The potions lab was filled with the scent of various herbs and ingredients simmering in cauldrons. Song stood at her station, her bright red hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail as she chopped away at the valerian root, slicing it into thin pieces.
With a flick of her wand, the sliced valerian levitated and dropped into the shimmering pink liquid bubbling in her cauldron. Song leaned over, her hazel eyes narrowing as she studied the potion's consistency and hue. A small crease formed between her brows.
"This color is all wrong,"
she muttered under her breath, straightening up and glancing around the lab.
"Where did that useless partner of mine wander off to now?"
Spotting Xander across the room, Song pursed her full lips in annoyance. With a dramatic sigh, she walked over, her heels clicking against the stone floor.
"You're supposed to be grinding the amkoro bugs, not daydreaming!"
she snapped.
"Honestly, if you can't focus for one measly love potion, how do you ever expect to pass your M.E.T.s?"
P She felt a strange mix of emotions as she regarded her potions partner, Xander. It had been so many years since they were inseparable friends as children, back before Song's magical abilities had blossomed, when she was just a nobody. A flicker of nostalgia tugged at her heart as she recalled the carefree days they spent playing together, when the world seemed so simple.
But that flicker was quickly snuffed out, replaced by resentment. {{User}} had abandoned her, leaving her alone to face her minion-like peers. The betrayal had cut deep, and she e had been jaded ever since.
Her hazel eyes narrowed as she studied Xander's face, searching for any remnants of the friend she once knew. But, those days were long gone. All she felt towards Xander now was resentment, and an attraction she refused to acknowledge even to herself.
"Ugh, whatever, just try to keep up,"
she grumbled,
"That is, unless you want to be the one to explain to Professor Elliston why we failed..."
I turn away from her, obviously ignoring her as I flicker my wand myself, summoning some stuffed cats.
"Fine! Do it your way,"
She mutters under her breath, rolling her eyes as she turns on her heel and marches back over to their potion station. Once there, she busies herself with transferring the amkoro essence into another vial before capping it off. She can feel Xander's gaze burning into the back of her neck, but she ignores it. There's no way they could fail, not when she has her charms and pheromones to rely on.
"There,"
she says with a satisfied smile as she turns to present their completed love potion to Xander. "All done. Now you can admire my work." She crosses her arms over her chest, standing tall with a smug expression marring her usually perfect features.
I take the potion, my eyes looking down at her, asking her what the hell this is.
"Oh, come now, you should know better than to question my methods," she says coolly, tilting her head to the side as she studies Xander's expression. "Besides, it's not like I had any input into this little creation." She smirks, enjoying the way her words sting him just a little bit.
A slow, mocking smile curves her lips upward. "But perhaps you're right... If you really want to know what's in there, why don't you try it yourself?" she suggests sweetly. "That is, if you can handle the power..."
I sigh, telling her I have no time for jokes. I turn away, saying that I have much more important things to do.
"Oh, really?" Her voice drips with fake surprise. "How interesting. I didn't realize that you were so important, Xander." She pauses, tilting her head to the side as she studies him for a moment. "Or perhaps... You're just afraid?"
Her laugh is cruel and mocking, filling the otherwise quiet potions lab. "You always were such a pathetic little mouse," she says, the venom in her words sharp enough to draw blood. "Always trying to hide behind me, always sucking up to my family..." She trails off, letting her words hang in the air like a weight around his neck.
Song's hazel eyes flicker with anger and frustration, but there's something else there too - a twisted sort of enjoyment at seeing him squirm. "But I suppose," she continues after a moment, her voice once again smooth as silk, "I could help you overcome your fears..."
Her gaze drifts up to his lips, lingering there for a beat before returning to meet his eyes. Her full bottom lip pushes out in a pout. "Just as soon as you admit that I'm better than you."
But when she finishes the sentence, she notices something is wrong, as she sees my yellow eyes glaring at her like a viper. She sees my hand waving my wand, and she knows she had crossed the line.
Song feels a chill race down her spine as she meets Xander's gaze. For a moment, there's nothing but pure hatred in those yellow eyes, and it scares her more than anything else. She takes a step back, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his intense scrutiny. Her heart begins to race uncontrollably as she realizes that this time, she may have gone too far.
"I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice shaking. "I didn't mean it." She attempts a weak smile, but it comes off more like a grimace. "Please don't hurt me..."
I clutch her arm hard, and pulls her firmly towards me, making her wince in pain. Her huge breasts press against my chest as I bring the wand at her neck like a knife, as I silently warn her not to play with my temper.
"Y-You're hurting me!" she gasps, wincing as pain shoots through her arm where he has it gripped so tightly. Panic begins to rise in her chest; this was not how today had been supposed to go. Her heart pounds wildly against her ribs, and cold sweat breaks out across her brow. "Please let me go!" she pleads, struggling futilely against his iron grip.
Her mind races, searching for a way out of this situation. But fear overpowers reason; all she can do is tremble and whimper as Xander towers over her, his face set in a terrifying mask of anger. She doesn't know what he'll do next... All she knows is that she needs to escape. Now.
As I grab her arm, I feel her smooth skin, how vulnerable she really is. I sigh as I let go, and grab my coat.
Her breath catches in her throat as Xander finally releases his grip on her arm. She glances up at him warily from beneath her lashes, waiting to see what he'll do next. For a moment, she thinks that maybe he won't retaliate after all... But then she remembers the way he was holding her earlier, and realizes there's no telling with him. Her heart still races frantically in her chest as adrenaline courses through her veins.
When Xander grabs his coat instead of coming any closer or inflicting further harm, she takes a tentative step back, carefully watching him the whole time. Her shoulders slump with relief when he begins to move away, but she can't shake off the sense of foreboding that follows her every step. This might be over... For now. But it won't be long before they cross paths again, and there will undoubtedly be more fireworks between them. She just hopes that next time she knows better than to push him quite so far.
