Sibes had effectively sneaked out of the hospital wing before her ‘cousin’ alerted the nurse, a smirk curling on her lips at the boy’s acting skills. She’d hung around long enough outside the door to hear his explanation, and she couldn’t help but find it amusing. So, she’d attacked him? Well, she did give him a nice line of scratched on his cheek… She couldn’t help but find the boy intriguing, and intended to meet him as he requested later on. First she had to get changed into something more suited to wandering the halls.

Once she’d taken a hot bath and felt a bit less disgusting from the time in the hospital, the Russian had dressed herself in some low slung black pants and a tight grey tank. She’d left the bra in her dorm, figuring she didn’t really sag at her age and figure anyway, and if people wanted to look at her nipples through the tight material she’d just let them. She wasn’t ashamed at all. Her hair was finally untangled and she let it flow, still a bit damp from the bath.

It was like this that she showed up in the dungeons, waiting for the boy who had her so curious about whatever it was he wanted to show her. She was a bit early, but that was fine. She’d managed to miss all her classes that day and it wasn’t like she had anything better to do. Any time a younger student walked by and gave her a questioning look, Sibes took to growling or hissing at them, which had a great tendency to make them squeak and scurry off in fear.

It was after such a hiss that she heard the boy’s familiar voice and looked up, emerald meeting crystal blue and desire pooling in her stomach. Odd. Usually people didn’t have such an effect on her simply by existing. ”Well, you said you had something to show me, right?” Sibes fought to ignore the feeling in the pit of her stomach as she looked the boy up and down, again getting stuck on those stunning eyes that seemed to see to the soul. What the hell was this guy doing to her anyway?

Orion leisurely made his way through the castle, heading back to the dungeons where the Slytherin lair was. He walked with that cocky swagger of his, one hand in his pocket while the other twirled his wand in his fingers absently. His face was now back to normal, thanks to Madame Pomfrey, who had nagged him the entire five minutes he had stayed there. The boy rarely had to visit the hospital wing and when he did he hardly stayed as long as the nurse wanted to keep him, the bloody overbearing mother hen that she was.

As soon as his handsome face had been returned to normal, the boy had shook off the woman and sauntered out of there, his only reaction to her calling him back if he knew what was good for him was the smirk on his lips. By this time, Orion's clothes were rumpled and not the neat and proper they normally were. His hair disheveled, but sexily so. Added to his cocky stride and devilish smirk, not to mention the gleam in his blue eyes, and the Slytherin looked as if he had just scored in a broom cupboard with a lucky witch.

This was how he met came upon the Russian he was meeting, and he paused in his stride only long enough to shake his head as she hissed threateningly at a group of second years passing by her. Orion waited until he had her full attention, and then he let his blue gaze drift lazily over her frame, taking in the tight slacks and shirt, and the noticeable nipples poking through. He licked his lips, his devilish smirk growing as he arched a brow and sauntered up to her.

Lifting her dark and damp hair away from her ear, Orion leaned in as if about to whisper sweet nothings into it. But of course, the proud and arrogant boy could never be accused of anything sweet. "I do hope you didn't regurgitate everything we worked so hard to accomplish." His eyes flashed with cruel amusement as he ran the tip of his nose down her neck, taking in her tantalizing scent. The urge to press his lips to her neck was strong, but he ignored it and in one smooth move the boy backed away from her teasing body. "Correct. I do have something to show you."

His mocking blue eyes only laughed at her, sure his closeness previously had her wanting more. The proud boy nearly reached out to grab hold of her hand, telling himself it was only to drag her along to their destination. He nearly did, until he remembered the damn claws she kept on her fingers. Annoyed, Orion sneered at the offending objects. "Must you keep those talons?" He spat at her, more angry with himself for wanting to make such a stupid move as to hold the beats' hand. He wrapped his long fingers around her upper arm none too gently, knowing he was practically manhandling the girl and not caring. There was also no fear of any rebuff from her. He had already taken one swipe from her and if she did it again she would get more than she bargained for in revenge.

He forced her along down the corridors, going as slow as his patience would allow in the hopes she was smart enough to remember the way because he would not be showing her again. Eventually he shoved her in front of a painting of a bowl of fruit. Glancing around, Orion made sure they were alone before speaking in a low growl. "If you refuse to eat around others, fine. But you will eat." The silent 'or else' hung in the air between them and his hard, glinting eyes dared her to contradict him. Suddenly, the mocking smirk was back in place, as were the laughing blue eyes. "Now. Tickle the pear. And I do mean tickle, not slice or maim."

