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Post by itschyna on Mar 17, 2012 11:11:37 GMT -5
Tightening the strap of her messenger bag around her shoulder, Chyna looked around nervously. The fabric of her shorts were smooth as she ran her palms down her outfit, making sure she looked presentable to be out in the halls of Hogwarts. Most people were going outside today to practice their Quidditch moves or to watch the water show a few kids were putting on. Chyna, however, would stay inside and rest her bum on the staircase steps with a good book.
Her heels tapped gently against the floor as she made her way up to the entrance, noticing that not a soul was out and about yet. Yet. It was only around noon when she decided to make her way to the steps with the intention of reading. It was a warm Sunday afternoon, and she wouldn't be getting social today. Once she found herself a few steps up, she slipped down on her rear and pulled her bag over her lap.
Pulling out a bright red apple, she bit into it and pulled her water and book out with the other hand, nudging the strap of her bag up and over her head with ease. Clenching the apple in her mouth, she turned to her favorite chapter- well, the chapter she was on right now, and began reading. Easing her hand up to slowly grab the fruit away, she chewed slowly, engrossed in the words of which her eyes were gliding over.
In the book, the hero had just slain a mighty dragon, and he was on his way up the castle steps. Chyna imagined herself the fair maiden who was trapped in the castle, her long hair flowing out the window as she waited for him to show up. 'There were heavy footsteps' she read, grin spreading across her face as she lifted the bottle to her lips and began sipping at it slowly. This was it- the hero had come to rescue her!
Suddenly, behind Chyna, a soft set of steps caught her attention and before she could look behind her, a voice rang out through her ears softly, the water she had in her mouth spewed out as a fountain, covering the steps in front of her. Oh Merlin, not him.
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Post by thatasher on Mar 17, 2012 12:33:59 GMT -5
Asher Herring was having a beautiful day! Even after falling out of his bed. He was having a particularly good dream, despite the tossing and turning- and he soon found himself rolling off the bed, one foot tangled in the sheets, so he woke with his back on the ground and his feet up over the bed. "Well I can already tell what a fine day this shall be." After fighting of his covers as if he were a knight fighting a dragon, he dressed and headed into the Common Room. He spotted a seventh year Gryffindor and asked her if Simone, one of his best friends, was still asleep, when she confirmed it, he grinned and ran up the steps, calling out her name in a girly high pitched voice.
After waking the entire seventh year girls dormitory, he was practically pushed out of the Common Room laughing harder then he had in a while. But now Asher was on a mission. It was his favorite thing to do on days like these. He was hunting. Hunting for a certain big brown eyed Slytherin. The Slytherin Princess. He glided up and down the corridors, going to all her favorite spots, and he weaved himself in and out of classrooms. One particular one he wish he hadn't walked into. His eyes were assaulted by two figures, a seventh year SLytherin boy and a sixth year Ravenclaw female, who, though luckily fully dressed, were tangled together in an array of body parts-lips completely mesh. "Sweet Merlin!" He gasped, shielding his eyes and turned to leave the room, smacking into the door-frame with a thump. "Ouch." He quickly found his way out, after unshielding his eyes, and slammed the door shut. He was walking to towards the grand entrance hall rubbing his forehead when he awarded himself an infinity about of points.
'Found her.' Asher sang out in his head. There sitting on one of the steps was his crown jewel. Chyna Ngui. His whole body relaxed at the site of her. Safe, secure, and reading a book. A grin cracked on his face and he bounded down the steps, taking them two at a time.
"Oh Chyna!" He drug her name out in a high pitched girly voice, much like he had done to Simone earlier. He watched as water spewed from her face and he laughed, dropping down on the step beside her. He slid up close to her, his hip touching hers. "How are you today my beautiful princess. I hope you had peaceful slumber." Asher flicked his wand lazily, eliminating the spray of water on the step in front of them.
"Did I startle you? I have that effect on women." He winked at her and rested back on the palms of his hands, which rested on the step above them. "What can I say, I'm charming?" He leaned forward and around her, gently taking the book from her and flipping through with equal gentleness. "Slytherin's read?" He eyed her playfully. "You mean they don't always sit around and plot to bring the world crashing down?" He chuckled and bumped his shoulder against hers.
"I think you're too pretty to destroy the world, unless you brought on a war the likes of Helen never could have imagined." He smiled stupidly while making his reference.
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Post by itschyna on Mar 17, 2012 12:57:53 GMT -5
"Oh Chyna!" He drug her name out in a high pitched girly voice. Yeah, it was him. She groaned quietly while he spoke. "How are you today my beautiful princess? I hope you had peaceful slumber."
Her big brown eyes swiveled in their sockets to meet his bright blue ones. "Hey Asher." She said softly, her hands dropping the book to rub her temples. "I did have a nice sleep. Thank you for asking." She smiled, the majority of it fake, and looked down to her book again, hoping he'd get the point. Who was she kidding? He would never get the point. Her headache was slowly creeping back. Her eyes moved from his to the spilled water that she was just about to take care of, but it was already gone. 'How nice of him.' She thought to herself, a small genuine smile threatening to appear.
"Did I startle you? I have that effect on women. What can I say, I'm charming?" He winked at her and rested back on the palms of his hands, which rested on the step above them. Her eyes rolled in her head, a laugh emitting softly from her lips.
"You did startle me, Prince Charming." She joked, a smirk appearing on her lips. "Now go." She motioned her head towards the entrance, a smile now clear. But he didn't take part in her suggestion, he only grabbed her book and began flipping through it.
"Slytherin's read?" He eyed her playfully. "You mean they don't always sit around and plot to bring the world crashing down?"
Chyna raised her eyebrow at him and playfully shoved him off her hip, noticing how close he had slid next to her. Using one hand to grab her apple and take a bite, while the other one held him off, she laughed after swallowing. "I read." She shrugged. "But if you don't leave me, I am going to bring your world crashing to an end." She teased, not really meaning it. Letting her hand go, she was sure he would slink right back to her side, in which case she'd sigh audibly.
"I think you're too pretty to destroy the world, unless you brought on a war the likes of Helen never could have imagined."
Chyna's heart thumped against her chest lightly, noting his reference. He was so educated and charming, but she was supposed to hate him. He was a Gryffindor who was at her heels constantly, like a lost puppy. Chyna was supposed to be mean to him, not like him. She shook her head, and with a playful growl, she spoke again. "If you don't leave, I am going to have the whole Trojan Army chasing after you." She snickered calmly and nudged him gently.
Truth be told, she didn't want him to leave. His little appearances through her day made her feel better- but what's more fun than playing hard to get, right? "Asher, why aren't you outside enjoying the weather?" She asked softly, taking her book back from him and closing it on her lap, her hands brushing his fingers lightly.
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Post by thatasher on Mar 17, 2012 14:14:50 GMT -5
"You did startle me, Prince Charming." She joked, a smirk appearing on her lips.
"Smirk all you want my Slithering Princess, I know you want me." He said cockily. "I know I'm stunning." Asher made a masculine show off pose before relaxing with another smile. 'She's so into me.' He thought to himself as his heart pounded against his rib cage.
