From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell || Chapter Two
Summary | A retelling of Dalton through the stories of the five prefects of Dalton Academy and Dobry Hall. Based on CP Coulter’s Dalton. (Word count: 2125)
Previous Chapters | One
Playlist | “We’re Going to Be Friends” by The White Stripes (x); “Stuck in the Middle With You” by Stealer’s Wheel (x); “We Used to Be Friends” by The Dandy Warhols (x)
Sydney Needs to Have Sex | A Nonsensical Prefect Drabble
“I need to have sex.”
Hope nearly choked on her tea, but she quickly regained herself and hissed with wide eyes, “I beg your pardon?”
“I’m sorry, Hope, but I’m more sorry that I haven’t had sex in…” Sydney looked up across the table at Hope’s pursed lips and scrunched nose and said, “in a really long time!”
“What are you two talking about?” Charlie asked, appearing seemingly out of nowhere with Justin at his side, and the two boys joined them at their table with coffee.
“Would you have sex with me?” Sydney asked him matter-of-factly.
Charlie snorted. “Not even if it meant saving the human race.”
“Chaz, it would be irresponsible not to save humanity simply because Sydney isn’t your type,” Justin said.
With a grin, Sydney leaned across the table and asked, “What about you then, Bancroft?”
“Sydney!”
“Hypothetically, Hope! I’m not going to drag Justin off by his gorgeous hair to do it in my car!”
Justin raised his eyebrow, expression hovering somewhere between aroused, amused, and afraid, and Charlie mumbled, “This conversation isn’t making anyone uncomfortable at all.”
"Charlie" – Haz
Charlie was sweet. Charlie was kind. Charlie was trustworthy. Charlie was gentle. They laid down on the bed slowly, Hope’s heart beating on her chest. She refused to let the flashbacks ruin this for her – for them. Charlie was different. Charlie won’t ever hurt her. Charlie looked at her, holding her carefully like she could break at any moment – and she could. They’ve been doing well so far. Charlie already had his shirt off, something she always appreciated from afar but now that it was up close and personal, she didn’t think she could handle it. He didn’t think he could handle her either. Hope was in her lingerie the girls picked out specifically for her first time – her real first time with Charlie. The look of her was driving Charlie nuts. She didn’t tear up or scream. She didn’t want to. She focused on her boyfriend’s cornflower blue eyes and warm hands. She focused on his small smile, on his heavy breathing, his cologne. Her past wasn’t going to catch up with her this time. She said yes. He didn’t pressure her. Hell, he didn’t dare mention it to her. It was going to be beautiful and she hoped that it would wash the bad away for good. She hoped that she will feel truly beautiful again. Truly pure again. Because her body wasn’t going to be… his anymore. It was going to be hers and Charlie’s. They kissed again. It wasn’t one of those chaste ones or short ones they usually shared. This was a different sort of kissing. It was the sort of kissing you saw as a child and covered your eyes to. It was the sort of kissing that you thought was gross. It was the sort of kissing Hope thought she wouldn’t be doing for a long, long time. “Are you absolutely sure about this?” He asked for the zillionth time. His girlfriend laughed and nodded. “Definitely.” She said. They kissed again and Hope’s hands shakily went down Charlie’s muscled body while Charlie’s hands went behind her to unclasp her bra. She stopped. “What? Should I –?” She shook her head. “No. I’m good.” She sucked in a breath. “I’m good. Open it. It’s for you.” Her hands continued their way down his pants, unbuckling them, unbuttoning them. Charlie opened the clasp and the straps came lose. A tentative hand cupped her and continued its fondling when she moaned appreciatively. She could feel him hard and she blushed brighter. There was no turning back. Then there was another flashback. Another’s hardness. Another’s hands. Another’s lips. No. Go away. Back to Charlie, back to Charlie. She started to go insane. She fell. Her dam broke. She was losing her control. “I love you, Hope.” Charlie whispered and she was pulled back from her abyss. She smiled at him and slipped her fingertips into his waistband. “Oh Hope.” He gasped and she kissed his neck. He was Charlie. He wasn’t any other man. He was Charlie and Charlie loved her. She wanted this. She needed this. Charlie was everything she’s ever wanted. The flashback went away and she felt her shoulders grow lighter. Charlie was saving her from a lifetime of flashbacks and horrible memories. “I love you, Charlie.”
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JULIAN AND HOPE
Hope wasn’t really Julian’s usual type.
Oh, she was pretty, that was for sure. But she was also inhumanely polite, unbelievably sweet. Not the typical snarky asshole that Julian usually went for.
But she blushed prettily when he pulled out her chair. She murmured her thanks with a soft smile when he payed for her dinner. And at the end of the night, she blinked up at him through wide, doe-like eyes, shuffling slightly on the doorstep until he pressed his lips softly to hers.
“Will you call me?” She asked softly, pink lips curved just slightly.
Julian nodded, fingers brushing over her palm. “Yes. I will.”
