<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Preston_Huff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Could be chilly - with black sneakers (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff. -  First year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Hufflepuff Common Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Oh my~<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Cecilia<br/><hr/>Preston was actually, and surprisingly, well aware of where Cece’s aversion (or at least healthy caution) as to having sex was coming from.  While they were perhaps a bit more carefree, and certainly more than a little scandalous than the average, Preston’s family was every bit as pureblood as any you could find at Hogwarts.  Thus they had carefully, or at least thoroughly, instilled in him that one must NOT get a girl pregnant before she was married.  Especially not a pureblood girl, and most importantly one whose family you were joining with.<br/><br/>Preston had alway found this to be completely ironic, because the moment one WAS actually married to said pureblood girl, it was expected that they would start making babies pronto.  Granted, this was a tradition that had carried over from another time.  Much like now, Wizards were scarce in relation to Muggles, and it was a dangerous world out there.  For one to carry on the family name, and there was little that carried such importance as that among the pureblood families, it was safest to have a few extra heirs around in case one met a bad end.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, as true as all of this was, it had no bearing on the fact that young Preston wanted to get into some very compromising positions with the lovely Cece, and as soon as was possible.  Still, as he leaned back and watched her digest his words, he had to admit she was rather cute when she was being vexing, and perhaps it WAS best not to rush into anything.  Not that he’d be telling her that.  “Smooth?  Me?  Surely not!  Can’t a man compliment his lovely bride-to-be without having some sort of ulterior motive in mind?” He asked, his arms lightly caressing hers over her soft sweater.<br/><br/>Ignoring the bit about nothing happening soon, he still had his hopes after all, Preston was just starting to think about what Cece had said, a plan forming in his mind already.  “Hmmm.  Perfume or jewelry.  I think I can….ulp!” Before he even got close to that sentence, Cece pulled him in for another toe curling kiss, and Preston was just starting to understand the game.  Perhaps, it was all a lovely bit of cat and mouse, and while he did not expect that Cece was lying when she said nothing would be happening soon, that didn’t mean he couldn’t leave her thinking about it.<br/><br/>Returning the soft mewls she let play against his lips was a low groan of his own, Preston let his hand dip lower, scooping Cece up by the small of her back once more, pulling her svelte and curvy form against his quite firmly.   At the same time, Preston’s ever so warm other palm slowly danced up the long column of her neck, stopping only once it reached the back of Cece’s head, where it could bury into her hair, tilting her head back and deepening the kiss greatly.  Letting the kiss linger long past when he should have taken a breath, Preston finally broke away, but only so far as he was staring into Cece’s deep eyes from an inch away.<br/><br/>“You are truly an amazing kisser, Cece…” He whispered.  Compliments and firm kisses.  That was his plan, in a nutshell.<br/>