Glenda Chittock (notfromoz) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-09-17 13:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - september, glenda chittock, myron wagtail |
Who: Glenda Chittock, Myron Wagtail
What: One night stand?
When: Friday night/Saturday morning (Glenda's show finishes at two in the morning)
Where: WWN studios, Glenda's house
Rating/Warnings: NC17/NSFW, sex scene
Open/Closed: Closed, finished log
Myron walked into the lobby of the Wizarding Wireless Network building, feeling a bit of a flutter in his stomach. He was a fan of Glenda Chittock--he listened to The Witching Hour as often as he could. He was thrilled at how much she’d championed the Weird Sisters, and now he was finally getting the chance to meet her and be on the show, after all this time.
It was a challenge for Glenda to contain herself. The entire first hour of her show had consisted of almost nothing but Weird Sisters songs and plugging Myron’s appearance, and now midnight was here, and so was he. She felt foolish, a grown woman making such a fuss... but she couldn’t help it. For the last five years she’d been following their success almost obsessively, and she’d been trying to get them on the show for some time. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she crooned into the mic, “here he is at last, the one and only, Myron Wagtail!”
Myron had been passed through the building and moved towards the studio like a herded sheep. He’d barely had time to react to his name being spoken as he walked through the door and was met with the smiling face of the Glenda Chittock. She was beautiful. More beautiful than he’d imagined from just hearing her voice on the wireless. His first “Hello” got caught like a frog in his throat, so he quickly coughed to say it again. “Hello! Good to finally meet you, Glenda. I’m a huge, huge fan of yours.”
HE was a huge fan of hers? She giggled, then recovered herself, beginning the interview she’d prepared. It was standard stuff, the tour, the newest album, the dynamics of the band... all the while unable to take her eyes off him. He was even better looking in real life, she thought. Too soon, it was time for a commercial break and as she flipped the tracks over, she turned back to him, a shy smile on her face. “Myron Wagtail,” she said again, making sure the mic was off so wizardkind couldn’t hear them. “It’s an honor.”
“It’s an honor for me, too, truly,” Myron said, smiling. “I’ve been listening for a long time. Almost since the first show, I think.” He had noticed how steady her eyes had been on him, and felt rather flattered. And their interview felt so natural, like they’d known each other for much longer than fifteen minutes. There was definitely an attraction there. He wasn’t expecting to walk into the studio and fall in love... Maybe not love, but definitely a bit of lust. there had to at least be a song in all this.
The rest of what she had planned consisted of him taking calls from listeners and answering their questions, so the focus was much more on him. She took the time to try to compose herself, but eventually gave up. He was a rock star, and she was a fan. She’d likely never get another chance like this, and she’d be stupid to let her usual sexual ethics stop her from at least trying... Slowly, and as he was talking to a listener, she placed a gentle hand on his knee to see what he was do. They were in close proximity anyway - the studio wasn’t that big. If he laughed it off, then she’d know not to try anything further.
Myron felt Glenda’s hand land softly on his knee in the midst of a listener question. He did blush a little as his voice croaked in mid-sentence. As he talked, he ran a finger over the top of her hand and grinned playfully. This beautiful tigress was coming on to him. The fan in him couldn’t believe his luck, but the rock star side tempered that, told him to play it cool and act natural. This was taking a very interesting turn.
He wasn’t pushing her away - in fact, he wasn’t reacting much at all, apart from the smile on his face. She introduced another caller and slid her hand up a little higher, again, waiting for his reaction. How far was she willing to let this go? She looked him over again, and grinned. As far as he let her take it, that’s how far she was willing to let this go. You only live once.
Myron had to bite his lip as he listened to the next caller. Glenda’s hand was moving rather high up his trouser leg at this point. Her intentions seemed pretty clear, and he wasn’t going to resist. He moved a bit closer to her chair, stuttering a bit as he talked to the caller. His hand switched from her hand to her thigh. He walked his fingers from the outside to the inside, and he locked his eyes with hers. The game was on.
Once the music came on she turned to him with a smirk and shifted her hand higher, brushing her fingertips over his crotch before pulling her hand back with a shy little giggle. “Mr Wagtail,” she murmured. “I do believe we’re flirting.”
“Miss Chittock, I believe you’re correct,” he said, drawing a finger along the inside of her thigh as he pulled away. He grinned. “The least I can do is buy you a drink after all this.”
“I’d like that,” she said with a bright smile. She leaned in to brush her lips across his, timing it so that the music ended and left them no chance to deepen the kiss. “Ladies and gentlemen I have with me in the studio today, Myron Wagtail! What do you say, Myron, will you sign a few posters and records for me to give away to some lucky fans?”
Glenda had left Myron looking rather like a fish staring out of its bowl. He narrowed his eyes at her, giving her a playfully fake growl before turning back to the mic. “I’d be happy to leave my signature on whatever you set in front of me,” he said with a chuckle. “As a matter of fact, I brought you a little gift.” He produced a small book from his jacket pocket. “Just for Glenda,” he spoke as if addressing the audience directly, “A little picture book featuring all of us in the band, rocking out, doing our thing, as a token of our appreciation and... affection.”
