athena Stargazer-Smith<br/><strong>Position:</strong>PhD Student/Beginning Divination Professor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Amsterdam Restaurant<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rome<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes28-1.jpg (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes28-1.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>With a wicked grin curving her lips, Athena waits until the waiter is gone before snapping her own teeth playfully at Rome and shifting her body once more; letting her hips roll, she actually turns so that her legs drape across his lap, her body facing him, the round curve of her bottom pressing against his thigh while still letting his arm wrap around her body. Reaching up she touches his face gently, her fingertips light as feathers as she traces the outline of his face; his forehead, cheekbones, gently across his eyelids, down the line of his nose, across his lips, before they end up teasing the hair at the base of his neck in soft, little caresses.<br/><br/>At his comment however a soft laugh bursts past her lips and her hand slides higher, tipping his head just slightly, her own forehead pressing to his, lips less than an inch from his, her voice a wash of warm air against those lips, To satisfy<em>that</em>hunger, my body needs sustenance, so tell me what the kitchen does well, or I'm moving across this bench to where you can't reach me so that you can think more clearly," she threatens with a laugh in a voice as smooth as silk and with just the slightest of tremors in it.<br/><br/>He just might win this little game of theirs after all if she couldn't do better than this!<br/><br/>