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c: alexander ollerton, c: holly shingleton, d: 2027 03, ~ complete, Ω: rp

RP: Missed you.
Who: Alexander & Holly
When: 3/7/27; late evening (backdated)
What: “I’ve missed you.” - Alexander is back from his latest trip
Where: Alexander’s Flat, London
Warnings: Adult!
Status: Complete

Alexander looked at his pack sitting at the foot of his bed pulling his wand from one of the pockets. He had texted Holly earlier that night to let her know that he had once again made it home safe. He chuckled. After all this time she still insisted he let her know once he had gotten back.

With a wave of his wand, he set the coffee pot to brew and the teapot to boil. He wasn’t quite sure where she would arrive but he wanted to be ready.

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Holly had been counting down the minutes until her Alexander returned. Yes, she thought of him - only privately, to herself - as hers.

She was home when she got his text and she set to packing an overnight bag right away, despite the hour. Within twenty minutes she was flooing to his flat, already in comfy pajamas with her feet clad in the flats she’d wear to work in the morning. “Alexander?” She called out, her bulky bag slung over one shoulder. His flat wasn’t large, but she never wanted to be there without him knowing - she felt like that would be an intrusion. Well, more than she already felt herself to be, anyway.

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“In the kitchen!” He hands moving with a dexterity that shone through in his own work. “Coffee or tea?” It was already so late but he found them to be comfort beverages. Setting a sugar bowl and milk he levitated them into the next room and brought them to rest on the small round table that sat by the window.

He crossed the room to her and wrapped a long arm around her waist, his other hand on her cheek and joined his lips to hers.

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Holly savored in the kiss. It felt like it had been too long. Just before his trip she’d been called to her father’s office in Paris for some news, so she’d been away the last few nights before he’d been gone for a week and a half. Two whole weeks apart.

That had never been something that bothered Holly before. But then, she’d never met anyone like Alexander before. There were so many layers to him, the tinkerer in Holly simply needed to know more, even as he often infuriated her!

They had made a public debut, and he didn’t seem to mind her... unusual lifestyle (what with being the only child to perhaps the richest witch and wizard in Britain). He’d met her parents and with the exception of his ridiculous first reaction to learning who her father was (which honestly she just tried not to think about) he had for in well with them, except maybe being a bit more quiet than the Shingletons. Ofcourse, she still held back - they hadn’t had a “title” conversation nor one about exclusivity but Alexander hadn’t seemed to her like the type to... get around. She also still hadn’t told him of her origins.

But that didn’t matter tonight. She had missed him and she hoped (oh how she hoped! As much as that drove her mad!) that he had missed her, too.

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The way she melted into his kiss made him want to pick her up and carry her into the bedroom right there and then. There was something about her that made him lose the control he mastered in his daily work.

He let his hands wander from her waist down to her arse, he loved the way she fit so perfectly in his hands. There would plenty of time to regale her with his travels, he thought as he let his hand fall around her thigh guiding it to wrap around him.

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Holly giggled a little bit into their kiss when his hand wrapped her thigh around him. Smiling as she parted from his lips she asked, mostly joking, “you didn’t miss me or anything, did you?” And then she kissed him again, dropping her bag to the floor to wrap her arms around him.

Could he really be so turned on by her in just her pajamas, with her hair up in a messy, slap-dash bun? She hadn’t put make-up on for the late hour, she certainly wasn’t in anything form-fitting (rather it was a far-too-large plain white tee shirt and red plaid sleep-pants). A hand wandered aimlessly to card through his long dark hair, softer than any man’s had any right to be. She loved his hair. She tugged it lightly, letting him know without saying it that she wanted him just as badly as he seemed to want her.

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He let out a moan as he felt his hair pull taut at his scalp. “Obviously.” He smiled wrapping his hand around his hands around her thighs and walking back into the bedroom.

He laid her down on the bed seeing that smile, slightly crooked with her gently biting her bottom lip. It was intoxicating as he lowered himself down kissing at her neck, biting her collarbone before bucking his head up behind her ear. “Did you miss me?” He whispered.

He knew the answer but he’d been trying to open himself up since New Years. More vocal, less controlled.

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Holly giggled when he lifted her - he could so easily just toss her around like a rag doll! He was so strong and held her so securely, but there was a gentleness to it that made her melt, too.

When he laid her down and then whispered in her ear like that she purred in response. “Oh, yes, I did very much so.” And then tugged his hair lightly to bring his face back to her own, kissing him soundly. “Two weeks is much too long to go without your hands,” she said, peppering the words with kisses in between, “and your lips,” she said next, then, “and your body.” Her voice dipped low on the last, and she finished with a punishing kiss that made her point obvious.

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With that kiss, he lifted himself off the bed pulling his shirt over his head, his chest swelling and falling with each breath before joining her again using his forearms to push the shirt up under her arms so that her breasts showed underneath its hem

“Maybe next time you could spirit yourself away.” He ran his thumbs gently over her breasts feeling her twitch with every centimeter he moved. He liked this feeling, her response to him barely touching her. Alexander didn’t consider himself prideful but it made him feel powerful as if he alone had unknown magic that caused her to respond. “It’s not like I’m always stuck in some ruins.”

He pinched, twisting slightly. “And it does get lonely at night without you.”

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The laugh that bubbled up out of her was cut off sharply as she gasped suddenly at his touch. It was like a start button to her - his fingers knew exactly how to twist and turn her into wetness and neediness, nearly immediately.

One night stands had nothing on how well Alexander knew her.

Well, knew her body.