"Now go." Chyna motioned her head towards the entrance, a smile now clear.
Asher gasped, pulling a hand to his heart, "Mrs. Herring, you wound me greatly! Think of the children!" He said dramatically. He watched, heart fluttering as his princess raised one of her fine eyebrows. Her little facial features were the best. Asher could sit and watch her for hours, in fact, he had done so on numerous occasions. Library, Great Hall, class- anywhere. He chuckled at all those times she had caught him staring in the library- she would blush and hold a book up to cover her face. Asher didn't think she had planned for her actions to only make him fall deeper and deeper in love. Rhye and/or Aeric would nudge him with a grin and he would snap out of it, but would never take his eyes off of the book that he knew separated his eyes from her. His eyes drifted towards her apple.
"You brought a snack." He grinned and reached for it, but was halted in his tracks by her hand against his chest. The Gryffindor laughed as she pushed him away with a hand and bit into her apple.
"They always resist at first." Asher teased her knowingly- though knowing nothing.
"I read. But if you don't leave me, I am going to bring your world crashing to an end." She teased, not really meaning it.
"I can't decide if you mean that in a bad way, or a good way." He winked suggestively at her and lifted her hand to his lips. He lightly brushed his lips across her knuckles before placing a light and gentle kiss on the back of her hand, all the while never breaking eye contact. Asher released her hand and pulled it back to her, but he remained a few inches away from her, not wanting to push it while she seemed to be enjoying herself.
Asher's skin tingled when she growled playfully, happy that he had been the cause- no matter what context the growling was happening in.
"If you don't leave, I am going to have the whole Trojan Army chasing after you." She snickered calmly and nudged him gently.
Asher Herring snorted. "Chyna, my love, you wouldn't need an army chasing after me. All you need to do is call my name and I'll be at your side." He smiled down at her, losing himself in her soft brown eyes.
"Asher, why aren't you outside enjoying the weather?" Chyna asked softly, taking her book back from him and closing it on her lap, her hands brushing his fingers lightly.
Electric currents shot through every nerve in his body when her fingers touched his hand, and he was frozen in time for a minute, he looked up at her with his Stupid Grin and spoke. "I would enjoy the outside weather so much more if I had you in my presence." He rose to his feet and walked to the bottom of the steps, only a few steps down, before turning back to look at her.
The Gryffindor bowed charmingly and extended a hand. "My fair Princess, will you join me on an outing about the Castle grounds? I vow to keep you safe from the monsters that wonder about." His eyes showed nothing but love as he waiter for her to either accept or decline his offer. Either way, he would not give up on trying to win her over.
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Post by itschyna on Mar 17, 2012 15:23:20 GMT -5
Chyna had been followed relentlessly for six years now. Nothing he said had an effect on her anymore, well, about being by her side that is. The first boat ride did it in- Chyna hadn't been a fan of Asher's talkative, intruding personality from the train, let alone the boat.
On the way to Hogwarts, Asher had climbed into her boat and had started talking to her. Being the typical eleven year old girl she was, she wasn't interested in his bowl-cut, his pickup lines, or his stupid grin that he wore. In an attempt to push him away, she pushed too far and scared him enough to grab on to her shirt and arms. In that instant, not only did Asher Herring fall back first into the freezing water- so did Chyna. Ever since then, the two of them had a rough, complicated, love-hate relationship.
"They always resist at first." Asher teased her knowingly, reaching for her apple but unable to get
His voice chimed in at the perfect time to make her heart thump harder at her ribs. "Oh, Asher," she sighed, a grin exposing, "you always know what to say." Batting her eyelashes at him, she winked playfully.
"I can't decide if you mean that in a bad way, or a good way." He winked suggestively at her and lifted her hand to his lips. He lightly brushed his lips across her knuckles before placing a light and gentle kiss on the back of her hand, all the while never breaking eye contact.
Chyna's cheeks heated up noticeably and she turned her head away from him, hoping he didn't see too much. After she calmed down, she turned back slowly to face him. An idea popped up in that bright little mind of hers, and she grinned inwardly.
"I mean that in the best way possible." She said with a blush, not having to force that out. Noticing that he stayed a distance away, she inched a bit closer to him, letting her hand fall on top of his that laid on the steps below them. "Mind if I Slytherin?" She bit her lip and leaned onto his shoulder lightly, a devilish smirk and gleam on her eyes and lips.
Asher Herring snorted. "Chyna, my love, you wouldn't need an army chasing after me. All you need to do is call my name and I'll be at your side." He smiled down at her.
"Asher, my baby," she teased playfully, "I will remember that." Chyna's smile widened at him as he seemed to be frozen in place. He was admittedly adorable, so adorable, so absolutely adorable.
Asher looked up at her with his Stupid Grin and spoke. "I would enjoy the outside weather so much more if I had you in my presence." He rose to his feet and walked to the bottom of the steps, only a few steps down, before turning back to look at her.
Chyna eyed him suspiciously, a snort escaping. "I came here to read." She motioned around her and cocked her head to the side as he rose, gracefully, and left her on the steps. Chyna wasn't sure whether she was happy to be alone, or sad that her little puppy was leaving. But then he looked back at her. "Yes?" She raised her brow at him again.
The Gryffindor bowed charmingly and extended a hand. "My fair Princess, will you join me on an outing about the Castle grounds? I vow to keep you safe from the monsters that wonder about."
The look in his eyes gave her heart a shock, and she blushed heavily, bringing her hands to cover her cheeks. Looking from his hand to his bright eyes, she stood easily. Leaning over to put her stuff up, she grabbed her apple and held it tight within her left hand while pulling her bag over her and heading down the steps to him, bypassing his hand for a second, before turning around to him and extending her right one backwards to grab at his offered one, clutching it in hers.
"If a dragon so happens to eat me on our journey on the castle grounds, I'll never forgive you." She teased lightly, taking another bite of her apple, looking back up to him, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
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Post by thatasher on Mar 17, 2012 18:30:49 GMT -5
"Oh, Asher, you always know what to say." Batting her eyelashes at him, she winked playfully.
Asher's eyebrows met his hairline at her words. He wasn't dumb, she was a Slytherin and he could tell that she was teasing him. She would live to regret that. He snaked a hand to the other side of Chyna's head, pulling it close. "I know my love," he said only half dramatically and kissed the top of her head. Before he released her, he rubbed his cheek against her soft, fine hair, letting out a breath. He pulled back. "I will always know how to make you happy." He chuckled and draped his arm over her shoulder.
Chyna's cheeks heated up noticeably- don't think Asher didn't notice, and he smirked, awarding himself even more points, filing his words away for future reference.He tucked her hair behind her ear. This was the first time she had actually laughed and been okay with his antics. He didn't want to push it, but he also wanted to let the moment sink in. Asher seemed to actually be getting somewhere, but he didn't want to ruin it.
"I mean that in the best way possible. Mind if I Slytherin?" She slid right up to his side and Asher's heart pumped harder then ever before. She rested her head on his shoulder and bit her lip. 'Sweet Merlin!' He had to shake his head to clear the fog. Asher wanted nothing more then to make her his. To her soft and tender lips. To make her skin tingle at his soft and steady touch. He wanted to make her feel the same way he felt whenever she was around. He grinned wildly and nuzzled his head under hers and kissed her lower cheek a time or two.
