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Tweak says, "Gawsh."

Roger Davies (pridechaser) wrote in impetuousrpg,
@ 2011-10-23 00:52:00

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char: mandy brocklehurst, char: roger davies

Who: Roger and Mandy
When: Sunday morning
Where: Her labs at the Ministry
What: Adventures in potions making.
Rated/Status: High. Incomplete.

Roger sighed and leaned against a low cabinet in Mandy's lab at the Ministry, irritated that he was there. He wasn't supposed to touch anything, and Mandy kept telling him to be quiet and let her concentrate, so all he had to do was to stand there and huff and puff as loudly as he could. It didn't help in the least that she was wearing her sexy librarian glasses, and he was still peckish from yesterday's game. That had been the absolute worst, watching from the ground as his team made goal after goal, kept the other team scoreless- and then those fucking assholes caught the snitch and won anyway. Thinking about it still got him riled. He'd probably be riled for a while. At least until their stupid Seeker could learn to catch the damn snitch once in a while.

"You know it's Sunday," he reminded Mandy, taking an empty vial and tossing it lightly between his hands. "We shouldn't even be out of bed yet. Maybe in the shower, that would be acceptable. But not testing potions on a Sunday. This fucking sucks. I'd rather be in church."

He stared at the bottle of beer sitting in front of him, which Mandy was using to gauge how he reacted to the potions. If she was successful, he wouldn't want to crack open the bottle and chug it down in one gulp, like he really wanted to now. He sighed again, tossing the vial higher. "I'm hungry. Let's go get brunch. And then take a nap. And then we can come back after that."

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mynameismandy
2011-10-23 06:53 am UTC (link)

Mandy was tired and she really didn't want to be here on a Sunday anymore than Roger did. However, Mandy wasn't much of a whiner and she had work to do and it was expected to be done in an allotted time frame. Sighing, she pushed her glasses up, brow furrowed as she poured a tiny amount of water into her purple concoction. Roger kept irritating her and she was ready to smack him. Her pms was out of control this week and she'd already cried once when she thought of him leaving her for Fleur Delacour. Even thinking about it, even though she knew it wasn't likely, had her near tears. Sniffling, she poured her potion into a cup and stirred. It had been a long weekend and Roger's mood had been bloody awful since Portree lost the game.

"I realize it's Sunday, Roger," she said, patiently. She looked up, noting the frustration and annoyance. She leaned over, brushing a kiss lightly across his lips. "I promise I'll let you shower before the weekend's out," she murmured, pulling back. Brushing her hair off her forehead, Mandy continued stirring, listening to him complain. It was annoying, but, honestly? She couldn't help the small smile that pulled across her lips. Roger had always complained when he stayed with her in the library. She'd always pointed out that it wasn't like she was forcing him to stay. He'd just sigh and go back to his homework.

"We'll get something after this," she said, watching the mixture bubble. "I promise. You can make me eggs and toast." Mandy loved to bake but she really loved it when Roger cooked for her. She looked up at him, giving him a soft, sweet smile. "It's almost done, Ace."

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pridechaser
2011-10-23 07:12 am UTC (link)

Roger never had any patience for doing anything too long, other than Quidditch. He'd always been that way, restless and antsy. And having to watch Mandy, with her endless calm and patience made it that much worse. And she never gave in to doing something more fun. Will and Eddie had been easy. Just the mention of the lake or screwing with some of the younger years had them scurrying out of the library. But Mandy? She'd be content to live there. Same with potions.

It seemed like she was always on the verge of tears lately, ever since he'd gotten hurt, although her weird jealous outburst the other day made him think it was a woman thing. That would suck. A week of no sex. He frowned. They were wasting precious time, here. He could get cut off at any second. Or, well he didn't really know how all that worked, and he didn't want to know. But he'd rather be home, shagging Mandy, just to be on the safe side.

"The weekend's almost out," he grumbled, but softened a bit that she was paying a little attention to him. "And I want steak with my eggs." He edged closer and wrapped his arms lightly around Mandy's waist, since the potion didn't seem to be in any sort of volatile state.

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mynameismandy
2011-10-23 08:17 am UTC (link)

Mandy felt his arms slide around her waist and she sighed, content to just let him hold her. It felt lovely, really. She was tired and going home and back to bed with him sounded perfect, really. Curling up in his arms, sleeping next too him... feeling his warmth surround her. She really loved it. The thought made her sigh and she relaxed against him, letting her hand rest on top of his as she closed her eyes for a second. One more stir, counter-clockwise and it had to sit under a light for five minutes. "Just a few more minutes," she said, head falling back against his chest. She was so tired. "You can have steak and eggs," she said, turning to face him, letting her head rest against his chest. Her hair was up and out of the way, as it always at work, and his fingers running through it always felt nice.

