<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> First Kiss<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aleks || Closed<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>She wasn’t very fond of being called ‘Mackenzie’. Hearing her full name out loud was usually followed by the exasperated sound of a professor who had enough with her loud laugh and snarky behavior. It would put her on the annoyed defensive, sending her mind racing to come up with another excuse or justification for her actions and even more often straight to detention. And yet somehow when her name came rolling off of Aleks’ lips a delightful pull could be felt low in her stomach. Mackenzie could feel his words rumbling in her chest when they were sitting this way, pressed as close as they were and it caused her pulse to go fluttering with excitement. He was warm, his hands were helping themselves and far more bold than she expected them to be but this was entirely a delightful and welcomed surprise. And encouraged.<br/><br/>She reached out to slide her palms over the backs of his hands, directing them to slide from her thighs to her flank. Let him squeeze and pull her in close if he wanted. She certainly did.<br/><br/>The nervousness was still there; Mackenzie tried to push it out of her mind, just as she tried to ignore the giddy weakness she felt in her knees. Her lean frame shifted and now she was no longer straddling his lap but settled onto it. Mack curled her hand around the back of his neck and closed the rest of the distance by leaning forward.<br/><br/>Her lips were soft. Mackenzie presented them with the gentle insistence of a woman who knew what she liked but wanted to explore what was given freely. Was he expecting a brief fluttering of lips, something that would be little more than a brush? Maybe the silky caress of her tongue? For a woman who usually had some hidden trick up her sleeve, she was basking in the opportunity to take her time and not think of any plan. It wasn’t often that she was able to live in the moment and forget about ulterior motives and future plans. With Aleks, she was happy to stop and smell the roses. Or, in this case, drink the dew from them.<br/><br/>Her hand slid from the nape of his neck up to the back of his head, teasing the pads of her fingers through his short hair. The opposite hand remained draped over his shoulder to keep herself steady, but her fingers curled into the fabric of his suit jacket, unable to remain absolutely still. She very much wanted to press closer, but that need for restraint and her desire not to screw this up had Mackenzie holding a pause. For once, she wouldn’t bullrush into this, and let someone else take the lead.<br/>