Valentines Day Dance!

Oded O'Hurley wrote:Oded smiled crookedly and held out his hand for her to take, "Then allow me to esort you onto the dance floor." He waited for her to take his hand so he could lead her onto the dance floor.

OOC: Should me you and Abbs start another thread?

Christy smiled, "Please do." she said as she waved to her sister with her left hand not realizing that she was wearing her ring and hadn't told anyone yet. She let Oded lead her to the floor to dance smiling sweetly at him.

Belle noticed him watching her drink and blushed a little. "Scott has snuck me into a few parties...I can chug with the best of them." She explained, "But in this case I was just really thristy." She then returned her attention to what he had just said.

"I am with you for you, not for where you can take me or buy me. Your gifts are because you want to, not because you have to and that makes them more special to me. I charish everything you have given me." She reached up to where her locket still rested. "And I never take this off, not since you put it around my neck."

Remy could feel the hesitation in her dance partner. His body stiffened beneath her, though whether from shock or sexual tension she couldn’t be sure. For a moment she thought he would drop her, or push her away at the least, such was his response. She was about to pull away from him (not that she would apologize for her actions), but before she detached her body from contact with his, Jess did something pleasantly unexpected.

He kissed her on the neck.

Now Remy, having a hell of a lot of experience in the kissing department, immediately knew that pulling away from Jess would have been exactly the wrong move. Clearly, her act of hurdling herself through the wall that separated her from Potter – which had all the potential in the world to end badly – had actually furthered her goal of getting close to him.

Remy hadn’t quite expected him to initiate the intimacy, but she was hardly disappointed when she felt his lips on her neck. Not because she was physically attracted to Jess – he wasn’t unattractive, but not exactly the best she’d ever had – but because that kiss meant that her plan was in motion, and she was no longer the only participant in this charade. Though Jess probably didn’t realize it – in fact, Remy was banking on him not realizing it – he had just agreed to play a role in her act. He had now officially been awarded the role of host for Remy’s parasitic ways, until the end of the evening if not longer.

A foxy smirk turned one corner of Remy’s lips up and she let go of the breath she had been holding, sending a wave of heat onto Jess’s neck, knowing he would feel it. A second later, she was returned to an upright position, once again face to face with Jess and able to see the sly smile pasted on his own face. It was the type of smile that someone had when they thought they were in control, and Remy was not about to ruin Jess’s presumption that he was. People who thought they held all the cards were far less likely to notice the person who was stacking the deck.

Remy’s upright position lasted only for two steps, enough for Jess to position her perpendicular to his body so he could drop her into a split. It was an unexpected display of dance mastership she hadn’t expected of Jess, but she was able to follow it despite her surprise. She was mentally thankful to be flexible enough to pull off the move – There’s no wonder where that flexibility came from Remy thought, not bothering to filter her less than appropriate thoughts at this point – and also thankful that Jess was strong enough to support her weight. The feathers of her dress splayed on the ground around her legs, Remy looked up with a ferocity in her eyes, meant to convey sexual tension and the heat of the dance, emotions she did not actually feel but could imitate without flaw.

The rules thrown out the window earlier by Jess’s kiss, Remy spared no thought to what she was about to do next. With her free hand – the one that had not been caught by Jess’s – she reached up and placed her palm against the back of Jess’s neck, pulling him closer to her and tilting her head, letting her lips linger in front of his for just a moment too long before covering Jess’s lips with her own.

A bold move? Definitely. One with a big payoff? Remy was banking on it.

OoC:OMG Mari is gonna killz you Jess lol anyway


Matt jumped off the stage with a very big grin on his face. He smiled and walked over to grab a glass of wine. As he reached for it he bumped into someone and he spilled his own wine all over Matt. He groaned and pulled out his wand, he couldn't find it. He hadn't mastered wandless quite yet and was worried if he tried to dry the very expensive suite he was wearing he would wreck it. He sighed and smelled the smell of wine, he walked back over to the stage to look for his wand. He looked around seeing if anyone was not busy but everyone seemed to be. Specifically Jess, he sighed and turned away a slight smile on his face. He couldn't wait to see the row he and Mari would get in.

