Something na, na, na [Cedric's daddy :P]

[Amos Patroclus Diggory]

Nessa making the move to pull off his shirt surprised Amos, but it was a welcome surprise, like most of tonight had been. He shivered, chucking the t-shirt from his hands and moving to close the gap between themagain. It wasn't cold in the room, but his skin, post-shiver, still had goosebumps. Unlike Nessa, Amos was used to the sensation of being so close to a girl, but it felt somehow new and different with Nessa. He was used, as well, to the feel of girls' hands against his bare skin (his chest was amongst his favourite stretch of skin to have touched, given that hours of Quidditdch practice meant he was proud to show off his pecs), but this too, felt even more electric with Nessa.

It was hard, with how electric everything felt, not to want to push forward much more quckly now, especially when Amos heard Nessa emit a quiet but delicious noise of approval. He wanted to be the perfect respectful gentleman and everything, but it was becoming harder by the second not to get caught up in the moment, forget everything sensible and do what felt right, providing Nessa wanted it just as much that was - which, judging by the removal of his t-shirt, the pulling him closer, the small-oh-merlin-she-moaned-didn't-she?, she did at least somewhat. So, with his lips still pressed against the pale nape of Nessa's neck Amos slowly moved to return the favour by slipping his now suitably warm hands further underneath her shirt, fingers expertly moving to undo the buttons.

He was still half-expecting to be slapped off with every step, but running mostly on adrenaline and passion by this point. Nessa's previously murmured 'I do want it' reverberatedin Amos' head as he tentatively tried to have her shrug off her top. It certainly felt nice to have Nessa's hands on his chest, but it wasn't enough for Amos. It would be even nicer (if nicer was the word) to feel her skin against his. Or, more importantly, against her breasts, which he had been groping as gentlemanly as possible under-shirt-over-bra. Not that he was trying to remove her bra aswell right now. Amos kept reminding himself of baby-steps (although the blood-flow to his brain was now rather obviously otherwise engaged and poking against Nessa's thigh) although as he gaped at them now her shirt was removed, remembering the baby steps was getting harder. No pun intended.

[i'm so sorrryy this is so late amos is never gonna get any thanks to me D: ]

[nessalaurentius]

To be honest, the fact Nessa was trying to pull off Amos' shirt also surprised herself. But it was a pleasant surprise, and she was actually a little proud of herself that she had been brave enough to take an initiative like that. She was glad he took off his shirt and revelled at the sensation of skin on skin. Amos was most definitely fitter than she was, with all the quidditch playing he did, and her love for sweets, but it didn't bother her. She was too much taken by the moment to back off now because she felt a little insecure about tummy fat. Everything was new and exciting and she drank the sensations eagerly until she was most definitely drunk on them.

She was still taking her time, not only because of her lack of experience, but also because she wanted to savour everything and enjoy it thoroughly. She didn't know how fast things like this normally went, but this was good in her opinion. Part of her was still a little afraid that Amos would dump her once he had gotten sex out of her, but that part was temporarily forgotten.
She licked her lips for a moment when she felt his hands move to her shirt, nimble fingers tickling her skin as he undid the buttons, and a brief, nervous tingle skipped from her heart to settle deep down in her stomach. Thank Merlin that the room wasn't too brightly lit, because she was blushing slightly now, and she didn't want to feel nervous and blush. So instead, she lifted Amos' chin and kissed him again, meanwhile shrugging off her shirt after he had undone all the buttons. Or maybe he hadn't undone them all and a button popped off, rolling over the carpet before it came to a standstill, but she didn't mind. She literally didn't - it wasn't even on her mind at all.

Gathering all her courage during the kiss, she reached her arms behind herself to unclasp her bra (which was not as difficult as it seemed when you did it every day) and get rid of the last piece of clothing she wore above her waist. There, initiative. Hah.
The kiss had been broken briefly and she grinned up at Amos a little, running her hand through his hair and, for a moment, wondering what in the world she had done to seduce a guy like this. As she was being particularly brave at the moment, anyway, she swallowed a little before moving her hands to his waistband. It couldn't be that hard, right? Removing a belt and opening a button and zipper. She wore trousers occasionally, how was this different? Well it was - very. Her hands were a tad shaky because she was afraid to accidentally hurt him if she was too rough, but she managed eventually, her tongue peeping out just a little because she was concentrating.
Pulling down his trousers, though, was something that was just a bit too much for her, so she looked up at Amos for a second and, because she wasn't quite sure what to do next, pulled him close and kissed him again.

