Games are Afoot Part 7

[Emily Prescott]

Emily almost immediately missed the weight of his body against her own, and craved the feeling again of getting so lost in someone...shaking her head she blew out a breath and returned the soft smile Chase offered her as he sat up, his hand gently stroking her hair behind her ear, effectively fixing it for her. As he pressed a small kiss to her lips, she resisted the urge to deepen it, she had after all been the one to put an end to their intense make out session just now before it got too out of hand, but that kiss left her wanting more and she'd gladly admit it.

Accepting the glass of wine Chase had just poured out for her, Emily narrowed her eyes slightly before smirking, "And just how many other girls are you taking on dates this weekend Chase?" she asked, in response to his toast, lifting the glass to her lips, sighing and closing her eyes as she tasted the sweet nectar, now she wasn't a drinker but she'd had the odd sip here and there and loved the bubbly taste on her tongue. Taking another small sip she didn't notice Chase's intense eyes on her until he held something out for her to take, informing her it was hers.

A white rose. Emily's mouth opened slightly before a wide smile appeared, he really was pulling out all the stops for her tonight wasn't he. Lifting it to her nose she inhaled the floral scent before letting her eyes fixate on Chase, shooting him a smile, "Your really going all out to make this the perfect date aren't you!" she commented, standing from the sofa, crossing the room to place the rose in with the other flowers he'd given her. Taking another sip of her wine, she walked over to him, her hips swaying ever so slightly as she did. Placing her glass onto the table she held out her hand to Chase, "Care to dance Mr Connors?"

[Chase Connors]

"Just one," he said with a wink, drawing out the silence for as long as possible and watching her face, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Of course, that depends entirely on whether you're busy tomorrow." He grin cracked through.

He'd been half expecting a hex at. It had been fun to watch her reaction though.

Emily took the rose from him and he watched as she inhaled deeply. He shrugged at her comment. He was going a bit all out tonight, which wasn't usually like him. There was just something about her that drew him in and made him want to know more."Perhaps." he said vaugely

Chase's eyes dropped as she walked away and another smile toyed at the corners of his lips. Hot damn...

He watched as she placed the rose in among the rest of the flowers she'd brought up from the broom closet, before she walked back towards him, hips swaying. He didn't even try to hide his admiration for her beautiful body and just let his eyes roam over her freely.

A grin split his face when she asked him to dance. He drained the last of his glass and placed it back on the table as he stood. "If my lady doth command." He winked and he stepped up to her and wrapped one hand around her waist to pull her flush to him again. He kissed her softly, slowly, as he walked them backwards into the middle of the floor. Louder, he commanded the room. The volume increased just that little bit more. Chase glanced around the room as flower petals still swirled in an unseen breeze and candles flickered. And I want to feel that breeze...

No sooner than he thought it did the cool air begin to spin around their ankles and the petals drift higher. The breeze was cool, but not cold.

Taking one of her hands in his he began to dance them ever so slowly in circles, his eyes never breaking contact with hers. For several long minutes they just danced together letting the music sweep around them. No words were spoken.

[Emily Prescott]

"I'm not busy...but you seeing me again depends entirely on whether your lucky enough..." she threw back at him, arching her eyebrow in amusement, he wasn't the only one that could tease. She hadn't missed that he kept his eyes on her as she crossed the room back to him and was happy to know she had that kind of effect over him, he desired her and she was happy to admit she was feeling the same, which in a way was extremely new to her.

Emily smiled when he accepted her invite to dance, his one hand in hers whilst the other slid it's way around her waist and pulled her flush against him, causing a small gasp to escape her lips, enjoying how close their bodies where as he kissed her softly, backing them up as he did. It wasn't too long till she felt the breeze against her bare legs, and shivered slightly her eyes glancing down to see the flower petals dancing, with a smile she looked back at Chase, her own hand coming to rest over his shoulder, her fingers playing with the tuft of hair at the base of his skull.

They danced in complete silence but there was no pressure to fill it, it was comfortable, welcomed even. Though after several minutes Emily finally decided to break it, her eyes still locked with his own, "So your boys not going to wonder where you are tonight?" she asked softly, obviously referring to his room mates, one of whom was her own best-friend. As a few seconds of silence passed whilst she awaited his answer, she gave into temptation and kissed him softly again.

