Paint and Silk.

This girl – this woman – was entirely too delectable. Elijah watched her. The way she held herself...it was if she was begging him even with her body for him to just pick her up, throw her on the bed and have his wicked way with her. Elijah was most definitely willing to carry out that silent request. He focused on the camera from the time being but he watched her out of the top of his vision. Merlin he wanted her but he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. She was perfection, a piece of art that he could touch if he wanted to. Chase had wanted to be a model, a real model – one of his models.... He had to admit, she was jumping in at the deep end but he truly didn’t care.

Elijah put the camera down on the table and looked at Chase curiously. He took every part of her in from her gorgeous hair to her soft pouty lips and the creamy skin of her thighs. Elijah stepped towards her, a predatory look in his eyes. He wound an arm around her waist and smirked. “Kiss you?” He questioned, the words rolling off of his tongue as if he were trying new words out in English. He pulled her close to him and he lowered his head slightly. “How do I do this ... this kiss?” He whispered. “Like this..?” He lowered his head, his lips ghosting over hers and he frowned. “No...that can’t be right..”

He stepped forward, forcing Chase back and he looked thoughtful. “How else would I do it?” He took out one of the grips, dropping some more of the sheet and he smiled. “How about this...?” He lowered his head to her chest which was slowly but surely being exposed but looked up again. “That’s wrong too isn’t it? I thought so...” He nodded before a grin broke out on his face. Elijah swiftly picked Chase up and walked the rest of the way over to the bed he’d been leading her to. He lowered her down onto it and put his knees either side of her waist so he was hovering above her. “What about this?” He breathed before capturing her lips in his and pulling the fabric away from her body, discarding it somewhere over the other side of the room. He broke the kiss and ran his hands up the sides of her body. “Was I right?” He asked, smirking.

Chase felt still as a statue as he pulled her closer. This was it then, there was no turning back from this point, and she knew it, and didn't care. Of course Andrew had never been quite so... romantic when he did things. Chase felt the ghost of a kiss over hers, and she attempted to kiss him harder, but he had pulled back. She looked up a little shocked as he pretended to not know how to kiss. Forced back a step, she looked up at him and bit her lip. He was playing with her, and it was something that Chase had never experienced before. Something so.. romantic.

She felt the sheet drop even lower and felt her cheeks go pink again before looking at him with a look as though to say 'I'm yours.' She took her lip between her teeth and bit it for a moment, taking in his every feature. The curl of his hair, the structure of his jaw, the way his lips sat against the slight stubble that was growing there. Her desire to kiss him grew more strong by the second, and she knew that it would continue to do so.

Looking at him, she knew that she had known this would happen the second she set foot in the room. Before that even, when he asked if he could draw her on the train, she had known, even if it had been in a subconscious part of her brain, she had known what he planned to do, and she was perfectly okay with it. Her arms found his neck as he lifted her off her feet, and she was placed on the bed.

Finally, sweet satisfaction. His lips found hers, and she closed her eyes, pushing her lips against his. The sheet was ripped away from her body, and she suddenly felt horribly exposed, because now, he had not only seen the scar on her back, but would undoubtedly, see the scar on her stomach. Crossing from the bottom edge of the one on her back, around to just under her breasts. She closed her eyes and felt a sinking in her stomach. He hadn't done anything but trace her other scar.. what would he say to this one?

Chase didn't want to talk though, she moved up again and found his lips, in response to his question. She moved away and looked up at him. "Yeah.. you were right." She whispered, looking up into his smirking face. She reached up, and let her hand trace his jaw, push away a strand of hair, run her fingers along the stubble she had never felt before. She smiled slightly and looked up at him with large eyes. She didn't know what to say, so all she let escape her lips was. "Please.." And then she closed her eyes, letting her mind soak in the feeling of his body pressed against hers, and hoping this wasn't the last time it would be.


[OOC: I think we should make this a Mature thread >.>]

For some reason Elijah hadn’t expected this and it was naive of him not to. She’d been telling him exactly what he’d have wanted to hear from any other woman since the train ride it seemed and now she was acting upon her desires. This was probably why he liked assertive fiery women over the ones you could step on and wouldn’t get a word from. The assertive ones got things done; Chase being an example of this. He would have been lying if he said she didn’t drive him crazy in both good ways and bad.

She was soft, that was the first thing Elijah’s mind registered. There was no blemish, not a patch of rough skin, she was perfection. But then his fingers crossed the scar just below her breasts. His fingers lingered there, exploring this strange anomaly. He didn’t like the idea of someone hurting Chase. It was absurd. He ran his thumb over the top of the scar and without realising it, his kiss grew fiercer. It was as if he was putting all his anger towards the person that had hurt Chase, into the kiss.

Then, the kiss was broken and Elijah met Chase’s gaze. She was beautiful; there was no doubt about it. She was a work of art herself and it was scandalous to think that he hadn’t painted her before. Her hair contrasted deeply with her milky skin and her eyes were gorgeous. He didn’t know why the idiots in America were bothering with photographs. Photographs were lost in time but paintings were immortalised; cherished by those who saw them to be precious. Photographs just couldn’t compare.

