Slight Detours | PG 13

Tre was late to class.

That was why he was moving through the hallways quickly, darting in and out of secret shortcuts and such. He was halfway through the castle when he realized he was going in the complete opposite direction of where he needed to be.

With an angry growl he turned into the Hidden Passage, his steps slowing with exhaustion. He had been running all day. He steps were wary and his shoulders hunched as he made his way though the passage. He was all around stressed. He couldn't be late to class. If Papa found out...

He adjusted his bag on his shoulder, moving further into the hidden passage. It wasn't that big, not really, and if someone else came from the other way he'd be screwed. It was barely big enough for one person, really, and he couldn't afford to move backwards.

He was late.

Ash was skipping one class or another. She had gone to most of them, that had to be good for something didn't it?

Besides it was outside - she had gone to one class in the blood fridged snow and cold, she had done her duty, there was no way in hell she was going back out there without proper motivation. And lessons were not proper motivation.

So instead, the young American was taking this self given time off to investigage this school she was now a memeber of. She wanted to know ever nook and crany of it. She had to be prepared for anything that may come in the future.

This investiagtion had lead her to the small, cramped hidden passage. Finding it at one end she of course had to go find out where it went.

Her progress however, was hindered as she heard footsteps coming from the other way, coming towards her. She swore slightly to herself and threatened whoever was coming in her way, but the scowl that was forming lifted and melded into a smirk when she saw that face of the road block.

"Well, well, well Angel, look who's breaking the rules," she drawled, "I don't think Papa's gunna be happy about that. Do you?"

Tre grumbled something, his eyes going to Ash, then the corridor behind her. That's where he needed to be. Class.

"He'll be pissed." He gritted out through his teeth. He moved to the side to try and side step her, blinking when he realized it wasn't going to work. "Shouldn't you be in class?"

Ashleen shrugged, a small smile going on her face.

"He'll get over it," she mused slight. "He really should relax a little; as if he didn't skip a few classes in his day."

She shrugged, "Meh, I decided I had other things to do. Besides it was outside. I don't do the could."

She leaned a little closer to the boy in front of her.

"If Papa asked you could always tell him... other things came up."

Tre glanced from her to the passageway behind her again, then back at her. "I suppose he must have." he said, stepping closer to her to try and get around her. "It is, however, against the rules, and I have a feeling Inno is going to try and get us in trouble at every turn. We may need the extra warnings." He looked down at her, his hands resting on either side of the passageway. It was that tight a fit. They maybe able to move past each other sideways... but he didn't think that was a great idea. His golden eyes caught on her blue ones, and he gulped, looking away. She was distracting him, and she wasn't even doing anything.

He had to get to class. "C-can you move please?" He asked, keeping his gaze above her head and to his left. "I have to go to class."

The young girl didn't miss the slight catch in his voice. A slight smirk jumped to her features, as she leaned closer to him.

"I," she whispered slowly, reaching up to steer his chin back towards her, making him look at her in the eyes, "don't really want to talk about Princess, do you? And really, what's so great about this class? Hm? I can think of other things for us to do."

Moving her hands from his chin, to his collar, she grabbed the materal there, and spun them both so they were face-to-face sandwiched between the two walls of the tight passage, free for either of them to move either way, however Ash was gambling on no one wanting to.

Standing on her toys slightly, she moved herself so she was just hovering a breath away from his face, "But since you asked so nicely."

Tre's eyes met hers, his already swirling with indecision. His breath left him in a whoosh, and though his eyes seemed to be frozen to her gaze, his focus was waning. "...no?" He asked, no longer sure of anything. "I have to... to go... or... or..." but he was running out of excuses, and he could no longer remember why class was so important.

His breathing hitched as she turned them, and his eyes widened as he found himself flush against her. He froze, his breathing stopped and his eyes darkened slightly. Somewhere, his mind reminded him that he could move toward class now, and leave. Here, though, his mind was sure that moving was a very very very bad idea. If he moved... he would be moving against her. That would be terrific. No. It would be terrible. He needed to get to class. It was a great idea to move toward class now. Except if he did then he would move against her. What a bad... fantastic... simply marvelous... terrible idea.

Tre stayed motionless in everything except his gaze, which searched her eyes before slowly, almost torturously, moving down to her lips.

"...Class..." he breathed. "I... I have to..."

Ash smirked as she saw his gaze strengthen and his resolve...

She moved closer, not even listening to his stuttering excuses; they both knew what was going to happen now. Wiggling slightly she purposely moved herself against him, sliding a little bit away as if to leave.

"Class yes? Is it this way?" she titled her head in the direction she had moved, her voice low, barely above a whisper, before shuffling, sliding past him, against him again, "Or was it perhaps this way?"

She slide back to where she was, raising on her toes to get closer to his lips again, enjoying the way that made her have to move agianst him.

"Or, perhaps," she was so close that her words cause her lips to brush his, "We. are. Just. Going. to. stay. here? Yes?"