[Chase Connors]

"So your boys not going to wonder where you are tonight?"
Chase raised an eyebrow. No doubt she was referring to Lachie and Trent with that comment. He grinned but before he had the chance to answer Emily had kissed him again. He kissed her back, using the opportunity to pull her closer and deepen what she had started.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, not altering the distance between them. "My 'boys', as you put it, won't think anything of it. It's a Friday night. They know I hate being cooped up in the tower once the weekend starts."

He leaned in to kiss her again but stopped just before his lips made contact. His mind suddenly realized just what that comment sounded like. "They probably think I'm drinking myself to oblivion in a corner somewhere."

Nope. That didn't make it sound any better either.

He quickly closed that last inch of distance between them and kissed her again, letting go of her hand and using his instead to trail up her back and rest between her shoulders.

"Wont your 'girls' be missing you?" He returned between kisses and gasps of air.

Gods he could kiss this particular girl all night.

He glanced to one side and saw that their dancing had led them to the table with the food basket and flowers on. With a grin he leaned in and kissed her deeply again, one hand feeling for the basket and slipping inside. Bingo. He pulled out a chocolate dipped strawberry and raised it between them as he broke the kiss again. He held it in front of her lips and he gave a half grin half smirk.

[Emily Prescott]

Before Emily could answer any of his comments about where his friends thought he'd be, Chase was kissing her and Emily was only to pleased to let him. She allowed herself to sink into the embrace, and when he dropped her hand to trail his own up her back she wrapped her arms over his shoulders and held herself tighter still against him. Suddenly not caring if this was all that occurred for the rest of the night, talking happened to be over-rated now, at least in her opinion at this current moment.

When he asked her what her girls thought she'd be doing, Emily chuckled against his lips and shook her head, pulling back slightly to take a breath as she answered. "My 'girls' won't think anything, if anyone begins to wonder where I am it'll be Lachlan, I just hope he's got something else to do than see me otherwise I'll be struggling to answer some tough questions tomorrow..." she chuckled, her friend was way to over-protective sometimes but she loved him for it. It was nice to know someone cared enough about her well being.

That did remind her though to go and see him tomorrow, she just needed a Hufflepuff to get her into the common room again and she'd be able to get up to the dorms. She leaned into kiss Chase again her hands slipping over his shoulders, to rest lightly over his chest, where her fingers idly played with his buttons as she pulled away slightly to look at him a small smirk on her face, "So I was wondering...chocolate and strawberries? very particular combination..." she chuckled, biting down on her lip as she waited for his answer.

[Chase Connors]

Chase laughed. "Tell Lachie to keep his giant sneck out of your business." He winked. "Though I don't think you'll have to worry. He's on a date with a bottle of fire whiskey tonight."

Chase was, admittedly, still worried about Lachie. There was no doubt at all that even through the smile he plastered on his mind was no where near settled after the attack. The frequent nightmares and sleepless nights could attest to that. There'd been a few too many nights that ended with a bottle of fire whiskey these past weeks.

He pushed it from his mind and returned his thoughts to the beautiful blonde in front of him. It was hard to believe that she'd been right there in the attacks too. She didn't let it show. Then again, she was just like Lachie - a smiling face in the day and swarmed with bad memories in the night. Chase's eyes skimmed over her forehead in search of the spot where he'd seen cut when she'd still been in St Mungos. There it was - a thin, faded line, but there nonetheless.

Emily toyed with the buttons on his shirt and he couldn't help but wish that that barrier between them could be removed, but he kept his attention on fishing through the basket for strawberries.

He knew that he had one hell of a reputation for being something of a man whore where the ladies was concerned, and he would admit to that. He'd also admit to, for the most part, avoiding relationships. In previous times, any more that three 'dates' and she was still fully clothed equalled prude, waste of time, move on to the next girl. But, right now, Chase didn't care about that. Well, yeah he still wanted sex - come on he was a 15 year old guy! But he also wanted to know this gorgeous Gryffindor a little more than what he already did. He was happy to settle for a few intense make out sessions, a lot of flirting, and a little of roaming hands. He didn't care about seeing how fast he could get her into his bed (though he sure wouldn't mind!), he just wanted to get to know her. This brave Gryff fascinated him to no end and he didn't think he'd ever wanted to just 'be around' someone without his mind being constantly on taking her clothes off.

