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vox_the_viper ([info]vox_the_viper) wrote in [info]anon_rpg,
@ 2012-06-05 18:34:00

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Entry tags:!thread, c: hestia jones, p: jackie, retired c: walden vox macnair, retired p: michelle

Who: Vox Macnair and Hestia Jones
What: Chance meeting
Where: At the Ministry
When: Backdated. June 3rd, Mid-afternoon
Status: Incomplete/Closed
Rating: PG-13ish



Vox was strutting down the Ministry hallway, robes long ago abandoned to the rag pile, and his filthy grey tee-shirt shredded and blood stained at his right shoulder. He could have easily healed the insignificant wound and even mended his clothing; by the time he reached his offices, he'd have to drop the self-pleasure from his movements and paint on a more stoic expression. The large, bloody sword he carried should have been stowed as well, but Vox found no one objected that loudly while he was carrying his sword, and he liked that. He'd come from besting a violent and senile sphinx determined to guard a treasure that, for all Vox could determine, no longer existed. Senile in this case referred only to its confusion, not its ability to lay waste. The fight had been dangerous, a near thing, and the victory had left Vox positively radiant with glee.

Still walking down the hall to his own theme song in his head, Vox almost passed the witch that came out of a nearby doorway before his brain caught up with his eyes. The witch was Hestia Jones, his most recent conquests and the topic of his fantasies. Caught completely off guard, Vox's mouth gaped in stunned displeasure for long seconds. And then his mind exploded with ramification.

He'd never slept with anyone from the office before. It had always been such a blatantly bad idea that he'd managed to abstain. After all, he could hardly take what he wanted from a coworker and then face them with his carefully created mask of humorless competency the next day. Hestia, though, stood before him, and he was completely gobsmacked, completely at a loss. He'd been basically pleasant with her, true, but she had hardly escaped the venture without far greater insight into his desires than he could tolerate being generally known at the Ministry. His first instinct was to kill her in a broom closet.

For some reason, he hid the sword behind his back as he dragged himself ramrod straight and seemed to freeze, like a guilty child. He actually grimaced and scratched the back of his head before speaking.

"You're a witch, then." Unable to suppress the slight growl of frustration, he added, "You're a much better liar than I would have given you credit for."



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[info]vox_the_viper
2012-06-07 03:12 pm UTC (link)
When Vox caught the amusement on her face, he quirked an eyebrow. She had him badly off balance, teetering between his tightly coiled work persona and something closer to the hunter, and though she might not know why he was off balance, she was amused in her position of power. All reasoning fell aside when he saw that smile, and when she lifted her mouth for a kiss, demanding his response, his lips spread to a smile before returning her caress. Though seemingly unschooled, Hestia certainly knew how to play his game.

He twined his hand behind her neck and deepened the kiss, taking the opportunity to remind both of them of their connection. Though part of him demanded dominance to regain control of the situation, he was much smarter than to allow it reign. He kept the kiss slow and sensual, heated in the most intimate sense, and he was aching to make good on his promises when she pulled away.

Though he had already given her permission to ask her questions, they were hardly welcome after that kiss.

"I was a Slytherin. Seeker on the Quidditch team. I read a great deal, and I got outstanding marks. More prevalent to the immediate conversation," he brushed her hair off her shoulder and allowed his fingers to trail along the underside of her arm, "I've never kissed anyone in this office before. So that was a first."

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[info]ex_alluringl235
2012-06-07 03:15 pm UTC (link)
In the moments that passed from their ardent kiss, Hestia felt herself take over the caretaker role; her hands were hovering over him and she was trying to do complex magic with her wand, his shoulder the focus on her attention. As he trailed the skin on her arm, Hestia's eyes fluttered closed briefly, taking in not only the way his kiss made her want to be on her back, spread out underneath him, but now the feeling of complacency with his touch. it was an addiction, one that she welcomed with every part of her body that shuddered and became heated when he even spoke to her.

Perhaps it was shock when he said that he never kissed anyone in his office before her, but Hestia put her wand down behind her and turned back to him, a curious but genuine look on her face. "Why," she said as she moved to kiss his good shoulder, and then his neck as she whispered "Not?"

If control was something that he wanted, he'd have to learn that she wanted him terribly, almost to a point where even if he told her no, Hestia would still come after him with her eyes half open and a grin on her face. He was older, mysterious, sexy; things that any woman would want in a man but even more because he chose her.

Hestia made a point to pull back from him without kissing him, her hand still hovering over his shoulder to heal him. Her training came in useful for protecting herself and, apparently, others. "I'd like to keep doing that, Seeker."

