Strange Feelings (Adara and Emilian)

[Adara Snow]

Adara was looking for Emilian. She hadn't wanted to admit why at first, but eventually it had been too obvious for her to ignore. She missed him. Physically. She'd never felt anything like this before, this restlessness, and she might not have connected that to him, but she kept thinking about him. And so here she was, dressed in a light, clinging blouse and skirt, wondering how it was that he always seemed to find her.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian grinned when he turned a corner to see Adara standing there. She looked absolutely marvelous and all thoughts of, well, everything else left his mind. He came up behind her quietly and leaned close, "Miss me?" he whispered, knowing that it would probably cause her to jump. And if she squealed just a little, then all the better. One thing was certain, he had missed her, and the urge to wrap his arms around her and duck into an empty room was almost too much to resist.

[Adara Snow]

Adara's heart stopped for one startling second as she gasped, and yes, jumped a little, Emilian's sudden nearness a shock to her strangely tense system. When she breathed again, it was with an awareness of herself that she'd never even dreamed of before that unforgettable day with Emilian. The day that, rather than assuaging her curiosity, had only peaked it more. It couldn't possibly have happened the way she recalled it. When she'd gathered herself a little, Adara found herself smiling, her cheeks heated as she nodded lightly. "I was looking for you," she admitted, her soft voice slightly breathless as she turned to look at Emilian.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian's eyes wandered over Adara's body, pausing on her lips and cheeks before meeting her eyes. "And why on earth would you be looking for me?" he asked softly, his blue eyes sparkling like ice glinting in the sun. The look on her face made his own blood rush and it brought him back into the Room of Requirement, to when she had stretched against him murmuring in that small voice of hers.

[Adara Snow]

Adara's blush deepened, her courage attempting to desert her now that she needed it, though why she should need it, she couldn't say. "I was thinking," she managed to say. "About that day..." Her gaze flickered away from Emilian, but she brought it back, knowing he liked her to look at him. "I was wondering..." Adara's words trailed away. She was having trouble speaking for the intensity of everything she was feeling. Did Emilian feel these things? Or was he simply so used to them that he had learned to cope?

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian smiled at her, "What?" He tilted his head slightly, an amused look on his face, and found his hands coming up to her shoulders and trailing down her arms. It was highly doubtful that the touches would help her finish her sentences, but he had momentarily lost all control of his arms and hands. The feel of her beneath his fingers once more made his mind reel, but he focused on her answer, or whatever it was she would say next.

[Adara Snow]

There was more of that heart-pounding heat in Emilian's cool touch than Adara had ever felt before, and it left her breathless, her thoughts turning to recalled pleasures. She was unable to turn her thoughts away, and it showed in the part of her lips and the heavy rise and fall of her chest. She blinked as her gaze rose from Emilian's lips. "What did you say?" she asked absently. She seemed to have forgotten the question.

[Emilian Sota]

"What were you wondering?" Emilian's face remained pulled into that same smile as his gaze was momentarily distracted by the movement of her chest. When he pulled his eyes back up to hers he took a subconscious step forward. While it would be nice if he could touch her and Adara still be able to finish her thoughts, the knowledge that he had such an effect on her was intoxicating.

[Adara Snow]

Adara's lips parted further, in an attempt to form words that didn't leave her lips. Emilian had always flustered her, but knowing made it so many times more powerful. Adara began to contemplate the unthinkable; just kissing him. But she didn't know if she could. After all they'd done together, initiating was still beyond her. But she could still give him some sort of answer, couldn't she? Adara leaned closer to Emilian, pulling her lip momentarily between her teeth as her gaze dropped and stayed on Emilian's mouth.

[Emilian Sota]

A soft "ah" came from Emilian's lips before he dipped his head to kiss her. He wanted to initiate a passionate, intense encounter, but held back because of where they were. One hand slipped from her arm and went around her back, holding her gently but firmly to him. The action immediately set his mind working to think of where the nearest empty room would be.

[Adara Snow]

At the touch of his lips, Adara forgot where they were, forgot that someone might see them, that this was something private. Her hands, reflexively resting on his chest, slid up to his shoulders as she returned his kiss, sparks dancing through her wherever they touched. It was only as she recalled what came next that she realized there was no bed nearby, and through that thought, that they were standing in an open corridor. Adara broke the kiss, but couldn't pull back beyond the slight shift of her hands back to Emilian's chest. "We shouldn't...here..." she said breathlessly, dark eyes dazed.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian nodded his head, his eyes hazy as they raced over her face. He could feel a few pairs of eyes on them as he kissed just beneath Adara's jaw, where the bone met her neck, and pulled back. He took her hands down and linked arms with her. "Where to, Princess?" he asked softly, grinning and knowing that she would catch the reference.

[Adara Snow]

Adara smiled and blushed prettily, her heart swelling at the endearment, even if she knew that he wouldn't call it such. "Anywhere, Emilian," she breathed, leaving the rest silent. I trust you. It was beside the fact that she knew only of the Room of Requirement and the dormitories. Of course, it was beyond her comprehension that the specific acts they'd engaged in, those acts that deepened her blush upon thought, could be done outside that particular environment. Emilian was the teacher, and she the willing pupil. She trusted him.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian led her down a corridor, peeking into rooms as he came to them in hopes of finding an empty one so as to not have to go find the Room of Requirement. The fourth room he checked was good, after finding a class in session, one already occupied with a detention, and one without a proper area. The one he pulled Adara into had a large desk against the back and some old desks scattered about. He locked the door and grinned, pulling her to him, "Kiss me," he whispered, his arms around her waist. She had made him, and now it was his turn.

[Adara Snow]

Adara looked up at Emilian from beneath thick, ink-black lashes, her lips curving again a moment before she rose up onto her toes and pressed her mouth to his. Her hands, now that she and Emilian were truly alone, slid up behind his neck. Her body melted against his, and her heart pounded wildly as she dared herself, then parted her lips in invitation.