Genevieve Vipond (vievenvol) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-07-04 23:29:00 |
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While Cooper knew that his friend’s mother had plenty of staff that were capable of helping her with this large project, he always felt better when he could come along just in case. He figured it never hurt to have some extra muscle hanging around the joint. It might have just been flowers but all of those flowers needed water sources, everything was heavy. While he knew she was a witch and could handle that on her own with the use of a simple levitation spell, he had still come along. Besides, it was the off season. He didn’t have any games coming up, just a few practices here and there scattered throughout. The woman had been a second mother to him when his own mother had passed, he always dropped everything for her. It had been while he had been lifting a particularly large arrangement up to it’s pedestal that he saw her. He had only just noticed her this season, she played for the Quafflepunchers. He had already been impressed when he had caught one of their games, though he was even more impressed by her when he started following her in the papers and things. Tabloids and stats only told you so much though. He had been prepared for how beautiful she was, she had been laughing when she had passed him and he was certain it sounded just like music. Somewhere deep down, he knew that it was ridiculous. Still though, he wanted to at least meet her. Cooper was most definitely not dressed for this wizarding fashion… Thing. He had no idea if it had a name, was it a show? An expo? He had no idea, he just knew that he most definitely was under dressed. He hadn’t dressed for a fashion event, he had dressed to help his second mother lug around heavy vases filled with water. He almost always ended up drenched at some point, today was no different. He was standing near one of the larger arrangements that they were putting up outside. Just as he was about to get it up on the stand, the person helping lost their hold and it fell back towards Coop. Coop was able to catch it before it fell but it was at such an angle that most of the water that had been inside the vase was now soaking Coop’s shirt and jeans. He let out a loud yell, a very Irish ‘Oi!’ as he set the vase in place. “Put more water in there,” He called out to the man that had been helping, who was standing on the ladder to have the better angle. It was supposed to prevent this from happening. He turned then to walk away, shaking his hands to get extra water off. His shirt was clinging to his chest, exposing all of his muscles. He worked hard on his body, he wasn’t ever ashamed. He kept himself in top condition for games, and while he never minded showing off a bit… This was different. His shirt was uncomfortable, as were the soaked jeans. He was too busy accessing the situation that he didn’t pay attention to his surroundings. When he did finally lift his head to take in his surroundings, he saw her again. She was so close, just inside the doors and chatting with another woman that was looking at all of the things with such wide eyes. He wondered who she was for a moment, before he made his way inside. He had to go in anyway to change his shirt, he was going to take the moment to introduce himself though. He wanted to meet her, what if he didn’t see her again? “Hello,” he said as he walked up to the two women, giving them both that charming roguish smile of his. “I hate to be that person, but your stats on the field are phenomenal. I'm Coop,” Which he said as if everyone knew who he was, and he assumed they did. He held a hand out for her to shake, only to laugh when he saw they were still a bit damp. Ridiculously he wiped his hands on his shirt, only to give another belly laugh. “Uh… Never mind.” He chuckled and kept his hand to himself. Summer was one of Genevieve’s favorite times of year. Oh, she loved playing Quidditch and knew she was blessed to have the career she’d had thus far, but it was always nice to have the summers off. It was just enough time that when practice started back up in August, she was more than ready for it, itching to get back in the air. Every year for as long as she could remember, however, her family made the trek up from Provence to England to visit her mother’s side of the family in Sunderland. Growing up, it had always been for one week, as that was all the time her Papa was willing to step away from his work for, but as she and her siblings got older, they would stay a bit longer with Mum while Papa would head back after a week. And now, she often found herself spending a few weeks in the UK during the summers, which wasn’t much of a hardship. This summer, she had a special treat in store for Adelaide, the middle child of the siblings and also the most enthusiastic about the magical world that Gen was the only one in her family to get to be a part of. Her sister had just finished her degree, and since they were going to be in England during it, she was going to take her to the summer fashion week the magical world was hosting. Even if her sister couldn’t participate, she knew Addi would love observing it all, and she’d gotten her a charmed pendant to wear that would allow her past any Muggle-repelling charms. As much as she loved clothes, she knew that Addi’s passion for them ran deeper, so she loved being able to share this with her. Gen had been so caught up in the conversation with Addi that she hadn’t noticed the man as they’d walked past him, but her attention was drawn to him a minute later when the Irish curse sounded in the air. She glanced over at him in time to see him tugging his soaked shirt away from his clearly defined muscles, and she couldn’t help the thought that this was a better show than the actual fashion show would be. Why did no one ever suggest wet t-shirt contests for men? They would sell out for sure! He seemed to have the situation handled, however, so she turned back to Addi. She was surprised, then, when he approached them, still soaked, the material of his shirt clinging to him. Gen couldn’t help the way her eyes tracked over his torso admiringly. Her own dress showed off her arms and legs very nicely, and she’d had fun doing the pink in the under part of her hair. She smiled back at him, anticipating some cheesy flirtatious line and then being very surprised when he clearly had recognized her. “Ooh, you pay attention to the European league? That is so cool!” Adelaide chimed in before Gen could respond. She turned her head to wink at her sister. “I’ll meet you at our seats, yeah?” “Yes,” Gen confirmed, though she knew her sister would pay attention from afar and give all her opinions on the man later. “And thank you,” she said, turning back to Cooper. “It’s not often I run into a fan here in England.” She would have taken the offered hand, not bothered by the dampness in the least, but he pulled it away too soon. “Do you need a hand with a drying charm, or do you enjoy wandering around with your shirt clinging to your abs and making all the women stare?” she asked teasingly, intentionally pointing out that she’d noticed. There was a swell of excitement that started in his gut, as he watched her eyes roam over his body, a cocky smirk gracing his lips as he nodded his head at the other woman’s question. “I do, I