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Who: Emmeline Vance, Caradoc Dearborn, and a short appearance by Anneliese Rosenberg.
What: They both receive some interesting news
When: Today, around lunch
Where: Herrrr new flat




"I know! Yes, I---no, aha, I really didn't think---okay! I'll see you next week, then! Congratulations!"

The fire finally went down in the fireplace, and Emmeline sat back on top of one of the many cardboard boxes lying around the house. In the midst of moving into her new flat, she'd received a letter from St. Mungo's informing her that she'd been accepted to the healer program. Which, really, was more than a shock, but Emmeline hadn't actually told anyone that she took it outside of the students in the classroom, but she simply couldn't help herself in flooing everyone she knew to tell them the news. Because, rarely did she get good news to share, so it was absolutely necessary.

But, now that all of that was done, Emmeline's shoulders sagged as she took a look around the messy flat. She should've just waited until the summer to get a flat, but the one Frank had found couldn't have lasted for that long, and she simply couldn't miss out on it. With everyone being wary about going out because of the illness going around, unpacking had been a dreadful experience---not that she was really in the mood to pack (especially now when she wanted to go celebrate, but it had been a weary mood before the letter arrived this morning), but she should have made more progress than just making her bed and taking out one set of utensils to eat on. Emmeline yawned greatly, and stretched out, ready to go flop into bed for a nap because there was nothing to do until the Order caught some wind of how to help fight the virus, when a really loud, rude, furious knock erupted on her door.

"Hold on!" she shouted at the door, shaking her head in disbelief. Emmeline pushed up on her tiptoes, and pulled back quickly at the sight. Well--why was he banging so hard? She opened the door a crack and stared curiously at Caradoc Dearborn. "What's wrong?"

Because there was always something wrong.

"Are you----"

Caradoc stood at her doorstep, trying to not look like he had just sprinted down a flight of stairs, raced out of Mungo's front door, apparated in the middle of the street to Bristol, and jumped up three steps in front of Emmeline's flat all to bang furiously on her door. Because he had, and right then, he didn't exactly want her to think that he had been, and still was, worried about--- her. Because he wasn't. But now that he saw her, standing with both her hands on her hips, it was obvious she wasn't sick with any illness.

But--- wait. This wasn't right. Caradoc simply stared at her for a few moments, trying to let his brain put all the floating information together. Gibbon had told him in the hospital that Emmeline was already sick-- well, he hadn't actually told him specifically, Caradoc had overheard Tobias talking about it to another Healer that she had definitely 'got it'. And every time he had tried to get a hold of her from the hospital (damn stupid people), Emmeline's fireplace had been busy, which only fueled everything that going through his head because who's fireplace wasn't busy unless something bad was happening these days? It had forced him to actully believe Gibbon, and the rest was history.

His eyes trailed away from her face for a few moments, and he felt his stomach give another jerk. Alright. Leave. Leave leave leave. But Caradoc couldn't, and he didn't want to. What he really wanted to do, and he really shouldn't, it wasn't--- she probably would stop him anway, but--- "Oh, fuck it," Caradoc promptly stated, then didn't wait another second to move his both hands to roughly clutch both sides of her face and push his lips forcefully on her's. Minor details later, much later.

This man was absolutely fucking insane.

That was the last and only thought running through Emmeline's head before he kissed her---holy shit, Caradoc Dearborn was---kissing her, grabbing her, snogging her and her hands clutched to the front of his shirt because there was nothing else she could, nothing else she wanted to do. Ohh, she had been so bloody mad at him only a few days prior but the anger she'd felt had upset her like no other; it wasn't right to get so---well, crazy over a single comment, but. He--her hands gripped at his shoulders then pressed against his neck before going to the back of his head and pulling him closer because---just---she needed to touch him.

Thud. Okay, her flat was rather small, and it took maybe three seconds before she was pushed against a wall and---why was she letting Caradoc Dearborn snog her? She should really be thinking of this, really, it would make the most sense to stop him and put her hands up and say 'What?' but all Emmeline could manage was to wrap her arms around his neck to pull him closer and tighter and this was bad. His sister was in the hospital! Why was he not there--but he had been, and--they'd both just gotten out of---why, just---oh, this made absolutely no bloody sense but she was loving every rapidly passing second of it.