Glenda let out a truly undignified squeal of excitement before composing herself. She quickly finished up the show and started closing up shop for the night, leaving it ready for the morning crew to come in. “I believe,” she said, cheeks still red from her outburst, “that you promised me a drink, Mr Wagtail.” She raised an eyebrow at him.
“I did promise you a drink,” he said, admiring how the blush in her cheeks just seemed to set off her eyes. “But please, call me Myron. There’s no need for us to be quite so formal.”
This was all going so well, Glenda couldn’t quite believe it. It was the kind of night that just made you want to push your luck. “You know,” she said conversationally, “I have drinks, at my place.” And Kevin was spending the night with his father, and really, the stars seemed to be aligning. Unable to quite believe her daring, she went on. “Would you perhaps like to go... there... for a drink or two?”
“I think I would,” Myron said, with a nervous chuckle. This evening was going well beyond his wildest expectations. He took a step closer to her, wondering if perhaps now would be the time to finish that kiss she’d stolen during the show. “I think, in fact... There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.”
She grabbed her coat and apparated them back to her flat, wincing at the mess. “Sorry,” she apologized. “I have a son, the place can get messy.” She made a feeble attempt to kick some of the toys into the corner, but then gave up and went to get her bottle of Ogden’s Finest. “To... meetings,” she said, after she’d poured, and raised her class.
“To finally making acquaintances,” Myron said, raising his own glass. He downed the drink in one go and set the glass on a table. “You really were great tonight,” he said, taking a step closer. “The way you just hold the audience in your grasp. You are powerful, you know that?”
“It comes with practice,” Glenda said with a shy smile. She, too, stepped close, until they were standing face to face, barely a foot between them. “Myron...” She looked up at him, lips slightly parted, tongue darting out to moisten them slightly. “Is this... are we...?”
He moved forward to close the gap. “I think... we could be... quite... possibly...” With every word he drew his lips closer to Glenda’s until they finally met. He gingerly placed a hand at the small of her back as he kissed her, just gently, enough to tease her as she’d teased him before.
If she wasn’t busy kissing, she would have been dancing up and down the room in excitement. She contained herself though, kissing him back with gusto. She pressed herself against him, lifting her arms up and grasping at his shoulders. “Mmm,” she murmured, unable to help the grin.
He held tight to her with one arm and cradled the back of her head with the other, running fingers into her hair. He could feel the grin spread across her face and matched her murmur with a growl of satisfaction of his own. He pressed again, kissing her with abandon, tongue slipping searchingly along those glorious lips of hers.
“My bed’s through here,” she blurted, then went bright red, unable to believe her own audacity. But, as she kept telling herself, she didn’t know when she’d get another chance like this! She was well known, but he was flat out famous, the kind of fame she could only wish for. She pressed herself even closer, kissing him eagerly.
“Right,” Myron said, putting his hands on the back of Glenda’s legs to hoist her up and carry her back to the room. They would have to move quickly, as he was a bit off-balance, but the payoff would make it all worthwhile.
For a second she worried that he would carry her into Kevin’s room, but he bypassed it and entered the right bedroom. She wriggled out of his arms and started shedding clothing, unwilling to waste more time than she absolutely had to. Quite apart from the fact that he was Myron Wagtail, she hadn’t had sex since long before her ex husband had left her. “Are you... do you really want to do this? With me?” she asked, suddenly feeling vulnerable.
Myron had already dropped his jacket on the floor and was starting to unbutton his shirt when she asked the question. He looked at her as she stood, half-undressed. He’d had a dry streak lately, it had to be said, but that wasn’t what was making him pursue this gorgeous woman before him. He was drawn to Glenda from the moment he walked into the studio. Her laugh, her liveliness on the mic, her firtatious manner--all of this just made him want her. “Glenda... Yes. Yes I do,” he finally said, and worked faster at undressing himself.
With a bright smile, she helped him finish undressing. “You’re... wow,” she said, almost giddy with excitement. She sent up a silent thank you to Merlin that this was actually happening, and moved to embrace him, thrilling at the feel of skin on skin. She gripped him by the shoulders and tugged him until the two of them were tumbling to the bed.
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Myron lay on his back next to Glenda in her bed, looking up at the very blurry ceiling as he felt his racing heart slow down. He’d taken off his glasses and set them on the table next to him. As he reached across to pick them up, his fingers hit on a small bit of metal. He picked it up and held it close to his shortsighted eyes--it was a miniature Quidditch Beater, cast in iron, swinging wildly at an imaginary Bludger. A kid’s toy... It dawned on Myron that he might have forgotten something in the midst of their moment of passion.
“That was... amazing,” Glenda said quietly, smiling at him as she caught her breath. “Thank you.” She felt sated, fuzzy and drowsy, but she was lucid enough to talk to him. “Did you want to maybe stay?”
“I’d like that,” he said, setting down the figurine and resting on his side, facing her. “I should thank you. You were fantastic.” He started to trace the contours of her frame with a gentle finger. “And to think I was just going to go home and read. This was a much better ending to the evening.”
Cautiously, she snuggled herself into his frame, sighing happily. “You can still read if you want to,” she laughed. “But this was... this was good.”