A change is evident in one so belligerent.

[flint_ferocia]

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.

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[mslavenderbrown]

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 at him. "Well, you see.. I..." She closed her eyes and tilted her head back to the ceiling, undoing the rest of her zipper and pulling her trousers away at the left side so that the smokey tattoo of his name could be seen right under the line of her panties on her thigh. She took in a long breath before looking down to see his reaction. "It's not permanent--" she said quickly, afraid he might be annoyed. "I just thought..." She was blushing furiously. What if he was angry about it?

[flint_ferocia]

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.

Marcus sat up to watch her present herself, but something was off. Lavender was highly nervous about something, he could see it in her face. He was perplexed at her shy way about undressing, wondering what she ever had to be shy about. They were no strangers to each other’s bodies, so he saw this new expression a bit misplaced. Yet before he could do or say anything about it, his eyes caught sight of the reason for all this nervousness. The woman had his name on the skin of her thigh.

His eyebrows lifted up, again he was perplexed, confused about the reason for such a thing. It moved, kept his eyes in a trance over the dark letters. Something like this would have been the last thing he would have expected, and was overcome by the shock of it.

Marcus sat up, forgoing his reclined state as a hand reached up and went to grab at one of her hips. Not a rough grab, or demanding, but assertive nonetheless.

“What is this?” He asked, even though it was obvious. Marcus registered her words about nonpermanent decoration, but he was still caught up on the ‘why’ to not even worry about the idea of how long. His free hand ran up to touch it curiously.

“When did you get this, anyhow?” He asked, more serious than the last, as his dark questionable gaze moved away momentarily to stare in her eyes. Marcus wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, simply because he hadn’t seen such body decoration before. And especially not one that was personalized for him. “Did it hurt?” Came next, without so much as a thought about why he asked.

It was a bit discouraging to see the mark and not the nakedness of her body. But he could wait. For the time being.

[mslavenderbrown]

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.

She let out a breath as he ran his hand along it, her heart beating furiously. "It's a tattoo, silly," she said, giggling again. "I got it yesterday," she said, rolling her eyes away from his gaze for a few seconds to look down at the tattoo. She looked back up into his eyes and reached out one hand to tease the edge of his shirt. "It didn't hurt too much," she said. Would she really admit it, anyways, if it had? She didn't want him thinking she was a weakling. "Not as bad as I thought it would be. The tattoo artist said that this is a painful place to get it. Fleshy," she added, before she blushed again. She tilted her head to the side, forcing herself to look him in the eyes as she asked, cautiously, “Do you like it?”

The giggle came out again, and she bit her lip to keep more from getting out. She'd been unable to giggle for most of the time she'd been around Marcus out of fear and discomfort. Thinking about it, she could recall herself breaking into little giggles when she had tried stripping for him, though he had ended that little experiment quite quickly after she had gotten that far gone into nervousness. It was odd. When she was clothed, or naked, she felt most comfortable around Marcus. It was when things started slipping away, when only parts of her could be looked at as individual and studied that she felt exposed. Like now. She giggled at these times because it was as though a part of her wanted to know that she could - that she was still Lavender, and to pretend that she didn’t have anything to care about. She closed her eyes for a second, twisting his shirt around two of her fingers, trying to regain control of herself, trying to mentally clothe her heart.

Letting go of his shirt she opened her eyes and leaned over him, reaching for her nightstand. She stretched her arm out as far as it could go, hardly able to grab the handle of the drawer, and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. “Want one?” she asked, offering it.

[flint_ferocia]

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 for intimacy. Her actions were telling him it wouldn’t be long before he would mount her. Already he was getting anxious, even with sore muscles.

When she leaned over him, he couldn’t help but to touch her. His hands moved up, making him rest completely on the bed, while sliding fingers over her form with expressed need. Then his eyes caught sight of the pack, and he paused, wondering what all of this meant. The pause was from his mind jarring into all of the things she had done. The drinks, the tattoo, the offer to rest on her bed, the cigarettes. Nothing was as good as being the receptor for many gifts. It was intoxicating to be pampered in such a way.

“Later.” He drawled lazily as he wrapped his big arms around her body, while sitting up. “I want something more satisfying than that.” He tried to pull Lavender close and lace bites over her exposed neckline. Marcus ignored the discomfort of his body, but could not deny that he wanted nothing more than to get rid of all the layers of clothes between them. He had wanted to when she had stared to undress, and more so now than ever before.

[mslavenderbrown]

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.

“I can take some pain,” she said slowly, thinking. She recalled his roughness easily, the pulling and gripping in his iron hands. She liked that he was grinning, and ran a hand along his hand that held her hip. “Though I don’t mind gentleness,” she hinted cautiously. She didn’t want the grin to leave. It was giving her too much hope.

