Hyperion Montgomery (hyperioniam) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-05-10 10:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, char: hyperion montgomery, char: zj montgomery, location: residence, time: 2009 05 |
RP: Lingerie Pillow Fights
Who: ZJ and Hyperion
When: May 10, mid-afternoon
Where: The hall outside ZJ's flat, then in her flat
What: ZJ and Hyperion meet [again] and seem to really hit it off.
Warnings: UST, borderline NSFW, definitely language
ZJ was too preoccupied with things lately. She had a lot going on at the shop, what with needing a new assistant manager, a few of her girls had gotten sick, and her father had put her in charge of also taking care of stock for both locations, which was just a headache. She had too much going on though, especially once she added in all the band things. She was learning to play guitar, while learning to get better at writing, while also trying to half-assed look for people to join said band. She knew she needed more than just Quin but she was nervous to talk to other musicians. Especially since she knew she didn’t bring much to the table. She could write lyrics, she could sing, but she couldn’t do much else. She was trying to get out of her own way with it all, reminding herself there were plenty out there that could sing and not play instruments. It was why she was learning guitar though, to give herself another skill, and potentially help her song writing abilities.
It was for these reasons, along with a few more that just had everything to do with the mess she always was, that she wasn’t paying attention as she left her flat. She was in a rush to get out and meet with Quin for practice, she had just gotten in from work and was rushing right back out all over again. Why she was rushing when she didn’t actually have plans with Quin, she had no idea. She had planned to just pop over to see how she was and catch up.
The world apparently had other plans for her. As she tried to juggle her skateboard in one hand, holding it by trucks, and her phone in the other, while trying to shut the door… Well it became a mess. Nancy, her large ginger cat made her escape from the apartment. She had been waiting by the door, sick of her mistress always coming and going when she pleased. Nancy had taken to being extra sass lately and constantly trying to sneak out to prowl the town at night. ZJ noticed just in time to drop her board, and then walk directly into a man that was leaving Dora’s apartment across the hall. “I’m so sorry!” ZJ had been in such a rush that she had knocked herself onto her butt with the force at which she hit the very solid man.
“Nancy escaped, I think she found herself a boyfriend or maybe a girlfriend?” Why she was talking to him as if he knew who Nancy was, as if he would know she was a cat and not some woman that ZJ kept locked up in her home, she had no idea. She was already starting to get up though, dusting off her daisy skirt. The skirt came to stop just far enough up that the bottom of her giant squid tattoo could be seen peeking out. She wore the skirt because if she moved just right on her board, the skirt would flip up just enough to expose the sea creature, or most of it anyway. To complete the look she had left her dark locks down to fall in large waves around her shoulders.
Whatever might have been on his mind as Hyperion left his sister's flat was promptly pushed away when first a very fluffy, orange cat darted over his feet and down the hall and then a gorgeous brunette was running quite literally into him. He tried to catch her, but she was already halfway to the ground before he realized she was there at all - so much for those Auror reflexes, he thought with a mental roll of his eyes.
"Nancy? Would that be the orange ball of fluff that scurried past just a moment ago?" he asked as he held out a hand, offering to help her up. His eyes had already taken in her bare legs, the hint of tattoo peeking out from her skirt which had rode up to border on indecent in her fall. He didn't let his eyes linger on her legs, however, no matter how attractive the view might be.
“That would be her, did you see her?” She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at herself, laughing. “Which, you must have because you described her. Which way did she happen to go?” She easily took the hand that was offered and got up from the ground. She went about dusting her skirt down, before lightly patting the ass as if she had something on the back of her skirt.
It was then that she let her eyes rest on the man in front of her. He looked familiar somehow but she supposed he could have been in Honeydukes and he’d look familiar. She smiled at him then, biting her lower lip a moment before she spoke up. “Sorry, I’m ZJ. I didn’t mean to run you over...” Her eyes grew wide then, “You’re not Ewan, right? I didn’t just knock over Dora’s fiancé...” While ZJ wasn’t afraid of Dora, she wanted Dora to like her. She rather liked her best friend’s sister, even if she could be a bit scary when mad. ZJ had thankfully never seen her mad, her father just followed her dueling career so she knew little bits here and there.
Hyperion chuckled at the way she seemed amused at herself, nodding slightly at the question. "Aye, I did, and she went that way," he answered, pointing in the direction the cat had scurried off in. She really had seemed in a hurry, but that might have been because she knew she was an escapee and wanted to avoid being caught by her mistress.
He was just about to respond to her introduction with one of his own, paired with a reassurance that he didn't mind a bit of running over when it was such a pretty lady doing the running, but then she kept talking and he couldn't help but laugh. "Good Merlin, I hope I'm not! Hyperion Montgomery, brother of the aforementioned engaged neighbor," he answered, eyes alight with good humor, as he held out a hand as if he wanted to shake hers. He wouldn't shake it, though, he would turn it over and press a kiss to her knuckles in the proper way, all while maintaining eye contact.
A soft huff left ZJ as she glanced in the direction that Nancy had gone. It was the way out, she wouldn’t be seeing Nancy again until later that night. She didn’t worry though, she knew that the cat would be okay. She just didn’t like when she was gone. She knew it was ridiculous, her familiar was perfectly fine on her own. Hell, the cat did better on her own than ZJ did half the time.
Her attention was back on him though in moments, her eyes growing wider when he said just who he was. That didn’t make the situation much better. She had just been taking in how attractive he was when he laughed, those laugh lines near his eyes that said he did it often. She held her hand out to shake his, which was when she was about to inform him that he had already met her at some point. She was sure of that! He had to of, maybe at least once. Though then he threw her completely off guard by turning her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. Her hazel eyes were on his and she was almost positive that her cheeks were pink. “It’s nice to meet you...” Was apparently all that autopilot could offer her.
