Hindsight is 20/20 [Straw] :: 503

[Queety White]

Queety was a little too busy trying to catch her breath that she was unable to respond at first. Her heart was racing from the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She has had her fair share of experience kissing guys with her small repertoire of past boyfriends but nothing compared to what she had just experienced in that moment with Straw. His rough lips, the tickle of his facial hair against her skin, the taste of his breath, it was had sent her wild. Her fingers were still deeply tangled in Straw's hair, though she was unsure of what point they ended up there, some point during the kiss she was sure. She let her eyes lock with his as she took deep breaths to calm herself down. 

"Just like that," she laughed. "Straw, I don't think either of us expected any of this happening to be honest. But you know what? I'm perfectly fine with it." Now that the leap had been taken and it was clear that both sides had very strong feelings for each other, Queety was so grateful that she did not hold herself back and that she did not hold her feelings at bay. The jokes, the touches, the flirting which they thought was a joke but maybe not so, the hugs that lingered just a little longer than before, the smiles that made each other's hearts beat faster, all of that which had been going on for months lead up to this particular moment. And while she thought her actions were clearly conveying the message, she figured she'd be clear with follow up words, too. 

"I really still do fancy you, Straw Buckett," she said with a smile. "And while I'm perfectly happy and honored to be your best friend, I would love for us to be more than that. I absolutely adore you." 

The movie was finished on the laptop and the final credits were rolling but they did not not pay any mind to that. Queety took advantage of the fact that her hands were still in Straw's hair to pull his head closer in for another kiss. This time she kissed him harder, allowing her lips to fully consume him. While he had been a little more gentler before, it was too much of a tease and now Queety found herself wanting all of Straw. She leaned closer, pushing him down so that she was now lying on top of him. She could feel the curves of her body pressed against his as the stimulation sent signals from all over her body to her brain. It all felt like a dream but yet it was real. She reached for his hand and held it tight as their lips continued their dance. And soon after, they crossed that line of no return, where they could no longer be just friends. But there were no regrets. 

Later that evening, they laid in the pillow fort together. Their onesies laid forgotten over to the side. Queety glanced up at Straw with raised eyebrows. "So...." she muttered with a nervous chuckle. "What do we do when Kat or Kelly ask us what we did all weekend?"

[Straw Buckett]

“Mmmm, well I fancy you too,” Straw smiled as he covered Queety in kisses all over lips, neck and body. All he could do was grin as the woman pushed him backwards and laid herself on top of him. Straw’s hands ran from her hips to her back, taking in everything that was Queety White. “Oh my god you’re beautiful!” Straw grabbed at her hair and reached around to unzip her onesie. His was soon off as the intensity of their making out became stronger and more passionate. At some point his hand found hers, his fingers interlaced with her own as his hunger and lust for Queety took hold like a wild animal. They had both crossed a line as their temptation of the other became too much to handle as they practically devoured the other.

Hours later Straw lay with Queety cuddling him on his chest, a quilt covering them from below the waist with his arm wrap around her. Using the tips of his fingers, he delicately traced from the nape of her neck and down her spine; occasionally he’d find and twirl her hair as they simply lay together in the pillow forte. “Shhhhh, let’s not spoil the moment with talk about Kat or Kelly.” He smirked as he changed position by rolling Queety on her back and lay on top of her. Straw was careful not to rest his weight entirely on her, as he didn’t want to crush her tender frame. He leant in and kissed her slowly, “They are the last people I want to imagine while I …” and he over exaggerated looking her up and down, starting from her head all the way down to her toes, “... admire you’re beautiful form,” he smiled and bounced his eyebrows. “Hey was that a tattoo I saw before or birth mark?” he quivered now picking up the quilt and peeking under the blanket. “I swear I saw one on your booteh?” he winked and pecked her lips with a chuckle.

Lying there with Queety was the most alive Straw had felt in years. Having her tangled in his arms, without any clothes on was incredibly mind blowing. Knowing that they had taken their relationship to a new level was both exhilarating and terrifying to Straw. He trusted Queety beyond anyone else and knew if he was going to explore this uncharted territory with her she’d be both considerate and kind should she suddenly change her mind. It was new and exciting, Straw was in no rush into anything but whatever they were doing it was hot and electrifying. He kissed her once more, this time biting her lower lip as he pulled away.

