"I suppose that's a better way of putting it," Emmeline mused at all as she babied the last bit of her wine. She watched silently as he picked up the plates and saw to them in the sink. She'd planned on doing it later but she knew better by then not to argue with him on it.

Simply shrugging in response to his comment on cooking, she chose to focus on finishing the remainder of her wine. She just didn't have a lot of practice in regards to cooking. She'd never really needed to. Clearly that was something that would need to be changed.

She smiled at him as he sat back down and took her hand. She reveled in the warmth of it, enjoying the peaceful calm between them. She had just set the empty glass back to the table upon hearing his words. Which, obviously, resulted in a blush on her cheeks. "I'm starting to think you say that simply to make me blush," she said, attempting a pout but a smile quickly took the pout's place.

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Shrugging a little at her remark, Charles smirked. Was that not obvious? He'd rather thought himself quite open about the fact. He enjoyed making her blush. She was, as he oft liked to comment on, quite cute when she was blushing. 

"Have I ever inferred otherwise, Ems?" He teased before leaning toward her, "Besides, I've told you before. You are cute when you blush."

Charles then planted a soft kiss on her lips before pulling back and finishing his own drink.

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Emmeline wondered if she'd ever truly get comfortable enough not to blush. That wasn't probably the proper way of putting it either though. She was actually quite comfortable with him. But the compliments were still something she wasn't entirely sure of. She was sure he was sincere in them. It wasn't just because he got her to blush when he said it. But as she was pondering such things, she didn't even get a chance to respond before he pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

She smiled sweetly after he'd pulled away, a soft hum leaving her after. "If being cute and blushing gets me more of those," she started with a slight smirk taking over her smile, "Then I'll have to make sure I remain in such a way."

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"You say that as if you could ever be any other way," Charles joked and placed the empty glass on the table. He sincerely believed in that moment that it was impossible for Emmeline not to smile, blush, and be absolutely and undeniably phenomenal in every way imaginable. And that... that was okay.

"Though you don't need to blush to get a kiss from me, Ems," Charles said with a flirtatious twang, leaning in once again and planting another more forceful kiss on her features; a breath leaving his lips as they touched Emmeline's.

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Emmeline continued to blush, probably even more vividly than before as he answered her. It didn't even have to be all that flirtatious of a thing to say and he had her blushing. Perhaps it was simply him. His presence as a whole. She'd long ago realized he made her feel things she'd hadn't known existed. And for that, she was grateful. It was exciting and exhilarating.

But no matter how often they did kiss, each time was different. And every time was like fireworks.

As he leaned in for a more forceful kiss, it was no different. She met him this time though, pressing her own lips firmly against his own as her hand came up to hold against his neck. Slipping it to the back of his neck, she held him in place as she clearly wanted more than the soft and sweet kiss from before.

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The feel of her hand against the back of his neck sent a shot of adrenaline down his spine and throughout his entire body. It was as if a bolt of lightning filled with fantastical fervor had blasted through his chest and corrupted him wholly.

Perhaps he wasn't thinking with his next actions. Perhaps he was and he didn't mind. Whatever was happening, Charles found himself pushing up and from the table and bringing his hands to either side of her face.

Whatever was going on or was going to happen, it was... driven. It was driven by everything that had happened the past month. Everything that his heart wanted. His body, even. It was driven by the most carnal of emotions and the Hit Wizard didn't want to ease up. He wanted more.

He wanted just as much as her body pulsing toward him said she wanted.

He pressed further into Emmeline's kiss, an exasperated breath escaping his lungs; eyes closed as he felt his hands against the warmth of her cheek.

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The hand at the base of his neck seemed to be his undoing. Emmeline couldn't help the small squeak of surprise that left her as he was suddenly much closer to her. A sigh was quick to follow though as their kiss took on a deep fervor. There was so much put into that moment, so much from the previous month, that clearly needed to be released.

Her other hand, now freed as his hands came to rest on either side of her face, snaked up to wrap around his neck with the other one. Tightening her hold somewhat, she pulled herself closer toward his own body and eventually found the both of them on their feet and pressed bodily against one another. She had to step to her tiptoes some but she didn't mind in the slightest, not as the heated kiss continued and made every bit of her body ache for more.

