Constant Cravings | PG-13

Tre wandered into the Great Hall, more annoyed than not. After what had happened earlier in the Hidden Passage with Ash and Ksenia... he was ready to just burst.

He couldn't take much more of this.

Slipping into the bench, he reached for his dinner, only to have it disappear. He growled in frustration, but pulled a bowl of ice cream toward him, relishing in the coldness as it slid down his throat. He'd missed the cold. He was just feeling so... so... hot lately. It was taxing on his strength.

He stuck the spoon in his mouth again, a low moan escaping from his throat as he tasted it.

God, he loved ice-cream.

Ash sighed as she trailed behind Tre into the Great Hall, less than hungry... for food anyways. She ran a hand through her hair as she slipped into the seat beside the boy, not even noticing as the food changed from dinner to dessert.

She wasn't so sure if chosing the seat so close to him, had been a good idea. Not if she wanted too..

The girl fidgeted slightly. Tapping on the table, crossing her legs, and then changing her mind and uncrossing them, only to change her mind again and cross them the other way. Her fingers continued to tap becoming an incesnt little drone - thump, thump, thump - as she got her own food, playing with the spoon, turning the ice cream into liquid mush as she became increasingly more aware of everything the boy was doing. Even as she was sure he was unaware.

It was the moan that did it. Her breath caught for a moment and she bit her lip. After a moment of calming herself, a slow smirk grew on her face and she slid her leg over under the table, so it was just barely touching Tre's. Not much... but that was okay, for now. She just wanted attention.

Slowly she picked up her spoon, sticking it in her mouth, before slowly pulling it back out again, and noticing that the melted bit had started to dribble down the handle. Eyes flashing she pulled the utensil back to her, licking it off.

"I just love ice cream, don't you Angel?"

Tre glanced sideways at the girl, watching with a quickly drying mouth as she...

Looking away from her, he nodded, not trusting his voice. He stuck a quick few spoonfuls in his mouth, swallowing them to hide the gulp he took.

"Ice Cream's the best." He said softly, not trusting his voice to become louder.

Her smirk grew as she watched him avoid looking at her, stuffing food in his mouth. She bit her lip as watched him, thinking of other places she'd...

Ashleen continued to slowly eat her dessert, taking great care that everytime she brought the slowly melting ice cream to her mouth that she got every bit off the spoon, being quiet exagerate about the whole thing.

Under the table she pushed her leg closer to his, kicking off her flats, and running her foot gentle along the side of his leg.

"Oh I don't know if I'd call it the best," she cooed, spinning the spoon in her mouth still although she knew perfectly well there was no food left on it, "I can think of ... other things I like better. Can't you?"

Tre kept his eyes trained safely on the contents of his ice-cream bowl. There was nothing in there but cool sweet escape, contrary to the girl next to him, who was offering him escape from...

He spooned another bit of ice cream into his mouth, trying to remind himself to keep cool. That almost literally went out the window when he felt her, a light flush gracing his normally pale face. Her voice was like a pull, but he couldn't... couldn't...

He shook his head, the pace at which he was eating speeding up the smallest bit, just to keep his mouth occupied lest he do something stupid... like... like...

He closed his eyes for the briefest of moments, clenching his jaw to try and draw his focus inward. He was... overreacting. A lot.

Ash smirked at his silence, watching his cheeks change from pale to red.

"What? Angel with nothing to say," she cooed, tapping her spoon against her half empty bowl as her foot continued to play under the table. "I think that has to be the first."

Eyes glancing around the table, she licked her spoon thoughtfully. Her face lit up when she caught the juice pitcher just to Tre's left... the angles were just so that if she were to...

"You know what, I think I'm thirsty; Angel do you think you'd mind... you know, you've worked so hard today," she smirked getting up slightly and leaning across the table so she had to brush against the boy, "I'll get it myself."

Ashleen was percise in her movements, sliding back in places slowly so that she had to rub right across Tre, the last thing to touch him was a tickling brush of her long hair, before sitting back down.

Tre gulped, freezing as she moved against him. She was... was... doing this on purpose wasn't she?! His eyes followed her as she sat back down, his jaw clenching. He leaned over to her, and whispered in her ear, his voice rough. "That's not the only thing you'll get."

He leaned away from her, slowly licking the ice cream off his spoon, meeting his eyes as he did so, his darkening by the second. This was bad. Such a bad idea.

A shiver ran down the girl's spine as he leaned forward, whispering in her ear. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, even as a smirk tugged at her. God did she love the... implications in his voice.

Leaning over, her eyes dancing as she watched him. Leaning over she stole his spoon from him, and stuck it in her own mouth, her own having been abandoned in the face of getting the juice.

"You promise," she raised her eye brows, smirking as she waved the spoon in the air, her foot still running under that table.

Tre smirked as he felt her shiver, but did nothing more than attempt to take another bite of ice cream only to have his spoon end up in a mouth that wasn't his... not officially, anyway. But he had the strongest urge to just lean over and claim...

He looked away from her, shrugging. "No promises." She could have the spoon. He dipped his fingers into the smooth surface of the ice cream before sticking them into his mouth, sucking the melted dessert right off his fingers before letting his tongue flick out to clean off his hand. "Mmm..." He hummed, moving his feet to encompass hers, stopping all of her distracting little movements. "Delicious..."

