Your Biggest Mistake-Chase and Anna...

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Anna walked quickly through the corridors. She had stayed way too late in the library and hoped she'd make it back to her dormitory before curfew. As she came around a corner, she ran head-on into something solid. "oof." Her books scattered on inpact. She bent down and began quickly picking them up. "I'm sorry, are you O..." She stopped mid sentance when she looked up and reallized who she'd just ran into. She hadn't been alone with him since the day they met and she'd ran off. She finished with a lame "K."

[Chase Firebrand]

Chase's lips curved into a smirk he was powerless to temper. He crouched, picking up the last of Anna's books and looking it over. Apparently she was as easily flustered as ever, a fact that appealed to that part of him he'd been repressing the past few months. He looked her over, perhaps a little more obviously than he'd meant, but then, at this time of night, there wasn't anyone around to see.

Chase's free hand curved around Anna's arm as he guided her to stand, using the opportunity to pull her close. "It's a little late to be out alone, don't you think?" Chase's eyes flickered crimson and scarlet at the edges. He didn't intend anything, but Anna didn't know that, and Dru didn't need to know. He'd just play a little, relieve the boredom.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

"I ah, was just going to bed." Anna felt her cheeks heating. She hated when she couldn't thing and stupid things poured out of her mouth. She didn't think running into him should have affected her so much, she was dating Michael afterall, and had hardly even though of chase lately. "Well, um, Thanks." She reached for the book with her free hand and grabbed it, brushing against his hand accidently as she did so. She looked up at him, trying to force herself to break free of his hold and go on her way, but she was frozen in place.

[Chase Firebrand]

Chase didn't let go of the book. He pulled lightly, drawing Anna unforgivably close, his head dipping low, but just inside the realm of acceptability. "You don't need your bed," Chase rumbled. God, it had been too long since he'd played the game, and everything about Annabelle was temptation. He couldn't seem to stop himself. "If you could stay awake just a little longer, I might teach you a few things you can't learn in the library," he offered, his hand sweeping lightly up Anna's arm, across her shoulder to the slope of her neck. He was just playing, he reminded himself. Anna wouldn't tell a soul.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Anna broke eye contact, looking around the empty corridor as if looking for a lifeline to drag her out. She knew how dangerous he was, how he could make her forget where she was. She was afraid she'd already fallen under his spell. Any thought of her boyfriend was long forgotten as her mind focused on what he'd just said. "I've read books on..." She realized what she was about to admit and interupted herself looking around again. "I mean, uh, you've already tried that haven't you?"

[Chase Firebrand]

Chase's lips curved at Anna's slipup. It was too much for him to resist. His hand slipped up under her chin, lifting her face toward his. "Maybe I need to finish the lesson, then." He gave her only a heartbeat to ponder his words before his lips were light against hers. "Stop thinking," he whispered. Chase claimed Annabelle's mouth in a kiss of drugging assurance laced with gentle persuasion. He wanted to tempt her, but he wanted her to forget.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Annabelle felt caught by his charms, not to mention his mouth. Her lips parted on their own accord, her hand sliding down the book until it was covering his. She realized something wasn't right, and pulled back, trying to get her mind to work enough to sort through everything. "I can't." She wasn't sure why, but she just knew this was wrong.

[Chase Firebrand]

"You can," Chase murmured. His fingers swept against the side of Annabelle's face, tempting her with skittering sensation, then speared lightly into her hair. "Just feel." He moved closer, until their bodies were so close that a deep breath would bring them against one another. His lips teased at the corner of hers, then shifted away from play, kissing her, taking her mouth with his in a kiss designed to make her weak.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Anna kissed him back, tempted into action. Her forgotten books fell around them as her hand dropped them to clasp her other behind the crook of his neck. Her lips parted, her tongue meeting his in exploration. Eyes closed, she focused on every sensation her body felt from her lips to the touch of his hands. She swayed into him, her body rubbing against him.

[Chase Firebrand]

A low groan rumbled from Chase's throat at Annabelle's surrender, and his arms wrapped around her as the kiss deepened. Somewhere in his mind he realized that they were in an open corridor right in front of the library. Somewhere he realized that this was a bad idea. He shoved that thought away and shifted, pulling Anna with him into the nearest empty classroom. He didn't want to take any chances. As the door swung shut behind them, he set himself to enjoying his lapse in judgment, and to making sure that Anna enjoyed it too much to ever confess.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael had been headed toward the library looking for Anna, only to see two very familiar forms ducking into a classroom. He rushed the remaining area to the door and pushed it open, stepping inside to see something he had never even imagined seeing. His feet stopped working and the door slammed shut behind him. He was speechless as he watched his girlfriend and his ex's boyfriend kiss in the middle of the room.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Anna's head shot toward the door at the sound of it slamming. She bit her lip, suddenly aware of what she was doing. "Oh My." She looked back and forth between the two, afraid of the outcome of her lapse of judgement. She completely forgot that she still had her arms around Chase, and that their bodies were intimately close.

[Chase Firebrand]

Chase should have stepped back, should have said something to brush off what Michael had obviously seen. He should have. But he didn't. His lips spread into a wicked grin at Michael's expense. It figured. Of all the people to walk in, it was his girlfriend's ex, and Annabelle's boyfriend. Chase couldn't stop himself. "It looks like you're just not enough man to keep your girls happy," he taunted. The implication was clear; Dru had gotten over Michael with Chase. Anna had managed to forget Michael for him. Chase refused to let feel guilty about what he was doing. He'd had enough of being penned in by Dru, enough of being led around on that invisible leash. As far as he was concerned, they were over. She just didn't know it yet.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's jaw dropped. "How dare.." he didn't finish his thought but looked over to Anna. His eyes begged her to stop, to say that it was all a joke and that he was better than Chase, that he was enough to keep her happy. But it didn't look that way. He took a few angry but confused steps towards her, staring for a second before grabbing one hand from Chase's shoulder and pulled her towards him.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Anna took her hand from Michael's, bringing it to his cheek. She felt horrible, but had hope since he hadn't completely dismissed her. "Michael." She kissed the corner of his lips. "I didn't mean to, I just ran into him.." She trailed off, kissing him softly on the lips. Anna's other hand remained on Chase, completely forgotten.