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Roger Davies ([info]pridechaser) wrote in [info]impetuousrpg,
@ 2011-12-09 18:28:00

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Entry tags:char: fleur delacour, char: roger davies

Who: Roger Davies and Fleur Delacour
When: Friday night
Where: Wizarding Club in Perth, VIP lounge
What: Strictly business.
Rated/Status: It's Fleur. And Roger. So some sexiness and f bombs, respectively. Incomplete.



Roger stepped into the club with Fleur at his side, feeling a little strange about it. There weren't any cameras here- at least none that were interested in him. The other players caught a bit of attention, but unless someone had a weird, rabid interest in the English League, no one remotely knew who he was. For all intents and purposes, he was just some guy tagging along with the team. And it was nice. He felt a little pang of guilt- or, something close to it, that Mandy wasn't here. He didn't know what he was going to do with that. But Fleur- he wasn't going to feel guilty about it. This was business. Nothing else. At least that's what he was going with.

He'd asked her to come looking sexy, but professional. She'd achieved something close to every man's idea of a hot librarian. Not quite what he'd imagined, but he wasn't about to complain. It would work, for tonight. And the glasses made him smile.

"Gentlemen," Roger said in greeting when they took their seats at the table- because this was Quidditch. It was a boys' club, they met in places like this, they talked important, expensive contracts over drinks. "I'd like to introduce Miss Fleur Delacour, my scouting associate. She's just arrived from London this morning." He didn't know if Fleur had legally changed her name back but like hell was he ever going to call her Fleur Weasley. He glanced at her next to him and smiled, not sure how well this was going to work, but she was a wild card, and he needed one if they were going to repair the rest of the season. And there wasn't anything in the rules stating veela influence wasn't allowed. Probably because no one had ever tried it. As long as Fleur kept out of the conversation and just looked pretty, maybe no one would catch on that she couldn't tell the difference between a Quaffle and a Snitch.

He glanced around at the assembled players and agents, team coaches. "So, obviously, all of this is off-the-record until we draw up formal contracts Monday. But we're prepared to make a real offer tonight, let you mull it over, sign Monday." The drinks started going around, and everyone leaned in and started talking business. If things started to go south, there was Fleur and her cleavage.


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[info]pridechaser
2011-12-10 08:03 pm UTC (link)
Roger covered his mouth with his hand to hide his laugh as Fleur nibbled on her pen, then suddenly started taking notes. It was hilarious to him- her pushing up her glasses every few minutes, looking so intent on capturing a conversation that was flying by in accents that were foreign to her. But he didn't have a whole lot of attention to spare on Fleur, as nice as that would have been. He was trying to find a Seeker for a price that wouldn't bankrupt the team, and he could tell Billings was waffling. Napkins had already passed around the table with offer prices, and while Roger hadn't offered his absolute maximum yet, he didn't want to reach that level.

Fleur apparently could sense this wasn't going as well as he hoped. She let her hair down like some kind of- really dirty librarian, and even though Roger's attention was on the men across the table, he felt it tugged immediately back in Fleur's direction, like she'd yanked some kind of string. Everything else faded away- the music, the club, everyone else. There was just Fleur and her wide smile and her pretty blue eyes and all he cared about in that second was her. He'd gotten so used to being around Fleur, he hadn't considered that he'd be affected by this too. But he was, even more than the last time he'd experienced Fleur's veela magic. He at least could control his limbs and keep his mouth from gaping open, which was an improvement, but he wanted her. So much it almost hurt.

It ebbed away, less dramatically than it began, and Fleur's giggle echoed through his brain before her words started to make sense again. Everyone else at the table was quiet, tearing their gazes away from Fleur, not quite sure what had just happened. Roger cleared his throat. "So. Yes?"

Billings stared at the napkin in front of him, then Fleur, then back to Roger. "Up your offer by ten percent."

Roger considered this, still trying to shake the awareness of Fleur so close to him. "Five."

"And a dance with her."

