The hours had passed slowly, the minutes seeming to move by at a muggle snails pace and Cosette for all her composure, couldn't stop herself from glancing to the clock a little too frequently. Sunday nights always meant dinner at the family estate. Over elaborated meals where her mother would parade around as if she'd accomplished something by not burning the roast and her father proceeded to prod at Marcel's intentions for his future career. Every boy needed an ambition after all and Deverel Delacroix was a man who did not believe there was such a thing as 'too much' of anything. It actually pained Cosette to witness her brother, her twin, go through their father's constant line of questioning yet again and perhaps that was why when Madam Delacroix had caught sight of Cosette checking the time again she'd taken the opportunity and let loose the fib that fell too easily from her tongue.
They had homework for the next morning's class. A few chapters to study, a short assignment to write and a good night's sleep to be had. Of course it was all a lie but Cosette rightly didn't care. It had liberated both her and Marcel from the enduring company of their parents and now was affording them a rare moment to indulge some time alone. As they weren't expected back at Hogwart's for another couple of hours, Cosette couldn't stop her heart from racing at the idea they would be free to be themselves, just the two of them.
"Marcel! Marcel! With legs as long as yours, I'd think you'd be better able to keep up!" Cosette's voice chimed through the cool wind as she raced down the small hill just off to the side of the main road with her skirt tails raised from the ground and her fur lined hood fallen back off her head, allowing the chilled breeze to sweep her golden, long hair out in the air behind her. Darting beneath the lowest of the pines branches, Cosette was forced to duck lower than she'd planned but did not pause for even a breath as she weaved through the lined row of trees and at long last came flying out in to the vast, snow cover field that would eventually lead them back to Hogwart's...or such was the plan.
Coming to a stop at long last, Cosette's pinked cheeks flushed with the chill and the adrenaline alike that this rare sensation of freedom inspired and breathed the moment in deeply. Waiting only long enough to hear her much, much taller brother come cursing through the line of tree's Cosette sprang with all the elegance of a gazelle and thrust back in to an immediate sprint. "You'll never catch me if you don't at least fathom to earnestly try, Marc!" The young witch called back to her brother and ran as far through the fields as she could laughing before eventually her lungs burned like wild fire and she let herself collapse with her back against the broad, tall surface of a flat stoned bolder. Her young lungs heaving for the air they had long since been denied, or so at least it felt! The slender, soft curves of her shoulders rising and falling in rhythm with the supple rounds of her breasts beneath her cloak , all the while watching her brother draw near - having never really been to far back from her heels at all....
Grateful to his sister for the rescue from beneath his father's scrutiny Marcel knew what her chaste but heated looks had been about at dinner. They had rarely had a moment alone together recently and the temptation of one anothers company in the presence of others was a sweet torture that they both endured, enjoyed and suffered through.
Now out in the cooler night air Marc couldn't help the rough laugh that followed his sisters teasing. Running after her retreating form he watched the way her soft, silken hair bounced off her shoulders, how her feet peeked delicately out from the delicately decorated hem of her dress and the way her cloak shifted against her hips as she ran. Finding the edge of the treeline he redoubled his efforts, dodging the branches of the mighty oaks that threatened to rip and tear at his clothing.
Emerging onto the vast open expanse of snow covered clearing Marc spied his vixen of a sister catching her breath as she rested just ahead. Cursing as a branch caught him on the neck Marcel sprinted after her as she extended their chase. "I assure you Cosette dear, were I to catch you you'd forever be breathless!" He called after her. Alone they could tease each other and cross those boundaries forced upon them when around others, out here they could be the free forbidden fruit for one another that they desired to be.
Following after her at an easy pace Marc knew enough of his sister to know that she liked the chase, and one day he might even let her experience being caught- but for now he was content to follow her ghostly figure through the night.
Resting beside her moments after she had stopped Marc's own breathing slowed much faster than Cosette's. He was a fit and active man who excelled in his sports, and while she was as active as a lady could be her aids for her figure restricted her enough that he was hoping she might swoon into his arms.
