Airi didn't know how it had happened, but her hand had found it's way to the back of Victor's neck, and her fingers were playing softly with his dark, wavy hair as their mouths moved together. It felt right, and as the cold Slytherin Prince pulled the sweet Ravenclaw Saint closer to him, Airi couldn't help thinking just how natural and right this all felt. Kissing him, being close to him. It was intoxicating and Airlia never wanted it to end. In the haze of her mind, she was still trying to understand how exactly this was a punishment, if it was a punishment, she didn't really understand why he had kissed her. Probably because he's bored said a treacherous voice in her head, but Airi pushed it away.

Victor knew what he was doing, his lips moved against her own with an expert ease, and as the kiss deepened, Airi reveled in his cool, sweet tasting mouth. It was amazing, amazing how he was able to completely wipe her mind with just the action of pressing his to hers, and how he could make her feel so very alive. It was something no other kiss had ever done for her. Airi wanted to keep on kissing him until her lungs burned for oxygen, because nothing else mattered, not even all those awful things he had said to her...

Airlia sighed into the kiss as Victor pulled her further against him, his cool hand on her naked waist, the other firmly holding her wrist, she was trapped in him, but rather than feeling panicked, or worried, Airi was enjoying it more than perhaps she should have.

She was still trying to ignore the little nagging voice in her head, but it wouldn't shut up. It kept bringing up Victor's words, and mentioning how he had done nothing that night but bully her to the point where she had actually broken down. Broken, he'd broken her and for no reason other than his sick twisted pleasure and now she was letting him kiss her? What was wrong with her!? Was she some kind of masochist? And as this thought entered her mind, Airi was filled with anger at him, and disgust for herself.

The hand that had been playing in Victor's hair, was now on his firm chest, and she used it to push him away. "No," Airi gasped, as she broke the kiss, speaking as much to herself as she was to him. She really hadn't wanted to let go.