Marcus let her have control but that didn't last long. Soon, Katie was being swept away in a slow, methodic exploration of two entirely different worlds meeting in a kiss. It was, oddly, overwhelming and she was certain the alcohol was heightening the intense sensations that were moving through her. He explored every bit of her and this was just a kiss. Her hands slid up his chest, enjoying the hard muscle beneath. Quidditch players were her downfall and Captains were her complete weakness. A light whimper escaped her as the kiss intensified, her fingers fisting in the front of his shirt.
If anyone had told her Marcus Flint would be expertly snagging her, she'd have laughed and told them they were mental. Yet, here she was, his hands moving down her sides, his fingertips leaving behind the ghosting memory of his touch. She barely noticed when he trapped her against the wall, the alcohol and snogging having stunned her into a slight daze.
Katie didn't hesitate. It wasn't in her nature. She didn't hesitate on the pitch and certainly not off. Headstrong, she threw herself into her decisions without thinking much through. It was who she was. Who she'd always been. It was a rare case indeed, when she hesitated. His words, however, were surprising and caused a momentary panic. No. She wasn't sure. This would change everything and she wasn't so sure she wanted everything to change.
But as his hands moved over hers, and the taunting amusement range in her ears, she looped her fingers in his belt, pulling him closer, if that was possible. "Are you?" she asked, quirking a brow, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips.