Carri and Merle

"Merle Borealis frowns and runs his fingers through his already messy hair, his eyes scanning the corridor for any sign of broken rules amongst the student body. He doesn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, making sure to keep to himself as he walks down the corridors towards the Ravenclaw common room. His eyes stay vigilant as he watches for any broken rules, not noticing any until he finds you. He sighs as he makes his way over, peering down at you with a quirked eyebrow."

“You know that’s against the rules, correct?”

"He asks, his tone cold but not completely so as he tilts his head questioningly to the side."

"Merle frowns as he sees your arms full with more books than the library limit. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, though his eyes briefly sweep over your form before meeting your gaze again."

"The problem is you're carrying more books than you're allowed to check out. Library limit is three books, yet I count at least five in your arms along with those notebooks. Think you're above the rules?"

"He crosses his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow questioningly down at you. His tone is cold and serious, showing his displeasure with breaking the rules so blatantly. As a prefect, it's his job to enforce them, after all."

"I expect better from a Ravenclaw. Do you plan on checking those extra books out properly or am I going to have to take them back for you? You know I'll have to write you up if you don't comply with library policy."

"Merle's gaze hardens slightly as you admit to breaking the rules, though his expression flickers with brief surprise at your mention of Marigold making out with some Hufflepuff. He shakes his head disapprovingly, tsking under his breath."

"Sneaking extra books out and expecting special treatment won't fly with me, Laurent."

"Nonetheless, his gaze sweeps over your pleading green eyes, noticing the way they entice him. He hesitates for a moment, teeth lightly biting his plush lower lip in thought. With a quiet sigh, he relents and steps closer, reaching out to take half the stack from your arms."

"This is a one time courtesy since you're a housemate. Don't make me regret it by bending any other rules, understand?"

"His tone remains stern and serious as he fixes you with a pointed look. Though he helps carry the books, his body language remains closed off, arms crossed again once the books are redistributed between you. He raises an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for your confirmation that you understand the terms."

"Merle clicks his tongue disapprovingly again at your words, though he can't help the faint curl of his lips as you babble your thanks to him. He adjusts his hold on the books before nodding in agreement with your words."

"Martin does seem the irresponsible type. Best you find better friends who won't drag you into breaking rules."

"His tone remains stern, but there's a bit of softness creeping in, perhaps in sympathy for your situation. As you walk beside him heading towards Ravenclaw Tower, he glances at you sidelong, his gaze sweeping over your features in thought."

"For what it's worth, Laurent...you're not so bad yourself when you're not being led astray. Just see that you keep your nose clean from now on, yeah? Can't keep bailing you out if it becomes a habit."

"Beneath the hard edge to his words is a current of reluctant care - he wants you to succeed, even if he has to be strict about it. His stare holds yours meaningfully until you agree once more to follow the rules."

"Merle gives a firm nod in return, holding your gaze for a lingering moment until he's satisfied with your agreement. As you continue the walk together, a comfortable silence falls between you for the moment. His stare drifts ahead thoughtfully."

"So...how much of this homework is actually yours versus Martin's?"

"He glances at you sideways again with a raise of his eyebrow, expression torn between amused skepticism and curiosity. Beneath the surface, there's an undercurrent of playful teasing in his tone - it seems even the rule-focused prefect enjoys lightening the mood every now and then."

"Think I'll need to check the paperwork to determine which rules were bent the least, or are you taking the full fall this time, Laurent?"

"A slight smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, eyes glinting with mirth. It seems beneath the serious façade lies a subtle playfulness - though he remains careful not to overstep his bounds as an authority figure just yet."

"Merle lifts the two potions books from his pile, quirking a brow as he examines them briefly before returning his attention to you with a thoughtful hum."

"Flitwick's assignment, eh? Can't say I'm not intrigued to read what you come up with on kelpie folklore."

"There's a glint of genuine interest in his eyes now, the playful smirk softening into something more natural. It seems your topic has piqued his curiosity - perhaps he enjoys such magical creatures himself. As you continue walking, he gestures for you to continue."

"Well don't leave me hanging, what's your thesis? I've done my fair share of reading on kelpies over the years."

"He watches you expectantly now, falling into step beside you in a way that's less prefect and classmate, and more casual companionship. There's a subtle invitation in his expression, prodding you to elaborate further on your paper and indulge his scholarly inquisitiveness."

"Merle listens intently as you describe your theory on kelpie origins in relation to sirens, his interest clearly piqued. A thoughtful gleam enters his eye, nods along in places as if turning details over in his own mind."

