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Tweak says, "boyfriend replacement therapy?"

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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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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