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flint_ferocia in fiery_inception

A change is evident in one so belligerent.

Sep 07, 2006 23:18

Date: Thursday, Sept. 7th
Time: 5pm-ish
Place: The Leaky Cauldron
Characters Involved: Lavender Brown, Marcus Flint
Rating: Ok so R, for implied actions and obvious language.

( All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.--Aristotle )

status: complete, status: invitation only, character: marcus flint, location: leaky cauldron, character: lavender brown

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mslavenderbrown September 8 2006, 04:52:55 UTC

Another day at Ollivanders. Another day when Lavender was sure that she was going to fail at this. Somehow she knew the touch of the woods easily. This one was pine, and this was rose, and this was oak. She could close her eyes and tell the wood of most wands now, no matter how sanded the wood was. Yet when she opened her eyes she felt everything she had been learning disappear in a little puff of anxiety. Ollivander had gotten annoyed at her and let her go a day early. Probably he was regretting giving her the job. Lavender was regretting taking it. But she didn't want to fail. She wanted to be good at something. What on earth was she good at ( ... )

flint_ferocia September 8 2006, 05:20:57 UTC

Immediately Marcus flinched his shoulders up in a tense lift at the hands resting on them. Both of them were sore solely from his bag, which had been glued to him all day. He arched his head around, flicking tired eyes on the girl he knew was there, while sucking in a breath. He wouldn’t announce his soreness like a baby, but his body reacted in obvious ways.

He stared at her smile and wondered why she could be so happy. But only pondered that for a moment before he glanced at his glass. Marcus had forgotten she was staying at the Leaky, but that would not have strayed his tired feet and his exhausted mind. What could she do that was worse than his Father ( ... )

mslavenderbrown September 8 2006, 05:32:52 UTC

She slid her hands off his shoulders as he looked around at her. She wanted to touch his face, but he didn't exactly look open to that sort of touch. Instead, she came to sit at the seat that his legs had been on, considering that an invitation. "Oh," she said, her face showing a bit of her perplexion. "I just though that maybe you --" she stopped, "Never mind," she said, a few of her white front teeth showing as she bit her lip. "It's just, well -- never mind," she said again, forcing the frown off her face and letting another bright smile sparkle out. "You seem a bit beat," she said. She noticed his glass and gestured for Tom to come over and fill him up, and called out her own order for a beer. She was hungry, but didn't really want to eat yet, not when she had Marcus in front of her. She gave Tom a sweet smile. He always treated her well. A smile could go a long way with a man.

Most men. She hoped she could go far enough with Marcus with her smile, but... Hexes and jinxes she thought, keeping her sigh only inward. ( ... )

flint_ferocia September 8 2006, 19:22:30 UTC

That was the only thing Marcus would never understand about girls. They mumbled so damn much. He didn’t try to look at Lavender, or make inquiries about things she told him to never mind, but he was, silently, trying to figure out what she wanted to say but didn’t. That was until she mentioned his appearance. Marcus grumbled a sarcastic ‘How nice’ as he moved his head so his face was completely squished by the wood of the table. He even took a second to ponder about how hard he would have to head butt the table to be slick and split it in two. Marcus wanted to cause destruction, but the power behind his determination was gone. Which frustrated him. To be so weak, so obvious, without control to fix the problem was putting him in a negative mood ( ... )

mslavenderbrown September 9 2006, 00:49:12 UTC

Lavender watched him as she sipped her beer, biting the edge of her lip from time to time when he grumbled and stared at the table. And then he raised his head and finally set back, she had been more than a bit put off by his expression, until he saw the glass.

Thank gods Tom's fast, she thought, beaming at Marcus. She'd read his mind. She felt her heart skip a beat as he raised his glass, hoping that he would continue have a good attitude, and start to cheer up ( ... )

flint_ferocia September 9 2006, 02:49:59 UTC

He slouched down into his seat more when she apologized for his week, as if she had anything to do with it. If anything, Lavender was the only good thing going for Marcus, and he couldn’t even acknowledge it. And why should he? She was just one girl. But Marcus could not deny his memories, the ones pricked in his mind every time he looked at her face. Even if it had been quite awhile since the first time he invaded her innocent body, the memories of that night danced back at him when she was around, like a coddled childhood friend. Perhaps that is why he tolerated her, to an extent. At this particular time, anyone else who would have approached him, Marcus would have told him or her to fuck off ( ... )

mslavenderbrown September 9 2006, 03:29:23 UTC

She could feel his body tense as she brushed her toes slowly against him, and let them slide up a bit along his calf. She had never had anyone tense up in a negative way before, so she didn't even consider that that could be the reason. She let the curve of her foot rest against his leg for a few seconds before moving it back up a little, feeling the fabric of the hem of his trousers ( ... )

flint_ferocia September 9 2006, 18:09:22 UTC

Marcus watched her as he felt her foot stroke him in exploration. A part of him wanted to kick away his legs and move to another table, but another part was interested in a touch- higher up, for exploration to venture. Women were arousing creatures by nature, made solely for the pleasing of men. This is why he just stared at Lavender and allowed her touch. She was doing what women do, and not altogether wrong. Her execution was lacking, however, but Marcus couldn’t deny her efforts. She even took initiative and sent out the order for a pitcher. She was like a student, eager to learn and listen. Marcus was attracted to her fresh mold, waiting for him to shape it ( ... )