Elijah tugged his shirt over his head and discarded it with the sheet. He ran his knuckles over her shoulder and smiled. He was right. Elijah kissed Chase softly and placed kisses on her jaw and her neck before returning to her lips once more. He broke away again and heard the small plea that left her mouth. Elijah was more than willing to fulfil Chase’s wish.

Chase lay curled up under a sheet a while later. She didn't know how much longer later, but she registered a time difference. She opened her eyes wide, when she felt something against her back. She lay curled up in the protection of Elijah Krum, in the Room of Requirement, after having done something quite irreversible. But Chase knew she would never reverse it, even if she was given a time turner. It was like a tension had been built up to the point of exploding, and after such a long time, it finally had. It was no longer useless flirting, it had finally achieved it's height, and Chase was happy.

She slowly sat up and felt the sheet fall down from her torso. She looked down and blushed hard, pulling it back to her chin, before turning and looking around for Elijah. Her eyes took in the beauty of the room. The window was tainted a deep orange, showing the fading light outside. She smiled and looked around for a moment, her eyes taking in the window, and the sketched portrait of herself against the window, only an outline, but still already showing the beauty of his drawings.

Chase put her hand up to her head, and felt a grin spread across her face. His excuse for their actions, his want for her, sex hair, had been fufilled. Her hair lay in a messy, tangled mess on her head. Not to horrible, but almost beautifully messy. She let her hand fall from her head and rest on the soft sheets of the bed. She had curled under them at one time or another, and felt completely exhausted. Her mind was whirring in anticipation of what Eli would act like when they finally came up for air from their... adventures earlier.

Exhaustion didn’t happen often with Elijah. He was always raring to go but the cocoon of warmth surrounding the two had sent him into the land of dreams. It actually reminded him why he loved that bed as much as he did. Despite the fact that he was dreaming, somewhere n his consciousness he made a mental note to steal the bed before the end of the year. It was infinitely better than the one in Paris. Chase was warm though, the bed was warm and his companion was also. It was a perfect excuse to rest so Elijah was.

Elijah felt Chase stir but he remained where he was, enjoying the feeling of complete relaxation. He was stirring, coming back to reality but he didn’t want to wake up. Waking up meant that eventually he’d have to leave the bed and wander around. He’d probably get hungry first, though and food was never at a short supply in the Room of Requirement. He could have easily lived there without a problem and he did last year but this time, perhaps, he’d have some company.

Elijah hummed happily to himself and cracked an eye open at Chase. He smiled and moved closer to her. He placed a kiss on her him and marvelled once more at how soft she was. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked out of the window, a sleepy smile on his face. He looked back at Chase and chuckled upon seeing her hair. “Good Evening, Fen.” He murmured.

Chase looked over at Elijah and smiled, leaning into the kiss. "Good morning." she said softly and then smiled again, moving a bit closer to him. "Did you sleep well?" She asked softly, reaching out and brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. She smiled at him and leaned forward, letting her lips brush his lightly before pulling back and grinning again. Her skin was red and healthy looking, her eyes bright and shining, as though every part of her had been rebuffed and made clearer.

She smiled and curled her hands around the sheet, her mind slowly starting to sink in what they had done. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting her body absorb the feeling of absolute peace and happiness, before it was replaced by worry. "Was that going to happen all along Elijah? I mean... did you want that to happen with me? Or with Model Chase?" She asked looking at him with her eyes shining, but this time a touch of sadness crept into them. "I mean.. I did tell you to treat me like your other models.." She said carefully.

She let her eyes drift to the window, where earlier he had been complaining about not cutting corners with her hair. And now.. well her hair was pleasantly messed up, in a... sex hair type way. Would he paint her now? She thought it would be very romantic if he did. She suddenly shook her head. "You know what.. don't answer that." She moved over to him and kissed him deeply, her hand running over his bare shoulders and then down his chest before she broke off and stared into his eyes. "Thank you Elijah..." She smiled at him and found his hand with hers, holding it lightly.

Elijah’s mind was still muddled with sleep but he did kiss her back as enthusiastically as possible for someone who had just woken up. It was odd, really. For once he’d slept undisturbed by Alice or by anything else that could possibly disrupt his slumber. He’d not touched the potion Robert had supplied him with, deeming it useless. Really he just wanted to hang onto Alice for as long as possible. But he’d slept brilliantly. He let the credit go to the bed and the superb company he’d had. “Perfectly...” He nigh on purred. “And yourself?”

It felt good to be at peace, to be completely and utterly relaxed again. Elijah sank back against the pillows and sighed contentedly. He closed his eyes a few moments before opening them once more to show Chase that he was listening to her. Elijah sat up, confused by what she was asking him, and frowned. “Chase I-” She cut him off and Elijah fell silent, deciding it best to let her get on with whatever she was doing. He wanted her in whatever form she was available to him in but really, she never stopped being model Chase because model Chase and Chase-Chase were the same person – both works of art.

Elijah pulled her to him and he kissed her on the forehead. He rubbed her back and smiled. “No problem, Fen.”