Roger arched an eyebrow, feeling a weird possessive twinge at the thought of anyone else with his arms around Fleur, but this was a fantastic break for the team. "Gentlemen, we've got a deal."

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[info]bellefille
2011-12-10 09:09 pm UTC (link)
Suddenly all of their attention was on Fleur. Each of the men, gaping at her with that dazed expression in their eyes were convinced that she was the only thing in the room. It had been a while since she had used her veela powers. Bill got super angry with her if she ever used them on him and something about doing it when she was alone scared her a bit. Sometimes men could get a bit desperate for her which made situations difficult.

She couldn't help but notice the way that Roger looked at her, but she kept it out of her mind. This was for business, and honestly she didn't really think that Roger had thought about her veela magic affecting him as well. She stopped using them and suddenly all of the men were slowly snapping out of their lovestruck haze. Not to say that it all went away completely, even a few of them were staring at her long after her effects had worn off.

She watched closely as Roger and Billings made their negotiations. This seemed sort of nerve-wracking. She was glad she didn't have to deal with it on a regular basis. Taking a sip of her drink and then setting it down again she realized that Billings was referencing her and she smiled. She nodded to Roger that she would dance with him and then the deal was setting.

Smiling brightly, she began to stand up. Pulling her sweater off of her shoulders and tossing it on the seat behind her, she was now left in just a rather revealing corset top and pencil skit. "Good. Now zat ze business is finished." She shook her head again so that her hair hung loosely around her face and held a hand out to Roger's new seeker. "I am believing that I owe you a dance 'andsome." Billings' eyes widened and he stood up quickly, pulling Fleur to the dance floor without hesitation.

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[info]pridechaser
2011-12-12 01:36 am UTC (link)
It was a good thing that Fleur agreed to being part of the bargaining, because Roger hadn't exactly asked her before agreeing himself. And watching Billings tug her out to the floor in that top and pencil skirt? He almost immediately regretted the deal. It didn't make any sense- and, obviously, having a Seeker that could occasionally catch the Snitch was worth a few minutes of irritation. But Billings' shit-eating grin made Roger want to punch him, and he was already planning some intense practice sessions. He was going to be really acclimated to English weather.

Everyone kept talking Quidditch, and Roger ordered another round of drinks to keep his mind off his irritation. Since the serious business talks were finished, several of the prettier girls in the club were invited over to join them, and they had a pretty good celebration going on before long. Roger determinedly kept his attention away from the dance floor, but girls kept trying to tug him out for a dance. He glanced out at the floor when a third girl, a tall, skinny thing with long black hair, persisted. Billings had said something that made Fleur laugh. The sound was pretty, and the way her hair fell around her shoulders was completely unfair.

"No," Roger started, shaking his head. "I've got a..." but then he trailed off, not sure what he had back in England, if anything. "Fine," he reconsidered, letting her take his arm and head out onto the floor. "But keep off my dick."

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[info]bellefille
2011-12-12 07:17 pm UTC (link)
Fleur hadn't realized how many drinks she had until she stood up, which then she was feeling rather dizzy. Once they were on the dance floor, she smiled at him seductively knowing that this was part of the deal and she didn't want to ruin things for Roger.

Billings, who wasn't exactly sober himself, rested his hands right on her bum. They continued to dance and she laughed at everything he said. He wouldn't have been her first choice of people to dance with, but he was nice enough to look at, and all his attention was on her.

Before she knew it, Roger was on the dance floor too. The girl he was with was pretty, but that didn't really matter to Fleur. What really upset her was how horridly miserable he looked. While she was still with Billings, his hands roaming across her body, her gaze was locked on Roger. She smiled at him from under her eyelashes, trying to ignore the bit in her stomach that made her want to dance with him. He had been through enough on this trip already without her getting in the way.

