Celebration After Selection Ceremony (open)

[Guinevere Scotts]

Gwen grinned like a chesire cat and took another small step forward, their bodies just barely brushing. It was a promise of a sweet caress, and a denial of the very same. She was teasing him.

She put a hand to the center of his chest and pushed so that he was against the wall. She did not move her hand.

She leaned forward until her lips were near his ear, close enough that a whispered word would be accompanied by a puff of hot breath. In this position, she paused for a moment, letting his body soak it all up before she finally answered, "Yes, I could," in a very seductive tone.

[Sin Savira]

Of course, just his luck, the one girl who wasn't bluffing. And now he was being teased by someone who obviously had.. experience in getting whatever response she wanted. And although she did affect him, likely exactly how she wanted him to be affected, he wasn't going to give up the fight willingly. Now he had to step up or be lost, and he wasn't ready to loose himself no matter what her skills were in evoking those feelings.

He took a breath but in the next moment he looked into her eyes and then stepped forward in return and his eyes flashed with that liquid heat he always kept hidden inside, "prove it." He wasn't ready to let her win. And since one of her hands was occupied on his chest he put one on her hip to try to even the odds. He might still escape this unscathed and uncaught...

[Guinevere Scotts]

Gwen's grin never faltered. In fact, she almost laughed when he pulled her in as well. He was trying to even the playing field. It was a noble effort, but she would have none of it.

Blinking slowly, she tilted her head slightly. "Ask me to prove it to you again, and I will," she told him, her eyes never leaving his. The hand on his chest started to trail down to his stomach. "But this time, consider the amount of people in the same room at the moment."

[Sin Savira]

It wasn't the other people in the room that bothered him. He was used to being in a crowd and normally enjoyed being around a lot of people. It was her effect on him that bothered him. That feeling of being caught alone in a trap and about to be eaten for dinner was the most prevalent of those. He didn't remove his hand or step away though, he realized he was holding his breath and let it escape slowly.

It was one thing to tempt, but he was not used to being tempted. He had never been tempted to do more than flirt with a girl, or make friends with one. He had a fear of commitment, and never let himself get too close to anyone. And this woman had fire in her smoldering eyes that promised she could make him beg. He wasn't sure if he wanted to run away or flirt with danger. And though his eyes continued to flirt with danger half williing her to prove it, his brain was screaming at him to leave well enough alone unless he wanted to be captured.

He didn't respond right away but he didn't move away, his eyes defiant and bold but he couldn't make himself say the words. It was like looking into a fire and asking him to touch the flames. And those flames would definatly burn him.

[Guinevere Scotts]

She was honestly surprised that he hadn't given up when she pointed out that she was willing to prove it to him in front of the entire Gryffindor house.

Her eyes of fire met his of ice, and it was a combination that could promise a highly reactive mix, each of them battling for the upperhand. She liked it.

She was honestly just having fun, but she liked to see guys like Sin, or Rystain, or Rabastan weak in the knees. It was good for them from time to time.

Her hand continued to trail lower, a feather light touch, but a touch that couldn't be ignored, and she stopped just short of where he'd likely want that touch.

"Ask me again," she whispered.

[Sin Savira]

Sin sucked in a breath before she stopped her hand from traveling where it had been headed. This girl was definitely dangerous, and he still wasn't sure if he liked it or feared it. He considered his options. He could say the words she was daring him to and then he'd probably be lost, he had no doubts about her expertise to make him weak. He could try to escape, though if she was as firey as a woman scorned he was sure she'd lord it over him for a long time. He could continue to try to hold on to his grasp and see if he could keep her challenge from affecting him.

or he could take a risk.. he liked risks, right? Sin couldn't take any steps back and she had him blocked form any other reasonable escape. So instead he took her wrist in his hand and moved one last step closer to her so that they were touching, but his eyes didn't back down.. nor did he tell her to prove it. He could play with the fire but he wasnt' going to say the word that he was sure would be more like an inferno to consume him.

[Guinevere Scotts]

Gwen smiled predatorially when he took her wrist in his hand.

He hadn't asked her again to prove it... was he scared that she really would? But he was by no means backing down. She was more and more convinced that he was scared of her. Well, it was high time that he feel what he did to girls. That overwhelming, terrifying feeling that girls lived for.

"I'm hoping for the follow through," she told him, glancing down at his hand, and moving so that when she spoke, her lips faintly brushed his. "Unfortunately," her voice returned to normal. "I'm still thirsty."

And she moved to pull away from him.

