Fix (Emilian & Adara)

[Adara Snow]

She had only gotten an owl telling her that Emilian was no longer at the school, asking her to visit this shop in nearby Hogsmeade. She hadn't even known he was released from the hospital until then. Adara had tied on her cloak and left immediately, pausing some indeterminate moments at the gates. Since she had been at Hogwarts, she had never left them. But Emilian had asked her to come.

She paused in front of the building, a dusty-looking shop at the end of the street between the post office and a run-down shack on a nearby hill. This was where she would find Emilian? Adara reached tentatively for the door handle, then pulled and entered the shop, pausing just on the threshold.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian heard the door open and looked up, his eyes brightening immediately when he saw who stood in the doorway. He came out from behind the counter and went towards her, "Adara," he said, smiling. It was so good to see her, and to know that he would be able to touch her without holding back because of the pain it would cause. "I was almost afraid the owl wouldn't go through." He didn't know how serious the Headmistress would be about him contacting students.

[Adara Snow]

Adara couldn't help returning Emilian's smile, a weight lifting from her chest at seeing him well. She closed the distance between them, her cloak parting as she raised her arms around his neck. "The owl found me," she said, her eyes skimming over his face, pausing at the mark on his temple. "I worried for you," she breathed. Her eyes found Emilian's again and searched for the truth; was he well? "What happened, Emilian?"

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian hugged Adara close to him, smelling her hair and kissing her cheek before meeting her eyes. "You shouldn't have worried. The Headmistress came, said that she was disgusted with me, expelled me, and gave me back my wand," he said, his arms still around her. "She gave me an hour to leave and said I couldn't speak to anyone, or I would have found you." And that was it, it had all been so quick, barely five minutes of conversation between him and the Headmistress and it was done.

[Adara Snow]

"I am well, Emilian, and I found you," Adara said, smiling. She moved closer against him, luxuriating at the feel of him, whole and strong again. "And you have your wand," she observed. Adara brought her lips against Emilian's jaw, too excited to contain herself. It took a moment for the bad news to penetrate through the good. She pulled back a bit to look up into Emilian's eyes again, worry returning to her face. "But if you are expelled, where will you live?" she asked. Had she even noticed the shop for having seen Emilian?

[Emilian Sota]

"Here," Emilian said, excitement showing in his eyes. "I own this store now. I live upstairs." He had barely been upstairs but to look at the furniture and make sure it was to his liking. It was rare that he was so excited, but he looked forward to having his own place to do with what he wanted. He didn't think he'd have to live off of his parent's money for long, although that didn't mean that he wouldn't get a rather large inheritance when they died.

[Adara Snow]

Adara beamed at Emilian's obvious excitement. She turned in his arms to look at the shop, now that her attention had been brought to it. Fine jewelry rested delicately, ornately in displays and glass cases. "It is beautiful, Emilian," she said. "Is it truly yours?" Her eyes found his again, wanting to absorb the unshielded joy while it shone.

[Emilian Sota]

"Yes, all mine." He stared into her eyes for a moment more before dipping his head and kissing her on the mouth. When he pulled away, Emilian linked arms with her and started walking around the shop. "Look at these," he said, when he got to the display full of long, silver chains. "That one," he said, pointing to a thin one, "Would look good on you." He looked over at her, smiling.

[Adara Snow]

Adara flushed a soft rose at Emilian's words, but turned obligingly, leaning to admire the chain. The workmanship was so very fine. Adara's hand rose, her fingers pausing just before the glass. "It is exquisite," she breathed. And he had said it would look good on her. Adara straightened slowly, bringing her gaze back to Emilian, though she could not refrain from glancing once more at the display. She chewed her lip, wondering if she should ask to touch the chain, to try it on, and then mentally scolding herself for covetousness.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian pulled out his wand and tapped the glass. The latch snapped and he pulled open the top of the case. He pulled his arm from Adara and reached in, taking out the chain. "It is," he agreed, handing it to her. If she liked it, he would let her have it, he could stand the loss of a necklace, but only for Adara, no one else would get anything free from him. "Try it on," he urged, he wanted to see the glittering metal against her pale skin.

[Adara Snow]

Adara only hesitated a moment, unwilling to argue such an offer. She reached for her cloak's tie at her neck and pulled, letting the material slither to the floor, a silken puddle at her feet. "Will you help me?" she asked, her gaze dropping to the chain draped against Emilian's fingers. Her hands rose again, gathering her hair and raising it, the air cool and strange against her bared neck and collarbone.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian went behind her, one end in his hand. When he went for the other end with his other hand, he let his fingers trail over her skin. He fumbled for a moment with the tiny clasp because his left hand refused to work how he wanted it to, but soon had it hooked and straightened it out around her neck. He turned pointed her towards the mirror a couple of feet away, "If you like it, it's yours," he said, putting his arms around her waist and looking at her over her shoulder and through the mirror.

[Adara Snow]

Adara turned to the mirror at Emilian's direction, her gaze focusing on the slender chain. It circled the back of her neck and trailed across her collarbones and down to rest intimately against the tops of her breasts. She watched her reflection as her hand rose, fingers touching the delicate chain and pausing as her gaze widened to take in Emilian, watching over her shoulder. Her cheeks warmed with rose as her eyes found his. How such a cool blue could look so heated she would never understand, nor did she wish to. "It is beautiful, Emilian. Thank you," she said, slightly breathless.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian dipped his head down, kissing her neck. "You're very much welcome." He let his lips roam over the skin, he hadn't been able to since a while before the fight. His eyes opened and trailed down the chain, a wolfish smile coming over his face when his gaze strayed just a little farther down. He pulled her against him and returned hungrily to his previous activity.

[Adara Snow]

Adara blushed further, even as she made a soft sound of pleasured consent, her hand rising again to smooth against Emilian's head. Her fingers slipped into his hair, a light caress that she knew could not last. They would both want more. "Emilian," Adara said gently, "should we...go upstairs?" It was already incredibly difficult to think.