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[info]pridechaser
2011-12-13 01:52 am UTC (link)
Roger was absolutely not into this. He was not nearly drunk enough, which was more than disappointing, but the black-haired bird didn't seem to notice or care. After a while of keeping her at arm's length while they dance, he tugged her away to the bar to get more drinks. It didn't have anything to do with Billings' hands all over Fleur's arse, Roger chatted for a bit with- Ellie? Susie? Something. God he needed to listen better. But someone else was far more interested and she slunk away with him, and Roger wasn't the least bit bothered. He had a few shots and watched the dancers for a while, both annoyed and impressed by Billings' ability to never leave Fleur's side- not for a drink, or to take a piss, anything.

And then he met Fleur's gaze, and he couldn't handle hanging off to the side anymore. "Billings. Take a break," he said, and Billings broke away from Fleur looking dazed, like he would have gone days without eating or sleeping to stay with Fleur. Amateur. Roger took Fleur into his arms, noting the telltale way she leaned against him.

"You're drunk, little flower," he laughed, adjusting her arm around his neck to balance her better. "As your employer, I have to tell you that's entirely inappropriate. I might just have to fire you."

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[info]bellefille
2011-12-13 05:24 am UTC (link)
This man was seriously attentive and it was starting to get on Fleur's nerves, but she continued to laugh and pretend like he interested her even just a little bit. She was drunk, that was for sure, but she was still painfully aware of the fact that Roger was on the complete opposite side of the room. She didn't know why it bothered her so much. She absolutely HATED getting him into trouble. But she just wanted to see him happy and she knew he wasn't right now and for some reason that really bothered her.

But then before she knew it, Billings was gone and Roger was there and she was smiling at him and it wasn't even a fake one. She leaned into him closely as he put her arm around his neck. Giggling slightly, she took her over arm so she was facing him with both of her hands hooked behind his neck.

"Oh. Je suis tellement désolé le patron! Patron means boss, by ze way." She smiled up at him again, probably all too happy that he was there before her smile turned into a seductive grin. She bit her lip, not being able to control much in the state she was in. "But please do not fire me." She laughed again as her hair fell against her shoulders, before bringing one of her hands to push his hair back off of his face. "I cannot be helping it that I like to be inappropriée."

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[info]pridechaser
2011-12-14 07:02 am UTC (link)
Oh, she was definitely drunk. And so was he, at this point, but not as far gone as she was. And thankfully, the rest of their group was in a similar state, because no one had really noticed exactly how inappropriate this was. As it was, Roger was beyond caring.

Fleur was rambling off something in French, and even hanging around her as often as he did, he had no idea what on earth she was talking about. "Patron," he repeated, nodding, and returned her smile. "I should definitely fire you," he said, trying at a serious face, but then her hand was in his hair and that always made him heavy-lidded and stupid. "Mm," he murmured faintly, turning his face against her hand. The last thing he needed was a boss/employee fantasy to add to his growing list of Fleur fantasies, but there it was. Fuck.

"You were wonderful today, by the way," he managed, head feeling heavy, the heat from Fleur's curves against his body. "Although, veela on your boss. Too inappropriate. I'm going to have to let you go, Miss Delacour."

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[info]bellefille
2011-12-14 07:19 am UTC (link)
If she was going to be honest with herself, Fleur liked the feeling of his hair against her skin and the warmth of his cheek along her fingertips. But she wasn't trying to be very honest. This was just them being friends, right? Joking around. She wasn't about to do anything crazy.

Though she was drunk, and he was so strong and solid next to her and the way he smelled was amazing. And some part of her wanted to know what he'd look like above her; that hair sticking to his face, sweat making his muscles shine -- but that wasn't what she was supposed to be thinking about at all. Fuck. To say she was sexually frustrated would be an understatement. Wasn't she supposed to be thinking about Bill anyway? Figuring out what to do with him? Well that was just hard when Roger was standing next to her. He never made her feel inadequate or unimportant. He was a great friend.

She physically shook her head, hoping that would take the thoughts out of her mind. She shouldn't be thinking this much while intoxicated anyhow. This left her dizzy and she found herself leaning against Roger again, her breasts brushing against the spot just under his pecs.

