RP: Like Goldilocks, Only Better Date: Unknown as of yet Rating: Probably NC-17, but there's no real knowing yet Characters: Ferrol, Brian Prompt: 50. Writer's Choice Summary: Ferrol needs a place to stay while in England, since the manor has been taken over by Muggleborns. Somehow breaking into Brian's place makes a lot of sense.
Ferrol moved through the flat as if it were his. When he arrived and entered, he had put the relatively small duffle—got to love subtle spells that enlarged the insides—inside the door to the spare room and helped himself to the shower. It had been a very long day of travelling, and frankly airports and airplanes still scared the shit out of him.
At least fear of flying wasn’t something unknown in the Muggle world. Some Muggles were sane enough to be terrified out of their heads about it, too. If there had been another way to get into England right now, Ferrol would have done it, but this had been the quickest way to get in and he’d taken it.
He was toweling off when he heard the key in the door. For all that he’d made himself at home, he had left everything in its place, even leaving the lights as they’d been when he’d arrived, but he could tell by the way Brian jiggled his keys in his hand for a moment before tossing them in the dish that held them that the other man sensed something off.
Ferrol heard the Muggle businessman set everything down, a sound that Ferrol was familiar with—the loosening of a tie about the neck, even as the other man prowled back through his large flat. Though he found nothing—the duffel was on the far side of the dresser from the door—he still seemed ill at ease, but headed for the bedroom anyway.
It was only as Brian was taking off his jacket that Ferrol moved, silent as a ghost, behind him, with a speed that had always marked him as an excellent Keeper. It was surprise that gave him the proper leverage to press the man face first, arms bound by the half-off jacket against the wall, and the proper stance and natural strength that allowed him to keep him there for a moment.
Ferrol wasn’t stupid; he knew Brian would fight back and that they were in all likelihood evenly matched enough that it would hurt like hell. So he talked quick, though his voice was deep and amused. “Hi, Brian. I was in town and thought I’d drop in for a visit, hope you don’t mind.” Ferrol hadn’t had a chance to dress; he wore only a towel and a few beads of water, and his hair was still damp and mussed. His lips brushed that sensitive spot he knew lay behind Brian’s ear, relying somewhat on the other man’s sense memory to trigger recognization.
The worst that could happen is Brian would try to kick his arse to hell and back, and that might be fun or might not. He might have to sleep in a hotel room, and yeah, Natalie might get pissy with him too, but he rather thought his friend would be more amused at his daring than anything.
Besides, Brian needed to learn to lighten up and have fun.