He raised the strawberry to her lips and caught her off guard in mid sentence. When she bit down on her lip he couldn't hold back a groan and he gave her a mock glare. God damn it why was that so sexy? "I've told you not to do that or risk being ravished. And as for the snack-" He pressed the end to her lips, waiting for her to take a bite, "It lets me do this."

He grinned as he leaned in to lick some off the left over chocolate that was on her lower lip and sucked her lip gently into his mouth. Chocolate strawberries had never tasted so delicious before.

[Emily Prescott]

Emily frowned deeply after Chase's comment about Lachlan...he was drinking? Of course she knew he was struggling with what had happened she was too, she just hadn't expected he'd resorted to that, she made a note to do what she could to talk to him tomorrow, remind him he wasn't alone in this. "I'll talk to him tomorrow..." she said with a nod of her head.

For now though she chose to focus on Chase and the wonderful date he had set out for them. As he began to fish through the basket, she let her eyes skim over him, admiring his well built physique whilst trying to ignore the desire to see it without the shirt in the way. There was no doubt that if she wanted to, Chase would follow her lead, but she also knew once the barrier was crossed there was no turning back, and that thought alone was what made her drop her fingers from his buttons, to just rest on the lower part of his chest.

As he raised the strawberry to her lip she smirked and shrugged her shoulders, "It's a habit...not like I do it on purpose..." she chuckled, she wasn't going to admit there had been a few times she did it simply because she knew he liked it. As she bit down on the strawberry she kept her eyes locked with his, letting out a satisfied sigh once she had, and she gladly allowed Chase to kiss away the excess chocolate on her lips, and leaned into him, melting into him as she let out another sigh. Pulling away she smiled and nodded her head, "They taste good." she said, giving him a wink. "Though you really don't need the strawberries to do this..." she said, leaning into kiss him again, her lips softly grazing over his own, almost coaxing them.

[Chase Connors]

"Of course you don't." He looked her up and down. "Minx."

A groan escaped him as she bit down seductively on the strawberry and Chase licked his lips. God damn it. She probably wasn't even trying to wind him up by by God it was working whatever she was doing. He let his eyes pull closed for a brief second before returning to hers, head drooped forward and leaning to one side, so that from that angle he was looking up at her, even though he was the taller of the two. He was sure that it was painfully obvious to her just how much he desired her right at that moment - it was no doubt obvious in the way he looked at her.

As he leaned in to kiss her he could feel her body as she seemed to meld into him, and there was almost no space at all left between them. Chase was glad 'he' was playing nicely otherwise he had no doubt he would lose the closeness between them, and he really didn't want that.

Emily pulled away long enough to confirm that the strawberries tasted good before she was kissing him again. Even if she hadn't he would have closed that distance between their lips within a few seconds. That wink was full of unspoken promises.

God she was just too damn alluring. Too... seductive without meaning to be. Why was he so affected by her?

He dragged her lower lip through his teeth gently, the hand that had been resting on her lower back dropping lower still. When he moved his head back to look at her his eyes were narrowed with restrained desire. "You're like a siren to me.". The words came out as a heated growl.

He needed to put some distance between them before he took things too far. But it took too much effort to tear himself away. He wanted - needed - her close.

[Emily Prescott]

Emily felt as though every nerve ending in her body was electrifying. How had she become the girl who simply couldn't get enough of the guy she was with. Emily had always believed herself to be the type of girl who'd play hard to get, who'd hold back, and not throw herself all of herself completely into someone so soon....sure she hadn't done that yet with Chase but the desire to was there. He made her act like a completely different person, someone freer, someone not scared to go after what she wanted...and she loved it.

Normally if she'd ever felt a guys hand straying any lower than the bottom of her back, she'd have hexed them into oblivion but with Chase she found a more daring side of herself coming out, one that didn't care about his wondering hands, as she was busy trying to control her own. Her hands which had rested neatly against his strong chest had moved of their own accord. She smoothed them up over his chest slowly, before they moved back down across his stomach, itching to feel the toned figure beneath.

"You're like a siren to me."

