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Roger Davies (pridechaser) wrote in impetuousrpg,
@ 2011-11-17 21:00:00

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char: fleur delacour, char: roger davies

Who: Roger and Fleur
When: Thursday evening
Where: a Wizarding club, London
What: Shots shots shots shots shots shots!
Rated/Status: Umm… incomplete.

Roger knew this was not one of his better ideas, going out with Fleur when the papers were speculating about his breakup, or- really, going out with Fleur at all. Ever. It was a terrible idea. Especially not telling Mandy. But honestly? He didn't care. He was stressed and frustrated and the girl he came home to every night was vastly different from the girl he'd been used to coming home to before she was pregnant. He didn't know how to handle it. He could hardly cook anything anymore, she couldn't stand him drinking, she was crazy half the time, and he just didn't want to be home tonight. He wanted to drink, and he didn't want to drink alone. He didn't want to talk about his problems or think about anything. He just wanted to get nice and fucked up and have fun for a night.

And Fleur was fun.

He knocked on her door, already halfway to drunk from his headstart at home. He'd just pulled on a nicer pair of jeans and a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. But when Fleur opened the door, he grinned. Fleur knew how to do pretty. He generally saw her in baggy sweats and a ponytail, which he knew was absolutely for his benefit. But Fleur in all her natural glory was impossible to not appreciate. "You look great," he nodded, leaning against the doorframe. "Now let's get fucked up, yeah?"

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pridechaser
2011-11-19 11:43 pm UTC (link)

"Aggressive," Roger repeated, mouth feeling a little dry. "Yeah, I guess that's one way to put it." He watched her hair fall, and then she was draping her leg across his. He knew he should shove her off, but who the fuck shoved off a veela. Especially when she was talking about fucking on her knees, and he was picturing it, and, holy fuck.

Her lips around his finger went straight to his dick, and Roger couldn't handle sitting still this close to her. He tipped back his own shot, then edged out of the booth and tugged her with him. "Dance with me," he said, tugging her out onto the floor before waiting for an answer.

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bellefille
2011-11-20 12:46 am UTC (link)

Fleur's eyes widened when he pulled her out of the booth, but there was no way she was going to say no to that. She absolutely loved dancing. When she stood up, she immediately felt the effects of all the alcohol she had in a little over an hour. She was good and drunk, and perhaps she wasn't thinking properly, but she was even more attracted to Roger as well. It wasn't like she was trying to steal him away from Mandy on purpose, but he was so nice to her and sexy and she could only imagine the things he could do with those gorgeous lips of his.

She let him lead her to the dance floor and the song changed. Sweaty bodies, bright lights, and vibrations from the music were all around them but her only attention was on Roger. Spinning around, she immediately pushed her bum against the zipper of his jeans and grinded into him. She brought her hand up to caress her own neck before wrapping it around Roger's and bringing him closer to her.

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