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[Ashton Wentworth]

His hands gripped the backs of her thighs, leaving his fingers wedged in between the bent part of her leg, and pulled her closer, his hips rising slightly off of the bench to meet her pelvis in a suggestive matter. He pulled her closer the higher his own hips lifted before settling them both back down on the bench. He could appreciate the fact that she wasn't shying away or attempting to act delicate. That had always been a pet peeve of his, whenever a woman had seemed so interested in their mutual happiness only to turn out to be to coy to remove her top or leave any hint of light on in the room. He also didn't like whenever woman turned into crazy amazon women, but that was for a whole different reason. Thankfully, Micha seemed to be a healthy mix of the two extremes. Her teeth would graze his lips but not hard enough to draw blood. Her hands tangled with his hair, like she was reading his mind. He could feel his skin tightening and prickling as her touch was not hard enough to keep from being almost ticklish to him. Yet, whenever his head was forced backward from the small amount of his hair that was entwined in her fingers he couldn't help from laugh, just a curt chuckle in surprise before it was stifled from her lips. This was promising to turn out to be a good night. Out of all the possible endings to his evening that he could have dreamt up whenever he had gone running from the den earlier, running for his life, this was certainly nowhere on the list but it should have been. He could have stayed right here for a good long while with her, perhaps stealing away to the bathrooms for a little while and then coming right back here to drink some more. These were the finger things in life, a good firewhiskey, comfortable seating and beautiful women.

Whenever her body started to pull away from where she had been seated he didn't stop her, allowing his hands to trail over her body parts as it moved away from her. Grabbing a hold of her ankle for just a second before allowing it to follow the rest of her leg. The whole front of his body instantly felt cold from the lack of her body heat to keep him warm. Hopefully, that would be remedied soon. His head rolled to the side, watching her with interest, if she was wanting him to go anywhere so soon she was going to just have to wait a minute. “My flat is only a few blocks from here,” His previously neutral expression tilted upward in a smug smile and he nodded, his eyes darting from her to the door. Slowly, he reached forward and wrapped his fingers around the neck of the decanter in the middle of the table and brought it to his lips, no longer even bothering with a glass. He pulled the stopper out and left it to rest on the table. Bringing it to his lips and taking a longer than necessary drink from it and kept his hold on it as he brought it back to the table. “There’s a liquor store on the way there too…” Glancing down at the thing in his hand, he had no intentions of letting the rest of this FireWhiskey to go to waste, considering the fact that he had already paid for it. He could just leave a couple more coins to cover the cost. Reaching across the table he grabbed his cigarettes and lighter and tucked them into the pocket on his hoodie, before lifting himself to dig into his pocket, dropping a couple more coins on the table only to see that she had done the very same thing. Whoever bussed this table after they left was going to be a happy man at least. He could see a average size blonde kid across the room clearing off the other tables. No doubt he was the type to finish off the extra drinks in an attempt to forget about his horrible job. Taking another drink from the decantor he felt something strange on his free hand, only to look down and see that it was her hand...she was pulling him. He had always been uncomfortable holding women's hands. He couldn't exactly explain why other than the fact that he didn't care enough about them on a deeper level to want to have people that passed them make the assumptions that they were together.

