forevertrouble (forevertrouble) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-11-24 22:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 11, former character: minerva longbottom |
RP/Introspective: Minerva Longbottom
Who: Minerva Longbottom, Adam Blackstock (NPC)
Where: Adam's flat, then Diagon Alley
When: November 24-25, 2024 (after midnight, early morning hours)
Rating/Warnings: Adult
Summary: Minerva wakes up at a friend's flat, and realizes she doesn't want to stay the night
She could see him clearly from where she stood, but her feet were encased in mud and she couldn't move. They had gone to the park and Minerva had drunk way too much and her head was pounding with a headache, and a burpy acid taste in the back of her mouth. Atlas helped her to walk, stopping her from falling into a bush and she had giggled and hiccuped while he rescued her from going arse over teacup.
He then pulled her close, and it began to rain. Minerva put her arms around Atlas' neck and then they were kissing. She tasted old, punky wine as they kissed - and curried chicken. That was odd, since they didn't have curry that night. They had Greek food, didn't they?
His arm was too heavy around her waist, and she pushed it off. Atlas frowned and pulled back. His eyes turned yellow, and he bared animal teeth at her. He growled. Minerva screamed, and then he was pushed to the ground. A wolf had flown out of no where and was on top of Atlas' chest. Minerva screamed again and tried to get her wand, but all she could find were licorice whips in her purse. She wanted to run and get help, but her feet wouldn't move. They were encased in mud. From the rain.
She looked and the wolf tore Atlas' throat out, and blood spurt everywhere.
"Noooo!"
Minerva woke up in darkness, her heart beating so hard she was worried she was having a heart attack. She opened her eyes, and saw semi-familiar furniture. Quidditch Equipment in a corner. And then the movement of someone next to her - an arm which she had thrown off her in sleep went across her waist again.
Adam That's right, she had met up with Adam that night - they'd gone out for curry and Minerva had drunk too much wine. She burped again, and then a wave of nausea went over her.
She fell out of the bed and stumbled to the bathroom, naked, knocking her knees against the toilet and barely making it before she vomited copiously - wine and chicken curry into the toilet over and over again.
Minerva flushed several times, and it seemed forever until the heaving finally stopped. With weak knees, she fumbled to stand up. There was a safe night-burning candle in the bathroom, casting a glow over her pale, sweat shined face as she looked in the mirror.
"Oh gods...never, never again," Minerva moaned, closing her eyes. She turned on the water - splashed cold liquid on her face, rinsed out her mouth. Found toothpaste and spread it on her finger, scrubbed the inside of her mouth clean. Okay, much better. She opened Adam's potion cabinet in the bathroom and found only a headache potion.
"Fuck," she muttered, wishing it was an anti-nauseate or anti-hangover but it would have to do.
She shuffled back into the bedroom, her eyes adjusting to the dark for several seconds. Bed was ten feet in front of her. She sat on the edge - the side of the bed that she was sleeping on. After shagging Adam.
He stirred. "What's wrong, baby?" he mumbled, moving over to her. Adam put his arm around her naked waist, kissed the small of her back.
Minerva shook her head, then groaned. No, don't do that. Head still hurts.
"Nothing," Minerva muttered back.
"C'mon. Come back to bed," Adam beckoned, pulling at her and Minerva followed, letting him guide her into his side as he rolled on his back. She laid her head on his shoulder, eyes wide open and Adam began to snore.
The images of her nightmare came back again and Minerva closed her eyes. No, don't think about that. It was just a dream. Stupid wine, stupid fucking drunk dream.
Minerva sighed, and tried to get comfortable. Tried to relax again. It wasn't working. Atlas' face kept coming into her mind when she closed her eyes. She growled in the back of her throat, pulling herself up.
"Fuck," she muttered, and Adam mumbled something, reaching for her with his hand. Minerva turned and smiled. An idea. She lay back down, propped on her side by her elbow. Started to press kisses on Adam's chest, and he murmured again.
"Again? Baby, you're going to kill me," he said in amusement, though he didn't push her away. Yes, this is what she wanted. Needed.
Twenty minutes later, she rolled on top and Adam was inside of her and Minerva sighed, moving her hips back and forth and he groaned under her. "Fuck, yeah like that," Adam whispered, still half-asleep but his hands were on her hips and Minerva smiled - her hands on his chest and she closed her eyes so she could concentrate on her orgasm.
But she couldn't. That face came back in her mind, and she kept thinking of how hot it had been in Ireland and then the last time she was at his flat.
The pleasure that had been building fell and she swore in frustration. She tried again, looking down at Adam and her hips fucked back and forth - his cock sliding in and out of her. Whispered moans of lust and 'yeah, that's good'. Minerva closed her eyes and let her head fall back - and everything fell again. She thought of the pub night and how he looked at her - the sadness in his eyes.
Shite
Minerva rolled off and before Adam could protest, she took him in her mouth. It didn't take long, and when he was done he tried to pull her back down for sleep but Minerva didn't want to stay any longer.
"Gotta go," she said and he didn't complain. Kissed her and patted her arse.
"I'll owl you, beautiful," Adam told Minerva and she didn't care if he did - which he probably wouldn't. He played Quidditch, and it had been six months since they'd even talked before that night.
Outside was still very dark, and Minerva pulled her jacket around her. It was bloody cold out, but luckily Adam's flat was just around the corner to Diagon Alley and she could crash in her room at her mum's. She hurried, wand in her hand until she was safe in the Alley with its lamp-lit corridor a warm glow instead of the cold muggle lights from the streets she came in from.
She approached Knockturn Alley and when she was in the middle of passing it by, Minerva stopped. Looked down the Alley, and it was so very black. She couldn't see his flat from where she was. Minerva stood, wondering if she should...
No. It's late and you need to work tomorrow. Go home, Minnie.
Just go home.