[Sin Savira]

Sin was suddenly extremely thirsty himself, and as soon as she pulled away he wanted to keep her there. He was obviously insane he thought to himself. No man in his right mind would want a hellcat hunting him, right? For once in his life he was completely thrown off by a woman. One he couldn't explain how he felt about, nor did he dare to. And yet before she could completely pull away, he held her wrist not letting her go any further. He saw the sense of triumph on her face and he wanted to wipe it off and ... "prove it." he dared her.

[Guinevere Scotts]

She ignored the fact that her heart jumped a little when he said those words, ignored the fact that she never intended to prove anything to him, ignored the fact that she had told herself it was justified cruelty if she just walked away, leaving him wanting.

It was those cursed blue eyes.

She stepped back towards him and in a quick motion, pushed him back so that he was up against the wall again, both of her hands now on his chest as she kissed him heatedly.

[Sin Savira]

He felt himself pushed back, truely and utterly trapped again, surely he was insane. But the thought was lost as soon as her lips were on his and burning trails of liquid heat down his body. It didn't even sink in that they were likely making a scene although they were in the shadows and perhaps no one had noticed, but even those thougths that SHOULD have been there were completely lost in the firey kiss and he couldn't stop a groan.

[Guinevere Scotts]

She broked the kiss sooner than she wanted to. He was more responsive than she thought he would have been... he had recovered from whatever shock too quickly.

She leaned towards his ear, letting her body shift and rub against his as she moved. "Tell me you want more," she purred into his ear. "Anything you want... you can have... if you just ask..."

[Sin Savira]

Sin vaguely wondered if the dark goddess wore heals, if she did, he was definatly insane for enjoying her kiss. He wanted more and that was insane too. But he was having trouble processing her words at that particular time. Not that he couldn't handle a kiss.. it was the fire that was hidden within the kiss that burned him. "..prove it again.." was all he managed.

[Guinevere Scotts]

Gwen, forcing herself to stay in control of the situation, laughed and pulled back.

Her body was still against his, but she could look at him easier.

"Sorry, Sin," she said, licking her lips for the added torment. "Once is all you get. But it was fun, right?"

[Sin Savira]

Sin suddenly had the urge to break that conrol of hers.. it was like dancing with the devil, and he couldn't stop himself no matter how much he knew he'd likely regret it. And in an instant he took both of her hands and dragged them down past his hips with a daring blue gaze. He didn't move closer and he didn't try to kiss her.. he just looked at her with hot steel in his eyes. "Once is all I needed."

[Guinevere Scotts]

For the first time, her smile faltered. This was the second time he had pulled her back. The first she had indulged. This one, she would not.

He had met his match in the form of a woman... someone who could undo him with very little effort, and he didn't like it. She was just as scared of commitment as he was, which was why she was such a tease. She wanted them to want her.

And she didn't like that he was fighting her for control right now.

"If that's the case," she said, raising an eyebrow but otherwise not moving, "You don't need me any more."

[Sin Savira]

Sin let go of her hands. He still was backed into a wall but he leaned against it he actually felt weak inside but he wasn't going to let her know it. He had to be going mad, it was like flirting with the edge of a cliff and he wasn't sure he wasn't going to fall off of it at any moment. But his eyes had an icy almost intense look that seemed as if that was what he wanted to hear. And by all acounts it was. He'd managed to escape with only a scratch from the hellcat. He could live with that. It was better than the alternative.

[Guinevere Scotts]

And that chesire grin was back as she pounced, claws poised.

She was on him again, still using the wall as help, and her hand finally landed where she'd been hinting at through his robes, and she pressed her lips to his again.

"You can take care of that on your own, right?" she asked againt his lips.

[Sin Savira]

Sin had thought he was safe, and was sadly mistaken and proven wrong. His body responded almost imediately to her touch no matter what his mind screamed at him. He didn't groan this time but he did feel her breathing him in as promised with her kiss. His name might have been Sin.. but she was the sinful one. He responded unbidden to her touch and kiss and then she spoke. His only reply was through half clenched teeth.. "cold shower"

[Guinevere Scotts]

"Good," she said, pushing away from him. He deserved as much, trying to outdo her. She wondered how many times he'd been reduced to a cold shower in his life... probably less than he could count on one hand.

She picked her punch back up, taking sip.

"Enjoy it for me, would you?" She asked.

[Sin Savira]

Sin groaned now as she left him. Women were dangerous, especially ones who knew it. And Gwen Scotts definitely knew the power a woman could wield over a man. It was not fair that a woman could just walk away from a man not have to suffer in the same way. He would definitely be taking a cold shower tonight and it was all Gwen's fault. The injustice of it burned him, somehow she had pushed him over that edge and now he had to climb back up alone.