"Anytime, Beautiful." He laughed and now moved his arm to hold her close to him by her hip. "You'll need the Gryffindor password." He whispered into her ear. He was serious when he said that she would seriously rethink teasing a man who was in love. Asher laughed. "You are too cute when you get flirty."
"I came here to read." She motioned around her.
"The weather looks great outside, but it will never be as perfect as you, my Shining Sun." Asher continued flirting. "It is the perfect reading weather. I'll even read to you. Chyna's graceful body picked up off the steps and walked passed him. Asher's eyes widened, he had not expected that. But then something happened that was better then what he could have hoped for. She turned back to look at him and she took his hand. Asher slipped the messenger bag off his shoulder and slumped over at the "weight" of the bag. "Chyna. what do you carry in this bag, it is so heavy!" He laughed and swung the bag up over his other shoulder. "I'll carry this." He bent down and pecked the top of her head.
The Slytherin and Gryffindor headed outside into the cool air and bright sun. He glanced down at the woman he was guiding. Her hair shone like a ray of light. "You sparkle under the sun." He breathed out.
"Are you excited for the Celebration tonight?" He asked casually, really wondering rather or not she had a date. They were near the lake, coming up over a hill when Asher paused. "Isn't that Cordelia?" He asked curiously, watching the girl crash into a very surprised Iven.
"If a dragon so happens to eat me on our journey on the castle grounds, I'll never forgive you." She teased lightly, taking another bite of her apple, looking back up to him, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
Asher snorted. "Three things, my love. One- I would never let a dragon get that close to you. Two- you are much too beautiful for a dragon to even consider harming." He kissed the top of her head again, hoping he wasn't being too physical. "And three- you'd be dead. I don't think you would be able to forgive me if you wanted to." Asher laughed.
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Post by itschyna on Mar 17, 2012 19:13:56 GMT -5
"I know my love," he said only half dramatically and kissed the top of her head. Before he released her, he rubbed his cheek against her soft, fine hair, letting out a breath. He pulled back. "I will always know how to make you happy." He chuckled and draped his arm over her shoulder.
Chyna's heart rate increased dramatically as she felt his lips on her skin, an audible gasp coming from the depths of her soul, fulfilled at last now that Asher had brought her into an embrace. Though, he would never know that. She leaned up to his eye level and searched his bright blue eyes, not being able to get at the game he was playing. Was he serious- wait. He obviously was serious. This boy was head over heels for her, and she knew it. It was too good to be true. "Happy is an understatement." She mumbled as they got up from their spots, in reference to his statement earlier. Asher made Chyna more than happy.
He made her blissful, romantic, sweet, adoring, caring, sensitive, excited, nervous, anxious, and many more things- more than just simply happy.
"You are too cute when you get flirty."
Chyna's eyes lit up and she nudged into his arm, resting her head somewhat on his sturdy chest. She wouldn't admit that it wasn't part of the act- she honestly did care about Asher. "Well, what can I say- I'm just drop dead gorgeous all the time." She scrunched her nose into a silly way and sighed.
"The weather looks great outside, but it will never be as perfect as you, my Shining Sun." Asher continued flirting. "It is the perfect reading weather. I'll even read to you."
Chyna's hands became clammy almost instantly, and she wiped it off before taking his hand in her own. That would have been awfully gross. "Asher, I couldn't trust you to stay on task for reading." She winked up to him, stepping closer into his space as they walked, her cheeks permanently a light pink color, contrasting well against her olive colored skin. Then Asher took her bag from her, like a true gent, and she giggled.
"Chyna. what do you carry in this bag, it is so heavy!" He laughed and swung the bag up over his other shoulder. "I'll carry this."
Her eyes rolled in their sockets and she grinned up to him. "Dead bodies, now stop complaining." When he leaned over to peck her on the head, she dodged it and leant up to kiss him softly on the jaw. "That shouldn't be too heavy for you, Hercules." She whispered with a light breath, falling onto her heels because she had previously been on her tip-toes. Without making eye contact again after that whisper, she smirked and tucked her hair behind her ear. She was such a tease.
"You sparkle under the sun."
Chyna's eyes closed to his voice, grinning subconsciously, her hand tightening around his. "Thank you." She said quietly, resting her head on his shoulder, a genuine smile turning the corners of her mouth up. "You seriously do know all the right things to say." She reassured her earlier statement with a small rub of her cheek on his arm.
"Are you excited for the Celebration tonight?" Chyna's eyes grew wide slowly, hearing the words 'celebration' roll off his tongue. Nodding, she smiled up to him.
"Yea, actually, I am." She shrugged casually. "Are you going to come? Better wear green." She pinched him lightly on the arm with her free hand and scrunched up her nose again.
"Isn't that Cordelia?" He asked curiously, watching the girl crash into a very surprised Iven. Chyna followed his vision and nodded.
"Yeah, Cordelia and him are probably talking about things. It's touchy between them." She laughed lightly, looking into Asher's bright blue eyes helplessly, feeling a little weak in the knees. "Has anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes were?" And before she knew it, her eyes began a slow shift into an exact mocking of his, a smirk on her lips. She hoped she might freak him out a bit. Chyna with blue eyes- it wasn't natural.
"Three things, my love. One- I would never let a dragon get that close to you. Two- you are much too beautiful for a dragon to even consider harming." He kissed the top of her head again, "And three- you'd be dead. I don't think you would be able to forgive me if you wanted to." Asher laughed.
Her brows furrowed in thought, and she chuckled. "You're right, I suppose. But I would come back as a ghost, and I wouldn't forgive you as a ghost." She bumped him with her shoulder lightly and sighed audibly at his peck on her head. 'You're so cute when you do things like that.' She wanted to tackle him, wrestle with him, win, and shower him with kisses. But she was to play hard to get- and that's what a Slytherin would do.
Her blue eyes slowly darkened back into a brown, and she pulled him down abruptly into a patch of clovers, never letting go of his hand. Once he settled in front of her, she leaned back on her palms, slipping her small hand from his, and smiled at him. "So, you brought me out here on this beautiful day," she paused and leaned forwards again, towards him, "so what are we going to do?" Chyna's fingers twirled around her hair slowly, her eyes locked on his.
He was adorable, so adorable. Chyna kicked herself mentally for not giving into her desires of just curling up into his lap, locking her arms around his neck, and falling asleep in his arms. She was in love with him, she had been since the first time they spoke- despite his pick up line and his annoying personality- everything that he was made her want to be with him. It made her want to be around him, every moment of the day. He knew how to brighten her spirits, even if she didn't send back the appreciation he deserved.
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Post by thatasher on Mar 17, 2012 21:42:13 GMT -5
"Asher, I couldn't trust you to stay on task for reading." Chyna winked up to him, stepping closer into his space as they walked, her cheeks permanently a light pink color, contrasting well against her olive colored skin.
Asher Herring snorted his amusement. "I don't think you know just how true those words are." He wiggled his eyebrows and winked suggestively.