Ashleen watched her breath catching for a moment as she watched him play with the ice cream. She watched it drip off his fingers for a moment. Having to restrain herself from just leaning over and...

She shook her head, and let her hand drift below the table, until it was resting on the boys thigh. A smirk crossed her features as she began to softly rub the spot with her thumb.

"I can think of some other things... that are... delicious."

Tre accidentally bit the fingers in his mouth, all of his focus going to the hand on his thigh, though his eyes stayed forward. His head went forward and he looked down at the ice cream bowl, dipping his hand into the ice cream once more before slowly licking it off his fingers once more.

His breath hitched slightly as her fingers began to move, secretly relieved that the whole hand wasn't moving at all, not that he could really focus on that much. He shivered slightly, taking his other hand, the one closest to her and wrapping it around her waist. He rested the hand on her hip, just above the hem of her skirt, his thumb rubbing small section of skin he found there as he ducked his hand underneath her shirt.

Ash bit back the sound in the back of her throat, managing to keep it to a faint squeak as his fingers found her skin just below her shirt.

Watching his with the ice cream, she shook, moving slightly unintentionally on his leg drifting closer...

Smirking slightly at her mistake she did it again.

Tre's motions became more deliberate, but still feather light, barely touching her as he swirled his fingers along her skin.

His touch became more substantial as she moved, however, the sound she made almost making him chew off his own fingers. He was starting to think that keeping his fingers in his mouth would be hazardous to his health. He smirked over at her, leaning over and taking the spoon from her hand, his eyes flashing to hers. They were darker by far, but not the darkest they'd ever been around her... and certainly not as dark as they'd been earlier... but they were still dark.

He grinned around the spoon, leaning away from her and dipping it into his ice cream. He nearly bit the edge of the spoon off as her hand moved again. He slowly pulled it out of his mouth, licking the spoon once more before glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

She swallowed as his touch presisted, her pulse quickening at each and every stroke movement. If just his barest touch could do this then...

Ash met his gaze evenly, her blue eyes clear and shining with emotions met his quickly darkening gold ones. She watched him with the spoon, moving her hand, tightening her grip just so slightly, as she reached over, and stcuk her finger into his ice cream.

She held it in front of him for a long moment, watching it drip for a long moment, almost taunting him to take it from her, to...

"You don't mind... do you?"

Tre leaned forward again, his touch sliding upward slightly as her hand moved again. "Not at all." He said, amazed by the smoothness of his voice. He quickly latched his mouth onto her fingers, sucking slightly, while bringing his head up, leaving her fingers clean. "But that..." He leaned closer to her, his fingers still drawing their patterns, varying from pressing to barely there on his own whims, consistency completely nonexistent.

His breath brushed her ear as he whispered his next words into her ear. "Belongs to me."

His touch was making her feel more alive, more intune to every little movement either of them made, and less aware of anything else in the room. She was quite sure it could exploide at this moment and Ashleen wouldn't notice a thing.

She swallowed hard as he took her bait... sucking the ice cream off her finger; she had to fight off the moan growing in the back of her throat.

"Would that," she spoke just as softly as him, after giving herself a moment to calm down. On the word 'that' her hand spiked up his leg again, almost violently, carelessly almost grazing... "Be the icecream, or...."

She worked her way back down his leg as she continued to speak, this time taking great pains to move slowly. Leaning over to his ear she returned the favour.

"the finger?"

Tre bit back a groan, his focus going from her to her little minx of a hand. Leaning even closer to her, he dropped his spoon into his ice cream, letting his other hand slip beneath the table also. He rested it on her thigh, letting the growl loose on his mouth was safely near her ear again. Loving the fact that she was wearing s skirt, he traced pattens just as lightly on her bare inner thigh, his breath warm on her ear.

"I think." He grumbled, the sound coming deep from within his chest. "I meant more than just your finger." His voice was dark, low, and more than a little possessive. He shivered, making sure she felt it. "Because your entire body belongs to me." His voice was breathy, and his fingered trailed their swirls higher and higher up her thigh.

Then he was away from her, standing, brushing off his shirt and slurping down the last of his ice cream. "Good Night, Wings." He said, playing with a loose stand on his tshirt. "Have a nice sleep, eh?" With a mischevious wink, he was gone, to the Slushatel Common Room.

Ashleen straightened suddenly, her hand that was on his leg tightening its grip as she felt his fingers touch her bare skin, sensitive bare skin.

Swallowing hard, she bit her lip to keep herself in check, but a slight noise from the back of her throat - faint, but still distinct - was autable to anyone who was say right besides her.

God how she loved that shiver, how her whole body ached at the way he said mine. She reached down for his hand - the hand not really sure what she was going to do when she got it, which way she was going to pull it, but that decision never mattered for as soon as she had started it, and Tre were gone.

Swallowing again she whirled around to stare at him, at his retreating form, her eyes flashing slightly, but refusing to say anything. She sat at the table a long time time, willing herself to calm down before she finally ran a hand through her hair, smoothed her skirt and allowed herself to get up.

"Well played Angel," she muttered to herself. "Well played."