mslavenderbrown September 9 2006, 18:38:28 UTC

She felt her spirits drop as Marcus mocked her and what she did. Lavender bit the corner of her lip and looked out of the sides of her eyes, wondering idly if Seamus was around, and what he would think. He wouldn't say such mean things to her ( ... )

flint_ferocia September 10 2006, 02:45:55 UTC

He followed her like a menacing shadow, a cautious stride, leaving enough room for three other people to walk between them if there had been three others in their party. It wasn’t that that he didn’t want to go with Lavender to her room, it was just the way he went. If Marcus was too close, he’d feel a small tint of control levied over to her, as she ‘lead’ them along, and he just didn’t feel like being a sheep. No, Marcus was a predator, and did not follow, but track, until the door he knew of was in view, and opened, waiting for him to enter.

As he did, Marcus noticed Lavender pouring drinks, and so got himself situated to sit on her bed, while dropping his bag to the floor without a care. He couldn’t help but to snicker at her clean room, even when she had audibly denounced the title of maid. Marcus took the offered mug, with a small grin, and then reclined back on her bed gently, to get comfortable.

“A day… a month- no difference in time would change the fact that you work for that old cod.” Marcus said to break the silence ( ... )

mslavenderbrown September 10 2006, 03:07:06 UTC

Lavender ignored his comments about Ollivander. It seemed to her that he just wanted to say something to annoy her, but she decided to forget it, and took a sip.

She could feel his eyes over her, and it made her a little anxious. It was so much easier to imagine showing him that tattoo. She could control his reaction in her daydreams. But now he was staring at her as though calculating her, measuring her, and she felt tingles of nervousness along her neck. She took another sip of her ale and moved forward, climbing onto her bed and sitting on her knees, hoping she didn't look as nervous as she felt.

She looked up at him though her lids were halfway down, and a blush was creeping up into her cheeks. Ethan had said it was an intimate spot, and she had known that when she had decided where to get it. Shouldn't she feel more at ease around Marcus, when she had slept with him three times? She started to undo the top button of her trousers, her blush growing.

"Hexes and jinxes," she murmured quietly, biting her lip and looking up ( ... )

flint_ferocia September 10 2006, 04:24:50 UTC

When Lavender advanced and climbed on the bed, Marcus shifted over to give her room and leeway to do whatever it was that she was to do. He watched, eyes never faltering from her figure, and when her hands went to her trousers, he found himself smiling in a knowing way. So this was the game she was playing, he thought arrogantly. She just wants some good Marcus grinding like any whore would ( ... )

mslavenderbrown September 10 2006, 04:42:37 UTC

His reaction didn't seem angry, at least, so Lavender relaxed a little as he put his hand on her hip, scooting a little bit closer. Her blush was still strong, and she let out a nervous giggle, and put a hand into her short hair, biting her lip. She looked down at the tattoo. It billowed on and off of her skin in a cloud of black smoke, the word "Marcus" forming and disappearing every few seconds ( ... )

flint_ferocia September 10 2006, 05:29:17 UTC

His eyes moved down to stare at her tattoo again, just as Lavender told him what it was. Which he knew already, and didn’t appreciate being called silly- and he told her as much with a sour glance up into her eyes.

“So, you can take a little bit of pain, can you?” He asked with a slow grin forming over his features. Marcus had been rough with her before, but never was quite sure how she thought of his handling, until now. The vixen liked a little bit of torture for pleasure, it seemed to Marcus. Now over the initial shock of the tattoo, he understood she had done it for him. Even before she asked if he liked it.

“I might have liked it more if I could have seen you get it.” He squeezed at her hip in a needy way, pulling on her with sexual incentives. “Watched you squirm under the act of such a thing.” His grin grew impishly, as he squeezed at her body, while staring up at her blushing face. Then he reluctantly let her go and reclined back once more. That’s when he noticed she was touching his shirt, to which instigated more hunger ( ... )

mslavenderbrown September 10 2006, 06:19:04 UTC

The sour glance made her uncomfortable. Not exactly one to tease, then, is he? she thought, forcing her grin to stay up, and letting out another giggle of nervousness. But then he started to grin at her, and she found her smile easily to keep plastered to her face. He was pleased. She was like a little puppy, wanting to receive a pat on the head for bringing the paper or slippers over to her owner ( ... )

mslavenderbrown September 10 2006, 06:20:36 UTC

His arms pulled her down and she didn’t fight it, tilting her head back to open herself to his bites, wiggling herself to where she felt comfortable - enjoying the way he held her tightly. “Ooh,” she said, giggling. “I had expected you to want to take a nap or something,” she said, half lying as her fingers finding his hair. She turned over in his arms, stretching herself up so that her mouth was next to his, kissing the edge of his chin before going in for a kiss. “I’ll satisfy you, Marcus,” she purred as she tried to slip her hands under his body, her legs spread out over him so she was propped up on her knees, giving her more leverage and a bit of control despite his arms. She wasn’t anxious for the sex, just to be close to him, to be able to believe that she made him happy, made him feel complete. She dipped her head to try and kiss him, planning to drive him wild with her expert snogging, if he didn’t try rushing her. She wanted to take this slower, easier. The inevitable nakedness and sex and sweat was bound to happen ( ... )

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