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gretchen watkins is the spice of life ([info]swashbuckley) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-08-27 20:03:00

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Entry tags:!2003: 08, !complete, delaney twilfitt, gretchen watkins, titus scabior

WHO: Gretchen Watkins & Delaney Twilfitt (cameo appearance by Trevor Scabior!)
WHAT: lunching, chatting
WHERE: Two Happy Squids
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: None probably, surprisingly (considering who's in the thread)SEX SEX AND MORE SEX/PG13? NC17/Ongoing


Gretchen used the wall of Martini's to steady herself as she fixed the buckle on her boot. It had taken her a while to find these and she wondered absently why she'd bothered. It wasn't as though this lunch meant anything to her but getting out of the office. Shrugging, she leaned back against the wall and studied the people walking across the street.

It was busy in the Alley, full of parents and children picking up last minute textbooks and cloaks for school. As Gretchen watched the throngs, she found herself longing for September first and the relative peace it afforded the Alleys. She was at least lucky enough to work on Knockturn, and far enough in that no stupidly curious children made their way up to the shop; she couldn't imagine actually putting up with crowds of insipid customers like this every day.

Her eyes on the wizards across the Alley, Gretchen spotted Delaney, waiting and timing it correctly so she stepped unseen up beside the woman a few feet away from the entrance to the Squid. "Delaney," she nodded in greeting, allowing a small smile to curl her lips.


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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-08-28 12:51 am UTC (link)
Delaney gave herself a mental pat on the back for not jumping three feet in the air when she was startled by Gretchen. Putting on her mildest, politest face, she smiled at the greeting, and returned it.

"Gretchen," she acknowledged, then turned her attention to the restaurant. "Do you know, I've never actually been in here. What's the food like?"

It was true. Delaney wasn't much for fast food. It wasn't that she didn't like the food, she just didn't much like the people that would be surrounding her in that kind of environment. Oh well, she sighed. For the sake of perhaps making a new friend, she could endure the great unwashed masses for a short period of time. If they were to meet up again though, she mused, she was springing for lunch at Diamond.

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-08-28 01:25 am UTC (link)
"It's one of those places you either love or hate," Gretchen shrugged, leading the way into the tiny restaurant and shoving the door back open behind her for Delaney to catch. The inside of the Squid was cramped, though it was thankfully late enough that they'd missed the lunch rush. She stepped up to the counter without bothering to check if Delaney was following and paid, then stepped to the side to wait.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-08-28 01:30 am UTC (link)
Hesitantly, Delaney stepped up to order, a little dismayed to find that there were only two dishes on order, but a little intrigued nonetheless. She felt a big like Elvira Mudge, discovering the lives and customs of the uncultured Muggles back in the 1540s - rather like Jane Goodall discovering the apes. A glance around the restaurant, if it could be called as much, assured her that her thought would be best kept inside her head until she was with a very different crowd.

She pointed, after a pause, to something that looked like meat and vegetables on top of a bed of noodles - and therefore looked safe and at least marginally edible - paid, and went to join Gretchen.

"Do you come here often?" she asked, congratulating herself for keeping the tinge of horror right out of her voice. "It's certainly... an experience."

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-08-28 01:58 am UTC (link)
At Delaney's question, Gretchen snorted immaturely, leaning against the wall. "Very often," she responded. "My..." she trailed off for a moment, never certain how to refer to Trevor. "Partner loves this place. Comes here way too often."

Their orders were called and Gretchen nabbed hers and the bottle of water she'd ordered with it, then lead the way outside and to one of the benches in front of the shop.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-08-28 02:05 am UTC (link)
Delaney's order was moments behind. She supposed one of the advantages of only offering two dishes was that it was a hell of a lot easier to cook them. She picked up her tray, and her butterbeer, and went to sit with Gretchen.

After one bite, she rather embarrassed herself by chewing, swallowing, and shoveling in the next mouthful in the space of about three seconds. "This is delicious!" she exclaimed, sounding more surprised than she would have liked. After a few more bites, she slowed down a little, but her pace was still enthusiastic.

"That's nice," she replied mildly, then thought a bit. After wrestling for a moment, she blushed a little. "Perhaps I'll bring my... my girlfriend here sometime," she ventured, testing out the word and finding out that it didn't feel like daggers in her throat.

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-08-28 02:13 am UTC (link)
"Ah," Gretchen read Delaney's body language, the pleasant surprise on her face on her face after the word girlfriend and shook her head slightly, taking a big bite of her food. "I meant... my actual partner. My business partner." She gestured vaguely with her chopsticks down the Alley towards their shop.

