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ronnie kegg can kick [your] ass. (keggers) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-08-22 09:23:00

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!2003: 08, !incomplete, harold dingle, veronica kegg

WHO: Veronica Kegg & Harold Dingle.
WHAT: Harold uses his skills of climbing through windows to visit Ronnie.
WHERE: Veronica's studio flat near St. James Park in London, England.
WHEN: Early Sunday morning - around 2am.
RATING: TBA - depends on what happens

Exhausted.

Keggers was bloody exhausted. After being relieved of her double shift all Ronnie wanted to do was sleep. Her feet her, her back hurt and she was tired. The woman really couldn't complain, not matter how much the Ministry overworked her, it was just money in her pocket. It did eat into her social life, but Veronica really wasn't that much of a social creature. Of course, there were times where all she wanted to do was kick back with some good friends and get completely inebriated, but it wasn't necessary to be with friends if she wanted to get piss-ass drunk. Being overworked like she was did prevent her from seeing Harold, and while she hated to admit it, she missed him. There was something about Dingle that made her chest tighten up and her stomach turn with butterflies. While she would NEVER admit it, she had a feeling she was starting to fancy him more than just a little. She couldn't place exactly why, but he did manage to make her feel better after stressful days at work.

Being released from the department a little after midnight, Veronica decided to apparate home. She was too tired to walk to the floos, and didn't feel like walking home. A loud crack announced her apparation into the hallway right outside her flat. Not bothering with the key, she just pulled out her wand and charmed the door open. Luckily for her no muggles were awake at midnight, or if they were they were not paying attention to her. The complex that she lived in mainly consisted of middle aged mothers and fathers with their children, or University students too engulfed in their own muggle world to noticed a pretty witch living next door to them. The flats were typically tiny, but with a little bit of magic, Veronica managed to turn the one room flat into something spacious and comfortable. The flat consisted of three rooms. The main room was large and spacious, a kitchen off to the left the moment you walked into the studio. A living room straight in front and a little dining area following the kitchen. Two rooms were just beyond the living room/dining room. A bathroom to the right, and a bedroom to the left.

Kicking off her shoes at the door, Veronica slammed the door shut and padded her way to the bedroom. It didn't take her long to peel off her clothes. Merlin, how she wanted a shower. After chasing criminals for practically a day and a half all she wanted and needed was a shower to wash off the grime. Unlike her room, the bathroom was nothing special. It held all the necessities that a bathroom needed. Running fingers through her hair, she waited for the water to get piping hot before stepping under the steam. Allowing the hot water to ease her muscles and "destress" her body from work. It was just the thing her body needed after a long, very long shift as a hit-witch. Spending practically 45 minutes in the shower, Veronica was calm and suddenly more tired than she was before she got home. Turning off the shower, she grabbed one towel and wrapped it around her body, and another wrapped around her hair.

Merlin, all she wanted was to crawl into bed. Drying off, she tossed the towel into a basket for laundry. Allowing the towel to fall from her hair, she kicked it towards the basket as well and climbed into bed. Not bothering with clothing, she opted to sleep completely naked. Curling up under the sheets, it felt nice against her smooth skin. It didn't take her long to fall asleep. By 2am, she was sleeping soundly, body tangled into the sheets so one long leg was tossed over the side of the bed and her entire upper body was exposed. The life of a hit-witch was exhausting, and this was exactly what Ronnie needed. A good long sleep in her bed after a nice hot shower.

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keggers
2010-08-24 04:17 am UTC (link)

Ronnie was just starting to drift off to sleep, nestled between her sheets when the first pebble hit her window. Kegg was about to shrug it off as a sound outside had it not been for another pebble hitting her window. Piercing hawk-like eyes flashed open, and then narrowed as fingers fished under her pillow to wrap around her wand. She waited, anticipating another tap against her window. Holding her breath, ears were tuned towards the window. Ronnie didn't know exactly what she was nervous about, perhaps working too much made her paranoid about her job following her home - but whatever it was she was definitely a little nervous about what could be banging around her window.

At the sound of another pebble hitting her window, Kegg threw the sheets off and pulled out her wand from under her pillow. Bare feet hit the cool wooden floors and barely made a sound. Without hesitation, Ronnie pulled aside the curtains just to come face to face with Harold Dingle pressing his face against the glass. Letting out a startled shriek, Veronica flailed back slightly. Stumbling over her own to feet and falling back, allowing the curtain to fall back into place. Lucky for her, since she was naked, and tripping would have likely given Harold quite the show if the curtain didn't fall back in place.

