<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjdYHyu.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Mackenzie “Mack” O’Hare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674148#msg14674148)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth, Gryffindor<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> Beech / 12” / Horned Serpent Horn (https://i.imgur.com/xVVNflt.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This right hurr (https://i.imgur.com/KBN0flw.jpg) with these bitch-shoes (https://i.imgur.com/IOCSl4A.jpg). Also also: this necklace (https://i.imgur.com/2Sj41ap.jpg) from Aleks.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26th October, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse -- Alcove<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> 80’s music must be playing somewhere...<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aleks || Closed<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>It seemed that this kind, polite man had the devil’s streak inside of him. Mackenzie wasn’t entirely certain what she might have been expecting from his kiss, perhaps something that bordered on bashful and shy. What she felt chained beneath the surface had her eyes open in genuine surprise, but not the sort of surprise that doused her with ice water or made her wish to crawl off from his lap.<em>Not an act,</em>she decided. Aleks was a passionate man, and it would seem that it would reflect in more than just his ambitions.<br/><br/>Her tongue slipped out, dragging across her lower lip so that she might savor the taste of him lingering there. Mack’s voice was husky and low with her lust, and if that wasn’t an obvious clue, then the way she rocked her hips against his should clear the air. She had no intention of stopping him or telling him to slow down, feeling just as safe and comfortable as always.<br/><br/>“Apology accepted.” She flicked her tongue across her thumb and forefinger, then brought it to the top button of his shirt and with a fluid motion, the buttons popped open. Hard muscle below was exposed, a sight she savored and enjoyed before eventually lifting her gaze to meet with his. “Whoops.” Now she was reaching forward with one hand, trailing the pads of her fingers and just a hint of her long nails against his abdominals. The gesture moved north, across his belly button, the arch of his ribcage and over the strong knocking of his heartbeat. Her lips returned to his mouth just long enough to steal some of his breath away but broke away so that he might taste her words.<br/><br/>“I know I’m safe with you, Aleks, so don’t you dare tip-toe around me.” A single nail raked slowly down his chest, leaving a pink line in its wake. When it reached the length of his pectoral muscle, she soothed the area by leaning forward and pressing her tongue there, leisurely following its path back the way it started. The opposite hand began playing with the hard ridges of his muscles, enjoying the warmth of his skin and the strength in his limbs. There was a lot to enjoy.<br/>