Yet, he allowed himself to be led. He didn't know where her apartment was and he didn't want to ruin his chances for tonight by rejecting her already. Sliding out of the booth after her, he moved his hand from where she had been holding it to snake over her slender shoulders and pull her body closer to his. She was so small, it was hard to keep his hand around her shoulders due to their drastic height difference. He didn't want to hold her, it was too intimate. So, he removed his hand from her body and made work of pulling the zipper of his jacket back up to his chest and pulled the sleeves of his jacket back down to his wrists as they headed for the door. He followed her smaller frame as they headed toward the door. Somehow, whenever they had been sitting he hadn't taken notice of their height difference whenever he should have. It would present a fun challenge, but he would no doubt delight in the ease in which he was going to be able to move her around. Whenever they grew closer to the door he pulled it open for her, placing the toe of his boot in the way so that he wouldn't actually have to hold it. Taking another long drink from the decanter he offered it to her, seeing if she would want a drink. She accepted it from him as she walked through the door and into the night air. Glad that he had adjusted his jacket he looked down either side of the cobbled path that they were now standing on. He wasn't familiar with Alzubra after hours as much as he used to. He could still navigate Somerset with his eyes closed no matter how drunk he was because he had lived there for so long, but Alzubra he was only used to during the day. He could see the looming magnificence that was the Ministry building where he worked. There was the club that was owned by his former housemate a few shakes down, people were slowly starting to pour out of it due to the late hour, even though the various night time establishments were going to be closing soon the streets were oddly quiet. Something that he felt the very strange desire to change. He lifted his shoulders, waiting for her to take the lead because obviously he had no idea where they were going.

She lead them down the familiar path, no doubt her flat was on the upper class side of Alzubra but she had mentioned something about a liquor store on the way which allowed his imagination to wander. He could think of quite a few things to do with liquor that would improve this experience for the both of them. She seemed to be in a hurry, which he could appreciate but he was having trouble keeping his hands off of her. He couldn't settle for walking with his hand in her back pocket because it didn't reach comfortably, and he didn't think that he would be able to carry her without falling over due to the constant stream of whiskey that they were both consuming. The stolen decanter was being passed freely between the two of them, taking large drinks on the way to their first stop. Well, it was going to actually be their hundredth stop in that he was pausing every few feet to either drink, or to allow his lips and hands to find her body in one spot or another. If he wasn't an employee of the ministry he might have been stripping off her clothing as well. Despite the fact that she didn't know what he did for a living didn't mean that he didn’t have to follow certain rules. Getting himself or his companion arrested for nudity was something that he really did need to avoid. Finally, they approached the lit, but locked liquor store. He released her body, and detached his lips from her collarbone only long enough to peer into the shop and see that there wasn't anybody else in there. Stepping away from Micha somewhat less than graceful he pressed his forehead up against the glass of the door, pushing on the handle and pulling just for good measure. Their hours said that they should be open...so why wasn't he able to get in? “OY!” His voice carried far louder than it needed to be, and he rapt against the glass panel of the liquor store door. He was very well aware of what time it was, but the store was supposed to be open. They were going to stop stocking, or whatever it was that they were doing and come and service him, in a way totally different than Micha was going to. He knocked a few more times, using his knuckles for the most volume that he could manage until finally an irritated looking shop keep came to the door. Pushing open the door from the inside he moved to the side to allow them passage, he wasn't sure where exactly they had ditched the decanter but it was no longer anywhere in sight.

Bowing deeply to the owner of the store the stupid smile on his face didn't budge for a second, moving within the shelves with care he started to concentrate on the labels...not certain what they were going to be in the mood for. If it was strong, it was fine by him but the women...they liked stuff that tasted good. It took almost all of his restraint not to stumble into the shelves or knock anything over. Turning back to Micha he smirked “Well. Pick your poison”

[Michkayela Drakonas]

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you'll throw it all away
And I just want to take your innocence