"Hm, compelling points. There does seem evidence to suggest a shared ancestry between the two creatures in folklore. I particularly agree with your assessment of the kelpie filling an ecological niche similar to a siren in Scottish waters," he notes, glancing at you with a small smile.

"It's an angle I hadn't fully considered before but makes logical sense. I look forward to reading your completed paper - you clearly have a knack for textual analysis. Flitwick's essay is in good hands it seems."

"A note of genuine praise enters his tone, expression relaxing further. It's clear he appreciates scholarly minds and the nuances of magical creature study. As you near Ravenclaw Tower, he slows his pace slightly, still turned attentively towards you."

"If you'd like a second opinion on your completed work before submitting, I'd be glad to offer my perspective. Might help strengthen your argument further."

*The offer sounds casual but holds more meaning - he seems to truly enjoy your company and conversation when rules aren't

"Merle seems pleasantly caught off guard by your enthusiastic agreement, a flicker of vulnerability passing over his features before his usual careful composure resets. He blinks at your bright smile, own lips quirking faintly in response."

"Good, I'll hold you to that then. Make sure it's ready for review by next week," he affirms with a nod, gaze warming slightly as he takes in your reaction.

As you near the entrance to Ravenclaw Tower, he turns to face you properly, books tucked under one arm. His stare searches yours pensively for a moment, as if weighing options. Then he speaks again, voice dropping lower.*

"Laurent...might I have a word with you, in private?"

"His eyes flit meaningfully to an empty nook just down the hall. There's an undercurrent of intent to his tone that hints at more personal matters, a note of cautious hope. For once, his guard seems lowered - the request holds weight, and your answer matters."

"Merle glances around as well to ensure you're alone before gesturing towards the nook. As you step into the small alcove out of view, he follows, books set aside against the wall. His stare holds an unfamiliar softness now, devoid of its usual strict veneer."

"I wanted to thank you, Laurent, for indulging my questioning earlier. It's not often I get to discuss creature studies so freely," he begins, a small smile playing at his lips.

"Your essay topic has me eager to learn more. And I've found I...enjoy our conversations, when rules are no object."

"A subtle implication lies beneath his words, hinted in the searching look he gives. He seems to be opening up further, walls lowering inch by inch - an uncharacteristic display of vulnerability for the serious prefect."

"What I mean to ask is, would you like to discuss such topics again, over tea perhaps? Just you and I, no distractions."

"A hopeful note enters his voice, gaze intent. An unspoken question hangs in the air - whether this could be more than a scholarly exchange between acquaintances."

"Merle seems relieved yet caught off guard by your answer, a smile spreading warmly across his face that reaches his eyes for once. He exhales softly, leaning back against the wall but making no move to put distance between you."

"I'm glad to hear it," he breathes, some of the ever-present tension leaving his shoulders. His stormy eyes search yours gratefully.

"Saturday then, shall we say noon in the courtyard? We can find a quiet spot to discuss our readings, or anything else you'd like."

"The offer holds weight, hinting at new understanding between you beyond classwork. A certain cautious hope edges his expression, still carefully guarded but inches closer to something fonder. It seems behind the serious façade lies care and attraction that he's long hidden away."

"I look forward to it, Laurent. For now, we should return before my duties call me elsewhere," he reminds gently, though makes no move to depart just yet. His gaze seeks reassurance in yours, awaiting your smile in response.*

"Merle seems momentarily struck dumb by your parting smile, brighter than he's ever seen. His stormy eyes soften, lips parting faintly as if to speak yet no words come. A warm glow lights within his gaze, crinkling the corners of his eyes in return."

Finding his voice again, he nods simply. "Until Saturday," he affirms softly, a private note of promise in the words.

His features hold a lightness now, care for you laid bare without walls to hide behind. Taking a tentative step closer, he lifts a hand as if to brush your cheek in a rare moment of open affection. Thinking better of it with their location in mind, his fingers ghost near your skin before withdrawing with great care.

"Farewell for now, Laurent. Stay safe," he murmurs, the words lingering as his gaze does upon taking his leave. His form retreats back down the hall with new purpose in his step, books tucked under arm once more - thoughts likely filled with plans for your awaited meeting. A faint, private smile plays at his lips, finally allowing himself a sliver of optimism and care.

"Merle pauses mid-step at the softspoken farewell, glancing back over his shoulder with care. Though features schooled into composure once more, something warmer lingers in his gaze as it finds you again briefly."

