davies; ROGER (rgrd) wrote in lazarustheic, @ 2017-03-21 21:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: daphne greengrass, character: roger davies |
who ? daphne greengrass and roger davies
when ? 11pm, tuesday, 21st march
where ? roger and daphne's house
what ? roger needs to tell his girlfriend he's a criminal
rating ? nc-17
status ? compelte
Well, Roger had certainly had an eventful day. Truthfully, he hadn’t quite anticipated getting arrested when he’d told Arran they could go glitter bomb the house of the journalist who’d written that fucking awful story for The Prophet, but it wasn’t exactly the most unexpected of end-results either. Roger had no idea whether he should be glad or disappointed in the fact that him and Arran made really terrible criminals. Thankfully for both of them, they were either related to or shagging some quite good lawyers and Roger had left the police station less than five hours after being taken in. They’d have to go to court, but promises had been made in regards to not actually ending up in prison (and really, Chloe seemed rather convinced that they’d mostly get away with it) so Roger honestly was not very fussed. That perhaps said more about him than anything else, but hey, it had been quite fun.
He got home around eleven in the evening, which was quite a lot later than he normally would. Roger didn’t imagine Daphne’d worry, though. In fact, he presumed that she would’ve found the house empty and gone to check whether Roger was at Arran’s house (because most times if he was not home he was at Arran’s house) and then probably just assume they were at the pub. She would’ve seen the papers, Roger was sure, so it wasn’t much of a leap to presume that Roger would’ve gone out drinking with Arran. Maybe, in retrospect, he should’ve, though Roger did suspect that had a high likelihood of getting arrested, too.
“Daph!” Roger called out once he walked in and shrugged his jacket off. “Congratulations! You’re dating a criminal,” he announced far too pleased with himself as he headed through to the living room.
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Roger knew Daphne quite well. When he hadn't been at home at his usual time, Daphne had thought he was just running a little late. After that, she considered the possibility that he'd gone over to Arran's place because that was often where he was when he wasn't at home. He hadn't been there and it wasn't really hard to assume he'd gone to the pub. Not wanting to bother him while he was helping Arran tend to his wounds, she'd gone back home from Arran's place and had focused on getting some writing done. Time had gotten away from her after that.
When Roger opened the door, she didn't expect him to be so pleased sounding. She'd thought that he'd be angry or, at the very least, annoyed by the situation that was splashed all over the paper. She looked up from her notebook, folding it closed and setting it on the coffee table in front of her. Looking up at him from her spot on the sofa, she tried to figure out the best way to get the answers she wanted. "What?" she questioned, blinking. "What did you do?"
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Roger’s clothes and hands were covered in glitter and he presumed it’d be extremely difficult to get off. So he didn’t bother to even try, instead just half throwing himself down on the sofa next to her, reaching out to run one glittered hand over Daphne’s leg, leaving a trail of multicoloured glitter in its wake. “Arran and I glitter bombed the house of that journalist who wrote that Gemma’s tests came back positive,” there had been more to the story but Roger was sure Daphne had read it and it wasn’t particularly relevant to repeat. The important bit had been the glitter bombing. “It was fucking excellent,” Roger assured her because it had been. “And then we got arrested.” They had.
“Max and Chloe came and they got us out and we’ll have to go to a Muggle court in a few weeks or something, but I think the charges at the moment are for vandalism and like--” There Roger shrugged because mostly he didn’t think they were very serious charges. Given, he did not intend to tell that to the judge. “So yeah,” Roger said before giving Daphne a grin. “Ever fuck a criminal?”
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Daphne let her eyes move over Roger, the glitter almost overwhelmingly attached to every inch of him. It was, at that moment, she was extremely thankful for magic. At least she wouldn't have to figure out how to get all those little specks up without it. Thank Merlin. She watched him as he moved to plop down beside her, her eyes following his hand as it slid over her leg and left a glittery trail in its wake. His explanation of what he'd done to get arrested maybe should have gotten an annoyed response from her, but Daphne was honestly pleased with him. She would have likely done the same thing if something had happened to Astoria the way it had with Gemma. "Good. He's a bastard anyway." The article was complete trash as far as she was concerned. She wasn't as well versed in Quidditch as some were, but she was certain that there were other Quidditch players who were much older than Gemma who hadn't received the same treatment about their age.
Knowing that Max and Chloe had come to their aid and that Roger was alright was really all she needed to know to be alright with what had happened. She doubted that much could be done about a little — or a metric ton — of glitter. His question made her smirk, that shit eating grin of his earning him a laugh as she moved to straddle his lap. "Not yet, but I plan on changing that," she assured him, leaning in for a kiss.