He crouched into her, almost straddling her between his legs as he obliged every tug and pull closer to her. Oh--- this felt too good. And there was no stopping now, no no, that was out of the question at this point. Emmeline was kissing him back, (rather hard, he might add) and holding onto the back of his neck in that way that made his body jump alive. Caradoc's hands moved from along her face, down to her neck and down her body to rest around her waist.

"Thought---" Caradoc gasped in between pushing himself harder and harder onto her. This was in no way to actually fully explain what he was thinking, or what they were doing because there wasn't much sense to it, but he could pretend to try. "You--- sick." There really wasn't any reason to keep on talking; it wasn't as if she had asked him why he had come. So no talking, there was no need to continue, all he wanted to focus on were Emmeline, and her body and her face.

But he couldn't get her any closer to him than she already was, and it infuriated him beyond belief. It was so---- his fingers itched to touch her skin, and Caradoc let his hands wander. No thinking, just no thinking; that would ruin what he was enjoying too much.

He thought---what? She was---she was what? She was...sick? Oh, for fuck's sake how were they still standing? Merlin, and she'd just been ready to take a nap, how was this happening, she didn't know how he'd gotten the idea, but--he---Caradoc cared, and it wasn't just--her---thoughts were so terribly jumbled that she felt dizzy, but that could be because they were knocking over boxes and all of a sudden he was against the wall and she was the one with the exploring hands and Caradoc cared, he cared and she couldn't be more thrilled to have such an understanding even if it was the most unexpected thing she'd ever experienced in her life.

For a second, but only a second because Emmeline was sure she would die if they stopped for too long, she pulled her face away from his just to get a good look at him and see---it didn't last long, it was less than a second because in all of her years of knowing Caradoc Dearborn she'd never seen that look in his eyes and that look sent a chill through every bone, vein, artery, nerve in her body and she was gripping onto him, and she unconsciously pulled him toward the bedroom---for reasons, and in a moment of craziness Emmeline knew that they couldn't snog on the couch because it was covered with books and the bedroom was literally the only spot they could, besides the wall. Or a table. A table---

"Oh---"

He was unable think, unable to breathe, and Caradoc scarcely noticed the falling boxes and potential breaking possessions around them. It didn't matter, he would buy her new possessions for fucking sake. This was more--- he felt his back hit the wall, and Emmeline's hands felt almost too hot on his skin to handle. But just bearable, more then bearable because it felt good, so good, and he certainly didn't want it to stop.

As if it was second nature, Caradoc followed hungrily, straddling her as they danced across the room. He couldn't let go of her; just the thought of doing that in the moment was simply impossible. It didn't matter, and he couldn't think about what all this meant, or how he--- because that wasn't for now, not now. And now, he wanted to keep on hanging onto her.

"I---" He wasn't even making words; he had no clue what she was trying to say to him, and he honestly didn't care. Every fiber from the tips of his fingers to the bottoms of his heels were tingling, jumping, longing, and she was there, creating every single jump to course through him.

She wasn't--- were they--- Caradoc didn't know where they were going, but she was making him ache. It was agonizing to the point of---- oh thank fucking--- a bed. He felt his shoulders scrunch up tight as he stood a bit taller for her and he crouched just that much deeper over her. Some husky, inaudible words spilled out of his mouth again, but even Caradoc didn't understand what he was saying as he pushed her down onto the bed.

It did not occur to Emmeline that at the rate they were going they would be shagging after---oh, about five, six words? It did not occur to her that it was barely a month since both of them had gotten out of two rather serious relationships, and it really didn't occur to her that they'd left the front door open and anyone could simply waltz in and steal all of her possessions with a flick of their wrist. But they could take whatever they wanted as long as they didn't interrupt the ongoings of her bedroom. The ongoings of her bedroom, that was a lovely way to christen the flat, hm, Vance? Yes, an insanely hot shag with a bloke you haven't spoken to in days, one you supposedly can't stand to be around, good show.