[Amos Patroclus Diggory]

Amos was glad that Nessa wasn't the type of girl who was insecure about her body once it came to stripping off clothes. Usually that spoiled the mood, when they wantedto turn off all the lights and just get down to it because they were worried about their thighs or their tummies or whatever it was. Plus it spoiled Amos' fun - he couldn't see girls in all their naked glory in the dark, and more importantly nor could they see him. He didn't train on the Quidditch pitch three times a week to be snubbed like that. No, it was definitely not like that tonight and Amos was thankful for it. Both because it felt different with Nessa - he wasn't up for just a forgettable tumble in the dark with her, and also because, if Nessa thought she had anything to be insecure about body-wise, Amos disagreed. He thought she looked gorgeous, sexy even, seen through the pseudo-romantic dimmed lights of the room.

Plus, her taking the initiative and taking off her own bra, before continuing to - ohholymerlin - shakily unzip his trousers, made the situation, and Nessa, seem even more sexy. It was definitely a new side to her, and one that Amos hoped to see more of, preferably every night until they graduated if tonight went well. Amos barely had time to formulate this thought when Nessa closed the gap between them and kissed him deeply again. He groaned, crushed against her lips. The feeling of their naked skin touching had been enough already but now she had taken her bra off and it was ten times better. He was caught between wanting to take off his own now uncomfortably tight jeans, removing Nessa's below-the-waist clothing, and grope (in the most gentlemanly way possible for groping) and her now exposed breasts. He settled for lifting up his hips as they kissed, loathe to break the close embrace, and shuffle slightly to slide his own jeans off in a sort of clumsy half-thrusting motion, before flinging them on the ground next to the sofa on the growing pile of their discarded clothes.
Now clad in only his glaringly yellow boxers (Hufflepuff pride as usual= He caught Nessa's eye and grinned half-apologetically for a second at the surprisingly bright sight of them in the dim light) Amos' only concern was the deliciously half-naked Nessa.

With another involuntary groan (their close embrace was even better without his jeans) Amos let one slightly clammy hand linger on the small of Nessa's back, just above her waistband, whilst the other moved to caress her breasts, maybe just a little bit shakier than usual, though he'd never admit it. It was understandable anyway, to Amos they felt even better than they looked, and he reluctantly broke their embrace to kiss her neck again, slightly more hungrily than before. He was impatient now, his hand was straying slowly from the small of Nessa's back into her waistband, inch by inch and betraying that impatience. He was still trying to be gentlemanly, but Amos, like Nessa he suspected, was only human, and only a teenager at that, and it was getting painful trying to hold back now. He wasn't thinking about anything else but getting caught up in the moment with Nessa and the only obstacle he could see seperating that now was her trousers and his own glaring yellow boxers.

[nessalaurentius]

Nessa was indeed not burdened by stupid insecurities when it came to her figure. She knew she was a little fuller than most, but to her that was more of a challenge than that it was a problem. As she was so into fashion and had taken people's measurements at her part-time job for about a gazillion times, she was aware that no one had the perfect figure - so it was little use complaining.
She had to admit, though, that Amos came pretty close to being perfect. To be honest, when they had been in the beginning stage of 'going out' Nessa had been just a little afraid that Amos would be more judgemental when it came to shape and size. After all - he had seen a lot of girls naked and how would it be possible that he didn't compare them? Luckily, the dates that had followed had confirmed to her that they had something different. Nessa was pretty sure that she now held the record of having had the most dates with Amos in the entire school and she knew that had to count for something. Also, the way he was behaving at this very moment gave her no reason whatsoever to doubt him.

She ran her hands over his chest briefly, trailed his collar bones with her thumbs, moved to his shoulders and then down to his hips. Nessa smiled up at him, pleasantly relaxed as well as passionately excited. She had been unaware until now that a combination of those two was even possible, but it apparently was.
It was physically very obvious Amos was just as aroused (if not more) as she was and her breath hitched briefly as he kicked off his jeans, though she chuckled softly as she noticed the colour of his boxers. "Nice," she muttered with a lingerin grin, a little hoarsely. "Quite your colour." 'Though I'd rather see it come off,' she thought in silence.
Nessa shivered and moaned softly when he touched her directly. That was something new, because she'd never done it to herself, either. Of course Nessa was a normal teenager with normal needs and urges from time to time, but she'd always been fairly straight-to-the-point when it came to satisfing them. Amos was sure teaching her a thing or two. Moving her hand past his boxers carefully (and gently grazing a thing or two in the process), she moved to undo her own trousers. Truthfully, Nessa usually wore skirts, but she knew these trousers showed off her hips, so there. That was not important now, though, the important thing was that they were going to have to come off - and quick.

She carefully wriggled out of her own jeans and tossed them aside, leaving the two of them in nothing but there underwear. Nessa made a soft, pleased sound as her legs grazed Amos' thighs and moved to kiss his neck, resting one hand on his hip, the other in his hair. She knew she was procrastating and she didn't really want to.. it was just that she wasn't sure how to proceed from here.