<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> Don’t think about balls<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aleks, <br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>They weren’t exactly alone. At least, they weren’t tucked behind a secure door that could be locked and allow them the privacy she craved, but it was the most private they’ve been allowed since Aleks arrival. The woman basked in the moment, enjoying the warmth radiating from his skin, the rumble of his voice and the tension building in the air. Like a thunderstorm, she could feel the electricity tingling in the air, dancing across her skin and making her hyper-aware of the clothing she wore. And just how badly she wanted him to rip it off.<br/><br/><em>Down girl!</em>All of her careful planning was going out of the window. Tonight she wanted to dress up, see if he was interested and then play her cards correctly. She didn’t want to come across as a whore or an easy lay but something about Aleks just whittled her down to more basic, primal instincts. What would it feel like to curl her nails into his skin, or to have his teeth imprinting the side of her neck?<br/><br/><em>Think about baseball. Basketball. Wait, no! Stop thinking about balls.</em>She felt her smile sitting securely on her lips, as lopsided as the fox she had made him, but she couldn’t deny that she was slightly nervous.<br/><br/>“Oh, you aren’t teasing?” A fiery brow quirked in mock surprise before Mackenzie was moving with the sinewy grace of a cat. There was the shift of her weight, then up on a knee, swinging the other leg up and around so that she was now straddling his waist. The witch pressed both hands against his shoulders and other than the loose strand of hair that swept down to slide against his cheek, she didn’t touch him anywhere else. She was close, but only just there.<br/><br/>“So you’re telling me you’re absolutely unaware of the stares you get? I saw a Hufflepuff trip over her own scarf and spill her books out across the floor when you first approached me. Every eye at that bar was turned on you and I could read their minds: what does that handsome man look like without that suit on?” She grinned the devil’s grin. “I was quite fond of you before we met, Aleks. You could have warned me that meeting you were going to make my knees weak and my heart skip in my chest.” She leaned in just a little closer, but still didn’t touch him. She might have been many things, but she didn’t kiss without permission. Even if all she wanted to do was close that small space with her next exhale. “If you say no, I’ll leave you be and behave myself. But if you say yes, I’m going to kiss you and we’ll just have to see what happens.”<br/>