"It's not exactly a highbrow place, the Squid," twirling her chopsticks amongst her food, Gretchen brought a piece of meat up and chomped it, setting her food aside for a moment to unscrew the cap on her water bottle.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-08-28 02:18 am UTC (link)
"Oh, I didn't mean to imply... partner can mean... I'm sorry," Delaney stumbled over her apology, unsure exactly what she was apologizing for. "I have a... a girlfriend, but I didn't mean to imply that you were... that way inclined. Not that it's any of my business."

She'd thought the tongue tied thing only happened when she was around Maeve. It was really fucking unfair, she reflected, that it was beginning to spill over into other interactions. She had a reputation to uphold, danmnit!

"No, not at all," she agreed, grateful for the subject change. "I'm much more used to Diamond, myself. This is... a far cry from Diamond."

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-08-28 02:28 am UTC (link)
Rolling her eyes not unkindly, Gretchen dropped her feet to the ground, resting her water bottle between her knees. She didn't judge anyone based solely on which sex they preferred to sleep with. She'd dabbled sapphically, in Egypt, but women were just too high maintenance for her. She preferred her sexual partners simple, which must be why she found herself so attracted to Trevor.

"I'm not sure if I would take someone here who I was trying to impress," she offered, noting how desperately the other woman latched onto the subject change.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-08-28 02:50 am UTC (link)
"I don't need to impress her, she's already slept with me," Delaney laughed. Sexual innuendo and jokes about her skill in the bedroom were much more comfortable subjects of conversation than the fact that she liked Maeve enough to use the "G" word when referring to her.

"As for trying to impress her by bringing her here, if I brought her here, it wouldn't be to impress her, it would be to put her at ease. She's very uncomfortable with places like Diamond. I think she rather prefers the simple life."

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-08-28 03:07 am UTC (link)
It was Delaney's statement that reminded Gretchen of why she didn't have any friends who were women. She couldn't have cared less about putting Delaney's girlfriend at ease. Hell, she hardly cared about putting Trevor at ease and he was the closest thing to a boyfriend or best friend she had.

Speaking around a mouthful of food, Gretch shrugged. "If you've already slept with her, why do you care about putting her at ease? If you're comfortable at Diamond, why not take her there?" Even as the words were leaving her mouth, she regretted the phrasing. Questions were stupid, she chided herself, they only lead to an oversharing of information.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-08-28 03:11 am UTC (link)
It was a good question, and one that Delaney had asked herself many a time. "I… don't know," she admitted. "I suppose I shouldn't really care. Except that she gets kind of skittish, I suppose, and I want her to feel comfortable, because I really like her."

There. For better or worse she had said it. "I'm sorry. You must think I'm a complete mental case, inviting you out to lunch and then oversharing like this. Please, let's talk about you. What do you do?"

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-08-28 03:23 am UTC (link)
Gretch shook her head, but didn't elaborate on the gesture, not wanting to encourage the other woman. If she got "skittish", Gretchen's advice would be to forget about her. It wasn't worth taking time to make someone else comfortable like that because chances were, if they were too ill at east to go some place fancy, they were going to be shite in bed.

At Delaney's admission, it took a lot of will power for Gretchen to not nod her agreement. She wasn't fully convinced of the other woman's sanity, but then Delaney continued and she smiled. Ah, a topic she could expound upon for hours. "I'm a curse breaker," she lied, easily.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-08-28 03:31 am UTC (link)
"A curse breaker? That sounds hard, but interesting," Delaney said politely. "I'm sure you
must have a ton of stories. Please tell one, before I completely embarrass myself. More, I mean," she laughed self deprecatingly.

Finishing her meal, she looked at her watch. "Look, I don't have to be anywhere pressing, and we're done with lunch… did you fancy going to get a drink of something stronger?"

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-08-28 03:42 am UTC (link)
Downing her water, Gretchen picked at the last bits of food, shrugging. "I always fancy getting a drink of something stronger," she stretched, arching her back and twisting her arms above her head, before pushing herself up and collecting the remains of her lunch.

One of her most visited haunts was the Troll's Head, somewhere Gretch didn't think Delaney would exactly fit in, so she gestured down the street. "Lead on," she suggested, waiting for the other woman to stand before falling into step beside her. Stories, eh? Gretchen did, in fact, have a tonne, but the majority weren't ones she could share with anyone but Trevor. "Have you ever been out of the country?"

