Seamus Finnigan (cc_seamus) wrote in charing_cross, @ 2009-02-23 12:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! complete, ! private, * 2003: 02/february, - introspective, retired character: seamus finnigan |
RP: Damn the Consequences.
Date: February 23, 2003
Characters: Seamus Finnigan and a random NPC
Location: On the ship in the Falkland Islands.
Private/Public: Private
Rating: R
Warnings: Some smexy-ness.
Summary: Seamus wakes up and gets a bit of breakfast in bed...
Seamus woke up with a sick feeling in his stomach, and he turned over in his bed and jumped, startled to find that he was not the only one in it. He reached over and flicked on his light so that he could look down at the person next to him.
A girl with long blonde hair and a very nice, very naked body was pressed up against him, an he leaned over her, trying to get a glimpse of her face. His less than stealthy movements woke her up, though, and she turned over to look at him.
He was surprised when he recognized her as one of the ship's dancers. He then looked down at their very naked bodies before looking back to her face and raising an eyebrow at her.
"I believe this qualifies as fraternization," he told her with a grin, ignoring his dry mouth and aching stomach. She went slightly pink at this comment, but then looked back up at him, a flirtatious glint in her eyes.
"I believe you're right," she responded, reaching her hand first to his belly and then down to his groin, letting her fingers pass teasingly over his length. "Are you going to tell on me?" she asked him, giving him a soft squeeze before lowering her face to his chest, her tongue darting out across one of his nipples.
Seamus, being male, couldn't help but react to a very hot girl doing very naughty things to him and he shrugged, stretching slightly as her hand continued to move against him. "Not if you keep doing things like that," he told her.
She smiled and pulled herself up so that her face was next to his. He brought his arms around her body and pulled her closer, leaning in to give her a kiss as the haze around the memories from the night before finally started dissolving.
They'd been up in the Crow's Nest, and as the cast had been the only people in the dance club that'd been near his age, they'd invited him over to drink with them. One drink had turned into six, and by the end of the night, Seamus had found himself sneaking the dancer through the ship to his room.
He tended to do such things when he was drunk and especially vulnerable. The past couple days Seamus had thought of nothing but Lavender, and while the scenery around him had been nice (especially Antarctica), nothing could help him ignore the fact that they had kissed and it had been even better than he'd ever remembered.
But still, they were not together again, and Seamus turned to his fallback plan of drinking away his sorrows. In essence, getting drunk and sleeping around was something he did on a regular basis, and even though he wasn't happy about it, he still continued to do it, damn the consequences.
As the dancer--Kristy, he thought her name was--continued to kiss him, he pulled her so that she was on top of him and reached into his bedside table to grab another condom. She grinned naughtily as she put it on for him and then sunk down on top of him. Seamus pulled in a breath at the feeling, pressing his hips up to meet hers as they fucked. She felt great, and even though he'd much rather be with Lavender, she wasn't here and Kristy was, and he was going to enjoy it for all that it was worth.
He would definitely feel guilty later, but he would let it slide for now. Technically he wasn't doing anything wrong. He and Lavender weren't together--couldn't be, really, until she was ready to tell him the truth--and until they were officially together, he wasn't going to change his lifestyle.