Kyson had the decency to look away while the pair disengaged, straightened themselves up and making themselves 'presentable'. However it didn't stop him from actually laughing at the Head Girl. She was too precious. He supposed all the rumors about her prudishness weren't entirely true. It almost had him intrigued. Had she not been dry humping Xavier, of all people, he may have been intrigued enough to pursue the validity of those rumors himself. Nothing like proving a good girl could go bad. At least that was the fantasy right?

"Ky, ye betta 'ave a really good feckin' reason fer bein' up 'ere."

He stood up from his perch and took another bite of his apple. He made a show of looking them over before responding with a chuckle, "Not even in the slightest, just bored I suppose." He gave Jordyn a wink before moving around to where the hill descended, "The picnic is a nice touch though, I had heard it drives the ladies crazy." He looked to the runs in Jordyn's stocking, "Guess it's true."

He took another bite of his apple, "Although next time you try to shag your girlfriend I'd suggest not doing it out in the open. Oh and," He fished something out of his back pocket and tossed it to Xavier, "Don't forget to wrap your wand." He turned to leave, calling back, "That's how Cadance got in trouble!"

There was absolutely no way that this was happening a second time.  Once made it an accident.  Twice was a coincidence.  If this happened again, she was certain it was a pattern.  Were people just following them around?  It seemed crazy… but… She glanced at Kyson who grinned like the kneazle who caught the nargles. 

Her hands quickly made work of smoothing ever edge, covering every extra bit of skin and putting herself right.  Oh goodness, she was a mess.  Glancing down, she squeaked, there was a very pronounced purple mark upon her chest that did not get covered by the scoop of her neckline.  Tugging it, Jordyn blushed fiercely and accepted Xavier’s hand to stand.  How could she say anything?! 

Turning her eyes downward, she left her right hand pressed against the purple mark and settled the other above Xavier’s hands on her waist.  So mortifying.  If this got out… oh Godric.  Maybe it wasn’t the hickey she most had to worry about, but the hives that threatened to pop out of her skin from anxiety.  The hatred she had for younger years multiplied tenfold at that wink.  What happened next though… that defied all logic. 

A condom wrapper landed none too far from their feet in the wake of the retreating pissant.  Jordyn’s fingers clenched reflexively - if she had her wand she would be hexing him so quickly.  But it was back on the blanket and he was retreating, and Xavier was clinging to her.  Apparently, they both had the same tense reaction and she felt his arm tighter around her waist.  “I can give him detention,” she sneered, “I’d even take points.  Should I?  For having… contraband?” 

Xavier let out a sigh at the sight of Kyson retreating, noting just how fast the younger year was moving. If he didn't have enough murder in his eyes for the little snake he was sure Jordyn did. In fact Cavanaugh got off lucky. Who knows what would have happened if either of them had been in the position to use their wands. The condom now laying by his feet was enough to have earned the kid the worst hex he had in his wheelhouse, not to mention the little rat apparently knew about their cousin's current condition.

He turned to face Jordyn, placing his other hand on her waist as well. He let out a long sigh, "Taking away points would just hurt us in the end, the brat's in Slytherin." He gave one last glance in Kyson's direction to make sure he was truly gone this time, "Are we cursed? It feels like we're cursed." He removed his wand from where it was on the blanket and a few quick flicks, the picnic cleaned itself up.

He turned back to Jordyn and kissed her forehead, "I'm so, so sorry, next time - indoors, and ever bloody protection charm I know." His body tingled, responding to the thought of what he could actually finally accomplish next time, "C'mon, let me buy you an ice cream or something." He looked at the masterpiece of a hickey he had left on her chest, "Or maybe a really good cover up?"

Jordyn’s lip curled in distaste.  Of course he was a Slytherin.  “I almost don’t even care,” Jordyn admitted with a sneer still on her face.  “He deserves the shunning,” especially this close to the end of the year?  Points could be the difference between winning and losing the house cup -- and that slimy little git would do a lot of social suffering the next year if everyone knew he was the reason Slytherin lost.  “I don’t even care about winning - it’d be so much better.” 

Xavier wasn’t going to let her do that though and her shoulders drooped with defeat.  “Definitely cursed,” she lamented with him and rubbed her hands over her face.  How did this happen to her?  Well, it also happened to Xavier, but it was different.  Everyone would think he was a man, cool, thawed the ice queen, anything that would make him look good.  She would get the reputation as the loose slag.  The fact that she instinctively leaned down to pick up the rubber and shove it in her satchel - she didn't want to litter - wouldn't help hers see herself any differently either!  She knew she had made a promise to not care so much about what other people thought, but she couldn’t help it. 

Fully defeated and the mood entirely ruined, Jordyn nodded and let him kiss her forehead.  “I know,” she mumbled and gave him a weak hug around the waist before pulling away.  Gasping at his comment, Jordyn reached and smacked him lightly on the side.  “An ice cream,” she paused, “Double scoop,” before she took his hand and tugged him along - same with her shirt over the unsightly purple mark.  “Maybe some of that foundation too,” she admitted sheepishly and tugged him along the pathway.