Eamonn hadn't had a night off like this since... well, ever, probably.  The spirits and giddiness had completely affected him by the tail-end of the night.  Stumbling through the grass and laughing under twinkling lights and lanterns, he held Kia's hand as they 'raced' to the tent marked with a giant silver banner with his name.  He still had two flutes of champagne balanced in his free hand, which he held aloft.  For the most part he was succeeding in not spilling their contents everywhere.

From the corner of his eye he caught the sight of her and his smile grew.  She was lovely.  Their laughter married and trickled through the brisk night air as they, warm from their libations, came through the tent entrance.  The billowy, silken entrance flap blew closed behind them.

Inside was a warm, glowing room with an incredible queen sized bed.  A - single - queen sized bed.  His laughter trailed off as he took a moment to soak in that information.  He wasn't about to complain but it was, after all, only their third date, if you counted the strange circumstances under which they'd met as a date....  Light of heart and faint from the spirits he'd imbibed, however, Eamonn turned to Kia with a broad grin, his eyes crinkling as he handed her one of the flutes of champagne.  It was a mild brew compared to the many martinis they'd already had tonight.

"You win," he said playfully.

Kia found herself pleasantly surprised by this evening. When Eamonn invited her to a huge 3 day party for a celebrity, she had expected it to be extravagant, tacky, and obnoxiously boring, especially considering the birthday girl was from Slytherin. It was a sad truth that many of the Slytherin girls, especially the pureblooded and wealthy ones, shared an affectation for the limelight and the gaudy trappings it brought. Which was why she was pleased to see that Dolly St. James, though quite extravagant, seemed rather humble and down to earth about the whole thing. As for the 'boring' part, well... Eamonn made the evening more than exciting.

It had been years since she raced barefoot through the grass, shoes in one hand and the other latched firmly in the grasp of another, leaving naught but peals of laughter behind them. Perhaps it could be the numerous martinis she had downed during the party but she liked to think that it was Eamonns presence that left her feeling so giddy and light headed. There was something about the man that captured a part of her that hadn't seen the light of day since her mothers death. She wasn't entirely sure what that part was, and knew that it was probably foolish to give it so freely to a man she knew for only a few months, but at this moment being foolish felt so right.

However, it was definitely the martinis that kept her from noticing the lack of multiple beds. Instead, she threw herself onto the lone bed, still squealing with laughter. When she sat back up, eyes bleary with tears and hair a tangled mess, Eamonn offered her a flute of champagne and she took it gracefully, nearly tipping it onto the floor.

"You win,"

"Mmmm yes, I did...." She purred, rolling to her feet and wrapping her free hand around his neck, working into his dark curls. Leaning forward, she caught his lips in a warm, greedy kiss. Catching his bottom lip between her teeth and nibbling gently, Kia worked her hand into his jacket and slid it off. As it fell heavily to the floor, she kissed her way up his jawline,pressed her lips to his ear and murmured playfully "... So... What did I win?"

Foreseeing his need for having both hands free as she leapt unevenly from the bed, he downed his remaining champagne and, grinning, tossed the empty glass aside just as she collided with him.  The flute tinked twice and rolled across the carpeted floor of their room, blessed unbreakable glass intact.  It was a good thing too, because he could focus his total attention onto her.  She felt so immaculate and warm in his arms, he could have sworn that she'd been sculpted into the mould of a goddess.  Eamonn readily pulled her further into him, arm curling round her waist, his hazel eyes already scanning her face and features with a playful, lustful glint as she leaned into him.   

Kiana kissed him, fierce and consuming.  He flushed warm as she bit down gently on his lip, repeatedly, causing him to murmur incoherently. 

Never in the world would he have imagined that he'd be here in this situation with a beautiful Witch at a party like this... if he'd had the vision a month ago he would have shook his head and dismissed it as false information, fantasy at best.  Eamonn Mullen did not go on dates.  Especially not dates that went this well.  Had he given it a moment's thought he would have been blown away by it all, even the fact that he was permitted to be here in the first place.  He wasn't exactly thinking though, as Kia worked her way under his jacket with agile hands, overwhelming him with pleasant feelings and an eagerness for more.   

His breath was measured as she traced the kisses up his jaw, lips soft on his ear.  Eamonn let go of his own reservations then, taken by the moment.  He was completely overcome.  His answer first came in the form of hot kisses pressed against the curve of her neck, mirroring her tracings but with fresh intensity.  Eamonn pulled back, pressing his forehead against hers and looking her headlong in the eyes.

"You've won me over," he said, grinning subtly.  As if he wasn't won already.  "Whatever you want, at all," he said.  "I'm yours."  He quirked a brow in a co-conspiring fashion as he teasingly slid a strap of her dress over one shoulder.

"I'm yours."

Kia sucked in her lips and took a quavering breath as his fingers brushed trails of fire down the curve of her shoulder yet somehow left goosebumps in its wake. Regarding the wayward strap through bedroom eyes, Kia couldn't help but feel that the evening had taken a turn for the surreal and that she was helpless against the pull of his passion. Her head felt heavy and her knees weak, like she was drunk, but she knew it was not because of the liquor. It was something else. Something she had never had before.

"Is that so?" She purred, her voice lower and more sultry than she could have ever managed while sober. Licking her lips, she glanced down between them before pulling him close, her lips brushing against his as she added, "...whatever I want, hm?" Catching his bottom lip, she pulled him into another kiss, this one slower and heavier. Her fingers curled into his chest and slid downwards towards his waist, where they found and worked clumsily at his belt buckle.

What happened next was a blur of cloth and skin, lips separating just long enough for shirts to be torn off, zippers undone, buttons pulled free, and so forth until all that was left was fevered skin melded together on top of satin sheets. A giggle bubbled up from the pile as Kia managed to dislodge her lips from his, slapping him lightly on the shoulder "Stop it! That tickles..." she laughed and then wiggled against him, clearly not wanting him to actually stop. When he got the hint and renewed with a fervor, she found herself  caught between what she clearly wanted and the crippling uncertainty of what to do next. "Wait... ahaha... wait wait... How do I..." She squealed as she tried to rearrange herself into a variety of different, equally awkward positions before giving up with a sigh. Looking down at him, she blushed and muttered "Sorry... I've... I've never done this before..."