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[Robin]

Hmmmm do we wanna skip? And OMG I have a really random idea maybe they end up in the same bed.
Somehow but that leads to them making out and they're found in a compromising position or something like that? Idk I want this to happen XD

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

YES. YES -intensity intensifies- HOW DO WE MAKE THIS HAPPEN?!

[Robin]

Idk hmmm maybe the heat is broken or it's cold so he ends up in the bed and um because they both are impulsive and make bad choices because of what they wants they Get together. And because of how they both are they should be extremely close to actually sleeping together then mr Clyne catches them, only because he's weird and eccentric mr Clyne doesn't care and finds it funny. Now do you wanna start/mind starting after the skip?

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Idea. Idea. Idea.
What if it's Mr. Clyne finally came to the hotel and demands to have Thatcher come down to the bar with him. (He's not a drinker but Mr. Clyne being Mr. Clyne eventually gets him to drink) and then he has to go back in the room all red faces and doesn't act like himself and is all flirty and junk.
then the bed, make-out. That stuff happens
Mr. Clyne come back.
Awkward.
Funny.
HUEHUEHUE?

yes? no?

[Robin]

Omg yes and then they try to chalk it up to impulse and alchohol but.....it isn't. Omg you start. Now. Please. I must

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Hours had passed by now. Outside had turned a dark grey, allowing only the moonlight to seep in through the windows of the hotel. Thatcher was out of the room much longer than he had intended to be. Drunker than he intended to be as well. For once, he was actually getting along with Mr. Clyne on a more personal level. Laughter was roaring from his lungs with each word that came out of the flamboyant man's mouth. That gray haired man would roar back in laughter - filling up the red hallways with their enjoyment. They were both stumbling back to the room, Thatcher's arm wrapped around the older man's shoulder as he continued a strange story about a woman he had met that seven fingers. With the slurring of his words and the manner in which he was speaking, it was impossible to follow. Mr. Clyne started laughing anyway.

Eventually Thatcher stopped at the white door of his hotel room. He stumbled around and grabbed the red keycard out of his pocket and put in into the fancy lock. With a green light go, he opened the door. Mr. Clyne put his hand on Thatcher's toned shoulder and squeezed quite violently at the muscle. "You're a good guy." He said, a bright smile crossing his slightly aged face. For once, Thatcher smiled genuinely and nodded. "I-If you need anything, you know where I am." He chirped, interrupting his sentence for a moment to let out a small burp. Another roar of laughter and Thatcher finally stepped on the square-patterned carpet of the room. His lightly tanned cheeks were bright red as the effects of his alcohol was going full force. Every step he made was heavy, clumsy. Basically the opposite of how Thatcher normally moved - carefully and silently like he was thinking about every move he made. It was obvious what he had been doing downstairs. 

Instead of making his way towards the little makeshift bed in the corner - The one that had set his muscles and bones on fire all day - he went straight towards the fluffy white sheets of the king sized bed. With a hefty and clumsy movement, he flopped onto the sheets - enveloping himself into the clean smell of the room. A bright smile crossed his features as he shifted his head over towards the female beside him. Sabrina. Right. The girl that always made her way back into his head. His student. "Heeeey there Sabrina." He said, dragging his words out longer than he needed to. Dark green eyes scanned obviously across her body before giving her a messy wink. "I'm back."

[Robin]

Sabrina had met briefly with Mr. Clyne, he’d seemed interesting and surely entertaining but a bit more preferential to being around other men than Sabrina was in favor of. Overall she wasn’t going to hate being here-but she’d hate the torture being around Thatcher alone but not being with him was going to cause in her chaotic twisted head. But there wasn’t anything Sabrina could change- like she’d found herself reaffirming to Thatcher earlier, he was her teacher and she was his student. Anything else was a dangerous test for both of them. He could lose plenty and she could be done with her Guardian career before it even began. So as Thatcher and Mr. Clyne wandered off downstairs to partake in male bonding rituals Sabrina prepared herself for the next day by heading to sleep earlier. But as Sabrina changed into sleep attire-which consisted of a plain white cotton tee and a pair of short shorts, and wrapped herself in the clean, crisp, white sheets, she found herself unable to turn her mind off. Eventually Sabrina forced herself to sleep, turning on her side and shutting her eyes tightly. Sabrina commanded herself to just fall asleep-and forget about remembering what it felt like to kiss him or be close to him. But then she was thinking about it and soon found herself dreaming about the entire thing. Thatcher and her were alone-in this room only instead of arguing about the bed situation from earlier…as soon as the hotel lady left he’d taken her in his arms and onto the bed. His hunter green gaze seared into her and she was breathless. Then he kissed her and it was way better than the time in rehab training. It was terrible for her subconscious to remind her that this was nothing but a pointless fantasy. Because they were nothing but a professional convenience, they’d sent in the big guns to rule their best but most stubborn prospect into something they could be proud of. But when she woke up…Thatcher was standing above her just as gorgeous as she’d been dreaming-only now he wasn’t speaking totally coherently and was looking at her, really looking at her. But Sabrina was too tired to take into account that this was stupid and that Thatcher was definitely not himself. The beautiful young dhampir wanted something, so without giving it a second thought, she gave him a small smile and pulled him by the gripped front of his shirt to her and kissed him, no holding back. She’d crossed the line. But it was done and it actually felt pretty damn good.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Thatcher's body froze. His mind was like alphabet soup - just a mixture of messy letters that couldn't even begin to understand or even explain to itself what the hell was going on. All that was known was that Sabrina had been on his mind for a while and they were doing something he had secretly dreamed of. Initially, his body had began to retract from her mouth but the feminine scent of body wash and shampoo pulled him in. He was on fire and couldn't help himself. In an instant, he had moved over closer to her. His lips responded naturally, enjoying the soft sensation of hers. As he pivoted his body over Sabrina, he attempted to deepen the kiss. Due to his consumption of alcohol, it was a little messy to be honest. Everything about student and teacher had been thrown out the window. Inhibition was gone. Pure lust was coursing through his veins as his fingers ran ghostly over her hips. Jeeze were they perfect, just like he had imagined in his mind. Every second that passed only increased the heat that was consuming his face. Thatcher was at full force now. 

