Cappie caught his breath as he stepped out of the press of bodies on the dance floor and headed over to the bar. He loved Atlantis parties. They were different to KT parties but he found that he’d come to enjoy them almost as much. He loved not knowing what kind of crazy shit was going to go down and he always threw himself into the experience wholeheartedly.
Spotting a familiar face at the bar, Cappie made a beeline for Angelina, sidling up beside her and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. They weren’t exactly close - she didn’t actively dislike Rocco Spinnet, for one thing - but it was a party and he was well and truly in the spirit of it. Besides, she had stopped by his kissing booth the other day...
“Hey roomie,” he yelled, all sense of volume having been addled by the loud music and multiple drinks. “Having fun?”
Ange had just taken a break from the dancefloor to grab a snack and a drink, and had just finished her crab toast when she felt the arm go across her shoulders. Grinning, she turned to see her roommate, rolling her eyes at him fondly. They hadn’t been close, even before he’d broken up with Emilia. But, she had to admit, it was hard not to like him. And, very hard not to feel attracted to him.
“Hey, Cap.” She yelled back, having a similar problem when it came to her sense of volume, that he was having. “Nothing more fun than a good party.”
She soon found herself wrapping one arm around his waist, before she downed the last of her Punch. “Merlin, you’re hot. Dance with me?”
Cappie absolutely agreed with her statement. There was nothing more fun than a good party. Well, almost nothing. He could think of one or two things that might just surpass it. A little, lascivious smirk turned up the corners of his mouth.
He was just about to lean over and call out his order to the barkeeper when he found himself being pulled away, back the way he’d just come.
“Hey!” he laughed, looking down and trying to work out what was happening. Angelina’s arm was wrapped firmly around his waist and, although she was small, he found that she was strong enough to make resistance futile, not that he was really trying to resist.
“It doesn’t look like I have a choice…”
He was surprised, though, that she had called him hot. He guessed, from her tone, that she didn’t just mean that he was sweaty from dancing, although he was that too. He blinked a few times, processing, before deciding to just go with it. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground here – Angelina was a friend of Emilia’s – but the booze and the party atmosphere had made him bold, maybe a little too much so. Throwing caution to the wind, he took hold of her hand and turned her around in a twirl before pulling her back close to him.
“Are you hitting on me?” he shouted down at her, grinning.
Ange had no idea what she was doing. And, highly suspected that the food and drink were having some form of influence on her. But, she couldn’t find it in herself to care. She was pretty drunk as it was. And, had not had sex in far too long. Which was so unlike her, it was not even funny.
She laughed as he spun her around, losing herself in the music and the alcohol running through her veins. And, usually while she’d be flirtatiously coy, tonight she just couldn’t help but say exactly what was on her mind.
“Oh, very much so.” She shouted, pressing her body against him, as she leaned in closer to his ear. “Is that a problem?” She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck as she moved to the music. She was actually finding it hard to keep her hands off of him, at this point.
A delicious shiver ran through Cappie as he felt Angelina’s body pressing against him. His own hands found her waist and explored the curve of her hips and the gentle dip of the small of her back as they danced.
“No,” he replied, his head tipped forward so his cheek was close to her ear. “It’s not a problem with me.” He knew some people who probably would have a problem with it but they weren’t in the immediate vicinity. Besides, Cappie had stopped thinking with his brain a while ago.
“Good,” Angelina said close to his ear. Punctuating the word with a lick and a nip along his ear lobe. Her brain had checked out a while ago, and she seemed to be being controlled by hormones, booze and a heady level of whatever magic was in the food and drink this time.
Her hands spread across his shoulders, and down his arms as she ground against him to the rhythm of the music. Until eventually her exploration led to her fingers lacing through his hair. She had pulled back just enough so that they were face to face, her eyes dipping to look at his lips, just as her tongue dipped out to run across her own.
“What are you going to do about it then?”
Dear Lord, she was doing incredible things to his insides. He felt as though his stomach was dancing an excited little jig, flip flopping all over the place at the feel of her mouth on his ear. That was not to mention the fact that his pants were suddenly feeling rather tighter than they had a moment before. Oh dear, he could tell that this was a slippery, slippery slope and he seemed to be going down it in a handbasket. He just hoped there wasn’t going to be hell to pay at the bottom.
Unable to resist the temptation that flooded through him at the sight of that tongue on her lips and fuelled by the heady mix of music, magic and alcohol, he leaned in and caught her mouth in a hot, deep kiss, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the wonderful maelstrom of sensations that enveloped him.