Tre groaned low in the back of his throat. She was so distracting. Almost against his will, his hips bucked against hers, and his hands found themselves against the wall on either side of her, and his lips trembled with the effort not to close the distance. He licked his lips, slowly, his tongue almost brushing against her lips.

"Ash..." he murmured. "This is a bad idea..." A shiver went through his body, and his gaze darkened more as it latched onto hers. "We... we should..."

"Tre," she murmured back, resting her hands on his chest as he leaned in closer, tralingher fingers softly along his shirt, wishing it wasn't there as she made swirls, and other patterns.

"We're alone," she leaned closer, "No one will know either way," she leaned even closer still, "We should just," she leaned all the way up so her lips were just touching his, not quite a kiss, the contact was light, barely there, but enough to...

Tre's eyes were almost at their darkest shade of gold now, his arms wrapping around her. "I... I uh..." He pulled her against him, bringing them flush against each other. "Well..." He brought their foreheads together his lips twitching with the effort it took to keep the small distance between their lips existent.

"Great idea." Then he was in motion, pressing her up against the opposite wall and attacking her lips with his own.

Ash smirked against his his lips as he pushed her against the wall. Slidling her hands up along his side she brought them around to hook behind his neck, pulling him closer to her as her hips pushed back against him. She was determined to make it so there was no space between them, no difference in being.

She pulled away for a moment, only pausing to look him in the eyes and flash a smirk before burrying her face in the crook of his neck, strining kisses along the skin there moving closer and closer to his lips once more.

Tre moaned, rocking his hips against hers and pushing her further into the wall, ravishing her lips with a single minded intensity that had even him distracted. He shivered against her, his hands roaming freely as her lips brushed along his skin. He let out a wanton moan, moving his head to capture her lips once more, pushing her more firmly into the wall. A growl grumbled out of his throat, and he bit her bottom lip, begging for entrance into her mouth. "Ashleen..." He grumbled, low in the back of his throat.

Ash moaned as his hands roamed, and he bit at her lip. Hands trembling she began to move the further down this back, grabbing handfuls of fabric as she granted his unspoke request and parted her lips.

Bracking herself up against the wall, helped by the added force of Tre pushing back at her, she hooked her legs around his slightly, still on the ground for the moment, pulling him closer to herself. All the while still moving, shimmying, pushing her hips against him.

Tre's hands had decided to duck underneath her shirt, and continued their wanderings of their own accord. Her moan made him jolt, so he repeated his actions, desperate to hear the sound again. His tongue twined around hers, tasting her and loving every second of it.

A harsh breath was ripped from him as she moved against him, his hold on her tightening and his hips moving the opposite of her; the more friction the better. He slammed her further into the wall, muttering underneath his breath quickly, promises, vows, all other things and random words that came to mind. She was waning on his self control, if he'd ever actually had any.

Ash let out a short gasp, and felt a shiver go right down her spine as his found her skin leaving firey trails along each inch of skin he touched, as if he was burning her with his skin, branding her.

She moaned again as she kissed him back, tongues dancing. Leaning back into the wall, she pulled him into her, raising her legs up, wrapping the around his hips moving against him even still, needing him closer, needing him...

"Tre," she breathed her breath catching halfway through the word. "Tre."

Tre's shirt had disappeared somehow, but the milisecond it took to pull of the garment and return his lips to hers was almost nonexistant, and his hands returned to her skin, tempting and teasing every bit of her. He needed to...

His hips bucked into hers, once, roughly, and then continued their rotating motion. Her shivers and reactions were... were...

His breathing hitched once more. "Ash..." he murmured, his tongue still tasting hers.

It was the middle of the day when Ksenia found herself in the hidden passage way. It was one of her free periods that day and she decided to take a short-cut from her previous class to the common room. With several books in her arms the Slushatel Prefect made her way into the passage, walking for sevral feet before she started hearing the strange noises. Frowning she walked further, around the corner, to find none other then her guard and Ashleen, the girl she met in Azorat not too long ago.

"So this is the type of partnership you two have," she said, her voice emotionless, as she studied their entangled figures for a few moments.

Another moan escaped the girls lips as he moved against her. She moved her hands around his bare skin, not even bothering to think about how moments before there had been something there blocking her.

"Tre" she moaned again, leaning into him, "D-Don't-don't S-"

Whatever the girl did or didn't want him to do was lost as she heard the voice - the aproaching footsteps having been completely unnoticed by her. She even heard the voice as if it was fair away, through water or a wall.

"I told you," she said slowly, her voice still a little rough. She cleared her throught and shook her head, smirking at the girl not quite feeling the shame other might have at being caught at such a moment. She held up her crossed fingers again, the only movment she had made from her postion, "We were like this."

Tre was shivering, with- with- he didn't even know anymore. He just knew that his hand had wandered down to yer thigh, and was hitching it even higher up on his waist, and then following...

