My Head won't like me Much in the Morning

[Andromeda Fiorelli]

Andy had waited like a prize turkey all day long for Crispin to get home but in the end all she got was a hastily scribbled note forwarded on to her by one of his work colleagues who had been passing by this way. She glared at the note and sighed. Sick of being couped up all day she looked about her, once again he had gotten called away on some assignment that he couldn't talk about with her just yet or until the entire case was completely wrapped up. Her heart was heavy and she was fuming mad. It was only the second day of vacation but already she felt as if Christmas was just going to be one long unending saga of ministry work. She was so tempted to open up The Gables and spend the time alone there over the holidays. Aries had decided to stay on at the school and Fenton had gone to stay with Trista. Harrison had gone back to England to spend Christmas there with his grandmother, her godmother Essie and even with her own family all back in Ireland, Crispin was the only one she had left really. Her day spent with Zazuka had been great but she had to return to France or get up to whatever it was over the holidays that she had planned.

Leaping off the sofa she stomped into the bedroom and rifling through the wardrobe, pulled out a tight fitting pair of jeans, a cropped top, her favourite brown boots, threw on a little make up and topped the whole ensemble off with a rather flattering cowboy hat. She was going to go out and have some fun. It was just after 6:30pm and he had not been specific as to what time he was going to return home at but this was one time she would not be waiting up for him. Andromeda was a raging inferno of hormones by the time she left the apartment, looking decidedly cool yet judging by the glances she received from passersby, obviously hot. She had no idea where she was going but ending up in Obsidian or Brightstone was not on her agenda. So using the ferry she boarded it and headed along to a small town just north of Blenheim. It was a wizarding town so she had no trouble just fitting in, one of the boys had mentioned it earlier in the year and as small as the place was, it reminded her of so many Irish villages that had about twenty houses, two shops and several pubs. Looking about her she spotted one particular establishment called the Wayfarers Inn and decided that it looked just as good as any other place.

She entered and was thankful enough that it was on the quiet side, approaching the counter she smiled at the young man behind it and ordered with the confidence of one who was used to ordering alcohol, a fire whiskey. He gave her a huge smile in return and without asking her age, though she was legal he filled a glass and passed it to her. He then left the bottle on the table and leaning on the counter continued to smile, though leering was a more apt description. Picking up her glass and then the bottle she thanked him before heading to the other end of the counter and standing there on her own she stared at the glass.

It took her nearly five minutes to get the courage up to just knock the stuff back and when she finally did all she wanted to do them was cough and splutter loudly. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter as the heat coursed down through her. Removing the cowboy hat she placed it beside the bottle and exhaled deeply. She had known it would be strong but she had not counted on it being mind blowing and gut wrenchingly strong.

 

[Izaak Finch]

The Leaky Cauldron had always been Izaak’s pub of choice; a meal, a drink, a catch up with friends. It had most always been there. The food there was delicious and the service, although somewhat bitter towards him were quite friendly otherwise, speaking in general terms that is. Nor was it one of those venues that seemed to attract, like bees to honey, such a vast array of shady characters. There had always seemed to be plenty of those in the wizarding world. But Izaak had quickly realised that without Isabella it lacked the appealing lustre that it once boasted. And with her deciding that she’d rather not be with him without even a physical word passed between the now estranged couple, even just the mere thought of anything dearly associated with her made him fume.

So having just heard the news from Sakura that Isabella was well, that being the extent of the information he was told, a scowling Izaak had apparated quickly from his home to a smaller wizarding community, one he had been to once or twice. Obsidian Harbour seemed so awfully displeasing at this very point in time. It took all of two minutes for him to find the nearest pub, typically and as he forcefully swung upon the door he was faced with the realisation that he had not even been touched by sadness or melancholy at the apparent state of his relationship. Furious, yes but not sad. A frown was tight on his brow as he thought over this, furthermore becoming confused but still not sad. Not knowing whether he was coming or going, whether he was up or down or whateverelse he could possibly invent, Izaak suddenly craved for one thing and one thing only. A drink.