She pouted at him when he said she was fired, but then just laughed pulling the hand that was in his hair back down and grabbing onto his arm to steady herself. "Oh. Zat is so sad. What will I be doing now zat I am jobless?"

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[info]pridechaser
2011-12-14 08:25 am UTC (link)
He'd gotten more used to the effect of Fleur with all the time they spent together, but there was no getting completely used to her. She was perfect. And Roger would be a liar if he said he didn't notice everything about her so close to him, that the soft brush of her breasts against his chest and the way she smelled didn't light his blood on fire. Well, he already was a liar anyway. So he was just going to blame it on the alcohol.

"Tragic," he agreed, settling his arm more firmly against her waist to steady her, pulling her closer against his chest. "I suppose if Billings doesn't work out I could let you play. You can ride a broomstick, can't you?"

Fleur was more leaning than dancing at this point, and while he certainly didn't mind having her pressed so close against him, he knew a gentleman would take her home before she did something she regretted- or got sick. He'd had enough of women throwing up to last him a lifetime. "I think I ought to get you back to your room, love."

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[info]bellefille
2011-12-14 03:59 pm UTC (link)
He pulled her closer to him, and in the drunk state she was in, she was hardly able to control the fact that she was leaning against him fully now. He was practically holding her up, but she was still at least coherent. And she wasn't going to throw up. Quarter veelas at least knew how to hold their alcohol down.

She giggled again when he asked if she could ride a broom stick, and subconsciously she licked her lips, looking at at Roger in a seductive manner. "Oh. I can certainly rid a broomstick," She arched into him "But I 'ave no idea how to fly."

Eventually she wasn't standing too well and the idea of going back to her room with Roger made her heart race. NOT that they were going to do anything. But still. She nodded at him, smiling a bit and closing her eyes. "Mmm. Okay. Normally I'm not zis easy, though." Her own attempt at a joke only made her giggle a bit before she pulled her arm around Roger's waste so that he could take her upstairs.

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[info]pridechaser
2011-12-14 11:49 pm UTC (link)
"Walked into that one," Roger laughed, trying to play off the effect her body was having on him. Although she was close enough, he was sure enough she could definitely tell. "I'll have to teach you how to fly," he murmured, eyes pulled to her lips. "On a real- you know on an actual broomstick." Christ. Fleur almost had him blushing.

"Oh, I believe you entirely," Roger assured her, an eyebrow arched in amusement. "With all the men madly in love with you. You have to bat them off all night long. We're the easy ones. Granted, I'm still going to get you drunk again. Often."

He adjusted his hold around her and helped her get upstairs, not like she was hard to help along. Except after the third time she tripped over her shoes, he swept her up into his arms and just carried her the rest of the way. So much easier. Even with the dead weight of drunk girl, she was a feather of a thing, but with the two of them teetering on the other side of blasted, it took forever to finally get to her door. After some excellent teamwork to get the bloody thing open, and Roger laughing so hard he nearly dropped her, they finally made their way inside.

"Bed," he declared, like it was some sort of epic quest they'd just taken, and deposited Fleur carefully on top of it.

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[info]bellefille
2011-12-15 02:10 am UTC (link)
Fleur liked the idea of him teaching her, even if she did have no recollection of what a quaffle or a snitch was. She was sure that anything Roger liked had to be interesting. "I would be liking zat, I think. Zo you 'ave to promise not to get mad at me if I am becoming better than you." She laughed again and began to walk with him, shaking her head so her hair stopped sticking to her face.

"I do not mind if you get me drunk."

They tried getting upstairs for several moments before Roger literally just scooped her up and began walking on his own. While her motor skills were a bit off, her mind was surprisingly clear. She was leaning down trying to help him get the door open, but she could hardly manage whilst giving into fits of giggles. Suddenly everything was hilarious.