Apparently making a fool of herself in front of attractive men had a way of turning her brain back on at the last second. With Blaise it had been after he made her squeak that she had been able to remember herself. “Can I at least make up for running you over? I have the hook up at Honeydukes.” She gave him a playful wink then, “I’m sleeping with the manager. She’s pretty cute, likes to skateboard.” As she said it, she was already moving to pick up said skateboard.
That right there? That was the best reaction to the cheesy kissing a girl's hand thing, and his smile widened at it. "The pleasure is all mine," he replied with exaggerated suaveness as he stood fully upright again.
The offer to make it up to him was well received and taken in a light manner right up until the crack about her sleeping with the apparently female manager of Honeydukes. His brain went down and dirty with that one and didn't want to come back even once it was clear she was jokingly referring to herself.
"Oh, I don't know, would making it up to me include a show with this pretty cute manager? Maybe something with lingerie and pillow fights?" he suggested, feeling a definite stirring below.
He was smooth, and she shouldn’t be flirting with him. She knew she shouldn’t, at least not without informing him that she was friends with his sister. The closest, best of friends, friendship with his sister. ZJ wasn’t entirely sure if Persephone would even be upset over it all, Persephone was a level-headed woman so ZJ hoped she might be not be too bad. It was just flirting anyway, what harm could it do?
ZJ shot him a dirty smirk, eyebrows perked curiously. “I could... Though I think that I could take you in a pillow fight. You’d have to go around telling people how you got your arse kicked by a girl.” She laughed then, debating just how she could make it up to him. She had a few ideas that weren’t exactly proper that had to do with her lingerie, though she was almost certain those ideas were off limits until she told him how she knew his sister, it was only fair.
“Besides, Persephone might not be too happy if you are wearing her friend’s lingerie and pillow fighting with her.” She had to clear her conscience and felt better that she had done so. She bit her lower lip nervously then, he could label her as too close to his sister's age, or something, and tell her to buzz off. She was enjoying herself however, she hoped he wouldn't be put off by it.
Hyperion laughed and then held up his hands in defense. "Hey now, I didn't say I'd be part of the pillow fight, just that I'd get to watch," he pointed out with a smirk. It was a moot point, as he doubted she'd be having a pillow fight with herself, but still.
As he looked at her, he wondered just what she was plotting behind those mischievous eyes of hers. "Perse? Ahh, so which one are you, then?" he asked. "Wait, don't tell me..." He studied her for a long moment, flipping through his mental files. He had, of course, kept an eye on his family from afar and had shamelessly looked into their closest friends and relationships. He wasn't sure his sisters would find that sort of attention to detail acceptable, but after the war, he'd thought it was imperative.
And then, it clicked. "Zahara Flume, heiress of Honeydukes. My, oh my, you have certainly grown up," he murmured appreciatively, and it was true. His memories of her were vague and from when she was a younger teenager, but that certainly wasn't the case now - she was a lovely, curvy, grown up woman. And, apparently, one of his baby sister's best friends. "But wait, go back... when did this turn into me wearing your lingerie? Don't you think I have my own?" He pouted a bit at her, hamming it up.
When he was able to name her, she was a bit amazed. She barely remembered him, but he had her name. The whole thing. She may have wrinkled her nose when he said it too, she really hated how it sounded. She knew it wasn’t as bad as it could be, but still. She much preferred going by ZJ, or Zee as Quin tended to call her.
It was the My, oh my though that had ZJ’s cheeks a bit pink, though she was smirking. “People do tend to do that,” she teased him, a playful laugh leaving her. “This turned into you wearing my lingerie when you said you wanted to watch me pillow fight... I’d need someone to fight, and really to be fair? How many attractive men come with their own lingerie? It’s a good thing that you do have your own though, I think you’d break mine.” She pointed towards his hips. “You’ve got child bearing hips, clearly.”
As she heard another door open a floor above her, she realized they were just blocking the hallway if anyone wanted to walk down it. “If you’re up for the apology treat, you could come inside? I’m sure Nancy will come home after her rendezvous with her boyfriend down the street. He’s an alleycat, I really don’t approve.” She had some of the newer candies that her father was going to try to release this summer. She had to let him know if any of them actually worked and if anyone actually liked them. She had a package on her kitchen table with Harry Potter’s name on it, he was one of her testers. The rest she had been trying to figure out who to annoy with them, Hyperion seemed a good victim.
She didn't ask, and he didn't offer up how he knew her name, which was something of a relief. Hyperion didn't really want to own up to essentially stalking his family, even if his intentions were honorable in it.
It seemed she was simultaneously shy and confident and playful, and he rather liked that combination. "Yes, they do," he agreed appreciatively. And, thank goodness for that. Life, he rather thought, was more interesting with aging. He let out a laugh as she went on the lingerie spiel, glancing down at his hips as she pointed toward them. "My mum will be happy to hear it," he tossed back at her without missing a beat, glancing back up at her and mock-tossing his hair for added effect. "So, you're saying you want to see me in lingerie?" He wiggled his brows at her at that, and there was always the chance he might actually do it, for fun.
"I can understand why. Those alleycats, they're rascals," he quipped, playing along. "And how could I turn down the offer of an apology treat?" Even if said treat didn't include lingerie pillow fights - a slight disappointment, perhaps, but he could roll with it. He waited for her to open her door again and then followed her inside.
It seemed as though Hyperion wasn’t going to hold the fact that she was a friend of his sister’s against her, that was a plus. She would think of any excuse to get to know him, though it really boiled down to the fact that he was handsome and she was enjoying their hallway banter. He kept her laughing and that had always been one of her favorite qualities in a man. Even if nothing came of it, she figured at least she would be making a new friend.