He pressed further into her, melting against her touch, even as his fingers slipped underneath an elastic band. Rubbing the skin there in small swirls, his breath mingled with hers, and he listened to her, ready to follow her anywhere to do... anything.

Then he heard the voice.

His darkened gaze turned to the girl, and a possessive little smile graced his features as he nipped at Ash's throat, an unspoken promise there in the action.

We aren't finished here.

"Like what you see, Sokol?" He asked huskily, bucking his hips against Ash again. "What's a matter? Never seen a Warrior pleasure someone before? I'd think you'd be used to it, being sworn to and all." His mouth found Ash's fingers, and slowly, he sucked them into his mouth briefly, grinning. "We're much closer than that."

Ksenia's eyes narrowed as Tre continued even with her standing a few feet away. "I could hardly call this the actions of a warrior," she said coldly, disgust lacing her words. "You do not even have enough self control or respect for Ashleen or yourself to stop when someone walks in on you," she snarled at him.

Her body tensed slightly as memories of her being in a similar flashed across her mind. They were not pleasant, not at all. The coldness fell from her face for a few moments before she looked back up at them. "I need to go through," she said, her voice low.

Ash bit her lip as he nipped at her neck, trying to contain herself slightly now that they had.... and audience.

She could help but let out a slight giggle as he grabbed her fingers, pulling them back, she gave the boy a mock glare but continued to rest a hand on his chest, unable to stop the soft movement, of her fingers there.

"Now, not Angel," she whispered softly, her voice filled with more emotion than just a simple teasing tone, "Behave. Or I might just..."

She turned back to Ksenia, shaking her head to clear thought of, of - she should probably move away from Tre now... at least put her feet back on the ground, but she'd yet to move.

"You coming this way, or going back the way you came, Newbie?" she raised her eyebrow at the girl, trying to soften her tone to some level of friendly, but honsetly the whole situation was... "Because I believe not wanting to turn around got us into this situation in the first place."

She smirked slightly to herself.

Tre grinned, the smile dirty. "How would you know the actions of a warrior?" He asked, his voice still husky. "What has your warrior told you is right? Did he walk you through the basics?" His hold on Ash tightened, and his eyes flashed angrily. "I respect Ash more than I respect half the people in this god forsaken castle, and I don't appreciate you saying otherwise." He smiled sweetly. "What do you know of respect?"

His eyes caught on Ash's, and he shivered, not enough to be visable, but enough for her to feel. Her leaned foreward, whispering in her ear, just below Ksenia's hearing, but to the side of ash's face that wasn't visible to the other girl. "Just what?" His voice had gotten huskier, and teeth nipped at her ear, tugging on it with his teeth. "...Behave..." he leaned back and met her eyes. "Then tell me to put you down." He breathed.

His eyes went back to Ksenia, briefly, and he nodded to her. "Two people can't get through her at once, I doubt three can. You may have to just go back the long way." Slowly, his hips moved again, so slow it wasn't visable. In their current position, however, Ash would feel every little movement, no matter how miniscule. It was the bare minimum of friction, and he wanted more. Much more...

But they had an audience.

Ksenia's gaze darkened as she watched them. She was unwelcome here, she knew that. The way he antagonised her wouldn't have affected her in a normal setting, yet here it felt a whole lot different. The Slushatel Prefect didn't feel anything as she looked at him, not completely aware of the processes of her mind. She remembered another voice similar to his own, the voice that has been dead for quite some time now. Her face twisted in disgust. "You have more resemblance to the scum Lucifer freed me from than a real warrior," she snarled at him.

Ash's head leaned forward as his hold tightened on her and he spoke of respect. Not really listening to the angry words of either, she nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck again, kissing the skin lightly as he and the girl continued to speak.

Her body responded to his shiver with just the slightest one of her own. Lord how she wanted-what. She bit her lip as he whispered trying to contain everything for the moment, her hand reaching up to stroke the skin on his face as he whispered, a smirk growing on her face, desire dancing in her eyes.

"I-I," she stuttered for a moment, her voice just as low as his, her face gliding closer to his even though she knew perfectly well she should be doing the opposite. "don't think I can."

Her breath caught in her throat, and eyes widened as she felt him move against her. She leaned her head against the wall, and bit back the deep moan that was trying to escape. The girl pushed back slightly before turning back to Nia, all her pent up emotions making her words sound slightly harsher than she meant them to otherwise.

"Look here, Newbie," she said her eyes flashing. Her sigh which had meant to be one of exasperation, or at least tired defeat, sort of escaped her a little letting some of the other emotions she was trying to keep back through. "We get it, were inappropriate, horrible beings that need to be taught a lesson, or something, but for the moment lets pretend this never happened, you can walk back the way you came and we can just -"

Unable to hold it all back anymore, Ash's words died as she hid her face into his neck once more, her legs hooking on him tighter so she could pull him closer without really being noticed, and let out a low groan into his skin, hoping that it would muffle it somewhat from the other girl.