I could fall madly... (NC-17)
Category: Pink Sheep RPG
Lavender hummed as she shuffled her tarot deck, deftly handling the cards before she dealt them out in a star formation. She wasn't really looking to divine her own future. She was just trying to entertain herself while the guy who was supposed to walk her home finished doing whatever it was that he was doing. If the sounds were anything to go by, he was trying, and failing, to move bottles of booze around.
"Dominique, see that Eric doesn't break every single bottle of single malt we have in his floundering attempt to restock the bar, then go home," Julian said, dictating instructions to his assistant. "Then you may go home."
"D'accord," the lithe brunette said, snapping her leather folder shut before she ducked behind the bar.
After Julian took one last look around the interior of the empty club, he turned to go back to his office. It'd been a long night and he was looking forward to catching a few blessed hours of sleep before his brunch meeting in Copenhagen.
His attention was caught by his newest employee, the Fae-like blonde bartender he'd hired. Lavender. "I trust you're settling in well, Lavender?" he asked, pausing by her perch.
"Like a champ," she replied. "Everyone's been really great about being nice to the new girl. The hazing isn't even that bad."
"No, they save that for your second month," he commented dryly.
"I'll be sure to keep my guard up." She gathered up the cards and started to shuffle them again. "And how have you been, Mr. Boss man?"
"I've been," Julian replied, leaning back against the bar and rolling the sleeves of his crisp Oxford shirt up to his elbows. His gaze cast down to the bar top, one dark brow rising. "Tarot cards?"
"Tarot cards," Lavender replied affirmatively, holding out the deck. "Cut?"
He wasn't so sure about this, but what harm could it do? "Alright," he replied. Reaching out, he cut the deck swiftly, waiting for her to do... whatever it was she did.
She reached for the first card on the second deck and turned it over, setting it flat on the surface of the bar. "The Emperor. Interesting. Do you know anything about tarot cards?" she asked, tapping the card with her finger.
"Not really. I opted not to waste time with Divination."
"Hey, it was not a waste of time. I'll have you know that a crystal ball saved my life. Okay, the Emperor is the archetypal father figure. He is wise to the ways of the world, and the master of his realm. He rules with a firm, but just hand." She glanced up at him beneath her lashes as she spoke. "Shall I go on?"
Julian's lip twitched. "Why not?"
"Okay, just interrupt if I start to ramble. Where was I?"
"I believe you said that he was the master of his realm." Julian quite liked the sound of that.
"Right. Right. The Emperor shows the benefits of structure and logic ruling over the emotions and lesser desires," which was very unappealing in her opinion, but it wasn't her reading. "He listens to the counsel of others, but the final decision is always his. Do you see the armor he wears under his robe?"
He picked up the card and examined it. "Yes," he said, taking note of the full suit of armor the man in the picture had on beneath his crimson robe.
"It means that war is one of his tools and that he won't hesitate to protect those he cares about." It meant that he wouldn't hesitate to use violence to protect the ones he cared about, but she wasn't about to insinuate something like that about her boss. "The precious few who are under his protection always repay him with loyalty and respect."
His lip quirked into a semi-smirk. So far, it all seemed rather legitimate. "Are they? Is there anything else?"
"A little more, yeah. The Emperor can also symbolize the assumption of power and control, by you or someone close to you. When hard choices have to be made, it's important to move ahead and do what you think is best. If you can master yourself, then you won't have a problem mastering the world, and all the things in it." She gave him a little smile and gently plucked the card from his hand, shuffling it back into the deck. "That's what it means in general, anyway. I'd know more if it was with other cards."
"You put stock in what the cards say?" he queried. "Or do you make your own destiny, fates be damned?"
"Well, the cards have been on the money so far." She picked up the purple satin scarf she kept them wrapped in and started winding it around the deck. "It all depends on whether or not you choose to listen to what they have to say."
"And what do they say to you, Lavender? Have they spoken to you of your future, your life, of a lover?" His green eyes darkened slightly at the last; he'd yet to sample his newest employee, though he'd have to admit to having thought about her ethereal beauty framed on the dark sheets of his bed.
A slight tinge of red stained her cheekbones, but she met his eyes head on. "That would be the one area where I choose to ignore the cards."
"Which area? I mentioned three," he replied.
"If I want to take a lover, I will, regardless of what the cards say." And she had a feeling that Julian would make an excellent lover.
"A woman who takes what she wants," he drawled, giving her lithe form a long, lingering look. "Most women don't know how enticing that is."
Lavender leaned forward slightly, giving him a little half smile. "Is that something you find enticing?"
Julian leaned in, lips twitching. "Very."