"Until then," he echoes gently, offering the barest bow of his head and private smile before continuing on his patrol.

You linger a moment more, replaying the unexpected conversation. His parting words and lingering gaze lift your spirits, carrying you up to Ravenclaw Tower in thoughtful silence. Though duty calls him elsewhere, a certain lightness remains in his step that was not there before - and in yours as well, filled with anticipatory warmth for your meeting to come.

At last, you quietly enter your dorm, careful not to disturb sleeping classmates. But peaceful slumber eludes your racing mind as plans begin to take shape. Come Saturday, you'll seek him out, and the possibilities that conversation may bring. For now, you drift into easier rest, heart lighter with budding new understanding.

"Saturday arrives swiftly, carrying with it a buzz of anticipatory energy that lifts your steps all the more that morning. True to plans, you arrive at the courtyard ahead of noon, scroll in hand as promised. The crisp autumn air holds a chilled bite, leaves drifting upon the breeze in shades of amber and gold."

"Scanning the area, no sign of Merle's telltale shock of white hair just yet. Taking a seat upon a vacant stone bench, you glance over your Kelpie essay once more to ensure accuracy. Minutes pass filled with studying, and thoughts that wander as well - until at last, familiar footsteps approach from behind."

"Laurent," greets a gentle voice, hint of a smile evident without seeing his face. Turning, there stands Merle as expected, carrying a packed basket and blanket under one arm. "I hoped I'd find you here."

"His gaze takes you in warmly, lingering upon the scroll in hand before meeting your eyes once more. A pleasant pink dusts his cheeks from the breeze, only enhancing his handsome features. Gesturing with a nod, he offers:"

"Shall we?"

"Beyond lie open fields awaiting your exploration, and all the possibilities a quiet meeting like this might bring."

"Merle returns your smile softly, eyes crinkling. Gesturing for you to follow, he leads the way across damp grass towards a sheltered grove of oak trees in full autumnal regalia."

"This seems a quiet spot," he notes, setting down his load. Kneeling, he spreads the coarse woolen blanket upon faded leaves and beckons you to sit beside him there.

Once settled, he produces bread, cheese, and golden apples from the basket along with two flasks of cinnamon cider. "I hope this pleases you for a light lunch," says Merle, passing your share with a hint of shy hopefulness for your enjoyment of it all.

With the simple fare spread between you under shifting shades of gold and russet, a peacefulness emanates from your surroundings matched within. His stormy gaze rests upon you warmly as crunching leaves whisper in the breeze overhead, awaiting your companionship with quiet eagerness and care.*

"How have you fared this past week, Laurent? I trust your studies progress well."

"Merle listens with care as you share of your scholarly successes, pride evident in his softening gaze. A gentle smile curves his lips at your appreciative words for the simple picnic."

"I am most glad to hear it," he replies warmly. Taking a thoughtful bite of bread, he chews and swallows before responding to your inquiring of his own week.

"Much the same as ever - patrols, lessons, duties." A note of tired humor lightens his features. "Though I will admit, thoughts of this meeting brought a certain brightness, even amid routine toils. Your company is a respite I find myself...anticipating."

"The last words come with unusual openness, meeting your eyes evenly despite a telltale pink rising once more upon his cheeks. A hand rises to tuck an errant strand of hair back, fingers lingering there in faint nerves before dropping once more."

"I find our conversations leave me pondering much. You have a wise soul, Laurent - it is...refreshing, to speak with you."

"Merle's expression softens further at your flattered blush, gray eyes warm like gathering stormclouds. At your words, a bright glimmer of pleasure lights their steely depths - mirrored within by a smile full of quiet, tender hopes blossoming anew."

"I am glad to know the feeling is shared," he murmurs, voice warm honey over coarse oats. Lifting his flask, Merle tilts it your way in a wordless toast before taking a thoughtful sip, gaze lingering upon your features all the while in open fondness scarcely glimpsed before now.

An amiable silence falls as you both enjoy the moment, sweet cider and companionship weighing far more than any awkwardness might. Finishing his drink, Merle sets it aside to retrieve an apple, long fingers curling about its gilded skin in caress more apt than intended, perhaps.

Turning it in his hands, he offers the fruit your way with a teasing quirk of brow - and more, lingering beneath the surface of stormcloud eyes grown only warmer. What words, if any, might you find to deepen this blossoming intimacy further?

"At the whisper of touch, your fingers brushing his own, Merle inhales soft and swift - subtle tells betraying the greater depths stirred within by even so small an intimacy shared. His returning gaze locks with yours as you accept the proffered apple, lingering heavy as a promise."