Once inside, Roger gently placed her on the bed and she looked up at him with a pretty little twinkle in her eye. She and Roger had never been alone in a bedroom before, and to say the least, it was a bit overwhelming. Shaking her head again, she looked down at her feet and then back up at Roger. She leaned forward attempting to grab one before getting sidetracked and laying on the bed half bent like she was trying to do something. "My feet are so far away. Can you be 'elping me get my shoes off?"

She giggled again, and smiled brightly at him again -- for some reason this situation was just all too much and still hilarious at the same time. Glancing over at her suitcase, she knew she needed to get some pajamas, but that task seemed rather difficult as well.

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[info]pridechaser
2011-12-15 04:02 am UTC (link)
"You, better than me," Roger repeated, shaking his head. "Never in your wildest dreams, beautiful. Never." She was already better at him in yoga, which he could handle, just because that was a girl thing anyway. And- yeah, that was one thing he didn't need to be thinking about right now. How flexible she was. He pushed the thought away, but it was hard with Fleur so close.

They'd reached the point of stupid drunk, what with actually moving more than a few inches on the dance floor, and the alcohol coursing through Roger's veins felt amazing. He felt invincible and hilarious and he had a beautiful girl underneath him. On a bed. In a hotel where no one would ever have to know. He shoved the thought away as quickly as it came, still a little distracted by it when she asked him to help with her shoes.

"Pitiful," he tsked, taking one leg in hand and lifting it up, realizing at the point that her foot was level with his shoulder that she had the longest legs he'd ever seen. "Christ," he laughed, tugging off her heel and letting it drop to the floor. He did the same with her other leg, not failing to notice they were smooth and shiny and as the rest of her was. He had the oddest urge to kiss the top of her foot and he ignored it, knowing that could only lead to bad things. But his mind travelled down the path anyway. The way it would feel to kiss every inch of that long leg, to reach the very end and dip his head, her fingers in his hair and his name on her lips... fuck.

He took the other shoe and deposited it carefully next to the first, setting both her legs flat again and patting them lightly, to make sure they stayed there and didn't magically wrap themselves around his head or something. Then he followed her gaze back over to the suitcase and smirked, trudging over to it, glad for the distance it put between them. "Such a damsel in distress over there," he started, then fell silent as he started rooting around in her clothes. "Uh. Fleur. Do you have anything... to sleep in?" He lifted up a filmy, sheer thing with two triangles lined in ribbon he supposed was meant for breasts to go into. But it couldn't be comfortable, or practical to sleep in. There was no way it even went past her waist.

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[info]bellefille
2011-12-15 05:25 am UTC (link)
And then Roger was almost above her her and she had no idea what to do with herself. Usually Fleur would know what to do in this situation. Hell, she could get almost any man she wanted -- but this. This was Roger and she didn't want to ruin anything or make him resent her for seducing him.

But she couldn't help it when her thoughts wandered as he took off each of her shoes, commenting on her legs. She'd like to feel him thrusting into her, while her legs wrapped around him -- but she probably shouldn't tell him that, right? Licking her lips she let him walk over to her suitcase as she sat up a bit, tilting her head. "I am 'aving plenty of things to sleep in! Look in ze top zipper!"

He probably wouldn't find anything he would think was suitable for pajamas though. Just a bunch of underwear and matching babydolls, see through nighties, and straight up lingerie. Giggling a bit, she plopped back down on her pillow and stared up at the ceiling, taking a strand of hair in her hand and twirling it. "It is fine, I zink. I can just sleep naked, Roger."

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[info]pridechaser
2011-12-15 06:40 am UTC (link)
Roger arched an eyebrow and checked the top zipper, finding more nighties and lacy panties, along with a corset and garter set that actually made him blush. "This is all you brought?" he asked, stuffing it all back in. He did not need to be manhandling Fleur's panties. "Naked- no," Roger repeated, shaking his head. "You can't- you need. Um. Hang on. Just stay right there. Don't go anywhere. And don't get naked."

