To the kitchens! (Emilie, Open)

[Chris Jones]

The kiss was pure ephemeral bliss. The moment when you steal that first cookie from the cookie jar without getting caught, the chocolate chips melting in your mouth as you hide from your mother. Chris’s eyes didn’t open for a moment after Emilie pulled away, savoring the moment. Trying to memorize the feeling he had just experienced before it floated away, just another lost moment in time.

Fleeting moments, god he hated how fleeting life could be. Then his eyes opened, and he got lost in the Emilie’s gaze. The mere inches they were from each other seemed to heighten the effect. Chris thought he was actually looking into her mind. As she bent up to kiss his chin he darted a kiss of his own on the tip of her nose, his hands slid up her sides to touch her cheeks. So soft he thought.

Again he was kissing her, the movement unnoticeable, his eyes shut once more. He had to moisten his lips somehow, and her mouth just seemed to be the most ample spot. The food flew from his mind, all he wanted was to feel that bliss once more. Chris wanted to feel it every moment until he died.

[Emilie Goguen]

Emilie had to almost stand on her tip toes to reach him. She wished she was a bit taller like the other fourth years. She was the probably one of the shortest in the year. Her father was tall and from photographs her mother seemed to be tall also. Maybe her growth spurt would happen soon and kissing Chris would be much easier.

She giggled lightly when he kissed her nose as she had kissed his chin. Emilie liked receiving the small kisses he had given. It was like a treat for doing something good, she liked it. Her left hand had made its way to his back. Circular motions had been what her hand seemed to want to do. A chill crept up her spine when she felt Chris’ hands slide up from her sides to her cheeks.

A soft noise had escaped her lips when she felt him kiss her again. Emilie didn’t know where it came from, it just...happened. She brought her left hand up from his back to his head and laced her fingers with both of her hands behind Chris’ head. It had brought his head lower and more pressure on his lips.

[Chris Jones]

The pressure on his lips was like a foreman pressing a button to release the valves. The position was slightly awkward and the need to fix it arose in his addled brain. Chris’s hands slipped from her face, tracing a path down her sides and back, stopping for a moment at her buttocks to give a cheerful squeeze and ended at her thighs. With one tug he pulled her up to his height, his body pinning her to the wall so she wouldn’t fall, and pulled her legs up around his sides.

He smiled, as their kiss finished, and quickly darting in for a quick peck. The boy’s hair was quickly becoming unkempt and wild, flying in different directions, but Chris didn’t care. His nerves tingled in the back of his neck, the sensation only pushing the boy further as he pressed his lips against the girl’s own luscious lips that he held in his arms. A need was present. A desire pushed him on, as his tongue snuck out like a hidden ninja. His tongue darted into her mouth with ease, even if her mouth was closed, and sparred with the girl’s tongue.

The boy’s eyes were fast shut, against his will. He wanted to stare into the girl’s own pearly gaze, he wanted to see her reaction, but he couldn’t. If she returned his kiss it would be enough for him, at least for the moment.

[Emilie Goguen]

She had let out a little squeak when she felt Chris squeezed her bottom. Her mind hadn’t registered that his hands had moved, let alone traveled that far down. His hands seemed hot and the heat from the touch was enticing. When he pulled her off the floor and up to his height she automatically opened her eyes.

Emilie’s eyes had grown wide at his actions of pulling her up off the ground. A deep red color graced her cheeks as she stared at the boy. Slowly her eyelids closed again after the shock effect of the new position. The fear of someone seeing she in such a position had still swam around her mind like a fish swimming up river. Emilie tried to not let it show in her actions.

Her mouth had opened a little more when she felt his tongue against her own again. Emilie moved her tongue against his at first timidly, but became more confident as she continued. Her hands unlaced from behind Chris’ head. One hand stayed behind, while the other had traveled down to his arm. She lightly squeezed his arm feeling the muscle.

The hand that was behind his head had went to his cheek as stopped kissing him. Eyes still closed, Emilie had rested her forehead against his. She had begun to breathe a bit heavily. Color still present on her cheeks, Emilie smiled. She gave him another peck before gazing at the boy who held her.

[Chris Jones]

Chris’s grip slackened, enough to allow Emilie to slide down back to her feet. That last kiss was what he needed. It sated his hunger for the moment. His eyes still shut, he savored the moment. He sucked in her scent through his nose and held it there. He hoped it would tickle through his sinuses into his brain and leave an imprint. He doubted he would forget, but still he would do anything he could to hold onto the feeling.

The problem with fleeting moments is that you have to let them pass fully aware that you may never feel them again. It is part of being human. Life sucks, might as well find something to smile about. These moments brought out his biggest grin, though he held it in, only letting a trickle of it to pull his lips apart in a smile.