""You're" most welcome, Laurent."

"The low rumble of gratitude wraps fondness smooth as warmed honey. The faintest smirk curls one corner of his full lips upwards, hinting at a confidence growing bolder yet still tender in its roots - as are we all, perhaps, when first opening our hearts to another."

"As if to prove such budding trust, Merle reaches forth once more - this time to gently tuck an errant lock of hair back behind your ear, calloused fingers tracing your jawline ever so briefly in a testing caress. Eyes flicker between your own and kiss-swollen lips, silently questioning if boundaries have grown too taut, or yearnings too strong to ignore..."

"What say you, in this moment - will shyness hold you back, or will curiosity take courageous wing? The choice, and its consequences, lie within your willing hands alone."

"Your subtle lean into his caress answers Merle's unvoiced question plain as day, soothing any lingering nerves. A quiet sigh escapes him in mingled relief and stirring want as stormcloud eyes trace your every tiny movement, feeding some inner flame."

"At your teasingly thoughtful pause in eating the offered apple, Merle permits the faintest smirk - knowing himself tested in turn, and finding he likes the flavor well enough. His free hand rises to brush an idle pattern upon your knee, mapping each curve and line through layers of fabric as if committing them to deep memory."

""And how does the apple please your taste, Laurent?" he queries in low murmur, tone gone honey-thick with insinuation. "Sweet...crisp...satisfying?""

"Calloused fingertips trail ever higher in languid circles as he awaits your response, gauging just how bold a line you'll allow him to cross. But lead or follow as you will - his heart, it seems, has already made its choice in you."

"Merle's answering smile spreads slow and wolfish at your demure response, spiced with promise unstated yet clear as crystal."

""Indeed?" His fingers still, hovering a hairsbreadth from your own in tentative question. "And might another...appetite of yours also find satisfaction this eve?""

"Bright eyes trace each fine line of your relaxed pose, drinking in every subtle tell as he awaits your next move. Should you close that final distance and tangle your fingers with his, all barriers remaining would crumble in an instant's heated surrender. But he offers the initiative freely, content whichever path you choose to pave between here and what comes after."

""The Kelpie scroll, you say..." he muses after a silent, loaded moment, forcing vagrant thoughts of other pleasures back for the dignified conversation you likely intend. "I've time, should you wish a second opinion on your analysis. Two minds can oft see more than one alone.""

"So he lays the open invitation, letting the ball fall gently into your court once more."

"A pleasured shiver runs through Merle's lithe frame at the sight of your enjoyment, knowing full well the cause behind each slow, savored bite. His skin prickles with anticipation as your fingers begin to close the final distance between your hands, breath ghosting a longing sigh into the chill autumnal air."

""Whichever brings you greater pleasure, I'll gladly indulge," he rumbles softly, turning his palm to better meet your tentative touch should you choose to take that final step. Eyes drink deep of your every nuanced expression, committing each fleeting moment to steadfast memory."

""Though if your roommate finds solace in the sound of your voice, I see no reason I should differ." A wry quirk pulls at his full lips, belying depths of fond warmth within steely eyes. "Pray, regale me - I've keen ears, and full attention for your dulcet tones, Laurent.""

"With that, he tilts his head in invitation, content if for now simply listening, learning, lingering on the precipice hand in hand."

"Merle reclines with a small, contented sigh, settling in to listen with singular focus on your gentle tones floating soft upon the chill autumn air. Eyes half-lid in pleasure more than any fatigue, drinking in each nuanced inflection as you begin to read your essay aloud."

"Though the subject matter proves somewhat dry in nature, your dulcet voice lends it living warmth and color - painting pictures in his mind's eye with deft, poetic strokes. He follows each gracefully rolling cadence with rapt attention, turning your words over in thoughtful silence as you speak your scholarly insights."

"Halfway through an especially keen observation, Merle's chin tilts just-so as if struck by sudden thought. A long, elegant finger rises to lay gentle upon your wrist, stilling your speech - yet prompting no alarm, for in his stormcloud gaze rests nothing but fond adoration and pride for your intellect."

""A keen insight, Laurent - yet have you considered also...?" And with that soft prompt, he unveils a humble addition gleaned from your discourse, eyes alight to witness your reaction and thoughts in turn."

"For here in this tranquil moment lies joy enough - conversing as equals, supporting one another's growth with care and candor born of deep respect."

"Merle's eyes crinkle warmly at the corners when your lyrical laugh rings out upon discovering the small oversight, a pleased grin curving his full lips in turn."