As he watched her his eyes slipped to the edge of her bodice of their own accord; watching as her breasts rose and fell, pushing against the delicate lace around their edges as she struggled to catch her breath. Her cheeks were a rosy red, the exertion used to escape the confines of their family home adding a more alluring and sexual color to her palette. Her hair was slightly messed; small curls forming around the edges of her fair face like the halo of an angel just arrived from heaven.
Slipping a hand up he gently pulled a more unruly lock and set it back behind her ear, her small pearl earring dancing in the meager light as his hand brushed past. Meeting her gaze, he smiled. "Do you prefer these outings when we're alone?" He asked huskily. "Or do you feel safer with company?"
Of all the people in all the world, how it was that her brother could accomplish the task that most any other man could not was baffling. She was confident, well spoken and simply shined with a prowess in the presence of other man but here with Marcel, when they truly found themselves to be alone it took him mere seconds to have her blushing. It was almost embarrassing that fact that she did, knowing so well that no other man could ever drudge up the slightest pink on her cheeks no matter how hard they tried. She simply wasn't a witch that was easily embarrassed and so far from bashful that it was almost a bad thing.
'I assure you Cosette dear, were I to catch you you'd forever be breathless' rang through her ears repetitively. That low, husky voice of his spurring exactly the suggestive notion in her mind that he had likely hoped to achieve. Sinking in to the very idea, Cosette's cheeks began to burn with ripe rouge as she gently turned her face in to the side of his arm and hid her eyes from his sight.
Lifting one hand slowly, Cosette pressed her palm against his stomach in the range of his navel button before gingerly sliding the long, stroking caress further up his chest and between his pecs. Mirroring the motion of her hand, her eyes too began to rise from their bashful retreat in to his coat sleeve fabric and once more ascended to meet his stare directly. The passion of her gaze coming in second only to the sincerity of her words as she spoke them like a lover's lament; "You know I do...."
Breathing out slowly so a plume of white smoke trailed out from her lips, Cosette pulled her hand and eyes away from his figure all together and sighed in a deliberately sweet sound. "What reason would I have not to feel safe with you, Marc?" She inquired, the soft angelic lilt of her voice provoking a silent challenge in between the lines of her words. "What could you possibly ever do to sweet little me that should make me weary of being alone in your company?"
Watching with a grin as she looked away from him Marcel had no doubt that his teasing had hit the right spot- though it was dark and she was already colored from her exertions Cosette's cheeks were probably blushing at the thoughts his words put in her mind, her stomach was probably tightening in a delicious manner that was exciting and uncomfortable all at once and her breath was no doubt catching at the proximity of his body.
But Cosette was far from a shy and unassuming wall flower; she was more like fire and brimstone and everything that made a woman spark- and that was what was so compelling about her, and not just to her brother. Sure their Veela heritage no doubt helped them earn and legion of admirers, but he knew that it was the parts of her that were only the product of only her that were most compelling, that drew him in completely.
And she didn't disappoint.
As her hand trailed a blaze of fire up his torso, through his rough woollen coat and onto his skin Marc closed his eyes- imagining her delicate touch was against him with nothing between them. How the sweet temptation they teased one another with had swung in her favour was beyond him. It was never really clear how things had begun between them; all they knew was that they were too far gone to stop.
Opening his eyes as her hand paused on his chest Marc met the passion and desire in her eyes with the mirrored reflection of his own. "Indeed." He said huskily, his own words like a confession acknowledging what was transpiring between them.
His own breath tangled with hers in the crisp night air as she sighed before him. That in itself was a torture; she knew he lived for her, lived to see her happy and satisfied, and her sigh was a sign that she needed attention- something he was willing to give.
Smiling at her teasing enquiry Marc leant forward, the size of his form dwarfing her own. Reaching out with his hands he gently placed a hand either side of her slim waist, bracing his weight above her on the boulder behind her. Arching achingly slowly he stopped only as their bodies heat mingled between them, but no touch was exerted along their lengths.
"Cosette, I could show you things that would make you never want to be with anyone but me." He assured her, dipping his head towards her neck.
Breathing out he let his breath warm the exposed flesh, watching as it goose pimpled under his attentions. "That thought alone might make you hesitant."