It had been a month or two since he had had his last so a certain sense of satisfaction had been worked hand in hand with his order of the heavily alcoholic beverage. The azure-eyed man had been rather eager to down his drink within seconds of receiving it but was thrown off course by a violent spluttering cough to the right of him. A smile curled slyly onto his lips as his gaze found a younger girl at the mercy of the very same beverage, it must have been her first taste, or one of. “Your first, yeah?” He grinned warmly over at the younger girl with sliver of laughter dancing within those stunning blue irises of his. “You’ll get used to it eventually.” An actual chuckle rose in his throat this time but he found his eyes straying from the red-head’s face down to the state of her attire. Suddenly he had become scorchingly aware that half of her toned stomach was on display and that her legs, as long as his perhaps, were boasting their elegance in a pair of tight-fitting jeans. Knowing that this ogling was rather ungentlemanlike of him, Izaak forced his azure eyes back to the limitations of no further than her neck before dipping in another friendly smile for good measure.

 

[Andromeda Fiorelli]

The red head turned to see who had spoken to her and had to do a double take, the likeness to her boyfriend was remarkable. Except for the colour eyes of course. She smiled wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, the drink had not been anything remotely what she thought it would be like and was half afraid to open her mouth for fear her voice had been sucked clean away by the molten liquid. Looking back at the bottle again she merely nodded her head as he told her she'd get used to it eventually. Was this really something she wanted to get used too? Was the empty hole inside her that Crispin's absence had created truly worth gagging in a strange bar?

Fury at him made her pour another glass, this time she raised it as a salute while mentally hoping that Crispin had arrived back earlier than he had expected only to find the place completely empty. What would he do then? Would he come looking for her, considering she hadn't even left a note? She highly doubted in that moment that he would even notice that she was gone. With that thought she drank a dram of the whiskey and exhaled loudly to dispel the burning in her throat.
"At least this time I didn't choke" her voice soft and warm had always been at odds with the amazonian figure she possessed.

Another glance at the man not far from her, he seemed intent on drowning himself in a bottle as she had been. The looks he had given her had not been lost on her at all, she was completely used to them now and took no notice. Yet the fact that he even looked remotely like her boyfriend was like a kick in the gut for her.
"You've had plenty of practice I take it?" her amber eyes looked directly at him now, the vivid blue of his own eyes were startling yet nothing compared to the mixed hue of Crispin's.

 

[Izaak Finch]

Izaak cocked his head at the girl whose personality seemed to match the deep, fire red of her lustrous hair. Her initiative to quickly pour another glass of the swirling rich amber liquid had him intrigued and those eyes, those soulful blue eyes, admired her as she threw a draught of it down. There seemed to be a fierce determination thriving within her, a strong desire to forget. It was a hungry emotion that Izaak knew like the back of his hand, the tireless escape from reality. It had happened time and time again and he often only ended up in a tirade of sorrow; with Casey, Alexis, Isabella, Melodie and that was only to name a handful. He would have done well to forewarn this exotically beautiful girl but he was already in the midst of another fix himself.

Izaak lifted his own glass to the edge of his lips and allowed the burning beverage to scorch a hot trail down his throat. No matter the thousands of times he had done it, it never got any less exhilarating. Huffing a breath outwards as he put the glass away, Izaak perked interestedly at the trickling honey tone of her voice, so meek and sweet against the sex appeal she was rocking. “See?” He smiled crookedly, sweetly as was per his nature and flashed her the dimple in his right cheek. “It’s just one step at a time.” The azure of his eyes matched against the warm amber of her’s, still curious as to how a girl like her, one barely seventeen by a quick glance, would have wound up here all on her lonesome.

"You've had plenty of practice I take it?" The young man gave a sheepish shrug, not exactly wanting to delve into all the times he had had a few swigs too many of the drink. Not wanting to breach the sensitivity of how tonight he’d surely just do it all over again. “Ah yeah, I guess if you want to call it that. Or just getting blindingly drunk.” A laugh escaped him at this, making it seem like it had all just been good fun with friends. And a good portion of it had, but there were things he was quickly growing ashamed of. Allowing his curiousity to grasp the better of him, Izaak piped up suddenly with chin in his hand after having taken another swig of the firewhiskey. “So do you wanna tell me why you’re here all by yourself?” The question was not meant to be interrogative, he had never spoken it in that tone. “Or should we just drink our troubles away together?” Izaak gave another charming laugh and winked at her cheekily. He didn’t even know her name but she was steadily distracting him from his fury and confusion.

