Some like it hot.

[salylimon]

WHO: Emi, Jared, and John
WHEN: October 19th, after hours
WHERE: Room of Requirement
WHAT: In which John is a cockblock knows how to ruin the moment.
RATING: ...uh. Not sure if this will need one. But I'll change it later if need be.

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[salylimon]

"Mm?" Emi responded, the noise somewhat dazed and distracted as she vaguely noticed that somehow, somehow, she had managed to loosen Jared's tie. "I didn't hear anything," she mumbled, though she made no move continue just yet. Instead, she stayed quiet, straining to hear for any sign of the noise Jared had mentioned before shrugging half-heartedly.

Lips finding purchase beneath his jaw and arms once again winding themselves around his shoulders, Emi spoke once more. "Do you want to head back?" She asked lightly, fingers entangling themselves in his hair while her lips trailed up along his jaw and chin before pressing chastely against his own.

[salylimon]

"Or Gilbert being an idiot again," She responded with a small grin before his lips pressed against hers once more. With a small sigh of content and a teasing nip to Jared's bottom lip, Emi shook her head. "Mm, no, I think we can stay here a bit longer, no?"

She lowered her gaze briefly as one of her hands slid down along his shoulder and collarbone in order to pluck the loose tie off and away. Dropping it beside them, Emi glanced up from beneath her lashes with an innocent smile. "Just a bit longer," she repeated softly, Jared's touch against her sides and hips causing her to arch up as she tugged him down for another kiss.

[pride_of_kiwi]

"Best be putting that wand away, mate."

"I wouldn't hex 'um if I were you."

"One, two, three, four get your ass on through that door."

And so on and so forth. Evening wearing on as it did, slowly without disruption, made John increasingly bored. A bored John was an unhappy John. An unhappy John was liable to join his renegade flock in engaging in something ridiculously uncouth. He needed entertainment. He craved it. Nights like this he lamented his status as an authority figure. It limited the comical hijinks he could get involved with and the students who were willing to confide in him about such matters were few and far between. For obvious reasons, of course. He'd just sent two Ravenclaws to a detention with Professor Nefretari. Looking for trouble now would just elevate him to levels of hypocrisy he did not want to revisit.

But damn. Damn, was he bored. There was no one worth catching tonight. Just a few kids late to getting back to their dorms from the library and one spat between first years about to hex one another's heads

[salylimon]

"Like you're really complaining," Emi replied with a soft, embarrassed laugh against his neck before she pulled back to stare up at him, eyes shinning and lips forming a small smile. Reaching up slightly, her arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders as she tugged him down for a chaste, sweet kiss. "Anyway, I'm not the one with the wandering hands," she teased, amusing herself with the flush on his face.

Another tug and her lips sought his once more with a light sigh, all the while not noticing the faint sound of the door beginning to open.

Ladies and gents, the creeper has arrived.

[pride_of_kiwi]

Just a crack, initially, because the Room of Requirements tended to throw the oddest of surprises at John when he managed to find it. Last time was a company of parrots to the face and this go about sounded suspiciously like-

Hellooooooooooooo.

-His best mates engaged in some serious snogging.

Not precisely several dozen tropical birds but equally as amusing enough to warrant a good deal of quiet snickering into a closed fist. Smoothing his skirt, John shuffled in the rest of the way, shut himself in then leaned back into a casual, easy stance as he offered cheerfully, "Well the chemistry is real, but the acting's downright awful."