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.
What he really wanted to do, and he really shouldn't, it wasn't--- she probably would stop him anyway, 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.
Thud.
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.
"Thought---You---sick."
No thinking, just no thinking; that would ruin what he was enjoying too much.
Oh, for fuck's sake how were they still standing?
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.
...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.
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.
Emmeline's hands felt almost too hot on his skin to handle. But just bearable, more then bearable because it felt good, so good.
He couldn't let go of her; just the thought of doing that in the moment was simply impossible.
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.
It was agonizing to the point of---- oh thank fucking--- a bed.
Hahaaa.
Nooo.
Without any other option, he left, knowing fully well he was dead the next time he saw her.
"Motherfucker!"
It was a good thing that his will was already written out, because Caradoc was fairly confident Emmeline was going to kill him for more reasons than one.
...she opened it [the door], glared at Caradoc with the meanest, sharpest glare she could muster, and then slammed it shut in his face.
"You're not allowed to sit on my couch,"
"Alright, look. The Dark Lord wants you dead, if we're going to honest."
"I'm the death eater." "Bullshit."
"And...so---so what? What are you going to do? With---me?"
"This is what Sunday was about?" "No."
"Why aren't you over here?"
"I'd rather have you distract me from all this trouble you've brought." "Mmmm. I think I can do that."
"What brings you out here? Reminiscing? Picking up Nibbles? I'm sure Juliet misses him so." "Why--- to see your shining face, of course."
"Oh, darling, I knew you cared!"
"Are you going to give me a kiss goodbye before you leave? I came all the way out here." "Carry my trunk and you've got a deal."
"You're going to miss me," And he knew she would, because he would miss her, which obviously meant that she would miss him to begin with. It was a complex system.
The last warning whistle blew, and he reluctantly pulled away from her. For the most part; he really just moved his face to the side of her head, getting a good whiff of her hair as he spoke through a light smile. "You don't really need to go."
Merlin, anyone could tell you that she'd fancied Caradoc for years (not that she'd ever admit that to him, never, ever--) so her subconscious had been waiting to do this, to hold him and kiss him and miss him when he was gone.
"You're taking me to Hogsmeade!"
He had much better things to focus on, like Emmeline's neck, and pushing her up against the wall to make sure anyone who saw them knew, and snogging her senseless, and---
"You did not just tie that thing onto me,"
Oh, honestly. Caradoc was quite lucky she was stuck between him and the wall.
"And you think you'll still be allowed to snog me now?"
Caradoc was nearly sure, at this point, that he could get away with almost anything. Well, maybe not everything.
"I'll only forget---- your first name. Promise."
How much more slack could she get from dating the Slytherin older brother of one of her best friends? Honestly? Oh---and one who just happened to be a death eater, a spy for the Order. There was nothing more that anyone could really say that hadn't already been said.
No, no, she was quite happy with this whole snogging-Caradoc Dearborn-freely thing.
Although he couldn't exactly be aggravated with her, because she--- ohhh, he hated her, he really did. He did not like what she was doing to him.
"Something more important come up?" "A bit, yes."
Emmeline wasted no time in turning to kiss him goodbye a bit harder than she should have; mostly because she was worried, but partly to distract him as she swiftly tied the string back around his wrist.
He liked where he was, here, even if it did include Emmeline still tying that random piece of yarn to him. It felt--- he didn't want to go into it, but it felt good.
"Look at you, you're already falling apart,"
...her confused expression turned into a strange mixture of shock and joy at the sight of Caradoc---how the hell had he---ohhhh, Alice was in trouble.
That smirk of his made her want to jump him quite badly.
While all she physically wanted to do was kiss him and pull him close, mentally Emmeline knew that Frank was a good five seconds away from coming out here and spotting them and probably blowing something (or someone) up.
If he was going to get Emmeline to do this, then he needed to dazzle her completely.
No, ah---she really couldn't do this here, it went against various rules of nature.
This was what he wanted, and she had been starving him for weeks---months. Months. Multiple months.
"I want to have sex, I want to have a lot of sex...and I know you want to have sex---do you see how I'm enunciating? It is very important that you understand how much I want this. Are we going to your flat, or not?"
If it had been within him, Caradoc would have pouted. Deeply.
Actually, he was finding it very hard to focus on what she was saying at all. He just couldn't. Wouldn't? Couldn't. Either way, she had lost him at the point of wanting all the sex. It didn't matter what Emmeline had said after that
Caradoc quickly found himself not caring so much about staying here than before. A lot of sex most definitely trumped some sex.
Emmeline was beyond amusing him, it was almost of a giddy feeling coursing through him because of her. A dangerous giddy feeling that he knew he shouldn't feel thrilled about, but--- that was for later.
"I get it. Yes."
It didn't bother him that she had demanded he come at such a late time, surprisingly. In fact he felt quite content about it.
"You are not allowed to seduce me right now."
"What the fuck are you saying!" "What the fuck are you saying?"
He suddenly felt very, very angry.
Why did she date, again?
