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Tweak says, "Que me follen."

Merwyn Finwick (fallasleep) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-08-06 02:03:00

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character: gwenog jones, character: merwyn finwick

Who: Gwenog & Merwyn
What: Hooking up yo
Where: Gwenog's place
When: BACKDATED February 2003
Rating: NC-17 - sex be here

The beginning of the year always tended to be a dark time for Merwyn. He'd never really recovered from the betrayal of his team - his Captain specifically - and being cut from the Tornados, despite his protestations and pretence to the contrary, and apart from the time of year having a naturally dampening effect on his mood it was also around this time that he'd had his first bout of narcolepsy which was the beginning of the end of his Quidditch career.

Every year since then around this time he'd been admitted to hospital with 'accidental' self-injuries, and while none of them had been successful thus far it wasn't for want of trying. He'd stumbled his way into Finnigan's, already drunk and supported by fairweather friends who were tapping him for his cash. They propped him up somewhere out of the way and took his wallet, leaving to get their use out of it while Merwyn was left on his own.

He was sobering up by the time the night drew to a close and he realised with a heavy heart that he'd lost all his new friends and his wallet too. He felt miserable and lonely (and still a little drunk) and when he bumped into Gwenog Jones, a fellow Quidditch player and a woman he'd admired for the entirety of her career, he couldn't help clinging onto the only port in a storm. "Gwenog! It's Merwyn, from... I used to play." That stumble was a painful one. "C'n I get you a drink?" He asked before remembering that he didn't have his wallet. "Oh, I mean.... I don't have my wallet right now. I'm sorry." he was more affected by that failure than he should have been; he looked at Gwenog like he'd broken her best broom or shot her cat or something.

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haveyoumet_
2015-09-22 11:57 pm UTC (link)

"Mine," she said decisively. That way she knew where everything was. The gentleness of the kiss was unexpected, and yet somehow it was fitting with what she'd seen of him so far this evening.

"I'll apparate us," she said, tilting her wrist slightly to indicate it was more than enough of a connection. She gave Merwyn enough time to assimilate the information before she actually appparated them, arriving on the small terrace at her flat with the whisper of the wards brushing against her skin as they accepted her presence. She pulled out her wand and unspelled the doors.

"There are so many things I'd love to do, but first, can I kiss you?" she asked. Not everyone wanted that when it was casual. Some people found it too intimate. She did on occasion, but usually she enjoyed it. She wanted to discuss boundaries with him too. Ask what he wanted. But this first. Kissing under what limited night could be sought under the orange glow of city life.

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fallasleep
2015-09-28 10:55 pm UTC (link)

Gwenog was like the thunderstorm to Merwyn's reed; she stated how things would be, what she wanted, and Merwyn just bowed easily under the majestic force of her will. Okay, so he had leanings towards the Submissive side anyway, but Gwenog was a Valkyrie and Merwyn couldn't help but give her power over if he would 'die or live', so to speak. Still, getting to know her a little better as they'd sat down to drink had showed him someone who was confident and self-assured, wickedly funny and free in a way that he didn't think he could be anymore; maybe some part of him wondered if she could bring him close to that again.

He had issues with Apparition sometimes and was supposed to avoid it in case he had an attack of cataplexy halfway through and ended up Splinched, but he hadn't had any issues with being Sidealonged, not yet anyway. He had to swallow hard when they arrived though, the alcohol he'd had before suddenly reminding him that it was still there, but he managed not to throw up all over Gwenog's feet and it settled down again.

Her house was beautiful and he looked around it with unabashed awe, his hand still clasping hers. He giggled again at the prickle of the wards but held still until she'd spelled everything safe and then she surprised him with her question. She looked beautiful as well, even in the hum of light pollution around them, the promise in her words making his pupils dilate a bit more. Merwyn loved kissing, although it was sometimes a bad idea for him; he tended to read too much into it in the moment and ended up connecting too firmly to people who didn't care about seeing him in the morning, or ever after that. He couldn't help himself though and he nodded with a briefly murmured 'don't have to ask', turning to face Gwenog properly and leaning up to kiss her, his free hand going to curl gently around one of her long braids.

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haveyoumet_
2015-10-02 10:06 pm UTC (link)

She was pleased when he responded to her request. Didn't quite give her the time to say she really did have to ask, but then she was caught up in the moment of lips brushing against each other. She reached one hand up, fingers brushing above his ear and into his hair, hand cupping his head, even as the kiss turned from soft and exploring to something a tiny bit more insistent.

Licking teasingly along Merwyn's bottom lip she pulled back with a little noise of protest at her own actions. "C'mon, come inside," she said, the hand that had been sat loosely just above his waist slipping sideways to tug gently at his wrist and then dropped it, trusting that he'd follow her. It was the work of seconds to let the rest of the wards down and she led the way down the steps from the terrace and into the flat proper. "Welcome," she said, turning towards him and gesturing around the room.

Glancing at the kitchen Gwenog wondered if she should make them coffee. He'd definitely been pretty tipsy or more when they ran into one another. But she'd definitely had drunker sex before now. Her body was thrumming with the heady combination of desire and discoveries to come. She wondered if he'd make a move if she just stood here waiting. Dipping her gaze to the floor she slowly brought her eyes up his narrow frame, wondering what he wanted. What she might want too. So many ideas presented themselves.

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fallasleep
2015-10-05 10:21 pm UTC (link)

Merwyn made a sound on the cusp of audible, a little whisper of encouragement when Gwenog's hand went to the back of his head, pushing into his hair like that. He yielded obediently to the insistence of her mouth on his but was left mournful and bereft when she pulled back, his face flushed and his breathing already catching. He smiled at her though and followed her loyally, as though there was any doubt that he'd follow her in.

He liked the small, if brief, touch of her hand around his wrist and as focused as he was on her, he couldn't help being distracted by the interior of the house. He looked around unabashed and unashamed of his awe, impressed by the space and the sleek lines that still managed to be warm and welcoming. "Your house is lovely!" he enthused earnestly, his wide eyes scanning the kitchen and coming to rest on Gwenog where an entirely different look came into his eyes.

She looked him up like he was for sale and she was going to buy him and all that made him feel was an electric shiver of need. He licked his lips, his mouth dry, and took a few steps towards her before stopping; he was hesitant in his movements but not from uncertainty, more like he couldn't believe he was here and was certain he wasn't worthy enough to touch her. He felt like that about a lot of the people he slept with in actuality, but the difference was all the more stark here, a fellow (once-fellow) Quidditch player, a woman, someone self possessed and confident and stunning against his own washed out insecurity.

He felt like a mouse before a cat, or an incest about to be pinned to a piece of card and he felt more than the faint stirrings of arousal fight the alcohol in his system. He reached a hand to where hers had been on his wrist and rubbed his thumb against it like he could still feel her grip there, something pleasant crawling up his spine.

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