He bit her lip sensually before moving his lips across her jawline - and then to her neck. At first he had been caressing her soft skin with his, but as he moved further down he got a little more rough. He began doing all those things guys do when they get excited. Biting. Sucking. Whatever. You name it. Thatcher had no self control now and Sabrina wasn't exactly against it. She had been the one to initiate it after all. Fuck. This was what he dreamed of.

[Robin]

Sabrina had shocked herself but now Thatcher was with her and kissing her and any rational thought was light years away from her brain. This was totally wrong but that made no sense because despite the judgement imparring scent on him and the lack of self control they were both expressing, everything about this felt so incredibly right. For a split second Sabrina grew fearful, he started to pull back but by some miracle he came close again and he was right there. They had their lips on each other and Sabrina reached up pressing her lips harder to his and putting her hands to his chest, gripping tightly to his clothes and pressing them together, limiting the space to one only an atom could fit through. Yes it was messy and new and chaotic but Sabrina could feel every nerve alight in her body. There were no words only ecstasy as Sabrina shivered against his touch, her heart was racing like that of a champion thoroughbred the inability to breath not frightening but intoxicating. Soon there was no room in her head to think there was only pure want, desire, actually it was a need now. Sabrina needed him and how he felt beside her. Suddenly Sabrina felt herself bending back, neck leaning backward and her eyes closed, breathing coming heavily as she felt his touch, his lips all over. Sabrina grinned, tightening her hold on his figure as his touch went from soft to rougher-less guarded. God this was much much better than she'd ever imagined. But no way was she about to let him have all the fun. Pulling back Sabrina looked at him a dangerous look in her eyes as she shifted and lowered her head to his neck , pressing her lips to it again and again working her way up till her arms were tightly around his neck and she put her lips to his again, slowly, lingeringly then biting down before pulling back once more and kissing him again.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Thatcher's breath was hot and heavy, just like the rest of his body felt. Every touch sent tingles down his body causing his excitement to build further. Holding himself up - just hovering against her body - was beginning to be a task. One of his arms was bent and holding him up. It started to ache. Alcohol didn't prepare you for work, It got you ready for rest. He needed a little bit of that. So as she started to work on his neck, sending shivers up his spine no doubt, he rolled over so his back was now pressed against the white sheets. His forceful hands moving her body on top of his. The warmth that enveloped his body only aroused him further. Alcohol and this. Well dang it was a good night. And really hard to avoid what his body was aching for so badly. One would normally think he would a kind and gentle lover, right? Since he was always so quiet and inward around everyone. He never really showed his emotions and kept things professional - even when he was in a more friendly relationship like in Sabrina's case. But that was not the case. He was quite grabby and forceful. Basically, he let her know what exactly he wanted to go on and where. Alcohol wasn't stopping or allowing him to hide his real self. Now that both of his hands were free, he had full reign over her body - perfect. One of his hands trailed up her back and tangled it's digits into her blonde hair. It was a lot softer than he could even imagine but his crummy mind couldn't dwell on it for too long. He had to make sure that their bodies and lips were pressed together which he quickly did. With the small break in between their lips, Thatcher found the chance to catch the lost breathes and open his eyes to see Sabrina. The room was dark, but he could still easily see her face - her figure. Everything was attractive about her. Why didn't he just tell himself the truth? Screw all the rules. "You're so sexy, Sabrina." He slurred. Normally, he wouldn't use such dirty words but... Alcohol brain = Sexy, hot
Normal Thatcher brain = Beautiful, gorgeous. It was obviously the first mindset that this male was in.