How---had she managed to lose this? Juliet would be so disappointed in her, unbelieveable.
"Emmeline. Emmeline. Emmeline." "Oh, my, God!" He actually could get more annoying!
There was something terribly wrong with this man.
He had thought, once he finally did get the chance to poke around her inner thoughts, that he would be better able to understand Emmeline. But, no. That obviously would never happen.
...didn't she realize that no one was to going to be able to even touch her now with him here?
"Beautiful, Caradoc, really. Can you see what I'm thinking now?"
"Would you---would you leave, if you could? If--things got worse?" "Yes, but that would never be able happen"
"I'd want you to---if---it--if you could, I'd want you to go." "I'm not going anywhere, Emmeline." "Why not?"
"I trust you, you know." "Why! Why should you! You shouldn't!"
He really couldn't get over the fact that she had brought him a cake. What kind of cake was it?
See! He was growing, he was refraining from destroying the moment that they were in.
She had thought a lot about it, put a great deal of effort into obtaining it (these were not easy to come across, he would know), only showing that--- he suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.
Had she made him happy?
Why hadn't she listened to him when he had curtly stated all he wanted for his birthday was sex. And a cake.
He could accept Emmeline's deep affections for him. After all, that was what he had been trying to achieve so....Nope. The thought still made him want to go on one of his instinctive destructive paths.
Caradoc did not like this feeling in his stomach.
She just wouldn't only give him sex. She just had to be a normal girlfriend, and give him a a normal gift that showed she cared (which, by the by, meant he had to get her a fucking unicorn with wings next month)
"When are we having sex?"
"I'm surprised it took you this long to ask. Whenever you want, I suppose."
If Caradoc wasn't so shocked by Emmeline's very unpredictable display of her body, he might have been able to reply something sarcastic back. Or witty. Or form words for that matter.
"Now,"
Mmm, lavender.
She was always naked before he was, she really couldn't understand why or how, not that she was complaining. ¤
Just because mistletoe was stupid didn't mean you could go and not obey it.
This is what happened when you had a strong, enthusiastic liking for someone.
Caradoc did not waste time acting on Emmeline's seemingly crazed decision.
It had been set, he had made up his mind--- until she had turned over in her sheets, exposing her face directly to him. Yes, that had definitely been enough to stop him.
"You--happy new year,"
"I thought I could handle it--- take care of it,"
"Alert the prophet."
"I can't see you anymore. Ever." Caradoc looked in straight in the eyes, leaving no room for her to mistake what he was saying for anything but what it was. "I don't want to."
She wasn't useless, she'd been a part of the Order just as long as he had been and---ever?
--ever?
Did he have to say it so---they weren't something you just ended, right?
"Is that it, then?"
Surely... she could not have truly believed that she was as unimportant to him as he was treating her now.
How could she think that she was that meaningless to him? Was this what she--- ah.
He longed to touch her, to hold Emmeline's face and feel the warmth of her skin against his. Because then--- but he couldn't.
He was leaving? He was really leaving?
----oh.
"I fancy you," she blurted, flushing deeply, "--still, always, I--Just---just so you know."
Caradoc was fully aware she had never said that to him before (he had never to her), so hearing it out loud was... she was forcing him to stay.
"You're a bloody terrible boyfriend most days."
"Why weren't you ever afraid? You were never afraid, and now--- don't you understand? You should have never trusted me."
He was honestly breaking her heart.
And this time Caradoc wasn't going to save her, he was actually who she should be running from.
Except her body wouldn't move, and some insane, irrationally, completely fucking devoted part of her brain kept yelling at her that he wouldn't.
He would do whatever it would take to get them---her, through this.
Caradoc wistfully waited for just a few more moments. Perhaps... no. That was the best of a goodbye they were going to get.
This was... over.
There was a raging battle going on somewhere in the countryside, and all Emmeline could do was worry about how she looked.
"You're leaving?"
She just wasn't going to let him go, was she?
"I needed to see you,"
Caradoc felt his chest twist agonizingly as he took her in, knowing fully well that this was because of him. Him!
She hadn't seen his face in days.
She could---she could tell him that he made her chest ache more than any torture she'd ever endured.
She could go, would that make things better? Would they still want to kill Caradoc if they had her?
"Stop. Stop thinking."
"It's not your fault,"
She needed to know that, she needed to understand that he didn't blame her. For this, for--- everything. And at that moment, it became perfectly clear to him that with everything, everything he had been dealt with... Caradoc honestly wouldn't have had it any other way. Funny.
"No regrets."
The most ironic of smiles played on his lips as he finally let himself reach for her, his hand lightly brushing itself against her cheek. Ahhh.
This was it. This was it.
No, no. This fate was much better than any of that. No regrets, he was right.
"I can't come up with anything remotely impressive to say,"
Lulled by that fact, he did not hesitate to wrap his arms around her and relinquish what little was left. She felt hot against him, but in the most pleasant way imaginable.
"I have to go,"
His smile fell, and it took him much effort to finally look away from her.