 

[Andromeda Fiorelli]

The warmth of the drink was still burning a path through her, her head already feeling much lighter than it had earlier. She wanted to forget the disappointment of not seeing Crispin tonight but was she seriously going about it the right way? As the drink continued to work it's way through her and the lazy delicious affects began to numb her thinking, Andy found she did not want to think about the boyfriend who put his work before her. Could she even truly believe that the ministry would keep a new Hit Wizard out so long on a job? She didn't know the fundamentals behind the job he had but she certainly didn't want to know now. Stubborn as a mule and thoroughly pig headed Andromeda picked up her bottle and moved over to where the friendly stranger stood.

She could easily have just taken her wand out and called for her glass but instead after placing her bottle down she reached across, displaying an expanse of pale skin, a cinched waistline and the pertest of rear ends as she did so. Her fingers curled around the glass and brought it to her holding it up to swivel the last remaining drops that lingered at it's base.
"Let's just drink our troubles away. I won't tell you my sad story and you don't tell me yours" her amber eyes were nearly on par with the hue of the fire whiskey, they sparked and danced as she looked at him. Liking the close proximity to the person who was like a mirror image of Crispin. With a swift movement, she drained the last dregs and placed her glass down on the counter before turning herself around and leaning back against the counter now, elbows propping themselves at her sides as she looked him over unabashedly.

"So do we give real names or would you like to make a name up for me?" her smile was alluring and brazen, compelling anyone to simply look to her mouth and remain riveted by her perfect pouting lips.

 

[Izaak Finch]

Izaak’s mouth was quick to tumble open and his eyes made haste along the toned curvature of her body as the young woman stretched to take her glass between her delicate fingers. Surely she must have had intentions behind her actions and those warming golden eyes of hers had an air of intelligence about them, she hadn’t seemed like much of the loose type anyway. What on Earth is she up to? He mused in slyness to himself but quirked a single eyebrow up at the red headed beauty in correlation with his mind, pressing himself to forget that this excited adrenalin rush was strikingly similar to the one Isabella had given him in the beginnings of their first mistaken night together.

The suggestion put forth in those sweet tones was one that Izaak could not do anything but grin and nod at, throwing in something along the lines of “Sounds like a plan to me”, aswell. A night to forget with a perfect stranger, was there anything more curing then that? She stood close now, her perfume intoxicating as he stole amused glances at her figure directly beside him. But it was not until her bold gaze bore into him that Izaak allowed himself the pleasure of taking in her full form. “Names, eh?” The azure-eyed man mused slyly and quietly, then reached across her himself to grab the cowboy hat she had left sitting on the counter. He grazed his fingers over the straw texture for the briefest of moments with a glint of cheek bright in his gaze before settling the hat upon her head. Those blue eyes drank her in as Izaak smirked to himself, taking the whole bottle of firewhiskey to his lips this time around and swallowing a hefty draught eagerly. “Bonnie.” He grinned wickedly in the very moment he threw the glass bottle down on the counter top with a perfect ‘chink’. No longer could Izaak help himself though and leant in close until his lips were in perfect danger of brushing her ear. His breathy tones were hot and suggestive, just as the smiled on her lips earlier had to some extent implied. “But only if I can be Clyde.”

sorry for lameness, soo tired :/

 

[Andromeda Fiorelli]

The stranger reached across her and she inhaled his scent, unfamiliar to her as it was she relished it. At least not everything about him resembled the very one she wanted to forget now. That would have been just too bizarre even for her. Leaning back just a little as he got her hat, the static from the closeness of their bodies surprised her. She was not someone who went off with strange men, she was not someone who flirted with danger and then she remembered her behaviour in school only the year before and realized with horror that was exactly who she was. If Crispin hadn't tamed the so called beast within her, she would probably have made out with half the male school contingent by now. Her hormones seemed impossible to ignore as she blossomed more and more into womanhood, the werewolf in her seething for escape when there was none to be had.

Looking at him as he placed the hat on her head, she smiled inwardly. Perhaps the beast lay only dormant after all, perhaps her unanswered desires would awaken more of her than she wanted too admit to. He suggested Bonnie and she laughed at that. She was so far from a Bonnie it was just too funny. Again he moved closer to her but this time it was to whisper in her ear. The delicious warmth of his breath tingled down her spine and involuntarily she gasped, her back arching slightly at the tremor. Of course she had heard of Bonnie and Clyde, she had grown up for a while in the muggle world after all. Now that Bonnie she somehow didn't mind being named after, infamous and dangerous.