Mandy pulled back, letting her head loll to the side, just enjoying the quiet moment with Roger. She hadn't mentioned the whole Fleur debacle... he'd come over and had beyond fucked the hell out of her and let her know exactly how much he wanted to be with her and what he wanted from her. She'd collapsed under him, unable to move and barely able to function. Mandy had fallen asleep, wrapped around Roger, afraid that if she woke up, he'd be gone.

Whenever he was around, she just wanted to have some sort of contact with him and the whole Fleur thing? It had gotten to her because, well, Fleur was perfect and she remembered the way Roger had spoke about her. Sighing, she wished she could just get this whole jealousy thing out of her system. It was stupid and immature. The potion done and Mandy poured it into a cup to him, pulling back and handing it to him. "Bottoms up, love."

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pridechaser
2011-10-23 08:43 am UTC (link)

Roger really couldn't complain, given the time Mandy had taken off to take care of him while he was laid up, but he hated how much she worked, and how she thew herself into it until she was finished with it. At least this potion he was helping her with now would do a lot of good, helping people to break their addictions, but he would honestly much rather say to hell with other people and enjoy having more of Mandy to himself. And moments like this, where she let him just hold her and love her? He'd do a lot of annoying shite for moments like that.

He stepped back away from Mandy and took the potion, downed it with a small wince. "Tastes like shite," he informed her, quite scientifically. He hated potions testing but it was something that just sort of came along with Mandy and if he got to be with her, he could deal with it. He turned and glanced back at the beer, crossed his arms, waited a minute. He still wanted it the same amount he'd wanted it earlier. "Nothing," he said, shaking his head at Mandy. "Can I drink it now? I'm thirsty." But as he inched forward to reach for it, it felt like a brick wall smacked into him. He stared at the beer, not just wanting it, but needing it. Like he was dying of thirst.

He bit his lip and turned back to Mandy, knowing she'd be disappointed. "Way worse," he managed, "Can I just have a little sip-" but then he got distracted by Mandy. She was gorgeous. Supermodel gorgeous. And he could smell her from over here. Sweet and clean and a little bit of sex. He completely forgot about the beer, instead moved to shove her up against the wall, hands tugging her little lab coat open.

"God you smell amazing," he breathed, nuzzling his face against her neck, breathing in the smell of her hair. Everywhere her skin touched his was electric. He wondered what she tasted like, and licked along her jaw. Delicious. He groaned against her neck, tugged her earlobe between his teeth. "Mandy, please, I need..." Except he wasn't sure what he needed. He just needed her. His hands pawed at her dress, and he was frustrated he couldn't easily get into it. Instead he just shoved the skirt up and pressed his fingers insistently against her knickers. "Please, Mandy please."

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mynameismandy
2011-10-23 09:15 am UTC (link)

Mandy watched him, scrawling down his behaviors as she studied him with a knowledgeable eye. His pupils dilated and she reached out, quickly taking his blood pressure, noting the spike in his heart rate. "I'm sorry it's so awful," she said, smirking. Dropping his wrist, she looked up at him. "Next time I'll flavor it with something more to your liking." Watching him carefully, she frowned, not sure what to make of his hesitance. He seemed to still want it and, in fact, he seemed to want it a bit more. "Water..." she said, voice trailing off as his body language changed. Eyes widening, she took a step back, a bit nervous by the almost, maniacal, look in his eye. "Worse?" she asked, looking at her notes. No. That wasn't possible. She'd calculated everything...

His voice caught her attention and she looked up, letting out a squeal when he backed her into the wall. "Roger, what-" she gasped, nipples tightening instantly at the feel of his tongue moving along her jaw. He popped the buttons off her coat, and she stared at him, somewhat dismayed at this newfound desire that seemed to be going through him. She tried to push him off, feeling a little confused by the whole thing until she realized that Roger had a very minor sex addiction. In the sense that, well, he needed it as often as he could get it and her potion was enhancing desire instead of curbing it. "Bloody hell," she mumbled, not sure what to do.

His hands moved expertly over her and she wasn't sure what to do. The desire that was welling up inside of her was pretty much controllable but he didn't seem to be in control at all and that was a little frightening. But then? Then his hands were moving over her knickers, her dress shoved up around her hips, exposing the tiny scrap of black fabric shielding her from him. "Roger," she said, voice firm, fingers tightening in his hair, pulling his head back. She couldn't let him shag her in the Ministry of Magic. "Let's go home, okay?" Though, the look in her eye didn't really reassure her.

She could feel his hard length against her thigh and she was, if she was honest, interested to see where this led. Purely academical, of course.