His growl, the look in his eyes should have been enough for the both of them to know to put a stop to this before things got completely out of hand. Emily though didn't flinch, or move except for pressing her lips back against Chase's. This time though without realising her hands which had found a resting place on his hips, moved up his sides and under the soft material of the shirt, his smooth skin warm beneath her finger tips...in surprise at her action Emily breathlessly broke the kiss, "Oh...I'm sorry..." was all she said, her cheeks burning as she looked into Chase's eyes, not realising either she had yet to move her hands away.

[Chase Connors]

Chase had been expecting Emily to pull back or push him away or something. He knew he was pushing things too far. He also knew that if he didn't ease off he'd risk pushing her too far and losing any chance with her. Or... so he thought.

What he didn't expect was for her to kiss him again and to keep that distance between them to a minimum. He felt her hands slide under his shirt and the warmth from her fingers warming his skin as her fingers brushed lightly over his abs.

Emily broke the kiss and apologized, her cheeks flushing red. "I'm not." He leaned forward to steal her lips in another kiss again, one hand on her waist to pull her closer, the fingers of his other hand, the one that had ventured lower, ran in small circles over her skin.

Chase deepened the kiss even further, his tongue forcing it's way back into her mouth and meeting little resistance. He could think of nothing more than having her closer to him, keeping her pressed tight.

His hands moved to her waist and he picked her up, waiting for a few seconds before making his way back in the direction of the sofa, one eye on the room ahead of him while he managed to never break contact with her lips.

Reaching the sofa he turned and sat so that Emily was on his lap, her legs on either side of him. He grinned into the kiss. One hand trailed up her back to wrap through the hair at the nape of her neck again while the other slid down to run over her thigh, pushing the thin material of her dress out of the way, but not going too far.

"Just...where I want you." He managed between heated kisses. At least with her over him then she had most of the control over what happened now. Whatever that something was, so long as it involved keeping her close to him then he really didn't care. For now, he was happy just to keep kissing her.

[Emily Prescott]

"I'm not."

Before she could respond, Chase had pulled her in for another mind-blowing kiss, ultimately destroying any sensible train of thought going through her head at that moment. She returned the kiss heatedly their tongues doing a dance, battling for some kind of dominance as they held one another closer still. It was as if close wasn't close enough. What she hadn't expected was for Chase to pick her up, and her arms instinctively wrapped over his shoulders as he moved them to the sofa, never once breaking their contact.

When he sat, Emily found she was practically straddling his lap and that's what made her break off the kiss as Chase revealed he now had her where he wanted her. Trying to catch her breath she looked into his eyes and felt her cheeks flush an even deeper red than before, both from what they'd been doing and her embarrassment over not controlling herself better. Though this little break cleared her head somewhat, she still didn't move from his lap, enjoying this extreme, somewhat intimate closeness.

"Your a bad influence..." she breathed, her fingers that had just begun idly playing with the collar of his shirt, toyed with the buttons once more. Temptation again was rearing it's ugly head, somewhere along the way she had already pulled open his top button, it'd be so easy to do the rest, but she resisted, lifting her eyes to meet his again she smiled, before leaning in to kiss him softly again, allowing her lips to linger over his for a few seconds before parting, "Your making me reluctant to ever leave this place..." she said, not planning on leaving yet but dreading the time when she would have to, her eyes dropped from Chase's to the slightly exposed skin of his chest, peering out from beneath the button she'd opened, biting down on her lip she chuckled and shook her head as she looked up at Chase, shifting ever so slightly to sit more comfortably, "Perhaps though we should control wondering hands...before things get out of control...goes for me to..." she said holding her hands up and chuckling lightly.

[Chase Connors]

Chase grinned. "I'm a bad influence and I'll only get worse." He winked at her. At least she had a little more restraint that he had, but he was glad that she hadn't moved away from where she was seated on his lap. He rather liked having her there. Hot damn.

He watched as her eyes followed her hands that toyed with the buttons on his shirt again. He couldn't help a lop sided smile as he watched her trying to bring her focus back to him.

"Then don't." He knew that not leaving wasn't an option. They'd have to go sometimes and face the real world, but right now that reality sucked compared to this private little world of their own. Everything about the room, from the curve of the walls to the circling glow of the candles, made him feel like he was in a world completely separate and their own. He sighed and smiled softly to her, running one hand lightly over the side of her face, feeling the softness of her skin over her still heated cheeks. "Besides, this place will still be here to escape to."

