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Tweak says, "You have changed "

Greer Derrick (pgderrick) wrote in vrrpg,
@ 2018-02-17 18:15:00

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char: daphne greengrass, char: greer derrick, location: v-bar, time: 2010 02

rp: first impressions.
Who: Daphne/Greer
When: Saturday night; 2/17/10
Where: V-Bar, to begin.
What: Tracey has set them up.
Warnings: Very adult!

Greer looked once more at the picture that Tracey had sent him. He didn't know Gabriel's girlfriend well - hell, he hardly knew anyone well, but she'd always seemed nice, in that waifish, waspy, delicate, annoying way, he supposed. But when she'd texted him out of the blue he'd been... intrigued. She had a friend, she wanted him to meet her, she thought they might hit it off. Surely Tracey - or at least Gabriel - knew better than to try to get him... wifed up. Surely. Everyone knew better than that. But then Tracey had sent a picture of a bubbly looking, lovely blond with wild eyes and a bright smile. The two girls were giggling about something in the photo, he could tell, and even with digital quality obscuring it, he could tell she was gorgeous.

Greer wasn't one to look a gift horse - even a waspy, annoying one - in the mouth. He'd changed into something casual but still well-put-together - a vest and button-up combination he liked for it's strong lines, and just before 9 he headed to Victory Bar to get himself a good vantage point. No need to let her see him coming, after all.

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pgderrick
2018-02-18 12:09 am UTC (link)

She looked him over like a predator sizes up its prey. Within two minutes of knowing her, Greer could tell she was a force to be reckoned with. A challenge. He liked it. As much as he liked anything, anyway.

Of course, the though of how quickly he could have her begging him, spilling his name from her lips in desperation, made the challenge all the more exciting.

"I'd offer to buy you a drink, but as much as Lisa tries, this place doesn't hold a candle to my personal collection. Would you like to join me at my condo for a proper after-dinner drink?"

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greengrassing
2018-02-18 12:16 am UTC (link)

So much for having to wait and be patient... which she'd never been all too good at, anyway. Daphne's grin was downright predatory as her smile widened, and she offered him her hand. "Please. Then, if you decide I still look overdressed even for your condo... you'll be in a much better position to fix it." She assumed he'd make her wait a little, but the prospect of being properly seduced, stripped down, and fucked? Now there was an appealing thought if ever there was one.

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pgderrick
2018-02-18 12:19 am UTC (link)

Greer kept his face straight as a funeral as he replied, "Well, first I'll have to have my dinner, now won't I? And I'd quite like you keep the dress on for that. And the heels." Yes, he'd have her moaning his name within a half hour of meeting her.

Well done, Tracey, he thought, already trying to pick out a thank you bouquet in his head as he tugged at Daphne's hand and pulled her body close to his, directing her through the crowded bar and then down Victory Road to his flat at the Quarante-Sept. He kept her close the whole walk, one hand at the small of her back, the other not letting her offered hand go. His grip was sure, physical, as was everything he did.

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greengrassing
2018-02-18 12:30 am UTC (link)

"Dinner and dessert, I hope," Daphne practically purred, her eyes as suggestive as ever.

His physicality was... interesting. It had been a damn long time since she'd met anyone so utterly self-assured, who walked the walk and talked the talk down to the last iota. It was electrifying, and for a moment she couldn't help but wonder what had kept Tracey from introducing them until now.

"You know... I think you might be almost as interesting as I am."

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pgderrick
2018-02-18 12:36 am UTC (link)

Greer said nothing to her taunt, letting them into his flat - spare but lovely, dripping with success as any Quidditch Pro's home tended to be - before turning to the kitchen, taking his time, making her squirm. He made them each a cocktail - aged rye whiskey, just the smallest dash of bitters - and brought an expertly made Manhattan over to where she stood, still in the foyer.

"I hope you like bitter and sweet," he said, taking a sip of his own, his eyes not leaving hers. He couldn't help the coil of anger that bled into his stomach at her having called him interesting - people loved to see him as a token, an Englishman of high society who happened to look the way he did, a notch on their bedpost. One of the many reasons he didn't generally speak to women before he bedded them, preferring to keep such matters purely physical. His description of the drink was spot on for himself, as well, he knew. He was certainly bitter.

He turned and walked away from her, toward his bedroom without another word, confident she would follow.

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greengrassing
2018-02-18 09:23 am UTC (link)

"I do," she answered quite simply, a soft chuckle leaving her as she considered him. He really was as unique as Tracey had described him, wasn't he? Tall, dark, and handsome, certainly, but likewise a man of few words. Well. If he was half as good in the sack as he had been implying, none of that would ultimately matter, anyway.