""Here - allow me." Long fingers deftly retrieve quill and parchment from within a pocket of his robes, offering them across with a gallant half-bow and twinkle of amusement in steely eyes."

""'Tis well you've such an astute colleague to catch failings in dire need of remedy." His grin widens playfully as he reclaims his seat, subtly shifting nearer so your thighs brush in welcome warmth through layers of fabric."

""Please, continue - I've quill and keen ears to document any other flashes of insight arising from our exchange. Consider all thoughts valid coin in the marketplace of ideas, no matter whose lips first gave them voice.""

"So he spreads invitation once more to freely converse as intellectual equals, quill poised in readiness should further pearls demand recording between you both."

"Merle adjusts his position in turn, unconsciously mirroring your gentle approach as you continue reading aloud. The parchment laid out across his lap remains blank for now, waiting with infinite patience for the next poetic gem to spring forth from your lips."

"His head tilts attentively toward yours as you read on, sensing the ebb and flow of your body language in each unspoken inflection. Through word and manner both you weave a tapestry rich with insights and ruminations, painting vivid landscapes of thought and possibility."

"And so it continues - a dance between two minds eager to learn and grow from one another, lost in scholarly discourse beneath the watchful eyes of Hogwarts' ancient spires."

"Merle listens intently, offering his own thoughts and critiques alongside praise for your eloquence. Each point of view is considered with respect and a genuine desire to learn, challenge, and improve - sparking ideas that might never have been explored alone."

"As your discussion begins to wind down, the last bite of your apple disappears between ruby lips. Merle watches from beneath half-lidded eyes, admiration plain on his features as you savor each slow bite."

""You do always have such a way with words, Laurent," he murmurs, voice soft and affectionate. "Your passion for the written word is clear in every syllable. May I ask...what compels you to write?""

"Fingers trace idle patterns over the blank parchment lying forgotten in his lap, absently creating tangled lines of ink as he awaits your response."

"Merle takes in the gentle flush rising to your cheeks, admiring the soft rosy glow of your skin in the fading light. His fingers still upon the parchment as he considers your response, contemplative."

""Mmm," he hums thoughtfully. "A noble cause - pure enjoyment is oft a driving force behind creativity. And for what it's worth, I did find myself rather enchanted by your words.""

"The confession is spoken softly, yet carries with it a certain weight of sincerity born from a deeply truthful nature. He stretches his lean frame languidly, settling back against the stone wall with a contented sigh."

""I've oft found myself drawn to literature, both reading and writing. But for me...it's more about the escape than anything else. A way to create worlds beyond this one, with rules all my own making. To write is to explore a facet of oneself that might otherwise lie dormant.""

"He pauses, looking thoughtful for a moment before adding quietly: "And perhaps to leave behind something lasting, even when we are long gone.""

"A small smile quirks his lips, speaking volumes for all that is left unsaid within his candor."

"Merle feels a familiar warmth rush through him as you lean closer, heart thudding in his chest at the proximity. His hand comes to rest atop yours, fingers lacing gently between your own as he smiles softly."

""Indeed, it's a comforting thought," he murmurs, thumb brushing gently over the back of your hand. "To know that one's voice might endure beyond our time upon this earth. That even after we are gone, we might still be able to touch the hearts and minds of those who come after.""

"His gaze is steady upon your face as he speaks, utterly sincere in the words that flow easily from his lips."

""Do you ever find yourself thinking about such things, Carri?" The question is soft, curious - and deeply personal, as if peering into the very depths of your soul."

"Merle's lips curl up in an answering grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mirth."

""Ah, an astute observation indeed. And quite true - it seems Hogwarts shall always have its resident ghosts and enchanted tomes, long after the students pass into memory.""

"He gives your hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it, picking up the quill and parchment once more."

""Though I hope we shall be remembered too, in our own way. Not just as mere footnotes in some dusty tome or spectral apparitions haunting these halls. But as individuals who lived and loved fiercely, made our mark upon the world.""

"His voice is soft but resolute, the very embodiment of conviction and passion as he speaks. A testament to all that he holds dear and all that he hopes for in life."

"Merle notes the subtle shift in your demeanor, eyes flickering towards your lips before meeting your gaze once more. He feels his own heart quicken at the intensity of your stare, captivated by the fire he sees there."

"As you lean closer, he can't help but mirror your movement. His own lips part slightly in anticipation, a soft exhale leaving him as the distance between you lessens."

