To be, or not to be dancing.

Selene smiled at him happily. The Elijah Krum was dancing with her. THE Elijah Krum! Sure his father was famous, but she had never been truly a Quidditch fan, sure she played it, but it was his painting that made her love his family all the more. Selene truely didn't know what to say anymore, when he compared her to the moon however, complimented her, she blushed so hard she was afraid her hair would catch on fire. "Yes.. I was named after ze moon.." She said softly, her eyes finding themselves plastered to his chest now, unable to look up at him anymore.

"I do not believe zat.. I do not zink zat you are a black hole! Your painting... eet haz a style, zat eez lost to today's viewer, zey all zink eet eez... erm.. what ezz ze word? Erm.. pornography? But I do not zink zat! I believe eet 'as a quality zat eez lost on most people today!" She said her eyes wide as she forced herself to look up at him again, staring into his eyes. "I do not 'ave siblings, so eet eez just me and my parents, so no need to worry about younger ones looking at your work." She said with a small smile, her face flushing red again.

Dancing.. right they were dancing, not talking.. at his mention that they should start dancing again, her face grew red, they had been standing, his hands on her lower back, her arms on his shoulders for a while, and she hadn't even noticed that they weren't moving. She nodded quickly and glanced over at the music player, picking up the beat again before she slowly started to pick it up, letting the music flow over her like she did before every dance, letting it take her in it's arms and sweep her up into it's melody. Finally, she started to dance, doing what he did, only this time, it had a lot more zest to it. A lot more hip movement, and a lot more feeling into it. Now that she knew who he was.. it was like she had become a completely different person, and her eyes closed as she picked up speed in moving her hips with his.

The moon; she was named after the moon. Elijah wondered what the significance of that was. There probably was none but it was fascinating all the same. The moon didn’t quite live up to her, though, he was sad to say. Such a beautiful rock it was, too. In comparison to her, though, it paled considerably. Elijah couldn’t help but smile as she flushed red. It was a trait that he adored on Chase yet he couldn’t deny that it was quite nice on Selene, too. Elijah brought his hand up and ran his fingers across her cheek bone, feeling the heat of her cheeks against his lukewarm fingers. Elijah chuckled and smiled wistfully, “And I because my nanny liked the name,” he murmured, recalling Micah telling him about Marina’s quick exit from the birthing chamber, leaving Stelladora with the overwhelming task of naming the Krum heir. Elijah was what she’d settled on much to the displeasure of Marina. She hadn’t made any move to change it, though. Elijah wouldn’t have chosen any other name, though, not for himself.

Elijah quirked an eyebrow at Selene and laughed, “Tasteful pornography,” he agreed. “But when women have such beautiful assets to them, why bother covering them up. You for example,” Elijah’s eyes sparkled with excitement and a spark of inspiration. “Have wonderful legs. So they’d have to be accentuated somehow. Not that your bust line or whatever else isn’t equally as lovely but these,” Elijah’s hands dropped down to her thighs and he caressed the surface, “Are magnifique.” Elijah brought his hands back up to her hips and added, “I would love to paint you some time, if you would allow me to.” He smiled at her. “Aren’t you a lucky thing, then?” He asked. “An only child...what luck.”

As they fell back into the dance, Elijah’s arms wound around her waist. He fisted her shirt in his hand and moved it northwards, allowing his other hand to skim over the skin of her back. He brought her closer to him, so their chests were completely parallel to each other. A couple of notes were between them. Elijah’s face was dangerously close to hers, a sultry smile on his lips. Yes, this was what the dance was about. That was why it was compared to sex. It was close, personal and hands and lips went absolutely everywhere.

Selene could feel herself getting redder and redder as he spoke, his finger touching the heated surface of her face, and her mouth opened slightly, inhaling sharply before she could look up at him and tried to put on an emotion, but all that appeared there was a confused mask of wonder. He was touching her and it was such an odd feeling, especially for one who had never been kissed before. It was all kinds of wrong, and she felt like such a hypocrite, but she couldn't stop it, even if she had wanted to. When his hands went down to her thighs and ran over them, her whole body shivered and goose bumps appeared on her arms and legs again. Her eyes were glued to his chest as he spoke in a soft voice nearly right in her ear, his arms winding around her tighter, pulling them so close they were almost touching, their hips moving together as one as they danced.