Fingers fumbled to grab something to cover herself up with, ripping the sheet off the bed, she wrapped it around her body. Picking up her wand once more, she crept back up the window. The tip of her wand slowly pushing the curtain to the side as those piercing hazel eyes peered out once more.

"Harold?!" She stared at the face pressing up against the window, as she gave him one of her 'wtf' looks. With one hand wrapped around the sheets to hold them around her body, her other hand went to unlatch the window. Pulling open the window, she just looked at him perplexed.

"The bloody fuck are you doing..." Pausing she looked past him to the view from her window, which overlooked the park, "Hanging off the side of my flat?" The cold air billowed through the window, sending her curtains flickering back and making her shiver. She didn't care that she was naked underneath that sheet, she was more concerned about being awake.. and the reason why Harold was climbing through her window like it was a normal thing to do. Ronnie was confused and exhausted. Part of her began to wonder if this was one strange dream. Maybe her subconscious was telling her that she truly missed Harold and thus she was dreaming of him climbing through her window to see her.

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_dingle
2010-08-24 05:55 am UTC (link)

Harold had always been an excellent climber of many things. Not many chances did he have within his grasp to venture up along the side of a flat in an almost Spiderman fashion. All he was missing was the suit to be honest, and he'd fit the part quite well. Each foot and hand worked together accordingly, making sure that each movement counted in scaling up the side of the building. Any climbable surface came easy to him , which anyone could plainly see, especially if others knew him well enough. It was almost how he had entered Daphne's mansion through the window, except not in the manner his thoughts were racing. A bit of climbing there as well, but not as big as he had accomplished just a few moments ago. Truthfully, he wasn't sure how Veronica would react to his actions in the middle of the night. It could end up different amount of ways and emotions flooding out between them. Harold was only hoping that everything would be positive. He couldn't deny to himself any longer that he simply wanted to spend time with the beautiful woman. She captured his attention in ways that no one had in previously, which he hoped his choice in the early hours of the morning spoke in the same way as she had done to him easily.

As he held on to the ledges effortlessly, Harold had just enough time to gaze into the dark bedroom, before coming face to face with the woman that was obviously within his thoughts. Nose slightly pressed against the glass, he watched her stumble backwards on to the floor. A concern look spread across his facial features washed over him immediantly, which was enough to press the idea that Veronica had came to the window completely nude. As shagging entered his mind once again, Harold shook his head slightly to simmer that thought from forcing it's way to the front. Allowing a hand to press upon the window before him, he shifted a bit to see if she was okay from the fall, but the curtin had occupied most of the view. With a tilt of his head almost as though the simple action would give him a better view within the room before him, Harold looked on, wondering if it was a good idea to venture over in the middle of the night. He wanted to spend time with Kegg, but not scare the crap out of her at that time of day.

"Kegg?" he asked in a normal tone of voice as he pressed a hand on the surface before him. It hadn't been much longer that she emeraged and pulled the curtin off to the side once more. There, he had a much better view then before in a matter of minutes, even though he swore that the sheet hadn't been around her body a few moments ago. With a mischevious smile played along the corners of his lips, Harold moved his head forward and within her flat as Veronica had finally opened up the window for him. The expression across her own face had spoke in volumes. A detailed wtf look started directly at him a couple of inches away from him, however that wasn't enough for him to change his mind on being there. If anything, it was honestly making him yearn to be quite more closer with her.

A light chuckle exited his lips first, as he shifted his body just a tad bit to make sure that he had a good handle on the position upon the wall of the building. "It's a good way to get your attention, especially since it took you almost no time to open a up to me," he replied, quite proud of his climbing ability. Seriously, Harold was glad that he never listened to his mum when it came to ceasing climbing up a nearby tree for no reason at all. "But, you didn't have to get dressed for me. I like the look, Kegg." With a careful hand, he reached out just slightly and felt the fabric of the sheet that wrapped around the woman's body ever so slightly. It was just slightly odd that the thought of her nude a few moments ago had seemingly vanished from his thoughts already. Odd.