Like a wolf, he smiled almost cruelly. A predator who knew his prey when he saw it but decided to wait and torment it a little first before striking. It was, in a nutshell, why she fancied her brother so much. He had a darkness to him that was far more addictive and potent than any drug or potion the earth had known. He moved with a formidable ease, spoke on a hauntingly seductive tone and had more than just the ability go get what he wanted - he had the ability to flat out take it. That was the reasons his very words - not his breath - caused a shrill, shiver to shudder up her spine and spot her skin with delightful little goosebumps.
However, Cosette was never one to surrender or submit to the will of someone else. It just wasn't in her nature to not rise to the occasion and push back when someone pushed her - and wasn't that exactly what Marcel was doing? "Marcel..." Cosette gently cooed, pushing herself up from her resting spot against the stone and blatantly up against his chest - breasts first. Those dangerous little fingers of hers thieving their way up from his hip to boldly dip under his shirt. Sliding the feather light touch of her finger tips to his midsection, Cosette pawed -or rather scratched like a cat - her way back down toward his belt line, assuring to sink her fingernails deep enough in his skin to leave a mark that would likely last a few days.
"Who ever said I wanted to be with anyone else in the first place?" She questioned as she tugged her hand out from beneath his shirt and rose up on her tip toes to gently bring her pout lips to the corner of his mouth. The kiss was chaste but lingered perhaps a breath to long before Cosette abruptly drew away, ducked under his arm still propped on the bolder and darted once again in to the field. Not quite running as much as she was simply carousing through the ankle high snow, just fast enough to stay a few steps ahead of him but not so much that Marcel would not be able to see the brief glances she took from over her shoulder. Those provoking glimpses filled with the essence of enchantment that all but set her blue eyes ablaze and silently challenged him again and again; 'Come get me'.
Hissing as the hot flesh of her chest burned him through the layers of fabric between them Marcel relished the challenge she offered. A tortured mix of flirtatious minx and coy fae she was a dichotomy of contrasts wrapped in the appearance of a beautiful young woman.
As his name left her lips on a soft breath Marcel smiled- this was the challenged that she presented. No matter how far her pushed she was right there and ready with her own force. Never a dull moment was had between them and the more challenging settings were around others, where her coy smiles and knack for vocabulary won out- but out here where they were alone he was the king. His form was more imposing, easier to use to marginalise her own and his words had always tended towards the more vulgar; a mannerism more for their private ears alone.
Grinding his teeth as her nails raked across his flesh Marcel's head fell back and the veins in his neck stood out- not from the pain but from the control he had to exert to keep himself rooted to the spot. He knew those marks would be there when he undressed tonight, as he bathed and washed himself down she would be on his mind; the forefront of his focus.
He hardened at the thought and hoped she'd feel the reaction, but she was gone too soon.
Tipping his head back down to reply to her query her kiss caught him momentarily off guard. Staring after her as she skipped through the light snow on the ground Marcel chuckled. Heading after her he used the advantage of his longer gait to keep pace with her as he walked briskly. She still kept ahead of him but the tease of another potential chase zinged in the air around them.
"No one mentioned your preference either way, my dear sister. I was merely assuming myself that you preferred my company above other."
She might have pulled away but Cosette had not been completely oblivious to the way her brother's body generally reacted to her close proximity. There were certain tells that always whispered on her ear in suggestion that he had liked something she'd done and, now glancing back at him, she could read the tense lines of his shoulders like an open book. The lush essence of desire burning in his eyes, it was illicit and forbidden and the fact that Marcel was always more likely to act on his desires when they were alone only added to the inebriation of the entire moment. It was exactly why Cosette yearned for it so much. She wanted to want him, wanted him to want her and as she felt the rate of her heartbeat accelerate deep in the cavity of her chest, she knew her body craved for things that is shouldn't.
Listlessly, Cosette trudged through the snow without falter. Like a snow fairy she moved with innate ease through the ankle high tundra and slowly came to turn about, daring enough to walk backwards so she might face him as they strolled. "It's a rather safe assumption, Marc." Cosette's sweet honey voice chimed in the short distanced between and casually swept back the wing fabric of one side of her cloak's front and tossed it over her shoulder - aptly exposing the square neck line of her dress as her fingers gently feathered down over top of the rising swell of her breasts.