He grinned with amusement as her attention dropped to the buttons of his shirt again. Oh God! She did the lip biting thing again! Emily shifted in his lap and he winced uncomfortably, knowing that if she kapt fidgeting like there they really were going to have problems. A rather painful problem too.

He pushed that thought from his mind and grinned at her next comment. "What is there to control?" He reached for her hands with his and pulled them to his chest, somehow managing to keep hold of her hands as his worked the next two buttons loose with his fingers, hoping that Emily would continue. She was, afterall, the one who couldn't tear her attention away. He grinned to himself. Although nothing had been said directly, he still couldn't help but find her actions a little too good for his already over inflated ego.

He leaned forward slightly to whisper in her ear, as he worked his way very slowly down to a thrid button, more than half the way down. "Here, let me help you with that."

[Emily Prescott]

"I'm a bad influence and I'll only get worse."

Emily laughed lightly and nodded her head as he agreed he was a bad influence and threatened to get worse, "That I can believe." she replied, looking at him in amusement for a moment before she allowed her eyes to drift around the room. She hated the thought of leaving but he was right, they'd always be able to escape back and that idea made her smile. Their own little hide out, if Chase was right then hardly anybody knew of this place and that suited her just fine, meant there was hardly any risk of anyone finding them here.

She hadn't missed the way he winced when she'd moved and she felt her cheeks flush again, realising why he probably did that. Again it took her till now to realise she was in a rather intimate position, but just couldn't find it in her to move, and she highly doubted with the way his hands rested on her legs he'd allow her to move either.

He grinned at her comment about control and before she could even respond to his question, Chase's hands covered her own where they idly played with the button on his shirt, and somehow he managed to pop the next two loose, all the while holding onto her hands, "Chase..." she said his name quietly, a hint of doubt in her voice as she bit down on her lip once more. They were pushing the boundaries again, she could feel where this would lead, one by one the barriers between them were coming down and she simply couldn't find the will to put a stop to them.

As he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, their hands moving together to the third button, Emily closed her eyes and shook her head, opening them to look him in the eye she smiled softly and leaned forward to kiss him, this time her hands moving without his aid as they successfully opened the third button of his shirt, and as he fingers moved to the fourth, Emily allowed the tips of them to graze over his bare chest, "Remember...you started this..." she said with a smile between kisses, finally pushing open his shirt and allowing her hands to flatten over his bare chest.

[Chase Connors]

"Remember...you started this."

And she seemed to be in no rush to end it...

Chase couldn't fight back a grin as Emily pushed his shirt aside and lay her hands flat on his chest. He had no idea what was going to happen between them but one thing he did know for sure - he hadn't been expecting this when he'd set out tonight.

He'd been sure that he'd get no further than a few heated kisses with her tonight, and sure that she'd stop him the minute he tried to take things any further than that. She was so full of surprises. How much further things were going to go from now he had no idea.

He moved forward enough to shrug his shirt off his shoulders and pulled his arms out, throwing it to the floor somewhere over to his left. Pulling her in to steal another kiss, Chase could feel her hands roaming over his bared flesh and he groaned into her mouth. Gods he wanted her. So bad...

His hands dropped back to her thighs and he pushed past the boundary of her dress, wishing that he could take it off her as easily as he'd taken off his shirt, but he had the feeling she wouldn't let him do that. Instead, he let his hands drift steadily northwards. She didn't protest.

The kiss deepened and hit a new tempo, their tongues battling it out in a fierce battle for control. A desperate frenzy.

Chase trailed his hands higher still. Still no complaints from the sexy little minx on his lap. Taking a chance, he let his hands drift so that his fingers trailed dangerously on the insides of her thighs. He felt her finger nails dig into his shoulders then drag down his chest, causing him to bite back a groan.

She shifted, moving closer to him and his trousers became painfully tight.

Emily paused momentarily but didn't break the kiss. As Chase used one hand to free the clasp and zip in the back of her dress she let her hands drop lower.

Wow... Chase really wasn't expecting this tonight...

*scene fade*

(ooc: Yup! You guessed it! Smexy times for Chase and Emily! WOOHOO!!!!! Let your imaginations run wild... also - god modded with Nat's permission!)