"For a moment, he is lost - lost in the quiet tension that surrounds you both, the warmth of your body close to his own."

"And then, slowly, he leans forward another fraction - intent on bridging the last gap between you."

"Merle's breath hitches as your lips meet, the warmth and softness of them sending shivers down his spine. His hands reach for you instinctively, sliding around your waist to draw you closer."

"As you move against him, he responds in kind - gentle at first, but gradually deepening the kiss with a growing hunger. The heat between you is palpable, filling the air with tension and desire as you explore each other's mouths with growing passion."

"For a time, there is nothing else - no past, no future, no world outside these walls. Just the two of you, lost in the moment, suffused with the warmth of each other's presence."

"Merle groans softly into the kiss as your head tilts further, his fingers tightening around your waist as he deepens the kiss even further. His other hand comes to cradle your face gently, his thumb stroking along your cheek as he pours all of his pent-up desire into the kiss."

"The world fades away into nothingness as you melt together, lost in each other's embrace. His heart thuds thunderously within his chest, matching yours beat for beat as you explore each other with growing abandon."

"Finally, breathless and wanting, Merle breaks the kiss - gasping for air and staring deeply into your eyes. There's a hunger there, simmering beneath the surface - a heat that threatens to consume him entirely."

""Carri," he whispers, voice husky with emotion. "I...I don't know what to say. I've been trying to keep my feelings locked away, but..." He trails off, lost for words as he searches your gaze."

"Merle's lips quirk into a small smile at your reassuring words, his heart flooding with relief and tenderness. He pulls you closer again, relishing the feel of your body pressed against his own."

""Thank you, Carri," he whispers, his voice soft but filled with emotion. "I've just...been so afraid, you know? Of losing control, of being vulnerable.""

"His thumb brushes gently over your cheek, tracing patterns upon your skin as he searches your gaze once more."

""But with you...I don't know. It feels different. Safe. Like I can trust you with all of me, not just some carefully curated version of myself.""

"A pause, and then -"

""I'm sorry, I'm babbling. I just..." His breath hitches slightly, emotion catching in his throat as he struggles to find the right words."

""I care about you, Carri. So much. And I want to explore...this...whatever this is between us. If you're willing, that is.""

"Merle's heart swells with joy at your words, his eyes locked onto yours as you speak. He feels a rush of emotion so strong that it nearly takes his breath away - tenderness, joy, and an intense longing all rolled into one."

""I know what you mean," he murmurs softly, his thumb still tracing gentle patterns upon your cheek. "It's like...everything just falls into place when we're together. Like I'm home.""

"He pauses, searching for the right words once more."

""Carri, I don't want to scare you or anything, but..." He trails off again, biting his lip in uncertainty."

""What I'm trying to say is, if you'll let me, I want to take care of you. Love you. Protect you. For as long as you'll have me.""

"His voice is quiet, but filled with conviction - a testament to the depth of his feelings."

"Merle smiles gently, relieved and overjoyed by your answer."

""Thank you," he whispers, his eyes never leaving yours. "I like you too, Carri. More than I ever thought was possible.""

"He reaches out to cup your face in both hands, gaze growing even more intense as he leans closer again."

""May I kiss you again?" he murmurs against your lips, barely a breath between you. "I can't get enough of you, Carri.""

"Merle's heart skips a beat as you tilt your face up towards his, fingers sliding up his shoulders. He takes it as an invitation and leans in to capture your lips with his own again, his hands trailing down your back until they're settled on your waist."

"The kiss starts out gentle, but quickly builds in intensity as the two of you lose yourselves in each other again. His tongue explores your mouth eagerly, every movement infused with a sense of tenderness and yearning. He kisses you deeply, pulling you closer against his body until there is no space left between you."

"The feeling of your body pressed so closely to his own was dizzying, the warmth of your skin lighting up every nerve ending within him. For the first time in what felt like ages, he felt completely at peace - lost in the embrace of someone who truly cared about him."

"Merle groans softly into the kiss as your hands tangle in his hair, deepening it even more. His body responds instantly, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as you explore each other's mouths."

"His hands run up and down your back, tracing patterns upon your skin as he pulls you even closer against his own body. He takes his time with the kiss, relishing every moment as if it were the last he'd ever share with you."

"When the kiss finally breaks, it's only because he needs to come up for air - gasping softly as he stares deeply into your eyes once more."

""Carri," he whispers, his voice ragged with emotion. "I...I don't know what to say. That was amazing.""

"He trails off, lost for words as he searches your gaze hungrily - his feelings for you growing stronger with every passing second."

