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Tweak says, "YEAH!!"

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
2011-12-16 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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