Chyna's eyes rolled in their sockets and she grinned up to him. "Dead bodies, now stop complaining." Asher laughed, moving his hand from hers to a secure spot around her waist. Holding hands simply did not allow him to be close enough to her. "Well, you are a Slytherin." He shrugged his shoulders playfully. Chyna was so precious.
When Asher leaned over to peck her on the head, Chyna dodged it and leaned up to kiss him softly on the jaw. "That shouldn't be too heavy for you, Hercules." It took everything in him not to dip his head down to her neck and show her exactly what he thought of her teasing. Instead, Asher blushed.
"I don't think you realize what you do to me." He said softly. Asher stopped walking and turned to her, eyes narrowed. "No. Strike that. I think you know exactly what you do to me." A small grin slipped in place on his face. She couldn't deny it now. Asher Harring knew Chyna's game. So he didn't even hesitate when he lowered his head to her face and kissed her softly on the temple. Perhaps today would be a good day in the end. After all, Asher was walking the ground with his future wife, even if she didn't know it yet. Asher snorted. Of course she knew it. She just hadn't accepted it yet.
Asher felt her hand tighten around the one he had wrapped around her waist and rested on her stomach. "Thank you." She said quietly, resting her head on his shoulder. Asher kissed the crown of her head again.
"Don't apologize. You should never have to go a day without hearing how beautiful you are." Asher said softly into her hair, inhaling it's smell. It smelled like Chyna. She had her own perfume about her. If he could bottle it and sell it, he would be the richest Wizard in the Wizarding world. His arm tightened around her for a moment before lightening it.
"You seriously do know all the right things to say." Chyna reassured her earlier statement with a small rub of her cheek on his arm. Asher watched goosebumps raise on his arm. He loved the feel of her delicate skin against his.
Asher shook his head in the negative. "No, I just know how to treat a woman. And if you love someone enough, you should let them know everyday. You never know which day might be your last." Now that Asher had her attention, and she seemed to genuinely be listening. He cleared his throat. "I don't know if you know this or not, I haven't told too many students. But I have no memory from before my eleventh birthday. In fact, my first memory is receiving my Hogwarts letter. I got into an accident that wiped my memory clean. I don't remember the accident, and know one will tell me what it is. Some days I fear that i will wake up, and it will happen all over again- with me remembering nothing at all." He cleared his throat, trying to swallow the lump that had formed. He smiled down at Chyna. "Don't you tell anyone that though. Otherwise I might have to tell people you took me out here to have your way with me." He teased playfully, not wanting to darken their moods.
Asher's heart fluttered at her smile. She had the whitest and straightest teeth, and her smile could light up a room. "I don't think you realize just how beautiful you are." He grinned down at her and boldly kissed her on the bridge of her nose, just as she had opened her mouth to speak.
"Yea, actually, I am. Are you going to come? Better wear green." Chyna pinched him lightly on the arm with her free hand and scrunched up her nose again. Asher, with his own free hand tapped her playfully on the nose.
"Of course I will be there. I would never stand a lady up for a date." He winked at her. "By date I mean you..."
As she explained how Cordelia and Iven's situation was touchy, he shook his head with a frown. "I don't understand how it can be touchy or complicated. If you love someone, you fight for them. I've been fighting six years for you, and I never have, and never will give up." He shrugged, not wanting to seem weak in front of her.
The Gryffindor looked down at his gorgeous escort. Her mouth opened and she was speaking, but he didn't hear her. There was a ringing in his ears. She was so breathtaking. He called to her in every way. They had been born for this moment. His eyes widened as her eyes took on the shade of his. "Merlin..." He took her face in both his hands. "You are one of the Lord's angels." He closed his eyes and kissed her eyelids and the center of her forehead before pulling her into a hug, rubbing his hands up and down her back. He loved her so damn much.
"If you came back as a ghost, you would find a sad lonely man, who grew up to be someone as grouchy and bitter as Professor Snape himself." Asher bent down and nuzzled into her neck, still holding her tightly to him. "You are so goddamn beautiful You must have been crafted by the gods themselves." He whispered into her ear.
Suddenly Asher was sitting down with Chyna in front of him. He frowned as her hand left the warmth of his. His hand felt cold and empty. The Gryffindor watched her slim body lean back against the palms of her hands he resisted the urge to crawl on top of her, wrap his arms around her waist and rest his head on her chest, kissing her exposed neck line.
"So, you brought me out here on this beautiful day, so what are we going to do?" Chyna's fingers twirled around her hair slowly, her eyes locked on his. Asher leaned forward, capturing her hand within his larger two.
"Honestly, I'm still trying to wrap my mind around you being here with me." He smiled gently and swiftly moved to sit beside her. "I never thought you would actually accept. I had always hoped, but this- you are unpredictable Chyna Herring." He grinned, pulling her gently onto his lap sideways and burying his head into the crook of her neck. He sighed at his fortune. Finally, Asher got his time with Chyna. He took a deep breath in. With his hand that was behind her, he gently moved her hair away from her neck and lowered his lips to her skin. He brushed his lips along her jawline before finally placing a gentle and loving kiss against the crook of her neck.
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Post by itschyna on Mar 18, 2012 0:22:26 GMT -5
"I don't think you realize what you do to me." He said softly. Asher stopped walking and turned to her, eyes narrowed. "No. Strike that. I think you know exactly what you do to me."
Chyna's eyes met his in an innocent contact, and she shrugged her shoulders slyly, a smile stretching the corners of her lips up. "I guess we'll never know, now will we?" She whispered softly, eyeing him from the corner of her vision.
Asher shook his head in the negative. "No, I just know how to treat a woman. And if you love someone enough, you should let them know everyday. You never know which day might be your last."
Chyna's eyes closed listening to him speak. But they shot open at his implications. "No, don't talk like that." She tightened her grip on his waist as he had wrapped his hand around her waist now, her hand doing the same. "You know, I don't really act like I want you around sometimes," she paused slowly, biting her lip, "but you make my life... interesting." She nodded, then looked into his eyes, leaning up to peck him on the cheek lightly.
"I don't know if you know this or not, I haven't told too many students. But I have no memory from before my eleventh birthday. In fact, my first memory is receiving my Hogwarts letter. I got into an accident that wiped my memory clean. I don't remember the accident, and know one will tell me what it is. Some days I fear that i will wake up, and it will happen all over again- with me remembering nothing at all."
Chyna was so enthralled by his story and her heart smashed against her chest, aiming right for his to wrap around it in a comforting way. She ached for his embrace, to hug him to her and kiss him gently, to comfort him. At that moment, her hands wrapped around his waist tightly and she burrowed her head into his chest, squeezing his sides within her grasp tightly.
"Asher Herring," she breathed him in, her inner Gryffindor coming out, "you are the sweetest guy I know. Your history and what happened has made you into the most adorable thing ever." She held on to her little puppy. "The memories you have now matter because they're with people you'll know for the rest of your life- you won't lose them." She pulled back and looked into his gentle, caring, still-adorable blue eyes. 'It's taken me six years to figure it out, but I love you so much.' She sighed audibly at her mind and pulled back, leaving one hand wrapped around her waist like she had before. "Plus, I don't think you could ever wake up and forget me. If you did, I don't know how I'd study without a little peeping puppy dog behind me."
