Hiding in Plain Sight (Adara and Emilian)

[Adara Snow]

Adara blushed lightly, her hard work ruined just by the gleam in Emilian's eyes. "I...I don't recall," she said. And now that she was thinking about the possibility of his kissing her again, there was little chance that she would recall. "It just...seemed like the thing to say," she tried.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian's eyes went straight to her cheeks, the color like a magnet. He looked over her face before meeting her eyes again. "So, do you enjoy surprises?" A few ideas for surprises for her started running around in his head.

[Adara Snow]

Again, Adara sensed more to what he was asking than the words themselves implied, but could think of no response other than the truth. "Yes..." She was feeling flustered again, and she wondered how the conversation had managed to turn itself back onto her. Still, Emilian was beside her, and she felt the safety of the rest of the entrance hall, even if it was rapidly fading.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian grinned, "Well, would you like a surprise?" He shifted and turned his body towards her, leaning one shoulder against the wall. It wouldn't be a complete surprise, but it'd still count, if she didn't know exactly what he was going to do. The fact that there were still people in the hall was lost to Emilian, all that he remembered was that he had to keep whatever he did simple and tame.

[Adara Snow]

Adara couldn't take her eyes from Emilian, nor could she control her blush or the expectant tension in her body. His surprise had to be a kiss, she could think of nothing else. She tried to remind herself that a kiss could not possibly be only a kiss between them, but she wanted his kiss, and so she ignored her own warnings. Adara nodded her reply, then closed her eyes, tilting her chin up for him.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian watched her for a second, thinking about not responding to her and instead telling her that it wouldn't be a surprise if she knew what he was doing, but the thought didn't last long. He took her chin in one hand and brought his lips to hers, kissing her lightly.

[Adara Snow]

She hadn't been expecting this soft kiss, and so her response did not quite match what Emilian had initiated. Adara still held a large book in one arm, but the other she wrapped around the back of his neck as she parted her lips.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian's eyebrows raised slightly at her response, he hadn't thought she'd be the one to wish for a more intense kiss. He took his hand from her chin and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. With his other hand he took the book from her and, bending his knees, dropped it onto the floor. He could feel a few pairs of eyes on them, but having an audience didn't bother him in the least.

[Adara Snow]

With her other arm now free, Adara brought her hand to Emilian's chest, exultant at being able to kiss him again. After the last time, she'd been afraid that he would never forgive her, and though she'd thought about their kisses, no amount of thinking could summon the feeling of actually being near him. The tip of her tongue swept tentatively against his lips, asking Emilian for more, asking wordlessly for him to lead her.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian put his other arm around her slender waist, pulling her to him. He had always loved the feel of another's body pressed against his, the more area touched, the better. The fact that she was obviously wanting more made his heart speed up and he met her tongue with his, granting her silent request.

[Adara Snow]

Adara's arm felt crushed between them, so she slid it up and around the back of Emilian's neck, letting her fingers spear into the hair falling onto his nape. The motion allowed her body to press more fully against Emilian's, and she molded against him, intrigued at how easily they fit together. Her mind conjured its best attempt at Dru's description of other things that fit, but she could not seem to picture it, and so she discarded the thought, focusing on the intricacies of the kiss.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian turned them, pressing her lightly to the wall. He let one hand rest on her hip and his other arm snaked over hers, letting his hand touch along her cheek and jawline. The ease with which she had returned the kiss had heartened Emilian, giving him some stupid hope that he may still have a chance of getting her to give in to him.

[Adara Snow]

Adara was concentrating on the kiss, on the freedom he was allowing her to explore, and paid no attention to the sudden disappearance of the space around her. Kissing him for once was a heady feeling, and Adara could do no less than enjoy every aspect of it.

[Emilian Sota]

For the moment, Emilian was content to feed off of the obvious enjoyment she was getting from the kiss. He cradled the back of her head with his hand, his fingers running through her hair. He slowly increased the pressure of his body against hers, from light to something more intense.

[Adara Snow]

It was growing harder to breathe, possibly due to Emilian's weight bearing her into the wall, though Adara enjoyed the feel of him. She recalled the motion of his fingers against her jaw and the tingle it sent down her neck, and she wondered if her touch had the same effect on him. She brought one of her hands forward, letting her fingers trail against Emilian's neck, slowly down from beneath his ear toward his collar.