Event Private Finished A Chance Ballroom Encounter

Saxon laughed a bit and turned the bottle moreso away from Alanna when he realized he had underestimated how much the champagne would spray. "Sorry, sorry! Haha. Didn't mean to mess up your pretty dress."

He took the bottle back and took his own swig. The taste wasn't exactly what he enjoyed, but once again he thought that wasn't the point of drinking anyway. Not usually. He stuck his arm out when Alanna bumped into him; catching her in a hug with his arm gingerly around her waist. "Well of course. I can't let a beautiful woman look all dour at what is ostensibly supposed to be a party."

He glanced over at her, smirking but his eyes staring into hers intently. He wet his lips almost out of instinct. He kind of wanted to kiss her. But that would be too forward, wouldn't it? Maybe after a few more swigs of champagne he'd have the courage.

When he wrapped his arm around her waist, Alanna leant comfortably against Saxon enjoying the camaraderie and closeness. She then grinned when Saxon called her beautiful, pleased that he thought so. For some reason, it meant more coming from him than from others who called her beautiful or like her roommate, Agnes, who called her hot.

"Ya know, I think you are just trying to butter me up," Alanna declared meeting his gaze while reaching out and seizing the opportunity to take the bottle of champagne from him. "In fact, I am being to suspect that the only reason you approached me is cause you needed me to steal the champagne for you," she grinned as she deliberately took another, longer sip of the sparkling wine.

"I could have taken the champagne myself," he quipped back, resting his hand on her hip. Saxon stared at Alanna until she looked him directly in the eyes. He felt that same static shock between them as before and he leaned in just a little closer.

"But if I'd stolen it myself I wouldn't be spending time alone with you. And I think my night would be worse off for it." Saxon leaned closer to Alanna, just a bit, but stopped himself short. His eyes flicked to her lips and then back to her eyes. Then he snatched the bottle from her.

"Sure you could have..." Alanna retorted pretending not to believe him. Her gaze slowly meeting his when she felt him watching her. Staring then at him, holding his dark gaze for longer than she probably should have, Alanna felt her breath catch in her throat, unable to speak for a second.

Feeling frozen, Alanna watched intently as Saxon leaned in closer, her body now tensing up, not sure if he meant to kiss her or not. Glancing down at his mouth briefly, she wondered what his lips felt like...wondered what his kisses were like, and as she thought about this, Alanna suddenly felt the bottle being snatched out of her hands.

"Hey-ey...!" she exclaimed, surprised at his sneakiness, at how he had distracted her and reached out instinctively to grab the bottle back from him, reaching across his body as she did so. "I am not done with that," she laughed as she grabbed the bottle back from him.

Saxon lifted the bottle above his head and laughed, leaning back to keep it just out of Alanna's reach. She grabbed hold of it but he didn't let go. "Come on, you gotta share. We're a team, yeah? We share in the spoils together."

Brushing his hand through her hair, he turned sharply so that she was pressed against the balcony's railing by his body. His heart was beating fast now and he bit his lip slightly. The bottle was still held in their hands. "I nearly got decked for this bottle. What're you gonna give me for it?"

"Nearly decked is not the same thing as being decked," Alanna pouted prettily and purposefully, lowering her arms as she let go of the bottle. Staring at Saxon then, she was suddenly very aware that she had somehow ended up with her back against the balcony with him pressed up against her body.

Feeling her pounding hard in her chest, Alanna found herself once again staring at Saxon's lips. Looking up at him, she met his gaze, blushing at the intensity reflected in them, she parted her lips, her mouth feeling dry."What do you want for it?" she asked him hesitantly.

"Well, my first instinct is a kiss. But that would be rather fiendish wouldn't it?"
Saxon smiled devilishly, his breath smelling like apples and champagne and his lips dangerously close to Alanna's. He simply let go of the bottle and let her have it as she went to let go of it.

But assuming she would be caught slightly off balance by suddenly being the only person pulling on the champagne, he leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss, deep and passionate.

"Hmm...yes, that would be somewhat fiendish," Alanna agreed with a nod as she smiled a little in reply to Saxon's grin, her heart still racing and pounding as he moved closer to her lips, trying to take a step backwards, Alanna realised she couldn't, her grip still tight on the bottle as it sort of pulled her forwards.

Suddenly she felt Saxon let go on the bottle, the suddeness of the unexpected gesture causing Alanna to lurch forward a bit, right into Saxon's arms as he leant in, his lips touching hers as he kissed her deeply, opening her mouth under his. Leaning into him, drawn into the kiss, Alanna placed her hands on his chest as she kissed him back, the taste of apples and champagne, making her sigh.

"You did that on purpose, you devilish fiend ..." Alanna laughed softly, happily, as she broke off the kiss, needing a second. The unexpected intensity of it catching her off guard as she gazed in wonder at Saxon.

Saxon sighed contentedly as Alanna pulled away from the kiss, still tasting her on his lips. He touched his own lips with one hand and tossed the bottle with the other, sending it careenng into the night to shatter on the ground somewhere away from the ballroom.

"Did I?" he said coyly, brushing his fingertips against her cheek almost lovingly. "I seem to recall you distinctly lunging toward me. If you wanted me so badly, Alanna, all you had to do was ask."

"I did not lunge at you," Alanna countered lightly, feigning indignation, "I was only trying to take back what was mine," she explained simply, leaning a bit into his touch as her gaze met his and softened somewhat, still somewhat amazed by the kiss and how it had made her feel.