Alone (Adara and Emilian)

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian's heart was racing, and the feeling of her actually responding and getting into the kiss only pushed him on. He blinked his eyes open for a second, making a sweep of the corridor, and saw a door leading to, he hoped, an empty classroom. It has to be, he thought. He broke the kiss for a second, "In there," he breathed, flicking his eyes to the door as he did. He wanted to get out of the hall, didn't want to be in the middle of something and have a gaggle of people turn the corner.

[Adara Snow]

Adara nodded, too dazed to do anything else, and let Emilian guide her into the room, completely forgetting her books. It was only as she stepped through the door that the haze around her mind began to lift, and she wondered vaguely what they were doing, why they had stopped what they were doing before. "Emilian, why are we here?" she asked softly, pushing at the haze, trying to think.

[Emilian Sota]

"More private," was Emilian's short, slightly breathless answer before shutting the door and putting both arms around her waist once more and dipping his head to kiss her neck. He was very glad to see that the room was indeed empty. He hoped that that would be enough to keep anyone from finding him.

[Adara Snow]

Adara gasped at the sudden feel of Emilian's arms around her, the unexpected sensation against her neck. She pulled deep, quick breaths, something triggering the feeling that this was entirely different from what had happened in the corridor. "Emilian," she pleaded, breathing his name like a talisman. She caught at his shoulders, but made no move to push him away, unsure what else to do.

[Emilian Sota]

"Yes?" The word was barely audible, having been mumbled against her neck. He had hoped that she would be compliant, not really put up much of a fuss, she had seemed like she wouldn't the first few times he had spoken to her. But who all could she have spoken to since then?

[Adara Snow]

Adara couldn't think of anything to say, couldn't quite remember what she'd meant by calling to him. Things were beginning to get hazy again, and it was easy to let go. But her body was beginning to crave something, and Adara's fingers tightened against Emilian, an unspoken request for something she didn't understand.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian grinned at her silence and worked his way to her ear, "Say that you want me," he said quietly, lips grazing her skin. He couldn't help it, he was vain, and hearing those words from someone's mouth was the greatest aphrodisiac he knew.

[Adara Snow]

"I want you, Emilian," she breathed, even if she didn't understand what it was she was asking for. She did want something, some satisfaction for whatever it was that had come over her. And he had asked. She wanted to please him, and he had asked for something which cost her nothing to say. She was still, trembling as she waited for him to kiss her again.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian all but groaned at her breathless words and he took it as an invitation to let his hands drift up under her shirt, his fingers lightly running along her sides. He pressed his lips hungrily to hers again, not wanting to give her a chance to reconsider.

[Adara Snow]

Adara's shocked gasp was smothered in Emilian's kiss. No one touched her, outside shaking hands, and her skin was so sensitive that even his soft touch was enough to break through the sleepy fog she'd been in. She lifted her hands from his shoulders, bringing them down to Emilian's hands, and grasped his wrists halfheartedly as she tried to shift away.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian opened his eyes and broke the kiss, "Yes?" he asked, eyes flashing for just a moment. He didn't take his hands from her, if anything he tightened his hold. He pulled her hips to him, pressing them together. Perhaps she would put up a fight after all. Mentally he shrugged, it didn't matter to him, he would get what he wanted, even if his chance was lost this time.

[Adara Snow]

Adara struggled to think, trying to put words together. "I...it is strange, Emilian..." She tried to regulate her breathing, tried to force the world to stop spinning. "I am...to cover myself," she said, pleading for him to understand. Her hands stayed around Emilian's wrists, but did not seek to push him away.

[Emilian Sota]

"Why cover something so beautiful?" Emilian murmured to her, brushing his lips along her jawline. He shifted his wrists and took hers, bringing her hands to the hem of his shirt, silently urging her to do the same as he had been doing.

[Adara Snow]

Adara felt as though she might explode if she moved, every nerve tight and tense. She could not breathe, though she took great lungfuls of air. "I am afraid, Emilian." But she was curious, sinfully curious as to what he looked like. "Is it not wrong to see you?" She had always been kept from such things, told that they were not for her eyes, and everything hinged on the answer to her question.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian smiled and put one arm around her again, the other he used to cradle her head. He looked into her eyes, "No, it's not, I've never in my life been told otherwise." It wasn't exactly appropriate to strip down in front of the entire school, but all in all it wasn't wrong.