Victoire Ffion Weasley (slyveela) wrote in bearandbarnacle, @ 2008-10-20 15:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | jackthread, minervathread, other, teddythread, victoirepost |
Victoire Weasley: Other (A Need or Three Fulfilled)
Victoire has come to a Decision. This is not unusual as Victoire is a decisive sort, but this one she has made will be for the Good of Margate. (She, like her father and most of the decent Slytherins, had a tendency to think in capitals.) She, like so many, was trapped here in this town- facing a sea so unlike the one she grew up with. No cliffs, no distant view of Wales on clear days. And nothing to keep her entertained and occupied as Teddy was too easily distracted by the mystery surrounding the town to permit endless days of shagging. She could only pout so long before she needed something else to do.
And Margate was sorely lacking in a store of an adult nature from which she could purchase items to distract Teddy from his Ravenclaw nature.
The Decision was only natural and logical, and of course, Right. She would open a store for the lovers in the town- she had seen enough of those: the men who ran the pub, the American and that blue man, and she was beginning to wonder about the two Victorians. Suffice it to say, this town needed a reputable source for articles of romance and hedonism. And Victoire needed an occupation.
Now she only needs a shop with an attached flat... and a good amount of start up capital. And an investor who could see the benefit (socially and financially) for such venture. Victoire had just the person in mind.
But first she had to tell Teddy...
Victoire: *slips her robe off, letting it slide to the floor and leaving her only in one of teddy's button up shirts.... mostly unbuttoned* *climbs rather predatorily onto the foot of the bed, hands sliding up Teddy's legs* Teddy...
Teddy: *one foot twitches absently at the slide of her hands and he frowns, burrowing under the pillow, mumbling* Gerroff.
Victoire: *huffs at him and pulls the blankets off him and licks up the center of his back as she comes up over him* Non, mon amour. You must wake.
Teddy: *shivers at the trail of her tongue, back arching a little under her and he groans, dragging the pillow away, half-contemplating to bat at the intruder with it but mostly to reply, really* M'wakin', am, am.
Victoire: *slips her hands along his sides and slightly under him* I do not believe you, Teddy Remus Lupin.
Teddy: *grumbles in response, but he cracks an eye open to look at her, deliberately mirroring her icy blue ones to prove he's coherent enough* *eyebrow quirk*
Victoire: *smiles rather brightly as if she hasn't just woken him up from a nap* Bonjour!
Teddy: *chuckles quietly, twisting around onto his back and stretching his arms up* Mmhm, salut to you too, Vic.
Victoire: *rises onto her knees to let him move, leaving her straddling his waist as he settles again* *runs her hands admiringly over his chest, distracted for the moment by his bare chest*
Teddy: *eyes drift closed at the brush of her hands, still a bit groggy but his lips quirk as he murmurs* Alright?
Victoire: *looks back to his face and smles beautifully* Mmm, oui. I am. Ce va?
Teddy: *lazy smile, one hand rising to caress her cheek blindly, replying in drawling French* Ca va bien. Et toi? What're prowling about for?
Victoire: *leans to his hand, her thumbs picking up a light sweep over his chest* Moi? I am not prowling. *offers him a very sweet look*
Teddy: *eyes open again, their natural hazel, to fix her with a bit of a Look*
Victoire: *laughs quietly* I have had an idea. For what to do for money here. And to keep us busy, yes?
Teddy: *raises an eyebrow at this, pushing a hand through his shaggy hair* Go on.
Victoire: There are many people who are stuck here, yes? But have found someone to be with.
Teddy: *brows knit a little* M'not entirely sure what you're getting at, love.
Victoire: They cannot travel to somewhere to buy things to make their relationships or their love making more interesting. And there is nothing here.
Teddy: *pauses for a long moment, blinking at her, then his eyes widen a fraction*
Victoire: *smiles as he understands* It would be the perfect business, yes? For wizards and muggles here. And we could hold regular hours but also offer appointments for those whoa re particularly shy.
Teddy:: I—Vic, m'not exactly experienced in shopkeeping. *wryly* Or making what you're suggesting.
Victoire: *shrugs* I am. Or at least selling similar items. And Aunt Tsura has been making metal vibrators to sell at Uncle George's shops for years now. But- *she taps his chest lightly* We can order things from out of Margate. Professor McGonagall says this is possible.
Teddy:: *blinks at the tap, looking at her finger then back up at her* Post and people can come in, but not the other way... I wonder how you'd make the order, then. *pauses to consider this for a moment*
Victoire: *rolls her eyes at him* That is not the point, Teddy.
Teddy:: *smiles apologetically* I've more questions about this place than answers, can't help it sometimes. *shakes his head then pushes up a little to lean against the headboard, a bit amused and exasperated* Alright. Don't suppose I can stop you after you've got an idea, right? *chuckles*
Victoire: *smiles brightly at his acquiescence and she bends down to kissing him on the lips quickly* Mmm. I am much like my parents sometimes?
Teddy: *wryly* Never sometimes; almost always.
Victoire: Who do you think I am more like then? Maman? Or Papa?
Teddy: *folds his arms behind his head, grinning at her* You know you look like your Maman. There're times that you very much remind me of your Papa.
Victoire: *resumes rubbing his chest slowly skimming over his nipples* Mmm. Do I threaten to feed you to Unchi Charlie's dragons?
Teddy: *shivers at the brush of her fingers, shifting a little against the pillows* Hardly. *very bad attempt at being teasing* Though you manage to kill me loads of times.
Victoire: *presses her hips down to him as he shifts under her* *rolls her eyes fondly at him though they spark rather wickedly* Do you wish to be killed again now?
Teddy: *reaches out to brush his fingertips along her cheek, smiling again* Actually, I want to know more about this business plan of yours.
Victoire: **rubs her face to his hands then stares at him in shock before she smirks at him and starts to rock her hips back and forward over his flies as she talks*Oh yes? How much more Teddy?
Teddy: *draws in a quick breath as she starts to move, hand sliding to a rest along her shoulder* *evenly* Premises? Products?
Victoire: *arches one eyebrow and decides to tell him- in detail- about all the products she plans on carrying*