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She let him loose his hand from hers easily enough, the slightly fogged bit of her brain throwing a small smile his way as his arm snaked around her shoulders. He was tall, something she found incredibly attractive, and something she remembered having noticed earlier. She just hadn’t marked how tall exactly he was until she was standing right up next to him like this. She found she liked it, this difference, she knew that she would prefer to have a man taller than her, it wasn’t like it was difficult for them to be- but she’d never given it much thought. It wasn’t something she’d ever really focused on too much. She liked this marked of deviation, she liked the fact that he towered over her and made her already small height feel even smaller. She liked knowing that even though she was that much smaller than him, even though he could very possibly physically dominate her with ease, that it had been her that had been wresting those groans and other delicious noises from her earlier. That it had been her who had his muscles tensing beneath her hands. She found the feeling to be heady, invigorating, and suddenly the space between them and the door seemed much too long, much too far from where she wanted to be. She nodded her thanks in his direction as he opened the door, accepting the decanter even as she allowed her eyes to roam his frame silently as she passed it, bringing the bottle to her lips and letting the liquid warm its way down her throat. She knew the route to her flat from where they were standing probably better than she should given the circumstances, although it would be the first time anyone had traveled it with her. Actually most nights that she was in town she apparated back, but side-along apparition in their current state… well it didn’t seem like the best of ideas. She’d seen plenty of splinching cases in her travels- from those too eager to get somewhere and those who were under too much of an influence to clear the clouds from their brains long enough to perform the magic required. She was afraid she’d fall all too easily into that second category at the moment, which was why she was very carefully regulating her steps as they walked the pavement leading them there, her hands passing the decanter back after taking a long draught of the liquid within. She felt his hand pass over her shoulders, the sudden urge to feel the pads of his fingers against her bare skin almost overwhelming. So much so that she found herself again passing back the decanter, that she hadn’t even been fully aware she was in possession of again and drinking from, and pushing the leather jacket down off of her shoulders, tucking the folded fabric into the space between her purse and body before pausing yet again as his lips trailed her neck, the breathy response bubbling within her throat as she let her fingers graze his cheek before continuing on her trek.

They needed to get to her apartment. And soon. Each pass of his hands, each time his lips found some exposed portion of her skin and pressed into it, each time he so much as looked at her from under his hooded lids was sending her further into the spiral of depravity she was beginning to recognize as lust. It was beginning to become almost impossible for her not to touch him in some way, even if it was slowing their progress. She had meant at first to reach the destination as soon as humanly possible, however that was slowly warping into what should have been a five minute walk into nearly fifteen or twenty. After him removing his hand somewhat awkwardly earlier she had managed to keep from grabbing it again out of respect, some people had strange boundaries or customs, viewed things differently and she liked to think that she was enough of an adult to realize and respect this. If there were any passerby’s who might be somewhat offended by the very blatant displays of affection that were transpiring every few feet or so she wasn’t coherent enough to respect that. She had to physically restrain herself when they passed by an alleyway- the very visceral and sudden imagery of her pressed up against it in far less clothing than she was wearing now with her thighs clamped around the hips that were walking next to her. So vibrant she was almost sure that she had already deviated course and made it reality, would have been so had she not picked up her pace until she had passed the place, pausing again when he caught up to attach her lips to his for a brief, too brief, moment and let her hands roam down the torso to the indecent hips she had just been daydreaming about, fingers digging into the fleshy point directly under the hipbone before she pulled away- smiling at the wrested groan and jerk from him as the now empty decanter fell from his hands and rolled somewhere behind him. A part of her wanted to lecture him on littering, teasingly, but she found her body twirling away from him, her steps slightly off balanced before he managed to catch her elbow, his hands resuming their slow torture almost instantly and strangely enough grounding her more efficiently. The urge to beg him to stop, desist, cease what he was doing rested on the tip of her tongue but was cut off as his hands grabbed her more fully, lips and teeth going to play at her collarbone and sending a moan out in its place instead. He probably shouldn’t be doing that. Not.. there, but it would work. She nearly deflated as he stepped away, her body humming its displeasure before she realized that they had in fact reached their first destination.

