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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
2010-08-26 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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