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keggers
2010-08-24 07:51 pm UTC (link)

It is had been anyone else scaling the wall of her apartment, and sticking their nose against her window, she would have hexed their arse from there to the other side of the universe. However, something about Harold putting that much time and energy into seeing her flattered her... a lot. Though, she was not very much amused at the moment, and that might have been because she was a little overly tired. Smacking his hand away rather roughly, she brushed past him to stick her head out of the window. Gaze followed the side of her apartment down to the sidewalk and then back up. Almost like she was expecting to see a ladder, or broom lingering around to make the climb easier. Nothing was there. Glancing out towards the park, she shook her head, and then moved back into the bedroom, closing and latching the window behind her.

"Do you do this often, Dingle? Scale buildings and tap on the windows of pretty girls to get their attention?" Shooting him a wink, she moved to her dresser and pulled out an oversize, worn in, and faded Montrose Magpies jersey. Making a point to turn her back to Harold, she allowed the sheet to fall to the ground giving him a good flash of her backside as she tugged on the jersey. If she was going to have company, she might as well wear something a little more proper than a bed sheet that she hastily ripped off her bed. The jersey to a little above her thighs, it didn't do much to cover over the bottom curse of her ass, but it was enough to make sure she wasn't flashing Harold completely.

"You know, there are better ways of getting my attention, Dingy, most of them don't involve you pressing your nose against the window to my bedroom at two o'clock in the morning." A sly smirk curled on her lips, as she sat down on the edge of her bed, and scooted over to give him room to sit as well. "Though, I am flattered that you thought of me in the middle of the night and decided to come find me." Placing the heels of her feet on the edge of the bed, she pushed back to lay back down, flopping down. The oversized jersey threatening to fall off her body completely as she laid there. "Most people also plan sleepovers in advance, I'm afraid I don't have any cookies baking, nor any good ghost stories."

Pale eyes found him easily in the dark, as her head tilted slightly. Kegg couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something very exciting about Harold coming here in the middle of the night. Why did he come here? What did he want? Did he have something planned out that he wanted to tell her? Something that couldn't wait until the morning, or wouldn't be suitable for the journals? Veronica had to admit that even though she was frustrated that this was how he decided to show up, she was happy he came. At least now they could spend some time together. She did miss him hanging around her, and making her both angry and happy at the same time.

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_dingle
2010-08-24 11:00 pm UTC (link)

Once there was a bit of room between them, Harold slipped his entire body within Kegg's flat. He could have hung on out there for a good while longer, but where the fun would be in that? And he always imagined some old lady assuming that he was doing something that he ought not be doing and call a whole slew of law enforcements to take him away. Thankfully, that wasn't the case, not that he thought that she would call the cops on him for making an appearence in the middle of the night. He truthfully wanted to see her. It had been too great of time that passed by since the last time he caught her within his perpherial view, which was saying something since their offices were adjacent to one another. Unless her boss didn't take a liking to him more than he thought after asking him if he could give her a day off. Keeping them apart, maybe? No. Bosses were cruel at times, but not that bad. At least, that's what Harold was optomistic about.

Harold watched Veronica's movements as she gazed through the window, unsure what she was looking for as a whole. There was a possibility that she was in awe that he managed to scale the side of the flat without any aid of a broom or ladder. Of course, that had to be it. Just the thought of that brought a quaint smug across his facial features. "Well," he started, having to honestly reminance slightly of his climbing adventures. Sure, he managed to always enter the Vaisey Villa through the window, but that was competely different from the current moment. It had always occurred to increase anger within Daphne. There had also been the time where he scaled up the side of the Brown residence at an almost perfect time of day. At the time, those actions had happened because he honestly did like Lavender, even though there was never a possibilty that she would return to him. Pushing those thoughts aside, Harold knew that tonight was different those combined. "Only for the handful that catch my full attention. Or simply just you," he finally replied with a coy smile, fibbing just a tad bit. The past was just that and there wasn't a need to bring old tales forth, especially since he was unsure of his complete feelings for Kegg.

As she made her way towards the dresser, Harold watched her carefully with a tilt of his head. There were times that Veronica had done unpredictable things, so he wanted to keep an eye upon her at all times. It wasn't completely about seeing a part of her body that the sun didn't shine all too often. Well, he couldn't lie that he would honestly care to catch glimpses of that part of her body more often. It almost felt as his thoughts were answered as the sheet slid down the curves of the perfect body that stood before him. The view didn't last for too long, but enough for him to enjoy the sight.