need to know what my competition might look like. They pull from the European league all the time.” Coop realized with the question that neither woman likely knew who he was, he couldn’t blame them though since most players didn’t try to scope out players from other leagues. Brows perked at her words, that cocky smirk just grew in size across his face. She had noticed him and she had been bold enough to make a point of mentioning it, he was taking that as a green light. “I was headed back to get my wand,” His head motioned in a jerk the direction in which he had been headed before he had stopped to chat, he had set his wand down when he had left to help carry the last large arrangement out. He knew he should have stuffed it into his pocket but he had rushed to help the small man that had been trying to lift the heavy vase, forgetting all about his wand. “Though, if you’re the one looking I don’t think I want to be dry.” He even shot her a playful wink, his smile a bit goofy, less of a smirk. “Coop Vipond, Beater for the Magpies.” He shot her a smile then that was just a few degrees off the practiced one that he had for press. The practiced one was perfect from any angle, it was used anytime they had to do a press junket or he needed to do a photoshoot for something. It was such an automatic reaction that he really hadn’t realized he had done it until it was a second too late, which caused him to laugh and break it. “Sorry, I’m a bit too practiced at that.” He was sure another player could easily recognize the press smile, they all had one. He had a point there, though Gen had never considered leaving the Quafflepunchers. She loved her team and intended to stay with them through her entire career if she could. "Ahh, and here I thought it might just be love of the sport," she retorted. "Or admiration of our superior form," she added cheekily, cocking a hip and resting her hand on it in a way that would, hopefully, draw his eye down her body. Her eyebrows shot up at his admission that he didn't have his wand on him. That was inconceivable to her, as she never went anywhere without her wand if she could help it. She was, perhaps, a bit paranoid and over-protective of it, which she'd always assumed stemmed from being a Muggleborn. Not knowing about magic for the first part of her life and then suddenly being thrust into this world... there was no way she was letting any of it go. She laughed appreciatively at his next words, having always been a sucker a big, confident, flirtatious man. "It's not a bad view," she nearly purred, letting her eyes track down over his torso again. "Although, it might be a good idea to at least dry your jeans. You wouldn't want any chaffing to interrupt any..." She paused intentionally and let her eyes move slower down his body, lower before darting back up to meet his eyes again. "...fun later." She slipped her wand out of a hidden pocket in her dress and quirked a brow at him. "May I?" "Genevieve de Blacas d'Aulps," she returned, "but you already knew that." Which, yes, gave her a bit of a rush. She loved attention, and being with the Quafflepunchers for ten years hadn't even managed to take the shine off it yet. She rather hoped it never would. "The Magpies though... They're in..." She paused, thinking it through. She wasn't as familiar with the British league, but she did know a fair bit. "Scotland, oui?" She laughed again when he gave that smile, but then seemed to realize it was his 'press smile'. That was something she didn't typically do, as she tended to be a smiley person anyway, but after hours of dealing with the press at a time, she did tend to have to work at keeping the smile up, as well. "No need to apologize. Only a practiced eye would have recognized that smile," she assured him, chuckling a bit. When she had mentioned admiration of superior form, he smirked and his eyes moving to slide over her form. He didn’t even realize it had been intentional on her part. He definitely appreciated the view, as her eyes slid back up the other’s body he gave her a playful eyebrow wiggle at his eyes reached her’s. “I definitely appreciate the form, it’s one of the many benefits of catching your games.” He wasn’t going to lie, he had definitely noticed her. It was hard not to with the way she handled a broom. He just had assumed she might be taken, he hadn’t realized that she could potentially be single and actually into him. What were the chances? That look wasn’t unfamiliar to Coop, he chuckled and just shook his head. He knew there were things more powerful than him out there, Wishes was one of them. They could make his wand look obsolete if they wanted to. He knew that having his wand or not wouldn’t keep someone like that from being able to hurt him. He didn’t worry so much about needing his wand around for protection, especially at things like this. That almost purr of a noise gave him the chills, his smirk getting a bit darker as his thoughts turned to other ways in which he’d like to make her purr. He wasn’t bold enough to say so though, instead he just nodded his head at her question. “Shirt too, please. If you forget how good I look with it soaking wet, I’ll just remove it. View is much better when it’s completely unobstructed.” There was a flash of mischief in his eyes then, his brows perked. “I did already know that, I think it makes this interaction about ten times less creepy since you introduced yourself. I’m not just some weird fan.” Then his head was nodding, the Magpies were in Scotland. He may have spent most of his time in Ireland with his closest friend but he was familiar enough with Scotland since he had joined the team a few years back. “I have a flat in town though,” It was his mother’s, or had been. It was now his flat. He had felt the need to let her know about it so that just in case they really hit it off, she knew his place wasn’t far. He knew it was ridiculous but he couldn’t help it. She had mentioned things that had put his mind directly into the gutter. When she told him to not apologize, his genuine smile found it’s way back. There was no need to be his persona; he didn’t need to hide behind his public image. He could just be himself. That he had actually gone to some of her games was somewhat impressive to Genevieve, and she knew her brows were raised in surprise at it. "Oh really? And do you make it to the continent often?" A fellow professional player that made the time to go to games he wasn't playing in? Seemed a bit on the rare side, but she wasn't going to complain about it. Gen laughed appreciatively at that, definitely feeling the stir of attraction more with how playful he was being. "I can certainly do that for you." Though she was tempted to leave the shirt wet anyway, as she did enjoy the view. "But hmm, I do believe that should be required uniform for hauling vases - no shirt, that way it won't get in the way." There was no logic to that reasoning, but there wasn't supposed to be. Still, she didn't want to be too much of a brat, so she went ahead and cast the drying charm on his clothes, not trying to hide her disappointed pout when his shirt stopped clinging to his abs. She tilted her head slightly as if considering whether he should still be categorized as creepy fan material, even though she didn't really think so. "No, you're a player too, so you understand, I think." It was a guess, but one