Emmeline tried to think, she was honestly trying to get her mind (and heart, she swore there was a heart attack approaching) to slow down and figure out exactly what was going on, but all she could focus on was how bloody wonderful the weight of Caradoc's body felt upon her, the two of them completely compacted against each other and the mattress. She let out a groan, though unsure if it was actually her or Caradoc---or maybe it was both of them, she didn't care, and---damn him, damn him, he had more layers on then her, and even after their rampage down the short corridor she flushed deeply as her shirt was ungracefully torn off (no, literally, she heard something rip and a button snap---).

"Hmm---" she let out, sounding a bit nervous, but it didn't stop their quick motions or threaten stall the inevitable. Fuck, fuck---

He choose to not listen to what she was trying to say, because it probably wouldn’t make any sense anyway. Caradoc was too focused on the side of Emmeline's neck and how soft and good her skin felt against his lips. Why--- had they not done this sooner? That thought alone seemed to baffle him. Her body felt so good under his, he didn't even care that this was-- oh, that thought was beyond gone. It was no longer being processed, even.

Hahaaa. He would have never guessed that coming here would have led to this (but the thought had perhaps ran through his mind once or twice coming over). Actually, Caradoc had been assuming he wouldn’t even get beyond kissing her, because this was so spur of the moment, so unprecedented to even begin to understand that she would have stopped almost at once, yelling and screaming and smacking; the whole bit. But no, not the case at all--- he was definitely not complaining as his hands jerkily reached for the last bits of clothing on her chest.

"Emmeline?"

Anneliese gingerly stepped through the open door, sticking her neck out curiously as she walked into the flat. Usually, Anneliese would never think of showing up at any person's house unannounced, but, it was celebration time! Her friend deserved to be surprised with a good day out of doing whatever she wanted to do, because getting into the Healer program was no easy task! So. Here she was. It was slightly strange that the front door had been wide open, but, Emmeline was just moving in. Anneliese's eyes wandered across the floor, and she eventually came to a stop to stand in the middle of the flat, waiting for a response. She'd better be home.

"EMMEEELLINNNEE!"

At the sound of another person's voice, Caradoc’s hands stopped and his body froze. That was--- oh, fuck. His head jolted up toward the noise, and for a few seconds, it was completely silent except for their harsh breaths. Then, he felt Emmeline begin to squirm underneath him.

Nooo.

"Tell me you're here, because I have the best rest of the day planned out for us, all funded by lots of stolen money from Will."

"Holy fuck," Emmeline hissed, freezing in place at the sound of Anneliese. Oh fucking hell---how could this have been interrupted? How could this have been stopped? Five seconds ago it felt like it would never end and now she had to get out from underneath Caradoc and send off Anneliese and---then probably come back to earth. Which was not where she wanted to be, at the moment. No, she was perfectly content with this little escape to the nonsensical, and before she completely pulled away from him Emmeline took a hold of the back of his head once more, kissing him hard to silently let him know that this wasn't over.

She rolled off the bed, knocking over a pile of books that were still unorganized, and she picked up an old shirt that wasn't ripped, throwing it on and quickly dodging around the boxes to the hallway where she found Anneliese. Emmeline faked that she was tying up her hair to explain the muss, except she didn't have a hair tie, so she let it drop and tried to smooth it down and---her shirt was on backwards. She stared down at the 'Flint' written across her chest because of the jersey, and then looked up at Anneliese. Merlin, with the way her face was flushed and how completely frazzled she looked, it would be hard to convince her friend that she wasn't suffering from the illness.

"Hey---oh, yeah? Er---I mean, that's, you stole Will's...haha, oh, good...on you," she said, shrugging and running a nervous hand through her hair, praying that Caradoc didn't stroll out and make a scene.

Downstairs, Anneliese stood wordlessly as she heard fumbling noises come from within the flat, and instantly relaxed. For a few moments, she had begun to worry that she would have had to go back home, put back the stolen money and then not do any celebratory shopping at all, and ultimately spend the rest of the day by herself in the house, waiting with the zoo for Will to get home. So, Anneliese continued to talk out loud, moving from the middle of the room toward a huge pile of boxes. Hm. She really should help with this.