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As she stood, Charles could feel their clothes meld together. He lowered his hands to come around her body and pulled her up to him, waiting for her to wrap herself around his waist before his hands crossed across the lower part of her back, supporting the position they were in.

Charles stumbled back against the table slightly, knocking one of the glasses over, and pressed deeper into the moment. It was clear that there was a lot to be said - or rather, done - as his feelings took over, his arms squeezing at her body.

This felt needed.
It felt wanted.
Whatever was happening, it felt like explosions pouring in from the sky; illuminating the stars with their bursts of power.

And as their kiss continued, all Charles could think about was the power behind the way she was kissing him, her willingness to push for more; the way her head tilted as they kissed, her hands exploring his jawline. All he could focus on was her body and the way her back arched against him, how he pressed against her.

It was foggy.
It was clear.
It was everything in between.

Most importantly, it felt right. There was no stopping him as his tongue brushed against her teeth, as his hands pulled her tighter against him. He was in a passionate haze and she was at the centre.

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Another soft whimper and moan escaped Emmeline's lips as he lifted her up. Her feet weren't on the ground any longer for a few brief moments until he'd stumbled against the table some. It allowed for a slight shift in their position, enough to where she was all but leaning up against him the way he did against the table.

Her hands seemed to take a mind of their own, one twisting her fingers into his hair as the other came to dance along his jaw and feel the faint stubble there.

There was no longer any thought. Acting on impulse was all she knew in that moment. Untried and a novice that she was, she didn't think it mattered. Not if passion was allowed to be the leader of their dance. It was all she could really do in that moment as she felt his tongue against her.

He tasted of the wine they'd shared, a faint bit of spice from the dinner. It all tasted better in that moment, senses heightened all she cared for was to feel more of him against her as the hand along his jaw trailed down his neck and to his chest. Her fingers danced along the buttons of his shirt, trying her best to feel whatever skin she could beneath the shirt but clearly struggling with actually getting the buttons to budge.

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With his inhibition and sensibility screaming for him to stop, Charles found his thoughts rushing in conflict when her hand trailed to his chest; her movements indicative of nothing short of desire. And he felt it to. He desired more than what they were doing in that moment. This - this - seemed to be the crux of everything they had done thus far though he found the responsible voice inside of him yelling at him, berating him, for him to stop.

But he didn't. He couldn't. The niggling voice at the back of his mind was quickly muted by the loud, ardent second voice telling him to continue. And as if magic had enveloped them, every slither of sensibility ceased to exist.

He pulled her against him before turning to move her onto the table in a fit of lust. Leaning over her, Charles looked deep into her eyes and bit his lip before trailing his right hand across her collar bone and down her chest, coming to halt just above her heart.

He exhaled then and felt the need to speak.

"I love you," He said before pushing back against her to kiss her once again, this time pushing his body hard against hers as much as their bodies and position would allow.

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Emmeline gasped at the sudden shift of positions. The break in the kiss allowed her to steady her breathing even if it was for but a moment.

Feeling his hand trail along her neck and collar bone, then even lower, sent a thrill though her body. The hairs on her arms stood on end but her eyes remained on him. She watched him, no amount of hesitation in her gaze. Her eyes were wide with desire, taking in all of his features as he stood above her. Her swollen lips pulled into a smile at his words.

"I love you, too," she managed to say just before he'd pushed into her for another heated kiss. She was ready for it, her lips parting as he met her lips. Hands remained on his chest, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt all over again but barely managed to get the top few undone before she was able to touch enough skin with her own fingertips. She shuddered under him, under his kiss, as her fingers danced along the bared skin of his chest. Her legs wrapped around his own as she tried to get him pulled even closer against her.

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Her hands finding their way to meet his skin was enough to tip him over the edge and into the realm he was trying to stay moderately away from. He supposed, for a moment, this was her next lesson.

Always give into your feelings.

He wished he'd understood that lesson more before now though he was glad he didn't. He was glad that she was the one who helped him with the lesson. Taught him.

Moving his hands from her Charles pulled from the kiss and unbuttoned his shirts. He shook them off of his body and allowed them to drop to the floor, biting his lower lip as he watched her wanting eyes intently. There was a fire in them he hadn't seen before. A fierce and almost animalistic fire that burned brighter than any sun. It was vicious, dangerous, and beyond inviting.

