Details (Emilian and Michael)

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian opened his lips to respond to Michael when he heard the light knock that was carried up to the room. He debated ignoring it, but then remembered the owl he had sent Adara and stood. "Excuse me," he said to Michael, setting his glass on the small table beside of him, then walked over and opened the door to go see if it was her.

Downstairs, when he opened the door, he smiled broadly, "Good afternoon," he said, glad to be free of the tension coming off Michael in waves, and stepped back to let her in. He leaned in and kissed her lightly. "Are you alright?" he asked, having before noted her teeth on her lip. It wasn't unusual for her to be chewing her lip, but he wanted to be sure, since he didn't know her feelings leading up to the action.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael released a heavy breath when Emilian left and slumped back into the chair, running a hand through his hair. He had never imagined that the meeting would be so stressful. He wondered who it was at the door, and if it would give him reason enough to leave. For the moment he just tried to get his heart to calm down and his breathing to steady. Why was Emilian pushing so hard about Dare? Or did it only seem that way because Michael didn't want to tell him?

[Adara Snow]

"I am well, Emilian," Adara said. "Are you?" A silly question, it seemed, considering the smile on his face. She leaned into him, her hands rising to lay on his chest. "The Headmistress said nothing," she murmured, dark eyes glittering. "I suspect that she also left before the masquerade had ended."

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian smiled and kissed her again, letting his lips linger just a little longer than his previous touch and putting his arms lightly around her. "Good. Speaking of," he said, "I have Jack Sparrow up in the living room." He grinned, "It was Michael." Dipped his head to rest it against hers, though he knew that, with Michael in the living room, they would have to keep their limits.

[Adara Snow]

Adara's eyes widened, and her lips parted. Michael? There were so many thoughts that rushed through her head at that knowledge; she went over their moonlight discussions in an instant, but everything of importance that she had told Jack--Michael--she had shared with Emilian later, in one fashion or another. Had Michael come because of their discussions? It was one of many questions, but only one made it past her lips. "Are you friends again?" she asked, sliding her arms around the back of his neck.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian shrugged, "I think it's a start," he said, remembering the ease of the beginning of their conversation. "We were really comfortable for a little while, then a friend of his got mentioned and he closed up." He hoped that it was a start, anyway, he wanted to be able to talk to Michael like he had been able to before. He stood, holding her for a minute more before speaking, "We should probably go up there," he said, but made no move towards the door.

[Adara Snow]

Adara noted that lack of movement, and her lips curved. "We should," she agreed, but paused only a heartbeat before stretching against him and bringing her lips to his. Just one kiss, one thoroughly satisfying kiss, and she would let him lead her inside.

By the time that one kiss had ended, Adara was near boneless in Emilian's arms. It was with great effort that she pulled back. The sultry look she gave him over her shoulder as she headed into the shop was purely accidental, though quite real.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian's blood rushed at that look and he came up behind her to press his lips to her neck, putting his hands on her hips to lead her up the stairs. Only when they came through the door at the top of the stairs did he release her, making himself be content with his hand lightly touching her lower back. "Sorry, took a little longer than expected," he said, grinning and looking down at Adara. Not that he had been gone very long, but he had been gone longer than needed to simply let someone in.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael had gotten up to walk around, examining some of the things in the room as he tried to work out the tension in his muscles. He had ended up near the window, looking out over the scenery, when Emilian came back. He turned and was glad to be able to manage a smile, the tension gone. "Completely understandable," he said, "Hello princess," he then said, turning his gaze to Adara.

[Adara Snow]

Adara's lips spread into a wide smile that set her dark eyes shining. She was near ecstatic at knowing that it was him, that she could continue the strangely easy friendship that had begun that night, and not only did Emilian approve, but somehow something, even if not the night itself, had brought him back his dearest friend. She could not find words just now, but glanced at Emilian, a momentary look filled with her thoughts and the emotions behind them, then turned to Michael, settled her hand lightly against his sleeve, and presses a butterfly-soft kiss to his cheek. "You will never know how much changed for me that night because of our talk," she murmured as she stepped back. Her eyes met his briefly, then sought Emilian's once more.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian wondered what was said, and if it had been anyone else he would have tensed when Adara pressed her lips to Michael's cheek. But he knew it was innocent, and his eyes were warm as he watched her, a smile coming over his lips. He took Adara's hand and led her to the couch to sit beside him. "I take it you two got on well that night," he said, the glint in his eyes friendly instead of condemning like it would have been had it been anyone else.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael smiled at Adara and nodded. He was amazed at the sudden lightness of the air in the room where he had gotten so used to the heavy tension from before. "We had a lovely conversation," he said, sitting back down in his chair finally. He looked at Emilian, unsure what to make of the warm look in his eyes.

[Adara Snow]

Adara threaded her fingers through Emilian's as she seated herself beside him, her hip pressed lightly against his, unconsciously seeking as much contact as she thought proper in company. In truth, outside the masquerade, she and Emilian had spent nearly all their time together alone. Upon meeting him, they normally sated their desire as immediately as possible, and waiting, being so close to him and doing nothing but press her palm to his was tantalizing.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian tightened his hand around Adara's and his eyes flickered over to her, "She has a talent for lovely conversation." Among other things, he just barely kept himself from adding, though it showed through in his eyes. He kept his eyes on her for just a minute then pulled them away before he decided to kick Michael out. He was doing good to keep the contact down to the light touch of hips and holding her hand.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael had a bit of a flashback to the balls they had attended where Emilian had held such thin control while others were around, he knew it must have been killing him to not be able to do anything. His eyes gleamed with silent amusement, "To keep your attention she must," he said, glancing over at Adara. He knew there was plenty of other things that let Emilian want her, but to keep him for so long there had to be more than the physical.