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Roger Davies (pridechaser) wrote in impetuousrpg,
@ 2011-10-19 17:06:00

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char: fleur delacour, char: roger davies

Who: Roger Davies and Fleur Delacour
When: Thursday morning
Where: Yoga class
What: Hilarity.
Rated/Status: Might get high for UST. Incomplete

Roger felt the tiniest bit awkward walking into a yoga studio. Something just felt wrong about it. He had to keep reminding himself that it was for his game, his stats, to help his body keep healing and to keep more injuries from happening. Especially with the twenty percent chance of re-collapse due to the altitude that he certainly wasn’t telling Mandy about, because he was flying Saturday regardless. So there was nothing weird or unmanly or embarrassing about this. Except he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be very good at it.

He’d picked a different gym than his own- because he wasn’t quite up to that. He did weights and shite, not fucking girl fitness classes. Walking in he found exactly what he expected- plenty of thin, waify girls already twisting themselves into weird positions. Not another bloke in sight. Mandy was a clever, clever witch for sending him off with the best morning sex he’d had in a while. Roger grabbed a mat and claimed a spot in the smack middle of the room, because he wasn’t one to hang back at anything even if he was potentially terrible at it. The spot to his left was quickly taken by a blonde with definitely fake tits, and she smiled at him as she arched her back in a stretch, hard nipples poking through her thin sports bra. Jesus. “I’m Amy,” she said, flipping her ponytail. “You must be new.”

“Yeah,” Roger agreed, tugging off his shirt as he started to stretch. Amy pulled a face at the bruises still on the left side of his chest. Mandy had done a good job nursing his face, you could hardly tell now that anything had happened Saturday. But he’d barely let her touch his chest, even with the lightest of touches, and it was taking forever to heal. “Oh, got hurt in the game last week,” he said with a shrug. Amy shook her head, but she didn’t look put off in the least. She got that look a lot of girls got whenever Roger casually mentioned he was an athlete. “You poor thing.” She started saying something else, and normally he would have indulged any conversation that involved a girl thinking he was manly and brave, but he was distracted by another girl walking in. No, not a girl, one hundred percent woman. The blonde to end all blondes.

Fleur.

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bellefille
2011-10-20 12:19 am UTC (link)

One of the first things Fleur did when she got back to London was sign up for a yoga class. While her body was naturally tight and beautiful, she liked to put in a bit more effort to make it absolutely perfect. The results were outstanding, and obviously people took notice. Plus, yoga was a wonderful way to relax and you didn't have to talk much during it which was nice for when she wasn't in the mood to speak English.

She wasn't feeling particularly excited for class that day, but being disciplined as she was, she went anyway. Clad in a tight sports bra and yoga pants, she carried her mat into the studio and looked around for a place to sit. Usually, she sat next to a girl named Amy that constantly glared at her for some unknown reason. Actually, now that she thought of it, most girls in the class stared at her. Jealously was really ugly, Fleur knew because she had seen that look on people's faces her whole life. She couldn't help it that she had great genes and she certainly couldn't help it that she was wonderfully flexible and amazing at yoga.

When she spotted Amy, she noticed that someone had occupied her spot in the middle of the room and it wasn't a woman. Roger Davies. She wouldn't forget that face anywhere. Or those lips. Despite how bored she was at the Yule Ball her 7th year, those lips managed to keep her pretty entertained.

Walking over to him, she laid out her mat on the ground and smiled, placing her hands on her hips. "Bonjour Roger!" She walked over to him and put her hands on his shoulders, kissing him on either cheek to greet him. "What are you doing een my yoga class? You are working on your flexibility?"

She then sat on her mat began to take off her shoes, looking up at Roger as he stood looking at her. "I'm glad you are 'ere. Are you feeling better?"

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pridechaser
2011-10-20 01:13 am UTC (link)

At some point Amy stopped talking and was just staring at him, irritated, but Roger barely registered it. He was too busy goggling at Fleur. It wasn't like he'd never seen a woman half-naked before. He'd seen plenty. But Fleur- well it wasn't even fair. She should not be allowed to wear something like that in public. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination and he had a random impulse to nuzzle his face against her bare stomach. Fuck. He should just leave, but that was incredibly rude.

And then she was touching him, those perfect lips pressed against his face-and it was actual contact, not just air. Because this was Fleur, and everything she did was sensual. "Bonjour," he managed, his accent irreparably English. "How are you? I didn't know this was your class." God, if he'd known he would have never come in. This was torture. No one person should be that hot. Not when he couldn't fuck her. He kept thinking about Mandy, sweetly curled up against him this morning. Mandy that he loved. And then Fleur smiled up at him, and it was hard to think about anything else.

When he finally remembered to close his mouth again, he nodded. "Mostly. Still sore. But hoping they'll let me play this weekend. They're just worried about my lung." Amy huffed behind him and he'd forgotten she'd existed at all. "So, uh. Is this hard? I'm uh, yeah. Working on my flexibility." He really did not need to learn how flexible Fleur was. He just didn't.

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bellefille
2011-10-20 08:20 pm UTC (link)

It was nice to have someone there that wasn't glaring at her. Fleur decided that Roger's presence was much needed. Leaning forward, she began to stretch giving Roger a perfect view down her shirt from where he was standing (not that she really was doing it on purpose.)

"Oui! Zis eez my class! I feeling very 'appy that you 'ere with me." She was happy. Roger had always been very nice to her, even if he did look at her like she was the most desirable thing on earth, at least he looked at her at all. She ignored the dirty looks she was getting from around the room, and especially the ones from Amy. If Roger chose to go to a different class, Fleur was sure she wouldn't sit next to that woman anymore. She was absolutely horrible. And those breasts weren't even done well.

"Pauvre bébé! I am so very much sorry you were hurt. Your lung? Zat does not sound good. Should you be playing if you are so badly, er, how you say injured?" She moved to stretch her back then her arms and placed herself on the mat facing forward, as the instructor was about to begin. She turned to look at Roger again and smiled at him. "Oh no, it eez not that hard, I think."

As the instructor said, she laid on her stomach and began to arch her back, her head almost touching her butt when she was in the position. She focused on her breathing, in out, in out. While still in the position she looked over at him. "Be careful l'amour, you do not want to be 'urting your bruises!"

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pridechaser
2011-10-20 08:52 pm UTC (link)

This was so unfair. It really was. He'd won Mandy back and he was happy and in love and perfectly content to stay with her forever and eat her pies and aggravate the shite out of her. And Fleur had been in Paris or whatever married to that Weasley. Out of sight, out of mind. Except now he was fucking Lavender and Fleur was back and single and lovely and arching her back to stretch. Her breasts were pretty much as perfect as he'd imagined them to be. It was like God, and the whole universe, just for kicks, had sent her here in her little sports bra to torture him.

"I'm happy too," he smiled, even if her being here meant that he had to think about a naked McGonagall every ten seconds to keep everything in check. He smirked faintly when she called him a pauvre bébé. It was nice to have a woman coo over him, and Mandy was loving and efficient and wonderful, but she was not a cooer. Especially with lips as perfect for cooing as Fleur's. "I'm still not allowed to play," he said with a little grumble, "yet. But I'll be alright." He was a big strong man, after all.

He followed into the position the instructor noted, not nearly as flexible as Fleur and his muscles were still pretty tense, but he did appreciate the view. Holy fuck. No woman should be able to arch her back like that. It really was harder than Fleur said, being that Roger wasn't some freakishly flexible half-Veela, and he was working against his own muscles and body weight. Fleur made it look so easy.

After a while of that annoying up-dog down-dog thing over and over, the instructor moved them into balance poses. Fleur was absolutely perfect and graceful, while Roger struggled to keep up on one leg. The instructor tsked at him and moved to adjust his form. "There's no way you'll achieve balance with your foot flexed like that. Point your toes, it will be much easier." Roger laughed so hard he almost toppled over. "No fucking way." He could do this yoga thing, but he drew the line at toe-pointing.

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bellefille
2011-10-20 10:57 pm UTC (link)

Fleur remained her a state of blissful unawareness at Roger's inner turmoil. In fact, she was was rather happy she showed up to yoga this morning.

She got up from her stomach and began to bend her bodies in ways that didn't actually seem possible. Every once and awhile she would look over at Roger who seemed to be having a hard time. Of course, men weren't usually good at this sort of thing anyway and she wasn't the type of person to make a man feel bad about himself.

"Well, I 'ope zat you can play your match on Saturday. It is très important to you, oui? She giggled as Roger attempted to do yoga, but continued to move her body effortlessly. He was very cute trying to do it, anyhow. She balanced and glanced over to him as he staring at the instructor like she was insane. "Oh Roger. I zeenk you look so 'andsome. Balance is good for the quidditch no?" Glaring at the instructor for making him mad, she looked at him and grinned sexily. "And flexibility is très important in ze bedroom. Did you know zat pointing your toes can heighten an orgasm?"