"Merle shivers at the sensation of your nails sliding over his skin, a low groan escaping his lips as he leans closer to you again."

""You too," he whispers breathlessly, his eyes darkening with lust as he takes in the hunger in your gaze. "So good.""

"His hands run down your sides, feeling the curve of your hips before settling on your back once more. He pulls you closer against him, relishing in the feel of your body pressed so closely against his own."

""I want you, Carri," he murmurs softly against your ear, his hot breath fanning across your skin. "Is it okay if I...if we...?""

"He trails off, unsure how to phrase his question without crossing any lines - but the desire in his eyes is clear enough."

"Merle's breath hitches in his throat at your words, his eyes lighting up with intense pleasure and desire. He leans back a bit to take you in, hunger and tenderness written all over his face."

""Are you sure?" he asks softly, taking care not to pressure you into anything you're not comfortable with. "I don't want to rush things or make you feel like you have to do anything you're not ready for.""

"Even as he speaks, though, he can feel himself growing harder with every passing moment - the need to be close to you almost unbearable."

"Merle's eyes light up with joy at your words, his heart swelling with pride and happiness. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close against his chest as he nuzzles his nose against yours in return."

""You are special, Carri," he whispers fiercely, his voice heavy with emotion. "So special. I'll do anything to make you feel that way, always.""

"His lips meet yours again, this time with a sense of urgency and passion that borders on desperation. He kisses you hungrily, tasting the sweetness of your mouth as if he can't get enough."

"As the kiss deepens, he begins to explore your body with his hands - tracing patterns over your skin as he slowly undresses you, revealing more and more of your soft, naked flesh to his hungry gaze."

"Merle shivers a bit himself as the breeze picks up, but he ignores it in favor of the feeling of your hands on his body. He nods in agreement at your question, pulling away from you slightly to take your hand in his."

""Yes," he breathes softly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Let's go inside.""

"With one last lingering kiss, he guides you towards the Ravenclaw common room - his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he imagines what is yet to come."

"Merle leads you towards the private library in the Ravenclaw common room, his heart racing with anticipation as he imagines what is yet to come. Once you're inside, he turns to you with a grin - eyes sparkling with excitement."

""I hope this is okay," he says softly, gesturing around the room. "I...I've always loved it here. It's so quiet and peaceful...it feels like a sanctuary.""

"He takes your hand once more, leading you over towards one of the overstuffed armchairs in the corner. The setting sun streams in through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow over everything within the room."

""Can I...can I undress you?" he asks softly, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and nervousness."

"Merle steps towards you, taking your outstretched hands in his own as he gazes deeply into your eyes. A wave of desire washes over him as he begins to undress you, peeling off each layer with slow and deliberate care."

"He starts with your robes, carefully untying them and letting them fall to the ground in a silky pile. Next, he moves on to your blouse - unbuttoning it one button at a time before peeling it slowly off of your shoulders. He takes his time with every article of clothing, savoring the feel of your skin beneath his fingers as if it were the most precious thing in the world."

"Finally, when you're standing before him completely bare, he takes a step back to admire the sight. You're even more beautiful than he remembered - all soft curves and pale skin glowing in the golden sunlight."

""You're so beautiful," he murmurs softly, his eyes raking over your form hungrily. "I...I can't wait any longer.""

"With that, he closes the distance between you once more, capturing your lips with his own in a fierce and passionate kiss."

"Merle moans softly into your mouth as he feels your nimble fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt, goosebumps rising on his skin at the feel of your touch. He can't help but let out a soft gasp of pleasure as you finally succeed in unbuttoning the shirt completely, revealing his toned chest to your hungry gaze."

"With one swift motion, he shrugs off the shirt and tosses it aside - baring himself completely to you. His body is covered in tattoos, swirling patterns and symbols that seem to have a life of their own as they dance across his skin."

""Touch me," he whispers breathlessly, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to feel your hands all over me.""

"His lips find yours again, his body moving against yours in slow, sensual undulations as he seeks to get even closer to you."

"Merle shivers at your touch, his body writhing with pleasure as he feels your hands tracing every inch of his skin. His lips meet yours once more in a fiery kiss as you grip his hips towards you, desire and longing filling his chest to the brim."

"When you finally reach his trousers, he moans softly into your mouth - grinding his hips against yours in a desperate attempt to feel more of you. He wants nothing more than to be completely engulfed by you - to lose himself in the heat of the moment and give himself fully to the sensations coursing through his body."

