Hiding in Plain Sight (Adara and Emilian)

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian pulled back a little as an unexpected shiver ran down his spine from her touch. He paused for just a moment before returning to the kiss with an increased intensity. Why the light touch had caused such a sensatin, he wasn't exactly sure, but he was fairly certain that it had something to do with the knowledge she was enjoying herself just as much as he was, if in a different way.

[Adara Snow]

Adara took what Emilian offered, giving him back his intensity with the innocent fervor of one lost in enjoyment. She wanted Emilian to enjoy this as well, and her hand shifted down against his chest and torso, recalling his assurance that he wanted her to touch him. She wished she knew more, wished she could trust herself to know when to stop.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian eased his weight from her, his one hand moving from her hip back around her waist, roaming over her body while resisting the urge to pull up her shirt. His other hand stayed behind her head, pressing her to his lips once more before he kissed along her jaw to whisper in her ear, a grin on his face. "You're learning."

[Adara Snow]

Adara felt a wave of warmth, part blush, part pleasure at his praise. It made her feel bold, and with Emilian's lips out of reach, she pressed kisses to his neck, down toward his collar. She marveled at the strange cool of his skin against the warmth of her own and began to wonder...her tongue dipped lightly against his skin, bringing another blush with her momentary ease in curiosity.

[Emilian Sota]

A low groan escaped Emilian's mouth and he nuzzled into her neck. He stroked her hair, as if to urge her on in her exploration. It was a unique feeling, knowing that she had, most likely, never done anything with anyone. Talk about corrupting innocence, he thought, grinning.

[Adara Snow]

Adara's eyes fluttered open at the sound Emilian had made. She worried that she had done something wrong, but she felt the encouraging motion of his hand against her, and he hadn't pulled away. After a brief moment, she decided to trust that he'd tell her if she did something he didn't like. She pressed her lips against him once more, parting them softly to taste him more thoroughly.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian wasn't sure who was enjoying her surprise more, Adara or himself. He wondered what it would be like to just lay back and let her learn all her own, to assuage her curiosity however she wanted, and the thought just made his heart beat faster. To keep focused on the present, to keep the image from his mind, he started to mimic her movements.

[Adara Snow]

Adara made a soft sound of pleasure at the feel of Emilian's lips against her neck. Nerves had settled, leaving her with curiosity, excitement, and sensation. The freedom was heady, and her kisses against his neck and throat grew bolder, more enthusiastic. She shifted both hands against his torso now, loving the feel of him against her palms, unadulterated delight in every motion.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian wasn't sure if they were the only ones in the Entrance Hall yet, but the idea that someone may have been watching didn't stop him from inching his fingers under the hem of her shirt. He kept his hand on her back, thinking that it may keep her from stopping him for longer than if he was on her stomach or sides. The obvious enjoyment she was getting only pushed him on, keeping him interested even though he wanted to go so much farther than she would allow. And that was beside the fact that he loved the growing tension in every muscle in his body.

[Adara Snow]

Emilian's touch against her skin was all it took to remind Adara what she was doing. She pulled back breathlessly, her lashes fluttering open, hands settling suddenly against Emilian's wrists. "No more," she murmured. She had willingly forgotten that one kiss could never be enough. "I am sorry, Emilian, I...forgot myself."

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian rested his hands on her hips and hung his head back, taking a deep breath and letting it out in a long, groaning sigh. He knew that it had been only a matter of time, but he had hoped.... He wasn't angry like he had been in the library, he also didn't feel the way he had in that classroom, it was a strange median of the two. His eyes were intense when he met hers again, "You should do it more often," he said, one corner of his mouth turning up slightly before he met her lips for one more short kiss.

[Adara Snow]

Adara couldn't resist that kiss, as brief as it was, even with the results of the last kiss still humming through her. When her lips were her own again, they curved into a hopeful smile. "Then you are not angry?" She looked at Emilian from beneath her lashes, hoping fervently that she hadn't gone too far again.

[Emilian Sota]

"No, I'm not angry," Emilian said through a heavy sigh. "Just frustrated." He pulled away from her to prevent himself from picking right back up from where he had stopped. He was frustrated not only because of her, but because of himself as well, he was preventing them from going any farther just as much as she was.

[Adara Snow]

"Frustrated?" Adara echoed. "Because I will not have sex with you?" She smoothed her hands lightly against Emilian's chest and then pulled them back, picking at the sides of her skirt to keep them busy. "I am sorry, I wish I knew some other way to make this better, Emilian."

[Emilian Sota]

"I'm frustrated with you, I'm frustrated with me, I'm frustrated with Michael," Emilian muttered, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall again. It seemed more and more like Lucretia was right, that his whole world was falling down around him. But he refused to truly admit it to himself, because that would mean that he'd also have to change and that was something he wasn't willing, or ready, to do.