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pridechaser
2011-10-23 09:53 am UTC (link)

"Sorry, Mandy, I can't- I don't know how to-" Roger gritted his teeth, frustrated at how his brain was muddling through. He could hardly think. All he could think about was the girl in front of him, how much he wanted her. All the things he wanted to do to her. The Ministry, the lab, he wasn't thinking about any of it. He felt Mandy's palm against his chest, urging him off, but his body just pressed more insistently against hers, trapping her underneath him.

His fingers had already worked underneath the thin fabric of her knickers, and she was wet enough that his middle finger slipped easily inside. His mouth kept moving along her neck, leaving little marks on her skin, and he was just about to slide in another finger when he felt her fingers tighten in his hair, urging him back. He wasn't really distracted by her tugging him off, it was just that her touching him felt so fucking good, and he liked hearing her voice. Liked hearing his name on her lips. His lips parted and he leaned his head into her touch.

"No," he said, biting his lip, looking at her like he wanted to eat her. And, in a way, he did. "Want to fuck you here- bend you over that little desk." His pressed another finger into her, started fucking her slowly. "Or right here- or both."

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mynameismandy
2011-10-23 10:21 am UTC (link)

She had never seen him like this. IT was intensely erotic and she had no idea what to do. She squeaked when he slid his finger into her, unable to keep her finger from clenching around him. Her legs parted, giving him wider access. Mandy's fingers gripped his hair, tugging at the long locks, trying to figure out how to handle this. Fingers gripped the material of his shirt, feeling it clench under her hand. She braced herself against his chest, lifting one leg the second his other finger slid into her. Her head fell back, the sensation of having two fingers in her, moving, stretching her with delicious slowness... it was overwhelming and completely surreal. She was wet and dripping as she slid her leg up to wind around his thigh, pressing her center closer to his talented fingers.

"We should go home," she murmured again, head lolling to the side as the pleasure took over her body. It felt so good and the heady sensation of desire and fatigue mixed together, heightening everything. "Oh god, Roger..." she groaned, his fingers curling inside of her, hitting her deep. Her nipples strained through the fabric of her dress, wanting attention from his talented mouth. She'd never seen this kind of desire- well, she had. It just wasn't this amplified. Roger always looked at her as if he could devour her whole and more than likely, she'd let him.

This whole thing seemed surreal. The passion he was emitting was completely out of control and part of her was the tiniest bit scared but only because she wanted it rough and hard and she didn't ant him to be gentle with her... right now? He was making her want it as much as he did.

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pridechaser
2011-10-23 10:49 am UTC (link)

"Too late," Roger murmured, moving his head once her fingers relaxed to attack her exposed neck, suck lightly against her pulse point. He traced his lips up her jaw and finally got to kiss her, teeth tugging on her bottom lip as his fingers moved roughly against her. This felt amazing, like everything was amplified. All he wanted was to bend her over the desk and fuck her hard. Watch the arch of her neck as she looked back at him.

Normally he drew this out, liked to make her come with his fingers or his mouth first, but not today. He wanted her to come around his cock. He pulled his fingers away and smiled at the way she tugged after him, then stepped back just enough to try and work her dress off. It was tight and covered up everything- fuck, why did she have a dress like this? "Off," he growled, pushing the lab coat off of her arms and onto the floor before tugging up the hem of her dress. It was hardly graceful but he was beyond caring. He was about to rip the damn thing off of her if she didn't get it off herself.

But he was quickly distracted. Mandy had too many lovely parts. He wanted to fuck her, kiss her, bite her nipples, all at once. He couldn't pick just one and the indecision was driving him crazy. But the second the dress was up past her waist, he dropped to his knees, breathing Mandy in. He yanked at the thin lace of her knickers until it snapped, dragged his tongue along her clit like it was candy.

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mynameismandy
2011-10-24 01:43 am UTC (link)

Mandy didn't know what to do. Her body was inflamed but she just didn't think this was a good idea. However, his lips found hers in a very passionate kiss. Her devoured her mouth and her pussy tightened around his fingers, begging for more. She felt his desire trickle through every touch and Mandy could barely contain herself. She whimpered when he roughly pulled his fingers out of her, body tugging towards his, wanting more. She just needed to get him home and then he could do whatever but then he was tugging her dress up and it didn't seem like it was going to even be possible to get out of here without him fucking her and as the passion grew, she wasn't so sure she wanted that. She just wanted him. She wanted him in her, fucking her, pounding into her sensitive flesh.

Mandy's heart skipped a beat when he growled the word off. "No, Roger," she gasped. "We can't do this here. There's people here..." But then? Then he dropped to his knees and he ripped her panties off her body and his tongue moved over her clit. The swollen nub pulsed with longing and his talented mouth nearly had her falling apart. Gripping his hair, her knees went weak and she nearly came apart. Instead, she yanked his head off her weak body. "We can't..." she gasped, feeling completely dirty and wanton with her dress shoved around her waist and her knickers missing.

