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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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fallasleep
2015-10-14 05:11 pm UTC (link)

Merwyn leaned in towards Gwenog as she stepped forward and turned his face towards her hand on his cheek, his eyes on hers all the time though. "No, thank you." he said, the offer not expected but welcome. Gwenog was sweet and Merwyn appreciated her straightforward manner - it had been one of the many things that had attracted him to her in the first place.

"Making you feel good makes me feel good." he said, completely sincere and earnest. He blushed a bit though because he wasn't usually having this conversation and definitely not with a girl. "I like, uhm... I like not being in charge?" he said as a kind of question, biting at the corner of his lip and looking up at Gwenog a little bashfully. He laughed at himself and rubbed his hand through the back of his hair. "Usually I'm being manhandled by now... I don't, I haven't really... not with a girl very often." he confessed. Kind of.

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haveyoumet_
2015-10-15 06:54 pm UTC (link)

As she watched his reaction Gwenog's face softened slightly, she could feel her tension loosening slightly and the realness of her smile intensifying. It was hard to describe but there were levels of how comfortable she felt in a situation as to how real she allowed herself to be. She'd already begun to relax away from her defensive public face when she'd encountered someone with a connection, and this was just another layer of connection. She recognised the twitch of him giving himself over somewhat.

His words only confirmed it and she nodded slowly, shifting her stance slightly as her Domme instincts came to the fore. The admission he didn't often sleep with women made her pause slightly, but she was already sure he was more than willing. She could work with that. Give him something close to what he might expect. There was calculation in her gaze, even as she kept it steadily on him. She was an excellent strategist, both by instinct and training, and she enjoyed using that in her private life as well as her job and there were scenarios running through her head already. "Okay. Well I can tell you're going to be very good for me," she said, a touch of command creeping into her voice. "But before we start I need to ask a couple of things. I'm not going too far since this is a one off and I wasn't expecting this tonight, but what are your limits? Is there anything you definitely don't want or won't do? And do you know the colour system for safety and are you happy using it? And do you have a safeword too?"

She wanted, desperately now, to kiss him, claim his mouth, let his head tip back and let her take control, but she had to keep them both safe. She kept her hand on his face but let it be their only real point of contact. This was a moment for negotiation not coercion.

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fallasleep
2015-11-02 02:56 am UTC (link)

Merwyn was a bit of an idiot when it came to trusting people, and if that was because he had the choice of doing so stripped from him whenever he passed out in public so had no other recourse or because he was just that stupid was up for discussion. With Gwenog though he didn't just trust her because it was easier to believe that he'd consented in some way to anything that followed; he trusted Gwenog because she was trustworthy. Kind and considerate of him and, he felt, someone who was too good a person to act in any underhanded way. He was proved right by the questions she asked him next, even if he didn't quite understand some of them.

He reacted instinctively to the shift in her stance without realising what he was doing or what had provoked his reaction, eyes not connecting with hers as he ducked his head a little in respectful submission, his body language open and malleable. He wanted to see her up close and intimately, sure that she'd be magnificent in ways he couldn't even guess at otherwise, and he hoped that she didn't turn him down because of his inexperience and often incompatible leaning; he'd been picked up before only to be turned away for not being assertive enough, poor communication and assumptions left unconfirmed.

He very nearly whimpered in the back of his throat at the immediate praise, already slipping into a submissive mindset even though he didn't really know what that was. It would transpire that Gwenog was the first person, man or woman, to present this to him properly. He listened to her questions and his anxiety just kept creeping up and up as she asked him things that he didn't even understand, nevermind know how to answer. He tried to rally his thoughts, because he could say what he didn't want, right? He didn't want her to drop him because he didn't or did want something that would spoil this for her though, so he did a stupid thing and said - "I'll do anything, I don't mind. I... I don't know about the colour system. Uhm. What's a safeword?" he cringed a little as he asked, hating that he sounded so supid and knowing that the warm comfort of her hand on his face would be gone soon.

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haveyoumet_
2015-11-04 01:18 am UTC (link)

The suggestion that he'd do anything she'd been somewhat expecting after the other things he'd said this evening, the lack of knowledge of the colour system was a toss up since not everyone used it and it was based on muggle traffic lights anyway (and she had no idea if he had a muggle parent or not, and there was no way he drove given his condition), but the lack of knowledge of safewords made her hold onto a suddenly fierce growl that was trying to escape her throat. She sucked in a deep and horrified breath and had to consciously let it go as slowly as possible so she didn't lose her temper. The hand on his face had twitched slightly, the points of pressure in her fingertips increasing as she wanted to curl her hand into a fist, but gone in an instant. If she ever found out who had slept with him without even the most basic safety concerns (and reading between the lines a lot less than that), let's just say they would find out just how good Gwenog Jones' transfiguration spells were.

She took a second breath, slow and steady, trying to make sure any anger that had appeared faded from her face. She had no anger at him. "No see there's a difference between not minding, and liking. The colours don't matter too much, it's just a way of checking in that everything is okay. But knowing what you like and a safeword are really important," she said gently, but firmly. "Come on, we should sit for this," she said, sliding her hand down to his shoulder and guiding him to the sofa. She sat herself, not losing touch with him, gesturing for him to sit too.

She summoned two glasses and spelled water into them. They would be needed later anyway. She moved so their nearest knees were pressed together and let her hand drop away. "A safeword is what it sounds like. Its something that makes you safe. It's a word you use to tell the person you're with that you need them to stop and stop right now because what they're doing is something you don't enjoy. It might be something like not liking being blindfolded, or maybe you don't mind your hands being bound but not your feet. It's something that keeps me safe too. I don't want to be doing anything that you're not enjoying," she explained. "I don't mean in the way that someone who enjoys being spanked will still feel the pain, because they enjoy it and it will also feel good in a way. I mean that somebody who has had a bad experience with..." she paused casting around for something not specific to anyone in particular. "Someone that's had a broken ankle at some point and hates pain near their feet wouldn't want to be hurt there. If someone they were with started to do something to their feet they could say their safeword and that person would stop right away."

"And you don't have to like everything. Nobody likes everything, and definitely not to the same degree. For example I hate cutting anybody, I never use knives or needles. I rarely have the patience to tie someone up in complicated rope scenes." She was wary of telling him things she did like, worried that he'd say all the same things just to please her. She didn't want that. "I want to find out what you like, because this is all about making you feel good, maybe make the world fall away in that special way." She hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I noticed you seemed to like it when I praised you earlier. Did that feel good?"

She had a feeling her explanation was a bit ham-fisted, but she'd never had to do this before, at least not with someone who she thought had previous experience of kink.

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