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[homely_illiad]

WHEN: Week 05, 'Riddles in the Light' / Sunday January 8, 2008 / 6: 35 PM
WHERE: Quidditch Pitch
WHO: Slytherin Quidditch Team

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[perfect_paris]

Paris grinned darkly as he watched Hisoka bolt away. Snickering wildly, he ran a hand through his hair before shaking it out a bit. Ah, it felt so refreshing-- this picking on underclassmen business. Yes, it made Paris feel better about himself, and he wasn't afraid to admit that.

And Illiad-- Lord! Illiad was a sexy, silver-tongued fox. Paris couldn't prevent the swell of pride within him as Illiad chased Hisoka away with his delectable hisses.

"Oh, you were fabulous," Paris chuckled, turning to return Illiad's kiss on the cheek. "Mmm, the kid's a good player, but... God, Takurai? Give me a break."

Sighing, he leaned his head on top of Illiad's and he pulled him closer. "Well, so much for Quidditch practice. We'll have to call another... Or just go without one."

Paris shook his head and snickered. Sometimes his team was just pathetic. Today was a prime example of this.

"Mm, are you cold, love? We've been waiting here for awhile. Should we head back to the common room? Or can I shag you here?"

He added the last bit with a seductive grin and a kiss on Illiad's neck.

[homely_illiad]

"I don't shag in nature," Illiad said, raising an eyebrow, suddenly cold. And not temperature wise. "Not in the cold. Not anymore."

He sighed and knew that he might have just ruined the mood, so he pulled Paris close to him and looked up into his eyes.

"No, darling," he amended, quickly. "I want you in the warmth. C'mon. We'll go to a classroom with a grate and we'll lock the doors. Do you like hot chocolate?" he asked. He liked it, but only when it was dark, and luckily, he had some ingredients for that.

"We will curl up in the fire, yeah? And be warm and loved. I would like that."

[perfect_paris]

Paris furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity and slight worry. The tone in Illiad's voice had suggested something bad, but Paris didn't know what it was. He had to suppress his curiosity.

"Whatever you say, cara mia," he continued in a low voice. Paris couldn't hide the worry in his voice, but he quickly moved the conversation along. He smiled at Illiad's suggestion. "I love hot chocolate, Illiad."

He was about to add that he preferred it dark, but Illiad was thinking the same thought at the same thought, apparently! They were on the same wavelength a great deal of the time, actually...

"Mmmm," Paris purred, holding Illiad close to his chest. "I would like that as well, love. Come, let's go back to the castle. Our Quidditch team has failed us, eh?"

Gripping his broom tightly in one hand, Paris used his other hand to tug on Illiad's lovingly.