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pridechaser
2011-10-21 02:36 am UTC (link)

Roger still wasn't sure how he felt about yoga. On the one hand, there were plenty of pretty girls, although he really hadn't paid more than passing attention to any of them except for the French sex incarnate twisting around next to him. He liked some of the poses- he was really good at the Warrior ones, but the balance ones were stupid. He was aware that he looked like an idiot at least half of the time, if the tittering giggles behind him were any indication, but even he thought it was funny, so he was sort of having a good time. When he wasn't absolutely distracted by Fleur next to him.

"Yep. Très important," he agreed, trying not to focus on the way her lips curved around the French words. His mind started to stray, wondering what those lips would look like curved around other things, and he snapped his attention back on the instructor, who looked like she was debating giving up on him. Flexibility was good for the Quidditch, and he was about to agree with Fleur, give it more of an effort. Maybe point his toe just a little. But then Fleur flashed him that sexy grin and said that and it was impossible not to think of how flexible Fleur might be in the bedroom, what her head would look like tossed back while he fucked her.

He closed his eyes and took a breath. McGonagall naked. McGonagall naked. Mandy throwing his clothes on the lawn and slamming the door. Anything to stop that train of thought. "I thought it was curl," he breathed, giving up on trying to balance. It was hard enough just standing on two feet after that.
"Curling your toes does- that." Mandy's always curled. He wondered if Fleur's- he shoved the thought away. What the fuck was wrong with him?

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bellefille
2011-10-21 09:02 pm UTC (link)

For a moment, Fleur stopped paying attention to Roger and just closed her eyes. One of the reasons she liked going to yoga so much was that it was relaxing. She moved her body gracefully, not paying attention to anyone that was around her. While she probably could have taught the instructor a thing or two, Fleur wasn't very good at teaching people things besides french. Mostly because she couldn't actually vocalize what she wanted people to do.

She smiled as Roger continued to do his best, and laughed when he awkwardly commented on her statement about orgasm. "Well. I depends on ze person I suppose, but I find zat pointing my toes can be très magnifique. You see because your instinct naturel is to curl zem, but keeping zem pointed will make eet more intense. Though, I'm positive you 'ave absolutely no problem pleasing women Monsieur Davies." She winked at him, sucking on her bottom lip subconsciously before going back to the position she was attempting.

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pridechaser
2011-10-22 04:58 am UTC (link)

Roger wished he could stop paying attention to Fleur. But she was like a magnet. A really hot magnet with really nice boobs. He would have taken a yoga lesson from Fleur. Or a French lesson. Or any lesson, really. But right now he was just trying to get through this class, which was dragging most uncomfortably as Fleur contorted her body.

"Yeah," he said, blushing faintly and turning his head away. "I uh, not a problem, no. Lots of toe-curling. But I'll have to suggest the pointing to my girl." Yes, Mandy. His girl. Lord, he didn't need to be thinking about Fleur being pleasured right now. He raked a hand through his hair and pulled up into a cross-legged position, taking a break. He needed to catch his breath anyway. Fucking annoying, needing to catch his breath. He hated being injured more than anything.

"Fleur," he whispered, leaning over. "You're not- are you using your Veela thing on me? Because, fuck. I don't mean to be rude, but I can't even think right now."

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bellefille
2011-10-22 05:38 am UTC (link)

Fleur smiled at Roger's blush. He really was adorable. But she was sure that he was with someone. What was her name again? Oh yes, Mandy. She had seen them on the journals enough times to realize. She was right though, because not Roger was bringing up his girl and she couldn't help but miss being someone's girl as well.

To be honest, the divorce came as a shock to Fleur. She had never seen it coming and Bill had hardly given her any chance to fix things or work them out. Sometimes, she felt that she would always be left alone. ure she had her family but for some reason she didn't have many friends and men only looked at her like a piece of meat. Sometimes she felt being part Veela was more of a curse than a blessing. She was much better at controlling it now, but sometimes she still wasn't so sure that people actually liked her, well, for her.

She was snapped out of her train of thought when Roger leaned over and whispered to her. The only thing she could do was giggle under her breath a bit before blushing slightly. "No. I do not zeenk so, at least. I am not usually doing that anymore. It is rude to do that to someone with a girlfriend, no?" Her face fell a bit, but she kept her chin up. "I can move if I am making you un'appy, Roger."