He ducked out the door and back to his room, just a few doors down, and rifled through his own suitcase to find a clean shirt. It wasn't really fancy enough for Fleur, just a Portree practice shirt, but it was better than Fleur being naked.

He headed back into her room and sat on the edge of the bed, handing her the shirt. "It's clean."

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[info]bellefille
2011-12-15 11:48 pm UTC (link)
Fleur laughed at Roger insisting on her keeping her clothes on. She honestly didn't think anyone had said that to her before. But she waited for him to return and when he did she took the shirt from him and held it up by the shoulders. "Oh! Zis is your team, Roger!" She wasn't actually sure why that excited her, but she quickly stood up and unzipped her skirt, shimmying out of it despite the fact that Roger was standing right there.

He'd seen plenty of girls in their swimsuits, so she wasn't about to be modest when it came to a simple pair of black laced underwear. Now only clothed in her thigh high stockings, her underwear, and her white corset top, Fleur lifted his shirt up and held it for a moment. She tried to reach her zipper, but failed and turned to Roger.

"I'm sorry. But can you 'elp me undo my zipper?" Turning around, she held up her hair so he could unzip her and used her other hand to hold up the top so it wouldn't fall to the floor when he was finished.

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[info]pridechaser
2011-12-16 12:36 am UTC (link)
"Yeah," Roger nodded, smiling at how excited she was about it. Not that many people got all that excited about Portree. And then with absolutely no shame, she was working out of her skirt, and Roger didn't know if he was supposed to turn away or- yeah, he was supposed to turn away, but his drunk reflexes weren't quick enough to keep from seeing her stockings and thin lacy knickers. It wasn't like he hadn't seen plenty of girls in less- groupies at parties and whatnot. But this was Fleur. This was different.

And then she was asking for help, and he swallowed heavily, eyes skimming along the arch of her back, the way her head was tilted and how pretty the curve of her neck was. He stepped up behind her and carefully tugged down the zipper, fingers trailing along the soft skin exposed underneath.

He tried. He really tried. It was always his best intention to be good, and faithful, and to resist the temptation of girls like Fleur. But Fleur wasn't just a girl, she was something different. And he could only hold out for so long with her this close and half-naked and so open. Roger tugged the rest of the zipper down until the corset separated. Rather than stepping back, he tugged Fleur back against him, one hand wrapping around her hip while the other met the hand holding her top up, urging her fingers apart until she let it fall.

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[info]bellefille
2011-12-16 01:54 am UTC (link)
As hard as Fleur was trying to pretend that this wasn't anything but Roger helping her -- it was almost impossible not to focus on the way his fingertips touched every inch of her skin that was exposed. It was almost as if he was moving the zipper painfully slow on purpose, knowing that she was hardly able to concentrate on anything but the way her body was shivering as his touch.

Even now, with all the alcohol running through her body, she felt painfully aware of how close he was to her. Her thoughts were clear and clouded at the same time. She was focused solely on the bloke behind her, her breath steady as she couldn't help but listen to the way his breathe hitched as well.She was almost disappointed when he was finished, expecting him to back away and big her goodnight.

And then her body was against his and her top fell to the floor along with the one she had been holding and she let out a noise somewhere in between a gasp and a whimper, arching back into him. Her hands fell idly at her sides, and her hair swept across her shoulders and she closed her eyes unwilling, letting the feeling of his chest behind her replace thoughts of everything else. "Mm. Roger." She wasn't sure if it was a plea for more physical contact, or her way of telling him to stop, or if perhaps the reason she said his name had no other purpose other than the fact that there was literally nothing else on her mind but the man that was standing behind her.

Her head tilted back a bit, and the hands that had been resting at her sides were now behind her, gripping at his thighs. She wasn't sure if she would even be able to get go - scared that if she did, she just might have fallen from the weakness in her knees.