ZJ gave him a playful smirk when he said his mother would be happy to hear it, the hair toss had been perfect and caused her to giggle. At the mention of lingerie, she nodded her head. “I”d love to see you in some.” She perked her eyebrows at him, challenging him almost. “Maybe a whole show to go with it, a little dance maybe? I bet you have some moves.” She doubted that he would, what man would? She wasn’t used to someone who would follow through with something ridiculous just for a few laughs. Sure, Kevin was always cracking jokes but she didn’t think he would have ever followed through and worn lingerie for her.
“If she ends up pregnant, I might have to give you a kitten,” she warned him. “Since you let her get by, that is. Slacking on guard duty.” She made a playful tsking noise as she opened her apartment door and let him in. The living room was in the middle of being redecorated. It had been just the bland white walls since she had moved in but recently she had started to decorate more than just her bedroom. She had a few more pieces to get for the living room, like the extra seating, rugs, and things but she at least had the couch and wall behind it put together. From there the kitchen could be seen, ZJ loved open floor plans. The only thing that really stood out there was a little green plant, she had forgotten what it was called ages ago. It was her favorite part of the house though, because if you would pet one of the tendrils, it would shiver and respond to you.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” she said as she shut the door behind them, dropping her skateboard near the door. “Make yourself at home, I’ll grab the treats.” She made her way towards the kitchen then, standing on tip toe to reach the bowl from the top of her fridge. The motion caused her top to ride up just a bit, before she retrieved the bowl down. “I’ve got a lot of random candies? Otherwise your treat can be a shot of firewhiskey.” She teased, while her attention was on the bowl in her hands, rifling through the candy.
Oh but he loved a challenge. He was a Gryffindor through and through, after all, and not one to back down from a challenge or a dare (though he had become more discerning over time, as his career rather depended on it). "Play your cards right, and maybe you'll get just what you want," he retorted flirtatiously, wiggling his brows at her. And he'd do it, too, if it came to it, dance and all. Life was too short not to have fun.
"Noted," he said with a chuckle. And he thought it wouldn't be a hardship to take a kitten if her cat did get knocked up. It had been a while since he'd had a pet, and though he preferred dogs, cats could be fun, too. He followed her into the apartment, looking around in that practiced way of his, taking in more detail than one would think with what appeared to be only a cursory glance. Just from the little he'd interacted with her in the hall, he thought the decor suited her, though that was to be expected.
He recognized the plant and went to it, petting a tendril in a firm stroke and smirking a bit when the plant responded to him. He might not have had the greenest thumb around, but he'd done well enough in Herbology. There was something far more interesting, he was sure, if he followed her to the kitchen, and so he did. Hyperion leaned against the wall, watching her as she leaned up to get the bowl. His eyes trailed down, taking in the bit of skin that peeked out between her top and skirt, and he could imagine brushing up behind her to help her get the bowl, one hand ghosting over that sliver of exposed skin, but the moment passed, and the opportunity was lost before he had a chance to take it.
At the mention of liquor, he crossed to her, taking advantage of her preoccupation with the candy. "Firewhiskey, eh? Trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?" he couldn't help asking, bringing his mouth to her ear and pitching his voice a little lower for added effect. If anything came of it, great, but if not, that was fine, too. But she seemed receptive to flirtation, and he couldn't help flirting with a beautiful, willing woman.
“We’ll see then, won’t we?” ZJ gave a soft laugh, though she watched him as he walked over to her plant. She had been just about to tell him how to tickle the plant when he did it on his own. “Oh! I think you’re the first person to know how to tickle my plant.” She was a little impressed, she had picked up from Nora’s shop ages ago. It had been intended as a gift for Neville when they were dating, but when they had broken up just before Christmas... Well, she kept it and named the plant something ridiculous.
Although her attention was on the bowl of candy when he walked up to her, ZJ felt when Hyperion got closer to her, she could feel his presence before he spoke into her ear. She had been looking down into the candy bowl when he asked, she smirked at the bowl a moment before she lifted her head. She pursed her lips, pressing them to the side of her mouth, as if in thought. “Mmm, at least drunk enough to get you into my lingerie.” She shot him a playful smirk then, turning her attention to him.
“Unless that’s a problem?” She was playing with fire, much the same as she had that night with Blaise. Though this was an entirely different sort of fire. She really was making bad decisions left and right lately it seemed, and if she were honest she really didn’t want to stop.
Yes, they would, Hyperion thought with a small smirk. He quirked a brow at her surprise at his knowing what to do with the plant. "Am I? I've seen them before," he admitted, intentionally vague. There wasn't a scandalous story attached to it or anything, it was just his way of being playfully mysterious.
Danger, danger. Proceed with caution. You're not a hormonal teenager anymore. You're also looking for more than an easy lay now. Unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately, it would remain to be seen - he had never been particularly skilled at self-denial. The way he was positioned, just behind her and with his head dipped over her shoulder, mouth near her ear, made it very easy to sneak an arm around her and fish a hand in the bowl, though he was careful not to touch her just yet. He had a feeling that if he touched her, all bets would be off.
"Oh, I don't know, love. I think your lingerie would look better on the floor than on me," he drawled against her ear just as he plucked a candy from the bowl. He backed off then, leaning against a counter as he unwrapped the treat and popped it in his mouth, keeping his eyes fixed on her, heat in his gaze.
ZJ was intrigued, her eyebrows perked when he said he had seen them before. “Was it in Nora’s shop?” She asked in a teasingly playful tone. She didn’t stop to realize that he might not know who Nora was, at least maybe not by that name. Hell, if he didn’t know Nora then he might not have a clue what shop she was talking about.
She could feel his arm around her, without realizing it she had held her breath anticipating feeling his touch though it never came. He instead threw a curveball, his words had caused her eyes to grow wider and her stomach to give that nervous flip. By the time she had turned to face him, he was on the other side of the room and eating his treat.