Oh gods he was so tantalizingly close to her, and those eyes were something else. Sibes would swear the boy could see straight through her persona to the core of who she was, which was both frightening and arousing beyond measure. His voice was velvet even as he mocked her. She wanted to say she was above such acts, but knew he’d see through her. Instead, she silently purred as if saying she’d been a good kitten.

She laughed at his rage about her claws, barely resisting the urge to let a hand shift to a paw and show him why she was so fond of her weapons. ”You haven’t seen talons yet, Adonis,” she purred, renaming him due to his sexy nature. His grip on her arm had her craving more, even as she knew her milky skin would be bruised with his fingerprints. The mental picture made her shudder with want.

”Tickle? What do you mean tickle?” the small girl stared up at the boy with confusion clear on her face. She’d never heard this term before. Sibes wasn’t used to having problems with the language barrier since she’d studied both Russian and English her whole life, so she was rather shocked. She wracked her brain for a Russian term that might be similar but came up empty.

From an outsider’s point of view it would seem odd, but in truth, the Russian girl had never been tickled before. She’d never tickled anything, especially not a pear in a painting. She had absolutely no understanding of the action, so she stood before the other Slytherin feeling foolish and inadequate, unable to reach out and ‘tickle the pear’.

Orion gave her an odd look at her question, the confusion clearly etched on her face. How did she not know what tickling was? And a better question. How was he going to explain it to her? His face became almost blank as he considered this turn in events. There were no words coming to mind that could adequately describe tickling. Furthermore, the boy did not enjoy her lacking something that shouldn't be so difficult to bloody understand.

He sneered again, his anger for the fact that anyone could be robbed something so natural for a child burned in his blue eyes. Orion was also angry with himself, for even caring in the first place. Calming himself immediately, he told himself it was just his annoyance that she was lacking in so many things that had him worked up. It definitely had nothing to do with being angry on her behalf. That would just be stupid and unreasonable. Or maybe he just didn't want to see the reason.

Whatever the case was, Orion still was at a loss of how to explain tickling to the beast, and he didn't fancy demonstrating on her if she was going to try and tear him to pieces with those claws. Moving closer to her, the boy glared down into her emerald eyes, his gaze promising pain if she used those nuisances on him even as he growled. "Your inadequacy astounds me. Do. Not. Claw. Me. If you do, there will be hell to pay. You already got your free shot for a lifetime." He warned her. He let it sink in for a moment, and then he quickly attacked her ribs expertly with his long and talented fingers, tickling her mercilessly. "This, is tickling." He told her, the corners of his mouth turning up in the closest shadow of a smile the boy had ever made.

His harsh words made Sibes feel even worse about her lack of knowledge, thought his threat about her claws had her grinning in her head. Someday she’d have to show him just what he’d been threatening. He might not be so demanding when faced with one of the strongest predators in the world… Then again, he might just be a pompous idiot who was sure of himself in front of everything. That somehow seemed much more likely, as his hands moved toward her and she felt her body tense up.

The wiggling of his fingers was strange and alarming, especially when Sibes felt a bubbling laugh working its way up her throat. ”Ahaha!” Her hands clamped over her mouth quickly as the laughter spilled from her lungs and her stomach muscles contracted tightly as she tried to pull away from him. Merlin! This was alarming and wrong! Why did she not have any control over her own body? It was like her skin was crawling and goosebumps had sprouted without her even realizing anything was happening.

Sibes had thought touch was used only for pleasure or pain. Now there was this… tickling. It made her smile when she didn’t want to, and laugh when she never laughed. It took away all control much like reaching climax in sex did. It was strange, and almost… enjoyable. She shook her head and looked into those hypnotizing eyes, though her eyes did catch the slight rise of the corners of his mouth. So he was amused by her display, was he? Well, she would just have to demonstrate her understanding then.

”So… like this?” she lunged for his sides, expertly managing not to slice him while still lightly caressing the fabric so that his flesh would feel her touch as well. She was sure it would work as it had on her, and that made her laugh, unexpectedly, again. Smiling again? What was coming over the Russian tiger? She pulled her hands back and quickly reached out to tickle the little pear, slipping past the boy and into the kitchens without really paying attention to her surroundings. She just needed to get out of the awkward moment wherein she showed actual joy. Sibes didn’t know joy, so how could she show it?