Charles then placed his hands over her own and guided them across his chest before bringing her left hand to his mouth, placing her index finger into his mouth for a moment before he leaned in to kiss her.

Instead of a kiss however, he found his lips meeting her neck and his teeth clamped on her skin gently. Tugging at her neck, Charles moved to lock eyes with hers once again. He wanted to devour her entirely.

Consume her completely.

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Emmeline could hardly comprehend what was happening as he broke away from their kiss again and unbuttoned his own shirts. And just like that, his chest was bared to her.

She gulped.

There was no hiding her eyes raking over his body, oblivious to him moving her hands with his own. She took note of the scars she saw. Battle wounds of what his job entailed. It startled her a bit. He hadn't been joking when he'd said his job was hard and rough. It was evident by what she saw on him.

Her eyes shot to his when she felt his lips around one of her fingers, her cheeks taking on a blush all over again as she watched him. But then he was dipping his head to the tender skin of her neck and the most audible of moans she'd had escaped her lips. Fingers dug slightly into his bared as she felt his teeth against her. "Charlie.." she murmured softly to him as he locked gazes with her once more. The look in his eyes froze her in that moment, feeling just how hungry he appeared.

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As the breathed moan of his name wisped across his ears, Charles smiled. He could see how desperate her eyes were getting. He could see everything she wanted and he was not going to disallow it. In that moment, he was not going to disallow anything. The Hit Wizard wanted her to be happy and if giving himself both emotionally and physically to her would do that, he would happily oblige.

He hadn't noticed her eyes fix on his scars though one could argue that was because his senses had narrowed on her hunger. Her moans. Her mannerisms. He was focused on their feelings and nothing else.

Trailing his hands down her thighs until they met with the hem of her skirt, Charlie waited for a moment until she indicated he could go farther. She parted her legs slightly and he stepped back with a smirk so that her legs were no longer around his body. He pulled her skirt up above her knees until the material had crumpled around her waist; a sensation stirring in his trousers with a pulsating need for more than he had right now.

His eyes drifted briefly to her legs and a deep, shaky inhale came to him before he exhaled abruptly and pulled her by her legs to allow their bodies to press together forcefully.

"You're still blushing," He said practically breathlessly before leaning in to kiss her again, tensing his body toward her as they became enveloped once again to one another's touch.

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Another gulp. Another shudder. Another whimper.

Emmeline watched in clear fascination as he slowly seemed to make work of her skirts. She watched his muscles tense and ripple as he moved. She was unaware of the tightness in his trousers, fully focused on his chest and arms, even his face.

She whimpered again slightly as he pulled her legs so they were pressed even closer to one another. She easily hooked them around his waist, feeling the skin on skin contact.

But then she laughed. A sweet song of a laugh at his words that was cut off by another kiss. She had just dug her fingers into his arms to pull him closer, tightening her legs around his waist when a clearing of a throat reached Emmeline's ears causing her to freeze in an instant.

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Her laugh. Her breaths. Everything about her had sent him into a frenzy and the feel of her nails digging into his arms sent an inkling of pain through his nerves. Just enough for him to reach down to his trousers to unbuckle his belt so that he could finally take her and enable her to finally and fully become his.

At least, that was how he envisioned it would go. In reality, there was the sound of someone by the doorway clearing their throat. Instinctively Charles jolted upward and almost pulled Emmeline from the table. He swallowed. Hard. And grabbed his shirts.

Fuck.

What could he say? How could he explain this?   Sorry Mr and Mrs Woodcroft, I was just about to fuck your daughter senseless on your ornate wooden table.

He was... speechless. And flustered. And embarrassed. His cheeks met the colour of her own as he clambered to hastily pull his shirt on.

"Mr.. er.. Mrs... erm, Woodcroft. Er," He stammered.

Usually he was quite suave and charming. Usually. Not right now.

Right now, he felt like he was back in Hogwarts being scolded by the headmaster.

Pulling his undershirt over his head, Charles chuckled awkwardly and ran his hand through his hair, "I... Enjoyed... Dinner?" He... asked? Said?

Nope.
This was it.
Charles was not going to die on the job.
He was going to die by the hands of Emmeline's parents.

Merlin he wished he was dead right now.

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