“What was that you said earlier?” ZJ teased, her brows perked. “If I play my cards right?” Since he already had his treat, she made a point of walking over to him to put the bowl away. She stood directly in front of him, leaning in close but doing her best to not touch. She assumed he had purposely not touched her when grabbing the candy, she was going to purposely not touch him for that reason. She then slid the bowl on to the counter behind him, before she straightened up and gave him a dirty little smirk. “So, what game are we playing?” She thought she was amusing, all the mentions of playing cards. She had apparently picked up some of her father’s terrible jokes over time.
"Maybe. I suppose that would depend on who Nora is," he pointed out. Though he knew it hadn't been in this Nora's shop, as he hadn't seen it in a shop.
He heard that soft catch in her breath, felt the way she held it, and he couldn't help chuckling once he was leaning against the counter away from her. "Hmm, I did say that, yes," he confirmed, wondering where she was going with this. Obviously, she was interested in seeing him in lingerie, but he rather thought there was more to it than that. And damn him, but he wanted to test it, to see how far things could go.
As she leaned in close to him, he looked down at her with a smirk, knowing what she was doing and wondering just how much she could take before she crossed the line from flirting to something more. His own body was definitely responding, but he'd had years of practice learning to control it. "I'm not sure this game has a name, but if you have a deck of cards and bring out that firewhiskey, I'm sure we could..." he paused, letting his eyes slowly track down over her body before meeting her eyes again. "...up the stakes."
His answer was so vague, ZJ gave a soft laugh. "She owns the shop where I got the plant, I can't remember the name of the shop though..." It didn't matter, not really. Not with the way he was playing around with her. She was nosey enough that the fact he was being vague had her interested but at the same time she wanted to know more about this game.
She felt his eyes as they slid over her body and she felt herself standing just a little taller, causing her breasts to press forward a bit. While she was confident in her looks, she wanted him to like what he saw. She wasn't going to poke at the thought because she could hear the warning bells going off when she tried.
The offer was intriguing and ZJ could hear those warning bells again but she flat out ignored them this time. Her plans for the day had just been to run a few errands, she could push it off for a bit. She wanted to be selfish and throw her schedule off for once. She gave him a head nod, "Alright, you're on. What's this game?" She moved away from him then, grabbing the firewhiskey, two shot glasses, and her set of playing cards.
"Will the couch be a sufficient place to play this game?" ZJ motioned towards the couch behind them, her hands full. She held the bottle one one hand, that same hand had two fingers inside the shot glasses. Her other hand held the deck of cards.
That wasn't helpful for him giving her a solid answer, not that he minded, as he didn't intend to give her one on that topic. It was more fun to let her wonder where he'd come across that sort of plant before.
The way she stood up a bit taller at his look was telling, and he wondered if she realized it. He would bet that she was someone who had a drive to please people, who hated to disappoint. Almost definitely a Hufflepuff, not that he thought there was anything wrong with that. Hufflepuffs were some of the best people he knew, but there was also something edgier underneath, something that he craved to chip away at and discover for himself.
Hyperion just watched her as she gathered the things, knowing that he should offer to help, but she seemed to have things in hand. And he was intentionally waiting to answer her question until they moved toward the couch. "I do believe we should be able to make the couch suffice," he said as he settled on one end of it. If she sat on the other end, it would leave the middle cushion for them to use as a playing surface.
"Have you ever played War?" he asked as he held out a hand for the cards. As she answered, he started shuffling them. "So, here is what I propose. On the first play through, whoever loses each flip takes a sip - not a full shot, now, we want to have fun, not get completely trashed. If we have to battle out a tie, the loser takes a shot." He started dealing the cards then. "And after the first shuffle, when we start the second play through, we'll do the same on the standard flips, but in battle, the loser removes an article of clothing. Whoever runs out of clothes first gets to wear your lingerie." And his eyes were definitely alight with mischief and, yes, a bit of desire.
She toed her shoes off near the door as they passed, before they settled on the couch. She listened to the rules for the age old game, her brows perked curiously when he got to the part about clothing. There were those alarms going off again. For what would be the last time, she pushed the warnings away and ignored them. She had promised herself to put herself out there, she was going to keep that promise. It was most definitely playing with fire but she wanted to see what happened.
The look he gave her went straight through her, causing her cheeks to grow just a bit pink. Her stomach gave a nervous flutter as she met his look. "I can't wait to kick your arse, you are going to look beautiful in my lingerie." She had already mentally decided which ones she would have him wear. Her lacey baby blue set that had a little red bow between the breasts.
While he went about dealing the cards, ZJ went about setting them up. She opened the bottle and set it on the floor in front of the middle cushion, perfect reach for them both to be able to take a sip. She then set the shot glasses on either side of the bottle. "I need to know, do socks count as one object of clothing or two? Important questions, I can't let you cheat."
Since she'd taken her shoes off before they settled in, he decided to pull his wand and remove his, too, sending them over to rest next to hers. It was only fair, after all. If he was going to win - and really, he thought he would win no matter what - he wanted it to be fairly. He chuckled at her words as he tucked his wand away again. "We'll see about that. Though I assure you, if you win, I will be sure to carefully transfigure your lingerie to my size so they don't tear. Now, if you feel the need to rip them off of me, I have no control over that, but..." He left that suggestive thought hanging in the air between them, wanting her thinking about that.
"Oh, one object, definitely," he answered. "And I don't cheat," he added firmly. Winning was much less fun if it didn't come honestly. And besides, if he did end up in her lingerie, he still thought he would be a winner.
"Ready?" he asked, holding his half of the deck in one hand, ready to flip his first card - the eight of spades.