"Who better than you? I know not of a single man that is so familiar with who I am, who knows me as earnestly as you do." Coming to a stop, Cosette let him catch up to her and gently lifted her chin to elevate her eyes in to his height so she could directly meet his stare. "[b]...I'd sooner be cast away as a spinster and never be married than not share in these moments with you, Marcel...."
His eyes followed the line of her hand as she traced the flesh of her cleavage. He dared to hope one day that his flirty touches to the skin there would be spurred onto a deeper passion, a more tender embrace of true lovers, rather than the sweet nothings they allowed one another.
Though they had bother become more bold in recent months. Especially Cosette. The freedom away from their parents and former governess' had let their more innocent flirtings develop into an illicit passion that they both revelled in fanning within each other.
Stopping before her, again bringing their bodies as close as possible without touching, he looked into her deep sapphire eyes and tried to ignore the temptation to reach out and mimic her hands own line across her flesh.
"No man had better know you as I do, dear sister; or he'd have to answer to me for the liberties he had taken with you." He assured her with a devilish grin.
"And I'd much rather retire to a sprawling country manor with you, than be forced into a match with a society climbing ninny. That is why we work so well together." He added, circling her in the snow. "We both see the true value of one another." Stopping again at her front this time he did let his hand run over the soft flesh at her bodice edge; the cool leather of his glove tracing the delicate lace hem at her chest.
Perking one finally manicured eyebrow out of, seemingly, innocent curiosity, Cosette softly chewed on her lower lip before gliding the pink, tempting muscle of her tongue between them and darting it hidden away back inside once again. Of course it left a shimmering trail along her mouth, giving her pouty lips a glossy sheen as she inched in a little closer to Marcel and ran each hand up the front pleats of his jacket. Feigning to smooth it out before tugging him slightly forward into her, Cosette lifted her chin and met the powerful presence of her brother's eyes head on.
"Pray tell, brother," She whispered on a hushed tone as she bumped her bosom to his chest and dug her fingers like latching little hooks into the folded fabric of his jacket. "For my mind is really quite intrigued, what would you do to a man who'd taken such liberties with me? Would you scold them?" She pauses here, adding a touch of the dramatic as one hand slithers up the front of his torso to his shoulder and throat.
"Would you threaten them?" Cosette coo's gently as she leans in to him with just a touch more pressure and steals her hand up all the way along his neck to the back nape and digs her fingers into his golden blond hair there with a sharp, single tug. "Would you beat them, brother? Would you wound them and break their bones for me?"
Dropping his hand from her chest Marc became instantly enamoured with her lips. Watching as the soft pink flesh of her tongue darted out and ran along the flushed pink of her lips was a tantalising tease. He had often wondered how her lips would feel beneath his. They had had chaste kisses, the kind that most siblings shared, but he yearned for more- and as he watched her keen icy eyes follow his gaze he knew that she too desired more for them.
Feeling the soft caress of her hands under the lapels of his coat Marcel let his breath out on a shaky white cloud. She was in her element tonight, a vixen and a virgin all wrapped into one tantalising package that teased and taunted with the expertise that came from knowing him so well.
His own cobalt blue eyes burned into hers as she pulled him against her. Curious where she was going Marc didn't stop or hinder her actions, but let her manipulate him as she pleased.
At her questions Marc temper flared, imagining some faceless and shapeless cad having any kind of contact with her. Sneering as she pulled his head back Marc kept the intensity of her gaze, his anger at the thought of another with her alone such as this fuelling his rage in his mind's eye.
Sliding his hands up either side of her corseted waist he let the silk of her dress brush under his fingers as he slid his hands beneath her cloak. Pulling her more against him Marc didn't know where they were headed, this was a whole new territory for them. They had never been this close, never been this charged- he had tried, Lord knew he had tried; but Cosette always seemed to back off, flittering like a scared deer.
Sliding his hands higher up her waist Marc's hands came to rest just below her bust. Lifting her gently he released some of the delicious pressure she had placed on his neck, while also bringing her that much closer to him.