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Roger gave a delighted laugh when Daphne basically approved of his actions. Even if he was now a glitter criminal. And then she moved into his lap and Roger’s grin widened as he brought his hands up to rest on Daphne’s hips, undoubtedly getting glitter on her skirt. “Good,” he informed her when Daphne told him that she might not have fucked a criminal before but she intended to fix that. Hopefully imminently. Rocking his hips upwards, Roger tilted his head to catch her lips with his, giving a small nibble to Daphne’s lower lip, before licking his way into her mouth, giving a soft, pleased moan at how lovely she felt against him.
“I have to warn you,” Roger told Daphne seriously once he’d pulled back, hands sliding down across her thighs so he could push them under the material of Daphne’s skirt. “I’m not a very good criminal,” he informed her. “We probably only got arrested because we went and glitter bombed a house in broad daylight.” Both Chloe and Max had made it very clear that it was mostly just representative of sheer stupidity. Luckily, Roger had always known him and Arran were stupid.
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She fully intended not to waste much time at all in following through with her statement, especially when he was moving against her the way he was and making those glorious noises. It didn't even matter that she could taste the glitter. It was a small price to pay for more of his touches and more of his kisses.
His warning made her laugh. "Maybe it doesn't make you a good criminal," she said. "It does make you very daring, though. Just proves that you didn't give a damn about the repercussions when you were helping Arran and defending Gemma's honor. I find that daring quality of yours very sexy," she murmured, stealing another little kiss from him. It didn't matter if it was stupid because Daphne knew he'd done it for a good reason. He'd had a valiant purpose behind his actions and, being a Slytherin, she respected his ability to use whatever means necessary to accomplish a specific goal.
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Daphne’s words made Roger laugh. Not necessarily because he agreed, since Roger wasn’t actually sure how daring he’d really been, even if the Gryffindors he’d know had mostly taught him that there was an almost invisible line between ‘daring’ and ‘stupid’ so he couldn’t really complain. No, mostly it made him laugh because Daphne’s assurances were so ridiculous that they were amazing. “It’s true, I am a hero,” Roger agreed. “A heroic criminal. Like Robin Hood. If Robin Hood had glittered bombed people’s houses.” Glitter for the poor and all that.
Roger moves his hands from Daphne’s thighs to her arse, giving it a squeeze as he pulled her in tighter against himself. “Do you find other parts of me sexy, too?” He asked raising an eyebrow at Daphne in what Roger truly hoped was a suggestive fashion. Just for good measure, he also rocked his hips upwards and into her, already half-hard just at the idea of having her fuck him.
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Daphne laughed. "A true hero," she agreed. Maybe he wasn't out robbing the rich to feed the poor, but defending Gemma's honor was just as heroic in her opinion. She would gladly take his level of criminal any day. Especially when he was squeezing her ass and pulling her in close. Yeah, she could definitely take a little more of that.
She smirked, nodding at his question. Brushing her thumb against the outer edge of his brow, she let the smirk slide into a grin. "You've got fabulous eyebrows," she told him, keeping herself from moaning but only just barely as he pressed up against her. "And this unfairly sexy grin," she added, leaning in to nip at his lower lip as she rocked her hips down against his. "And I love your cock," she finally said, sealing their lips in a much rougher kiss.
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“Fabulous, glittery eyebrows,” Roger added. He might not have been able to see his own eyebrows, but Roger was really quite confident is presuming that they, too, like everything else about him right now, was quite glittery. She did also offer Daphne a grin when she told him it was unfairly sexy, a low groan escaping his lips at the way she moved against him and Roger tightened his hold on her, tilting his head upwards to let her kiss him. He did also push up more, to give a pretty good illustration why she loved his dick.
When the kiss broke, Roger’s breath was coming a touch short and he gave a soft laugh. “I’m going to make the smart choice, and let you take your underwear off yourself, since there’s places glitter definitely shouldn’t go,” Roger advised, pleased with himself for being sensible. He might’ve glitter bombed someone’s house but he wasn’t going to get glitter in his girlfriend’s vagina.
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Everything about Roger was presently covered in glitter except what was underneath his clothes. Even that Daphne wasn't entirely sure of. For all she knew, the glitter had worked it's way into his shirt and trousers as well. She wasn't much thinking about that, though, when he was pushing against her so wonderfully and groaning out the way he did. Merlin, she loved those noises. Loved the way that his body reacted to her presence. They knew one another so well that it only took a touch or sometimes even a simple look to move things into that magnetic sexual tension that she'd grown so fond of.
His mention of letting her take her underwear off made her laugh. "Yes, that's probably a good choice," she agreed, reluctantly slipping off of his lap with one more kiss. "You don't have glitter in your pants, do you?" she asked, arching a brow at him as she dusted off the glitter already on her legs and slipped out of her panties. She didn't bother taking off the skirt for now, focusing more on Roger than anything else. "I have the feeling that I'm going to end up having glitter in places it shouldn't be by the end of this no matter what we do," she laughed.
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Roger laughed when Daphne asked if he had glitter in his pants. “I certainly hope not,” he replied even if there was a great deal of chance there was glitter everywhere. Roger lifted his hips to let Daphne remove his trousers easier, before reaching out to run his hands over her legs and under her skirt, settling high on her thighs. “Come on,” he said tugging her closer and back atop of him, now that they’d exponentially had decreased the chances of glitter in unexpected places.
