HAVE SEX with James in the library (roll BRAVERY+2d6)

⚅⚀ 6, 1 + 2 BRAVERY = 9. Result: Your sex attracts hostile forces, monsters, or enemies of Boarbristle. Gain +1 XP and describe the lurking threat. Next: GET OUT OF DANGER. (Note: this also satisfies James' demand as per the ENCOUNTER.) Also, you activate your House SEX MOVE: CHARM, and James is now your FRIEND (students of other houses aren't always able to really charm someone and connect with them on an honest, personal level, and won't be too close with someone even if that someone gives them sex within half an hour of meeting them. Leontes however, specialize in making friends, especially _that _way.)

"You know," you whisper to James, your cheeks and nose growing ever so slightly redder, "The funny thing is... aside from being pushed into that cloth-devouring water on the ride here, I was starting to believe Boarbristle was not so wanton as rumor had it. Aside from couples holding hands in the halls and making eyes at one another, I have seen little worth gossiping about. But maybe that is only because I joined House Leontes?" James nodded along knowingly, with an expression of good humor. He was a good listener. "Anyway, I've just been focusing on practicing my spells and trying to look like I'm the most serious of students," you continue. "I assumed that it was something I needed to avoid, you know, a distraction."

James snickers and puts his hand gently on your knee. "Well, I don't know if you chose the best venue for the day then, Fran. This is, well, sort of a funny place. Lot of repressed tension on busy days, one might say, hah. So many students, especially from House Beavertail, come here to try and get their minds off of distracting ideas or encounters.. but they bring a lot of hormonal baggage with them, they do, so they end up just having daydreams and fantasies of a romantic rendezvous in the library. Oh, faith - I hope that didn't come out soundin' as a confession." You can't help but roll your eyes and giggle. You really thought you had more to worry about from the Draconis students, but with their easygoing, open, good-humored demeanor, you see that Beavertail boys and girls can be just as appealing, in their own way.

"Well, what do you say to a corollary to our previous agreement James," you whisper to him, "I will tell no one that you were trying to live out a nebbish fantasy, even with the most rotten kind of girl imaginable, if you do not give life to any rumors that I was so **** to meet some cool boys that I let myself get dragged here as a self-centered classmate's wing-woman."

"I hope - ah, er, I think I see where you're goin with this lass," James says with a smile, seeming surprised his previous suggestion was taken seriously. "There's still a tasty little opportunity for the both of us to come out looking smooth, right?" You nod, a grin spreading across your face. After giving the table's contents a glance, you wave dismissively at the piled books. "All ze studying can wait, don't you think James? We have to make good use of our time. Need to look very comfortable cuddling by the time Felice comes back..."

With that, you haltingly turn over in the seat and press against the Beavertail first-year's hip.With your right hand, you reach across your lap and take his hand, half-standing to scoot yourself over to sit in his lap. You even hike your skirt up a tiny bit so that he can feel your bare bottom through just his trousers. The red haired young man gives a slow sigh that sounds more like a repressed groan. After just a few seconds on your new seat you feel his excitement poking you from underneath.

Your heart is racing, and you don't really know what to think about doing this. You've just met this student... don't you risk being called a slut, acting like this? But then again, didn't that Draconis student start all this with her wiles? Yes, it's all your fault, you think as you squeeze James' hand in yours and lean back against his chest, starting to move your lower body in a clockwise direction. When you realize this is what they call a 'lap dance', you let out a little giggle of excitement mingled with embarrassment. He looks up at you with longing in his eyes... and then suddenly gets a distracted look, reaching down... to your surprise it isn't to put his hand up your skirt but to pull his own wand out of his robe.

"Oh...!" you gulp. "That is... quite sensible, mine is rather sharp as well and I don't want to ruin this with a poke to a sensitive place." You retrieve your sharply pointed wand and lay it on the table.

James nods and smirks bashfully. "Oh, aye, but more importantly... Peppermintium." he says with a little flick of his wand towards himself, casting a spell as quietly as possible. A little spray of minty mist was produced from the tip, which he angled into his mouth. "Speaking of not spoiling things.." he chuckles, smacking his lips and blowing a little stream of his now-minty breath under your nose.

"Pffffthah... oh you silly man." you roll your eyes and give your head a little shake, before turning yourself around 180 degrees on his lap and leaning forward to close your eyes and pucker your lips.