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pridechaser
2011-10-22 06:21 am UTC (link)

Roger had wondered, along with the rest of London and any man who wasn't fucking blind, what the hell Bill Weasley had been thinking in divorcing Fleur. Could it be that terrible to have someone absolutely gorgeous next to you when you woke up in the morning? Was it really that awful to have to fuck her, to have listen to her cooing in French because she didn't know the English word? As far as Roger knew, which, really wasn't all that well, but he knew she was pretty skilled with her mouth- Fleur was kind, sweet. Probably a little vain but she had every right to be. And so was Roger, anyway.

He considered Fleur again, watched the way her face fell and she just looked so, lonely. Bill was a fucking idiot, as far as Roger was concerned. There was no reason anyone on earth would leave a girl like that lonely.

"No, I'm not unhappy," he said quickly, offering her a small smile. "I'm glad you're here, this Amy chick was all after my dick." He bit his lip and shook his head. "I just- I think I have to get used to you."

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bellefille
2011-10-22 07:32 am UTC (link)

Though Fleur knew it, she wouldn't admit that she could be a bit self centered and a bit rude. Sometimes she spoke her mind too much and it was difficult for people to understand her, but still, she really did try to be a good person. And that wasn't always easy.

At Roger's response, her face immediately lit up again. He didn't want her to leave? Well that was absolutely wonderful! "Oui! I will try to 'elp you. Next time I will wear more of ze clothing!" It was true that sometimes Fleur forgot how alluring she actually was. Of course, she knew she was drop dead gorgeous, but sometimes she was a bit stupid about how much she could tempt someone. "You and your petite amie are very happy, I am thinking. It is nice to have a friend, Roger."

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pridechaser
2011-10-23 02:07 am UTC (link)

Roger laughed at Fleur's response, catching himself before he lost his breath again. "That would be... very helpful," he agreed, though the looked at her a little wistfully. It was definitely for the best that he not see her perfectly sculpted abs every time he glanced over, but he would certainly miss the view. Maybe if he could manage the whole, being friends, he could get used to Fleur in all her glory. Though... doubtful. Very doubtful.

"Very happy," he nodded, relieved when the class was finally over. He really wanted to just go home and back to bed, but he had a practice to run, at least from the ground. Maybe Mandy was right about Saturday, but he wasn't about to admit it. "Surely you have friends in London, though? It's a big city and all."

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bellefille
2011-10-23 02:36 am UTC (link)

"Okay. I will be trying zen." Fleur didn't want Roger to stop talking to her. In fact, it seemed that he was one of the only nice people that she knew in London. Everyone else seemed to think she was a terrible person for no longer being married to Bill. If only they knew.

Fleur smiled. She was glad Roger was happy. It made her feel nice that other people could be in love and honestly? That gave her hope. "Zat is very good for you both! She is very beautiful, oui?" Fleur's face fell again a bit before she answered his question. She thought a moment responded looking somewhat confused. "Oui London is very grande. Zo it is so big, it can be even moreso lonely." She turned to look down, putting on her shoes to avoid eye contact. "Bill was my friend, I zeenk. But his family only liked me because of 'im and I do not know many other people."

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pridechaser
2011-10-23 11:31 am UTC (link)

Roger smiled a little at Fleur. because it was weird that this insanely beautiful creature was asking him if Mandy was beautiful. It made him compare the two women in his head, and they really couldn't compare to one another. Fleur was gorgeous and perfect and sex. Every fantasy he'd ever had. And Mandy was gorgeous, too, just in a different way. Mandy was the girl he wanted to wake up next to in the morning, the girl he wanted to come home to after a bad day. He loved her nagging and her laugh and the way she stole the covers every night. She didn't bring men to their knees like Fleur did... but he didn't really want her to.

"Very beautiful," he agreed, grinning. "Très... belle?" he tried, uncertainly. God he was shite at French. Roger laughed and tugged his shirt back over his head. "I love London. I'm sure you'll love it too. There's plenty of great people here, besides the Weasleys. There's-" he thought for a moment, trying to think of which of his friends would hit it off with Fleur. Mandy- yeah, that was a no. Katie was... he said a silent prayer for Katie. Penny- he could see her arched eyebrow already. Eddie wouldn't have anything in common and Susan would probably not appreciate having a veela around. And Will and Fleur would probably have a grand time, but Roger didn't want to come home and hear French coming out of Will's bedroom, and Turpin would definitely not be impressed with that.

"You should come to the galas they throw all the time," he finally settled on, tugging his shoes back on. "Lots of people there. Most of them nice. I'm sure you'll meet people in no time. And I'll be your friend in the meantime." It was weird, thinking a girl like Fleur could be lonely.

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