She fiddled with the package of cigarettes before tossing it over on the nightstand. She hadn’t been expecting him to want sex, being so tired as he was. Lavender wasn’t even think she wanted it. Even with the pain, she felt complete for a few moments when she and Marcus had sex, but afterwards she always felt empty as soon as he left. He would walk out the door and there would be these huge incomprehensible holes in her heart, in the air, as she wondered when she would see him again.

“Maybe you can come next time,” she said as she felt his arms around her, squeezing her hip and running his hands along her body. She knew exactly what he was going for, but she was afraid he’d take what he wanted and leave her in less than a quarter of an hour. She didn’t want him to go, even when he was saying such mean things to him. “This will last a month,” she said, catching a few of his fingers in her hand and moving them to brush against the tattoo. She gave him one of her best smiles, and then bit her lip coyly. “You should come with me, next time, Marcus,” she said. If he said he would, then Lavender would have hope that she’d be seeing him in a month. That he’d still want his name on her in a month.

She had planned a lot for this meeting, mentally begging an unknowing Marcus to simply take the initiative and come. The cigarettes had been bought for him, the tattoo the night before, and the clean room so that she wouldn’t be caught off guard again. She’d been checking her journal faithfully each night for his handwriting, sighing each time that it was not there. And of course Marcus had come, so it was almost like she had planned. Except that he hadn’t come for her, he’d come for a drink. But he knows I live here so that must have somehow… entered into his mind… she told herself. He had claimed that he hadn’t come for her, but she was sure he had. He had to of been thinking of her. She couldn’t believe that he could look at her like he was now, and leave without images of her burning through his mind all week. He has just been busy with work, is all she told herself. No time for anything else..

Lavender hoped he understood what all the gifts meant. That she liked him, that she paid attention to him. All that she wanted was the same in return. Of course he would understand that, right? Perhaps he would bring her flowers, and take her out to dinner. Perhaps he would claim her as his girlfriend. That was a title Lavender coveted to have. To know that someone wanted - liked her - her enough to insist that she be on his, and that he be only hers. This was going to inevitably happen with Marcus, right? If they kept seeing each other? She let out a happy sigh, rolling her blue eyes over his body.

[mslavenderbrown]

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 with her on a bed with Marcus, so why rush it when she enjoyed this part so much more?

[flint_ferocia]

“Maybe,” Marcus mumbled as his lips pressed against skin, and his teeth nipped at Lavender’s taunt neckline. With eager fingers he traveled the length of her body; every inch was pleading to be traveled over, touched, over-powered. When she guided some fingers over the inked skin, they immediately ventured farther, moved enticingly over sensitive regions.

With her fingers in his hair, Marcus looked up into her eyes, grinning like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. “I can nap later.” He growled lowly, before taking her mouth with his, all the while pressing her closer to his body with hands pushing rough against her back. It was a kiss as aggressive and as hungry as his hands, as his need to conquer her was. But as Lavender shifted above him, the position could suggest she was conquering him- though he had no qualms about seeing her naked above him, when it got down to it.

The clothes annoyed him more now, as they rubbed lips and his tongue slithered forth, and Marcus’ hands agreed as they rounded over hems to lift a shirt for removal. He wouldn’t need a strip tease, and later he would definitely slumber to rest aching bones. But for right now, all he wanted, all he could think about was for their bodies to meet, and to satisfy the craving to take her once and for all.

Nothing really mattered. Not the way she spoke- or her attitude and inquires, only what she had to offer. She wanted to satisfy him, to please, to serve him as she should, and that drove him into an animalistic frenzy to prove that she was his. His as a possessive term, like a valued vase, or a collectors statue. He wanted nothing more but to prove the fact that she was put on this Earth to do right by him, and penetration would seal the deal. To Marcus, it could almost be a way to show her gratitude, because he was allowing her this pleasure. Not many women got encore performances. But not many, if any at all, were virgins before his corruptive touch. That had made her an extra special collectors piece.

[mslavenderbrown]

Her hopes for something slow had been dashed almost as soon as they began kissing. He moved her and touched her quickly, and before she had known it she was naked and he was above her.

When he finished, he collapsed on her, obviously spent, she continued to whisper his name and run her fingers through his hair. This was the most vulnerable that she ever saw Marcus. She felt herself smiling like a silly girl. She'd experienced more pleasure than before -- this time had been slower, because he was tired, and she had finally peaked in sensation for the first time.

She knew that it was only inevitable that he get up and leave, but she wanted to keep him here as long as possible. As the haze of sex began to leave her mind, she tried to think of what it was that she could do to keep him here longer. Lavender continued to gently run her hands along his hair and back, letting out little sighs of happiness - little masks of her worry. She had an urge to slide farther under him, to try kissing him, and teasing him, but held it back.

Lavender wondered how different things would be. She'd always wondered that, each time she had been with Marcus. For their first time there had been nothing, until fate crossed their paths again. The second time he had hardly stayed longer than the first. On the third time, however, he had lazed about. Lavender had thought that was something like a promise to come back soon, but it had taken him a week, and he claimed it was accidental he had seen her.