When he asked to paint her, her whole body numbed. "Paint? Me? I'm not.. I couldn't.. I'm not nearly as pretty as your ozer models... I'm not even a model! I'm.. I'm just.. Selene." She said her accent sounding all the more bizarre next to his sultry voice. A voice that she was quickly starting to like. It was all kinds of wrong, he had a girlfriend, and she.. well she shouldn't even be here, it was against her principals! And yet here she was, dancing close to her favorite painter, lips so close if he moved to much closer she would have her first kiss, and she didn't know if she would complain at it either. Suddenly she felt herself move forward slightly and their chests touched, bringing their faces that much closer as she nearly grinded against him, bodies touching, the heat in the room seemed to spike up even farther, and her eyes closed quickly, her mind completely unaware of what her body was doing, just enjoying ever second of it.

Selene's hand's pulled tighter against his neck and she felt her lips move so close they were only a fingers width apart, she could feel the heat in the room, and feel the heat coming off of his lips, his breath ghosting against her face. It was exotic, it was... wrong, and she was enjoying it. She almost broke herself out of it for a moment, pulling back slightly so that there was a larger space between their faces, but the sound of the music overpowered her thoughts and she found herself relaxing against him again, her face moving even closer then it was before. She was just happy her breath smelt good at this point in time.

The warmth radiating between the two of them was almost suffocating. It wasn’t a bad feeling though. The friction between their hips was creating most of the heat and Elijah did nothing to help the matter. Instead he moved them closer as his hands found more of her skin. They were all over her back, feeling ever inch of skin as her t-shirt was pushed further and further up. Gleefully Elijah realised that the front was being pulled up too but only marginally much to his disappointment. As the gap between them lessened, Elijah’s eyes began to burn with lust and desire. His gaze was intense yet not overwhelming. When she spoke, though, his eyes softened and the intensity lessoned as a smirk rolled onto his lips.

“I paint beautiful things, Selene. It does matter whether they’re models or not. I paint what I find most beautiful. Besides, I like ‘just’ Selene.” Elijah chuckled and ran his fingers down her spine, hoping to illicit a bodily response from her. He moved his head closer to hers as the space between them began to lessen once more. He didn’t know why she was nervous about him painting her. She should have recognised a pattern in his work. He had an idea for her painting though. He wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to do it but either way it would be a superb photograph. The cogs in Elijah’s head turned as they danced and he found himself leaning his forehead against hers.

Elijah felt her lapse of hesitation and allowed her a moment before they returned to their close quarters from before. It was then that Elijah decided to bite the bullet. He brought his hands around, running them over her ribs, just below the hem of her bra, and let them drift up to her neck. He inclined his head slightly to the side and leaned forward, taking her lips with his own. Elijah’s hands fell from her neck to her thighs. He slipped them underneath and waited until the precise moment to lift her up and sit her on his waist. He let her do what she wanted with her legs but kept a firm hand on her back and one on her hip as he kissed her, in case the counter balance on either side failed. He parted his lips slightly and licked her bottom lip, hoping idly to either gain entrance or shock her into opening her own mouth. Either one worked. Elijah smiled into the kiss. No one could ever say Hogwarts was dull.

It sure was getting hot in there. Friction was intense between their bodies, and Selene wouldn't have been surprised if the music had stopped a long time ago, and they simply kept dancing. Dancing in way she had never danced before. A dance so unlike the three hours she had just done, that it was almost startling to realize that she had been moving physically and mentally for so long. Her mind didn't want to imagine how much she needed rest right then, and she let the adrenaline take over. When she let that take over, she could feel her body stiffen, and it began to move more freely with his, working her way closer and closer, feeling his forehead against hers, she looked up into his eyes and saw the desire and pure lust in them, it almost made her step back again.

