August 11th, 1978
Who: Caden Flint and Estella Derrick
What: Single's night fun ;]
Rating: Umm major snoggage if that helps



Amelia probably wasn't the only one who didn't understand why they were there. Caden Flint was asking himself the same exact question, as he straightened out his shirt with one hand, holding Marcus with the other. He was at Jolene's apartment, waiting for her to come back downstairs to take the one year old from him so he could go to the stupid event that she so desperately wanted him to go to. Normally he'd tell her to hurrt up, but the one time he wanted her to take her time she was done in 2 minutes. Handing him off to her, he began to walk towards the door. "Make sure he doesn't eat whatever you gave him last time, I think he's allergic or something..." Turning around, he saw that she had followed him over. Leaning down he gave her a kiss on the cheek, and rolled his eyes as she gave him a cheer Have fun! "Yeah..."

He arrived a few minutes after it started, and tried his best to stay to the back of the crowd...it didn't work so well. One of the reasons he didn't want to go, not including the fact that he didn't have any desire to meet anyone new, was because he knew what kind of girls would be interested in him. The blonde ditzy ones who kept standing uncomfortably close to him, telling him that they were his 'biggest fan'. Half of them just recognized his picture from the magazines...they didn't really know who the hell he was. Caden merely sipped at his scotch, and glanced over to the current bimbo who was telling him her life story. Like he cared. He sighed, and without letting her continue, he walked around her, hearing her scoff as he walked away from her.

He really needed to get back to the bar. He'd need to be drunk to be able to tolerate these people. And, that was what he intended to do.

Estella was not a good drunk. She wasn't and she believed everyone and their mother knew that she wasn't a good drunk. Because she wasn't. It was a fact. So when she was drunk, which she was, and not a very good one, she tended to laugh. Loudly. Really loudly. At everything and anything that could remotely seem funny and even things that didn't. Because she was a bad drunk, a really bad drunk.

But that had been earlier, and now she was just there, just there, at a table, wondering where the fuck her coworkers had gone. Those stupid bints, dragging her here and then managing to snag dates or something of the sort. How bloody good for them. She'd worn this pretty little number and had nothing to show for it but someone grabbing her ass and what was definitely going to be a headache in the morning.

It wasn't as if she was going to find anyone that was remotely interesting to her anyway, so she might as----

"---ooh, sorry, sorry, I'm just---Ha, Caden! Hiii, hi," Estella blushed deeply and pushed some hair out of her face. Oh, fucking Merlin's beard, he was going to think she was desperate and slutty and oh god who WENT to these things?

Oh. Well. He was here too.

Holy shit.

He really wasn't expecting her to be there.

Trying his best not to let his drink spill over as she bumped into him, he turned towards Estella, able to catch the fact that her cheeks were a bit flushed. It seemed that she had the same idea that he did. Get very very sloshed so people seemed more interesting. "Estella." He ackowledged her with a nod, and turned back to the tender to get his drink. Taking a large sip, he leaned his back against the counter, looking down at her as she continued to blush. When he realized he couldn't stop looking at her, he took another sip of his drink. "I can't even believe I'm here..." he said, as he looked down at his dark amber drink. He took a deep breath before he finished the rest of it....quickly. "I need to get away from these people..." Even though he said this to himself, he was also talking to Estella..not that he would admit to that. Pushing off the counter, he finished what little was left of his drink. It was a little scary how quickly he could down the alcohol, but...after Marcus was born, he had spent about a week drinking the stuff like water until Jolene dumped it all down the drain.

Fuck, she always tried to do what was best for him. Sometimes he hated how much she cared...

Placing his empty glass on the counter, he kept himself steady by holding onto a chair before he made his way to the staircase, only giving a glance behind him to see if Estella had actually decided to listen to his rambles.

Guh, she probably didn't care. Why should she? She was probably just as miserable in this situation as he was. Part of him thought they were the only two in the room who had any kids and had been married once before...but then again maybe he was just judging this off of the 20 year olds who had been flirting with him all night.

