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Tweak says, "WEEZY"

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 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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