That evening, she sighs as she steps into her home, as she gently takes off her clothes, stepping into the shower naked as she turns on the warm water.
Closing her eyes, Song leans against the cool tile wall of her shower, letting the hot water run down her body in a soothing cascade. It's been hours since she and Xander faced off in the potions lab, and yet the memory of his angry gaze still sends shivers down her spine. What had gotten into him today? And why was he being so hostile all of a sudden?
With a sigh, she reaches for a bar of soap and begins to lather her hands, scrubbing at her skin as if she could wash away the memories of their argument as easily as the dirt. It's not until she gets to her upper back that she realizes she has no idea what to do next. Should she apologize? Pretend like nothing happened? Or maybe even confront him about his true feelings...
Her brow furrows in thought, and before she knows it, she's sliding out of the shower, wrapping herself in a plush bathrobe. The air is cool against her wet skin as she pads over to her vanity, picking up her hairbrush with a determined gesture. Maybe a makeover will help distract everyone from today's events... and maybe it might even help her figure out what the hell just happened between them.
She hears her doorbell ring, and she gasps softly as she sees it is me on the door. She opens the door as I step in, my eyes growing for a second as I stare at her sexy soft creamy body wearing nothing but a bathrobe.
As the doorbell rings, Song jumps, her heart racing wildly in her chest. It can't be him... it just can't be. But when she opens the door and sees Xander standing there, a mix of anger and attraction flickering in his eyes, her blood turns to ice. She swallows hard, trying to summon some kind of bravado to deal with this situation.
"Well," she says tentatively, letting the bathrobe fall open slightly as she crosses her arms over her chest. "To what do I owe the honor?" Her voice is cool and dismissive, but beneath the surface she's a mess of conflicting emotions. A part of her still wants to provoke him, make him jealous... while another part just wishes they could go back to being friends.
The tension between them thickens, almost tangible in the air as they stare at one another. Neither of them speaks for several long moments, each waiting for the other to break the silence first. But when that moment never comes, Song finds herself saying the only thing she can think of. "Well, what do you want?"
I sigh as I tell her Professor Snape had wanted us to talk care of some dark wizards tomorrow morning, and says it could be dangerous.
Hmph. Dangerous, she thinks with an internal roll of her eyes. That's rich coming from him. "Of course," she says coolly, drawing the bathrobe back around herself. "I wouldn't want to keep such an important figure like yourself waiting." Her tone is dripping with sarcasm; they both know she would have found any excuse not to help him if given the chance.
She steps aside, motioning for Xander to enter her home. As he does so, she crosses her arms over her chest, watching him carefully. Part of her is still curious as to why he's here... but another part can't shake the feeling that there might be trouble brewing between them once more.
I tell her I should go now, but she stops me as she spots a bottle of wine on her table. A wicked though appears in her mind as she carries the drink on the table, inviting me over.
With a flourish, Song presents him with the bottle of wine, her smile curving upward at one corner in what she hopes is an inviting expression. "Perhaps this will help you relax," she says, gesturing for him to take a seat on her plush couch. "We should discuss strategy, after all... and what better way to do that than over a glass of wine?" Her voice carries a hint of laughter, and she tilts her head to the side expectantly, waiting for his response.
But even as she offers him the bottle, part of her can't help but feel a twinge of unease. There's something about Xander today that sets her on edge... perhaps it's the way he looked at her earlier in the potions lab, or maybe it's just the unspoken tension between them that refuses to dissipate no matter how hard she tries to pretend otherwise. Whatever the reason, she can't help but feel like they're sitting on a powder keg - and neither of them seem inclined to back down anytime soon.
She pours two glasses as she smiles as I take a sip, and she drinks hers as well. But she soon realizes that she is weak to alcohol, amd she becomes hot and dizzy, her bathrobe peeling off her aroused skin.
Surprised by the sudden heat that rises to her cheeks, Song takes another sip of wine, hoping it will help cool her down. She hadn't expected the alcohol to affect her so quickly... or so intensely. Her mind begins to swim, and for a moment she can almost imagine herself as someone else entirely - someone who isn't burdened by expectations and rules... someone who can be free to enjoy the company of this handsome man without any consequences.
But even as these fantasies dance through her head, another part of her remains cautious. She knows better than anyone how quickly things can go wrong with Xander around - he has a way of bringing out the worst in her, of making her lose control. And she refuses to let that happen again... not if she can help it.
Her eyes meet his across the room, and for a heart-stopping moment they lock onto one another. An unspoken challenge passes between them; who will be the first to blink or look away? Neither wants to admit how much this game excites them... or how close they might be to losing themselves entirely.
She soon becomes so hot and aroused that she can't keep her body straight. She suddenly leans over on my shoulders, startling me as she suddenly tugs off her bathrobe, her foggy mind believing it is too hot.
Her movements are slow and deliberate, like a drunken dance, as she leans against him. The fabric of her bathrobe slides down her shoulders, revealing the curves of her breasts, their peaked nipples rubbing against his chest through the thin material of her tank top. She gropes blindly for the hem of her robe, trying to pull it off completely but seeming more intent on grounding herself against him with each movement.
Her eyes flutter closed as she savors the feel of his warm skin beneath her fingertips. The alcohol coursing through her veins dulls her inhibitions, allowing her to give in to the desire that's been simmering beneath the surface for so long. But even as she surrenders to the heat of the moment, another part of her remains cautious, waiting for the moment when reality will once again come crashing down around them.
Her breath hitches as he shifts, his arousal pressing against her through their clothes. It's almost too much, and she knows that if they don't stop soon, she won't be able to control herself any longer... but the thought of letting go terrifies her more than anything else.