she thought might have some basis in reality. At the mention of having a flat in town, Gen's lips curved up in a slow, mischievous smile, eyes dancing with the best kind of trouble. "Oh, do you? Perhaps I can get a... tour of it later?" Because why else would he have brought it up unless he was already imagining taking her there? Coop didn’t want to admit that he had only made it to two games, it didn’t sound nearly as impressive. He had only been able to find time though to make it to two of the games. The first game he had made a point to take time off from a few things to go watch her play, her statistics had been too impressive not to. He had wanted to make a second game though to see her again, because watching her just once on a broom hadn’t been enough. The second he had made it to had been sheer luck, he hadn’t any obligations to anyone else and had been able to take off to go watch her play. He really wished he’d been able to make it to more games, she was gorgeous in the air. “Just a few times,” He gave a relaxed, easy going, shrug. Doing his best to not give away it had really only been twice, “When I didn’t have games and the stars aligned, that sort of thing. You look beautiful in the air. It would seem that you’re absolutely stunning on the ground.” He gave her that smile, that good ol’ boy smile of his that said he was harmless, and he believed he was. He wouldn’t hurt a fly, his temper just tended to make him break walls. “I can relay that message about the uniforms,” he said with a laugh, though his smile grew when he saw that pout. He had an idea, though he hoped it might win him points and not end him in the dog house for being too forward with her. Not all women wanted a man to try to get into their pants in the first few moments they met. He believed he might get points however since he wasn’t asking her to leave right that moment, he was asking in a while. He wanted time to be able to woo her, at least a bit more. “There is definitely a tour going on later, I’m hosting it.” He brought a hand down to the hem of his shirt, lifting it up. He lifted it up just enough to expose his abs and just a bit of his chest, just a hint. “There’s a lot of this on the tour though, uniform for the tour guides don’t come with shirts. Terrible work conditions.” He let his shirt fall then, shooting her a cocky smile. He really hoped he didn’t land in the dog house, when in the hell would he have a chance to run into her like this? It had been completely random. He didn’t want to blow one of his only shots. That was what she expected, honestly - she knew how rigorous training and games were during the season and how difficult it could be to break away to catch a game you weren't playing in, especially one in a different country! So the fact that he'd made it work to see even a few of her games was impressive. "Bien Merci," she nearly purred in response to the compliment, always happy to have her looks on and off the pitch appreciated. "Oh good!" His laugh drew a soft one from her, and she could already tell that he was just the fun sort she enjoyed being around. She didn't actually expect him to lose the shirt, but she liked that he was playing along with the joke. Gen pulled her lower lip between her teeth, smiling as he played along with this, as well. As she was sure he intended, her eyes drifted down to the expanse of well-muscled abs and chest he was exposing, and a soft hum of approval purred from her. "Sounds truly awful," she replied, her tone clearly conveying the opposite. She took her time letting her eyes track back up to meet his again. "I think the show should be done by four." She would need to make sure Addi wasn't abandoned here, but that was a simple enough matter. All she had to do was call Eloise, and she'd come pick their younger sister up. Feeling her eyes moving over his abs was going straight to his head. He now had only one focus, he wanted so badly to take her on a tour of his flat. He knew he still had so much to finish before the show started, and then while it was on he was almost certain he was required elsewhere. He’d find her though, his head nodding when she said just what time the show would be done. “I could meet you back out here around then.” He typically would have needed to stay after to help take everything back down, but he was intending to send a message out to his friend. See if he wouldn’t mind covering for him while he slipped off. How long was she going to be in town for? He had to take advantage while she was there. Feeling bold, he leaned in then and let his lips ghost across her’s in an almost kiss. “I’ll see you then.” It wasn’t like Coop to do something so ridiculous, he thought if he had actually kissed her that he might not have walked away. He would have likely tried to follow her in and sit with her or something ridiculous. He had to finish setting up the rest of the arrangements, he’d made a promise. He would see her after and fulfill another promise. Coop slipped away then, heading back outside to where the partner was waiting on him to help out with the last of the arrangements. He wasn’t the suavest wizard, he definitely looked back to see if she was looking and had an excited goofy smile. He couldn’t seem to help himself. "I'll be here," Gen replied, her lips curving up in anticipation. And really, if she was going to have to sit through an entire fashion show, she rather thought a tour of his flat would be a fantastic reward. Yes, she enjoyed fashion and clothes, but this sort of event was just not her thing. Oh, he was bold, and she couldn't help loving it. Her lips moved to return the too-soft kiss, her fingers itching to curl into his freshly dried shirt and tug him close and kiss him proper, but this was hardly the time or place for it. No, there would be time enough for that after the show. She bit her lower lip again as he walked away, turning her head just so so that she could watch him as he went. His backside was just as impressive as the front, she thought, with a smirk. She realized a moment later that he'd looked back, but she wasn't embarrassed by getting caught looking. Her hand lifted, giving him a little, flirtatious wave even as she laughed before going in to find Addi. The show wasn't as dull as she'd worried it might be, though it did feel about twice as long as it should have! She'd called Eloise once she'd got to her seat and asked her to pick Addi up after the show. She saw her sister off before heading back in to see if Coop would actually be waiting for her near where they'd first talked. It hadn't taken long for Coop to finish setting up the last of the arrangements. When they set up the last installment, he snuck around back and made the phone call. He filled in his friend how he had met the French chaser with the best stats, he didn't go into detail about how he was intending to give her an in depth tour of his flat. He wouldn't gossip about her, it was one thing to make gossip rags because you were caught at the wrong time, it was different when the person you were with just wanted to brag. He was always paranoid about that. Thankfully his buddy understood, Cooper rarely asked favors of people. He was usually the one helping everyone else out, so his friend had agreed. Instead of going home to change, Cooper had other plans. He didn't need to help out at the show any longer and just