His assurance that he wouldn't be ripping her lingerie had her giggling, "I look forward to seeing that." She had a feeling that even if she didn't win, she could potentially get him into her lingerie at another point. It may have to be at another time but she thought it might be fun if all went well today. "I promise that I won't hurt you when I rip them off you." The words were said casually, her smirk gave away the thoughts that weren't so casual and innocent.
She gave him a grin when he said he didn't cheat, perfect. Then her eyes were on the cards, he was shuffling and then had laid his first card down. She felt her stomach give a nervous flip as she flipped her own card down, grinning when she saw the ten of hearts. "I think I win this one." She motioned towards the cards, "I believe the firewhiskey is yours."
Oh hell, those words, said so casually, went straight to his groin, and his gaze definitely was definitely full of heat and promise as he took in that smirk that went along with the words. When. She'd said when, not if, and that made him want to toss the cards aside and pull her onto his lap now. But no, he wasn't some randy teenager. He could control himself, and it would pay off when he did get her naked, he was sure.
"So you do," he agreed, and as she took the flipped cards, he took a healthy sip of firewhiskey from the bottle, not bothering to fill his shot glass yet. When he flipped his second card and her Jack of hearts beat his three of hearts, he chuckled. "And again," he said. He gamely took another sip of the liquor, though.
And then they tied on a pair of twos, spades for her and hearts for him. "Well, look at that, it's war already." He put three cards face down and then held his next card to flip when she was ready.
ZJ was rather liking the game already, she had won the first two hands! That had to be a sign, she was sure of it. She laughed as she watched him take each sip, nose wrinkling each time. She usually used a chaser for it but in her excitement to the couch, she had forgotten all about it. She was glad they were only doing sips, shots for war. She figured she could handle that, how often would war come up anyway?
As if the universe knew, their first war popped up. “On the count of three.” She said as she finished placing her three cards face down, and holding the next, ready to flip. “One.. Two..” And then, on three she flipped the card and erupted into laughter. His seven of spades beat her five of diamonds. “Here I thought I was on a roll, I thought for sure you’d be taking the first shot.” She bent down to grab the shot glass and the bottle, pouring herself a shot. She lifted it up slightly in a mini toast to his victory, before tossing it back. She shook her head as it went down, setting the shot glass back on the ground with the bottle.
“Alright, alright. Let’s keep going.” She flipped the next, her seven of clubs beat his six of spades. She gave a small victory cheer, complete with a little dance in her seat. Though she seemed to deflate just a bit as they reached their second war! ZJ shot him a playful smirk as they finished setting down the three upside cards, before they flipped the next. When his revealed the ace of diamonds and she only had the seven of diamonds, she let out a gasp. “This game is rigged!” She was laughing though as she scooped up the bottle and shot glass again, repeating the motion from the earlier. Though this time there was no shake of the head afterwards. It burned just a little less that time.
Hyperion had thought for sure she would beat his seven, but he wasn't disappointed to see her take a shot when she flipped a five. He gathered up the cards he won as she did, chuckling at her little toast. When she won the next flip, he grinned and took a sip from the bottle. He didn't mind if she won the battles, as long as he won the wars. Which he did again, and he laughed outright when she accused the game of being rigged.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll win the wars that count, once clothes are at stake," he pointed out teasingly. As much as he wanted to see her naked, he wouldn't be disappointed if he had to lose his clothes first.
She won the next flip, beating his nine with an ace, but then he pulled through with two small wins. He had a pretty high tolerance for alcohol, but he wondered if it would start affecting her sooner rather than later. They seemed to get in a rhythm of flipping cards and taking sips, with her winning three more flips. He groaned in good humor when her king stole his queen. But then in the next two flips, he won, with the last letting him take a king from her with an ace. Not too shabby, if he said so himself. "You doing all right?" he asked her with a little smirk. Yes, he'd had more sips than her, but she'd also had two full shots plus a few sips.
The game was starting to get more intense, they had two wars! She had lost both, she was definitely ahead with the drinks. She was almost certain that the amount of sips he had taken thus far added up to maybe one shot, while she was sitting somewhere near three. When he asked her if she was okay, she thought about it for a second. She knew why he was asking, it was a lot of liquor. “Mmm,” She nodded her head, laughing a moment later. “I’m good, definitely on my way to drunk though. My errands are definitely happening another day.” She wasn’t going to stress herself out later trying to get everything done, she would prioritize later.
“Let’s keep going, you need to catch up.” She flipped her card, letting out another laugh as she watched him lay down the three of spades. They had a war, she had a three of diamonds. “Perfect opportunity for you to catch up.” ZJ laid down her next three, before flipping the forth, only to see that his nine of hearts won over her six of diamonds. “Merlin’s tits!” She shouted, laughing as she moved to reach for the bottle and the shot glass. She was just intoxicated enough that she swayed a second when she first moved, it was that moment when you first move after drinking a bit and sitting in the same spot. It caused her to give a surprised laugh, before she leaned forward to grab the shot glass. “I hope my luck starts to turn around.” Then she downed her second shot, setting the bottle and glass back on the floor.
After shuffling her deck, she flipped the first one to the cushion and grinned. It was an ace of clubs, she was either going to win or have a war and have the prospect of being able to pick up a second ace. She grinned when she saw his five of spades. “I was hoping for a king but I’ll totally take your five.”
When she first answered, he eyed her shrewdly, not sure he believed it. Yes, he'd wanted them to drink and have fun, but he didn't want her to get so drunk that he would feel he was taking advantage of her. Then again, she had agreed to the game with a clear and sober mind, so perhaps he shouldn't worry so much. But then when she leaned to get the bottle when she lost the next war and swayed in that more-drunk-than-you-realized way, he reached out a hand as if to steady her. Thinking better of it, though, he stopped before touching her, which would be dangerous at this point.
He waited as she shuffled her cards and then flipped his when she was ready, frowning when she took his five. Ah, well it could have been worse! "I'd rather keep my kings, love," he quipped before taking a sip from the bottle.
