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Ares grunted, loving the feel of Evermore's hand on him, loving her taste, her noises, her movements. He had not enjoyed this so thoroughly in a while, he noted, and he did not wonder why. There was so much more chemistry between himself and Evermore, and he could tell the difference.

He could feel the presence of Arielle and someone else--someone familiar, but who he could not place--enter the school. He paid little mind to it, though, as he did not particularly care at the moment. It was reckless, but he didn't mind recklessness in this sort of situation.

Ever's breath caught in her throat as she heard Ares grunt. Normally, she would have been repulsed by that sound. But now? She absolutely loved it. It was like she was a completely different person. Like something else had taken over her, but something that had been there all along? Like it was a natural instinct?

Who the hell cared? Ever leaned her head back slightly and reached one of her hands up to tangle once again in Ares' hair. She yanked his head back from her neck and then slammed her lips back onto his. This time, she mimicked with her tongue what Ares' had been doing with his on her neck. She slowly and carefully, afraid of doing it wrong, snaked her own tongue into his mouth. Her other hand continued its exploration of Ares' chest.

A few minutes later, there was a commotion outside of the infirmary, and then the double doors opened and a group of girls came in. They all looked worried, especially the two in front, who were elves. One had green hair and the other had blue.

The blue one called out in a worried voice, "Meimei? Meimei*, are you here?"

{{*Does she go by her last name or do most people just call her by her first name?}}

{{lol! Ok. smile }}

The one with the blue hair spoke up with worry lacing her voice. "Meimei, it's me, Aurora. Kember and I are Lin's sisters and the rest of the girls are some of her friends. Someone said that they saw a man carrying Lin into the infirmary. Is that right?!"

Pleased, Ares initiated a small battle of sorts with her tongue. She was truly a quick learner--not perfect, but quick enough. It made him quite happy. He wanted her. He wanted her to be only his, to take her. He was a God, and the God of War at that. He liked a companion who could hold her own with him in any sort of battle, and he could feel that Evermore, though not quite to that level yet, would rise to the challenge. She was a stubborn girl.

As her hand explored his chest, he slipped his own hand underneath the fabric of her shirt and started to explore for himself.

Even though Ever was lost in the feel of Ares, she still recognized a challenge when one was issued. She felt Ares' tongue battling with her own. As erotic and pleasurable as it was, it challenged her more. So, she put up her own 'fight' with her tongue. She may not be experienced, but like hell she was going to let that stop her.

When Ares' hand snuck under her shirt, Ever pulled back slightly from Ares' lips in shock and made a soft sound of surprise. The sound that issued forth, though, was that of the Furies'. She had only made that sound one other time, and it had been earlier that day. The sound had three different octaves and sounded as if three different women were making the same sound at the same time. Ever was startled at that, but even she had to admit that it sounded kind of hot. Besides, it probably wouldn't completely take Ares by surprise. He had slept with Furies before.

She didn't know if she should continue kissing Ares or not. What was the typical course of action during instances like these? She didn't exactly hate his hand underneath her shirt. It was just so startling to feel someone else's hand there.

Ever sighed when Ares simply moved the attention he had been giving her lips back to her neck. And his hand was still exploring. Ok, why had she hated him in the first place? Oh right. He was an arrogant a*****e and his mouth ran away with him all the time. Of course, right now, she didn't mind his mouth running away with him at all. Not in the slightest. And it wasn't like she was asking him to delve into a deep intellectual conversation with her right now. No, their way of conversing right now was much different. Much more... primal. It was the best conversation she had ever had with him.

Ever had leaned back on her elbows, on the bookshelf, to catch her breath. Her head was tilted back, giving Ares complete access to her neck. A few seconds later, though, she heard a crash and gasped. She looked down and saw that her arm had accidentally knocked on of the books over. One of them that had probably just been resting on the shelf and not stacked with the others.

Ever's eyes widened. Well crap. She didn't want to mess up the Headmistress's office. Although, she had plenty of time to clean it up, probably. So, instead of focusing on the dropped book, she gripped Ares' hair again, tilted his head back away from her neck, and started to pepper slow kisses along his jawline. She absolutely loved the feel of his rough goatee against her soft lips. It was masculine, mature, and strong.

Ever was so absorbed in Ares at the moment that she hadn't even heard her headmistress teleport in. She even almost didn't hear her call her name.

But she had. Oh boy had she. Ever gasped and threw her head up in surprise. She saw her headmistress standing behind her desk with a look of horror and slight disgust on her face. Oh hell. This was so embarrassing, but the worst part was the disgusted and disappointed look her her headmistress's face!

Ever quickly unwrapped her legs from around Ares and tried to slide down his body to get back on the ground, but she was pushed so far against the bookshelf that that wasn't happening. So, with bright red cheeks, Ever placed her hand over her face in horror and groaned.

"Oh God... Headmistress Krause..." What could she say?!