He groaned and got on his knees looking for his wand, he tried accio but it didn't fly to him. He looked around and saw it on a table by the back door, "How did it get here?" he though to himself. He ran over and picked it up, then he noticed a piece of paper laying were it had been. He picked it up and read it, wasn't addressed to him. It was adressed to...Emmanuelle Lestrange. Matt opened the envelope, which he thought was a piece of paper. It was really adressed to him, he read it and sat on the table. They were toying with him....he sighed and tossed it on the garbage bin. All it had said was "Ocean", he waved his wand drying his clothes and walked back over to the dance.

As he walked back into the lit dance floor he walked out of the hall and sent a patronus with a message to Mari. "Mari, its Matt wanna come to the dance? I just need someone to talk to" he had said it to deliver. He walked back into the hall and took a seat in front of the enchanted window away from Dane and Jemma. He really needed to talk, but everyone seemed to be busy. He'd just have to wait for Mariana...he waved his wand and made a glass of wine zoom from the other classes to him. He downed it in one gulp and his eyes shut slightly, he drifted off to a slight snooze.

Hello, Sophia. Tim smiled. Tim then blushed at her comment and grinned. Thanks. Tim smiled. You look stunning in red, you know that? Tim asked. Neverthless, you always look pretty no matter what. Tim told her. Shall we dance..? Tim asked. thinking she might be tired or exhausted.

Sophia blushed when he told her she looked tunning in red but she looked pretty no matter what. "Thankyou Timmy, that was sweetof you."said Sophia softly as she kissed his cheek as she was on her tip toes for he was slightly taller then her. When he asked her to dance she smiled. "Sure, I love to dance."said Sophia softly as she gave him a soft warm smile. As she seen her sister walk up towards them and told her she looked pretty he miled warm;y at her sister. "Thanks Nikki is, shall you look pretty as always?"Sophia aked her smiling. As she she een Nikki walk off at a empty table she looked around and seen her farther reading a letter and suddenly had a worry look on her face. "I wonder who if it's from?"ophia aked herself out loud. "Oh well, I'll ask him later."said Sophia to herelf once again.

Belle Fey wrote:Belle noticed him watching her drink and blushed a little. "Scott has snuck me into a few parties...I can chug with the best of them." She explained, "But in this case I was just really thristy." She then returned her attention to what he had just said.

"I am with you for you, not for where you can take me or buy me. Your gifts are because you want to, not because you have to and that makes them more special to me. I charish everything you have given me." She reached up to where her locket still rested. "And I never take this off, not since you put it around my neck."

Andrian grinned, sheepishly as he noticed Belle catching him watching her drink. "I didn't know you love parties," he raised one eyebrows at her, then shrugged his shoulders when she said that she could chug down any drink but decided to cover it with just saying she was only really thirsty. "Sure," he said sacastically. "Don't worry, it turns me on," he shrugged his shoulders and laughed, softly as he placed both hand on her hips, kising her neck down to her shoulders and stopped.

"I couldn't or wouldn't ask for anything more," spoke Andrian, once she finish her sentence. He was glad that even though he didn't have to buy her nice things and still did it mean't something to her. That she appreciated it, cared for it and cherish everything he had given her. "So, it like an unbreakable vow then - it symbolizes our love," he asked then, half joking.

She laughed at the turning him on part but then shivered with delight when he kissed her neck down to her shoulders before listening to what he said. "I had never thought of it that way, but yes I suppose so. Only less painful I would imagine and just don't as me to get your name tattooed in a heart on my breast anytime soon." She joked.

Tim turned bright red and touched his cheek, the one that Sophia just lightly kissed. He gulped and chuckled quietly. You're welcome. Tim winked. Nikki had complimented Tim and he grinned, Thanks, you look very nice too. Tim put his arm out, ready for Sophia to take so he could guide them to the dance floor. Is everything alright? Tim asked.