He had to stop dwelling on it though, allowing his inner glow keep him warm. Chris began to think about the pies and pastries the house elves always had prepared for him when he ventured out for a midnight snack. His eyes still shut he wound an arm around her waist and began to walk, slowly, to the kitchen entrance, moving purely on memory.

The blind can see into their mind, Chris wanted to experience the tip of that sensation.

[Emilie Goguen]

When she felt his grip loosen, Emilie prepared herself to stand again. Well tried to prepare herself, she still felt a bit light headed. Her breathing became normal again as her toes touched the flooring. Emilie had looked to the ground as her feet were firmly planted on the ground. Her gaze turned to Chris and saw that he still kept his eyes shut.

They started to move and Emilie felt content to be led to their location. Lacing her hands together, she kept her eyes on Chris but sometimes looked forwards. She gently laid her head against his chest as they kept walking. Emilie smiled and closed her eyes.

“So is it the blind leading the blind?” She giggled quietly, knowing that he might not get what she meant. Well because he couldn’t see that she had her eyes shut as well.

The smell of food filled her nose and her smile grew a little more. She couldn’t wait to see or eat something that the house elves made. Anything they made was delicious. Turning her head upwards, eyes still closed, she said “So is there anything special you’re looking forward to eating?” The only thing at the moment Emilie had on her mind was food. She felt silly, after what just happened in the hallway and that was all she thought of at the moment.

[Chris Jones]

“I think I want some potatoes,” a mischievous grin flashed as his eyes fluttered open. With one quick lunge he began to nibble at Emilie’s open neck, softly, and made loud knowing noises to accompany the action. His teeth were like little unmoving fingers, Chris was a licensed practitioner of tickling, he could use any part of his body to achieve a humorous result.

Impulses fired off, many he had to suppress to maintain his own sanity, and he felt deep down that his action was silly. Chris banished this thought, how dare a reasonable idea pop into his mind! His fingers began to wiggle into her sides again, to tickle, but also just to touch her. Laughter was his greatest tool after all.

“Yummy,” he whispered into her ear. With a strong arm he slung one behind her knees and with one flash of his trademark Cheshire grin he pulled up and cradled the much lighter girl in his arms. Whistling innocently he began to stalk towards the kitchen in a steady pace.

[Emilie Goguen]

Furrowing her eyebrows, Emilie slightly opened her eyes. ‘potatoes?’ It was when he had started his musing on her neck when she understood. Emilie had started to laugh and squirm a little in his hold. “Only you would say that.” She said between laughs. Her neck had leaned a little bit more, it was just an impulse she felt doing. Another little noise had joined in with the laughter that spilt from her lips.

Her eyes fully opened when she heard what he whispered in her ear. She smiled and slightly blushed. The need to respond was put on hold when she felt Chris picking her up again. Emilie’s arms automatically wrapped themselves around his neck. Now this had felt more romantic then the first time he carried her. Though the first way felt more like a Chris thing to do.

Her face had nuzzled into his neck and planted a few kisses. Emilie giggled lightly between her kisses. “Your whistling sounds innocent...not very ‘Chris’ like.” She said into his neck. ‘What are you up to?’ Emilie thought to herself. Feeling very content in his hold, she kissed his neck a few more times; nibbling a bit on the last one. Resting her head on his shoulder, she began to hum quietly.

[Emilie Goguen]

Emilie enjoyed the chocolaty kiss. It had enticed her senses, especially her sense of taste. She felt more confident with her kissing, letting out a familiar little sound of approval.

She couldn’t help blushing and quietly laugh at what he said. Emilie had assumed he meant the chocolate mess he left on her stomach, the memory crossed her mind. “Yeah, I suppose. At least you didn’t leave a chocolaty mess on my stomach again. Though my shirt seemed to pay the price this time.” She playfully pushed his shoulder.

When she turned around thanks to Chris and was met with the sight of food. Her stomach had started to turn but she made sure it didn’t make a loud sound. Emilie had been happy that she could settle her stomach. Timidly she grabbed a slice of the turkey sandwich and took a bite. “Mmm” The satisfied sound came from the girl. The sandwich had tasted really good; anything the elves made was delicious.

Emilie watched as he started to sort of juggle the pastry between his hands. It must have been really hot, out of the oven maybe. “You should have eaten the sandwich before the tart, let it cool down first. Didn’t your parents tell you to eat your meal before the desert?” She giggled taking another bite of her sandwich.

Once she finished her sandwich, Emilie had taken a pastry. Taking a bite of the desert she enjoyed the sugary taste. Who could deny the divine taste? It hadn’t been as hot as it looked when Chris picked up his first one. “Wow, they really out do themselves.” Looking towards the elves she smiled sweetly and said “Thank you, the food is delicious as always!”