When they tied threes on the next flip, he quirked a brow. "Well, well, well, here we go. First war with clothes at risk." He laid his three cards face down and then flipped the next card face up when she was ready. Her seven of clubs beat his six of diamonds, and he chuckled. "Looks like your luck is turning after all!" And then it was time for him to remove an article of clothing. Oh, he could have easily taken his socks off, but what would be the fun in that? He stood up, put his hands at the hem of his shirt, and brought it up and off, tossing it aside without a word. The work he put into maintaining his body should be seen and admired, in his not-so-humble opinion.
Still not saying anything, he sat down on the couch again with a smirk and picked his cards up again.
The second hand had been another war! The first to involve clothes and she had won. She was just that intoxicated that when he stood up and it all clicked that he was going to take off his shirt, she brought her two index fingers to her lips and wolf whistled at him, before she laughed. “I’d say my luck and my view is improving. It’s crazy how that works!” She was glad they were done with the shots, she knew that if they had continued with the shots she would have been a goner. She was in that sweet spot, where she was just drunk enough to enjoy the game and herself, but not drunk enough that she wasn’t in control.
Then the next six rounds her luck really was in her favor, she had beat him every time. There were no ties unfortunately, and so he stayed mostly clothed. It was then that she lost the next round, losing a four to one of his jacks. “I meant to do that.” She informed him, motioning towards the cards. “I’ve got the winning card right here.” She motioned to the one card that was left for her to flip before she would need to shuffle her stack again. As she laid down the card, a jack of clubs, her eyes were glued to the card that he would lay down. When she saw it was a jack of spades, her eyes grew wide and she quickly scooped up her cards.
“Meant to do that too, before you ask.” She playfully stuck her tongue out at him, before she put down her three face down, then flipped the next. There was the ace of spades at the end of her trail and she let out a triumphant whoop. “The ace of spades!” Was said half sung like the ridiculous Motorhead song.
Hype chuckled at the wolf whistle, feeling another jolt below the belt at it. Fuck if he wasn't the luckiest bloody man alive tonight, having such a fun, gorgeous girl as her run quite literally into him and then invite him in and be open to all sorts of fun things. "I told you your luck would turn when it really mattered," he reminded her, eyes sparkling with good humor.
And then she kept on winning, and all he could do was laugh as he took sip after sip. And then he finally won one, though it was only a flip, not a war, so he still didn't get to see more of her lovely skin. Shame. "Oh, do ye now?" he asked, his natural Scottish brogue coming out more noticeably with as much as he'd drank now. He laughed when the card was not, in fact, a winning one, but instead a tie, and she had to shuffle hers before they could continue.
She put down her flip card a moment before him, and he knew he was sunk in more ways than one when she did that silly half-singing thing and it was an ace. His ten of spades didn't stand a chance. "Clearly the universe wants to see me in your lingerie," he pronounced, not sounding put out in the least. He stood up (not quite as steady as the last time) and glanced down, taking a moment as if to consider what should come off next.
His gaze lifted to meet hers after a moment, and his fingers went to the front of his jeans. He unhooked the button and slid the zipper down quickly, then pushed them down and stepped out of them, leaving him in only his pineapple boxer-briefs and socks. There wasn't a self-conscious bone in his body as he sat back down and flipped his next card without another word, smirking at the ace of hearts and hoping he'd collect something good with it.
ZJ knew that Persephone was Scottish, hell she even knew that her friend had the accent a bit still. Hearing it though from him? It was most definitely a turn on. She wanted to hear it again, she just didn’t know how to get him to slip back into it. “What was that?” She teased, “I didn’t catch that.” The expression on her face probably gave her away that she was teasing him and had meant his accent. While she was teasing, she most definitely wanted to hear it again. Though she did fully believe that if he knew she liked it? He’d use it against her somehow, she assumed with the game even if he said he didn’t cheat.
“I absolutely love when the universe is on my side. Especially when it means a beautiful man, in his pineapple boxer-briefs, is on my couch.” She made sure to shoot him a look, a playful smirk that held that heat. That tension that was building between them as he removed more clothing. She wanted to see what was under those boxer-briefs. They had chased away all the warning bells that had been going off, she was enjoying herself with Hyperion. She wanted to know more about him, which was the scariest part. The part she wouldn’t poke at. She barely knew him.
Though then with the next flip, the universe was against her again. He won her four of diamonds with his ace of hearts, though she did playfully stick her tongue out at him. “I think the universe might be sick of my shit.” Though then she went on to win the next, only for him to beat her twice more, then it was her turn to win three more times before it was her turn to take the bottle from him, she lost twice more in a row. Still though, there had been no wars so no one had lost anymore any more clothing. She had however gotten just a tiny bit tipsier, a bit more bold.
“So now, if I win another war… Does that mean that I get to see what those pineapples look like on the floor?” As if the universe knew, they had another war on their hands. One with a ten of hearts and the other with a ten of diamonds! ZJ gave a laugh as she set down her three, before flipping the fourth. As soon as she had flipped her last card, she knew she was doomed. A two of hearts? Her eyes snapped to look at his card, a groan slipping from her as she realized he had won. “Your six got one of my Queens!” She knew her side of this bet though, she had to remove an article of clothing.
Since Hyperion had not started with his socks, she wasn’t about to do that to him. Instead she sat herself up a bit straighter, reached down for the hem of her top, and pulled it up and off. It got tossed in the general direction of the door. Her cheeks were most definitely a bit pinkish with a blush since she now sat in front of him in just her skirt, socks, and a black lace bra that was almost see-thru if you looked at it just right. There could be a hint of the silver hoops that went through each nipple seen through the fabric of the bra, glinting just barely off the light when she moved just right.