Once Daphne had resettled atop of him, Roger dragged her into another kiss, sucking on her lower lip lightly before licking his way into her mouth, pushing upwards and giving a moan as his cock rubbed against her thigh. “You going to fuck me like a filthy, glittery criminal that I am?” He asked her with a grin that clearly implied just how ridiculous Roger thought that question was. It didn’t make him want Daphne to do just that any less, though.
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There were traces of glitter nearly everywhere, but there was definitely less glitter in his pants than on them. Once Daphne had helped him ditch them, she decided she didn't really care enough to not continue on with exactly the plan they'd seemed to silently make. Especially when he was tugging her closer and urging her to return to her position atop him. Glitter be damned, she wanted Roger.
She fell easily into that kiss, moaning in response to the way that he pushed against her. With glitter on her fingers from pulling his trousers and underwear down, Daphne decided against slipping her hand between them to guide him. Instead, she opted for rolling her body and finding him by feel alone. There was something decidedly hot about that, honestly. It only took a moment of shifting to finally line their bodies up enough that she could sink down on him in response to his question. "Fuck yeah I am," she said, the words far more breathless than she intended them to be, but fuck if he didn't feel good. She wasted very little time in finding a rhythm to do just that, one hand slipping down to his chin to guide him into another kiss while her other gripped his hair and gave it a tug.
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The way Daphne just rocked against Roger, blindly aligning their bodies was both incredibly clumsy and incredibly hot. With every movement, Roger could feel her aim getting closer and when she did finally sink her body down on his, Roger groaned, Daphne’s name half on his lips and half into the kiss she led him into. He moved his own hands over to her arse again, giving it another squeeze as he steady their pace, letting her move and only pushing his hips up enough to meet the angle. “So fucking hot,” he breathed against her lips, the feeling of having her so close as hot as it ever was.
Roger moved against Daphne, or maybe she moved against him, with the sounds mixing with the kisses. It was far from the fastest or roughest sex they’d ever had and something about that just seemed very appealing. Just in how almost borderline nice it was. “I love you,” Roger told Daphne because it seemed fitting and was hardly untrue. It still felt different from how he normally said it (though, that too, was exclusively during sex). Then, perhaps because the feeling just felt so much, Roger pinched her arse.
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Daphne cared very little about how clumsy aligning them was, especially once he was inside her. Nothing mattered at that point because she was too overwhelmed with the heat of their bodies so close together and the intensity of the words that he spoke muffled into their kisses.
Roger had a way of saying things that made her feel like she was the most attractive woman on the planet. When he told her how hot she was, she believed him. She'd always felt a bit plain, but Roger didn't seem to think that was the case and knowing how attracted to her he was just made Daphne that much more hot in these moments. Those three words coming off of his lips as they usually did only mingled with sex made her smile, opening her mouth to repeat the words back to him. "I love you, too," she said, the final word coming out in a higher pitch when he pinched her ass. "Ouch," she said, laughing in surprise. Her rhythm was no longer as fluid as it had been only moments before.
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Roger laughed at the way Daphne’s voice went higher, but did also kiss her for what came before her high-pitched ‘too’. He did love her. It was almost painfully easy to. Rocking up into her, Roger matched Daphne’s movements, even if they were coming in stops and pauses as they kissed. The movement steadied again, the heat both around her and near her felt so good that Roger wanted more of it even when there was no more left to have.
Their movements and the sounds escaping them quickly became all observant and Roger didn’t break the kiss even when he felt his own body nearing climax. Roger did his best to keep the rhythm steady, to keep moving in even thrusts, mostly presuming that if Daphne was going to come like this, that was his best chance at ensuring that. It did also mean that Roger came easily, Daphne’s name mixed in with a groan against her lips. “You’re so fucking great,” Roger sighed leaning his back into the sofa as he let her catch her breath. “Even if your taste in men is rapidly becoming shittier as they become criminals,” he joked. “At least it’s not criminal masterminds.” Probably safe from that one.
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He made good on that presumption. His movements easily pushed her closer to the edge, but it was more the sounds he made and his own climax that shoved her past it. She came with a flurry of gasping noises mixed in with attempts at his name, finally giving up on trying to vocalize the correct version of it.
She relaxed into him, her head against his chest as she tried to remember how to breathe again. "I don't care if my taste in men is shitty," she said, shaking her head just slightly. "I'd rather be with a criminal than be without you."
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“Aww,” Roger mocked, but did also press a soft kiss against Daphne’s forehead, since there was certainly something incredibly sweet about her words. “That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” he added, moving one of his hands so he could press it against Daphne’s back and pull her in closer. “I expect the most romantic of letters when I end up in prison,” he informed Daphne. “And some nudes. Definitely send nudes.”