With his venturing off into the bedroom, Daphne took a long sip of her Manhattan before moving to hover in the doorway, unable to help but smile as she looked at him. "I believe you promised to leave the dress and shoes on for round one... but if you've changed your mind on that, I've got something for you to unwrap."

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pgderrick
2018-02-18 07:38 pm UTC (link)

Daphne's form looked tiny in his bedroom doorway - she was small, slender, petite and Greer was not. He watched her as he began to unbutton his vest, but that was as far as he got. He set his drink down and moved across the room to her quickly, the heat in him obvious, and as a hand slid to her hip and he pushed her body back into the door frame, his mouth came down on hers in a searing kiss.

He gripped her hip tightly, though not too much so, and only broke the kiss to move his lips down her neck, leaving a trail alternating light bites and soothing licks.

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greengrassing
2018-02-18 07:56 pm UTC (link)

Oh, she was certainly not about to complain about him taking the initiative, Daphne groaning even as a grin spread over her features as his mouth traveled down her body, her own positively vibrating with the thrill and excitement that came with her first time with a new partner, everything new and wonderfully unpredictable.

Her hand ran up into his hair, Daphne letting her nails run over his scalp as she leaned her head to the side to allow for her neck to be properly exposed, her free hand running down to gently cup his groin. "Tease," she muttered softly, more than a little eager to move onto the main course.

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pgderrick
2018-02-18 08:35 pm UTC (link)

He allowed himself the quietest, lowest little moan at the feel of her nails on his scalp, closing his eyes to the sensation and feeling himself grow half hard already. When she spoke, grunted, bitting a little harder just near her collar bone before bringing his mouth to her ear and whispering, "Patience, remember?" If she kept speaking, kept trying to speed things up, he'd only put it off longer - drive her crazy without ever allowing her to come. That would teach her.

He liked Daphne's obvious defiance, but the idea of training her - teaching her properly over the next hours was enough to send the blood rushing to his groin and his erection strained painfully against the zipper of his denims. He pushed his hips forward, bringing his body flush with hers, still against the door frame, and moved his arms to bring her hands up over her head, pinning them there with one hand. His other went back to her side, gripping just below her breast. She thought he was a tease, he'd show her what teasing could really feel like. His mouth returned to hers before slowly moving back down her neck, lathing her skin with his tongue barely grazing her, just enough to give her goosebumps.

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greengrassing
2018-02-18 08:43 pm UTC (link)

"Not exactly my expertise... I'm much better at getting right to the good part, but I'll try to be a good girl just this once, mm?" Her words were more of a purr than anything else, Daphne looking more than a little pleased with herself-- especially at the feeling of his rapidly-hardening cock. At this rate, it would be a genuine challenge not to brag about his cock to Tracey, no matter how little she cared for Mr. Worse-Than-Adrian-Pucey.

She couldn't help it; a soft laugh escaped her at the feeling of his pinning her wrists above her head in spite of her best efforts to hold back... this guy was gutsy, and she was more than a little into it. "Mm... you're too good at this for your own good."

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pgderrick
2018-02-18 09:01 pm UTC (link)

With a chuckle, Greer answered, "Just this once, yes," he'd never allowed a woman into his bed more than that, and the personal joke gave his laugh a dark edge.

He bucked his hips into her hand, "I haven't even started yet," and it was true, a little necking up against his bedroom door, they were both still fully clothed, he put barely any pressure on her wrists... This was nothing.

His lower hand moved just the slightest, grazing the underside of her breast through her dress. He moved a leg between hers, spreading her knees and pressing his thigh into her apex and he nipped at her ear before moving back to kiss her properly again, her opening her mouth to him to deepen it, eliciting another low moan.

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greengrassing
2018-02-18 09:14 pm UTC (link)

"Good," she muttered, offering a soft, singular nod, a sly little grin creeping its way back onto her face only to be promptly replaced as she moaned again, grinding up against his leg between hers as she kissed him back, her actions more than a little eager.

He wasn't allowing her a lot of room here, but that had never stopped her before, Daphne using his strength to her advantage as she made good use of her core to wrap her legs around his waist. If he could tease, she could do the same, after all.

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pgderrick
2018-02-18 11:08 pm UTC (link)

When she took the initiative to pull herself up his body and wrap her legs around his waist, he used the leverage to roll his hips, the friction going to his head.

