Whatever Happened to Saturday Night

Juliette was impressed. For someone who had at first seemed so clueless, the way his body was pressing against hers, the way he moved, it was as if he'd done this a million times before. She pressed herself further into him, the feeling of his bare skin against hers lighting her nerves up like fire.

She let out a tiny squeak as she suddenly found herself underneath him, but she arched her back, continuing to push herself against him, nipping softly at his throat. As his hands wound their way underneath and into her jeans, her breathing hitched, and she moaned again, lying back, her hair splayed out underneath her.

She stared up at him for a moment, her green eyes full of lust before her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

The moan only seemed to encourage him. Seeing no need to linger, Kyrie quickly did away with the denim adding them to the pile on the floor. This becoming the messiest the floor of the room had been of late.

He responded to her with ease. His body practically quivering with anticipation, lust, desire.

There was still one thing holding him back. Some part of his mind that was still...

"You sparkle brighter than the sun," he murmured breath hot against her skin.

Just as quickly, his pants were gone. Her fingers caressing every inch of skin that they could reach, Juliette's legs wrapped around the man's waist.

Her skin flushing red underneath his lips, she shivered, only pausing the kisses against his skin at the sound of his voice. Blinking up at him, her lips slowly quirked into a smile. She'd almost forgotten about the sparkling until he'd brought it up again.

"Well," she hummed, "I guess I can thank you by sparkling more." With a grin, she'd flipped them over, now back on top and kissing him again.

Emotions burned and fizzled in him until the boiled down to one pure force he could understand. The desire, the need. There was no room for thinking, plotting, planning, all the things that muddled up the rest of everyday life.

This was simple, this was pure - a all consuming force that just pounded in the back of ones head - more, more, more - he had to have more.

There was simply no stopping it, or questioning it.

The only solution left was to feed the desire - follow the force.

Take what you want.

And take she did.

The rest of their clothes disappeared until it was only bare skin against bare skin. Nothing more than just the two of them, pressed together, intertwined in almost a dance.

And even if Juliette hardly knew him, it was almost comforting to find herself in his arms.

Oh look, a pretty little timeskip.

But I don't know what else to write so there.

Having absentmindedly distangled himself from the bed, only some remote mimickry of modesty in his brain reminding himself to throw something on his legs, Kyrie, a soft frown on his face, had moved towards one of the walls, his eyes focused on something else.

Although part of the brain was still upon the girl behind him - in fact she was what had driven this sudden act - he appeared to have no intellegence of anyone else being in the room.

"That's not right," he mumurmed running his finger along a streak of colour upon the wall. "Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Why is it all wrong?"

She blinked her eyes open blearily, frowning around the room. Where the hell was she? And then the memories of what had happened came rushing back. A tiny smile pulling at her lips, it was quickly replaced with a frown.

What -?

Rolling around, she tilted her head up at the man. "I don't see what's so wrong about it," she chirped, a yawn escaping her lips as she shrugged, stretching her arms. After what they'd done, modesty seemed rather pointless.

"No, no, no," he shook his head, looking back at the girl with wide honest eyes before back at his wall, his hand going over the streaks of colour, "See this here, its all wrong - completely wrong."

He frowned, longing to rumage for his paints, though he couldn't remember where they were.

"It says... one thing, but thats not true; it needs to be true."

"Huh," she murmured softly, tilting her head at the spot his hand was, a frown etched across her face. It looked fine to her, but then she'd never had an eye for these sort of things.

Pulling on her clothes, she rifled through her pockets, pulling out her wand and flipping it over and over in her hands. Was he a Muggle? She wasn't sure, but then again, if he was, she'd just wipe his mind. Nodding to herself, a muttered accio sent paint cans and brushes flying towards her.

"Well, if you want to make it say the truth, here." Juliette gestured vaguely towards the painting materials beside her, pulling herself up to her feet, moving to lean on the doorframe.

He frowned as the paints flopped on the ground, glancing behind him at the woman to figure out where they had come from before a wide grin broke across his face.

"Thank you."

Dragging the paints towards him, he ran a hand through his hair and grabbed the first colour he saw. Taking the brush up, he shook his head, and pushed that colour aside, before grabbing another colour. He continued to frown at that colour before nodding, grin returning again, and taking that can.

Without another thought, he began flinging paint onto the wall with apparently no thought at all.

"Always welcome," Juliette shrugged, a small smile on her face. He looked so happy that she couldn't help but feel happy as well. Twirling her wand between her fingers, she stowed it away into her boot, looking back up at the man.

Raising an eyebrow as she watched him fling paint at the wall, she tilted her head. Well, that was most definitely interesting. But she wasn't an artist. What did she know about art?

Fiddling with her watch, she frowned down at it. Merlin, she hadn't even done any quality shopping. What a waste of a day. Sighing, she glanced back at the man.

"I think," she said softly, "I'm gonna go."

Kyrie, still lost in his work, shaking his head - he had stopped flinging paints at random now, using a brush to start to blend what remained into some form of an imagine, barely heard her. Waving his hand, he merely let out a hum of response.

He bit his lip and continued to look at his work. He wouldn't even notice when she was gone. It was possible once she disappeared, he wouldn't remember she had been there.