Good.
"And are you wanting to take a lover, Lavender?" he asked, his voice low and dark.
"That all depends. Are you offering yourself up?"
"If you were looking for one, then yes," he said unabashedly.
"I am." And she was rather looking forward to spending the evening with someone, and not having to go home to an empty apartment. The fact that she was about to be shagged by an incredibly handsome man was just a bonus.
"Then your place or mine?" Julian asked, extending a hand to her in offering.
Her place was absolutely out of the question. She hadn't cleaned the small studio flat in, well, longer than she cared to count, and unless she was mistaken, the heat had been turned off again. "Yours."
When she placed her small, delicate hand in his, he pulled her to him, letting his hand rest just below the small of her back. "Then what are we waiting for?" he murmured in her ear before he Apparated them away.
She glanced around slowly once they'd reappeared. It was slightly intimidating; she could have fit her entire flat in that one room. "What are we waiting for, again?" she asked, smiling up at him.
"Absolutely nothing," he murmured before he lowered his lips to hers. His hands moved to her hips, gripping lightly as he pulled her flush against him.
Lavender wound her arms around his neck and rose onto her tiptoes to press herself against him, already enjoying their little interlude. He was fantastic at this whole snogging business.
It took no effort for Julian's fingers to dig into her hips and lift her, encouraging her to wrap those lithe blonde legs around his waist. One hand slid up to tangle in her fine blonde hair, holding her lips to his as he plundered her mouth.
Her hands moved to his shoulders, gripping at the soft white material and letting herself sink into the kiss. He really knew what he was doing, and she was happy to let him.
Pulling her tighter against him, one hand slid beneath her skirt, growling against her lips as he traced the line where her lacy knickers met skin. Slipping one finger underneath, he traced along her folds teasingly, the tip of her finger ghosting over her nub.
The blonde let out a shuddery little breath and tightened her arms and legs around him. It would probably be prudent to find a bed soon, because the delicious things he was doing to her was making it hard to concentrate.
Slipping one finger inside of her, Julian crooked it forward to rub against the spot that made stars dance in front of her eyes. Her little breathy whimpers were music to his ears, though he looked forward to hearing her cry his name in pleasure.
She shivered and dug her nails into his shoulders, eyes sliding shut in pleasure. "Julian."
"Lavender," he murmured in reply, pressing his thumb to her clit as he gave her another finger.
"Bed," she gasped.
He needed no further encouragement, walking the nubile blonde in his arms backwards and through the door to his bedroom. Reluctantly, he slid his hand out of her and laid her down on the bed, covering her body with his own as his lips found hers again.
Lavender tangled her fingers in his hair, angling his head the way she liked to be kissed as the weight of his body pressed her into the mattress. She needed this, to feel another person over her. She needed to be touched.
Shifting, he slid his hands under her shirt and tugged upwards, peeling the thin fabric from her frame. His eyes darkened when he gazed upon her petite breasts, completely bare. Rolling his eyes up to hers, he ducked his head in and took a rosy pink nipple between his lips.
She stroked her hands over his back, pulling his shirt free of his slacks to slide her hands beneath. His skin was hot beneath her hands and the shifting muscles spoke of strength and it thrilled.
Julian nipped at the tip of her breast, rolling the hard pebble with his tongue before he pulled back. He blew his warm breath over the rapidly cooling skin before he switched to the other breast, laving the neglected twin with his lips and tongue. His hand slid back underneath her skirt to the waistband of her knickers, drawing them slowly down her legs.
She made a small sound, arching as his lips and teeth and tongue laid into her. Her nails dug into his back, scraped along the taut muscles as little flecks of pleasure moved through her.
He drew back when she whimpered, lips twitching in a smirk as his fingers drew her knickers down past her knees. "What do you want, Lavender?" he murmured softly, stilling his progress.
"Don't you dare stop," she replied, opening her eyes.
"Tsk, tsk, that wasn't what you were supposed to say," he replied, green eyes alight with a dark amusement. "What do you want?"
Her green eyes fired and she sat up, scooting her knickers down and kicking them away, since he didn't seem to want to. "I want you."
Pleased that she'd given him a victory, even if she did not know it, he pushed her back down onto the bed and moved his hands to his belt, working the expensive leather strap away from his trousers. In that same fashion, he undid the button and zip, making quick work of them before he fitted himself between her legs.
Giving her no time to react, he thrust up into her wet heat, groaning when she clenched around him.
She molded herself to him, their rough movements making her head spin, her breath come out on a moan. Her hands cupped his face to bring his lips back to hers in a kiss that was near violent with greed.