"I would do that much and more, sister dear. There is no power on this earth that could prevent the sway of ramifications brought about by me in your defence." He assured her, the breath of his promise condensing in the air between them and wrapping itself around the slender column of her throat. "Whatever was needed to ensure you the life, privileges happiness and love that you so rightly deserve I would do within a heartbeat.
"That, when combined with the fact that anyone who dared to touch you the way I do, with the intentions that I posses, most certainly has a death wish- one I am so glad to see put to right, is all the assurance you need of my love and devotion."
The higher his hands moved the harder it was to breath. The sensuous little Veela witch, usually unnerved by no man, was often paralyzed by the sheer intensity of her brother. Their flirting had always been a game but when she had hit maturity and started to 'fill in' in all the best of ways, Marcel had taken more notice than expected. Of course, his ferocious feelings for her were partially her fault. She had always fluttered about and teased, even with him as children she'd skipped around and insisted he'd tell her just how beautiful she was or how much he loved her. It was innocent then but now? Growing into adulthood? More and more it lost it's innocence and more and more Cosette had started to fear the powerful her brother had grown into - fear and lamentably desire.
She had told herself often their passion for one another was simply out of love, sharing the womb often drove twins to be closer than any other siblings could be. There was a strong bond, a strong magical bond there and blessed by the beauty of their Veela it was simply enhanced three fold in their particular case, or so she told herself when moments like these occurred. Though it was a hard thing to deny when starring up into her brother's eyes, she could see less of his inhibition about being around her.
"One day it will happen, brother." Cosette lamented. "One day father will marry me off to some man and you and I shall be separated again." And the little Veela witch was right, she knew it in her heart. Her hand would be given to which ever wizard bid the highest, offered the best business proposal or brought to the table something that would help accelerate the Delacroix name in status and title. Releasing her hand from the harsh hold in his hair, Cosette slid it from around back his nape and down along his throat to rest upon one collar bone.
It broke her heart, knowing they would be separated - not even in lieu of these impassioned games but simply because she loved her brother as a sister should. She loved him and she did not want be traded like currency into another man's hands only to be bedded and impregnated, to be stuffed upon some alter like a trophy wife when all she wanted was to be understood - and Marcel was that source of understanding. He took care of her when she was sick, wiped her tears if she had fallen from a swing and had, yes, painted more than a handful of boys at school eyes black when they'd conducted themselves in a less than appropriate way around her.
Sighing heavily, Cosette pushed her forehead down into her brother's chest and curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. Content to just hold him for a moment, she let the wash of his fragrance fill her senses and the heat of his body warm her over from the outside cold. "...we should be on our way, Marcel." Cosette said softly, as she pushed from his chest and started away. Not quite realizing exactly what forest it was they had stumbled unto the edge of - confusing it with another as she passed beneath a few branches and headed deeper inside the forbidden forest. Once again, it was obvious that Cosette had turn and ran from this thing between herself and her brother, refusing to believe that there was anything wrong with loving a sibling as passionately as they loved each other...
Sighing in frustration; both at her words, their meaning and at the realisation that he had pushed her too far again, he smiled at her as she pressed their foreheads together. It was true- one day she would be sold into marriage, for that is what it was in reality. They could dress up both her and the occasion as a wonderful worldly tradition of love, chastity and hope but the truth was that she was to be traded for whatever value their father deemed appropriate.
And the future was no less bleak for him.
He too would be matched with a girl, one probably just like his sister- young beautiful and wealthy. He would be expected to care and cherish her and provide for her the life that she was accustomed to- at the very least.
In truth his father hoped for nothing less than greatness- in his personal life and in his professional accomplishments.
Something that Marc dreaded.
He had yet to settle on a profession, and that was as much due to his own ambivalence to any job and his fear of not meeting with the expectations of his father.
Brought back to the present as Cosette slipped from his arms and their tender embrace he followed after her into the night, deeper into the forest.
OOC Note: I tried to grab you on chat but you were mia today... Where did u want to head now? I can add more here I just wasn't sure if we had settled on a plan for them now that the flirting is done....
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