He kept her boxed in, though, with the door at her back and his body encasing hers. Palming her breast through her dress, finally, he squeezed, feeling her body react. Suddenly, without warning, he pushed off from the wall and pulled her body with him, holding her up easily with the arm that had held her hands pinned up against the wall. He set her down on the bed, his movements getting faster and more focused, as he pulled the straps of her dress down her arms, exposing her perfectly creamy breasts to his sight and his hands. He leaned down, lying her back on the bed as he did, moving his mouth to her breast, licking and sucking and leaving a mark before moving to her nipple, pulling it into his mouth with his teeth. Greer planned to drive her mad, as she'd been trying to do to him, showing up in that dress in the first place, skin showing just enough to make her intentions clear. His hands roamed her body but steered clear of her apex, just skimming where the top of her dress now bunched at her hips.

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greengrassing
2018-02-18 11:23 pm UTC (link)

She had to admit, that was something she absolutely adored about quidditch players, Daphne smiling into their kiss as he carried her over to the bed, a self-satisfied noise leaving her throat as he pushed her down. They were just so damn strong, something she could more than appreciate.

Moaning again, she watched his movements, looking more than a little pleased with tonight's menu-- he had been an absolutely exquisite choice, and if things continued as they had... she was going to have to thank Tracey properly.

Right now, though, her focus was entirely on the man above her, another soft, breathy half-moan, half-laugh leaving her at his rather obvious continued teasing. "Don't stop now..."

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pgderrick
2018-02-18 11:29 pm UTC (link)

At her request, he abruptly did the opposite that she asked and stopped all of his ministrations. He shook his head, "Oh, sweetling, that's not how this works. He continued shaking his head as he looked her up and down, lying half naked on his bed, looking up at him in a way he loved to see women looking at him. She was at his mercy.

"How this works," he explained as he pulled at her dress, taking it down her legs, leaving her panties in place, "is that I tell you what to do, not the other way around. I'd get very good, very quickly, at biting that perfect tongue of yours, right now." He trailed a finger lazily up her thigh, tickling her skin lightly barely touching her at all.

"If you can't do that, there are consequences. If you tell me not to stop, I will, if you tell me to go faster, harder I will immediately do the opposite." He didn't ask if she understood as he reached to tug down her panties, skimming his hand over her, not actually touching her where she clearly wanted him to. "And first, you're going to come without anything to do with your perfect pink pussy, yes?" He looked up to her face, now, stilling his hands, standing over her like a hulk.

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greengrassing
2018-02-18 11:43 pm UTC (link)

Daphne couldn't help it; she laughed. "All right. I'll play." She'd been with enough people to have met her fair share of doms and subs, but he was undoubtedly one of the more colorful ones she'd come across in her time-- and one of the more skillful ones, at that. "But only because you clearly know what you're doing." Damn tease that he was.

"And what happens if I tell you to slow down or stop? Do you go faster and keep going?" Did the man even use safe words? Not that she'd ever had to seriously implement them; she was careful enough about the people she slept with, after all, and far choosier about her men than about her women, but that wasn't really the question here. She was being terribly naughty, she knew, feeling out the boundaries of the rules he'd set up for her, but then again, she'd always been good at pushing people's boundaries, and she saw no reason for this to be different, not when he was dangling an orgasm in front of her face like a carrot on a stick.

"I imagine you could make me come without even touching me, but... maybe I'm overestimating you."

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pgderrick
2018-02-18 11:51 pm UTC (link)

"You say whatever you like. The only thing I'll actually listen to will be if you ask me to stop entirely. Which I will do." He pushed seriousness into his tone, needed her to know that he meant what he said - he'd never crossed a boundary without a fully willing partner, and he never planned to. His self-hatred was overwhelming as it was, he didn't need to add 'abuser' to his list of specialties.

"And yes, I could, but there's no such thing as overestimating me, trust me there." He said, cockily, but his face remained passive. He looked her up and down again, the heat in his gaze belying his expression. He had flashes of fantasies, picturing her on her knees, her lips wrapped around his cock, his dark hands pulling at her blond hair as she looked up at him with worship in her eyes. Oh yes, this would be a good night. He'd have to send Tracey a thank you basket for gifting him with this little minx.

He stood at his full height, taking off his best and unbuttoning his blue shirt, lying both on the chair in the corner, leaving her to lie naked, alone. He took his time, taking off his shoes, his socks, his pants, leaving his boxer briefs on, imagining telling her to pull them off not long from now, her little hands skimming down his long, muscular legs in his minds eyes.

Coming back to her, he sighed, "You are a pretty little peach, aren't you?" He asked it while his eyes took her in further, not hiding his praise, his hunger for her. "I do wonder if you like taste like a peach, too, but we'll have to wait to find that out." He bent over her body, his long lines just barely not touching her. His mouth closed over her nipple again, wet and hot and not gentle.

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