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Tweak says, "...and don't call me Shirley"

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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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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