"Don't you tell anyone that though. Otherwise I might have to tell people you took me out here to have your way with me."
Chyna grinned up to him. "You always know how to lighten the mood. See? I don't think I could ever find someone like that." Her eyes lit up once again, enjoying his company a little too much. "Even if you were telling the truth." She leaned her hip into his and bumped him lightly.
"Of course I will be there. I would never stand a lady up for a date." He winked at her. "By date I mean you..."
As Chyna explained how Cordelia and Iven's situation was touchy, he shook his head. "I don't understand how it can be touchy or complicated. If you love someone, you fight for them. I've been fighting six years for you, and I never have, and never will give up."
That put her over the edge. Chyna stopped him mid-walk and side-stepped in front of him. She slung her arms around his neck and squeezed him against her tightly. 'Dear Merlin, just please kiss me already. I've been wanting you for six years too. Why can't I have you? Why must we be in opposite houses?' Her heart thumped wildly at her ribs again, and that time, it would have been a miracle if he didn't hear it. "You won't be fighting anymore." She said softly near his ear before pulling back and slipping her hand into his.
But she was stopped again when her eyes shifted, and he pulled her into a hug, calling her a Lord's Angels of sorts. She blushed heavily and let her hands trace into his back, her breaths becoming staggered. "You are so goddamn beautiful You must have been crafted by the gods themselves." He whispered into her ear. Chyna's hands grasped at the fabric of his clothes, unable to sift all of this through her head. She was so in love with him- why couldn't she just tell him? She needed the perfect moment.
"Honestly, I'm still trying to wrap my mind around you being here with me." He smiled gently and swiftly moved to sit beside her. "I never thought you would actually accept. I had always hoped, but this- you are unpredictable Chyna Herring."
Once he was sitting beside her, her heart was about to its busting point. "I'm trying to do the exact same thing." She said softly, tickling his palms with her fingers. "I went to the staircase to read in peace, and you showed up, and," she heaved a sigh of relief, feeling relaxed by his side, "and now everything just seems like its perfect." Her fingers weaved into his, judging his reaction. And as he pulled her into his lap, a squeal escaped her lips. Her pulse rocketed, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his cool breath on her warm skin. It was intense, the feeling of the one boy she loved nuzzling against her skin.
Then Asher made the wrong move. For his safety, he shouldn't have kissed her neck. But he did, trailing his lips on her warm skin, his hand swiping her hair away from her neck. She moaned lightly, but enough to where he could hear it, and one hand came to cover her mouth in embarrassment. She looked into his eyes, but hers closed as he planted a kiss on her neck, her goosebumps fighting their way up. 'Do it again.' She grinned down to him subconsciously and leaned into his own neck, planting a few kisses along his stubble-free, smooth, fair skin. Chyna moved closer into his body and leaned towards his ear.
With a tender breath, she sighed in his direction, her mouth opening to speak, stumbling over her words. "I, I," she paused and gulped, "I looov-" she gulped again and leaned in to bite his neck tenderly, unable to finish her sentence. 'I love you.' She blurted in her mind, groaning.
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Post by thatasher on Mar 18, 2012 15:05:14 GMT -5
"I guess we'll never know, now will we?" She whispered softly, eying him from the corner of her vision.
'I think you greatly underestimate me." Asher countered slyly.
Asher's heart thumped wildly at Chyna's words. She kissed his cheek...voluntarily, and his palms grew clammy. He cleared his throat and wiped at his hands. "Interesting is good." He said swallowing the lump in his throat. At that moment, Chyna's hands wrapped around his waist tightly and she burrowed her head into his chest, squeezing his sides within her grasp tightly. Asher gasped lightly. This was were she belonged. In his arms, pulled tight against his chest, against his safety- she was his, and he would die before he ever saw a hair on her perfect head harmed. He squeezed her tight and whispered, "Mine." Light enough that she may or may not have heard it.
"Asher Herring, you are the sweetest guy I know. Your history and what happened has made you into the most adorable thing ever. The memories you have now matter because they're with people you'll know for the rest of your life- you won't lose them." Chyna pulled back and looked into his eyes and Asher's heart stopped.
"It only took you six years to figure that out." He winked playfully at her and leaned forward to peck her forehead. He pulled back with a thought. "Just adorable?" Asher questioned. Chyna pulled back, leaving one hand wrapped around her waist like she had before.
"Plus, I don't think you could ever wake up and forget me. If you did, I don't know how I'd study without a little peeping puppy dog behind me."
"You, my dear, consume most of my thoughts. If I woke tomorrow and forgot about you, my mind would be empty." Asher said, running the back of his hand against her sinfully soft cheek, kissing her forehead again. The boy had already lost count of how many times he had been allowed to kiss her, but for as long as she would let him, he would. She deserved it and so much more.
Chyna grinned up to him. "You always know how to lighten the mood. See? I don't think I could ever find someone like that."
Asher pulled back, his face masking shock and horror. "You just haven't opened your eyes." He leaned forward, wrapping his muscular arms around her lower back, drawing her close, and pressed his lips against her eye lids to make his point. Chyna was the most beautiful female he had ever come in contact with and he'd be damned if he lost her after spending the evening with his arms wrapped comfortably around his. Their bodies just meshed perfectly together.
Her eyes lit up once again, enjoying his company a little too much. "Even if you were telling the truth." She leaned her hip into his and bumped him lightly. Asher laughed and looked down at her with a smirk.
"Who says I'm not?" He swept her up closer, wiggling his eyebrows and snapping his teeth at her before burrowing into her neck with a playful growl. Chyna Ngui was his everything.
"Of course I will be there. I would never stand a lady up for a date." He winked at her. "By date I mean you..."
Chyna stopped him mid-walk and side-stepped in front of him. She slung her arms around his neck and squeezed him against her tightly. Asher was taken aback, but his body pulsated with euphoria. Chyna was in his arms. She wanted to be in his arms. He took that as good sign- a signal. Asher ran his fingers from the center of her shoulder blade slowly down to small of her back, rubbing circles where his fingers lay. He leaned inward and rested his forehead to hers. He lifted his chin and brushed his lips across the tip of her forehead before trailing soft kisses down the bridge of her nose and to the tip. He hesitated only slightly before ghosting his lips long hers. With a bit more confidence, he touched down and felt his lips fall on hers perfectly. Her soft tender lips fit perfectly against his, and he knew that she was the one. He kissed her a few times, letting his lips pull at hers softly when he would pull back before meeting hers again.
"You won't be fighting anymore." She said softly near his ear before pulling back and slipping her hand into his. Asher stayed silent. It had finally happened. He had finally won Chyna's heart. It would be a story he would one day tell their kids. His thumbs ran circles over the back of her hand as they walked.