[Robin]

There was this little voice in the back of young Sabrina King's head. Telling her to stop, that all at once this was a bad idea. Because she got herself in trouble no matter what and thatcher was acting nothing like how she'd known him to. If this had ever happened Sabrina had expected something different, warmer, slower, less rushed and with him acting like a completely different. So even as they continued her mind was resisting, much more than her body was. Feeling his arms around her Sabrina sighed contentedly closing her eyes a moment and just letting herself enjoy as she kissed him back pressingly. Holding onto him tightly Sabrina wove her fingers through his hair and brought her lips to his again. But her mind wouldn't shut up, no matter how much she tried to focus on how good this felt physically....her head kept pointing out that this made no sense and this wasnt how she wanted him to come to her. Obviously given how much chemistry they had they belonged together but did she want this haze to make it happen? But then the thought was gone and he was on her again, Sabrina responded matching his, grip for grip. Kiss for kiss. But it was purely animalistic no thought no real emotion driving either of them which kind of sucked. Because as much as Sabrina pretended she didn't care or want anything real where she actually talked the guy or felt close to him emotionally. She wasn't as stone cold and hard as she often pretended to be. Sabrina felt some relief when Thatcher pulled back and she took she deep breaths opening her eyes to look up into thatcher's gorgeous hunter green ones and felt her heart sink, the look in his eyes wasn't the one of the passionate quiet and driven mentor she'd come to know, befriend, and have genuine romantic feelings for. The way he was looking at her, it's how she'd wished he'd looked at plenty of other times but then he spoke, or rather slurred and suddenly she didn't want it anymore. Forcing a smile Sabrina looked back at him again " oh believe me I know" she murmured leaning up and kissing him one more time softer much more gentle than before brushing her thumb to his cheek and pulled back actually smiling this time but a bit sad. " but I need to stop. because this isn't you and I'm trying to make some better choices. So as fun as this has been....we need to stop." She whispered settling her head on his chest and catching her breath. She wanted to kick herself for stopping, for letting this go.but she had to try and make this work, maybe now it wouldn't hurt so much because she knew what being with him felt like. Of course that was a total lie. All that was sure in Sabrina's mind now was how much she wanted Thatcher.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Thatcher's body followed with her's as she began to break the final kiss between the two - sensing that it was, in fact, over. The excitement that twitched inside his body was beginning to dissolve. Now being replaced by his disappointment.  He furrowed his brow in a sad tone and stared up at Sabrina - hunter green eyes glassed over by the multiple shots taken downstairs. He had a little bit of Russian flowing through his blood, so the multiple hits of vodka easily sat in his stomach. "B-But this is as me as you're g-gonna get." He stammered, placing both of his palms onto her hips to keep her sitting on his lap. In an awkward and sloppy movement, he picked his body up using only strength from his core. Now he was face to face with her. Their bodies were close just like they had been before. A small smile crossed his lips as he let out a heavy breath of strong breath. Once he felt like the room wasn't spinning as fast as it was before, he wrapped his hands around her waist further. Now his arms were completely surrounding her lower back. It a swift movement, he pressed her chest up against his. "Come on, baby." He whispered, more like moaned, into her ear as he nibbled on the soft skin of her earlobe. Obviously, he was in no state of mind to think about what he was doing. Sure, he had plenty of feelings towards this girl - his drunken mind understood that. His drunken mind also understood that they both had to share this tiny room and that only rose the angst and tension between the two. But this was more of an act of lust. More of an act to cure those strange dreams he had at night by turning them into a reality. "P-please." He added, letting it sink in just how bad of a state he was in.

[Robin]

Sabrina knew she'd regret this later, having the chance to get so far with him then making the smart choice to stop herself before things went too far. As he kissed her back that one last time Sabrina could feel he was getting the sense that things were over which might have just been for the best. They'd probably never work together again and this could ruin her career if he resented her for it. But what was done was done and she was trying to fix it for both of them. His arms on her were just so inviting, an invitation to sink back into this thoughtless animalistic desire but she couldn't accept not when he was pleading with her like this. " no thatcher, it's not...because the you I know Is way more amazing than this guy." She murmured reassuringly, no hate or malice in her tone. Seeing his expression Sabrina smiled back but it didn't fully reach her striking stormy gaze.hesitating Sabrina tried to weigh what she should do about handling the situation. She in no way wanted to hurt him, she cared about thatcher a lot and not just platonically. But this wasnt how she wanted things with him and Sabrina didn't ever do what she didn't want. But then suddenly he was all over her again, his lips on his ear and it was taking every ounce of her self control to not just give in and let him take control of the moment again, but no no no she was being smart. " thatcher, I'm not your baby I'm your student and maybe we both want more than that. But you and I, it isn't happening like this. As easy as it would be" she insisted softly giving him a small hopeful smile. Maybe this would be okay, she didn't want him angry. This let her realize much about what she wanted this and him aNd everything this wasnt how, " no, I want to. I want you but...no." Sabrina sighed pressing a kiss to his forehead before searching his gaze to see what's going on.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Okay. so i typed up some of a reply. 
but I don't want to finish it without knowing if you want Mr. Clyne to pop in the room and make things awkward or things to play out differently like I can make them out with what's going on with the first half of this post (that makes more sense if I let you read it, but I want it to be more of a surprise all together xD)

It's up to you, I just wanted to ask first~

[Robin]

No Clyne I think