Meeting with a Stranger

[Aphrodite Fox]

Aphrodite was at her small, second floorapartment, at a half way point between Bleak Street and Brightstone Village, in a very tiny village called Coradelle Cove.

She was rushing around, trying to figure out what she was going to wear. She looked at herself in the mirror, fixing up her hair and make up, when she thought about the situation she was preparing for. What am I thinking, inviting over a complete stranger to my apartment? She thought to herself, but then realized that if anything got out of hand, she was the one that was magically advanced. Though for some reason, she had a feeling that it wouldn't be a problem, she felt as though it was love at first sight. That made her shudder, she poured herself a glass of firewhisky, and sat on the beige sofa, staring out the dark window.

 

[Yakov Olaf]

Yakov had been surprised when the woman had given him her address.
He had spent a few minutes staring at his arm before downing some firewhiskey and apparating to the apartments.
It was dark outside but Yakov barely noticed as he checked the address once more.
He looked up to the second floor and smiled, apparating to the front door.
He knocked lightly, a seductive glint in his eye. Yakov was smiling.
This would hopefully be a good night.

 

[Aphrodite Fox]

Aphrodite was sipping her firewhisky when she heard the soft knock on her front door. She kept herself composed, but was secretly excited about her guest arriving. She put down her glass of firewhisky, and walked to the door, opening it with a flirtatious smile. "Hello Yakov. Welcome to my apartment, what do you think?" She asked, though in all honesty she didn't quite care what anyone thought of her apartment, but found it necessary to ask Yakov anyway. Aphrodite then stepped to the side, giving him room to enter. "Did you tell your mother and father that you are here for the night?" She teased, in her seductive voice.

 

[Yakov Olaf]

Yakov, though he had plenty of room to pass this woman, moved slowly towards her, reaching out a hand and lightly stroking his fingers round her face and under her chin.
"No," he whispered, his eyes flitting between her lips and her eyes, "And they don't need to know."
He leant forwards, his lips only just meeting hers for a moment before he stepped aside and walked into the room, sitting down with a look of total calm upon his face.
He was jumping for joy inside. He had made it this far, could he make it any further?
Yakov had the urge to send an owl to his older brother, boasting that he'd got further.. But that would be silly and childish.
Yakov tried to relax, taking a deep breath.

 

[Aphrodite Fox]

The one of two things Aphrodite and her younger half-sister both have in common is reading people like a book. She was chilled when Yakovs lips merely brushed by hers, and she craved for more. She closed the dark brown door, and turned around to face Yakov. She noticed as he took a deep breath, as though he was trying to calm down. She cocked her head as she walked towards him, bring her body so that her chest was touching his, her stomach to his as well. "Excited?" She whispered, her warm breath flowing to his cheeks. She brought her hands up to Yakov's face, and stroked his cheeks, then brought his face to hers, and passionately kissed him, with her warm hands against his cold cheeks.

 

[Yakov Olaf]

Yakov was almost shaking with anticipation.
"Excited?"
He heard the woman say as her chest touched his stomach.
'Excited' was the understatement of the year; Yakov was feeling so full of courage, so brilliant and so turned on.
He felt the warmth, the flowing breath, the passionate kiss and her hands on his cheeks.
He placed his hands on her cheeks too, kissing just as passionately.
Yakov then attempted to 'lead' her- while still kissing her- onto the sofa with him.

Later he would consider if this had been the right decision;
to go home with a stranger and then become 'romantically involved' with them.
Truth was, Yakov didn't even know her name.
But beauty as such did not need a name.
She could be called Merlin and she would still be just as beautiful, just as exciting and attractive.

 

[Aphrodite Fox]

Aphrodite wrapped her arms around his neck, and she felt herself get lead backwards towards the couch. With each step she took, she kicked off one heel; she always wore heels, even indoors. Now the height difference was even more intense, and she was up on her tip-toes to keep locked to Yakov. She fell back onto the sofa, and opened her eyes, staring right at him, feeling completely vulnerable, but at ease at the same time. At this point, she knew what was going to happen, and that there wasn't going to be as much talking as she had thought there would be. She closed her brown eyes tight, and let go of her vulnerability, throwing her defenses down completely, and loving every minute of it.