"Better ways? I thought the gesture was a bit romantic. Then again, I am missing a few assessories. Flowers. A violin band," he responded with a hint of an amused tone of voice, as he sat upon the bed next to the woman, leaving only a small amount of room between their bodies. Harold had only been there a few moments, but he could already feel himself having a good time. Kegg had that sort of wave about her. Whether they were arguing or physically closer to one another, he knew that they'd enjoy that amount of time together. After all, even with the arguements, they couldn't bring themselves to stay away for very long. "I thought you were good at telling ghost stories. There was that one time where you made a kid piss in their good pants. That was a riot," he added, pausing slightly as he watched Veronica lay back on the comfortable bed, eyeing the jersey that pressed against her body. If only the article of clothing was a bit shorter in length. There wouldn't be anything covering her body southernly. "Or was that because of something else? Eh, you can't blame this bloke for wanting to see you and didn't care about the time."

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_dingle
2010-08-24 11:00 pm UTC (link)

Harold watched her a little longer, before leaning in closer to her body. A hand brushed against the jersey ever so slightly before being placed firmly on the other side of Veronica's body. Lips worked their way closer, pressing against her own within seconds. It was hard to resist the woman in the dark for too long. Eyes adjusted quickly after entering the room from the half moon light, as he spied how beautiful she looked that evening. He couldn't blame himself for snogging her right then and there. He only hoped that she didn't mind either, making the kiss last a bit longer.

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keggers
2010-08-25 05:03 am UTC (link)

A finely sculpted brow arched slightly at the coy smile. "Well, aren't I just the lucky one?" Kegg was unpredictable, it was usually that fact that kept her alive. Being one of the few hit-witches in a predominately male occupation, Veronica was constantly proving her worth out on the field. While her boss usually looked down upon her as a person, he couldn't deny that Kegg was damn good at what she did. She was ruthless and relentless at her job. Impulsive was the number one thing listed in her file, but it kept her on her game. She was the type of woman to act first and ask questions later. She usually jumped the gun on making arrests, going on pure instinct rather than facts. If someone looked suspicious, nine times out of ten they were suspicious for a reason. Of course, just because she wasn't at work, didn't mean all those favorable - or unfavorable - personality traits left her. Unlike many people who worked for the Ministry, Ronnie was one of those types who didn't change her personality to fit in with the stuffy stick up the arse types she worked with.

"Mmm," She hummed softly, as she tilted her head to the side, leaning just a bit closer to him as he took a seat next to her. "No, I suppose I can't blame you. I am rather irresistible, aren't I?" A flirtatious smirk curled on her lips, as she looked at him. She decided to ignore his comment about her being a good ghost story teller, mainly because she didn't feel it was necessary to press on any further. With his lips against her own all thoughts were pushed away. Gasping slightly against his lips, the kiss came as a bit of a surprise. Something about how hungry his kiss felt against her lips sent her heart pounding in her chest. Merlin, he was a good kisser. Pressing her lips a little more firmly against his, fingers lifted to trail along his chin. That's when an idea hit her.

Dragging her fingers a little further down, she pressed firmly against his chest and pushed him back. Taking that moment to sit up, and push herself off the bed. Turning around, she wrapped her fingers into Harold's shirt and tugged him forcefully up so he would sit up. A playful grin curled on her lips, as her fingers found her wand and flicked it towards a set of speakers at the far end of the bedroom. Immediately a song began to emit from them sounding a little something like this. With a broad smirk playing across her lips, she lifted her fingers to blow Harold a kiss as her hips slowly began to sway to the music.

Was Veronica seriously about to give Harold a lap dance? It certainly looked that way, especially with the way her hips were swaying to the music. It was so rhythmic and in perfect sync to the beat. Hypnotizing and alluring, much the same way that a snake would charm it's prey. Those perfect curves and long legs drew all the attention away from her upper body and down to those hips of hers. Turning around, with her back to Harold hands moved to slide down the front of her body. Lacing her fingers into the ends of the quidditch jersey, she slowly began to inch it upwards, teasing him just slightly by lifting the top up to her waist before dropping to back down to cover over her backside once more. Hands moved up to brush through her hair, allowing it to fall down her back and sway in motion with her body.

One thing was for certain, if she was ever let go of her job as a hit-witch, she would definitely be able to make it as a dancer.

