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Tweak says, "This is who I am..."

Roger Davies (pridechaser) wrote in impetuousrpg,
@ 2011-12-09 18:28:00

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char: fleur delacour, char: roger davies

Who: Roger Davies and Fleur Delacour
When: Friday night
Where: Wizarding Club in Perth, VIP lounge
What: Strictly business.
Rated/Status: It's Fleur. And Roger. So some sexiness and f bombs, respectively. Incomplete.

Roger stepped into the club with Fleur at his side, feeling a little strange about it. There weren't any cameras here- at least none that were interested in him. The other players caught a bit of attention, but unless someone had a weird, rabid interest in the English League, no one remotely knew who he was. For all intents and purposes, he was just some guy tagging along with the team. And it was nice. He felt a little pang of guilt- or, something close to it, that Mandy wasn't here. He didn't know what he was going to do with that. But Fleur- he wasn't going to feel guilty about it. This was business. Nothing else. At least that's what he was going with.

He'd asked her to come looking sexy, but professional. She'd achieved something close to every man's idea of a hot librarian. Not quite what he'd imagined, but he wasn't about to complain. It would work, for tonight. And the glasses made him smile.

"Gentlemen," Roger said in greeting when they took their seats at the table- because this was Quidditch. It was a boys' club, they met in places like this, they talked important, expensive contracts over drinks. "I'd like to introduce Miss Fleur Delacour, my scouting associate. She's just arrived from London this morning." He didn't know if Fleur had legally changed her name back but like hell was he ever going to call her Fleur Weasley. He glanced at her next to him and smiled, not sure how well this was going to work, but she was a wild card, and he needed one if they were going to repair the rest of the season. And there wasn't anything in the rules stating veela influence wasn't allowed. Probably because no one had ever tried it. As long as Fleur kept out of the conversation and just looked pretty, maybe no one would catch on that she couldn't tell the difference between a Quaffle and a Snitch.

He glanced around at the assembled players and agents, team coaches. "So, obviously, all of this is off-the-record until we draw up formal contracts Monday. But we're prepared to make a real offer tonight, let you mull it over, sign Monday." The drinks started going around, and everyone leaned in and started talking business. If things started to go south, there was Fleur and her cleavage.

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bellefille
2011-12-15 05:25 am UTC (link)

And then Roger was almost above her her and she had no idea what to do with herself. Usually Fleur would know what to do in this situation. Hell, she could get almost any man she wanted -- but this. This was Roger and she didn't want to ruin anything or make him resent her for seducing him.

But she couldn't help it when her thoughts wandered as he took off each of her shoes, commenting on her legs. She'd like to feel him thrusting into her, while her legs wrapped around him -- but she probably shouldn't tell him that, right? Licking her lips she let him walk over to her suitcase as she sat up a bit, tilting her head. "I am 'aving plenty of things to sleep in! Look in ze top zipper!"

He probably wouldn't find anything he would think was suitable for pajamas though. Just a bunch of underwear and matching babydolls, see through nighties, and straight up lingerie. Giggling a bit, she plopped back down on her pillow and stared up at the ceiling, taking a strand of hair in her hand and twirling it. "It is fine, I zink. I can just sleep naked, Roger."

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pridechaser
2011-12-15 06:40 am UTC (link)

Roger arched an eyebrow and checked the top zipper, finding more nighties and lacy panties, along with a corset and garter set that actually made him blush. "This is all you brought?" he asked, stuffing it all back in. He did not need to be manhandling Fleur's panties. "Naked- no," Roger repeated, shaking his head. "You can't- you need. Um. Hang on. Just stay right there. Don't go anywhere. And don't get naked."

He ducked out the door and back to his room, just a few doors down, and rifled through his own suitcase to find a clean shirt. It wasn't really fancy enough for Fleur, just a Portree practice shirt, but it was better than Fleur being naked.

He headed back into her room and sat on the edge of the bed, handing her the shirt. "It's clean."

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bellefille
2011-12-15 11:48 pm UTC (link)

Fleur laughed at Roger insisting on her keeping her clothes on. She honestly didn't think anyone had said that to her before. But she waited for him to return and when he did she took the shirt from him and held it up by the shoulders. "Oh! Zis is your team, Roger!" She wasn't actually sure why that excited her, but she quickly stood up and unzipped her skirt, shimmying out of it despite the fact that Roger was standing right there.

He'd seen plenty of girls in their swimsuits, so she wasn't about to be modest when it came to a simple pair of black laced underwear. Now only clothed in her thigh high stockings, her underwear, and her white corset top, Fleur lifted his shirt up and held it for a moment. She tried to reach her zipper, but failed and turned to Roger.

"I'm sorry. But can you 'elp me undo my zipper?" Turning around, she held up her hair so he could unzip her and used her other hand to hold up the top so it wouldn't fall to the floor when he was finished.

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pridechaser
2011-12-16 12:36 am UTC (link)

"Yeah," Roger nodded, smiling at how excited she was about it. Not that many people got all that excited about Portree. And then with absolutely no shame, she was working out of her skirt, and Roger didn't know if he was supposed to turn away or- yeah, he was supposed to turn away, but his drunk reflexes weren't quick enough to keep from seeing her stockings and thin lacy knickers. It wasn't like he hadn't seen plenty of girls in less- groupies at parties and whatnot. But this was Fleur. This was different.

And then she was asking for help, and he swallowed heavily, eyes skimming along the arch of her back, the way her head was tilted and how pretty the curve of her neck was. He stepped up behind her and carefully tugged down the zipper, fingers trailing along the soft skin exposed underneath.