She sighed slightly, letting the backs of her shoulders come to rest against the brick of the liquor store, barely paying attention as he attempted to gain the notice of those inside. Aggravation suited him well though, and her eyes lazily roamed his jaw line as he put his fist to the glass, idly wondering whether or not it might give way beneath his knuckles. Somehow she didn’t see it detracting for the evening; she had no problems with cuts, bruises, and scars. On second thought she might enjoy the glass breaking, even if his knuckles did look as if he had already been in a scrape. She wondered idly how the texture of them would feel sliding against her hipbones and was cut off by the opening of the shop door, the keeper opening the door somewhat irritably. As if they were interrupting something. His delaying was certainly doing such, though she kept such thoughts internalized as she passed by, following Ash’s ironic bow with a little smile and watching as he looked upon the bottles. “Well. Pick your poison.” She attempted to ignore the smirk on his lips, stepping past him to the area she was most familiar with, which just so happened to be right behind him, her eyes scanning the shelving even as his scent hit her again. It would be indecent to reach up and kiss him here, especially letting her hands wonder over his body, especially with the shop keeper standing at the register watching them. Her hands moved on their own though, even as her mind tried to censor them, running over his hips slowly, digging through the fabric and working her fingers under the clothing to run against his skin- her eyes staying as focused as possible on the drinks in front of her. She’d barely noticed that she’d stepped nearly flush to him, the small separation between them due to her hands, her forehead nearly resting against his pectorals as she perused the bottles. She had already nearly decided what it was that she wanted when she felt his fingers close over her wrists, his words washing over her slightly as she shrugged, pulling her hands back from where they had been resting, she hadn’t been completely aware of what it was exactly her hands were doing, her small smile not one of necessarily apology. She didn’t necessarily want to stop touching his hipbones either. Boys with pretty hipbones far outstripped the border of indecency, she moved backwards a bit as he released her wrists… only to be brought short when his lips descended upon hers. It started out innocently enough; it didn’t even feel the same as the ones that they’d shared on the way here- even if the taste was still the same mix of alcohol and him… She was too caught up to completely asses it though, her mouth opening beneath his as their tongues met again, battling for dominance even as he pressed her backwards, the slight stumble brining her up short and into the shelving behind them, the sound of shattering glass bringing her out of her Ash induced haze. She stepped back fully then, looking at the bottles on the floor and covering her mouth with the back of her hand as she revisited her earlier musings of him and the glass door, shaking her head as her eye caught the bottle she’d been considering earlier upon them.

She did laugh a little there, her arm snaking behind him to grab the black neck of the bottle and transferring one to him before grabbing another. “Tequila Rose?” She eyed the bottles on the floor and shrugged, taking his acceptance of it and moving to the front of the storeroom where the manager or whatever he was staring daggers at them, digging in her purse and idly throwing a handful of cash onto the counter. “I think that should cover the uh... other bottles as well?” She watched as he put the money into the register, taking the bottles that the two of them had set upon the counter and sacking them up even as he nodded. She was actually fairly sure it more than covered it, but given that he would be cleaning the mess up as well… she wasn’t going to start complaining. She waited until he placed the receipt into the bag to loop her arm through the holes of the bags, lifting it up on her arm alongside her purse and jacket before heading out of the store, glancing behind her to ascertain that Ash was following and holding the door for him before starting down the sidewalk again, barely waiting until they were a few steps from the storefront to pick up where they had left off upon entering, her free hand going inadvertently back to the hipbone nearest her, tracing patterns into the flesh again. They managed to make it another few feet again before she felt his lips at the junction of her neck, the growling moan that released itself from her lips nearly shocking her even as her body oriented itself around him, other hand joining the first as he propelled them forwards, her shoulders connecting almost painfully with the brick wall. She could feel the grain of the stone digging into the exposed flesh of her back and shoulders, pricking at the skin but it only served to heighten the feel of his tongue against hers, her feet pressing the weight of her upon her toes as she pushed upwards, the pads of her fingers digging into the flesh beneath them as she shifted against him.