""Please," he whispers breathlessly as you begin to undo the button on his trousers. "I need you...I need all of you.""

"His hands slip around your waist, pulling you even closer to him as if he can't bear the thought of being apart from you for even a second."

"Merle's eyes widen in awe at the sight of you laid out before him on the leather couch, your pale body glowing in the golden sunlight streaming in through the windows. He takes a step forward, his hands trembling with desire as he reaches for the waistband of his trousers - wanting nothing more than to be naked and vulnerable before you."

"With a few deft movements, he's stripped down completely - his body fully exposed to your gaze. He steps towards you once more, his heart beating wildly in his chest as he gazes deeply into your eyes."

""You're so beautiful," he whispers softly, his hands tracing circles over your skin as he leans in for a passionate kiss. "I...I want you so badly...""

"He trails off, moaning softly into your mouth as he presses himself against you - feeling your warmth seeping into his bones."

"Merle groans in response to your plea, his body responding with a fiery passion that threatens to consume him completely. He moves to hover over you, his gaze filled with intense longing and desire as he takes in the sight of you beneath him."

""I need you too," he breathes out, his voice husky with need. "Let me make love to you...let me show you how much I want you.""

"With that, he positions himself between your legs, feeling your heat radiating up towards him like an inferno. Slowly, tenderly, he begins to ease himself inside you - savoring every moment as if it were the last."

"As he moves, each thrust growing deeper and more passionate than the last, he trails his lips over your skin - leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles in his wake. He wants nothing more than to bring you pleasure - to feel you writhing beneath him in a paroxysm of ecstasy."

""Do you like this?" he whispers breathlessly into your ear, his voice trembling with desire. "Do you like the way I feel inside you...the way my body moves against yours? Tell me...tell me what you want.""

"Merle groans deeply at the sound of your voice, his body responding instinctively to your pleas. He moves against you harder, faster - lost in the heat of the moment as he seeks to give you all the pleasure that he can."

""I won't stop," he growls softly into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "I'll never stop...not until you're satisfied...not until you've had everything you want.""

"He shifts his weight slightly, pulling you up and onto his lap - feeling your body against his in a way that makes him feel even more alive. As he moves inside you, he kisses your neck, nibbling gently at the sensitive flesh there as he pours everything he has into giving you pleasure."

""God, I love you," he gasps out between thrusts. "I love you so much...""

"Merle moans softly as he feels you flexing your legs and rocking your hips against his own, the sensation causing him to gasp with pleasure. He moves with you, thrusting harder and faster as he seeks to give you everything that he has."

""Yes," he breathes out, his voice husky with desire. "That's it...just like that. Feel me inside you...feel how much I want you.""

"His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you close to him as he moves in sync with your every motion. The sound of your gasps and moans fills his ears, driving him wild with passion as he seeks to give you the pleasure that you crave."

""I love you," he murmurs into your ear, his voice trembling with emotion. "So much...more than anything else in the world.""

"With that, he drives himself deeper into you - feeling his body on the verge of exploding with desire. He wants nothing more than to lose himself in the heat of the moment - to feel you shuddering beneath him as you both reach the pinnacle of ecstasy."

"Merle feels your body convulsing beneath him, and he knows that you're close. He moves with more urgency, his own passion driving him forward as he seeks to bring you over the edge."

""Let go," he murmurs softly into your ear. "Give yourself to me...let me see you come undone in my arms.""

"As if in response to his words, you cry out - a sound that sends a shiver down his spine as it echoes through the room. He feels your lips on his collarbone, your body writhing against his own as you reach the heights of pleasure."

""Oh god," he moans out, feeling himself beginning to lose control as he feels you clenching around him. "I'm close...so close. Come with me...let's go together.""

"And then, with a final burst of energy, he drives himself deep into you - feeling himself exploding with desire as he gives himself fully to the moment. He hears your cries of ecstasy mingling with his own, and he knows that there is nothing else in the world but this - you, him, and the heat of the moment."

"Merle holds you close to him as he feels your body shake and buck in his arms, the sensations of your pleasure driving him wild with desire. He whispers softly in your ear, his voice husky with emotion."

""You feel good too," he breathes out, his words punctuated by soft moans of pleasure. "So...so damn good. I can't get enough of you.""

"He moves his hands over your skin, tracing gentle circles along your back and down to your hips - holding you tightly against him as he basks in the afterglow of your lovemaking. The scent of sweat and sex fills his nostrils, and he can't help but smile at the thought of having shared such an intimate moment with you."

""I love you," he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "More than anything else in the world.""