"So here's our schedule," Anneliese started, picking up a box flap to look inside at its contents. She heard Emmeline come into the room, but didn't look up immediately. "We're going out to lunch first at Sole Mio, and then spending the rest of---- oh." Oh. Emmeline's--- shirt was on backwards. And her face was flushed. In that thrown off, you know sort of way. Anneliese looked at her friend what seemed like longer than it was, barely acknowledging that they had begun to speak to each other, and she wasn't just talking to herself anymore. But, wait, why was she---

"Oh---my---" Anneliese hissed, dropping the box and jolted to an up-straight stance. Emmeline had been--- "Okay, you're obviously busy, and not---- can't do anything right now! So I'll just---leave. Now. Sorry for--- anything. Maybe another time? Sounds great! I think I'm busy anyway." Her words came out so fast, Anneliese barely recognized what had been said. And she tried to hide it, but she couldn't; a huge smile was plastered across Anneliese's face as she fumbled with her purse while walking to the door.

Why did Anneliese even try to fake as if---Emmeline knew her friend had figured it out, that silly grin on her face and ergh. She was blushing so badly that she might as well have caught the fever, but Emmeline kept her mouth shut tightly, knowing that she would have to spill details to Anneliese later, though she was unsure of what details she should include. The fact that Caradoc nearly tackled her after fearing for her life (which to her seemed to be the most surprising thing of the past---ten minutes? What?) or the fact that she had completely allowed it and had been just about ready to--

--haaa, Merlin. Maybe it was a good thing her friend had interrupted. Well, ungh that feeling wasn't going away, so, her body was telling her that no, no Anneliese should be put on probation for this, but a little voice inside her head was thanking her. A very little voice. A voice that was cowering in fear at the shouting going on all throughout Emmeline's head. Really, she should be examined.

"Yes, and---we will...we will do stuff," Emmeline said quickly as she walked Anneliese to the door, ready to shut it the second she could, "Fun stuff."

Anneliese didn't need to be shooed out any faster, and she nodded feverishly as a response while sprint-walking to the door as normally as possible without looking too strange or fall over her own two feet. "I--- sounds great!" she responded, turning only a second to get one last good look at Emmeline before jumping out the door.

A few seconds after the door slammed, Anneliese skidded to a halt to look back at it. Oh, Merlin--- it was Remus in there, wasn't it? Anneliese stifled any noise ready to spring from her throat, and hurried down the last steps. Oh, Emmeline better come get her the second he leaves.

Which was going to be very soon, since Caradoc had already finished putting his clothes back on to look able to fit into the real world again. The taste of their last kiss was still lingering on his lips, and he knew what she had full intentions of returning, but. He had to leave. Well, no, he didn't have to leave, because there wasn't any reason to, but---- he should leave. Had to leave. Must leave. His left hand ran through his hair, and stopped to sit on top of his head for a few moments as he caught his breath.

Shit.

He stood still for a moment, and only began to turn in his spot once he heard the front door slam close. Shit--- shit--- Caradoc's hand fell from the top of his head to cover his face as his body gave a quick shake. Leaving, leaving, he had to leave. He didn't want to think about why--- and he knew why, of course he knew why, but he would rather not deal with telling her now. To come back, and see her face, again would be--- Emmeline would want to talk, and that was the last thing he wanted to do, because there was more than enough he didn't want to be said yet.

Without any other option, he left, knowing fully well he was dead the next time he saw her.

Emmeline wasn't expecting to pick up where they left off, hell, she already had a joke in mind to break the tension that she knew would be there. She didn't really want to talk, because his short mentioning of the newspaper answered so many questions without Caradoc having to say anything else. He thought she was sick, he'd run over to check on her, and the overwhelming relief he'd felt caused him to kiss her and snog her and well. It sounded far too simple for something to have come out of Caradoc's mind, but it wasn't hard to put together, which made it that much easier to go along with.

She snatched up a hair tie from the counter and was in the middle of tying her hair up when she walked into the bedroom and saw it deserted. Emmeline froze, hands and hair held up mid twist, eyes scanning the room quickly to make sure that she just hadn't missed him. She took a few steps toward the bathroom, but---no, he was gone. He was gone. Had he actually been there, at all? No, her bra clasps were undone, Caradoc had definitely--

"Motherfucker," she shouted, kicking at one of the boxes, only to let out a howl of pain as she remembered it was packed with books. Why did she have so many goddamn books?!