From: cantspell	Date: December 27th, 2010 11:53 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

"It's hard to top being a serial killer," He shrugged. "What's breaking a kid's nose in class compared to chopping up people from my school?"

Ciaran finished his cigarette and stubbed it out, throwing the butt of it over the railing. Criminally insane? He smirked. "Yeah, but that could change. They say it's always the quiet ones...maybe I just have a long fuse."

	From: babalon	Date: December 28th, 2010 12:39 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

"Oh, I know." She tilted her head, still smirking and finding it hard to stop. Possibly from the alcohol, but more likely the company. Or was it the other way around?

"I could think of a couple of ways you could change things," she laughed knowingly, intending to pluck at the fabric of his shirt but tugging at it in actuality. "You're in luck, my friend. I just so happen to be the biggest trouble-maker in school."

She sing-songed that last sentence, if only slightly.

It was definitely the alcohol.

	From: cantspell	Date: December 28th, 2010 12:56 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

He picked up his drink and down the rest of it, leaving the glass beside Emilie's on the railing.

"Oh? Are you going to share that, or..." Ciaran looked down at the handful of shirt she was holding. He was rather fond of this t-shirt...but then he was rather fond the view he had now that she was tugging on his clothes.

"You don't seem like trouble to me. Are you gonna prove it?"

	From: babalon	Date: December 28th, 2010 01:19 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

"Is that a challenge?" Emilie's face lit up like a child's at Christmas. Leaning in closer to him, against him, really; she hushed her voice.

"Well, Fuck. There's so many options. Vandalism, violence, sex, drugs, pure fucking mindless chaos." The sides of her face hurt a little from smiling so much, or they would, were she not drowning in vodka.

"What's your pleasure, Ponyboy?"

	From: cantspell	Date: December 28th, 2010 03:00 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

"It is, if you think you're up to it." Ciaran brushed his hand against her hip and pressed her back against the wall. "And you shouldn't have a problem with any of those...if you're really that much trouble."

His free hand crept down to her thigh, resting just about where the skirt of her ended. "I think sex would be a good place to start. After that..." Ciaran shrugged his shoulders. "...just see where it goes."

	From: babalon	Date: December 28th, 2010 02:28 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

As Emilie's back made contact with the wall, she made a small, pleased, noise, almost too delicate, too feminine. She hummed a little as if she were contemplating it-- despite the fact that the moment she'd first laid eyes on Ciaran, she had decided she was going to sleep with him.

She tilted her head closer to his, just barely brushing her lips against his as she spoke. "If you think you're up to it," she echoed.

	From: cantspell	Date: December 28th, 2010 03:28 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

Emilie tasted like gloss and steel, which was rather fitting if Ciaran had thought about it. Not that he was thinking about much at the moment though.

Pressing up against her, he snaked his hand around Emilie's thigh, pulling it up to his hip. He slid his fingers beneath the skirt of her dress, pawing the girl's flesh eagerly as his hand climbed higher.

Ciaran slid the edge of his tongue into Emilie's mouth, the metal bar brushing her bottom lip.

And to think those idiots inside were waiting until midnight...