Roger Davies (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pridechaser) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} impetuousrpg, |
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."
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."