The Untouchables

Chapter 37: The Fire We Make

I think this should be ending soon, though I haven't figured out how to wrap it up yet. Kinda sucks that it has to end, as I really like this story, especially the Blaise and Rashida dynamic. I may make fics of them by themselves.

Oh and a part of this will be in first person narrative. I thought it would be interesting to do, plus Rashida is poetic with her words. And I'm raising the rating. If sex isn't your thing, you may wanna skip the flashback. Actually.....probably not even read this chapter. Sorry lol.

On with the fic lol ;)

"And where the bloody hell have you been??" asked Ginny as she and Hermione watched Rashida walk into the dorm at 9 Sunday night. Rashida was carrying her quidditch uniform under her arm, and was wearing what looked like a boy's uniform shirt and boy's muggle jeans that were shrunk and fitted to her size.

She looked up at her two friends and blushed. "Hey Gin, Mi. You two look....."

"Suspicious? Curious?" asked Ginny.

"Pretty." said Rashida, putting her uniform in her laundry bin.

"Why are you dressed in Blaise's clothes? And why haven't we seen you since the party last night?" inquired Hermione, grinning.

"Well, I guess the most honest answer is that I was with Blaise last night..... and all day today..."

Ginny jumped up and pulled Rashida onto Hermione's bed, closing the curtain and putting up an imperturbable charm on them so no one could get through or overhear.

"TELL US EVERYTHING!!" said Hermione and Ginny enthusiastically.

"You girls are impossible." laughed Rashida.

Hermione and Ginny smiled so hard, it looked as if it hurt.

"Okay, fine. I'll tell you." laughed Rashida.

*FLASHBACK WILL BE IN RASHIDA'S FIRST PERSON NARRATIVE*

We left the party and walked back towards Slytherin. Neither of us said a word, we just held hands and enjoyed the silence. I thought Blaise would want to hurry back, but we took our time as it seemed he had a lot on his mind.

When we finally got to his room, everything felt different, warmer. The fire was dim, but warm and comforting, his bed never looked so inviting, and the atmosphere just felt as if things were going to change.

He looked at me, those blue eyes of his shining like a moonlit sea. It made me nervous, but in a good way. He kissed me, and it felt as if he had never had kissed me before. I allowed his tongue to dance with mine. He had never kissed me like that before. His kisses has always been great, but this one was fueled with a passion that he had never shown me before.

I felt limited by my clothes all of a sudden, and I guess he did too because we stopped kissing and shed our shirts. I had seen him without a shirt many times, and he had seen my back, but he had never seen my chest in just a bra, and he looked almost mesmerized. As if he had never seen tits before. It was quite funny actually, but I didn't laugh. I didn't want to spoil the moment.

He allowed my hands to explore his body. Blaise had the most beautiful ebony skin. Unblemished, soft, it almost looks unreal. It reminds me of cocoa beans when they are cleaned and before they are roasted. I kissed his neck and he seemed to hum at the touch of my lips.

He turned me around and held me close to him. He kissed from my shoulder to my neck, waking up the butterflies inside of me and they began to flutter. His fingers were in my hair, massaging my scalp as he kissed and nibbled at my skin, putting me under a spell.