In the couple of seconds or so it took for remy to respond, jess' mind was racing. Had he made the right move? Had he pushed the boundaries? Was what he did acceptable? He in no way wanted to push any boundaries, or frighten her off, but she had awoken something in Jess, something he hadn't felt in years. The smell of a woman, the closeness, the light, tingly breath, the ever present, but oh so faint heart beat. He couldn't possibly have resisted, even if he'd wanted to.

Well, the time was up, 'boom boom boom' went his heart, an eternal time keeper, and when the time ran out, Remy appeared to have made her decision. He felt her hand wrap around his neck, and for a frightful moment, he knew it was up, and she was going to lift herself up, and leave. But then the impossible happened, she lifted up and placed her lips on his, and he knew he'd one.

He pulled his head back, only to give her an incredibly... well, what he thought was sly, grin, and pressed his lips against hers once more, straightening up, and pulling her to his feet again. One more kiss and he pulled back, taking a step to stand at her side. "A drink?" He said breathlessly, a grin on his face, as he wrapped his arm back around her waist

There one reason people are afraid of taking chances: everyone fears what they can’t predict. From the weather to someone’s response to an action or sentence, the things you can’t calculate or anticipate are the scariest. But for Remy, fear wasn’t a common occurrence. She was all about self-preservation, so unless she was in a situation that might directly cause her harm, she wasn’t overly concerned with the consequences of her actions.

Such was the case when she made the split second decision to kiss Jess Potter. True, it had been her intention to be intimate with him from the first time he had walked up to greet her, but she hadn’t anticipated it happening so soon. She had no objections to it, though; instant gratification as never a negative, in Remy’s opinion. Although the odds were stacked against her in making this bold move, Remy knew that she held most of the cards in this situation. She was at a Valentine’s Day dance, for Merlin’s sake. Libidos and hormones were bound to be going crazy, and who didn’t want a steamy story to tell later?

Without much delay in the response, Remy found that her risk had paid off. A moment after her lips made contact with Jess’s, she could feel the pressure of him kissing her back. Feeling this, she hesitated just for a moment, just long enough to allow him to take the lead in the kiss. And lead he did. Remy could feel his fingers tightened around hers, his hand pressing into the curve of her hip, the want seeping from his pores.

Of all the worldly passions, lust is the most intense, Remy quoted mentally, her brain still functioning like a well-oiled machine, though she could tell that her behavior and proximity were clouding Jess’s mind.

The kiss lasted longer than was probably appropriate for such a crowded room, but Remy had never been very appropriate in the first place. Sure, she was usually more discreet about it, but on this lovesick holiday, she doubted anyone would even bat an eye. She let her eyelids flutter open to reveal the smoldering look she had brought to her eyes, smirking back at Jess for few seconds before he resumed the contact between them. Him taking another kiss from her, taking control, meant that she had him. As he pulled her to her feet Remy made sure to maintain the contact between their bodies as well as their lips, feeling Jess’s intensity rising to match hers. It was hard to resist purring in pleasure at how well her plan had worked out.

This kiss lasted longer than the first, but it was over soon enough, and Jess moved to stand beside her, short of breath and flushed in the face. Remy’s hair was tousled from the dancing and she finger combed it back from her face, shooting Jess a sidelong glance and a devilish smirk as he made the all-too-obvious transition from intense intimacy to something so commonplace as getting a drink.

Having taken so many steps forward, though, Remy wasn’t about to let him retreat back to the small talk stage. Instead, she reached out to a passing waiter, who seemed more than a little shocked by what he had just seen from the pair of them. From his tray Remy took two glasses of champagne, handing one to Jess and keeping the other for herself.

“Why don’t we go see what they’ve done with the outdoor decorations?” Remy intoned suggestively, slithering out of Jess’s arm around her waist and holding his fingers gently between her own as she tugged him toward the doors that would lead to the more secluded patio area.