RP: Marlene, Alastor Who: Marlene, Alastor Where: their room When: 10:30, 19 September, 2025 Summary: Date #6
On Friday she had been at the party, and yesterday she had chosen a quiet evening to make up for all the work that the assault had caused, but today she wanted something different
Our rooms, 22:30. Don't be late
The message was simple and the planning even more so: they were going to have sex. Marlene didn't understand why it was such a big deal. At first, Alastor has complained that sex with her could be intimidating. Then they had fought like cats and dogs. When they had finally got around to fucking, it had been on the day that their siblings had returned. That was difficult to forget: the fourth of June. Months ago. Since then, nothing. The one time she had tried to drag him into a closet for a quickie, he had acted like a pure virgin she was trying to deflower.
Convincing a man to have sex should not be this hard.
Tonight, she hoped that there would be no deaths or fights, or she might end up killing someone. She got another bottle of champagne for the evening. She opened the bottle and stared at it for a moment, before drinking a glass trying to relax. She knew she got slightly demanding when it came to sex, but really if she hadn't used a vibrator or fucked other men, she'd have webs in her pussy by now. She should be demanding.
The rest of the preparations were even easier: a whitetop, knickers, and stilettos. Now, she waited, trying not to get nervous, because really this was sex. She'd been shagging since she was a kid. It shouldn't be so complicated to end up in bed (or a couch, or a floor, or a table - she wasn't picky) and fuck. Hopefully, Alastor would agree.