had to be sure to find his way back by four. He could do that and pull off a small surprise. Cooper had left to see about getting some things to his apartment for the surprise. The tour was going to come with complimentary drinks, he had picked up a bottle of wine, and snacks, he had picked up watermelon licorice. Just in case she didn't intend to get naked tonight, he had also made sure to pick up a muggle movie, Gremlins. All in all he thought it sounded like a fantastic night, he thought. Getting all of these things had taken longer than he anticipated, and so he was jogging back to the meeting spot, a grin breaking across his face when he saw her. She had showed up, he had been worried on his way here that she might not show up. She could have just been toying with him. "I'm glad you came," he said as he walked up to her. "I had to pick up a few things for your complimentary gift basket. Sorry for being tardy." Genevieve was beginning to wonder if she'd been stood up, and then she heard someone jogging in the room, and she turned to look at him just as he slowed to a walk. "Oooh, complimentary gift basket? I had no idea this tour would be so generous!" she said with a laugh, reaching out a hand for him when he got close enough to be able to take it. She was just a very tactile person, and she had a feeling he wouldn't mind. "You're forgiven, just this once," she assured him teasingly. "And how will we be getting to your flat?" she asked, wondering if his place was close enough to walk to. “The staff at House Vipond like to be sure our tour guests are treated properly.” Which made it sound like his house was so much larger than it was. It was a ridiculously nice flat, though there was no staff. It was just Cooper and a cleaning staff he paid once a week that were keeping the place together. He didn’t trust himself to clean up the place and not break a thing, it was why he hired the cleaning staff. He didn’t even hold parties at the flat, it was his mother’s. He didn’t want to ever ruin something about it. Any parties and events, he tended to hold them at another spot. Anywhere but his flat. His hand slipped easily enough into her’s, as if they had not just met. “I was thinking apparation?” Coop admitted, “It isn’t far from here, it’s your choice.” He had been a second from apparating them directly when she had asked. He wasn’t in a rush, he had activities and things planned. He didn’t know what he wanted out of this interaction but he knew that he wasn’t up for a one night stand. At least not with a fellow player, even if she was in a completely different league. He knew one night stands could get messy and he never wanted to mix work like that. Her lips twitched in amusement at that. "Well, so long as they wear the proper uniform..." Honestly, Gen didn't really care what his flat looked like, as she wasn't interested in a tour of his place, but rather a tour of him. She hadn't expected anything like this to happen, but she wasn't one to turn down a fun opportunity. Neither was she looking much further than whatever mischief they might get up to today. The hesitation was automatic. Letting a stranger apparate you somewhere you'd never been before was not the smartest thing in the world to do, and she was a bit skittish about giving up control in that manner. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth for a moment as she considered him, trying to decide if she could trust him to get her there in one piece. "You've never splinched someone in side-along, right?" she questioned him with slightly narrowed eyes, though her wariness was not really with him but the concept of letting anyone apparate her somewhere. Coop couldn’t help the exaggerated eyebrow waggle that he gave her, chuckling and nodding. “Aye, they’ll wear the proper uniform.” He started to swing their hands, just a little as they talked about apparating. He had never been asked these questions before, he gave a laugh at her question and shook his head. “That’s a new one, I don’t think I’ve ever been asked that before. I have not ever splinched someone in a side-along. If you’re worried about my abilities, we can walk. It’s just a few blocks away, we’ll be there in moments.” He motioned with his head behind him, the direction his building was in. “There’s a reason I volunteered to help set up, I lived too close. I couldn’t lie and say I was busy, when you live just up the street you tend to get roped in more often than not.” He had shared just a bit too much, he realized it too late and just flashed her a smile. “If I show you my abs again, please say you’ll still come home with me?” He chuckled then, giving her a hopeful look. “In case it might sway you one way or another, I have candy and mogwai at home.” It wasn’t fair, especially if she was a pureblooded wizard. Coop had discovered the movies from an ex he had dated a few years back, he wouldn’t have known the reference if it wasn’t for her opening his eyes. He laughed! While normally that would have gone over well with Gen, this was about apparating, and that was something of a sore spot for her. Sure, it might have been nearly ten years ago, but getting splinched was not fun. She narrowed her eyes at him, but there wasn't really any heat behind it. After his reassurance that he'd never splinched someone, she'd been about to offer a small explanation of her hesitation, but then he just went on, and she couldn't help but find it utterly amusing. "Well, how can I pass up an offer like that?" she purred in reply, eyes bright with both humor and interest. What could she say? He had great abs! "Wait, you have mogwai at home?" Oh, she knew her lips were parted in surprise still, and it took her a moment longer than it should have to wrap her head around that. It wasn't often she ran into someone in the magical world that was capable of making a Gremlins reference. "I think you definitely need to show me..." She stepped closer to him, wrapping her free arm around him and getting her first feel of the ripped muscles of his back hiding beneath that shirt. "Go ahead," she said, looking up at him as she gave him permission to apparate them, ignoring the way her heart rate jumped a bit at the trust she was putting in this stranger. Coop just smiled at the glare, if it had been one that clearly held some sort of hate, he might have acted differently. As it was she was joking around with him again and he figured that he had passed whatever test and not pissed her off. He tended to piss people off more often than not. When she knew just what a mogwai was, his face seemed to light up and become a bit more animated. “I do! Though they might be trapped inside my television?” He gave a laugh then, his smile big and goofy as she wrapped her free arm around him. “Alright, ready, one..” And then before he said two, he apparated them. It was a quick process that landed them in the center of his living room. The flat was large and spacious, his bedroom was on the second floor, up a set of spiral stairs. The main floor was completely laid out in an open format. There were signs of his activities though from earlier about, on the table in front of the television attached to the wall was candy, the movie, and even a blanket that was spread across the back of the couch. It somehow didn’t look like it fit, which it didn’t. It had been his mother’s flat, not his. He just