Her laughter was almost contagious, and Orion caught himself grinning before he could stop himself. Thankfully, the pair were alone in the corridor, otherwise a sneer would have replaced it faster than he could blink. He noted the way she seemed completely surprised by her reaction to the tickling, and his blue eyes softened just a tad as he watched her squirm away from his fingers.

Replacing the almost grin with a smirk, Orion removed his hands from her body, stuffing them in his pockets casually. He didn't expect her to want to try it on him, and he was hardly prepared for her claws to be so near to his body. One wrong move and she might puncture a lung or something. His eyes were wary for a good ten seconds before the tickling sensation creeped up on him and his own hardy laughter filled the hallway.

He hadn't been tickled in some time, and result was him giving in far too easily to the laughter and grins.
Through his nearly closed eyes he noticed the small girl smiling, and unbidden came to his mind the thought that he would gladly be tickled anytime to see it. Sooner rather than lately her hands retreated and so did his laughter along with any epiphany he might have just had. Orion locked it all in a chest deep within him and told himself to leave it there.

The boy followed her into the kitchens, arching a brow when she easily tickled the pear to open the entrance. At least she learned fast, and hadn't ruined the painting with those bloody claws. Orion was sure he would hate those things for as long as she kept them. As it was, he sent them a sneer for the mere satisfaction of it. "The kitchens." He explained simply, gesturing from her side to the room they not stood in. "Typically only the elves are down here, so I figured you might be more comfortable eating here if not anywhere else." He tried not to sound as if he cared whether she liked the idea or not. Because he didn't. She would eat here whether she wanted to or not. Orion would drag her here every day for every meal if he had to. But he didn't care one wink.

Sibes looked around the kitchen in wonder, realizing just how great this secret that the boy had shared with her was. She could definitely force herself to eat down here, away from the other students and professors. The elves were such tiny little creatures they wouldn’t bother her at all. The tiger inside would see them as more food, and eating in front of her food wasn’t anything to fear.

With shimmering eyes, she looked to the boy who’d called himself her cousin. Somehow she didn’t think she wanted them to be related. No, she wanted them to be something entirely different. Unable to help herself, Sibes threw herself into his arms and wrapped her own arms about his neck, crashing her lips into his in a rough kiss. She grazed her teeth along his lips, following them with her tongue before leaning back and looking at him with hooded eyes.

”I think I can do that, Adonis,” she purred, agreeing to take better care of herself for him. For him. She knew from the way his eyes danced with concern that he cared about her, even if he seemed to need to fight those feelings. Perhaps they had more in common than either had realized when they first crossed paths in that room of owls. ”I might even invite you to join me sometimes. If you were up for it, that is…”

She looked at him with hopeful emerald eyes, wondering if he might admit something in this secret room where they were alone with just the elves to hear their deepest secrets. Perhaps they could discover what it was to be… human…

The look in her eyes when she turned to him had a sort of stunned expression flashing across his face before Orion could control himself again. It was back with a vengeance however, when suddenly his arms were full of the witch and he felt her arms wrapping about his neck. Her lips crashing into his was a pleasant surprise, and he was more surprised that he welcomed the contact, resting his hands on her narrow waist in a rough grip.

The girl was doing things to him he didn't really want to think about, or consider. Orion didn't know why and at the moment he didn't care to think on it because her teeth were grazing his lips in a manner that had a deep growl ripping through his chest. He growled again when she pulled away, the little tease, but it was just as well. Orion didn't want to get too ahead of himself with this one. He wasn't entirely sure he liked where all this was leading, and he mentally cursed himself for letting it go this far. But now that it had, Orion wasn't prepared to turn back.

He smirked at down at her in a pleased sort of way, glad she wasn't putting up a fight this time and his sharp blue eyes showing pure amusement for once as he arched a brow at her. "It's a date anytime you'll allow." He responded in a smooth and charming tone that was tinted with the pleasure he felt at her even considering of having him along. His plan had simply been to show her where she could go to eat alone and comfortably so she didn't waste herself away and that he the end of it. But of course, things could never be that simple.

The hopeful look in those shinning green eyes was apparently going to be the death of the boy because he felt himself getting lost in them. He had always kept everyone at a distance because feelings like this would only serve to bite him in the arse. But he found he didn't have the strength to fight it at the moment and eventually he would have to think it through but for the moment Orion was alone with his witch and no one was around to see him be a little less of an arse than he normally was. "You are one dangerous little beast, you know that?" He muttered, pulling her in for a fierce kiss that left nothing to be desired.