"Good thing I prepared stew earlier...or else, I'd be up late into the night, making up something for the both of us." Synclair kept his arm steady, in order not to jostle the falcon while he began heading back inside. It was starting to get chilly at night, and though winter won't be for at least another month, he made a mental note to chop wood tomorrow...when classes were not in session. "Here... Why don't you sit here?" he cooed to the bird, gently guiding her onto the back of a chair. A snap of his fingers, and there was a fire crackling across the room, providing ample light and its heat slowly spreading throughout his modest abode. "I wish I had put more thought into supper...but of course, I was mostly thinking of time, and what will warm the chill in my bones."<br/><br/>Synclair lifted the lid of a pot, steam rising up into the man's face while he took an appreciative sniff. "Mm, it's coming along..." he breathed, his stomach giving a rather loud growl in response. "It shouldn't be too much longer..." After closing the lid, he ran one hand through his hair...making several strands stick up in the back. "Hm... If you don't mind, my little feathered friend, I'm going to change into something more comfortable. I'll be over there...alright?" He gave a nod towards the far corner, where his bed and dresser were situated. Synclair went to the indicated dresser, opened a drawer...and before he pulled anything out, removed his robes. Long, lean muscles were revealed, hidden as they may be underneath a plain grey shirt and black pants.<br/><br/>A heartbeat later, Synclair was lifting his shirt up over his head...revealing those muscles. There were scars here and there, given the nature of his work, and his many years of working...yet instead of deterring from the man's natural beauty, it only emphasized it. His hair more of a mess now, he dug around in the open drawer, looking for something warmer to wear. Of course, now that he thought about it...with that fire going, won't it only get warmer? Torn, he lifted a short-sleeved shirt, studying it while he thought. His eyes narrowed just slightly, he decided hell with it, slipping the shirt on.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><i>Desiree? Ah, that explains a lot...</i>Holiday lifted one hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind an ear... the fiery red crackling, despite it being dark. There had to be a blush on her face...but she doubted it could be seen, which was a little reassuring. After a heartbeat or so, she lifted those bright green eyes of hers...a hesitant smile playing along her lips. Of course, it grew while her confidence did...and it wasn't long before it was a full-blown, mischievous grin rather than a shy smile. "Did I decide on a potion? No, there was just too many possibilities...too much fun to be had. I did narrow down our choices, though. Want to see?"<br/><br/>Holiday returned to the podium, him standing behind her...and his hot breath unknowingly playing down the length of her neck. With a shiver flashing up and down the girl's spine, she swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat, and began turning the pages. "Two potions caught my eye... Nebula Hypnotica..." she pointed out the elaborately complicated recipe. "'A potion that creates a mist capable of making all opponents caught inside it to fall asleep...'" she read, clearly excited. "There was also this one... an Attraction Potion..." Nerves jumping about inside her chest, she followed the words with her fingertip, "'which brings out the hidden feelings of a person towards another, and gives that person the courage to act upon those feelings'. Which one do you think we should do?" Holiday lifted her head, green eyes meeting his dark gaze... their bodies intimately close, heat sparking in the space between.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Nilsa positively melted at the Divination Professor's attention...a long shiver flashing up and down the woman's spine, while she fought not to release a moan. It's been quite some time since she last experienced such pleasure...and while her encounter with sweet Siobhan was certainly...mm, delightful... it didn't do nearly enough. Her toes curling, a strange sort of...electricity traveling underneath her skin, as though she was holding onto a live wire...she let her head fall back after another minute or so, her lips parting with a shaky breath. Wave upon wave of gold came tumbling down the length of her back... shining, rippling, and breath-takingly beautiful. "Aah... Yes..." Nilsa whispered at last, lifting her hips up towards the man's mouth, and giving a throaty little purr of satisfaction. "That's it..." Her eyes slowly drifted open, the bright blue pair dark with growing lust...and growing ever darker, until finally...the depths were navy blue. "You are...doing a wonderful job..." A hand worked its way into his hair, playing with the strands as she fought not to release moans...or any noises just as embarrassing. Resolve crumpling, however...it wasn't long before she tugged on his hair rather forcefully, making him lift up until they were at eye-level. A sexy, mischievous smile played along her lips. "You'd like to do more than taste...wouldn't you?" she purred, leaning forward just enough to lick at his lips, still glistening from her juices. As Nilsa did this, the neckline of her slip fell forward...giving a rather magnificent view of her breasts. Of course...one could already tell that her nipples were hard as pebbles, seeing as how the pair poked through the thin material...but now, he could tell that they were a rosy red...begging for attention. "Tell me the truth..." Nilsa demanded in a quiet voice, whispering it in his ear.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>“I...I can’t, I shouldn’t…” Kristopher bent his head, sniffing the curve of her throat...trying to pull away, and yet finding himself unable to. His lips parted, revealing razor sharp fangs. The thirst was almost overpowering...it burning the back of his throat...making it unbearable. Lightly panting, he let out a soft...seductive growl, his grip tightening on her wrists. “You need to walk away from this… You need to get up, and walk...away…” HIs jaw moved...close to closing in on her neck, so willing to taste that sweet nectar yet again...so tempted, yet stopping himself before he could have another taste.