moved his things in, never really changing much about it. "As you can see, the staff is on top of things today," he teased, stepping away from her then. Then, because he had promised and because it was an excuse to show off, he brought hands down to the hem of his shirt and lifted it up and over his head. It ended up discarded on the floor behind him. "Alright, now that I'm in uniform, welcome to your tour." Genevieve gasped when he apparated them, her stomach lurching in a way that had her squeezing her eyes shut and her fingers curling into his shirt. Even after they landed in his flat, she took a long moment to let go of his shirt, even once he stepped away. Her eyes were still closed, and her hands finally dropped to press against her stomach. She blew out a breath and opened her eyes a few seconds later, her face a little paler than it had been before they'd apparated. Maybe it would have been better to walk. And then, Cooper provided a decidedly delicious distraction, and her lips curved up in an appreciative smile. "Mmm, you wear that uniform well," she purred. She hadn't looked around to take in his flat yet, but she found herself not really wanting to now. Why would she when the view right in front of her was such a pleasant one? "So where will this tour begin?" When they first arrived and she seemed out of sorts, he felt a bit guilty. Though she seemed fine a few moments later and the feeling left as quickly as it had come. He smirked at her, moving one hand to wave along the length of his abs, accentuating them. “This old thing?” He waved his hand at her, making that ‘psh’ noise. “I’ve had it for ages.” When she asked where the tour would begin, he pointed up. “We can start in the room, or we can start with the couch. The couch comes complete with a movie, candy, and refreshments.” His eyes found hers, his smile bright. “Where would you like to begin?” As he asked, one hand reached out to slip around her waist and pulled her in close. “I think there’s a mystery option three.” He leaned in then, closing the space between them as he kissed her, his eyes slipping closed. Oh god, he was fun. She laughed at the way he put his abs on display, and reached out to brush her fingertips over the smooth ridges there, a sound of approval humming low in her throat. "You clearly take very good care of them." And oh, how that had always been a turn on for her! She was a very active person, and she definitely had a type when it came to the men she slept with. Ahh, he was giving her the choice - sex or a movie then sex. "Hmmmmmm." She tilted her head, as if considering it, and then he was pulling her close, and her hands rose to rest on his shoulders without hesitation. Mystery option three sounded great - she loved a good surprise! - and she was just about to choose it when he kissed her. She leaned up against him, returning the kiss with her eyes closed, one hand sliding up to curl at the base of his neck, fingers slipping into the hair at his nape. “Of course I do,” He was still all goofy smiles though, chuckling as she let her fingertips brush over him. Her touch was soft as silk and he wanted more. As her hand slipped up his body to curl around his neck, he kept the one arm around her waist, while he bent down just slightly. He used his free arm to slip under her rear and in a quick motion lifted her up and into his arms. It was a move he executed almost flawlessly, something he’d learned to do when he’d been in his teens. A leg up against the other boys that were still growing into their bodies while he had been working on his to get in shape for Quidditch. While he did this, he didn’t break the kiss. He didn’t break the kiss until a moment later when an idea struck him, a way to round out the mystery option. He broke the kiss then, hazel eyes finding her’s. “The second part of this mystery option cannot be fulfilled if you have clothes on. They sort of prevent the second half.” He had started to move them, walking towards his kitchen area. He knew what he wanted, he wanted to get the chocolate from inside the fridge. It would make a mess, she was in all white, and it was likely a miserable idea. He was going for it anyway. Gen made a sound of surprise into the kiss that quickly morphed into a moan when he lifted her up into his arms without breaking the kiss. That was one of her favorite moves, though the number of men who had been able to pull it off weren't as high as one would think. That he had, and without prompting no less, was a strong turn on for her. She didn't want to stop kissing him, and she was just about to do her own thing, explore his jaw and neck with her lips, but his words distracted her. "Est-ce vrai? I should get in uniform, then," she retorted with laughter in her tone. She slipped her wand out of the hidden pocket of her dress, since getting it off the Muggle way would require him letting go of her, and she didn't want that to happen. With a flick of her wand, her dress was off and draped over his couch haphazardly, leaving her in only her white bra and knickers. It also put her new sternum tattoo on display for him, which still gave her a thrill every time she thought about it. Her noise of appreciation to the move caused things to start to waken. Then they were on the couch and her dress had vanished. His eyes had started at about her navel and then traveled their way up, stopping at that tattoo just between her breasts. Without even stopping to think, he leaned in and licked the tattoo from tip to tip, before his bright hazel eyes found her’s and he gave her a grin. He didn’t apologize, he didn’t have words. Instead he just kissed her, while two large hands came up to rest against her shoulder blades, pressing her against him as he kissed her. The kiss was passionate, as he let one hand start to roam her back. He was determined to help get her out of what little she was still in. There was something he absolutely loved about that white bra and knicker look. It was one of his biggest turn ons, such a simple look but it just looked so beautiful. The ink just seemed to make it that much hotter, the dark color in contrast to the white of the bra. It was an image he likely would never forget, she was gorgeous and had accentuated her body with such a small but gorgeous tattoo. He wanted to know more, he wanted to see if she had anymore hidden like that. He couldn’t seem to make up his mind though, his lips didn’t want to stop kissing her. Knowing fingers worked on the clasp of her bra, not yet letting his lips leave hers, as he moved hands to start pulling the straps down her arms. He planned to only break the kiss once they needed to, if he couldn’t remove her bra without. What he did just then? That was exactly the reaction she'd hoped for in these situations, and it was worth every bit of pain she'd gone through to get that tattoo in that spot. Her head tipped back, and she moaned as his tongue swiped up between her breasts. And then he was kissing her again, and her tongue brushed against his lips, wanting more. When she felt his hands on her back, working the clasp of her bra open without any trouble, she slid her hands from him so she could wiggle the bra off without them breaking the kiss, and she tossed it aside carelessly. As her nipples pressed against his chest then, she rocked over him, thinking he was far over dressed in those jeans when