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-08-28 03:52 am UTC (link)
Delaney watched, out of the corner of her eye, as Gretchen stretched and couldn't help the tiny, almost inaudible murmur of approval. Although her attire was less than classic, her body was, for lack of a better phrase, spicy.

"I've been to the usual places," she said casually, leading the way to Diamond. "South of France, Hawaii, Australia once - wouldn't go back - Los Angeles, New York City... my parents might not have been around much but they enjoyed showing us off when they were around."

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-08-28 04:02 am UTC (link)
Matching Delaney's steps, Gretchen was only just able to mask her surprise when the other woman led them down Knockturn. Though she'd said she was a member of Diamond, the Alley was still a fairly dicey place. Even Gretchen had the urge to quicken her steps whenever she walked past Arachnida and Delaney was definitely no Gretchen.

"I spend much of my time in Egypt. It's where the majority of cursed objects are, the old ones at least," she continued where she'd left off, glancing up at Moribund's as they walked by, idly wondering what Trev was up to. "Have you been?"

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-08-28 04:05 am UTC (link)
It wasn't bravery that held Delaney's head high as she walked down Knockturn Alley, it was sheer arrogance. Who, she told herself, in their right mind, would dare mess with Delaney Twilfitt?

Her opinion of herself was far too high to allow that other people might dare mess with her.

"Never been to Egypt," she replied. "To be honest, it sounds hot, dusty and dirty, and I'm not sure I'd like it. I'm not much of a history buff... though the idea of the mummies is fascinating."

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-08-28 04:15 am UTC (link)
Gretchen would've argued with Delaney about Egypt, but it was hot, dusty and dirty. All reasons why she loved it. "Mummies," Gretchen let out a little bark of a laugh. "You wouldn't think they were so fascinating if you'd been chased by them."

Stopping in front of Diamond, Gretchen raised her hand, membership ring glittering on her index finger and gestured. There was a moments pause before the wall in front of them opened, bricks sliding to the side to reveal a door.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-08-28 04:19 am UTC (link)
"Well I wasn't planning on stopping it to ask its life story," Delaney laughed, holding her coat out without looking, knowing that if she let go, an elf would catch it before it had the chance to hit the floor.

She snapped her fingers and ordered two firewhiskeys, then looked at Gretchen with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "And what are you having?"

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-08-28 04:29 am UTC (link)
"Rum," she countered, although she knew she shouldn't. Rum didn't agree with her and she knew it was going to cause her to get much more pissed. But one glass wouldn't hurt. And it was certainly more impressive than firewhiskey.

Returning the bartender's nod and small smile of recognition, Gretchen settled herself in one of the booths on the main floor of the club. She liked the booths here, deep and dimly lit, they were perfect for naughty things. "They're not exactly chatty things, mummies." Gretch responded, nodding gratefully as a waitress placed their order on the table and melted away. "Much more maimy and killy than chatty."

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-08-28 04:35 am UTC (link)
Downing the two shots, Delaney smirked and ordered another round straight away - rum this time. When in Rome…

"Yes, I have heard that about them," she laughed as the firewhiskey burned its pleasant way down her throat into her belly, warming her from the inside out. "Makes them the most disagreeable of houseguests." She snorted a little bubble of laughter at her own joke, then quickly composed herself.

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-08-28 04:39 am UTC (link)
She had eaten, which was good, and she told herself she'd be fine, because Delaney ordered a rum and she certainly couldn't let herself be drunk under the table by a blonde who ran a clothing store of all things, so she ordered another and downed it instantly, ordering two more before the waitress had turned.

"Plus," she responded, sliding her fingers over the smooth surface of the table. "They're well dusty, and let me tell you, mummy dust is near impossible to get out of the carpet."

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-08-28 04:55 am UTC (link)
"Good to know," Delaney laughed, matching Gretchen drink for drink. It was beginning to take its toll. She was laughing more easily, leaning closer, and almost without knowing it, flirting.

"You… have very pretty hair," she said suddenly, leaning in closer. "And it smells good. You smell good."

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-08-29 12:45 am UTC (link)
Pausing momentarily with the glass halfway to her lips, Gretchen's mind flickered through the possibilities that were presenting themselves. Delaney was obviously sexually loose, judging by her journal entries; something which Gretch had no issue with, as she herself wasn't exactly what one could call a prude. And she seemed to be rich. Gretchen could shag her, then roll her, but she wasn't that sort of petty criminal anymore. Depending on how rich she was, if her money just came from her clothing shop, or if she was from money, she might've inherited interesting curios. Or she might be lying about her money. It was worth continuing, and even more worth keeping her wits about her. All this took a mere second and she knocked back the shot, pressing her leg against Del's under the table.