His tongue didn't seem to want to stop and it felt so incredibly good, she shoved his head back between her legs, letting him fuck her with his tongue, muttering incoherent words pleas to stop but moaning with pleasure. "Oh fuck, Roger," she gasped, clenching around his fingers and tongue, wanting him to just make her come.

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pridechaser
2011-10-24 06:06 am UTC (link)

Very rarely did Roger ever feel out of control. He wasn't as anal retentive as Mandy was, wasn't as meticulous in his ways, but he usually had a grasp on everything. Even sex. But this? He almost couldn't control himself. He wanted her so badly that it was the only thing he could think about. He didn't care that someone could walk in, didn't care that this was Mandy's work. In fact, he kind of liked that. Liked the thought of her coming in on Monday and remembering this.

The small note of desperation and a hint of panic in her voice turned him on even more- that Mandy, in all her calm and patience and composure, wasn't at all in control of this situation. He ignored her when she kept telling him he couldn't do it, content to just lick and suck her until she screamed, but then she was pulling his head away. He raked his fingers along the tops of her thigh highs, licked his lips and stared up at her, heady. "Please, Mandy," he said, panting lightly until she moved his head again. He grinned and went back to work, fucking her with two fingers while she whispered up above him.

But he didn't let her come. He waited until she was so close she was nearly cutting off his fingers, then pulled back and stood up again, tugging up the hem of her dress. "Off," he said again, ready to just rip it off of her. He wanted to watch her breasts bounce while he fucked her, wanted to twist her little pink nipples while she clenched around him. "Gonna fuck you so good." he promised, tugging open the buttons of his jeans. He ached.

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mynameismandy
2011-10-25 05:10 am UTC (link)

Mandy's body was rioting with over-stimulated senses. Everything was just too much for her bare. Shivering, whimpering, moaning, she could barely contain herself as Roger's amazingly talented tongue slid over her sex. Most of the protests had died in the back of her throat as he began to move his fingers roughly inside of her. Her legs trembled and she was fairly certain that if Roger wasn't bracing her with his arm, she'd have slid straight to the ground. Her toes curled in her shoes, body tightening as orgasm began to approach. This was just- raw and dirty and animalisitc. She loved it. "Oh fuck, Roger," she groaned, head hitting the wall with a thump. She wasn't a big swearer but somehow, this seemed an appropriate reason to start. "Please- I need-"

She gasped when he pulled away, not giving her the release she so desperately needed. Nearly sliding to the floor, she caught herself on his arms, staring up at him a mixture of surprise and anguish on her face. Cruel. Completely and utterly cruel. Something about his tone and the passion on his face frightened her and when he demanded she take it off, she shook her head. "Someone could come in..." she whimpered, fingers gripping his forearms as he undid the buttons of his jeans. The hard bulge of his cock strained against the fabric, and she reached out, biting her bottom lip, lighting running her fingers up and down the thick, denim-covered, bulge.

Mandy wanted to go home and finish this but she didn't think Roger was going to let them do that. They'd gone entirely too far and her dress was around her waist, her panties tossed aside and in two pieces... She mentally sighed, wanting this as much as he did but a bit afraid to take it here at work. She reached out, brushing his hands away and finished undoing the buttons on his jeans, hand sliding in to free his cock. She stared into Roger's eyes, slowly sliding her hand up and down his thick cock, fingers never touching. Merlin. He was so bloody big and she really just desperately wanted him inside of her.

"Make me come," she whispered, softly, voice shaking with desire.

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pridechaser
2011-10-27 03:14 am UTC (link)

Roger groaned in frustration, torn between taking Mandy home and fucking her properly and bending her over her desk. He honestly couldn't care less if someone walked in. That made it dangerous and exciting and he knew that got Mandy off just a little, even if she refused to admit it. But he wanted her naked and begging, and that wasn't going to happen here. "Scared they'll see how much you like this?"

He dropped his head against her shoulder, lips tracing against her neck as her sweet little fingers wrapped around him. Her touch was amazing, electric. He could feel how soft her skin was, the little hesitations in her fingers when he nipped a spot on her neck that made her gasp. And then she was trembling, close enough to begging that he'd take it, and he pressed her up against the wall, wrapping her legs around his waist. His fingers dug into her arse so tightly they would leave bruises, and he pressed himself against her tight heat before sinking inside of her.

"God," he breathed, lifting Mandy's hips and slamming in deep, unable to take things slow or gentle. He needed her more than he needed air, and it felt so fucking amazing, her wrapped tight around him. He was going to make her come here, and then he'd take her home and do it again. Until she couldn't walk, couldn't move without feeling him.

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