[Ashton Wentworth]

Ashton's eyes ran over her now bare shoulders, admiring the view. He didn't really have a type, well, he supposed that the two women that he had ever really even considered dating did have a lot physically in common, both being bottom heavy with great legs, and their square face shapes. Why he liked that particular type, he didn't really know but he did. Micha, on the other hand was petite all over, yes she had the curves, his hands had more than enough places to go but it wouldn't progress past tonight. She had to know that by now, she was willing, they had gone to school together, she knew of his reputation. His eyes ran down the slope of her shoulders, wanting to bury his head against her neck, but they were on a mission. Smirking, he wandered into the shop in front of him, the florescent lighting making his head spin even more than it had been in the first place. It was too bright, like a bad movie, he felt like one of the lights should have been flickering just to keep with the mental image that he had concocted. Like they were on a secret mission for booze. Just the thought made him laugh. His feet moved faster than his mind did, resulting in almost a stagger dance as he made his way into the shop. His eyes scanned over the bottles available on the shops shelves, he had tasted just about all of them, and he had his own personal favorites, but for the ideas that he had in mind, she was going to need to pick something that she liked the taste of. His eyes turned back to her, even if her figure was getting slightly blurry the harder he attempted to see her. Oh well, he didn't need his eyes for what he had planned, he knew his way around the female form well enough to go the sight free approach. He let her move in front of him, his head inclining to smell more of her delightful shampoo, of course it would have been strawberry. That fruit did things to him..fueled him in a very strange, but good, way. Smiling to himself, he pulled his head and his hands away from her so that she could make her decision.

The sooner that she lead them to her apartment, the better. Ashton was not a patient man, not in the slightest. He didn't like having to exert self control, and the desire to rip her shirt from her body was becoming unbearable. She moved about, seemingly less intoxicated than he was, she was such a tiny thing, it just didn't seem possible. Perhaps she just got this drunk more often, like some of his other friends did. At least she seemed to be having the same issue at keeping her hands to herself that he was, her touch was light, like she was doing it out of some practiced habit, whenever he had never touched her before, let alone like this. She was pressed between the shelf and his body, her fingers dipping just below the waist of his pants. Voyeuristic eh? He had no issues with that, he shot a glance at the shop keeper, who seemed to turn a little more red the longer that the pair were in the store. Apparently whatever he had been doing before this had been super important to him. The tips of her fingers were cool, sending a small shudder across his skin as it tightened in response to her hands, he couldn't have cared less where they were. Who was going to arrest him? Nobody. The tightening of his stomach was almost painful from the large gash that was across the better part of his belly, forcing a small wince. No doubt it would have been far more painful had he not been drinking this entire time. His hand was about to move to her shirt whenever her hands dipped lower. Grinning down at her, he caught her wrists in his hands. They were never going to purchase anything if she didn't cut it out, not smelling the way that she did. “Contain yourself pet” he breathed down at her and she desisted, for the moment. She seemed upset that he had forced her to stop. Rolling his eyes at her, he cupped her small face within his hands, lowering himself enough to capture her mouth with his own, his tongue probing out, tasting her. She tasted like honey and bourbon, how he didn't know, it had to be his mind playing tricks on him.

He moved the pair of them backward, his eyes closed as he lost himself in indulgence for just a moment, she just tasted so very good. Delectable. No doubt her expensive upbringing made all the difference, even if that made no sense. He had forgotten where the were, until he heard the rattling of bottles clanging together and the muted cry of despair from the shop keep. Looking down at the broken glass around them he laughed, he was wearing boots, it wouldn't bother him any and he could just throw Micha over his shoulder if he had to. “Tequila Rose?” More strawberry? She had no idea what she was getting herself into. He normally wasn't all that fond of Tequila on it's own, but he was willing to sacrifice if that was what she was really wanting. Still laughing he exchanged the bottle in her hand for the biggest available one and swatted her playfully on the behind so that she could get going if that was what she wanted. His hand fished into his pocket, the coins always managing to just be out of his grasp as he probed into his pocket further. Cursing under breath. He hadn't even realized that she had paid until she was back at his side, looping her arm through his and guiding him out of the shop. The shattered glass crunched beneath his feet. It was a good thing that Monroe wasn't here with him, the fool would have already sliced his tongue to ribbons by now attempting to slurp up the last of the liquor from the floor. She was a stubborn one, holding the door open and refusing to let him take the bags from her, her free hand already looped back around his narrow hips and dipping into the waist of his jeans once more. Shaking his head he allowed it, no reason to stop her now. Hopefully, her apartment was close and the waiting would soon be over. They managed to make it another few feet before he maneuvered behind her, no longer able to contain himself. His hands resting on her own hips, waddling somewhat awkwardly behind her since he had no real idea of where they were going. His head descended upon her neck, his lips meeting the soft, sweet smelling flesh there. Her moan only spurred him further, his teeth taking a small amount of flesh in between them, eliciting another sound that he liked from her body.

