Your Biggest Mistake-Chase and Anna...

[Chase Firebrand]

Chase's eyes flickered crimson. He'd made his decision, and with that came the need to prove himself right. He caught the soft feminine hand still lying against him and brought it to his lips, pressing kisses against her knuckles, turning her hand to press one against her wrist, then following her sensitive inner arm, tempting her to remember him. He tugged lightly at her hand, firmly ignoring Michael as he swept aside Anna's hair, giving her a silent promise for more.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael couldn't forget Chase, not when the other guy had his lips on Michael's girlfriend, but he tried to ignore him. Some part of his mind was telling him that it was how he could prove his worth, he could prove Chase wrong if he could get Anna to be only with him. He turned, pulling Anna away from Chase, putting his back to Chase and deepening the kiss, his arm winding around her waist.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Anna's skin tingled from where Chase's lips had just been. She tried to ignore it, letting Michael pull her away and claim her himself. But it was impossible to get the what ifs out of her head. Was Michael the one? How could he be if a simple kiss from Chase could distract her into momentarily forgetting him? She didn't know what to do, so she did nothing, allowing Michael to kiss her, and trying to kiss him back as he deserved.

[Chase Firebrand]

It wouldn't be that easy for Michael. Chase knew when a girl wanted him, and he followed, his arm slipping around her waist to pull her away, to pull her toward him. His mouth ducked against her neck, taking it to the next level, purposefully baiting Michael. Win her back, I dare you. He was going to entice her right into his arms. Maybe it was more about proving his point than about Anna, but Chase had grown restless these past months, and this was an outpouring of all his stress and repression. He would have Annabelle, simply because he wanted to.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's eyebrows came together and he tried to press Chase out of the picture, even though he knew that if he pushed Chase away, it wasn't Anna choosing which one was better. He could feel Chase moving and, surprisingly, it wasn't as uncomfortable as Michael thought it probably should have been. His hand came up behind Anna's head, tangling in her hair, and he pressed his tongue into her mouth, wanting to give her a kiss to make her push Chase away.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Annabelle's heart was about to beat out of her chest. She'd never had anyone compete for her attention, let alone doing it so physically at the same time. Her mind gave up trying to sort through the whole situation, which completely overloaded all her senses. If she'd been given time to think, she'd have probably ran from the scene. But she was surounded, and overwhelmed. She couldn't tell who's hands were whos. All she knew was that Michael was taking her senses away with a kiss, and Chase was to her side, making her body squirm with his touch. She unconciously let out a moan of pleasure.

[Chase Firebrand]

That sound urged Chase on, and his hands began to move, exploring Anna's curves a purposefully brushing against Michael now and then. Michael wouldn't forget he was here any more than he'd forget Michael. There was a silent agreement growing between them now, a determination to use anything at their disposal to win her. Chase let Michael have her lips; his own skated down her throat to the collar of her shirt, intent on always staying one step ahead.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael wanted to press her body to his, but there just happened to be another body in the way of him getting the complete contact he wanted. He let his hand pull up the hem of her shirt, pressing his palm to her back before moving to her side and trailing lightly over the sensitive skin. For some reason he was convinced that the sound from her throat hadn't come from him, but from Chase, and the thought only made him work harder. He pressed against her anyway, trying to ease Chase out of the way, but failing.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Anna felt lightheaded from all the attention. She grabbed on to the nearest fabric she could; one hand clutching the collar of Michael's Shirt, the other catching a handfull at the center of Chase's chest. With all the hands on her, there's no way she could even sway on her feet, but the physical contact made her feel slightly in control of her fate. She increased the intensity of the kiss, needing more, of something she couldn't name. Her body ached for more contact, wiggling every witch way trying to get whatever her body was missing.

[Chase Firebrand]

It was the motion of her body that caught Chase's attention. His hands converged, working the buttons at the front of her shirt as he kissed her neck and throat. The motion brought him against Michael, but rather than backing away, he upped the stakes in their wordless competition, daring Michael to give up with the pressure of hard male form against male form. His hands roamed over Anna as he tugged her shirt free at last, every motion bringing them closer together.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael sighed into the kiss, one hand moving down her body while the other traced up her back. His mouth moved from hers and trailed along her jaw. He refused to back down, he wouldn't give Anna up to Chase. The feel of Chase against him was odd, making him uncomfortable, and he tried his best to focus on Anna, the feel of her smooth skin beneath his palms and lips, the tense fabric from her hand gripping his shirt.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

The chill of the air on her bare skin increased her sensitivity as both pairs of lips explored across her body. Her grip eased and her hands began to roam where they were, desperately seeking something more..

Buttons. She found buttons with one hand and absentmindedly began pulling them through their holes. Her other hand found the same, although lower and began to make work of them also. After one button however, she found a zipper, and both her hands froze, not sure if she could continue.

[Chase Firebrand]

Chase's breath seized at the feel of Anna's hand at the fly of his jeans. Just that contact and the hesitant promise that came with it was enough to completely rewrite the rules of the game. Chase arched against her, encouraging her hand to move as he intensified every motion of his hands and mouth. He could feel Michael getting closer, having at last abandoned the kiss, and spread himself against Anna so that Michael would have no choice but to accept him, an unlikely scenario, or concede victory to Chase.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael felt his shirt being undone, felt it sliding off, felt the cool air on his skin and then the press of his skin against Anna's and the cloth of Chase's shirt. He forced his arm between Anna and Chase, his Mark showing for just a moment before being hidden against her skin. His lips found her ear and his tongue darted across the soft skin. There was a moment of intense hatred of Chase but it was forgotten in the confusing tangle of arms in which they all three were pressed together. His hand started tracing the edge of Anna's pants, his thumb dipping into the edge of the fabric.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Anna moaned at the contact of skin-on skin and the wandering hands. Her hesitation forgotten, she undid the zipper, allowing her hand to explore. Her hand on Michael had ended up on his lower abs, and had become frustrated at the belt she found. Needing help and not willing to give up her recent discovery, she grabbed the nearest hand and moved it to the buckle, not even thinking of who it belonged to.