all she was left in was her knickers. Knickers which hid most of her hip tattoo and all of her little candy tattoo. "Mmm, mon cher, you're wearing too much," she murmured against his lips, not opening her eyes yet, as she was definitely not done kissing him. The feeling of her bare chest against his own was beautiful, she felt so soft in his hands. When she spoke, he had been lifting a hand up to cup one of her breasts. He had been just about to move back just enough to slip his hand between them. He stopped mid motion though at her words, nodding his head against her lips. He didn’t need to move from there in order to remove his pants. He did however need her to use her wand again. He broke the kiss then, doing a couple things at the same time. He swiped the pad of his thumb past her nipple, squeezing her breast, while he leaned in and pressed his scruffy face against her neck. He whispered into her ear then, “Use your wand. I need you to help remove my pants and then there’s some chocolate in the fridge..” He licked his lips. “If you could be so kind as to help me out?” He then nipped at her earlobe, tugging gently on it with his teeth a moment before he lifted his head up to kiss her again. He had not wanted to stop doing that, he knew she likely needed to break the kiss to accomplish removing his pants and getting the chocolate but her lips were addicting. Never let it be said that Genevieve de Blacas d'Aulps wasn't a talented witch, even if she did tend to be better with hands on magic than wand magic. She hummed and shivered at the feel of his hand on her breast, his thumb on her nipple, but nodded at his words. Only then he was kissing her again, and really, how was she supposed to focus on doing magic with him doing that? Although his lips were delightfully distracting, she worked hard to clear her mind and do the spell to remove his jeans, discarding them somewhere near her dress. When she felt the complete absence of fabric between him and her knickers, she moaned wantonly against his lips, letting her hand drift down between them to wrap around his hard length And then she remembered the chocolate sauce, and she was intrigued enough by the thought of it that she wanted to see what he would do with it. She had to break the kiss and turn her head toward the direction of his kitchen, though, tilting her head to give him access to her neck as compensation. She summoned the chocolate sauce silently, chuckling softly as it came sailing into the room. She caught it with her free hand and then turned a bit to set her wand on an end table. Coop let out a low noise as he felt his pants suddenly gone, and then there was her hand. It caused his hand to squeeze her breast again, just a little harder this time, before he moved the arm around her down towards her lower back. As his hand came to rest against her lower back, he slipped just the tips of his fingers into the back of her knickers, licking his lips as she broke the kiss to be able to get the chocolate. While he wanted to be a distraction, he knew this could get very bad if he was too distracting. She had given him her neck though, so he took that as an open invitation. He leaned in and picked a spot just above her collarbone to nip. He began to suck at her soft skin, nibbling on it and completely making at least a small mark. It was completely childish but he had always found them amusing, especially if he could give them to a woman in an area that no one else but he would see. There was something possessive and rewarding about it, marking what was his or something. He never thought much of it, he just enjoyed the act. He stopped after a moment though, nuzzling his nose against the spot when he heard her chuckling. "Mm, did you get it?" he murmured just seconds before he placed a kiss to her jawline. He was attempting to find her lips once more, to capture them in another heated kiss. A breathy little moan slipped from her lips at what he was doing to her collarbone, and she'd been in enough intimate situations to recognize it as something that would likely leave a bit of a mark. That didn't bother her though, as there was always makeup and concealment charms if it was somewhere that couldn't be easily covered up. "Mmhmm," she murmured back at his question, though now she was thinking she'd put her wand down too soon, because even with only her knickers separating them, it still felt like too much, and she really didn't want to have to move off him to get them off. She let him capture her lips in another searing kiss, letting her right hand move between them this time to wrap around him and stroke him firmly. When she felt dizzy from the kiss, she broke it, but didn't quite stop, still wanting more. Her lips moved over his jaw and neck to his ear. "And just where do you want to lick the chocolate off me, hmm?" she asked against his ear, her tone breathy. His entire brain felt a bit scrambled as she kissed him, her trail moving from his lips to his jaw and up his neck. His eyes had closed as she kissed his neck, his head tipping to rest just a bit against her's when she whispered. He smirked as he moved his hand that was in the back of her knickers down lower, until he was all but cupping one of her cheeks. "I intend to lick it off your breasts," As he said this, the pad of his thumb rubbed over her nipple, a circular motion that he didn't stop. "maybe down that toned little belly of yours, all the way until I end up kissing your lips." He smiled then, though it spoke of mischief and fun. It was then though that he moved his hands away from her. He wanted the chocolate syrup because the images he had just given himself were far too good. He knew just where he wanted to lick too. He wanted to lick that spot between her breasts again, he wanted to lick the curve of her hip, and along the inside of her thighs. He wanted to watch her face as he slowly poured the cold chocolate on her body, only to lick it up moments later. They were going to be covered in chocolate before the day was through, he was sure of it. As she felt his hand curl around her ass, she let her teeth pull lightly at the soft, tender skin just below his ear, sucking a bit, though she wasn't trying to make a mark. Yet. Her stomach sucked in at his words, her nipples tightening impossibly more. "Mmm, I like the sound of that," she admitted. When he removed his hands, she gave him the chocolate sauce and then shifted back a little on his lap, watching him with bright, eager eyes. "And after you do that, do I get to lick some off your cock?" she asked flirtatiously, her fingers curling around the silky hardness between them again, stroking him with light, teasing motions. