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.

She smiled softly up at him, arching up to him as if drawn by marionette strings of pleasure to his capable body. The small moan died in the back of her throat but her body hummed for him. The silken sheets below her seemed almost too soft, too indulgent coupled with the edge he was driving her too so gently- so torturingly.

A small part of her mind detached, wandered back, trying to make sense of how she had ended up here, in this bed, with this man. It almost seemed ochestrated by some stronger for than she was aware of. Why Charles? She'd never considered it in all of her years... But here she was, laying below him, nearing the point of begging as he teased, carressed, and refused to give her what she needed. It was a game that he was effortless at and one that she certainly didn't mind playing.

When his lips fell to her bare shoulder in a soft kiss she turned her head, nuzzling him lightly before taking his lobe in between her teeth gently.

Dear Mister Montague,

Dear Montague,

Dear Damian,

Damian Montague,

Damian,

I am sure that you can imagine it is with the greatest regret that I find myself actually writing to you. I assure you that if the issue at hand wasn't important, I wouldn't be bothering either of us.

I can't believe I'm actually telling you instead of just taking care of it on my own. What am I thinking?

It seems that despite our best efforts to stay as far away from each other as possible, I have found myself in a bit of a situation.

I'm pregnant

I'm with child

You fucking arse couldn't just keep your hands away from me, could you? Now what the hell are we supposed to do?! If you could have excercised a small amount of self-control maybe we wouldn't be in this situation!

Congratulations, I'm pregnant. I also have a potion. I haven't yet decided what I will be doing about the situation. What woujld you prefer? What do you want me to do? I will update you when I have decided.

I'm scared.

What are we going to do?

We hate each other!

We can't raise a child.

But we're married... you need an heir. I need an heir. I hate this.

Regards,
Verity O'Shea

Malcolm bite his lip and looked around again. This was just getting ridiculous. He was getting better, but he still got lost, much too often. This time, at least, he knew he was in the northern area of the house... Not that that allayed his fears. The northern section was near Kilea's parents. He'd been trying to avoid them at all costs, especially her father.

Her mum wasn't so bad, they didn't really talk, but she didn't seem to hate him; just, ignored him mostly.

The hall seemed to go on forever but then he saw a body near the end, looked kinda like Kilea... He opened his mouth to call out to her, his lips curling in a small smile, glad it was her he ran into.

Rushing a little, he didn't want her to turn down some hall and then loose sight of her or where she could be going (and thus lose the ability to get himself unlost); "Kies- I'm so glad I found you, baby." He said smiling, moving closer, realizing she looked different from this angle, wait no- just her robes. "And someone is looking fox...y..."

That wasn't Kilea.

His files were in the study. In the study where his wife could be. His wife that he wasn't speaking too, nor sleeping with, nor seeing in general. He shouldn't have been avoiding her, staying at the house on the lake, taking meetings at the client's instead of on his territory.

Only- they were both still very much too angry. That much he could feel through their bond. Some of the things he'd said- they were out of line- he knew; but he still felt them. In his heart, in his soul. They had made up, returned to their life... It had taken years, but they'd done it; although for all their doing so his fears had never been allayed.

Three months of his unconsciousness and she'd given up. Three months and she'd returned back to a Weasley's bed. Another man was bad enough- but it was as if she had this...attraction to them that he could not win against. And now it had passed to their daughter.

She was having a Weasley's child.

Ninnie seemed excited to have him back in the Estate even as he tried to tell her he wasn't staying; she was telling him that Mistress was upset and that he should talk to her. Montague only glared as he worked his way to the study.

They'd talk when they had too, when Kilea gave birth.

He bit his tongue nervously, he'd only been here a week. The house was fugging huge! He hadn't even figured thing out yet. Rooms, wings, wards, whatever- its was all just- weird. He missed home, he missed his dad, he missed his room. Not the strange three-room-almost-house-in-of-itself room. It wasn't just that- he missed knowing what people were saying, and missed the cool English air. It was June and bloody hot.

He didn't show any of it though- he'd asked for this. Nearly begged for it. He'd live with it; he'd endured Mr Montague's hatred, Mrs Montague's avoidance, and Caiden's belittling; and he'd continue too. Mars was worth it. Kilea was worth it. He'd figure everything out; hell, maybe he'd eventually fit in better here then with his family...

Malcolm rubbed the back of his neck at that; he didn't dwell on that sort of stuff. Instead, he needed to figure out how to get to the informal dining room from...well, wherever he was. He was in a wing, or hall, or yea- whatever- he didn't recognize. But he swore... Malcolm looked behind him, scratching his head. He swore he'd just been supposed to turn left from that one statue.

Drumming his fingers on the side of his head he looked around again, still chewing on his lip as he thought. The window at the end of the hall looked sorta familiar.... Heading towards it there was a hall to the left, shrugging mentally he turned to try that one, what could it hurt? He'd eventually get totally lost and someone would find him or he'd find his way back to somewhere he did recognize.

Athena wasn't sure how she felt about being here tonight. She was feeling prickly, to say the least, which really didn't make for a great socializer. But Father had insisted she get out and meeting some people her own age instead of staying inside all day long or only communing with the horses. So here she was. Of course, she knew she didn't seem approachable, but she didn't mind. She'd stay, have a couple of drinks, and then slip out, perhaps visit the muggle section of town and catch a movie. Then she will have appeased her father and not found a total waste to the evening.

She was going over her plan with some enjoyment and accidentally allowed a smile onto her face. Unfortunately, for all of her well breeding and training as a deb, she had a terrible time of paying attention and as she sipped her martini she also ran into someone. Athena mentally groaned but verbally apologised.