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John Dawlish (jdisnotamused) wrote in afreshrpg,
@ 2012-08-26 03:28:00

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character: dorcas meadowes, retired: john dawlish, time: 1998-08

WHO: Dorcas Meadowes and John Dawlish
WHEN: Saturday evening, August 25th
WHERE: Dorcas' flat.
WHAT: Reconnecting after years.
RATING: NSFW!
STATUS: Closed. In progress.

To say he’d been surprised when he’d realized that Dorcas was still alive was an understatement of grand proportions. Idiotic was also about how he was feeling when he’d realized that she’d been back for longer than a few days. She’d been the reason that John had known how to defend himself as a first and second year, back when he’d still been a scrawny, undersized kid. And she’d ‘died’ while he’d still be in school. They hadn’t been equal friends back then, but J.D. had thought about her fondly for a long time. Knowing that she was alive was a surprisingly big bright spot in his week.

He arrived at her flat and knocked firmly on the door, realizing as he did that the last time he’d seen her, she’d been barely out of Hogwarts, and he’d still been a kid.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-14 11:01 pm UTC (link)

Her mind and body were in two different planes all together. One one hand, her body wanted to tear his clothes off, yank his head back with his hair, and bite his neck. But her mind was warring underneath all of that, reeling with fear and anticipation and need and more fear.

She gasped when he pulled back from her, nearly unable hold herself back, wanting only to crush her mouth against his again. She breathed deeply, all but panting, as she tried to fill her lungs with air. Him actually saying the word 'bed' made it feel all too really to her.

"A-are you sure?" her eyes searched his somewhat frantically. Having been alone for nearly twenty years had done a good job of convincing Dorcas that she didn't deserve this sort of thing, and that she'd never have it. "If this isn't what you want..."

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-14 11:41 pm UTC (link)

Goddamn it. Whoever had stolen her confidence was going to die a painful death. John bit back a growl. He was going to make sure that they regretted their existence. The fiery, confident and colorful woman he remembered was buried underneath uncertainty, and he massaged the back of her neck gently. He wanted to draw her out again. Remind her of who she was. With his eyes open and honest, he looked her straight in the eye, hoping that his expression showed the raw, hungry need he felt.

He might have to be crude. Taking of her hands, he brought it down between them and pressed it against his rock hard cock. “Does it feel like I don’t want this?” His voice was ragged. “I want you. So fucking much.” He kissed her, and it was a study in contradictions. Soft and tender and deep, convincing her as thoroughly as possible with lips and teeth and tongue.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-15 12:13 am UTC (link)

She yelped when he took her hands, pressing them firmly against his groin. But once the contact was made, she found herself groaning, her head falling back as all of her muscles tensed with need.

Dorcas lifted her head back up when he kissed her, and in a way she sensed his inner conflict as it mingled with her own. There was that same, white hot need and want, and that same sense of hesitation that was dancing around each other's intents and emotions.

"I need this," she admitted, not even sure how or why they'd gotten to the point they were at. But Dorcas wanted it with every fiber of her being.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-15 12:23 am UTC (link)

That admittance settled things. John wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her close, bending his head to kiss the side of her jaw. Moving his mouth down her neck, he nipped at the hollow of her throat. Fuck. He didn’t want to move. He wanted her right then and there. But… “Bedroom.” He stated, his voice gruff and low against her skin, his tongue daring out to taste her.

Using his leverage on her waist, he shifted forward and stood up, holding her to him.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-15 12:28 am UTC (link)

She almost didn't want him to take her to the bedroom. It meant moving and it meant that there would be time, even only a few minutes, between now and then, and he might change his mind. She was so sick with need she thought she might die if he decided against the direction they were going.

When he stood, her legs wrapped around his waist. She wondered if that was the right thing to do, but it always looked sexy in movies, so she went with it. Dorcas buried her face in his neck, tasting and nipping at the skin just beneath his jawline.

Then she realized that he'd never been to her house before. "Over there," she gasped, clutching his shoulder tightly with one arm and gesturing with the other. Dorcas and Lindsay had bedrooms on opposite sides of the flat, and it would've been weird to end up shagging on Lindsay's bed, for sure.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-15 01:10 am UTC (link)

John let out a groan as her mouth moved against his jaw. Sooner they got to this fucking bedroom, the better. With her legs wrapped around his waist like that, he just wanted to press her up against the nearest wall. One of his hands slid down her back to palm her arse firmly, dragging his hand down to her thigh, finger wrapping around it and sliding upwards a little. Walking as quickly as he could, John made straight for the direction that Dorcas gestured to. Pushing the door to her bedroom open with one quick nudge of his foot, he made straight for the bed.

Bending forward, he set her down, one knee on the bed nudged between her legs. Leaning back from her, he reached down and swiftly ripped his shirt off and up over his head. Chest bare, he bent down over her body, both hands working up under the hem of her shirt. As he lifted it, he caressed the skin it revealed with his mouth, tongue and lips moving over every bare inch.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-15 02:19 am UTC (link)

Dorcas couldn't help feeling relieved when her back hit the soft mattress of the bed. Finally. If she had to wait much longer, she knew she would burst.

Thankful that Lindsay worked nights, Dorcas heard herself cry out a bit when she felt his knee part her legs. Just that simple action had her shuddering with sheer ecstasy. It was such a simple movement, yet so very sexy at the same time. She'd never really thought about it like that before. Romance novels certainly couldn't capture the heat of the moment.

She reached out for him, but he'd pulled back to remove his shirt. Merlin, she thought, and groaned when she saw just how good the years had been to him. He was well sculpted, and even in the dim light she could see the contours and definitions of the muscles in his chest.