He climbed the stairs, careful not to slip and fall and break his neck..because that would just be the cherry on top of this fantastic night. Hah. Moving along the hallway, he jiggled the doorknobs of a few rooms before he found one that was unlocked. He shoved his shoulder into the door and walked into the empty office, looking around at the unfinished paintings on the wall. Oh, it was quiet in here. Thank Merlin. His hands rested on the desk, his shoulders hunched with his head tilted downwards with his back to the door. He closed his eyes, and he could have sworn he felt the room spin around him.

Estella had kept her feet planted when Caden muttered and mumbled as he walked away, and was immediately compelled to follow him. But why? He hadn't asked her, he hadn't gestured, he'd just left and it was just oddly confusing, and why was her hand wet? Oh. Drink. Spilled. Estella wobbled slightly on her heels and realized that this was probably the worst thing she could've done, at least, she should have thought about the dance recital tomorrow night. Oy, she was going to be so hung over and why were stairs so hard to get up? Honestly, why was she even going up stairs in the first place? That was rather odd, seeing as the party was on the first floor, and oh right.

Caden.

Caaaaaden. He was so handsome. And so miserable. Like her. Two miserable people. Two pretty, miserable people (because Estella could be depressed all she wanted, she still knew that she was pretty, at least, to her). What a silly combination, Estella thought as she leaned on the frame of the door of the office Caden had ducked into. How had she even kept up with him? It had felt like twenty minutes had gone by since he'd gone and left, she was really gone, wasn't she?

She had to stop and think before she went and did something stupid. She was having a miserable time because this was her first time trying to get a date after Jake's passing, so it made her think that Caden was going through the same steps. They were on about the same timeline with things, and Estella let out a light breath and crossed to stand beside him, looking down at the items on the desk. If he was feeling anything like she was right now, he'd need some help getting through it and Estella didn't hesitate on putting her hand on his, just to let Caden know that she felt the same, damn, fucking way.

When the door opened behind him, he didn't even turn around to see who it was. He already knew that the only person who would have followed him was Estella, and even if he wasn't expressing it, he was glad that she did. He kept his eyes closed as he heard the gentle clicks of her shoes get louder as she approached him. Once her small hand covered his, his lashes parted, to reveal those aquamarine orbs. He didn't look at her right away, but he did turn over his hand to give hers a gentle squeeze. It was amazing how much they could say without speaking at all.

He swallowed roughly, feeling his stomach drop at it had last time they had this much contact. He was apparating from her car, and he had been holding her hand and...

Eventually he turned his head to look at her, hearing the muffled noise of the party going on outside through the door. His eyes gazed into hers, and it was as though something inside of him clicked. Nothing was said, but he straightened up, still holding onto her hand, pulling her towards him as he noticed that she was looking at him the same way. His eyes glanced down from her her mouth before they refocused on her cocoa pools as he continued to pull her closer. There wasn't any resistance, so she had to have been moving towards him on her own, and before he knew it he was kissing her. Or, was she kissing him? It was hard to tell, and frankly, to him it didn't even matter. But...oh Merlin. He hadn't kissed anyone in so long. He was beginning to think that he had completely forgotten how. His eyes closed tight while his other hand snaked around her waist once the shock of what was happening had passed, pulling her to him so there wasn't much distance left between them.

They were on the desk, they were on the desk and she was on her back and there were things falling to the floor and how had this happened? She wasn't complaining, oh, Estella was far from complaining as ahhhh his jacket was off, and Caden was very much on top of her or as well as he could be on this desk and holy shit.

This was bad, wasn't it? It should be bad, they shouldn't have busted into someone's office and violate their personal belongings. That was bad. That was bad but as he kissed her neck Estella let out a soft, breathless laugh at the sheer insanity of it all. It was a senseless, drunken snog, but it was happening to her, and that was the craziest part. Well, no--the craziest part might be the fact that it was a famous quidditch player she'd had the amazing luck to bump into and who also happened to be insanely gorgeous and it was just---

---She should feel bad, but she didn't, and her back arched and Estella pressed closer to Caden because it felt so good, it felt so good to feel...to feel wanted and she was suddenly kissing him again, she couldn't get over how fucking fantastic he tasted.