“Alright, next hand.” She motioned towards the cards, a second before she swept her dark locks back so that they would fall down her back. She hadn’t realized she had done so, subconsciously wanting him to look.
The teasing didn't penetrate his more-than-buzzed brain right away, and then once he focused on her and had a moment to process, he realized what had happened. She liked his Scottish brogue. Well, wasn't that interesting? He made a mental note to not try to suppress his natural accent. Her pleasure at the direction things were heading was palpable and contagious, even if he was pleased in his own right. "You like the pineapples, eh?" he asked, perhaps playing up his accent a bit more intentionally now.
The string of battles was entertaining in the fact that they were each having to take more sips of firewhiskey, thus keeping them on the verge of drunk, which was a place he very much enjoyed being in that moment. At her question, he chuckled deeply. "You'll get to see some pineapples on the floor," he retorted cheekily. He hadn't decided yet if he'd save the socks for last, but it was always a possibility. And since both his socks and underpants had pineapples on them, he wasn't wrong.
And then they had another war. Even if he wasn't afraid to lose the game, he did actually want her to lose some layers as well, so he was most pleased when he won this hand. He leaned back and draped his arm over the back of her couch, eyes watching her closely as she sat up a bit more and tugged her top off. She was blushing, he realized once his eyes finally found their way back to her face, and it looked great on her. He wasn't shy about letting his eyes soak her in more, though, catching the hint of metal under the lace of her bra. There was no stopping the sound of pure lust that rumbled low in his throat. He'd never been with someone who had their nipples pierced before, but he very much wanted to have his mouth on her now. There was no way to hide his arousal as he sat there in his underpants, though he didn't really feel the need to hide it. He rather enjoyed knowing she would be able to tell how much he wanted her if she bothered to look.
She pulled his attention back to the game then, though he still let his eyes take in her form, not worried it would put him in hot water as it seemed like she wanted him to look. "All right, here we go, then," he said gruffly, flipping his next card. He chuckled when his ace of diamonds stole her king of clubs. And then the next flip had their kings battling it out. "Well, well, well. High stakes this time." His blue eyes were positively dancing as he peeked over at her while putting his three cards face down before flipping his eight of hearts.
ZJ had hoped she had been subtle enough about her pleasure at his accent, but when it slipped from him again she knew she probably hadn’t been as subtle as her tipsy mind had thought. She bit her full lower lip, nodding her head when he asked if she liked the pineapples. “They’re delicious, what’s not to like?” She shot him a teasing smile, laughing when he let her know that she would be seeing pineapples on the floor, though being vague about which pineapples. She had, in all honestly, forgotten his socks had pineapples on them too. She hadn’t been able to focus on anything else since he had striped to his boxers.
That noise that left him when she had removed her shirt had left her a bit wet with anticipation, she couldn’t help it. It had made her think of what it’d be like to have him pinned under her, straddling his hips… She had to shake herself from the thoughts, there was a game to be played and she wanted to win. Though she wasn’t sure if winning would be him in her lingerie or her naked on the couch… Either way she was looking forward to seeing how it all played out.
Tension mounted as they placed the cards, she was hoping he would lose so she might see those boxer-briefs on her floor. She kept her hazel eyes locked on to his as they flipped the last card over. She only let her eyes move from his when she wanted to see the outcome. A low groan slipped from her as she saw that she had narrowly lost, his eight of hearts beat her seven of hearts! “I swear, the universe is getting me back for being so damn cocky.” She let out a playful sigh, “The universe never seems to blame Gryffindors for that.” It was then that she did something a bit dastardly, she squirmed in her seat just enough so that she could slip her hands up and under her skirt without flashing him anything. She hooked thumbs in the side of her panties before she pulled them off, holding them up after she had bent down to slip them completely off. “This counts, right?” ZJ asked him with an innocent smile, before those too were tossed in the direction of her top. It was her place, she would find her articles of clothing afterwards.
That cocky smirk didn’t leave her, not even when he beat her again with an eight of clubs over her two of spades. The tension in the room seemed to mount though as she threw down her jack of spades and he had a jack of diamonds. It was about to get interesting, they could both cop out and remove their socks but somehow she didn’t see either of them going there first. Her eyes were on him as she placed her first three cards face down. She still didn’t look at her card when she flipped the last one, "Did I win? Does the universe like me again?"
"You'll have to remember to get a good taste of them later," he drawled in a low voice. "See if they're as delicious as you remember." He could imagine her lips wrapped around him, and by gods he wanted it. He was hardly a monk, even if it had been a while since he'd done the casual thing, and he was sorely tempted to just toss the bloody game aside and draw her into his lap. But, again, he resisted. His sense of honor wouldn't let him not see the game through.
Hype chuckled as she groaned at losing the next war. "That's because Gryffindors are naturally cocky. Hufflepuffs aren't," he pointed out, perhaps testing his theory that she was a Hufflepuff. He wondered if she'd guessed that he was a Gryffindor, or if she simply knew it from Persephone. Not that he wanted to think of his baby sister just then. Thankfully, his thoughts were decidedly distracted by what she did next. "Gods, yes it counts," he managed to get out, wanting very much to slide off the couch, settle between her legs, push her skirt up and bury his face between her legs now that he knew she had no knickers on.
He had to give himself a moment, clearly his throat as he tried to refocus on the game again, which was only getting harder the further things went. He won the next flip, and then they went to war again. As much as he wanted to see her naked, he knew the game would be over faster if he lost, and so he hoped to lose. His eyes stayed locked with hers as they laid out their cards, but at her question, he finally looked down. "The universe loves us both," he decided when he saw her ace of clubs beat his ten.