How long would it be before she saw him again?

Her tongue was burning to ask him, but she couldn't not yet. She didn't want him to groan at her words and roll over to pull his trousers back on. Lavender wanted him to stay, with his head on his her chest, her arms entwined in his hair.

[flint_ferocia]

There were no words for how fantastic it was, to have a girl like Lavender succumb. Almost for the same reason he liked a girl who fought him, with only a shift in differences. For instance, Lavender was fresh- someone not dirty and worn as paid whores were. She was clean, not a feeling of sloppy seconds. It was a power trip to know he controlled one so young and without special tricks. Had he known the inexperienced girls would be like this, he would have changed his steps altogether. Lavender didn't try to steady his hands, move away- even if whores did that too, but she also did not try to do things her way, with promises of a better result. Some wenches thought they knew better, as if he was the inexperienced one. And god only knew how delicious Lavender's womanhood was, fitting like a well-made glove- and with the obvious reason that he had shaped her.

But he had felt the hard days of labor in his bones, and couldn't rush at release as he always did- always in it for the rush. When he finally got off, he realized just how awful he felt, as if his orgasm broke the damn on his pain threshold. He collapsed, sucked in breath, and just relished in not moving. Though after a minute he had to adjust and lay beside his new toy, instead of on top of her. Yet he kept his head near hers, because the fingers that ran through his hair was undoubtedly relaxing.

"Uh- I could sleep forever," He mumbled with a stretch, while a hand reached down and cared for a decent position of his jewels. "Think I could get one of those fags now?" He bothered to ask, as he arched his head to welcome an arm beneath it.

He wasn't going to be able to move for a while, so he figured to make the best of the time. Oh how he wished for a bit of smoke instead of a measly cigarette. But he couldn't find the strength to even mentally protest his selection. Lavender had used up his last ounce of energy. But it hadn't been a waste, not a chance.

[mslavenderbrown]

When he rolled off of her, Lavender easily moved so that her body was curved towards him, her hands going through his hair as she watched him. He looked so much more tame then ever before. This time it wasn’t just the sex that had drained him, but the long hard day that he had had. When he stretched his legs touched her own a little, and she scooted herself a little bit closer. With him this quiet, this relaxed looking, she wanted to be as close to him as possible. It felt like everything in the world was going the way she wanted.

“Marcus,” she said, a giggle escaping her. “You are wonderful… That was the best yet.”

Her thin fingers curled around his hair, and then she ran her nails gently along his head. Her face broke out into a pleased smile as he said he could sleep forever, and she took in a deep breath, and then giggled, biting her lip. She didn’t’ feel afraid to giggle anymore around him; at least not now. She dipped her head closer and pressed her lips against his forehead. “You can stay here, if you’d like,” she said. “I wouldn’t mind.”

When he asked for the cigarette she turned herself quickly to the nightstand. If she did what he asked - maybe he’d stay. She fumbled for the pack and took two out. She used a little match and lit them both, offering one to him and taking the other for herself. She stretched herself up a bit farther on the pillows, so that she could look down at him, and continued running one hand through his hair. Hopefully it would have a lulling effect on him, and keep him there.

“I didn’t know what brand you like,” she said, forgetting to try to be suave and sophisticated and act as though she smoked all the time. She could make herself look charming as she smoked after practicing in French muggle bars for so long, but it wasn’t anything she did for her own personal pleasure. “These alright?”

She thought about asking him if he wanted anymore ale, but decided that it would be a bit too much. She didn’t want him to think of her as a maid. She just wanted him to see how willing she was to serve him, trusting that he would very soon want to serve her, too.

[flint_ferocia]

It had to be magic, the way she comforted his ill state with the glide of her fingers in his hair. Each stroke was cushioning his weighed down, tense state into complete relaxation. No paid whore would ever consider to comfort him after he had a go. It didn't even bother him that she moved closer, because he just didn't care. He could fall asleep at any moment, with only responsibility keeping him in check.

And of course her compliment was adding to his comfort, feeding his famished ego- renewing it. He grinned with pride and dared to open his eyes to place him back into the here and now. She enticed him further with an offer to stay, but he knew he couldn't. Unless he had a body double, Marcus had to get himself home and report his duties finished to the man that waited there.

"Some other time," He remarked, and moved along enough to plant his head on a pillow. The awful feeling of having to face his Father was making it hard to relax.

He took the cigarette with a shrug, eyeing it first before partaking. "It suits the purpose." He allowed himself to say, after exhaling the smoke from his lungs.

Then he took it upon himself to look at Lavender, to see her form after he ravished her body with his own. The sight of unruly hair and glistened areas of sweat made him smirk.

"Sex... looks go on you." He said nonchalantly, though his twisted smile remained on his face. What he really meant was that his touch, his act upon her looked good- the results of his power were very attractive.