“I’m hungry, are you hungry?”

[Queety White]

Queety's face went red. "That might be a tattoo but it's not exactly on my butt" she admitted, referring to the tattoo of a centaur she had gotten on her lower back a few years ago. As a former Mihael she had a lot of pride in her house and still reflected more qualities of the centaurs than anything else, even if she was Head of Gryffindor. "And we're not going to talk about the fact that you have Kat's name on your buttcheek? Don't act like you don't think I noticed that one. I'm sure there will be some great story for you to tell me about that one some day. Since we're not allowed to talk about her nor Kelly right now."

She did not quite feel like she was actually there at the moment, like she was floating along on some high. This was not how she at all planned their weekend to go but she could not have wished for anything better. She was excited and terrified all at the same time. This was the beginning of something new, at least she hoped. There was a still a lingering thought that this could just be a one time thing, that they both just got caught up in the moment. But as she looked up at Straw and allowed him to continue to kiss her, she realized she did not care. She had him right now and that was what mattered. She would worry about tomorrow when tomorrow came. They would have to discuss what just happened and what their future would hold. But for now, Queety resolved to just let herself enjoy this moment, this evening and let it be a perfect memory. She ran her fingers through Straw's hair as she continued to kiss him, letting out a soft moan when he bit her lower lip. 

This was the night she had been waiting for many years. And it was everything she could have dreamed of and more. 

Too bad Straw had to ruin the moment with his damn hunger. 

Queety raised her eyebrows. "Are you kidding? Didn't we just eat a large quantity of mexican food?" she asked. But then to answer her, her own stomach growled and she chuckled. "Okay, maybe we just worked off all that food. I guess we can get ourselves some desert. I did make something earlier today." 

After she and Straw got up, grabbed her onesie and put it on. She took his hand and guided him back to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator where a chocolate cake was waiting for them. So, she had broken their no magic rule and had made this one with magic earlier that day but that was something she was not going to tell him. She grabbed two forks and sat down on the floor of the kitchen, gesturing for Straw to join her. She opened the container and handed him a fork. Then she dug in to scoop up a piece of cake and take her first bite. "Hmmm.... I did a pretty good job if I do say so myself!" she said with a smile. 

[Straw Buckett]

“Who’d have thought, bad girl White!” teased Straw as he went in for another kiss. On the mention of Kat’s name tattooed on his butt Straw smirked. Instead of replying he simply pretended to zip his lips and put his hands in the air. Tonight was about Queety and himself, if the conversation moved towards any of their friends then it was not going to be further explored. Straw wanted only to stay in this moment with Queety and just enjoy her without any distractions or thought interruption. He had waited a long time and needed to savour every minute before children, mothers, work and friends pulled him back to reality. He’d fantasied this moment many times and wanted it to last as long as possible.

Straw followed Queety into the kitchen, wrapping a sheet around his waist as they stopped in front of the fridge. He sat down on the floor with her and took the fork offered to him. He dug lightly into the cake and smiled as it touches his lips. It was moist and extremely flavoursome. Queety’s baked goods were always the best in his opinion “Yeah it’s alright,” he shrugged playfully pretending like his mouth hadn’t just exploded. Then spying some chocolate cake left overs on her lips, Straw slowly began to lean forward, “You have a little something on your...” he whispered and without finishing his sentence, leant in to clean her lips with his own. Straw took his time as he tenderly removed the chocolate off her upper lip with his tongue then kissed her softly. “I think it tastes better on you, but that’s just my personal opinion,” he winked then leant back onto his bottom.

Straw went searching into the fridge wondering what else he could eat with Queety. Cake was enough but Straw wanted to have a little fun with it first. He spied a punnet of strawberries and smiled, “Close your eyes!” he instructed as he reached in and took a single strawberry. “Now open your mouth,” followed the next set of instructions as he put the top of the strawberry in his mouth and leant forward again. Delicately, using only his mouth, Straw placed the strawberry into Queety’s waiting mouth. Handing it to her and kissing her at the same time.

“Your turn,” he whispered and sat with his eyes closed and ready.