At this rate, they weren't ever going to make it to her apartment, he was just going to push her between some of the buildings. His hands slipped under her arms and down her ribcage, not stopping until they had dipped into the front of her pants without permission, yet it sounded like it was something that she wanted.1. The street was practically deserted, at this hour, it was to be expected. Only every other street light was on so they were passing in and out of patches of light. He was no stranger to almost being caught. It excited him, he didn't care who was watching, who might see. He moved the two of them toward the nearest surface he could find, his left hand leaving her pants long enough to brace himself so that the impact didn't hurt her too bad. His left hand moved off of the wall, turning her head sideways and allowed their tongues to tangle once more. Finally, he gave his hands free range and his shoulder dropped, giving him better access, the best that he could get within the tight space of her jeans. He needed to be in her apartment, now. After their little detour, she managed to push herself away from the wall and lead the two of them away from their spot in between the glow of the street lights and down the path to what he assumed was going to be her flat, she pulled them into a building, at least now she seemed to have the same urgency that he did, a good enough reason to want him inside. She unlocked the front door and he took the stairs behind her two at a time, too busy staring at her jean clad backside to give a damn about what the building that they were inside looked like. They stopped at the second floor, and she undid the locks, holding the door open for him to enter, so polite. He had a large smile plastered onto his face from both her eager access into her home as well as the liquor coursing through his veins. He gave her the kindness of waiting until she was inside of the house before pushing her up against her own door, wasting no time. He wasn't going to be romantic about this, it didn't seem to be what she wanted anyway.

His left hand grasped the bottom of her shirt, his pulled down the zipper in the back as it came free easily he pulled it up and over her head. “Nice place” he said bluntly, even though he had hardly looked at it at all. His hand ran down the center of her stomach, stopping where her pants were, pulling suggestively at her zipper and taking a step backward, kicking his boots from his feet, standing in his socks at his normal 6'3 no longer having the added inch of his boots to keep him up. The difference was slight, but welcome since he was compensating for her height. Pulling the plastic bag with their bottles from her arms and tossing her jacket aside he let her lock up her door, like she really needed to worry about it. Little did she know that she had an Auror here to keep her safe for the night. Although, that wasn't exactly how he was planning on taking care of her. Grinning he lifted one bottle from the bag, and placed the bag back on the floor before twisting open the cap and dropping it to the floor, and it landed back in the plastic bag. Taking a long swig of the strawberry crème he moved backward into her large apartment. He hadn't even known that there were apartments like this in Alzubra, whenever he had had his apartment, it had looked nothing like this. Even his suite wasn't this modern. It was so...expensive. Like he could smell the coin that it took to furnish this place. Glancing back at her he smirked “maybe I should have let you pay at the bar after all” He wasn't wanting for money, but nothing compared to this. For certain. He stepped toward the living room, with its enchanted view of a place that he couldn't recognize. Scanning her topless form he grinned devilishly. “So. Bedroom, bathroom...couch...the floor right where you're standing? I'm not picky” Merlin he hoped she wasn't one of those women who backed out at the last possible second.