The teasing flirtatious games she had played with the boys at the school were nothing now compared to what was transpiring with this grown up man. Herself and Crispin had gone further and further down the road of passion though never fully committing to it. They had both been hoping that perhaps this Christmas with her now of age, that they could finally let their desires have full reign. The rate he was working they were never going to commit to anything. Purposefully she had removed the promise ring from her finger before leaving the apartment so the glint of it did not deter her as she slowly trailed a hand up along Clyde's arm and moving from the counter almost pressed the length of her exquisite body against him.

"Are you as dangerous as he was?" her own voice had dropped to a seductive tone as her own mouth came very close to his own ear. Two after all could play at this game.

 

[Izaak Finch]

The delightful shudder that coursed through her body excited Izaak more than it probably should have, knowing that he was not the only one that felt this physical attraction in the middle of a desolate town’s inn. To see her reaction to his supple whisper was all that Izaak really needed to whisk this misunderstanding between himself and his girlfriend away. It fuelled him with vicious anger to think that Isabella had believed the letter without even thinking to talk to him, call him or owl him at the very least to the point where he figured he might as well make the best of the situation. He had been given lemons, and he’d make lemonade; this girl sidled up against his profile, Bonnie as he had so dared to name her, being the vital ingredient.

The soft, suggestive tones of her voice ebbed straight through his ear and into the very blood that swam through his veins. Catching himself off guard, Izaak bit down on his lower lip to contain the images she was unknowingly conjuring up in his head. She was not a veela, of that he was sure, but she might as well have been judging by the way she was pushing his buttons. For a moment his hand brushed the small of her back, the bare skin warm and velvet to the touch, as he moved in closer yet to entwine them in a tension-bound tangle of whispers. “Only if I’ve got myself a partner in crime.” Once more his breath caressed the side of her face, but this time he had drawn himself close enough for his tongue to flick daringly against her hottened skin. Having lingered for a moment more, the young man eventually leant back with the sliest and most suggestive expression he could pull.

Throwing a quick glance behind his shoulder, Izaak then reached for the defined points of Bonnie’s hips and held her close against him. Scarcely missing a beat, the twenty year old guided the pair of them out into the middle of the venue to where an upbeat song would soon pulse beats through his body. Shuffling his feet a little, Izaak stared into those wild amber eyes and simply dared her to dance that pert little behind off.

 

[Andromeda Fiorelli]

Andy was comfortable everywhere, from the dizzying heights of the sky where she was most happiest on a broom to the center of a forest, providing it wasn't inhabited by centaurs. She could hold her own in just about any place but on a dance floor she sucked big time or so she constantly told herself. All along her body growing so fast had seemed awkward and hostile to the motions she had always wanted to perform on a dance floor, so when he moved them out to the small space in order to writhe to the tune that happened to be playing. She hesitated at first. He seemed intent on this being the course of action that he wanted them as partners in crime to undertake.

Closing her eyes for a moment, the heady pulse began to find it's way through her. Mingling with the alcohol and her penchant for danger, her hips began to sway. The slightest movement at first as if to be unnoticed but as her eyes opened once more and Andromeda felt at ease with the beat, she hooked him with her stare. His hands still on her hips meant only that the seductive swaying was felt more keenly by him. Slowly to each new rhythm that was introduced to the tune her hands began to snake upwards over her head as she slowly lost herself in the moment. Feeling utterly primal as if she were back in the cavern dancing her heart and soul out Andromeda let herself go completely.

Her body arched, writhed, sashayed in time to the pulse that not only emanated from the music but from it would seem themselves as well. As her eyes continued to stare into the deep blue of his own she wormed her hands around his head, curling her long slender fingers into his hair as slowly the music began to wind down to a fade. She had not said anything in all this time as near breathless she slowed down her movements to the slightest of hip rotations right against him. Her breath was hot now and whatever animal magnetism was unleashed from her werewolf form at other times was surely on the prowl now. But then she broke away, licking her lips as she stepped back from him. Purposefully eying his form with deliberate slowness from head to toe, before walking back to the counter and pouring herself another drink.

Whatever game she had stumbled into she wondered just what the outcome would be, facing the counter and sipping the firewhiskey slowly as the final thought of Crispin entered her head for the night.

