It's Not Stalking If He's Not Here Yet \\open//

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Rabastan, however, grinned, and her own embarrassment made him smile more. He sat down across from her at the small table and leaned forward on his elbows.

This one was a cinch. He could probably have her by the end of tonight.

"I already pale in comparison to you, mon cher," he said, reaching and bringing one of her hands down from her mouth and holding it. "Any less cute, as you put it, and they wouldn't let me near you."

[Evelyn Turner]

That was too much. Her tiny little heart couldn't take so much enjoyment. He thought she was pretty? She could have melted in his hand had her heart not been racing like a track horse at that very moment. She should have thanked him for the compliment, the compliment she didn't deserve. She meant to thank him. But all that managed to come out was a tiny, barely audible squeak. Evelyn leaned forward subconsciously and just beamed at him.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

She leaned forward and he saw no other choice... what was he supposed to do?

He reached the short distance to her face, sweeping a piece of hair behind her ear before he traced the line of her chin.

It was all so practiced, the soft, adoring look in his eyes, the move of his fingers, and the way he slowly, so slowly, moved forward and pressed his lips to hers.

[Evelyn Turner]

Evelyn was blissfully unaware of just how rehearsed this whole thing was. She was too blinded by him to believe or even listen to the all too true rumors about his womanizing ways. To her, he was innocent and pure and good. And this was real and special.

Rabastan's lips were as soft as she'd always imagined. He was careful and tender with her, and even as she succumbed to her most wanted desires, her cheeks reddened. Some part of her was still very aware that she should be embarrassed to be in his company.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

He made the kiss brief, assuming she would be uncomfortable if he pressed for too much as once. He let silence hang in the air for the moment before a wide grin spread on his lips.

"Do I get tipped extra for the kisses?" He teased, going back to their earlier jokes about him being on the wait staff. He wanted to keep her relaxed and at ease.

[Evelyn Turner]

She was pleasantly stunned by the kiss and couldn't say anything after he pulled away. Her mind was blank, except for the images of Rabastan's lips against hers. He was an amazing kisser.

She grinned at his question, he was so clever. "I thought that was the tip."

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Rabastan tilted his head and considered this. She gave him a very nice opening, and he was going to take it and see what she did with it.

"I think you have to iniate it to be my tip."

[Evelyn Turner]

She considered what he was saying, and knew it was now or never. She leaned forward kissed him, rather pecked him, on the lips. She started to move back, too embarrassed to really kiss him. But then she thought about it. He had initiated the conversation in the entrance hall first. He had invited her down to the kitchens. He was playing along with a lame joke she had said to keep herself from blushing. He had kissed her. And now he was wanting another kiss. He liked her! Oh Merlin, he liked her! Her heart soared at this realization. So there was no reason to be embarrassed. She leaned back in and gave him a real kiss. But she didn't know what to do with her hands and so she kept them in her lap. It was the most passionate and nervous kiss she'd ever had with a guy. It was one of the only kisses she'd ever had with a guy, but this was definitely number one.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

She wasn't bad, he thought, but then he wondered how many guys she had kissed. He didn't think he was her first, though he would certainly get a kick out of that.

When he finally pulled back, he was smiling gently and pretending that he hadn't been watching her when they kissed. He had just wanted to see her reactions, see if he could read her thoughts.

"I think I should give you better service for a tip like that," he said, continuing with the joke.

[Evelyn Turner]

"But then I might have to give you a better tip." Once again she hadn't thought her words through completely before saying them, and had only meant that she would kiss him again if he wanted it. That probably wasn't how he would interpret it, but then she was too naive to really understand what she had just said. She was so ignorant that she didn't even blush. She just smiled, she was the happiest she had ever been.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Rabastan refrained from raising an eyebrow, thinking that perhaps she hadn't meant what he was certain he heard.

He'd err on the safe side, and he just smiled back at her. "Is that supposed to make me not want to give you better service?" He let the double meaning of his own words slide, unless she picked up on them on her own. "Because it really only gives me more incentive."

[Evelyn Turner]

Evelyn beamed at him, he did want to kiss her again. She was on cloud nine. "Well I can't stop you, you know." She wouldn't try to stop him. She wanted to kiss him again too.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Rabastan chuckled softly. No, he didn't imagine she would stop him... he wondered how far he could get before she would. The thing about girls like Evelyn was that they were so damned thrilled you were even looking at them that they would throw their boundaries out the window for you.

"Well, in that case," he said, leaning in and kissing her again.

[Evelyn Turner]

She couldn't believe her luck that he was kissing her again. It was like a dream. How many times had she wished for this? And here it was actually happening. She kissed him back and even moved closer to him and nervously placed her hands on his shoulders.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Too bloody easy! Rabastan almost wondered if he should abandon the chase... then agin, she was one of those innocent girls that perhaps he could have some challange getting her into bed, so he broke the kiss before it became too much for her and smiled softly.

"You taste a little of peppermint, did you know that?"

[Evelyn Turner]

When he spoke her face turned as violently red as her hair and she looked to the floor as she shook her head. "No," she whispered, barely audible. She couldn't place what he tasted like. Something sweet, but not too much. Like the aftertaste of a candy. She felt stupid saying anything like that. Evelyn wished she were more outgoing and daring, like Rabastan. But then, he seemed to like her for who she was or else he wouldn't have asked her down here for dinner. That thought again made her face warm, but the sound of a house elf behind them bringing in some food calmed her and her cheeks returned to their normal pale, rosy color.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Inwardly, he grinned, and decided to lay it on really thick, only nodding once to acknowledge the house elf.

"You're blushing. Why?" He asked this as if he didn't know that he was making her night by being here with her, and lavishing her with compliments. As if he didn't know he was good. "I can't be the first person that's ever told you you taste lik peppermint. Or that you're beautiful, and sweet, and funny..."

[Evelyn Turner]

Oh Lord! He couldn't possibly know what he was doing to her at that very moment, could he? Her face felt so warm that she was quite positive her face had surpassed her hair in the intensity of redness. She couldn't even look at him, let alone respond verbally. She did let out some sort of squeak as she focused intently on the floor, then her shoes, then his shoes which made her cheeks feel warmer yet, and then back to her own shoes. She was so filled with nerves that she began to laugh. She reached for a glass, she didn't care which, and just before swallowing its entire contents she was able to mutter "thank you."