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd be able to handle that, if he would be able to last with her mouth on him that way. A deep moan slipped from Coop, his eyes slipping closed as she sucked and nipped at that spot. It was one of his weakest spots, just below his ear. It was like a little button was there that when anyone paid attention to it, it drove him absolutely wild. His hand tightened it’s grip on her cheek, digging nails into the soft skin for just a fraction of a second. Then he had chocolate and well… That was significantly more important. He had just been about to drizzle some chocolate across one of her breasts, when she asked that. It caused him to squeeze just a bit too hard and chocolate squirted between them, all over her breasts and all over his chest. He let out a surprised laugh, nodding his head. “You can most definitely lick some off my cock, especially if you’ll say it again.” Hearing her talk dirty in that accent just did it for him, he wasn’t going to second guess it. He’d just ask her to do it again, maybe even think of dirtier phrases for her to say later. He already had a few in mind. Without waiting though for any indication that she might want to clean him up first, he leaned in and licked up the curve of her breast. He licked a clean trail in the little bit of chocolate that had gotten on her breast. He flashed her a smile before he dipped his head in to capture her nipple with his mouth. His tongue rolled around the hard bud, sucking at it harder. He was hoping to suck hard enough to leave her breasts just sensitive enough that when he sat back, he’d be able to blow on the wet skin and cause her to make some sort of noise. It didn’t always work for him, but he was going to give it a shot. All the while, his only free hand had found its way to her lower back. He applied pressure to her lower back as he lifted his own hips towards her hand and a low moan slipped from him. Her hand felt so good and he didn’t want her to stop, though he wanted more. He was thinking about her mouth on it as he nipped at her nipple, just the barest grazes of his teeth against her sensitive skin before he started to move back. He moved just far enough back to blow ever so lightly against her breast, his eyes lifting to look at her reaction, if he had even hit his mark. The way his nails nipped into her skin had her moaning against his neck. She'd always loved a little bit of rough handling - she wasn't a china doll after all! - and this was just the right amount of it. When her words surprised him enough to squeeze an awful lot of the chocolate sauce between them, she tipped her head back and laughed, though his words had her looking at him again with a sultry expression. "Mmm, you like the way I say cock? Or do you like the thought of my lips around your cock, sucking you deep in my mouth?" she asked, purposefully letting her accent slip more toward the French end of her spectrum, though she was able to sound English when she tried. Her fingers tightened a bit around him, squeezing a little more firmly as she stroked up, adding emphasis to her words. The feel of his mouth on her breast was exquisite, and her head tipped back a little, her eyes slipping closed, her free hand coming up to cup the back of his neck, her fingers pushing into his hair. "Coop!" she murmured on a breathy moan as he sucked her nipple harder in his mouth. And when his mouth left her nipple and blew on it, she let out a whimper as her nipple tightened to an almost painful peak. Her fingers tugged his hair to tilt his head back just enough that she could capture his lips again, tasting the chocolate, which only made her want to slide down to settle between his legs and do what she'd suggested she would get to do. But that would require separating from him, and she also really wanted to feel him in her, so it was quite the conundrum. "J'ai envie de toi," she murmured against his lips, certain he would have no clue what she was saying, but unable to help herself. It was a really good question and he honestly didn’t know what he liked more. Did he like hearing her say the word cock or did he like the idea of having those gorgeous lips wrapped around his cock, he licked his lips at the image and nodded his head. “I think it’s a bit of both. I’d much rather your lips be around my cock, then hear you talking dirty while I fucked you afterwards. I’ll have my cake and eat it too.” He had the cockiest smirk just then, fully confident that he might be able to get just that. Cooper had been trying to watch her as he played with her breast, then her fingers in his hair had caused his eyes to slip closed and a low noise to rumble in his chest. Someone had told him once that if a girl pulled your hair too much, you’d go bald. He’d found that to be false because it was one of his favorite things and he still had a full head of hair. She was hitting all his buttons and he was putty in her hands. Hearing his name had been beautiful coming from her, as they broke the kiss and she said.. Well, he had no fucking idea, it had sounded hot though. He let out a playful growl noise that sounded a bit like ‘mmrpf’ while simultaneously his hands came down to cup her ass. He gripped harder than he had meant, nails biting into her skin again. Coop stood then, moving them just enough lift her up, before he laid her down on the couch. He moved away, just long enough so that his hands could move down, removing her knickers and tossing them to the floor. He kissed her firmly as he crawled over her, his hands resting on either side of her head on the couch, using it to hold himself up just barely above her. He knew it was ridiculous but the feeling of the chocolate rubbing against their chests had felt ridiculous and wet. He knew it'd get worse but he was going to avoid it for just a fraction of a second. Genevieve gave an appreciative chuckle at that, loving the imagery it provoked. And she did so hope he enjoyed eating that cake later... "I think that can be arranged," she purred, more than happy to do both those things for him. She caught his obvious pleasure and wanted to make sure she knew what had caused it, so she rubbed her hand down his neck, and then back up into his hair, curling her fingers and giving a light tug. Finding out what her partner enjoyed was one of her favorite things to do every time she was with someone new. That sound he made shot straight to her core, and the feel of his hands on her arse was rather perfect, the slight bite of his nails against her skin, the press of his fingertips... she wouldn't be surprised if he left marks, but that never bothered her when they were done this way, when it was all passion and heat and desire. And then he moved them again, standing up and shifting her to lay on the couch, and she let out a small squeak of surprise that ended on a moan as his hands pulled her knickers from her body. Once he settled over her, she hooked her legs around him, pulling him closer, her hips rocking a bit as if seeking his cock, trying to make contact and be filled by him. She wasn't sure what his next move was, but she was positive she would enjoy whatever it was. His hips rocked into hers, a low moan slipping from him as he moved a hand to trail up her side. He kept going until he cupped her breast, rubbing the pad of his thumb against her nipple and feeling that chocolate smearing under his touch. He chuckled as he felt, a very chest rumbling sound that held a heat to it. He was always one to laugh during sex, especially if he was enjoying it. “Mmm, I’m going to need to lick you clean after this,” he muttered as he shifted just a bit so that he could slip down her body just enough to take that chocolate covered nipple into his mouth to swirl his tongue around it, clearing the chocolate that had been on it. There were just too many options to play with and he wanted to play with them all. As Gen pulled him closer, he felt the chocolate on their chests rub and slip against them as he kissed her. His head tipped into the kiss, deepening it with a