Angelina groaned as their lips met, and pulled him harder against her body. This was exactly what she’d been craving. And yet, at the same time not quite enough. And could feel the evidence that this was having a very similar effect on Cappie.
“Come on.” She shouted, as she pulled away, just enough to tug him towards a sofa in the corner. Grinning up at him cheekily, she threw herself onto the sofa, pulling him down with her.
Cappie laughed, raising his eyebrows as she broke away and pulled him with her towards a sofa in the corner of the room. He sank into it beside her, his body angled towards her and his hand already reaching out to run up the outside of her thigh.
“Now, what’s a nice girl like you doing in a dark corner like this with a guy like me?” he asked, teasingly, surprised to hear a slight tremor in his voice when he spoke. It was almost as though the little shivers of excitement that he felt deep inside were working their way out of him in quivering anticipation.
Angelina laughed, her hands already reaching to pull him down towards her. The part of her that knew this was a bad idea, had stopped objecting ages ago. All she was feeling now was pure unadulterated lust.
“Who says I’m a nice girl?” She asked, her eyebrow raising slightly, and her eyes darkened with lust, and the heat pooling in her belly. And, she was happily giving into the feeling of freedom it was giving her, as she pulled him down to catch his lips in a searing kiss.
Cappie groaned as Angelina pulled him to her. The sofa was so deep and enveloping that he was practically lying on top of her! He got the impression that that had been her intention.
Hungrily, feverishly, he kissed her back, loving the feel of her hands on his body, pulling him in and urging him on. He could feel every wonderful curve of her body beneath him and he couldn’t help but press against her as they made out.
Eventually, though, Cappie forced himself to pull back, breathing heavily and looking thoroughly disheveled.
“Woah,” he breathed, lifting a steadying hand to the back of the sofa. “Seriously, I gotta stop now or I won’t be able to.”
Angelina loved the feeling of Cappie pressing her into the sofa. And, lost herself in it. Her hands roving over his body, and through his hair. Needing to feel every inch of him that she could.
“What?” Ange looked up at him in confusion. Her mind was fuzzy from the mix of alcohol, magic and lust. And, she couldn’t quite grasp his line of thought. All she knew was she was horny as all hell right now. And, he’d just stopped kissing her.
This. This was the reason why a KT party would always be better than an Atlantis party: at a KT party, his bedroom was right upstairs.
“We’ve got to stop,” he told her, reaching out to take her hand and pull her upright next to him on the sofa. “This is not the place.” He looked around at the people nearby - there were other sofas, other couples, people laughing and dancing and shout-talking to each other over the music. It would have been so easy to forget about all of it and just focus on Angelina but, at the back of his mind, there was a little voice reminding him that there were people at this party who should not see or hear about the pair of them hooking up. Word in Atlantis could travel real fast, especially when you didn’t want it to.
Ange blinked up at him, the noise from around her finally drifting in. But, still not enough to displace the magic thrumming through her. Making her want. Need. Hell, the magic was slowly beginning to wear off by now. But, she was too far gone to even care.
“Well, that’s easily remedied, love.” She replied as she let him pull her upright. “We do live in the same flat after all.”
The witch hauled herself to her feet, and held a hand out to pull him up with her. Pulling him in close, she caught his lips in a searing kiss before leaning close to his ear. “Hold on tight.” And, that was all of the warning she gave before turning them in one spot, and apparating them both to their living room.
It was true. They did live in the same apartment.
Cappie took the hand she offered, a quizzical look on his face, and let her pull him to a stand. It had been so long since he’d sidealong apparated, and he was so absorbed in that kiss, that he hadn’t expected what Angelina was about to do right up until it happened.
“Fuck,” he said, once the world had solidified around him once again. “I’d forgotten what that feels like.” It always had made him feel a bit nauseous. However, the fact that Angelina had brought them both here, he could only assume so that they had the privacy which they’d lacked at the party, was enough to take his mind of the sensation immediately.
“So,” he said, a wicked smirk spreading across his lips. “Your room or mine?”
“Yours is closer.” She replied, which was technically true, by about 5 steps. But, they were very important steps in her opinion. She grinned cheekily as she wrapped her arms around him again. Finding herself annoyed that they’d stopped kissing.
Catching his mouth with her own, again. She started walking them down the corridor towards the bedrooms. Thankful that their roommates were both clearly still at the party.
