incentives | claire

This moment was critical. She could either shut him down and end this forever, or...

Option two is always the more attractive on it seems. He was standing so close that leaning forward and kissing him seemed like it took little to no movement at all. He was warm against her and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer and keep him from pulling away if he wanted to, which she got the feeling he wouldn't.

In that moment, awkwardly enough, Claire suddenly remembered him from their time as students. She was a little fourth year the first time she saw him. He was one of the older boys in her house, and part of that group that all the girls gawked over. Claire had always said that she didn't see what the other girls saw, but she had always been lying. She smiled into the kiss thinking about it and wondering what the others girls would say if they could see her now.

Told you so. Asher thought to himself as he pulled her closer, his good hand cradling the back of her head. The hooked hand rested safely against the small of her back and he deepened the kiss. "I have to say that I'm pleasantly surprised Claire." He smiled, breaking the kiss for a moment so he could breathe. "I was expecting you to punch me. I like this much more." Kissing her again, he laughed to himself silently at the situation, the irony not quite lost on him.

She glared deeply at the man and rolled her eyes, "Push it and you will get punched." She said in a stern voice kissing him back. What was it about this insane guy that kept her so...enthralled? She backed up toward her desk and felt the back of her legs hit the wooden edge of the furniture when they finally reached it, still kissing Asher.

Asher was about to make a smart comment back whenever a soft knock sounded from the door, along with a student's voice. It sounded like the girl was freaking out about the impending exams, making him chuckle slightly. " The tables have turned, it seems. You deal with the kid, I'll make myself scares until it's over. " he highly doubted that Claire wanted the students to see him in her office like this. Retreating to the corner of her office behind the door, he pulled out his wand to cast a simple cloaking spell. Now all he had to do was sit and wait.

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The soft knocking made Claire groan inwardly. It wasn't like she normally had...relations...in her office, but damn.. Come on kid, finals are not that bad. She brushed her fingers through her hair, composing herself before waving her wand to open the door, "Yes? Can I help you?" She asked, walking around the desk to sit down in her office chair. She looked at the floor, littered with things from her desk. Trying to look like she had just had an unfortunate tripping moment, she waved her wand and the items that had fallen when the desk was bumped earlier began to replace themselves on the desk. The student was barely within five feet of Claire's desk when she burst into a fit of tears so brutal they could only be hormone induced, "Honey, calm down." Claire said, sighing and standing up. She walked over to the student and wrapped a tender arm around the third year's shoulders, "Come with me, we'll get you some chocolate from the Hospital Wing." She said in a soft voice, smirking over her shoulder to the corner she knew Asher was lingering in. For some reason, she chalked this up as a win in her column.