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_dingle
2010-08-25 04:54 pm UTC (link)

Harold did enjoy the unpredictable side of life, which Kegg simply added more to that fact. It was something that he honestly liked about her and wanted more of it. Maybe it was what he was drawn to her in the first place all those years ago back within Hogwarts. They weren't in the same house or year for that matter, but there was just something unique that magnetically pulled him closer to the woman at that age. Of course, he had been trying to sell her something during their first faithful meeting when all the arguements began, never once wishing that he could take that all back. He took pleasure in their conversations or anytime that they might be near each other, sometimes quite literally as well. There was a way that Veronica had turned on the correct buttons with merely a glance. Not many women did that now a days to him. "Perhaps, I'm the lucky one. You could have easily pushed me off the side of your flat without a second look. I'm sure the nice, spoungy grass would break my fall easily," he answered with a short laugh escaping from his lips.

"Very irresistable," he mumbled as his body shifted to lean closer to Kegg's body. Moments later, their lips were pressed together in unification. Harold was quite unaware how hungry each kiss that pressed upon Veronica's lips. It was more showing her how much he actually missed her in a simple gesture. However, Merlin, was she an amazing kiss her. Lips incrediably soft and perfect made him even wonder if he was worthy enough to be snogging the woman. Harold had plenty of snogs throughout the years and he had never been caught even the slightest off guard on how well a woman kissed. Veronica was like no other woman, always making a simple motion to keep him coming back for more, never getting tired of the way that they were with each other. He had wondered though exactly how slow he had to go with this particular woman. Not slow with their actions. No, especially since they had already shagged within his own flat, but Harold had never returned time and time to a woman without claiming her as his own. He wasn't sure what to call their relationship, if it was even okay to refer to it as such. Friends with benefits? Did it still count in that term if she was the only one that he was actually begging to see throughout his days?

As he felt the kiss become more firm, Harold didn't hesistate to return the intensity, enjoying her fingers trailing along his chin. He couldn't deny to himself that he loved each time that she touched him, never remembering a time when he didn't enjoy her hands and fingers all over ihs body. However, the thought of doing something wrong came to his mind as she pushed against his chest, pushing him backwards slightly. He watched her sit up and forcely sit at the edge of the bed as though she had a plan set up for him. "I do enjoy when you're forceful. I hope you know that," he replied with a grin spreading across, just as easy as the thought of doing something wrong escaped from his thoughts.

With music filling the air around him, it came to a surprise once he figured out what Veronca had planned on doing for him. A lap dance. Never in a million years would he have thought that he would be within her room as she performed in front of him privately. Not that she would do so in public. At least, Harold didn't think she would accomplish that. He knew that she was an amazing dancer before, but he never thought of such perfection. Legs and hips moved fluidly, as he felt himself become hypnotized by the movement before him. Eyes never wanted to tare away from the curves and bare skin that Kegg held with pride, lingering his gaze at the point where the jersey barely covered her bottom. As she returned to him with her back facing his direction, he watched the backside view of her hands slide down the front of her body, feeling himself become easily turned by all the actions that were inches away from him. It helped things ease along by the sudden flash of her backside, which he had to resist the urge to give a good smack.

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keggers
2010-08-26 03:58 pm UTC (link)

While Veronica Kegg was a rather outgoing individual, she wasn't the type to give anyone a lap dance. It definitely spoke levels that she felt compelled to dance for him in the privacy of her own bedroom. Veronica couldn't deny that she had actual feelings growing for Harold, something about him just made her genuinely happy. The fact that she couldn't point out exactly what it was made her frustrated beyond belief, but it also made her feel the need to be around him and try to figure it out. He really was the only guy she ever came across that could handle her.... ways. Most men were turned off by how abrasive and obnoxious she could be, but Harold just kept coming back for more, no matter how much she verbally abused him and kicked him around. It actually shocked Kegg to see him come around as much as he did. Especially the last time when he showed up at her work. Her co-workers were equally shocked to see an actual male really wanting to take her out on a date.

As the last few beats of the song finished, the song immediately changed and broad smirk curled on her lips as the first notes of a sultry saxophone blared through the speakers (Which sounded an awful lot like "Down in Mexico" by The Coasters).

Lips slowly mouthed the lyrics, as she continued to dance with her back towards Harold. Grinding her body down towards the floor, hips swayed slowly and seductively. Luring him to watch and begging him to touch. Was it obvious Veronica knew how to work Harold's weakness? What didn't know that every straight man's weakness was a lap dance? Smirking broadly, she glanced over her shoulder towards Harold. Immediately, the song changed beats, and Ronnie swayed her hips back up and turned around to face him. Running her hands down the front of her jersey once more, she took the few steps that it would take to press her body against him. Climbing onto his lap, knees were placed on either side of him and her body began to slide against him.