low moan as his hips rocked into hers once again. It took just a moment before he broke the kiss, nipping at her jawline. “Please say you’ve got all the magical protection in place?” he whispered against her skin, hazel eyes lifting to meet hers. He wasn’t entirely sure he had any muggle contraceptives around and he really didn’t want to move to do anything but get inside of her. She was intoxicating in a way that he wasn’t familiar with, she had completely ruined his entire plan of candy and movies. That chuckle reverberated through her, warming her more. She'd always loved being with someone who could laugh and be silly during intimate moments like this, and this was definitely racking up to be one of the most fun first times she'd had with a man. "Mmm, promises," she purred, loving the sound of his tongue cleaning the chocolate from her. "And then maybe afterward, we'll test your shower, make sure it's still working," she suggested, eyes shining with promise. Shower sex was a completely different workout, but it was one she really enjoyed. The chocolate was making his kisses even sweeter, though she knew already that they were fantastic even without the sweet treat. And the way he rocked against her, feeling his hardness brushing against the apex of her thighs, had her nearly dripping with desire. "Oh yes, of course I do," she assured him firmly, not brushing off the concern but also not wanting him to worry about it. She opened her hips a bit more for him, welcoming him in, wanting him to fill her. One hand gripped the large muscles of his arm, the other cupped the back of his head, fingers gripping his hair as she sought more. “It definitely needs testing.” Coop said with a low groan, he loved shower sex. One of his favorite ways to start the day was with a nice long run that ended with a beautiful woman, much the same as he had now, pinned against a shower wall as they got clean together. Just the idea of that woman being Gen had him excited about the prospect of that shower later. As soon as she told him that of course she did, he didn’t hesitate. He rocked his hips forward, sliding inside of her and filling her completely. He let out a low groan, just seconds before his lips crashed into her’s again. His hips pulled back, before thrusting forward again, starting a fast pace. She felt wonderful, her warmth surrounding him as he moved over her, his muscles working under her touch. His arms strained as he held himself up, supporting his weight as they moved, the chocolate on their chests just getting more slick as time went on. His hand moved then to hold her thigh, slipping up towards her knee as he pressed her leg farther up, causing him to slide deeper inside of her. Another appreciative moan slid from him as he felt himself sink deeper inside of her, he couldn’t get enough. Gen moaned as he slid into her, stretching and filling her in the best of ways. She kissed him back, her hands moving over him, fingers pressing firmly against his skin, her hips rocking up to meet his thrusts. God, she loved sex, and sex with a big, strong, sexy, fun man... it was absolutely the best. She loved that he didn't go slow and steady, that he set a fast pace and rocked deeply into her. That move he pulled, pushing her leg farther up, had him hitting the perfect spot in her and she moaned again. "Oh, oh fuck, right there!" she breathed. "Fuck, don't stop!" Please god, don't let him stop! Because she could feel herself getting closer already, and the best feeling in the world was coming around a hard cock buried deep inside her. Her fingers curled against his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin just a bit. Cooper felt that moment that he hit that sweet spot, she moaned as he hit it and he let out a moan of his own. “Fuckin’ hell.” He groaned out as he paused for half a second, just long enough to adjust himself on the couch so that he could use it for leverage so that he could thrust harder. Her warmth enveloped him and the feeling of her nails biting into his skin was tipping him over the edge. He could feel his own orgasm coiling towards his release, he knew when it hit it would take him under. The hand that held her thigh may have pushed her leg just a little higher, testing just how flexible she was. He tightened his grip on her thigh then, nails digging into her skin as he held onto her. His other hand curled into a fist, pressing more into the cushion so that he could keep himself up, knuckles going a bit white. His head dipping in then, licking a spot of chocolate that was just above her collarbone. He licked up her neck though, biting playfully at her jawline. “Cum for me,” he purred against her skin. “I want to feel you when you hit your peak, as I’m buried deep inside you.” His voice was lower, a bit breathy as he picked up his pace. Her head tipped back against the cushions, exposing her long, slim neck to him as her eyes slipped closed as she got swept up in the pleasure he was bringing her. Her leg was pliable as he pushed it higher, her body tremendously flexible, and she practically purred out a moan at what that combined with his nails pressing into the smooth skin of her thigh did to her. "Fuck, yes," she breathed at his near-command for her to cum for him. She had a feeling she could tumble over easily and quickly if he kept talking to her like that. Dirty talk had always been a sure turn on for her, though. It was when he went a bit faster that it hit her, though, and she cried out, her arms slipping further around him, her hips jerking up and locking raised up against his body as her walls pulsed her orgasm around him. It had been fast and dirty, and everything she'd hoped for. "Oh fuck, Coop, yes," she whimpered, feeling light-headed from her release. As Coop felt her hit that peak, he hit own moments later as he thrusted into her once again. He came while buried deep inside of her, a louder moan slipping from him. He tended not to make words, unless talking dirty. As he breathed heavily, he rested his forehead against hers, letting his eyes slip closed. “Shit,” he muttered with a soft laugh, though he didn’t move to pull out of her just yet. They were disgustingly stuck together with the chocolate and he didn’t want to feel that sticky feeling as the chocolate tried to keep their chests together while he was trying to move away. “Mmm, you ruined my idea of candy and movies,” he muttered before he turned his head and licked her cheek. He erupted into laughter then, and laid a bit more on top of her, almost purposely squishing her. “If you give me ten minutes, we can test out that damn shower. It’s been on the fritz, it needs a good testing.” The feeling of a man coming deep inside her was exquisite, in Gen's opinion, and she was thankful not for the first time for the magical protection that allowed her to do this with minimal risk. At his muttering, her soft laughter mingled with his, and she couldn't help brushing her lips against his in a series of light, silly kisses, moving from his lips to his jaw. She couldn't help but laugh when he told her she'd ruined his plans. "Who says candy and movies can't still happen?" she retorted cheekily. She wasn't in a rush to leave, and she had a feeling she would enjoy eating candy and watching Gremlins with him. "If you'll hand me my wand, I can get us cleaned up enough to sit up again," she offered. |