James pulls you closer and presses his lips to yours. In the silent air of the library, the smooching sounds are terribly conspicuous, especially once James leans down and plants a couple of hickeys on your neck and upper chest, nimbly unbuttoning the top of your blouse with one hand. After giving you another long, wet kiss, he grabs your vest and blouse and gently starts working them up to get them off you. "Ohhh, should we really do this~?" you ask in a teasing tone that just encourages him. After a few awkward tugs, James pulls your top off completely, exposing your pale, delicate figure. As it so happened you hadn't put a bra on today, either, and much to his delight he got an eyeful of your perky A-cup bust. He put his hands on your chest and began slowly massaging your stiff nipples while pulling you into another round of lip-wrestling, this time putting his tongue in your mouth.

You're starting to feel very excited indeed, being massaged like this and feeling the hard protrusion in his trousers constantly grinding up against your uncovered crotch. "F - for the love of Peter, you're driving me mad here, girl..." he groans. "I know this is just supposed to be practice or showing off or whathaveya, but can't y'feel what you're doing to me down there? You've got to give me some relief." You consider... after feeling it pressing against you for a good 15 minutes of making out, you sort of want to see what he has down there too.

"Well." you say, raising your nose proudly and sliding down off of his lap, starting to undo the buttons on his trousers, "If I am learning 'the Beavertail way', then it would only be polite, would it not? You will need to take over watching for both of us while I'm at it, though." you say with a dramatic wink as you slide his pants and shorts down around his knees with agonizing slowness. Taking advantage of your small frame, you climb under the table and rest your face on his bare thigh, getting a good look at the fleshy pole standing like a soldier at attention a few inches from your nose. Too excited to back down now, you give it a lick and then take the swollen head and upper shaft into your mouth.

"Ohhhh fnghhfuck..." James gurgles an undignified stream of sounds, his head jerking back as you start to provide suction with a slurping sound that echoes louder than his groans.

"Mffmm.." you murmur back to him around your mouthful of pale ginger cock, squeezing his thighs affectionately with your delicate little hands and letting your pigtails tickle him with every bob of your head. Instinctively, he put one hand on the back of your head and **** you deeper, your reddening lips going all the way down to the base and tickling your nose with his pubic hair. His leg starts bouncing up and down nervously and he starts sucking each breath through gritted teeth. When you come up for air and gently slap the drool-covered head of his warrior against your cheek, he begs you to continue - when you do, he then begs you to stop, so he can prolong the pleasure as long as possible.

You're so focused on the blowjob you're giving James that you haven't been able to pleasure yourself much. You're thinking about letting him go further, or at least directing him to get under the table and return the favor, when he suddenly tenses up and grabs your shoulders almost painfully hard. The hard shaft between your lips throbs and you suddenly gag on a sudden spray of hot, bitter goo against the back of your throat. He gives a pleased groan as he comes, so you're sure you've pleased him adequately, but you wince at the taste. Dirty books you've read always make it out as if it tastes delicious, but it's definitely too nasty for you to swallow it. Without asking, you reach into his pocket and pull out a handkerchief, bringing it up to your mouth and spitting out his come. If you're going to do this again, you're probably going to have to insist he use some kind of magic to make the flavor more tolerable, especially if he ever wants to see you swallow. Looking up at his slack face lolling to the side, a haze of pleasure fogging up his green eyes, you note that he's in no shape to register any complaints.

"Well," you say, wiping some of the drool from your lips, "we're definitely a bit messier than when we started now. I should probably go ahead and pull my top back on, though..."

He pulls you up back into the chair next to him, giving you a pat on the bottom in the process. "Cor... I neeeded THAT. You're a darling, Fran. I feel fresh and energetic as a march hare - Ready to start on that homework of yours?" You cluck your tongue at him. "Easy for you to say - I was doing all the work!" He chuckles at that, shrugging and conceding the point... you join in, but suddenly, a heavy book falls from a top shelf right next to the two of you with a resounding thud, making both of you jump.

"AH!" you cry, clinging to James. "What - that damn thing almost landed on us!" you jerk your head up, looking to the upper shelves.

"Is someone up there??" James gulps . "Fran, shhhh! We're in a... compromising position here. And it's more n' possible this is someTHING we don't want to provoke."

You raise an eyebrow at him quizzically. "...What?" He shakes his head. "No time to explain darling, just pull your blouse on and let's edge our way out of this dead end here nice and slowly..." Just as he's speaking, another heavy book plummets past you, making you flinch again. While you're pulling your top on, James grabs both your wands as the two of you hop to your feet. Is this the mystery prankster trying to make your life miserable again? Or something more dangerous? The Beavertails seem to know this place, and James looks genuinely frightened, maybe for good reason.

Franziska's options:

GET OUT OF DANGER from the hidden **** stalking you (roll BRAVERY+2d6)