<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dmh53LH.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Emma Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16026944#msg16026944)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio table<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Black jacket</del>,<del>Black top</del>, Black bra, Belt, Jeans,<del>Sneakers</del><br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone outside<br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>Hm?</strong>" Emma was somewhere else entirely when Jonathan first spoke to her. Indecisive fingers that wanted to both feel along Jonathan's bare torso and disappear into his jeans but couldn't settle on either froze in place upon being snapped out of mindless ogling. The whole thing had a deer in the headlights vibe, especially with the way Emma's eyes went wide like she had just been caught doing something that she shouldn't.<br/><br/>That was the problem, wasn't it? She wasn't supposed to be pawing at a guy like she had never seen a shirtless man before. Until a few hours ago, Emma was even convinced that she shouldn't be here. And until a few minutes ago, Emma was still telling herself that she shouldn't fall for anyone here. Indulge in a little casual sex at a celebrity's mansion, maybe get her foot in a few doors, and then turn the night into a fun story to tell -- nothing more.<br/><br/>Emma knew what would happen if she said yes. The butterflies were already batting around in her stomach, her heart was already hammering in her chest, and if she was being honest, she had already spent the last minute or two fantasizing about blowing the guy standing close enough to her that her uneven stance occasionally caused her chest to graze against his. Her body was already at the starting line and crouched into a runner's stance. All it needed was permission to take off -- the proverbial pistol fired into the air.<br/><br/>"<strong>Uhh...</strong>" Emma smiled uneasily. Her eyes drifted downward to where her hands had been caught between their two bodies, palms flat against his abs -- his magnificent, rock hard, crazy hot abs. Her head tilted forward, falling until her forehead was resting against his collarbone. With her face buried in his chest, the scent on his skin hit her instantly, sending a small shiver down her spine. In secret, Emma chewed on her bottom lip, threw caution to the wind, and took a second long inhale.<em>Fuck</em>.<br/><br/>"<strong>Anywhere.</strong>" Her voice was a breathy whisper, muffled slightly by the proximity of her lips to his skin. Just hearing the word caused Emma's mind to panic for a moment. Seconds before, the rational side of her was still trying to summon up the willpower to return to the couch without escalating a situation that was nearly beyond her ability to control to begin with. But, emboldened by everything that had happened, inhibitionless desire had taken the wheel. Emma could only hold on and hope that it knew what it was doing.