Those sharp hazel eyes kept their gaze on him, as she ran her fingers through his hair. Lacing them into his short hair, she pulled his head back forcefully. Leaning forward a very light kiss was pressed to his throat, as her tongue flicked out to trace up his neck and towards his chin. Releasing the grip that she had in his hair, her hand pushed him back down so he was laying down. With Harold in position, Veronica sat back up and began to grind down against his waist. Hips moving fluidly in beat with the music, she made sure that her movements on top of him were deliberate and forceful. She wanted Harold to feel every time she brought her body against him, and each bump and grind.

What did she have in mind after the lap dance? Well, Veronica wasn't exactly sure, herself. She was sort of hoping Harold knew what to do.

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_dingle
2010-08-26 09:20 pm UTC (link)

If someone told him that somewhere down the line Veronica Kegg would be giving him a lap dance that very day, Harold would have called their bluff. Such an action was the furthest from his thoughts to occur, but since he was caught in the moment of it, pleasure was all that he was taking from it. The movements happening before him wasn't the reason that he had ventured there in the early hours of the day. He merely wanted to spend time with the woman. Of course, images of such a reaction always floated through his mind just hoping to occur, but it wasn't something that Harold would force upon her. There was something special about Kegg that he had known for quite sometime. An exact reason on why she had been special wasn't easy to think of though. He enjoyed the fact that she could keep up with him easily and that no other woman had kept his attention for all these years to return to her side for whatever reason popped in his mind at that particular point in time. It was plain to see that no matter what happened between the two, they can always come around each other the next day to continue with whatever mood that they either might be in. But if anyone asked, Harold wasn't sure he would be able to utter that she was the perfect woman for him in more ways than one.

With eyes glued upon her, Harold never wanted to glance away from her. All the movements of her hips and legs, entire body really, had been hypnotizing and quite alluring. He wanted more, never wanting her to cease even for a second from the quite pleasing actions before him. Never before seeing such a perfect body before, especially the bum, Harold's minds raced and filled with naughty thoughts of what to exactly do at that very moment. Shagging wasn't competely within his mind as he scaled up along the side of the flat. That, at least, he could promise himself. He missed her and wanted to see her, even if it were a little bit. Everything that went on within that private room was beyond what he thought would occur the second she let him pull himself in the window, if he honestly came that far.

Not noticing completely that the music had changed to a different song, Harold kept his eyes directly on Kegg, catching her lips moving along to the lyrics. The seductive movements surely were working the correct ways, as he felt himself perk up within his pants, unable to help that part of himself. If that was Veronica had planned, in a quick sort of manner, then he couldn't deny to himself that it certainly was working. It seemed quickly her movements changed to slip within his lap, unable to resist placing his hands upon the sides of her curves, sliding them both down slowly. Oh, how amazing it would be if he could rip off that jersey from the woman's body at that very second. However, that didn't stop his fingers from curling around the lining of the article of clothing. Just as the fingers touched the seems, Harold felt his head being pulled forceably back, smirk spreading across his lips.

The tongue and the light kiss had done what they were set out to do, causing Harold to become more turned on by the second. Closing his eyes for those short gestures, he felt himself being pushed back forceably upon the bed on his back. Veronica knew exactly what to do to keep him hungry for more of it all. Every motion seemed beyond perfect on top of him, moving to the beat of the music that filled the room completely. The buldge had been building up to that degree that Harold wished that his bloody pants weren't on any longer, knowing fully well that her underside was completely bare against him. If things weren't heading towards the direction that he was hoping for at that moment, it would be incrediably unfair, despite how much he enjoyed their teasing greatly. However, with a performance occurring before him, he couldn't help but expect a shagging afterwards.

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_dingle
2010-08-26 09:20 pm UTC (link)

As his hands pulled the jersey upwards just slightly, Harold's hand slid along her hips a bit firmly as though he wanted to hold on to each bump and grind that came his way, gliding his hands until they were partially upon her bottom. Or rather, as far as his reach could attend to. Unable to help himself much longer, hips moved upwards slightly, returning each grind that she gave him with one of his own. "Merlin's beard on a stick, Kegg," he replied in a half breathlessly sort of way. She was remarkable in every action she accomplished on top of him, which of course he had an inkling about after their shagging bits. "You're amazing already."

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