"Good. Just be with me." He whispered softly into her hair, laying a gentle kiss on its top. Chyna's hand's clutched at his clothes and he squeezed her tighter, wanting nothing more then to lay down with her on the soft grass and just hold her close. All of his hard work had finally paid off. She had never been able to hide her kind personality from him. He knew her little quirks and body language. She hid behind a shell, one that he knew he had finally been able to slip into. And he wasn't prepared to leave.
Once he was sitting beside her, her heart was about to its busting point. "I'm trying to do the exact same thing. I went to the staircase to read in peace, and you showed up, and, and now everything just seems like its perfect." Her fingers danced across his palms and he bit his lips. How corny would it be if he cried right now? Because that was exactly what was threatening to happen to him. He was so full of happiness he could bust- and the only way his body would relieve the feeling was if some of his happiness escaped in the form of tears. But he wouldn't- he feared she would find him a weak Gryffindor, and she would turn away from him and leave. He was so scared that he would lose her now that he actually had her. What if she gave in, and he was a disappointment. His world would crash down. He resolved to just make sure hat didn't happen.
"It is more then perfect. I have been waiting for this day my entire life." He lowered his eyes and pulled her against his chest, resting his cheek sideways on the top of her head. He spoke quietly. "Sometimes- sometimes I wonder about Fate. How it has things planned for us. I've thought, before, that maybe I was meant to lose my memory. To lose it so that the world could prepare me for you. You were meant for Slytherin as I was meant for Gryffindor. I've often times wondered how prejudice my parents are, and how prejudice I was before the accident. I can't help but think that Fate wiped my beliefs clean. We were obviously made for each other, and if my parents raised me to be prejudice, it would have made this," he touched his finger tips to her cheek, "harder, but if I was to enter Hogwarts, prejudice free, it would give our love story a chance." Asher shook his head. "I'm sure I jumbled that all up." He smiled and kissed her hair. "Fate has a funny way of doing things." It was true. Asher had come to the conclusion that his accident was no accident, that it was set up by the Fates. Set up just so he could be with Chyna. And he wasn't about to go and fuck it all up.
Asher's body shook when he made her moan and he giggled when her hand came up to cover her mouth. He took her hand and kissed the tips of her finger. His face moved back to her neck where he began kissing her deeper and more quickly. Then time stopped. Chyna's lips- her lips were against his neck and he gasped, followed by a moan of his own. A moan he certainly was not ashamed of. Chyna deserved to know what she did to him. He felt her breath on his ear and he whimpered lightly, never moving his lips from her neck. He could hear her stutter, not making note of it. But then he bit her neck and he groaned loudly.
"No backing out now." Asher smiled against her neck. He kissed behind her ear, and let his tongue draw circles on her skin. His lips finally moved from her ear back down to her collarbone, up to her jawline and over to her lips, where he kissed her deeply and passionately.
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Post by itschyna on Mar 18, 2012 19:38:22 GMT -5
Earlier, Chyna had noted that as they were holding each other, he had whispered "mine", and at that moment in time, she gave in. Completely gave in. Her body was loose in his grasp as he squeezed her, and her heart was as near as it was ever going to be with him. Six years of playing around, telling him to go away, six years of teasing and tempting him then pushing him away- it was all part of her Slytherin game. The way she got close to him, grabbed his shoulder, and whispered for him to get lost- everything was a plan in motion.
"It only took you six years to figure that out." winked playfully at her and leaned forward to peck her forehead. Chyna closed her eyes at his lips and nodded against them. Her heart thudded rapidly. "Just adorable?"
At his wink, she gasped lightly and smiled. "Asher Herring," she started, stroking her cheek along his shoulder as they got back to walking, "you are considerably going to be the cause of my heart failure if you keep winking at me like that. Do you really want me to die after six years of your chasing?" She grinned playfully and grasped his hand in hers tighter. "Well, I'm still figuring your little game out. So, for now, just adorable." She joked with a small smirk.
"You, my dear, consume most of my thoughts. If I woke tomorrow and forgot about you, my mind would be empty." Asher said, running the back of his hand against her sinfully soft cheek, kissing her forehead again.
The way he touched her- it was bliss. If a goddess had seen from Olympia, she would be fearful and jealous of Chyna. The gods would learn from Asher. Chyna was so lucky to have in in her life, but how could she tell him that? Better yet, could she show him that? Their relationship- yes, relationship, no matter how much Chyna refused to see it as such- had been a game of cat and mouse for six years. It started with his pick up line in the boat, and it all led up until this moment with her cheek accepting his hand's movements. She accepted his movements.
"My dear Asher, if you were to forget about me, I would have no purpose. No purpose to live, to wake up, to smile." The haunting thought that usually came out late at night crept up in her mind, but she wouldn't bug him with any of that. He had so much on his mind already and it wouldn't be like her to appear sad.
"You just haven't opened your eyes."
Her inner girl screamed out for him, and a high pitched giggle escaped her lips as he pressed his to her eyes. She wrapped her hand around his head and held him to her skin, not wanting him to pull away just yet. Reluctantly, she let go and smiled up to him. Her first reaction was to open her eyes wide to him, so she did. Her Asian features made it hard for her to ever open them wide enough, so she playfully scrunched up her nose and smiled again, wider. "They're open! Just because I am Asian, sheesh." She mumbled with a smirk and shook her head out.
Asher ran his fingers from the center of her shoulder blade slowly down to small of her back, rubbing circles where his fingers lay. Chyna's breaths became staggered and uneasy, in the best way possible. He leaned inward and rested his forehead to hers. Her gentle brown eyes eased into his, and she left them there, not caring that she was slowly drowning in the depths of his. He lifted his chin and brushed his lips across the tip of her forehead before trailing soft kisses down the bridge of her nose and to the tip. Chyna's cheeks were coated in a thick layer of pink, much like a doll's. He hesitated only slightly before ghosting his lips long hers. Her eyes closed in the moment. With a bit more confidence, he touched down and felt his lips fall on hers perfectly. Chyna's own mouth opened slightly to welcome his lips home. She was his home, no matter how long it took her to realize it. She broke apart their lips enough to breathe and let him breathe, an audible gasp escaping, before she pressed her mouth back against his hungrily. Her hands wrapped around his neck, tugging his hair in knots between her fingers, pulling herself up on her toes to his eye level. Her lips smoothed across his as she finished, and she let them linger there, a smile on her face.
Asher pulled back, making eye contact. "I know that wasn't your first kiss, but it was mine. I knew I made the right decision to save my first kiss for you. Entirely worth it."
Chyna's secrets threatened to spill out. But she shook her head, slowly, burying into his chest. "Asher," she started, a breathless sigh escaping, "that- that was my first kiss." She looked up to him sincerely and an embarrassed neck rub overcame her, scratching at her hair. 'He's going to think that's pathetic.' She looked down for a moment and blushed heavily, not sure how he would take it. "I- I've been waiting, too." She nodded. "For... you." Chyna was scared that he might not believe her. But she was absolutely telling the truth. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders once more, and her lips pressed lightly against his again, a small, gentle, loving kiss.
