Whispers in the Dark

"Forever and always," Kat promised, moving her head to kiss down her love's neck, moving a hand down between her thighs, lightly rubbing at the sensitive area. She smirked to herself, emitting a low growl to Nero, opening an eye to watch him hide his face behind his paws for their privacy.

“And what was that rule about no sex on the train?” Dakota gasped out, arching slightly. Well, she hated being in such a vulnerable state. She was practically putty in Kat’s hands now, and it unnerved her.

Kat chuckled darkly, pulling back to gaze upon Dakota's face, her now ember colored eyes half-closed.
"Rules are meant to be broken," she murmured, before pressing their lips together tenderly, her free hand moving to the back of the other's head for support, her other hand still busily rubbing between Dakota's legs, growing a bit more forceful.

Dakota grit her teeth to hold in moans, not going to give Kat the satisfaction at the moment. “I wanted to break the damned rule,” She hissed out, grinding against her lover’s hand despite herself.

Kat laughed darkly, growling playfully as she nibbled on a stray strand of Dakota's hair, her hand moving the other's thighs apart further, continuing to rub sensually between them. Even though they would be at Hogwarts in at least an hour, it would definitely give them enough time to 'get to know each other better'.

"Kattttt," Dakota whined in obvious frustration, giving the girl a dirty look. "Nuh-uh," She drew away, shaking her head. It hurt to pull away, but right now it was payback time. "No sex until you marry me," She waggled her fingers, "Purity ring!" Of course there was no ring, not that she'd stick to one. It was just a nice way to keep Kat at bay for revenge over the earlier no sex rule.

Kat whined in disappointment, hanging her head dejectedly.
"Fine," she growled, folding her arms across her chest with a huff, sulking. She looked away, staring out the window with a scowl.
"You know I will marry you someday," she murmured softly, thinking aloud, though she was slightly angry.

Dakota blinked in surprise, before smiling faintly. “You really mean that?” She asked honestly. It amazed her how much Kat seemed to love her, it also astounded her how much she loved the girl in return.

Kat nodded slowly, turning to look at Dakota with a small smile. 
"Of course," she said softly, shuffling toward the other, reaching out a hand to trace along her lips with her fingertips. 
"I love you," she murmured. "You know that, right?"

Dakota smiled, the expression warm and trusting. “Yeah, I know. I mean, I’m not blind.” She teased, before parting her lips to suck gently on Kat’s fingertips.

Kat grinned, growling softly, leaning forward to nuzzle her nose against Dakota's.
"You're so cute," she said, smirking to herself.

Dakota nuzzled back, chuckling to herself, "It's what I aim to be." She said honestly.

Kat smiled, lifting Dakota up into her lap, her back pressed against her own chest. She then lowered her head to breathe huskily against her love's neck, growling softly.
"Does Kota love the big bad Kat?" she chuckled, nibbling softly on a strand of Dakota's hair.

"Mmm, unfortunately for you, Kat," Dakota began in amusement, quirking a brow, "Kota prefers being big and bad and the dominant one in the relationship." She said honestly. It felt a bit odd to be put in a more submissive position. "But yes, I do love you."

Kat grinned, resting her head on Dakota's shoulder from behind.
"I have a question," she said. "After the feast tonight, would it be all right if I.. erm.. slept with you?"
She had been thinking about it for ages, though she'd never had the courage to say it, but now, things felt exactly right.

Dakota chuckled, tilting her head to kiss Kat's head. "Of course, you don't even have to ask. My bed's yours." She said honestly.
(BRB, shower.)

Kat looked out the window and noticed that it was growing darker, so she got up (rather reluctantly) and dug through her bag.
"We'll be there soon," she said, pulling her robes over her shoulders, going through Dakota's bag to give her love her own.

Dakota took them gratefully, though grinned. "They told me on the platform that all Quidditch players were to wear team robes." She nudged Kat, before kneeling before her bag to dig through it. She produced the rich red and black outfit, leaving behind the shoulder pads and other extra equipments. Her boots rested nearby as well, and she easily began to change. "I don't know why, but I always feel like I'm everyone's favorite person when I wear these." She teased.

"Well, robes or no robes," Kat grinned, "you're always my favourite person. Especially without robes," she added with a smirk, wrapping an arm around Dakota's waist from behind as she was changing, nuzzling into her neck with a playful growl.

"I know why I'm your favorite person without robes, Kat." Dakota giggled, doing the laces up at the top of her robes before she turned to face Kat. "Well? You like? They're completely new for this year, supposedly better for protection and whatever."

Kat growled, grinning broadly as she admired Dakota from every angle.
"Nice," she said, tilting her head to the side. "Though, it doesn't really matter to me. You look great in anything. And besides, I'll just end up tearing them off you anyway after a match," she added, smirking.

Dakota quirked a brow, "I'll be tired and sweaty and you'll be ready for sex." She deadpanned, but grinned nonetheless. "Hey, I'm game!" She pumped a fist into the air.

Kat grinned, nodding eagerly, expression devious and naughty.
"As usual," she said, chuckling to herself before spreading her arms across the seat, looking up at Dakota.
"Hm.. I think we're going to be there soon."

Dakota looked out the window, growing silent for several moments. "There's supposed to be a tournament this year." She murmured, leaning her forehead against the cool glass. It was reassuring. Her eyes fluttered closed, "If you're chosen there's a possibility you'll die."

"Well, obviously I've got to enter now, don't I?" Kat murmured softly, more to herself than Dakota.
She then lay across the seats, resting her head in the other's lap, reaching up to touch her face gently.