Yes, there was a part of her that wanted to take things slowly. But the larger part of her was feverishly desperate for connection and a release of a pressure that had been building in her abdomen ever since the moment she'd first felt his skin. Her hands tangled in his hair as he pressed his lips and hands on her skin, and gripping tightly, she couldn't help pulling his face back up to hers so that she could kiss him with all of the passion that had been building up, her teeth sinking into his lower lip. A sound that was a cross between a whimper and a moan escaped her mouth and got lost in his own.

Twenty years, she reminded herself, was a long time to go without wanting.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-15 02:54 am UTC (link)

Her skin tasted good. Better than good. The way she tugged his face up, and the sharp sting of her teeth on his lower lip, went straight to his groin. Fuck yes. John growled, hands moving around her ribs and tugging her up tight against him. He kissed her back hard, teeth knocking together, swallowing the delectable noise that slipped out of her and into his mouth. Nudging his knee more firmly between her legs, he broke away from her mouth to grab hold of her shirt with both hands and tug it upwards over her head.

Throwing it aside, he sat back from her for a second, eyes taking her in with one heated look. “Fucking gorgeous.” His voice was a low, rough sound. J.D. slid his hands up her ribs, palms settling over her breasts, his thumbs rubbing roughly against her nipples. Bending forward, he wrapped his lips around one, tongue curling and sucking just this side of rough on it.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-22 05:10 am UTC (link)

She winced a brief moment when their teeth clashed, a little shocked by the sudden bump in the way things were going. But it barely stopped them. No sooner had she caught her breath was she squirming out of her shirt as he pulled it over her shoulders, She shuddered and moaned when he took control of her chest, back instinctively arching in order to press her body towards his, her fingernails raking along his spine as she gasped in pleasure.

Before Dorcas even realized what she was doing, her legs had come up on either side of him and she was reaching towards his waste, wondering if he would notice how her hands were shaking as she tried to find his belt in the dark.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-22 06:07 pm UTC (link)

John groaned against her skin, his back arching and his hips rocking forward as her nails dragged down his back. His hand curved around her thigh as she lifted her legs around him, sliding his palm down to her knee and tugging her closer. Her hands at his waist distracted him, and he could feel her shaking as she tried to fumble his belt off. Reaching down, he caught her hand gently in his and sat back slowly. His eyes moved over her body with a heat that was almost palpable. He let go of her hand and undid his belt slowly. A tiny breath of relief shot through him as he got his jeans undone and relieved some pressure. John stripped out of them and kicked them to the side, and then refocused his attention on her.

He trailed his knuckles over her stomach slowly, bringing his hands to the fastening of her jeans.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-25 03:44 pm UTC (link)

Dorcas felt a shot of panic go through her body when he caught her hand and pulled it away from her belt, and she gasped, her eyes opening to search his face to figure what she'd done wrong. Could he tell she hadn't really done anything like this before? Her hand fluttered back down next to her when he released her, and she trembled in her breathing as she watched him undo his belt. Dorcas's stomach felt full of butterflies, her skin raising with goose-pimples as she watched him remove his pants. She couldn't help it, and her eyes slid closed, a soft moan escaping her throat.

She flinched a little when she felt his hand touch her skin, and her eyes opened. She relaxed when she realized it was him, and offered him a smile to reassure him. Even with the heat of the moment so primal within her, Dorcas reached out to touch his cheek with the tip of her fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin and sighing gently as she physically reassured herself that this was okay.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-28 05:52 am UTC (link)

His eyes fixed on hers, one side of his mouth lifted in a slight but warm smile as she reached up and touched his cheek. The intimacy was startling. And he was surprised to find that he didn’t mind it. At all.

John’s fingers smoothed down her stomach, tugging the clasp of her jeans open. “Lift for me.” He told her, his voice a quiet, growly rasp of heat in the quiet room. With her help, he swiftly removed her jeans, sliding them off her legs and tossing them aside. John’s eyes darkened as he took a second to just look at her. Fuck. She was beautiful. Bending forward, he kissed her bare stomach, tongue darting out against her skin. He slid one of his hands slowly up her leg, thumb rubbing teasingly against her inner thigh as he got higher and higher.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-30 03:58 am UTC (link)

Dorcas squirmed a bit, helping him to ease her out of her jeans. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, and she felt her cheeks grow warm with a flush. She'd never been exposed like this before, even with her husband, the sex had not been intimate at all. Just to know that he was looking at her body, taking in every curve and flaw made her shiver with embarrassment and shyness.

Feeling his lips on her stomach made her giggle. It might not have been intentional, but suddenly she was laughing and couldn't help herself. Her hands fluttered up to the back of his head, stroking his neck with the edges of her nails, but gently. Her eyes slid closed again and she arched towards him as he slid his hands along her legs. Dorcas brought her knees up around him on either side of his body, pressing against hips. She wanted to just press her whole body against him, feel every curve of his body against her own.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-30 05:50 pm UTC (link)

When she started laughing, John's own lips curved up into a grin against her stomach. He moved his mouth a little lower down, tongue teasing her skin slowly and playfully. His fingers stroked up the inside of her thigh, his hips pushing forward as she pressed her knees into him. As much as he wanted to just sink into her right then and there, he wanted to make it memorable for her. Make it something special. She was a little more important than what he wanted.

Sliding a little further down her body, his hand wrapped around her thigh, gently nudging her leg out further. His thumb stroked against the soft, tender skin, and he turned his head, kissing the inside of her thigh gently and slowly, giving her a second to adjust to exactly what he was intending.

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