Dirty Pleasures

Characters: Shae Bentley Shacklebolt; Amelia "Diamond" Weasley
Scenario: Bentley takes Diamond on an assignment with him in the African safari because she complained he never took her anywhere. You can determine if they are in a relationship or not.


He pulled his cotton polo over his head, the material open and aerated, the sandy color all working to help him keep cool in the scorching Savannah heat. One corner got caught in his sagging denims that he pulled and smoothed out before turning around, looking in a frantic but eased motion around the tent. He ignored the body laying on the low cot, his lips pursing together as his pale eyes still swam looking for a particular object.

Pursing his lips, he stopped moving, his head rocking from side to side as he tried to go over something in his mind, as if running through events in his head before a light seemed to shine from his face. "Ah ha!" He grinned and dove down, reaching under a pile of thrown clothes grinning as a heavy black bag came up, clothes slipping from its sides as he pulled it up to a small table.

Carefully, quietly, unzipping the top flap he pulled out a camera with an almost delicate care, his hands worshipful in how he removed one lens and attached another. Long fingers sliding over the mechanical object he then carefully slipped the strap over his neck, moving to take the bag and sling it across one shoulder and rest diagonally on the opposing hip.

Nearly ready. Sitting on the open cot, Shae Bentley bent over and pulled on the boots, tan and solid, perfect for trekking in this sort of terrain. Leaving them unlaced he stood again, going over to grab a hat, a ridiculous present from his brother. He looked nothing less then a prat in the hat, but he loved it. Putting the safari hat on, he moved back to lace up his boots, careful with his camera, letting it sit gingerly on his thigh.

Once laced up, Bentley stood, tipped his hat down over his curls and grinned lazy, putting fisted hands on his hips, fairly certain he was ready for his day.

Characters: Charlie Weasley; Verity Montague
Scenario: They have just woken up from getting back from their tattoo's.


His mouth felt like it was full of cotton and his eyes burned with a light he wasn't to presently pleased with; trying to roll over there was a body holding back his arm and he groaned turning towards it. At least the mattress was comfortable.

His arm ran around the smooth paper-thin like skin, grasping the naked waist of whomever he was with, his lips moving to the open neck, eyes not open, in fact, tightly shut to keep from seeing the light. That's when he felt it. Something on his wrist moved.

Jumping nearly away from the body his eyes opened and Charlie hissed. The light hurt more then he'd expected. Trying to focus he pulled his wrist up to his eyes, close, almost glaring, trying to see what it was. A snake. A fucking green snake was flicking its tongue at him. Okay that wasn't so bad... weird, but not bad...

Wait...

It was....

Charlie's eyes blinked blearly. It was spelling something out in elegant script. Veritas.

Veritas?

And then his stomach dropped looked at the body. Verity. Okay- fuck. Fuck. Fuck... And what was that on her neck?

Characters: Anna Benitti; Silas O'Shea
Scenario: Anna and Silas go out to a club to have fun. Anna is currently engaged to Fredrick.


She was beaming. She felt good. Sexy. Spinning around in one quick turn, letting the dress' skirt flutter, her hands coming up to her open skin, her fingers tested the hems, made sure they were still in place. Good. They were. Modesty was assured.

Sucking in both her lips, teeth scrapping as it came slowly came undone she knocked again, giving a purposeful loud, over-exaggerated sigh. "Siiillas. We'll be late! I want to dance!" Fredrick was gone on business and it was supposed to be his job as Best Man to keep her entertained while her fiance was gone.

"Unless your naked in there I'm coming in at the count of three!" Anna's voice called out almost sing-songy, grinning widely. He should have known better then to promise her dancing. She missed dancing. Club dancing at least. Fredrick didn't like to go very often. He was going to be her outlet.

"One..." She began to count, voice still high, obnoxiously melodic.

Characters: Damian Montague; Verity Montague
Scenario: Astin has been born recently. All prior Charlie/Verity backstory is true and happened.


It was late. He couldn't sleep. He knew, somewhere, it was because this was new to him. He hated that it was; hated that he had three other children but this, this was new to him. Like he was a new father even as the twins were nearly four years old, that Marlowe was reaching Hogwarts age. His eldest being ten, going on eleven.

It still didn't change the fact; he had never had a newborn. Marlowe had been adopted at the age of six, they hadn't had to deal with even the toddler years for him. Something that Verity liked to jokingly say had been practice for the others. Like easing into parent-hood.

For her perhaps.

The twins...he'd been in a coma till they were nearly a year old. He met them when they were already crawling, nearly talking...

Slipping into the nursery he swallowed almost nervously as he quietly headed for the crib. He'd never seen...held his newborn. Not until now, not until Sebastian. It made him long for a chance to go back, see them all, hold them all...

His hand reached down, softly into the blue padded crib; he was so tiny. Astin had been a month early. His father's death, the stress of everything going on... Verity'd gone into labor early. He looked so... small when they'd managed to produce the weak baby. Weak and yet so strong.

Montague's lips curved in a silent chuckle. The boy had had a set of lungs on him. The healer had said that that was good. That most preemies lungs were the one worrying factor, that they wouldn't be developed. Astin's obviously had been.

He didn't want to wake the baby, and yet, Montague felt, ached to hold him. They, the healers, they'd kept him for a while, in the Hospital. Sure he had a set of lungs, but he was still nearly a month early... They'd let Verity hold him multiple times; they'd spent most of their time there, in the Hospital; the mediwitches, they'd let Verity hold him, feed him. Montague was glad.

But he'd barely had the chance. Their miracle baby...

Montague couldn't help it, a finger brushed the soft velvety skin of his son's cheek, smiling as Sebastian moved his head towards the brush, sucking in his cheeks. He almost looked like he could hold him in one hand... so small.

Looking around, afterwards thinking how ridiculous he was acting, Montague reached in, almost shaking with nervousness; one hand moving to support the tiny head, the small body. Not quite in one hand but nearly.

He'd held the others, even his sister when she'd been just an infant; but Sebastian? He was so small, he felt like he'd break... his hand reached up, brushing Astin's cheek again with his thumb. This time his small brow scrunched together and the baby yawned, eyes fluttering open. Beautiful dark blue eyes. Montague beamed, chest filling with warmth as he looked down in the widening eyes.

"Hi..." he whispered, unsure of why, but the moment seemed so empyreal, he didn't want to break it.