The waitress delivered their next round and Gretchen met her eyes, signalling at the drink to indicate that her next round would not be alcoholic. "I shower," she responded, her voice dry, but a small smile curling her lips. "I hear all the cool kids do."

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-08-29 08:53 am UTC (link)
There was a voice in the back of Delaney's head, telling her what a bad idea this was. She shouldn't be getting drunk, because she knew what drinking would lead to, and as much as she wanted to do that with Gretchen - Gretchen was spicy, after all - she felt a sort of... niggling doubt in her head. Like, she should be loyal to Maeve. She'd been referring to her as "her girlfriend", it seemed a bit off to be thinking about fucking another woman.

And yet... the very idea, that there was a part of her urging her towards fidelity, made her panic and want to crawl out of her skin. She'd never, ever been a one-partner woman, and she didn't know if she was ready to start now. She was scared. She leaned in closer, feeling Gretchen's breath against her lips.

"Let's cut the chit chat, shall we?" she drawled. "I think we both know where this is heading, and the sooner we get there, the sooner I can get my tongue on you."

There. It was out there, and either she'd be horribly wrong, in which case she'd go home and think about Maeve, or else she'd be horribly right, in which case she'd fuck this woman and think about Maeve.

Either way, she was screwed. She ordered another drink.

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-08-30 12:06 am UTC (link)
At Delaney's words, Gretchen internally rolled her eyes. This was why relationships never worked. Less than an hour ago, this woman had been prattling on about her girlfriend and now here she was propositioning Gretch. Maybe it was her, Gretchen pondered, maybe people were immune to her brilliance and looks. It seemed as reasonable an explanation as any; she was terrifically good looking, and stellar in bed.

"Patience," Gretchen started, reaching out, taking Delaney's hand and deliberately placing it high on her inner thigh, just below the hemline of her short skirt. "Is a virtue." She made a show of pausing and pulled a thoughtful face before moving her head, her lips inches from Delaney's. "But I've never been accused of being virtuous."

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-08-31 03:30 pm UTC (link)
Delaney slid her hand higher, fingertips brushing against warm flesh, and she grinned.

"I have many virtues, but patience has never been one of them," she replied. "However, I'd love to show you some of my... other virtues."

She surged forward, bringing their lips together in a heated kiss as her fingers made their way between Gretch's legs, seeking and finding her clit and beginning to rub circles around - always a good way to start, to gauge how Gretchen liked it, and to gauge how far she actually planned on letting Delaney take this.

She heaved a mental sigh of relief as she kissed the redhead. Sex was easy. Sex, she understood. Relationships were just too far beyond her comprehension, especially after the amount of alcohol she'd had.

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-08-31 04:54 pm UTC (link)
Winding her arm between herself and Delaney, Gretchen tugged the other woman's skirt up. At Delaney's touch, Gretchen moved her hips, arching up against the blonde and trying to get the right contact against her clit. She moved forward, sliding her fingers up between Del's thighs, matching her movements.

Although this wasn't how she'd imagined the afternoon going, it potentially wasn't a bad way to go. Sex was always good, well, almost always. And if it turned out not to be, well she could always go fuck Trevor. That thought, coupled with a delicious pressure from Delaney's fingers caused Gretchen to gasp, arching up and pulling back from the kiss momentarily.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-01 10:05 am UTC (link)
She sighed softly, spreading her legs just enough for Gretchen to get her fingers in position, following her lead and touching the other the woman the way she appeared to want it.

Doing her best to block everything else out of her mind, she entered Gretchen with two fingers, curling them just right and pressing against the spot she knew was there, beginning to thrust in and out, rubbing against the spot with every movement of her fingers.

The gasp was a positive sign, and Delaney redoubled her efforts, suddenly wanting to go for the big finish and get the hell out of there.

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-09-02 04:38 am UTC (link)
Circling her hips, Gretchen let out a soft moan, frustrated at the feelings Delaney was causing. Trevor wasn't much for foreplay, in fact, she had sincere doubts that he even knew what the word meant. Maybe it was because he knew her so well, because they'd been sleeping together for so long, but even so, she didn't remember ever feeling the need to reach down and guide his fingers into her, like she was feeling right now.