Cappie laughed against her mouth, enjoying the impression of urgency she was giving him. He felt it too, he really did. Perhaps it was because he knew that she was forbidden fruit but he was feeling a kind of excitement that he hadn’t experienced in a long while.
He kept his hands free as they walked, turning her so that she was moving backwards and he could guide the way as he started stripping her of her party clothes. He made a mental note not to drop the discarded garments on the floor until they got inside his room.
As they passed through his door, he kicked it shut behind them and walked her backwards to his bed. It was relatively clear, for a change, although customarily unmade. It wasn’t that he’d been expecting to bring someone home tonight, not exactly, but he would have been lying if he’d said it wasn’t a possibility. What with the way he’d been behaving lately, half the female population of Atlantis might as well have a season pass to his room.
Angelina had to admit, she was pretty impressed by how quickly he managed to remove her clothes as they walked. But, she was a bit busy to really think about it. The excitement in the air was so intense, it was almost tangible.
As soon as they reached his room, her hands drifted down to lift his shirt over his head. Running her hands up the planes of his chest, until she felt the bed bump against the back of her knees. She allowed them to buckle, leaving her sprawled across his bed.
He’d actually bothered to wear a proper shirt for a change, a black one, rather than one of his old, flannel ones over a vest like he normally wore, and he thought for a moment that his head was going to get stuck as she tried to pull it off. However, with a little wriggle, he managed to get out of it, leaving his necklaces to hang down against the bare skin of his chest, where her hands were already exploring.
He fell with her onto his bed when they reached it and, hooking one arm beneath her, he helped her wriggle upwards until both their heads reached the pillows. While his hand was still there, he found the clasp of her bra with his fingertips and squeezed until it popped open. He always took an ounce of satisfaction when bra-removal went that smoothly. It was far from a given, after all, but Cappie had gotten pretty good at it over the years. He smiled into her lips, pulling his hand out from beneath her and trailing his fingers down her arm, taking the bra strap with them.
Angelina smiled against his mouth, as she settled beneath him. She did like a man who knew what he was doing. Still, she helped remove the bra straps from her arms, throwing it across the room once it was removed.
She slipped her arms around him. Hands resting against the small of her back, pulling him against her, as she tilted her head and started kissing and nipping along his throat and collarbone. Enjoying the salty tang of his skin.
“Why are you still wearing trousers?” She complained, as she dipped her fingers below the waistband of his pants, to pull him tighter to her.
A little groan of pleasure escaped Cappie’s lips at the sensation of her lips, tongue and teeth on his throat and he tipped his head back, his eyes closed, to enjoy it. He could feel her pulling him closer and he obliged her by pressing his body down against her, feeling her now bare breasts hot against his chest.
Still, she made a good point; as hot as this all was, he was still wearing his pants, boxers and Vans and that was a problem because they were definitely in the way.
“Because you haven’t taken them off me yet,” he teased, pulling back from her so he could kneel up between her legs and unfasten the waistband of his dark jeans. He kicked off his shoes as he did so, using the opportunity of space to look down at her beautiful, mocha-toned body with sheer appreciation.
Angelina took a moment to appreciate the sight of him knelt between her legs, before sitting up to slip her underwear down long athletic legs. As he finished removing his trousers, she leant back on her elbows, lifting a foot, to run it down his side.
“You know, I quite like you down there.” She said, a grin spreading across her face, as her eyes devoured the sight of him hungrily.
His boxer shorts and socks went with his trousers as he wriggled out of them and tossed them away. He heard them land with a soft thud on the floor somewhere behind him. She was grinning up at him and he found he couldn’t help but mirror her hungry expression, enjoying the lasciviousness of her words.
Taking hold of her raised leg, he lifted it even further, enjoying the view it gave him, and pressed a kiss to the inside of her ankle. His lips lingered on her skin for a moment before his mouth moved further down her leg to the bottom of her calf, where he pressed another soft kiss.
“It’s quite a nice place to be,” he replied, looking up at her along the length of her smooth, toned body, a salacious smirk twitching up the corners of his mouth before his lips returned to her calf, knee then inner thigh.
Angelina’s eyes followed his movements, the heat of her lust burning in her eyes. It had been far too long since she’d last shagged someone. As in, not since she’d arrived in Atlantis. And, Merlin, did she need this right now.
It didn’t take very long for the pleasure to overcome her, as she fell back on the bed, eyes closed and back arching in pleasure. Yes, this was exactly what she needed.