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Tweak says, "I'm walkin' on sunshine!"

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

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!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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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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