Emma was clearly blowing almost all her caution to the wind as this was happening. She no longer wanted to focus on work, or who’d walk in or anything. Her focus and attention was on him, and them. A part of her didn’t even care if they got caught anymore. Yah she’d probably lose her job, but she’d have to quit in a few months regardless once she graduated. This was honestly the most fun she’d had in a while. For the first time in over a year she felt like her owl rebellious self that used to do all sorts of things walking the thin line of being good and bad. she was successfully practically pinned to the shelf, and thank goodness the shelf was against a wall so they didn’t have to worry about it falling over. “Looks like I’m not the only thrill junkie here then.” She smirked and lightly tapped his nose. She loved his closeness though she wanted not a sliver of space between their bodies right now. She wanted to feel his warmth surround her completely. She let out a soft breath feeling his lips against her ear as she let one hand slowly slide up the back of his neck and tug a bit at his hair. ”Hmm alright. If you’re sure you’re ready?” she grinned. She tilted her head allowing him better access as he kissed down her neck. She playfully rolled her eyes at his reply ad pushed him so the tables where turned and he was against the wall. Which took a bit of effort since he’s quite the big man, ”Brilliant as it is love, I already have you.” she smirked whispering in his ears like the vixen she is. She let her hand trace patterns on his shirt as she also unbuttoned the top few as they kissed, ”Mmmm you sure about that?” She asked flashing him a wink before kissing down his neck to his collar bone. Her other hand now tracing patterns lightly on his thigh ever so slightly inching closer and closer to a it’s destination.
"Glad you like it." she chimed happily. It would probably seem odd to anyone ease dropping that their two conversation could even be held at the same time. But this was them, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. She smiled softly closing her eyes as well leaning into him, "Fair point." She smiled softly, "Then what would you suggest?" she asked. It was strange but comforting having this conversation with him. Up till now when they used to talk about kids it was his kids or her kids, but it wasn’t ever their kids. And the thought of them thinking of names for their kids was absolutely wonderful to her. She wanted a family, for the longest time she wanted a family of her own that she could love and be loved in. She always felt empty and unworthy around her own, and though she never voiced it before except once to him…she wanted that more then anything in the world. More then Quidditch, more then being head girl, more then keeping her status. She wished simply to love and be loved. It brought a smile to her face thinking about how differently all this would be going a year ago. It was amazing to look into his eyes now and see how much he’d changed. How much they’d changed together. They’d been through hell and back to get to where they are now, but she was thankful. She was thankful he was still here with her. "Of course with me. We already know we’d make the best." She giggled and played idly with a strand of his hair. "A family of our own sounds mighty nice doesn’t it?" She smiled warmly gazing up at his eyes just centimeters away, "You have me." She whispered softly pressing her lips against his once again. "You always have me." She whispered against his lips.
A chuckle escaped him at her comment of not being the only thrill junkie. He shot her a mischievous look as he said, "Darling, I invented the term," he boasted. Of course that wasn't true at all. If the talk was about thrill and dares, between the three of them, him and Regulus were tied for first place. Only, Rab got a thrill from breaking the rules and not being caught, but Reg took pleasure in actually being caught.
Rabastan couldn't help but revel in the situation. Regardless of what kind of situation it was, what he loved about this moment was how they were able to just enjoy themselves. It had been a long time since they'd been with each other, did things together without paying attention to the heaviness of their past. He relished in being able to just live in the now, to do whatever they wanted, to just be young and reckless like they all should be at this age. Certainly, the touches and the sounds Emma was making was helping the cause a lot. Every tug of her fingers on his hair made his breath hitch, causing a jolt of warmth to shoot through him, and in reaction, his inhales and exhales shook. He peppered her exposed skin with kisses, and he would have been contented doing that, but even before he could indulge once more, she pushed him. He let his back hit the wall behind him, but since his arms were still snaked around her waist, he pulled her with him. The impact of his back hitting the wall caused his hold to tighten around her, and in turn caused his arm to pull at her closer, harder than he'd intended. Their bodies clashed and he couldn't help the light groan that emanated from his throat.
"Good point," he responded to her comment of her already having him. "Name your prize, then," he continued, whispering the words against her lips as he kissed her back, his teeth lightly nibbling on her bottom lip. And then she was moving her lips away from his, trailing it down his neck, and every inch of his skin that her lips touched burned as though it was on fire.
She was clearly enjoying this, succeeding in driving him insane, and, as always, she was good at it. But no, he wouldn't be losing this early. That wasn't how it worked. "Oh, very sure," he said confidently, though, the way his voice dropped another octave as her hand danced over his thigh was telling an opposite story. "You know, we really shouldn't be talking about children and what we'd name them. Not in this situation at least," he breathed, very, very aware of where her hand was going, but completely unaware of where his was heading to. At this point, his hands that had previously been settled on her hips quite harmlessly had already made their own upward journey. They were already halfway under the hem of her blouse, his fingers grazing her skin. His thumb drew lazy circles on the patch of skin he had access to, just above the waist of her skirt. "Or else, care and caution will be completely thrown out the window," he finished his previous statement. And then, he kicked off the wall, using his upper body strength to roll them both deeper and deeper into the shadows of the back of the shop, way farther from anybody's vicinity. He ended up still the one against the wall, but he didn't mind at all. Especially since this position allowed one of his hands to move from her waist, to the small of her back, his palm gently pressing on the dip at the base of her spine. "You don't want that, do you?" he asked just as he ducked his head, once more pressing his lips against the skin on her shoulder. Only, this time, he caught the material of her blouse between his teeth and gently slid the fabric off her shoulder, deliberately letting his teeth graze gently over her skin.