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[info]vox_the_viper
2012-06-07 05:26 pm UTC (link)
Vox accepted her kisses and caresses happily enough, though he shot a locking charm at his door. Somehow he'd gotten caught up on the witch and he was breaking all his own rules. He convinced himself that he could hardly have foreseen this turn of affairs as his palms smoothed over her shoulders.

"Here, I pride myself on my efficiency," he admitted and gave her a smile. "Snogging witches in my office hardly qualifies."

He could feel her healing magic even as she leaned into him and offered him more. Another first for his office, perhaps? Though he should hardly be considering it, he was considering little else as he pressed closer to her.

"Then we'd like the same thing."

Unable to stop the wicked inclination, he gripped her waist and lifted her to the edge of his desk. Sliding his hands up her legs, he lifted the fabric of her robe, nudged her eager thighs apart, and moved between them. His fingers trailed over her neck and down her arms before returning to skim along her sides, grazing the sides of her breasts. Done with waiting, he captured her mouth in a demanding kiss, his grip tightening at her hip and the hand upon her back pulling her close.

He tore his mouth free long enough to whisper, "I've been thinking about this."

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[info]ex_alluringl235
2012-06-08 01:47 am UTC (link)
Professionalism was something that had everything to do with their lives but in that moment, Hestia was more worried about the efficiency of his body hitting hers and how his hands always found the sensitive parts on her skin. Damn him for making her squirm like that!

However, the kiss came and caught her with such fury that she thought she was going to fall into right into him; his hand was supporting her but she was pushing back against him, her hands moving away from his shoulder to his waist, fingers digging into as much skin of his that she could find.

Maybe she thought she was never going to see him again.
Maybe.

"All the time," she rushed, her hips instinctively rocking up against his. Thinking about it didn't really cover what she had been doing over the past few days when he crossed her mind but Hestia was proactively trying to push that way from her mind. She wanted to take their robes off and let him have her right there, like he did the other night when she gave up but, but, they were at work and she couldn't. No.

"Vox, we, we cant," she moaned as her breasts pushed involuntarily against his chest, her heavy eyes tightening. "Someone may ca-a-atch us, I want you to come home."

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[info]vox_the_viper
2012-06-08 11:41 pm UTC (link)
With her writhing against him and searching for his skin, Vox wasn't thrilled with the interruption, but her words managed to jar his hunger out of the dominant position and kick start his rational mind. Of course he shouldn't be acting this irresponsibly, but the real problem was that she wanted to go home. As long as they'd been kissing, he hadn't been forced to make a real decision about her. She knew way too much, and it wasn't that his behavior had been outstandingly inappropriate up to this point, but he'd taken such pains to keep his two lives separate; the first time he let her out of his sight, he would no longer have the ability to contain the bleeding over. Even if he wasn't going to kill or obliviate her, which he probably should, continuing their affair was madness.

Still, as he stared down at her, absently running his hands over her skin, the little boy in him determined to get exactly what he wanted suggested Vox could manage the situation. He could swear her to secrecy and he could be good; if he kept her, it was only a matter of time before someone knew of their connection, so silencing her would only become increasingly impossible. He would have to be good.

"Are you sure we should do this?" he asked. "It isn't going to help either of our reputations."

Before she could agree with him and walk out of his office for good, Vox lowered his mouth for a quick but thorough kiss, a groan slipping from him as he pulled back.

"I want to," he breathed. "I really, really want to."

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[info]ex_alluringl235
2012-06-09 06:13 am UTC (link)
She was thinking so hard that her head was starting to hurt- he asked her if she was sure, and well, was she? Their reputations at stake, snogging in his office, her robes pushed up with his waist between them. She looked down and then back up at him, a rather confused and blissful smile on her face. It was so incredibly unfair of him to put that decision on her and she would have told him so, incredibly so but then he kissed her and she moaned into him, her hands flying to his face as she took the time to enjoy this.

Because, you see, he wanted to.

Hestia looked at him searchingly and then looked back onto his desk. Though it had paperwork on it, she didn't see anything that wasn't entirely important or replaceable. Forget going home, she wanted to ruin his desk and not his reputation.

For a minute, she thought better of it but pulled him closer to her, her lips and tongue searching his throat, then his chin and finally his mouth. She wasn't going to leave him yet, not like this. "Just a little bit more," she begged with vigor, one of her hands pulling her robe up for him to have better access to her bare skin. "Can we? A little bit, and then we can do whatever you want to do."

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