For a lesbian, Delaney sure didn't seem to know what she was doing.

The other woman's strokes quickened and Gretchen arched her back, letting out another groan. She thrust her own fingers into Del, her thumb against the blonde's clit as she ducked her head and captured her lips.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-04 12:20 am UTC (link)
Delaney let out a soft sigh, not quite getting into this the way she thought she ought to be. She tilted her hips and sure, it felt good, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of her head, getting louder and harder to ignore.

Well, Delaney had had years of practice at ignoring her conscience.

She moved her wrist, looking for an angle that would take that frustrated look off of Gretchen's face.

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-09-04 12:42 am UTC (link)
"Fuck," Gretchen hissed, squeezing her eyes shut. She arched her back, focussing on thoughts of Trevor and deliberately not focussing on why thinking of him made her come with a soft gasp, clenching around Delaney's fingers.

Pulling her fingers out of Delaney, Gretchen ignored the protesting noise the other woman made and slipped under the table. Settling between Delaney's legs, she grasped the woman's hips and tugged her closer, pushing the wet fabric of her underwear aside and sliding her tongue into her.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-04 12:46 am UTC (link)
It was hard not to smirk as she felt the other woman clenching around her fingers, but when she sank to her knees and began using her tongue, Delaney moaned and wrapped the fingers of both hands in Gretchen's hair, tugging gently to encourage her not to stop, inadvertently getting Gretchen's juices all through her hair.

"Fuck," she breathed, staying quiet not because she didn't want to get caught - she mostly didn't give a shit - but because she was starting to feel guilty, her stomach twisting uncomfortably.

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-09-04 12:51 am UTC (link)
Almost bored with the effort of it, but determined to make Delaney come, Gretchen moved with the other woman's hands, sucking her clit into her mouth. She twisted her hand up, angling so she could slip her fingers into Delaney, wondering how rough she should get.

The feel of Del's fingers yanking her hair excited her almost more than anything had that afternoon and she redoubled her efforts, sliding her fingers deep.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-04 01:02 am UTC (link)
She could feel it building inside her, slowly growing in intensity until a dam burst and she tugged sharply on Gretchen's hair as she came undone with a soft sigh of "Maeve..." too quiet for the other woman to hear, situated as she was under the table.

It hadn't been what she'd expected. It hadn't been what she'd really wanted.

It was all suddenly too much for her, her stomach dipping and rolling unpleasantly, and she quickly slid out of the booth, heading for the bathrooms almost at a run.

Dropping to her knees in front of a toilet, Delaney ungraciously emptied her stomach into the bowl, then rested her forehead on the cool porcelain and panted, trying to get her breath back.

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-09-04 01:11 am UTC (link)
Well.

That had never happened to Gretchen before. Usually it was her leaving, not her getting accidentally (it had better have been accidentally, or Gretchen was going to be very upset) kneed in the face after going down on some woman. Wiping her mouth off, Gretchen slid out from under the table and, without bothering to straighten her twisted and hiked up clothes or fix her tangled hair, she turned on the spot apparating up to the office, where she hoped to Salazar Trevor was.

Thankfully he was, with a few other people, whom she pointed at and barked to get out. "Trevor," she said, flicking her wand at the door to lock it after their employees tumbled out.

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[info]opportunist
2010-09-04 01:22 am UTC (link)
Heels up on his desk, Trevor was leaning back and in the middle of laughing at one of their cohorts when Gretchen apparated in. She barked gruffly at everyone and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, watching her curiously as she locked the door. "Alright?" He asked, sceptically.

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[info]swashbuckley
2010-09-04 01:33 am UTC (link)
"I will be," Gretchen responded, yanking off her top and dropping it behind her as she crossed the office towards Trevor. "As long as you shut up and fuck me," Delaney had set her off, gotten her excited and although, she'd come, she had most definitely not been satisfied.

Swinging her leg over his, Gretchen leaned down close to him, tugging on his suspenders. "Hard." She finished, ducking her head and kissing him deeply.

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[info]opportunist
2010-09-04 01:54 am UTC (link)
Happy to comply, Trevor promptly grasped Gretchen and pulled her into a hard, deep kiss. Not bothering with conversation, he snogged her for a few minutes before pausing long enough lift her off his lap and push her skirt up roughly. Rather than drop her on the desk like normal he acquiesced to her request and gripped her firmly as he kissed her and spun her around, bending her over the desk. "I can do 'ard," He whispered, leaning into her ear with a mischievous grin.

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