<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> With the teeth<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aleks || Closed<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Mackenzie heard herself groan into his kiss, but it took a little while to register since she was so distracted by the heat of his mouth. She was probably more experienced with lust than what was considered proper -especially for being a woman her age- but no one in all of her experiences had ever kissed her with such intensity. It didn’t feel like routine, it didn’t feel like a formality. There was hunger and need and these things fanned the fire already building between them.<br/><br/>So she had groaned, enjoying the grip of his strong hand at the back of her neck, the warmth of his body and sensation of grinding her hips down against his. When had she ever wanted someone as much as she wanted him, right now? Mack had every intention of behaving herself, making sure she wasn’t giving the wrong impression or worse, treating this like any other encounter. In her head, she whispered to slow down and take a breath. Instead, she felt her hands reached forward and curl against the backs of his shoulders.<br/><br/>Her mouth left his, exploring next the stubble across his chin until they found her favorite hollow at his throat. Here she bit against his skin, a sharp pinch that suggested Mackenzie was anything but meek with her affection. Or maybe she was keen on the idea of leaving a ‘hands off’ love letter written on his neck, signed by her teeth? Either way, she didn’t linger too long and was sliding past his grip so that her knees found the floor.<br/><br/><em>This is the complete opposite of what you were trying to do!</em>Her tongue teased against his navel, both hands brushing up against his abs before they moved south for the hem of his trousers. There was a shift with the fabric, popping open the top button before the zipper was caught in her teeth.<em>Ah, screw it… just be you.</em><br/><br/>Mackenzie turned her dark brown eyes upward, watching his expression just as she dragged that metal piece down. Slowly. Teasingly. If just a kiss could make him growl with desire, what else might she learn? Or, better yet, what else might she get from him? She wouldn’t be satisfied until his eyes were glazed and his voice was hoarse from calling out her name.<br/>