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[info]pridechaser
2011-12-16 02:40 am UTC (link)
He should step away and go back to his room and bolt the shit out of the door. But he didn't want to. He was caught up in the beautiful girl in front of him and he wanted her. So much. And he'd already fucked his relationship pretty well at this point. So why not? It didn't seem so bad, with the alcohol making his veins hot, with the way Fleur trembled underneath his touch. It just wasn't important. He wasn't thinking about it.

Especially not after she made that sound. It was so beautiful, and he wanted to make her do it again. And then hearing his name, breathy and needy? Game over. His hands came up to wrap around her breasts, rough thumbs trailing along her nipples. God, she was perfect. Absolutely perfect. He dipped his head when she arched her neck, running his lips along her shoulder, then trailing up along her neck.

"You can say no," he murmured against her ear, but his body showed no intention of pulling away. Part of him hoped she would, part of him never wanted to hear the word fall from those beautiful lips.

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[info]bellefille
2011-12-16 03:11 am UTC (link)
His hands her were on her breasts now and when his thumbs came her to nipples she moaned, not realizing how much she had been wanting this. And then he was kissing her shoulder and neck and she was moaning more, his lips hot against her skin. She turned her head to whisper his name in his ear again, before she brought one of her hands up behind her her and hooked it in the rim of his pants.

She didn't think anyone had ever given her that option before; to say a no. But she couldn't even speak right now. She wanted him, all of him and right now the consequences of their actions didn't matter to her.

Her hand still against his hip, she turned to face him, leaning up to kiss him on the lips. The kiss was gentle, but filled desire. His closeness, the way his lips felt against hers hand been better than she imagined. Her lips still connected with his, she pushed him onto the bed. Crawling on top of him, with her legs on either side of his waist, she bent down to meet his mouth again. One hand rested on his chest while the other was tangled in that beautiful hair of his as she continued to kiss down to his jaw, then to his neck, and then up to the pulse point just behind his ear.

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[info]pridechaser
2011-12-16 04:14 am UTC (link)
She didn't say no, and Roger's heart leapt a little in his chest when she turned to kiss him. It wasn't like he hadn't snogged Fleur Delacour before, but this was markedly different than sneaking into the rose bushes with her beauty fogging up his every thought. This was want and desire and his every fantasy.

He felt his legs meet the bed and toppled on top of it, feeling a weird sense of loss when they broke apart. His hands were everywhere he could reach, tracing along her thighs, skimming under the lace edge of her knickers. "God, Fleur," he breathed, eyes falling closed as her fingers tangled in her hair and she crawled up his body. He was wearing far too much clothing, still dressed in his dress slacks and shirt, that stupid tie keeping Fleur's lips from sinking too far down his neck.

He wanted to feel Fleur pressed up against his chest, wanted those long legs wrapped around him as he fucked her. She could even leave the stockings on. Her tilted his head up to meet her lips again and kiss away that lovely little smirk, hands abandoning her skin long enough to work at the knot of his tie.

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[info]bellefille
2011-12-16 06:31 am UTC (link)
Fleur had nearly forgotten that she snogged Roger when she went with him to the yule ball. Things were so different now. Back then she thought he was just a silly boy, too smitten with her just like everyone else. And now? She'd do anything to have him look at her the way he was looking at her now. With so much want, nothing about it seeming superficial.

She moaned against his skin, feeling tingles every place that he touched on her body. When his hand went up to his tie, Fleur sat up and bit her lip, smiling above him. She leaned over him, giving him a perfect view of her naked torso as her hair cascaded down her shoulders. Looking down at his tie, she slid her hands up from his hips to his abdomen to his chest until she got to the first button near his collar. Swiftly, she undid each button before pulling him into a sitting position and ripping his shirt off of his shoulders.

Roger helped nudge the shirt off, and she immediately connected their lips again when his arms were free. Her hands slid up his back this time, caressing his muscles until she reached the nape of his neck. Tugging his hair slightly, she pulled his head back so she could nip at his neck again as she began grinding against his cock realizing that the fabric in between them was suddenly too much.

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