 

[Izaak Finch]

The gaze Izaak possessed was nothing less than hungry as the auburn haired stranger began to lose herself in the music like he had only imagined she could have. The sensuous smoothness of her movements had the azure-eyed man seduced in a heartbeat and as he moved his hips against her with an equal degree intoxication he decided that he’d do just about anything to have her. That so, assuming she wanted him too.

The depth of her dance lessened as did the rhythm of the music but Izaak’s adrenalin was still racing on high. Whoever this girl was and whatever her name really was, she was loading him with hormones and near driving him mad with desire. One night with her was all that he wished for, two perfect strangers taking out their restlessness on one other, meeting once then never again. The mere idea of was rather exciting in itself. In the last few beats the rasp of their breaths collided, their hips ground once more against the other’s and their stares hooked like the animals they were tearing themselves down to be. Hers moved down his figure with tantalizing slowness and he quickly grew hot with the desire those amorous amber eyes had instilled in him.

If he were not so intent on slipping his gaze down to her backside as she turned to walk back to the bar, Izaak would have grabbed at her bare waist and enticed her in for another song. The arrogant male stereotype was beginning to slid through the cracks in his renowned charm but if it would get him places tonight then he was in no mind to retain it. Feeling like a fool standing there all on his lonesome, Izaak sauntered back to the girl as she poured another glass of firewhiskey for herself. Taking to the stool beside her, Izaak reached for her hips and locked her suggestively between his knees. “What’s next Bonnie?” He grinned laughingly as he reached for the bottle and took a heavy swig.

 

[Andromeda Fiorelli]

Again the liquid burned through her, spiraling all sense of reason out of control. She felt almost wanton, like a heathen, a predator intent on pleasure and pain. The glass had barely hit the counter when her hips were held and she was pulled within the confines of Clyde's legs. Allowing her hands to fall to his thighs she glanced down at the feel of a very different man being this close to her. Glancing up again at him she smiled as her hands slid slowly up the sides of his legs to his waist and across his chest. His blue eyes were extremely vivid and she found it difficult to look into the depths for very long.

"I have no idea Clyde, any suggestions?" she was playing with fire being this close, it was crazy. An absolute mine field that she was dancing across and though the dangers were lethal she did not stop, she would surely hate herself when reason paid a visit but for now she felt out of control and she liked it, alot.

Leaning closer to him, her mouth moving to his ear; her breath warm and delicious against his skin as she blew the most delicate of breaths inside the ear itself, pausing only to nibble at the lobe. A shiver ran through her own spine and chuckling she stood up once more and reached for the bottle, there was no need for the use of a glass was there. The bar tender shook his head and walked away clearly disgruntled that someone else was having fun with her instead of him. With a wink in his direction, she lifted the bottle to her lips and drank from it. Gasping for air when she returned it to the counter before turning to look at him once more. What in the world was she doing?

 

[Izaak Finch]

The desiring groan he had managed to contain left his lips as no more than a longing sigh at the feel of her hands splayed across the tops of his thighs. By now the firewhiskey had gone directly to his head and coupled with the physical appeal of this intoxicating stranger before him, Izaak did not stand a fair chance. By any means. The warmth of her touch slid up his torso, paving the way for a pleasant shudder up through the core of his muscles. If she was trying to work him, she was doing it well. Were it not for the sliver of dignity he’d retained he might have just started tearing the shreds from her cropped t-shirt right there in the middle stuffy inn.

Suggestions was what she had pried him for and suggestions were exactly what she was going to get in every sense possible. But just as the hint of a smirk had sauntered onto his lips, Izaak found himself at the mercy of her mouth against her ear. It was uncontrollable this time and the groan slipped from his lips with force just as he arched his spine up against the sensation of her teeth chewing at his ear lobe. Its effects were instantaneous and the twenty year old opened his eyes to find himself ridden with harsh lust. The bold stare he pressed to her gaze poured all the sensual suggestions he’d never mention for the lack of hours there were in the night. Pinning you down on the bar top? One eyebrow cocked as the thought brushed to the foreground of his mind and his eyes darted quickly away to the counter before returning to Bonnie in a flash. A chuckle of his own beat heartily from his chest at the wink she threw him and at the chink of her bottle against the countertop, Izaak pulled her in as close as she could physically get in such a public place. His intentions simply had to be as clear as crystal now.