He tried. He really tried. It was always his best intention to be good, and faithful, and to resist the temptation of girls like Fleur. But Fleur wasn't just a girl, she was something different. And he could only hold out for so long with her this close and half-naked and so open. Roger tugged the rest of the zipper down until the corset separated. Rather than stepping back, he tugged Fleur back against him, one hand wrapping around her hip while the other met the hand holding her top up, urging her fingers apart until she let it fall.

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bellefille
2011-12-16 01:54 am UTC (link)

As hard as Fleur was trying to pretend that this wasn't anything but Roger helping her -- it was almost impossible not to focus on the way his fingertips touched every inch of her skin that was exposed. It was almost as if he was moving the zipper painfully slow on purpose, knowing that she was hardly able to concentrate on anything but the way her body was shivering as his touch.

Even now, with all the alcohol running through her body, she felt painfully aware of how close he was to her. Her thoughts were clear and clouded at the same time. She was focused solely on the bloke behind her, her breath steady as she couldn't help but listen to the way his breathe hitched as well.She was almost disappointed when he was finished, expecting him to back away and big her goodnight.

And then her body was against his and her top fell to the floor along with the one she had been holding and she let out a noise somewhere in between a gasp and a whimper, arching back into him. Her hands fell idly at her sides, and her hair swept across her shoulders and she closed her eyes unwilling, letting the feeling of his chest behind her replace thoughts of everything else. "Mm. Roger." She wasn't sure if it was a plea for more physical contact, or her way of telling him to stop, or if perhaps the reason she said his name had no other purpose other than the fact that there was literally nothing else on her mind but the man that was standing behind her.

Her head tilted back a bit, and the hands that had been resting at her sides were now behind her, gripping at his thighs. She wasn't sure if she would even be able to get go - scared that if she did, she just might have fallen from the weakness in her knees.

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pridechaser
2011-12-16 02:40 am UTC (link)

He should step away and go back to his room and bolt the shit out of the door. But he didn't want to. He was caught up in the beautiful girl in front of him and he wanted her. So much. And he'd already fucked his relationship pretty well at this point. So why not? It didn't seem so bad, with the alcohol making his veins hot, with the way Fleur trembled underneath his touch. It just wasn't important. He wasn't thinking about it.

Especially not after she made that sound. It was so beautiful, and he wanted to make her do it again. And then hearing his name, breathy and needy? Game over. His hands came up to wrap around her breasts, rough thumbs trailing along her nipples. God, she was perfect. Absolutely perfect. He dipped his head when she arched her neck, running his lips along her shoulder, then trailing up along her neck.

"You can say no," he murmured against her ear, but his body showed no intention of pulling away. Part of him hoped she would, part of him never wanted to hear the word fall from those beautiful lips.

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bellefille
2011-12-16 03:11 am UTC (link)

His hands her were on her breasts now and when his thumbs came her to nipples she moaned, not realizing how much she had been wanting this. And then he was kissing her shoulder and neck and she was moaning more, his lips hot against her skin. She turned her head to whisper his name in his ear again, before she brought one of her hands up behind her her and hooked it in the rim of his pants.

She didn't think anyone had ever given her that option before; to say a no. But she couldn't even speak right now. She wanted him, all of him and right now the consequences of their actions didn't matter to her.

Her hand still against his hip, she turned to face him, leaning up to kiss him on the lips. The kiss was gentle, but filled desire. His closeness, the way his lips felt against hers hand been better than she imagined. Her lips still connected with his, she pushed him onto the bed. Crawling on top of him, with her legs on either side of his waist, she bent down to meet his mouth again. One hand rested on his chest while the other was tangled in that beautiful hair of his as she continued to kiss down to his jaw, then to his neck, and then up to the pulse point just behind his ear.

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pridechaser
2011-12-16 04:14 am UTC (link)

She didn't say no, and Roger's heart leapt a little in his chest when she turned to kiss him. It wasn't like he hadn't snogged Fleur Delacour before, but this was markedly different than sneaking into the rose bushes with her beauty fogging up his every thought. This was want and desire and his every fantasy.

He felt his legs meet the bed and toppled on top of it, feeling a weird sense of loss when they broke apart. His hands were everywhere he could reach, tracing along her thighs, skimming under the lace edge of her knickers. "God, Fleur," he breathed, eyes falling closed as her fingers tangled in her hair and she crawled up his body. He was wearing far too much clothing, still dressed in his dress slacks and shirt, that stupid tie keeping Fleur's lips from sinking too far down his neck.

He wanted to feel Fleur pressed up against his chest, wanted those long legs wrapped around him as he fucked her. She could even leave the stockings on. Her tilted his head up to meet her lips again and kiss away that lovely little smirk, hands abandoning her skin long enough to work at the knot of his tie.

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bellefille
2011-12-16 06:31 am UTC (link)

Fleur had nearly forgotten that she snogged Roger when she went with him to the yule ball. Things were so different now. Back then she thought he was just a silly boy, too smitten with her just like everyone else. And now? She'd do anything to have him look at her the way he was looking at her now. With so much want, nothing about it seeming superficial.

She moaned against his skin, feeling tingles every place that he touched on her body. When his hand went up to his tie, Fleur sat up and bit her lip, smiling above him. She leaned over him, giving him a perfect view of her naked torso as her hair cascaded down her shoulders. Looking down at his tie, she slid her hands up from his hips to his abdomen to his chest until she got to the first button near his collar. Swiftly, she undid each button before pulling him into a sitting position and ripping his shirt off of his shoulders.

Roger helped nudge the shirt off, and she immediately connected their lips again when his arms were free. Her hands slid up his back this time, caressing his muscles until she reached the nape of his neck. Tugging his hair slightly, she pulled his head back so she could nip at his neck again as she began grinding against his cock realizing that the fabric in between them was suddenly too much.

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