"It is more then perfect. I have been waiting for this day my entire life." He lowered his eyes and pulled her against his chest, resting his cheek sideways on the top of her head. He spoke quietly. "Sometimes- sometimes I wonder about Fate. How it has things planned for us. I've thought, before, that maybe I was meant to lose my memory. To lose it so that the world could prepare me for you. You were meant for Slytherin as I was meant for Gryffindor. I've often times wondered how prejudice my parents are, and how prejudice I was before the accident. I can't help but think that Fate wiped my beliefs clean. We were obviously made for each other, and if my parents raised me to be prejudice, it would have made this," he touched his finger tips to her cheek, "harder, but if I was to enter Hogwarts, prejudice free, it would give our love story a chance." Asher shook his head. "I'm sure I jumbled that all up." He smiled and kissed her hair. "Fate has a funny way of doing things."
Chyna couldn't speak after his story- her eyes were closed even as his finger traced across her cheek. She smiled up to him after he finished. "Fate definitely is funny." She nodded, an idea popping in her head. "Your voice sounds so beautiful when I'm pressed against your chest, by the way." She beamed up to him and kissed his nose softly. "But my turn. I have a good story to tell you."
Getting comfortable, she turned to face him, her legs wrapping around his back, her head resting in the crook of his neck, kissing him gently there. "So, it goes like this. When I was little, my mother told me about how ladybugs were the sign of new love. When you catch it and release them, they will fly to your true love and whisper your name to them. Well, when my Mom was little, she found a ladybug on a flower in the playgrounds where she was in School. She didn't think anything of it, but when she caught it, it stayed for a while on her fingers, walking over the tips of them like a bridge." Chyna grabbed his hand and kissed a path across his fingertips as if she was the ladybug and smiled. "Well, when it flew off, she was upset. But a little boy, a year older than her, came running over with a big smile on his face. He showed her what he had found, it was a ladybug." Chyna looked into his eyes, her own ones welled with tears from his story and telling him this one. "That little boy was my Dad." She wiped her eyes off before she would cry, but that didn't help. A steady flow of tears fell from her eyes and she closed them, resting her hand under her head as to not cry on his clothes. "Fate," she breathed lightly, "is truly a strange thing."
The best way to comfort her was to kiss her, apparently, and Chyna was okay with it. "No backing out now." Asher smiled against her neck. Chyna's hands clenched at the fabric of his shirt as his lips buried further into her. After she broke his passionate kiss, she squealed. Her lips burrowed a line of kisses on his skin under his chin and she moaned again, less embarrassed this time. A grin spread across her lips, her eyes dried up, and with a soft growl, she pushed him back, laying him down, her knees on his sides and sitting on his lap. Her hands rested on his chest and she traced over his clothes lightly, leaning down to kiss him tenderly.
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Post by thatasher on Mar 18, 2012 21:45:34 GMT -5
Asher's eyebrows furrowed in worry as Chyna buried her head into his chest. Maybe he had made a mistake. Maybe it was a disappointment.
"Asher," she started, a breathless sigh escaping, "that- that was my first kiss." Asher hated that she seemed to be embarrassed.
"That just makes you all that much more beautiful." He sighed into her ear. "Untouched, all for me. My Porcelain Doll." He whispered soothingly into her ear, trying to encourage her and boost he confidence that seemed to be momentarily unstable.
"I- I've been waiting, too." She nodded. "For... you." Asher believed her. Well- he did and he didn't. He believed that she wouldn't lie to him, but he couldn't believe that a beautiful girl like her had yet to be kissed. Not that he was complaining. It made it all the better for him- for the both of them. To have each other for the first in everything was beautiful. To experience the first of everything together. He held her tight.
"As long as I am your last first kiss..." He muttered into her hair. "You are all mine." Asher repeated his earlier words more confidently and louder now. Chyna's hands wrapped around his shoulders once more, and her lips pressed lightly against his again, a small, gentle, loving kiss. Asher was frozen beneath her. He loved her so much! It hurt his heart when he thought about it. And here she was, kissing him on her own accord. His heart busted into a thousand pieces, putting itself together around hers- to hold and protect it. He mattered not any longer- it was all about Chyna now. It always had, but with her acceptance, it had increased ten fold.
Chyna smiled up to him after he finished. "Fate definitely is funny." She nodded, an idea popping in her head. "Your voice sounds so beautiful when I'm pressed against your chest, by the way." She beamed up to him and kissed his nose softly. Asher blushed and laid a hand on the other side of her head that faced away from him and gave a bit of pressure, comfortably holding her head to his chest.
"My chest is at your service anytime of day or night." He laughed.
"But my turn. I have a good story to tell you." Asher helped her get comfortable as she wrapped her legs around his back. He smiled widely. Finally...things were going his way. Chyna rested her delicate frame against him, resting her head against his neck, and her lips momentarily resting against his neck. He closed his eyes and smiled as he listened to her story, resting his chin on her head and wrapping his arms comfortably around her. Her voice seemed to break as she finished her story and he pulled away. Chyna tried wiping her eyes, but it didn't stop the next platoon of tears run from their places. Asher's heart broke. He never wanted to see her cry. He pulled her into his chest, cradling her close like a baby and rocking with her, bending down to kiss her on the forehead. "Don't cry, love."
"Fate," she breathed lightly, "is truly a strange thing."
"I think that would be a wonderful story to share with our little girls one day." Asher whispered seriously into her ear. Asher always wanted a daughter, a little princess to spoil like their mother before them. And filling little girls heads with stories of romance and true love was top of the list. Their parents story would be the perfect story of fate and love.
Asher smiled against her neck. Chyna's hands clenched at the fabric of his shirt as his lips buried further into her. After she broke his passionate kiss, she squealed. Her lips burrowed a line of kisses on his skin under his chin and she moaned again, less embarrassed this time. Asher let out a moan of his own to mock hers as she had. They fed off of each others energies.
The Gryffindor's eyes widened as he heard a growl and was pushed onto his back. He looked up into the girls eyes as she straddled him and he smirked. "I think I like dating a Slytherin." She bent her head down to kiss him and he ran his fingers through his soft hair. He would let her have his fun...for now. After a few moments with his eyes closed, letting her enjoy the "dominant" role, he laughed and rolled her over gently, making sure he didn't hurt her and lowered his lips to her, but holding his body up, avoiding pressing himself against her. She was delicate, and he didn't want to be too rough. "You little lynx." He whispered into her ear, taking her lower lip into his. With one hand, he caressed her cheek, running it down across her collarbone and down to her shoulder, following the path slowly with his kisses.
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Post by itschyna on Mar 18, 2012 22:17:39 GMT -5
As Asher comforted her embarrassed self, she blushed at his words. 'Porcelain Doll', he called her. Now she'd have to come up with something clever for him, but in time, of course. "Asher," she mumbled into his chest, "if I am your doll, you are going to be my puppy." She smiled into him and looked up to him. "My little baby puppy." She smoothed her hand through his hair and leaned up to kiss him on the forehead.
"My chest is at your service anytime of day or night." He laughed.
Chyna nuzzled into his chest further. "Mine." She mimicked his earlier statement and wrapped her arms around him protectively.