The many eyes upon them did nothing to deter Izaak from his PDA’s. Especially not as he leant his forehead against his company’s and whispered slyly, “Oh, I have plenty. The only question is, are you up to them Bonnie?” As if to only state them further his steady fingers trickled up the indent of her spine and slipped allusively beneath the heightened hem of her shirt to brush lightly against the very bottom of her undergarments.

 

[Andromeda Fiorelli]

She was well out of her depth and she knew it, of course herself and Crispin had fooled around plenty of times. Had gone further down the path of exploration once they had been alone together and once she had come of age but still her virginity was in tact and she had no thought to give it up to anyone but him. But this stranger was making her squirm deliciously, was making her feel desirable and wanted when Crispin was no where around and hadn't paid a blind bit of notice to her in the longest time. She was of course being unfair to him, he worked like a trojan and she would not ordinarily fault him for it, but she wanted her time with him and he wasn't there to give it to her.

She could feel her heart about to take off it was beating so ridiculously fast, his fingers grazing her spine and slowly trailing just beneath her top to trace against the edging of her bra caused her to gasp. The slightest moan escaped her and her eyelids fluttered closed for a moment. They were so maddeningly close, forehead to forehead.
"Someone doesn't play fair" she teased him as her mouth inched closer to his, barely a whisper apart as the tip of her tongue traced across the edge of his lower lip before she pulled back completely. Stepping out of the tight circle they had found themselves in and grabbed the bottle before tossing the right amount on the counter.

Plopping the cowboy hat on Clyde's head she smirked, winked again then taking her bag, she walked slowly to the door. Stepping outside she held it open, leaning against the door frame to see if he would follow her or not.

 

[Izaak Finch]

The teasing words that danced on the edges of her lips were ones that Izaak had hoped might push her over the edge, might have her diving like mad for his lips. But despite the spin the alcohol must have put on it, she kept her head and continued to play at this, quite literally, touch and go game they had established. Her tongue snaked forward to lick alluringly against the ridge of Izaak’s lower lip and once more did he find himself having to gasp for air. If she didn’t satisfy these supposed suggestions that the young man had quickly convinced himself were needs soon, then he suddenly felt as if he might implode at the hand of desire. This stranger, this perfect stranger did his head in but he savoured every touch and every momentarily forgotten memory of his worn thin relationship. It didn’t matter that he’d probably never find the sustenance to settle himself down or that by his actions he was proving Isabella’s decision to stay the hell away from him to be a right one. Not one ounce of it mattered with something who had no clue what he was dwelling over.

”I think that is most definitely you, trouble.” He sniggered, half in disappointment as she ceased their actions where they could have been taken further, so much further. Beneath the wide brim of the hat she had settled on his head, Izaak was all dazzling grins, half of him hoping that perhaps she find him cute enough to crush her lips against. But with the bottle of firewhiskey in hand she advanced towards the door and he could not help but notice the desirable sway in her hips as she did so. Her own suggestion was posed as she stood at the open door as if she were waiting for him to march straight on through with her. It was all the queue Izaak needed.

Not a word passed between them as his azure eyes struck her on the way out, only sultry glances. There seemed to be a secluded quality of the night that Izaak jumped at the moment its cool air brushed past his hottened cheek. His hands found her sinuous body; one braced flat against her bare stomach whilst the other daringly supported the pull towards him at her behind. At first he offered her a crooked smile before nipping the delicate skin of her neck just once; not enough to hurt her but enough to leave the vaguest of imprints. But the game was beginning to tire for Izaak, he could no longer swap the occasion brush of lips or tongue against ear. Within seconds his lips were glued to the elegant column of her neck, sliding supplely up it, down it and all along it as his body radiated with hungry desire.

 

[Andromeda Fiorelli]

As the fresh air hit her it had the opposite effect than what she had been hoping for, she did not feel refreshed by it but decidedly more dizzy as if the blast of cool air pushed her farther along the edges of inebriation. With one hand now holding the door she looked up as he walked out, their eyes met and sparks flew left right and center. The door was let go as he pulled her to him once again. She wanted this, didn't she? She wanted the feeling of excitement and danger that seemed to crawl from him though deep down she knew without a doubt that the most dangerous vibes were being emitted by her own body. The heat that his tongue caused along the length of her neck made her gasp aloud, the fingers of one hand reached up and curled tightly into his shoulder while the other still clung to the bottle as if her life depended on it, her head fell back exposing more of the tantalising pale neck that secreted the heady aroma of her perfume and her own wicked scent.