She recovered her senses long enough to sit up slightly underneath him and pull the oversized tee-shirt fully off of her body. Sitting back on her elbows this time she cocked her head, “it’s not like I can just up and leave for a jungle, and besides, it goes both ways. I was in Paris, you could have come to see me.” She didn’t say, though, that a visit this particular visit may have been a bit much as she’d been busy with her father on professional matters.

Oh, though, that reminded her, she hadn’t told him the good news yet.

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“Next time I leave, let me know if you’ll be out of the country. I’d rather disapparate to a dinner for two.” He sat up noticing the gears in her head beginning to turn.

“What’s on your mind?” His fingertips still gliding across her skin.
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She chuckled, “yes, apparate all the way to France. Bloody smart way to find yourself splinched at the bottom of the English Channel.” She gave him an affectionate smile, though, half-naked underneath him, to let him know there was no venom in her words. “You know you can always use my Dad’s private portkey office, you’re on the enchantment list to be allowed in.” She had told him as much, but he seemed reluctant, which she supposed it did seem quite an extravagance.

“On my mind? Oh, well, Paris.” Her father had wanted to personally let her know she’d been promoted to Engineering Associate, and she would be shepherding in the new crop of interns in the summer. He’d also brought up other things but those were... well, not a conversation to have while half-naked.

“Good news, I promise, but it can wait ‘til dinner, I’m cold and need a large, too-hot man to warm me up. Know anyone up to the job?” She asked, a slight, girlish whine in her voice, her lips pouting in a way that was much more adult, nearly begging him.

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Alexander smiled kissing her before moving down her body. His fingertips crept back up her stomach to her chest where his hand and mouth lingered. “I think I know someone.” It was as if they had never stopped to chat, her body reacting to the slight pressure of his teeth.

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Holly gasped at his renewed attention to her tits. There was something about it that nothing in this world compared to. She was already wet, already ready to beg him, just from these particular attentions.

“‘Xander,” she moaned, her hands scrabbling up to pull her top off completely, and then moving to his back to rake her nails up the exposed flesh there. She needed more - more of him, more of anything right now. Her feet came up behind him to uselessly push at his pants, her hands coming between them to untie her fuzzy pajama pants and try worthlessly to push them down as well. She felt nearly dizzy with need. “Help,” she yelped out, loathe to have him move away from her skin but also just plain desperate for more.

When he did, a chill hit her chest and she shivered, not just from the cold of course. He pulled her pants and panties down slowly, torturing her, and then did the same with his (more quickly, she noticed), and then he crawled back up her body. Alexander moved them both up the bed so her head lay on his pillows - they smelled of him, despite his absence, and she loved his scent - and moved over her once again, going back to what he’d been doing - teasing, pinching, licking at her breasts.

“Need you,” she whined, and he laughed, one hand moving slowly - so slowly! - down her body to part her folds. It was his turn to gasp as his large finger found her dripping for him at first touch.

“Merlin, I love how you react to me,” he said in a whisper, his voice low and husky and nearly broken over how much she wanted him.

“Just you,” she whined, nearly out of her mind with need. “Please, touch me,” she begged, and then in one swift movement his fingers were inside her and teasing her clit and she could have cried with relief.

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He skin felt everything. So sensitive as her nails dug into his back. He groaned noticing her struggling to rid herself of the nuisance of clothing.

It was torture watching her back arch as his fingers filled her. He felt a twitch. His was aching, jealous of his own fingers as he thumbed her clit. Her ass could fit in the palm of his hand and it eclipsed her pussy so perfectly. “Can I?” He asked her permission, his free hand wanting so badly to wrap around his dick but he knew what he really wanted: Her. But he wanted so badly to tease himself. Them. Together.

He plunged a second finger inside, his thumb firmly on her clit. “I need an answer.” His voice was raspy but forceful. It was up to her. He was wholly hers and subject to her whim regardless of his own desires or his body’s reactions.

He ran his fingertips around her breasts waiting patiently, uncomfortably, for her own response.

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Holly moaned again, her voice low and dangerous. She made him wait though, loving hearing her own desperation mirrored in his voice. His groans did things to her. He was so big, he eclipsed her body entirely, he was so strong and so much older and yet here he was, practically begging her. It made her feel powerful in a way she’d rarely felt in her life.

He wanted her - completely, body and soul, it sometimes felt - and feeling wanted in any way was something Holly had always struggled with. After all, even her parents hadn’t wanted her. Being thrown away did things to a person, especially just a kid, after all.

She was reaching her peak - his hands were everywhere and the more he thumbed her clit she felt herself climbing, climbing, and then finally she crashed, cumming hard and fast, whispering his name over and over and dizzy with the crescendo. Once she came down, she nodded at him, “Yes,” she whispered, her eyes wide on what she could see of his body.

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He remained waiting. His fingers pulsing against her tightening muscles. Everything in him wanted to feel himself filling her up as she bucked against his palm.

“Yes,” he heard her gasp and a smirk flash across his face as he took himself in his free hand slowly tracing the hardness from tip to base as he closed his hand around the shaft pumping slowly. He could feel himself breathing again as the touch relieve some of his tension. “Thank you.” He extended pulling his fingers out to feel her swollen clit.

He reared back so she could see. His hand wandering down her thigh to her ass giving it a light squeeze. The smirk returned to his face and removed his hand from her clit and mirrored it to the one on her ass.

Hiking her up, her head on the topmost third of the pillows he lowered himself to her stomach kissing her, biting her, moving lower with every embrace until he buried himself in her. Tasting her.