so let's sink another drink -paulo-

[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

He grinned at her suggestion of going to her flat. Perfect. Much better than running around the castle, and what with magic it was really no trip or trouble at all. You could go anywhere with a drop of a hat and that was fantastic. "Sounds perfecto," He said with a charming smile. Paulo kissed her hand softly for good measure. Paulo always made sure to a gentleman, though really, deep down he was a shallow cad. But no lady ever needed to know that, and most forgave it of him after bedding him.

He took his hand off her knee to get money from his pocket and he placed them on the table to pay their tab. He stood up and offered Jess his arm, she seemed like a sucker for chivalry with flirting. And Paulo refused to go home empty handed.

"Shall we then?" He asked, nodding to the door. Once outside they could simply apparate together to her home.

[JESSAMINE CLARISSA JONES]

She smiled, "Great". Jessamine always had been a fan of the chivalrous actions like a kiss on the hand. She flicked her hair back, over her shoulders. He really didn't seem that bad. In her alcohol addled mind she didn't think about the fact he was probably doing it all to get laid. She stood, and began to protest when he paid for the drinks. "I could have paid" she argued, but didn't really have any passion behind the argument. She hooked her arm around his offered one.

"Lets go" she grinned, and began walking towards the door. When they were outside, she apparated them back to her flat, and unlocked the door, fiddling clumsily with the key. She chucked the key on the side. Once they were inside and the door was closed, she - in a drink influenced move, turned and kissed him, she stood back, and blushed. "I'm sorry" she blurted out. Maybe she'd read the signals wrong. She didn't think so. She waited for his answer.

[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

Paulo chuckled. Girls were funny, chivalry was good when hands were kissed and doors held open; but not when meals were paid for and decisions made. Whatever worked of course, which varied from girl to girl. Most preferred woman to girl of course...

Paulo wasn't a fan of apparation, but it did get you places quickly, which he could appreciate. The twisting in his stomach settled as the world slid back into view and she unlocked her door. It was a quaint place, but he didn't get much of a look around because she kissed him and then apologized for it. What on earth did she think they were going to do here? Sit quietly and watch TV? Paulo laughed and shook his head. Maybe he wasn't going to get laid after all.

"Why are you sorry Jess?" He asked, puzzled but amused. He leaned in close to her, pulling her hips to his. Paulo kissed her softly to start, considering her apology, she didn't normally bring men home with her.

[JESSAMINE CLARISSA JONES]

She blushed when he laughed, and shrugged. Jess wasn't sure why she was sorry. All reason evaded her when he pulled her closer. "No reason at -" she spoke softly, before his lips found hers and cut her speech off, not that she was complaining about that. She grinned and kissed him back, pushing herself against him lightly. Although she didn't bring many men home with her, she was not a virgin, it had simply been a while since she'd had the - liquid - courage to preposition anyone.

The word preposition sounded wrong, silly even, in her mind, but it was the only word she could come up with. Jess's fingers made their way to his vest, trying to get it off. She chucked her clutch bag on the side, trying not to wince as she heard it bounce off the wall, and onto the floor, she didn't usually treat her possessions like that. She fingers slipped to her own waist to undo the tie on her dress. She looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes and pulled back slightly. "Bed'oom is tha'way" she slurred, before pulling at his shirt to get him to walk through with her.

[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

The kissing was good, though maybe it was all the alcohol in her, but he wasn't the type to be deterred by that. Some men found it bad form to sleep with a drunk woman, but he didn't feel so badly about it. She knew what she was getting into, going on a date with him. He had a bit of a reputation and it wasn't too under the radar to find out about. Paulo was a cad, plain and simple.

She motioned toward the bedroom and he ushered her there, smirking about her thrown purse--maybe she had some fire in her after all. Paulo helped her out with his vest and pulled her dress off over her head in one swift motion--he was rather skilled at that.

His lips found hers again, hoping she'd keep up her adventurous and uninhibited streak.

[JESSAMINE CLARISSA JONES]

Jessamine kissed him back her hands running lightly down his shirt clad back. When he ushered her to her bedroom she went eagerly. She lifted her arms about her head to allow her dress to come off. She frowned for a moment, and fiddled with his shirt. "You have far to much clothing on" she mumbled, working at removing his shirt and trousers. She was a little chilly stood wearing only a nude colored bra and knicker set. However the alcohol in her system kept her warm enough that she wasn't shivering, and the body heat from being near another person helped too. Once his shirt was off, her fingers crept down his chest, hovering over his abs. He certainly wasn't flabby. Jess stepped closer to him - having stood back while he had removed her dress - she threw a look over her shoulder, and tugged him back till her legs hit her bed, and she fell over. "Oops" she giggled.

[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

Jess was an adorable drunk.

He let her fumble with his belt as he pulled his shirt off, letting her drag him closer to the bed. She had little cold hands, the cream against his coffee colored skin. She tugged them both onto the bed, him landing over her. He chuckled and then smirked softly, kissing her lips hard before trailing them down her body. His hands gently undid her bra as he moved, kissing along her soft, fragrant skin.

ooc- i guess we have to skip ahead for the TOS now

After all was said and done, we was a good lay. He was lying in bed, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. A thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead and he brushed some of her golden hair from her face as she cuddled against his chest.

[JESSAMINE CLARISSA JONES]

Jess was a 'cuddler'. Her head rested on his chest, and one of her arms draped over his waist. She smiled when he moved the annoying strand of hair from her face. She curled her legs up, trying to retain as much heat as possible. It was quite cool in her flat, she'd left the heating off. The drink was beginning to catch up with her as her eyes drooped shut and quickly opened again. She didn't want to sleep. "That was fun" she mumbled looking up at him. She fumbled with her hair again, pushing it over her shoulders and out of her face. It was the only drawback of having long hair, it tended to get into her face, but short hair didn't suit Jess at all, she just looked boyish. Not a look Jess wanted to go for. She always tended to go for the girly look.

[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

Paulo chuckled. It had been good, maybe not his best, but certainly a good time. "Yes, it was fun." He agreed, curling her hair around his finger gently before letting it bounce down onto her silky chest and roll over her breast. She smelled like a beach, an orchard... it was a strangely appealing salty sweet smell.

He rubbed her upper arm softly as he adjusted so he could kiss her again. Maybe he woulc start another round? Maybe not though and she'd just see him as sweet, which worked too. But he didn't want her to go and get too attached.

Paulo smoothed her hair again and resettled so she could curl up to him, but he left his hand on her naked hip.

[JESSAMINE CLARISSA JONES]

She grinned back at him, she was shaken a little as Paulo laughed seeing as she was resting her head on his chest, which made her giggle. She kissed him back, she wanted too deepen the kiss but her fatigue overtook her, and she laid her head back down. She sighed in contentment when he smoothed her hair. She always had liked when people played with her hair. It was comforting and relaxing. When he resettled she curled closer, crossing one of her legs over his. She smiled sweetly, and closed her eyes, usually after the buzz of alcohol began to fade off, she felt tired, and indeed she did. She wasn't sure if Paulo would stay? Was he the type to stay the night? Jess's finger tapped gently against his chest, it was a little habit of hers to tap her fingers one after the other. Her breathing began to shallow as she fell into a light sleep. She was too tired to worry about feeling bad for falling to sleep on him.