A long toned leg rose slowly against his own, sliding teasingly up and down as her body pressed itself too him. Pulling her head upright she had only one thought as one hand came up and her fingers roughly pulled on his hair to move his own head back so she could look at him.
"Get us out of here" her voice was deep, sultry and demanding and then her mouth was on his. Nothing made sense anymore but her body felt elated, it felt as if it were gaining some sort of victory over the mind that usually stopped her from having so much fun. Her tongue flicked his lips apart, dancing inside and assaulting the crevices of his mouth with pure abandon.

 

[Izaak Finch]

This was exactly the kind of thing that Izaak Finch had sworn off in repulsion, this tendency of his to get smashed up on firewhiskey and allow the menacingly lustful side of his personality to take free reign. It was never something he intended to happen but in situations such as these when all seemed lost on Isabella, Izaak had never truly been bothered to stop it. Similar incidents had arisen after the fork in Alexis’ love for him and Kasey’s elongated absence but there had always been a heavy price to pay. Somewhere deep inside of him pleaded for karma to let him off the hook tonight and grant him this one night to forget. No strings attached.

The stranger tensed heatedly against the patterns his tongue was tracing along her silken skin and as she did so her nails embedded themselves into the impressive cut of his deltoids. Izaak lurched further into her neck at the painful but wonderful sensations and without having a vice to take his burst of desire out on, nipped harshly at her neck. But as a single, graceful leg began to graze against the back of his leg, the lust-stricken man wondered how much longer it would be before he’d cave completely to her.

Naturally a rush of excitement coursed through his veins as she forced his lips away and huskily demanded him to get the pair of them out of this abandoned street. A smirk, knowing of nature, found his lips but just as he had been about to whisper a witty reply her mouth his strongly. There had never been, and Izaak was quite sure of this, a girl that had tasted him with quite so much violation as this. But however new and strange this demanding power was, Izaak was beginning to feel dangerously out of control. After a second of submission, Izaak met her force equally and fought his own tongue against the pressing likes of hers. With every inch of their bodies crushed tightly together he didn’t even bother telling her to hold tight as they left New Zealand and skipped over the ocean straight to the door of his Bondi home. After a breaking of their dizzying kiss and a fumble of his keys, the pair were inside the shadows of the living room and Izaak resumed position at the mercy of her sweet tongue.

 

[Andromeda Fiorelli]

Her mouth felt as if it were devouring him whole, she didn't care in that moment what she had said to him. Could barely remember saying, all she was aware of was the heat that radiated from the two of them. The thrill that was coursing through her and how intoxicating all of this was. She felt the dizzying sensation of the side along apparation, clinging to him as he performed it and glad he had not considered asking her to do the deed. She had yet to learn how and it was only when she heard the fumble of keys in a door did she open her eyes at all. His mouth claimed hers again and from her lips came his name, torn from her because the only name she truly wanted to whisper in the course of passion was Crispins. She said it now against the lips of the stranger, running her fingers through his hair until slowly she was focusing. Where in Merlin's beard had he taken her?

Stepping back she looked at him closely. Not Crispin, not him at all. She looked at her hands and saw they shook, she wanted to go back and press her starved body against him but another part was warning her not too. A moan tore from her as she took a step nearer, fighting now to wade through the haze of alcohol and wounded ego that had caused her to behave so stupidly. If she stayed she would lose Crispin, possibly forever and she could not bare a world without him. Yet she was already living in that world now, he was too busy for her as it was but that was not a betrayal. What she was doing was and she knew there was no way back from it. Her hand clutched her bag, inside was a small pouch of floo powder always needed for emergencies and this was surely one.

The stranger Clyde was strikingly handsome and had planted a seed of recrimination within her. How could she accuse Crispin of anything when she was more guilty than he? Her gaze went to the blue eyes before taking in the space where they were. She needed to find the fireplace and fast. Stepping closer to him she smiled almost sadly.
"It's not meant to be" she whispered and parting his lips with her own, she drank him dry. Laid waste the reasons they had both wanted this in the first place and then she was pushing away from him and racing to the first door she came to, looking inside spying the much required fireplace before glancing back at him. The briefest of smiles and she was running to the fireplace, a wobble here and there but she made it. The floo powder was out of her bag and being thrown in the air as she said the words The Gables and sanity restored for now, she returned to the empty house of her godmother.