Ouchy.

[maia rivas]

The clacking sound that came from Maia's heels colliding with the dungeon floor sent echoes down the stairwell. She tried not to make so much noise - really, she did - but she found that that was absolutely impossible in such high heels. Still, she wore them. Being only a little bit above average height, she needed the few extra inches to be able to look down her nose at people - girls, mostly, which brought her the most enjoyment.

Reaching the last couple of steps, she gasped slightly, a sharp pain travelling up from her right foot. Not at all willing to hold it out till she made it to the common room, Maia sat herself down on the steps, wanting nothing more than for the pain to leave her alone.

[blaise zabini]

Blaise was heading down the stairs, hands in pockets, heading towards the common room for the evening. He'd not had much luck today - not that it was a bad thing; he could probably use a break from these ridiculous women taht he'd been dealing with; Audrey was bringing drama, Morag was a good time, but didn't generally have conversations (and was being odd about things, having rejected him once today) and it was tough to keep up with his lies with Eleanor. His regulars all out of commission, for the moment at least, Blaise had no one to do - so he figured he'd have a nap or read a book or something.

Something stopped him on his way down the stairs though; Maia Rivas. The girl from Hogsmeade who'd jumped and run off. "You alright?" He asked, crouching down in front of her. He'd used his resources to learn more about her - and he was still intrigued.

[maia rivas]

Maia had just begun massaging down her calves when she heard footsteps coming down behind her. She ran over all the possibilities of who could be coming down to the dungeons at this time, but in a few moments, found her question answered, by the boy from Hogsmeade. Blaise Zabini - she'd managed to find out his first name. Although on the inside she found herself cringing at the memory of herself running away from him, she showed no signs of it on her face.

"Not really," she answered, deciding it would be useless to lie. "But I guess I expected this - I knew these heels would find a way to kill me, one day." She smiled, although the ache and pain was still very much present.

[blaise zabini]

"I have very strong hands, if you're in need?" Blaise offered, "Heels, while I'm sure they are painful - I wouldn't know - are the sexiest footwear in the world. I don't blame you for wearing them; in fact, I praise you." He told her as he sat down next to her lithe form.

[maia rivas]

Maia's eyes flickered from his face to his hands, down to her aching legs and then back to his face. "Sure," she said, a corner of her mouth curving upwards. She knew she would enjoy what came after this. When the words 'sexiest footwear in the world' left his mouth, she found herself almost laughing in amusement. She agreed, of course - that was maybe part of the reason she insisted on wearing a pair almost every day. "Well, thank you," she laughed, "That just might make the pain worth it."

[blaise zabini]

"Might?" Blaise asked, shifting down two steps so she could stretch her legs properly before taking her left (the side he was on) foot and massaging it starting with the arch, "Now tell me - what's the reason you choose to wear them every day, if they cause you this much pain?"

[maia rivas]

Maia was already beginning to feel the pain subside. She leaned back, her elbows resting on the step above. "I think they look rather nice on me," she said, simply, although it wasn't the entire truth. She wouldn't reveal the part about looking down her nose at people - she did not care to share that much about herself with anyone. "Plus, it doesn't hurt to be a couple of inches taller."

[blaise zabini]

"I prefer my women tall" Blaise nodded, though it wasn't exactly true. He liked a woman to be a bit shorter than him, it just looked better. It was, therefore a lie that he liked tall women. It was the truth that he liked short women who wore heels. As his hands continued to press and pull the muscles in her foot, he looked up at her again. "Better?"

[maia rivas]

Maia had been under the impression he just liked women full stop, but she supposed it made sense he had standards. A man like him should. She flashed him a grateful smile. "Much better." She watched him, and his hands. "I see you weren't lying about having strong hands," she spoke, "Practice on Malfoy and them all, do you?" She was joking, of course.

[blaise zabini]

Blaise smirked, but shook his head. "I don't practice; I was born with this much skill - and much more, if you're interested in exploring what those are." He informed with a wink, sliding his hands up her smooth, toned calves. He wanted to taste her - and he hoped she would oblige sooner rather than later.

[maia rivas]

Maia's smile fell slowly into a smirk, mimicking his, almost. "Oh, you certainly have me curious," she told him, with a strange glint in her eyes. She had a feeling he had not been referring to things like gardening or knitting...

[blaise zabini]

This was what Blaise had been missing; this weird but easy sexual chemistry. Being able to just tease and flirt with the actual promise of follow through. He loved it. His hands slid higher, shameless, than her knee, and he continued his kneading. "Oh? How curious?"

[maia rivas]

Something about his touch seemed electric now, and Maia wanted more. She always wanted more. "So curious I just might stay here all night," she told him in a voice that was just above a whisper. She kept her eyes locked to his, forgetting her aches and pains altogether.

[blaise zabini]

"Here?" Blaise asked, smirking, "Right here on the stairs?" He had no problem with that; she was the type of girl he could spend all night with, from what he'd seen and heard of her so far. But at the same time, he had a small inkling of worry that she was going to walk away from him again.

[maia rivas]

Maia raised an eyebrow, her eyes teasing. "I don't have a problem with right here." She smirked. "Do you?"