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Rose Zeller ([info]_rose_) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-31 14:04:00

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Entry tags:character: rolf scamander, character: rose zeller

RP: Rose and Rolf
Who: Rose and Rolf
What: Rose returns from a mission
Where: Rolf’s flat
When: Night between 30. and 31. October
Rating: NSFW - sexual activity from about 10 tags in.


It hadn’t been a long mission. Five days were actually barely considered a mission at all, and it hadn’t even been a hard mission either. Sure, there had been curses, strong ones even, but none too original and most of them fairly textbook. There had just been so many of them that it had been a regular test of patience by having to remove ten to fifteen wards in order to move the one foot forward only to have three or four cursed objects that needed removing before you could move on to the next set of wards. It had been worth it. That hidden chamber deep below a hidden room in the tiny temple in Aahli Brahman had been literally brimming with treasures, all of which was now en-route to Gringott’s in London for evaluation and classification.

Rose was tired. Very tired. The Portkey out of New Delhi had been delayed and the sun had just begun rising when they had finally been given permission to take off, which had her back in London just after midnight. Letting her feet set the course as she walked away from the bank, she soon found herself in front of Rolf’s door. Her smile brightened and her energy rose a little when she saw the small cat figurine by the door: Rolf had taken Gimlet elsewhere so only Bast was inside.



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[info]_rose_
2014-11-16 01:40 pm UTC (link)
Sometimes, being with Rolf could best be compared to fireworks and loud music, which was fun and hot and spicy food and, sweet Helga, as sexy as he was, and Rose loved that, loved everything about those times. But then there were the quieter times, with the intense tenderness and slow moves, when words wasn’t necessary and the soft sighs conveyed everything, when her fingers tightening around his felt as sensual as the slow slide of their bodies against each other.

She drew up her knee, feeling herself tightening around him and felt rather than heard his groan. Her fingers combed through his thick hair, her eyes closed and she lost herself in just feeling. There was no rush, just the two of them and Rolf slowly making love to her. She breathed deeply letting Rolf set the pace that would take him to the same edge each of his thrusts were pushing her towards.

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[info]outofthewild
2014-11-17 02:20 pm UTC (link)
Something about the feel of her, the scent of her, always filled him indescribably. Everything was more with her than it had been with anyone in the past, not that there had been very many. He moved easier and more instinctively with her, seeking their pleasure together. His lips brushed across skin, tasting and seeking those sensitive spots he could reach as they moved slowly but steadily together.

He turned his head to kiss her firmly, speeding up with her in a natural, pleasure-filled progression. Despite wanting her so fiercely from when she'd been gone, this way, slow and sensual, built brilliantly into pleasure that had him gasping against her skin.

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