He pulled her into his chest, cradling her close like a baby and rocking with her, bending down to kiss her on the forehead. "Don't cry, love." Chyna leaned into him ever closer and pressed her nose and lips to the skin under his chin, taking in his alluring scent. 'You're so goddamn wonderful.' Chyna's tears slowed to a stop as she rested herself against him and dared to fall asleep. She was home, in his arms, his breaths becoming one with her own.
"I think that would be a wonderful story to share with our little girls one day." Asher whispered seriously into her ear. Chyna pulled her head back and looked at him in shock. Loving shock. She had always wanted little girls that she could teach her Asian culture to, to bring them up as beautiful young, independent women. She wanted to share them with their father- which she had always pictured to be Asher since she first laid eyes on him.
Chyna leaned into a tender but long kiss, her hands wrapping gently around the back of his neck and tickling lightly at his skin. With a breath, she sighed against his lips and rested her forehead on his. "As long as they know how much of a sweetheart their father was," she grinned, knowing he would react when she accepted his statement, "I am all game for telling that romantic story and you telling ours." She nodded. "Our own personal fable of your fight to win my heart." She giggled, "The fight that you did win."
He looked up into the girls eyes as she straddled him and he smirked. "I think I like dating a Slytherin." Chyna's playful growl came back and she hungrily kissed at his delicate neck until she was flipped over gently on her own back. His hands through her hair had made her stop and become unprepared for that. She huffed lightly as she was thrown off top and a fake pout came over her, but it quickly faded. "You little lynx." Chyna's eyes widened and she sent him a devilish wink.
"I'm no lynx-" she was cut off as he took her lip in his mouth, a moan escaping her yet again. She grinned and kissed him roughly, her hands wrapping around his back and pulling him down onto her. "But I sure as hell will make you love dating a Slytherin." She traced her palms down his sides lightly and leaned up to kiss his head as his lips trailed down her skin. She entangled her hands in his hair and wiggled down under him, a grin escaping her lips. Chyna leaned up on her palms and pressed her lips against his again, deciding that it was her new favorite thing in the world.
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Post by thatasher on Mar 19, 2012 1:31:26 GMT -5
Asher welcomed Chyna's long and gentle kiss. She was so delicate and sweet. She was his princess. Her fingers danced across his skin and he groaned happily. "I love you." He said and then froze. It was his natural response to say it. He panicked a little, but then shrugged his shoulders. He said what he meant and meant what he said. It had been six years- Chyna knew he loved her. He was just glad he had finally gotten to say it to her face.
With a breath, she sighed against his lips and rested her forehead on his. "As long as they know how much of a sweetheart their father was," she grinned, knowing he would react when she accepted his statement. Asher's jaw dropped, and he closed it with a cocky smirk.
"I knew you would come around. You love me- you want to kiss me." He leaned into her lips and kissed her, pulling back a few inches before dipping back in. He repeated this a few times. "They will all have your lovely eyes, and they will have my shining personality." He smiled up at her, slipping his hand under her shirt and squeezing her sides gently, rubbing his thumbs back and forth.
"I am all game for telling that romantic story and you telling ours." She nodded. "Our own personal fable of your fight to win my heart." She giggled, "The fight that you did win."
Asher grinned wildly at his woman. "It will be a long tale and cover many stories." He blushed. "Sorry for scaring you once in second year and causing you to trip down the stairs. I had never been so glad for Snape in my life." He had caught her before she fell to far. The fact that she had practically accepted that they would have children together sent chills up his spine, and he ran his hands up her skin on her sides.
"I'm no lynx-" she was cut off as he took her lip in his mouth, a moan escaping her yet again. Asher grinned.
"Ten points to Gryffindor." He laughed. She grinned and kissed him roughly, her hands wrapping around his back and pulling him down onto her.
"But I sure as hell will make you love dating a Slytherin." She traced her palms down his sides lightly and leaned up to kiss his head as his lips trailed down her skin. She entangled her hands in his hair. Asher felt him wiggle around under his body and he closed his eyes with a moan. Curse his teenage body. Six bloody years.[.i]
"I think I already do." He growled into her ear and bit harder at her neck, using one hand to caress her cheek. "You are my everything Chyna Herring." Sat up, still straddling her and looked down at her perfect body. She planned the wrong outfit for the day. He would have kissed at her shirt line- but would have thunk her to wear a sweater on a day like this. With a coy smile he scooted downward and lifted her shirt to expose her smooth tan stomach. He looked into her eyes and began kissing to smooth skin, kneading his hands into her side. His warm breath heated her bellybutton as he kissed diagonally and then into a square around her exposed skin. Yes, Asher Herring did indeed love Chyna Ngui.
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Post by itschyna on Mar 19, 2012 2:05:26 GMT -5
"I love you."
"I love you too."
She got it out, finally. Her mind skipped along with her heart, and she looked into his eyes. "Asher," she paused, covering her mouth with her hand. 'No, you mean it.' Her hand uncovered her mouth and she smiled confidently. "No, I really love you." She said again, near his ear, a grin on her lips.
"I knew you would come around. You love me- you want to kiss me." He leaned into her lips and kissed her, pulling back a few inches before dipping back in. He repeated this a few times. "They will all have your lovely eyes, and they will have my shining personality." He smiled up at her, slipping his hand under her shirt and squeezing her sides gently, rubbing his thumbs back and forth.
Chyna's skin jumped at his touch and an audible gasp and recover of her breath could be heard. "I do want to kiss you." She nodded helplessly, her hands and body weak at his touch. He squeezed her sides and then rubbed his thumbs along her waist. She moaned lightly and fell into his chest slowly, kissing down to his neck and licking back up. "Our children will be handsome and strong like you, with the ability to do the amazing things that you do," she grinned and ran her hand through his hair, exposing his pretty blue eyes, "and I want them to have your eyes. They're much more beautiful."
"It will be a long tale and cover many stories." He blushed. "Sorry for scaring you once in second year and causing you to trip down the stairs. I had never been so glad for Snape in my life."
Chyna giggled at him and rubbed her nose against his. "You are forgiven." She chuckled, tapping his chin in thought. "What about that time in potions where you popped up beside me and I got spooked, putting too much gillyweed into my gillywater mix." She laughed and stroked his cheek with her fingertips lightly. "Snape almost had a fit- no, he did have a fit."
"Ten points to Gryffindor." He laughed. She grinned and kissed him roughly, her hands wrapping around his back and pulling him down onto her. Chyna's mouth opened to protest, but his lips and hands were already moving. He moved down and lifted her sweater up over her stomach, exposing her heaving, slightly toned, tan belly. She squealed and smacked at his hand playfully but didn't push him off.
"You are my everything Chyna Herring." Chyna's gasp came because of two reasons- his adorable self, and his lips on her skin kissing her exposed flesh. Groaning, she wrapped her fingers around his locks of hair and massaged his scalp lightly, leaning up to look at him. Her stomach muscles tightened under him, she she winked towards him, her finger wiggling as a 'Come here' gesture.
Her eyes met his, and before he could say anything more, she giggled softly and lay back down on her back, her hair circling her face as if almost framing her. She closed her eyes and when she opened, they were his color again, but full of a burning passion. "Asher Herring, I would love nothing more than to stay as such."
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