He had picked her up and placed her on the desk she was currently sitting on, both of them frantically pushing things over so they had more room. He was standing inbetween her legs, so he was close enough. Then again, nothing seemed to be close enough right now. With the way things were going you'd think that they were a couple of hormonal teenagers in a broom closet, but honestly who could blame either of them? One of his hands travelled up her side after he removed his jacket ( it just seemed to be in the way), feeling her curves beneath the thin fabric of her dress ( another thing that just seemed to be in the way ), his other hand running through her hair, fingers idly playing with the silky brunette strands.

His lips parted with hers, using them to plant kisses down her jawline, down to her neck, his breathing heavier as the smell of her perfume got stronger, the lower he went. It was driving him insane. She was driving him insane. Just the look of her, the feel of her body beneath his palm, the taste of her lips and skin. Everything combined was just making him want more of her. It had been too long. Far too fucking long.

As she arched herself and got closer to him, the hand that was on her waist moved to the small of her back, kissing her throat before thier lips collided in another intense kiss. His heart was racing in his chest, which was rising and falling with each deep breath he took.

Estella had never snogged in a broom closet, and was starting to regret that fact. Her eyes were shut so tightly because it was--the most delectable thing she'd felt in---it was almost painful, how good this all felt, and without really thinking her hand traveled to the back of her neck and her fumbling fingers unclasped the straps of her halter. If she wasn't so smashed Estella would have gasped at her bold actions, but all she could think about was how good Caden was making her feel. Feeling good wasn't something Estella had been able to do in such a long time, so her body was simply bursting at the prospect of letting loose and taking in all the wonderful feelings.

Was it strange, though, that even if his lips touching her neck was quite possibly one of the sexiest things she'd ever experienced, that Estella wanted to kiss him more than she wanted him to ravage her neck? His lips, oh his lips were fucking brilliant and her own wanted them all to themselves, she didn't want to share---

Her shoe dropped to the ground and Estella would have laughed at the sight they must be making, but she was far too focused on unbuttoning the front of Caden's shirt, he was wearing far, far too many layers.

His body temperature was rising by the second, and he was sure that it wasn't just because of the alcohol. Hearing the quiet click that the clasp of her dress made as it came undone made his eyes shut tighter, almost as if he was trying to convince himself that this wasn't really happening, that this was all just a really, really good dream. Because, this couldn't really be happening. It was too good to be happening. His hand couldn't be helping the black silk slide down to reveal the lacey slip that she was wearing underneath. And, he couldn't be helping her unbutton his own shirt...

He was silently cursing himself for wearing another one beneath it.

He placed his hands on either side of her on the desk as her lips worked against his own, until she started to kiss at his jaw. He stared down at the desk, everything a little hazy as those large glossy teal eyes moved up as he saw something on the wall behind her. There was a large calender with x's through the days that had passed. He figured there had been a charm on them to cross out at midnight. Midnight...it had to be at least midnight, right? Huh...there wasn't one through-

No. Nononononono.

It couldn't be. It just, couldn't. His breathing became heavy again, but for a different reason. Was this a sign? Was it wrong for him to be doing this? To be kissing her, and touching her, and wanting her like he was? It was as though he forgot to breathe until he felt her glossed lips against his own again. He kissed her still, trying to get past the fact that a memory of his dead wife had just been thrown at him without warning, but...he couldn't. Pulling away with her with his head shaking, he stumbled backwards, catching himself on the cabinet that was nearby. "I have to-...I-..." he said trying to find words to say, that would explain why he just had to get out of that room. Away from her, away from that desk, away from the date that was burnt into his mind.

August 12th.

Turning around he exited the room, closing the door behind him. When he was out of the room, he leaned against it and rose a hand up to his forehead, everything spinning. Estella...Mackenzie...

Fuck.