But once Selene had recollected herself, she found herself moving forward slightly and gasped softly as his hands ran their way up her body, moving across her ribs and up to her neck, where he was suddenly tilting his head to the side. Now there was one thing Selene had never imagined, and it was her first kiss. She tended to skip thoughts like that, and tried not to think that her body had desires that everyone else had. But this.. this was possibly one of the best things she could have ever gotten in a first kiss. Hot dancing with her favorite painter in an empty classroom in Hogwarts. After clearing her mind, finding a guy who thought she was actually pretty.

But when his lips touched hers, her body reacted strongly against it. At first it was repulsed, almost scared, and she nearly pulled back, but suddenly his hands were on her thighs, and she was lifted up so that her legs were on either side of his waist. She could feel her back against a wall all of a sudden, and she had a feeling that with the weight he lifted, he had moved forward just enough to press her against the wall. She gasped into the kiss, and suddenly felt his tongue on her lips. Realizing to late she had done exactly what he had wanted her to do, and that was to open her mouth. Because suddenly she could feel her tongue touching his, and it was the most exotic thing that had ever happened to her, and she found herself pushing more against it, her legs locking around his waist, her head moving forward as she used her strong ab muscles to keep herself up against him hard, her mind completely empty of everything but her first kiss.

Selene gasped into the kiss, making Elijah smile. He brought his hand up to her neck and cupped the back of it as he played with her tongue with his. The Slytherin dropped his hand back down to her waist and continued to push up her shirt, allowing his hands to touch the soft skin of her torso. He broke the kiss and pulled the strap of her shirt down. He attached his lips to her shoulder. He nipped and licked the sink there, dragging his lips across her shoulder and up her neck before once again taking her lips with his. When Elijah finally pulled away, a soft smile lay on his lips. He smirked at Selene and kept hold of her legs, not quite ready to let her go yet. He squeezed her thigh and chuckled lightly, half-amused by the situation at hand. “Enjoy that?” He asked her playfully, pushing the strap of her top back up onto her shoulder. He pushed some of her hair back out of her eyes and smiled again, most satisfied. “How about I walk you back to the carriage, love?” he suggested. “You’ll probably want to rest, hmm?"

Selene had never felt this way before in her life. It was like her entire body was on fire, his hands had found their way under her shirt, and were running along her torso freely. When he broke the kiss, she was sure it was over, but before she could even respond to the momentary distance of their lips, she felt him pull down her shirt strap, and attach his lips to her shoulder, sending feelings down her body she had never felt before as he sucked and nibbled there for a moment, before his kisses trailed up her neck before finally catching her lips again. Her breath caught in her throat, and she pushed herself against him again, her tongue wrestling his this time, the shock nearly worn off, before he broke the kiss, and found herself staring into his eyes, her legs still wrapped around his waist, unmoved as her chest heaved.

"I don't know.." She breathed, her face slightly red and her chest heaving to try and bring more oxygen into her lungs. "Maybe I shouldn't.. maybe I should.. I just.. don't you.." She said and had to stop and catch her breath. "Sure.. I'd.. I'd love it if you would walk me back to the carriage.." She said softly, her eyes frozen on his, trying to read what he was thinking about her, he seemed amused at her reactions, but it wasn't like it was every day that her mind and body were assaulted at the same time. Selene had always been extremely careful about her feelings towards people. She was well guarded and capable of keeping her thoughts away from the male species, and kept her thoughts on her studies, and her mind where it needed to be, which was focused on her future. Now though... her mind was a jumble, she couldn't think clearly if she wanted to, and it was like she had had a tiny piece of heaven for a second. She realized now why people did those things to each other.. kissed, and held hands.. it was because it made you feel awesome, it broke down a barrier in her mind, that she had so carefully constructed.

"I am.. tired.." She said and although they were talking of leaving, she didn't make any move to loosen the hold of her legs around his waist. She didn't want to leave just yet, let herself feel sexy for just a moment longer, let herself feel good about herself for just a while yet.. and bask in the odd warm glow of Elijah Krum, as she took in not only his expression, but the color of his eyes, the shape of his cheeks, and the smooth texture of his lips, which had just so recently been pressed against her own. Never before had she been so close to someone, and it nearly scared her, but made her feel wonderful all at the same time.