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Tweak says, "We were only pretending."

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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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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