There was no hesitation in him as he stood up and lifted his hands to the band of his boxer-briefs. His thumbs hooking in them, ready to push them down. The fabric started sliding down his arse first, the front catching on his erection, pulling it downward with the material. Just when his cock would have sprung free, a loud ringing sounded in the room, a sound he immediately recognized. "Fuck!" he cursed, tugging his underpants back up as he turned and bent to fish in his jeans for his work phone. "Montgomery," he answered. The conversation was blessedly short, though there was no way to get out of this - he was going to have to go in.
Once he'd hung up the phone, he turned and threw it harder than necessary into his spot on the couch. "I have to go," he told ZJ, his misery at that fact clear. "Please tell me you've got some Sober Up?" It would be his ass if he came into work drunk, though he did have some vials in his desk. That would require making it to his office before running into anyone else, though.
ZJ had wanted a snappy comeback for his comments about tasting the pineapples later but her brain just couldn’t commit to one. Her eyes had slipped to glance at his boxer-briefs, the pineapples in question, and had been pleasantly surprised to see that he was just as up for their game as she was. Her eyes had grown just a bit at the sight, though her smile had only gotten bigger as well. The attraction was mutual and she could see the physical proof.
Though her eyes grew again as he took a shot at Hufflepuffs, she had just been making a joke in general. She hadn’t realized that he was one! She laughed though, not about to admit that she hadn’t known prior to teasing him. “We tend to only be cocky when we know we’re the best.” She assumed that he had known she was a Hufflepuff because she was the same house as Persephone. Though as quickly as the thought had entered her mind, it had left. She wasn’t worrying about things right now, she was playing to win.
Hazel eyes had traveled from down his chest, at which point she had bit her lower lip, and then settled on the descent of his boxer-briefs. She cleared her throat, just as she heard an unfamiliar noise split the air. She had stopped breathing, she was sure of it because the moment she had started to breathe again was when he had said his name. She looked a bit dazed, but she shot him a smile that clearly said of course. “I’m a manager, I have to be able to go in at the drop of a hat.”
ZJ moved then to get up from the couch, her eyes unable to stop themselves as they slipped to look at those pineapples again. “Unfortunately, the only remedy I have for that takes more than two seconds.” She gave him a playful smile, before she slipped off towards the hallway. The Sober Up was kept in her bathroom, under the sink. She didn’t need it often and she didn’t want the cat to get into it. She was back in moments though, holding it out for him. She had still yet to touch him, that was how the entire game had started hadn’t it? She didn’t know if the no touching rule was still in effect but she had a feeling that it very much was.
“So, I do have to ask though… Are you a doctor too?” Although Persephone hadn’t been back long, ZJ assumed this was what it must be like if you were a doctor. You got a call that a baby is on the way? Out the door you go, there’s a new life in your hands.
There was a sharp sense of relief when she seemed so understanding, though he was still far from pleased at their fun being interrupted. It gave him hope that she might be amenable to coming back to it, picking up where they left off next time. Because he was determined that there would be a next time.
Hyperion let out a bark of laughter at her playful words. No, the erection would not be comfortable, but between the Sober Up and going in to work, that should mellow out pretty quick. When she left the room, he tugged his jeans back on, fastening them back up quickly, though they were definitely uncomfortably tight now. He had just picked up his shirt, about to tug it on when she came back in.
He took the offered vial and uncapped it, downing it quickly before addressing her question. "No," he answered first with a shake of his head. "Auror." He pulled his shirt on and then used his wand to summon his shoes, magicking them onto his feet to save time.
And then, he took a step closer to her, lifting a hand to cup her jaw, touching her for the first time. His thumb reached out to brush over her full bottom lip, the desire to kiss her almost too much. He resisted, though, knowing that if he kissed her, he wouldn't be able to leave it at that. "To be continued, Zahara Flume," he promised in a deep, Scottish brogue.
When he said no, her brows rose with interest. The last thing she had expected him to say was that he was an auror for some reason. The only auror she knew was Harry Potter, the man that taste tested some of her father’s stranger candies. She nodded her head though. “Just as demanding,” she muttered, a soft laugh slipping from her. It was just her luck.
Then he was closer, and she felt a jolt as he touched her. It was such an innocent thing too, her hazel eyes on his. Her nose wrinkled at the use of her full name, she wasn't used to people using it often. Though.. That accent of his gave her goosebumps. She was certain that she could listen to him say her name like that all day and enjoy it. She had to drag herself away from that line of thought, she was starting to wonder if he'd say her name like that while they were fooling around... Then she realized he wasn’t kissing her and that was all she could think about. She wanted to press against him, tell him to not leave, anything to get him to stay. She wanted to try to kiss him, though with the Sober Up he would be faster than she was right now, so she instead slipped her hand into the magicked pocket of her skirt that typically held her wand. She produced a purple business card, much like the one she had given Addi and Gen, before she reached into his pocket to slip it inside.
“Just so that you won’t try to play Romeo and come to my window,” she teased, moments before she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I look forward to it.” When she moved back, she moved just a little too fast. She wanted to touch him, she wanted to wrap her arms around him. It all sounded like a bad idea, especially since he had to go. “Go, go, catch a bad guy or something.”
He probably could have told her he didn't need her business card to be able to track her down - he knew where she lived, after all - but he liked the thought of having it, so he didn't bother. "Are you sure you wouldn't enjoy that?" he asked even as she kissed his cheek. Dangerous move, that, as if he turned his head just so he would have been able to capture her mouth in a deep kiss. As it was, he had to let her go.
"I'm going," he said with a soft chuckle before apparating away. Oh, but he wished he could have stayed. Damn demanding job.
"Only if you bring a boombox." She loved her muggle movies and couldn't resist the urge. She flashed him a bright smile, and then... He was gone.
A dreamy sigh left her and she moved to fall down on the couch. She laid back then and stretched out on the cards, laughing as she got comfortable. She hoped he called, she needed to talk to Persephone, she needed more Sober Up, just in case he would need to make a quick exit the next time.