Julian nipped at her lips as his hips began to move faster and faster, thrusting into her over and over and over again. Her lithe body was flush against him, and his hands slid over her torso to cup her hips, holding her in place as he pistoned in and out.
They moved together, the speed building, rising. Bodies slick with sweat, sliding against each other, pleasure tumbling over pleasure until it battered her system and overpowered her mind as she climbed toward the peak. "Yes, Julian. Yes."
He loved hearing his name fall from a beautiful woman's lips; it sounded oh so sweet that way. His hand slipped between their bodies to rub at her clit, massaging the swollen nub as he pushed her higher and higher. "Come," he commanded.
The pleasure built and built, making her breathing ragged, her body shiver. She made a small, helpless sound as she closed her eyes, pressing her face against his neck as she climaxed. She came, hard, biting into his neck to keep from screaming her pleasure.
With the feeling of her sharp teeth pressing into his skin, Julian groaned and let himself go, thrusting his pleasure into her slick heat. He continued to move within her lazily, ducking his head down to run his lips along the column of her throat.
She laughed on a soft expulsion of breath and smoothed her hand over his back, beneath the shirt he was still wearing. They were both still mostly clothed, and she was hoping they would remedy that if they were going for round two.
Smirking, Julian rolled to the side and pulled her small frame on top of his. His body barely registered her weight on top of him, she was so light.
Her eyes slid shut, content to rest against him for the moment.
His hands slid down to her ridiculously short skirt, expert fingers undoing the zipper before he encouraged her to lift her hips so he could push it down her body. As delectable as she'd looked half naked with her legs wrapped around him, she'd look even better naked.
Propping a hand on either side of his head, Lavender pushed herself away from him, taking the opportunity to admire his still clothed body.
"Enjoying the view, dolce?" he murmured, lips twitching in a small smirk.
"Yes, I am," she replied frankly, bending to kiss that smirk. He had such a good smirk.
"Good," he murmured, fisting his hand in her hair as he rolled them to hover over her. "So am I."
Summary: Lavender and Julian get closer after work.
Lavender hummed as she shuffled her tarot deck, deftly handling the cards before she dealt them out in a star formation. She wasn't really looking to divine her own future. She was just trying to entertain herself while the guy who was supposed to walk her home finished doing whatever it was that he was doing. If the sounds were anything to go by, he was trying, and failing, to move bottles of booze around.
"Dominique, see that Eric doesn't break every single bottle of single malt we have in his floundering attempt to restock the bar, then go home," Julian said, dictating instructions to his assistant. "Then you may go home."
"D'accord," the lithe brunette said, snapping her leather folder shut before she ducked behind the bar.
After Julian took one last look around the interior of the empty club, he turned to go back to his office. It'd been a long night and he was looking forward to catching a few blessed hours of sleep before his brunch meeting in Copenhagen.
His attention was caught by his newest employee, the Fae-like blonde bartender he'd hired. Lavender. "I trust you're settling in well, Lavender?" he asked, pausing by her perch.
"Like a champ," she replied. "Everyone's been really great about being nice to the new girl. The hazing isn't even that bad."
"No, they save that for your second month," he commented dryly.
"I'll be sure to keep my guard up." She gathered up the cards and started to shuffle them again. "And how have you been, Mr. Boss man?"
"I've been," Julian replied, leaning back against the bar and rolling the sleeves of his crisp Oxford shirt up to his elbows. His gaze cast down to the bar top, one dark brow rising. "Tarot cards?"
"Tarot cards," Lavender replied affirmatively, holding out the deck. "Cut?"
He wasn't so sure about this, but what harm could it do? "Alright," he replied. Reaching out, he cut the deck swiftly, waiting for her to do... whatever it was she did.
She reached for the first card on the second deck and turned it over, setting it flat on the surface of the bar. "The Emperor. Interesting. Do you know anything about tarot cards?" she asked, tapping the card with her finger.
"Not really. I opted not to waste time with Divination."
"Hey, it was not a waste of time. I'll have you know that a crystal ball saved my life. Okay, the Emperor is the archetypal father figure. He is wise to the ways of the world, and the master of his realm. He rules with a firm, but just hand." She glanced up at him beneath her lashes as she spoke. "Shall I go on?"
Julian's lip twitched. "Why not?"
"Okay, just interrupt if I start to ramble. Where was I?"
"I believe you said that he was the master of his realm." Julian quite liked the sound of that.
"Right. Right. The Emperor shows the benefits of structure and logic ruling over the emotions and lesser desires," which was very unappealing in her opinion, but it wasn't her reading. "He listens to the counsel of others, but the final decision is always his. Do you see the armor he wears under his robe?"
He picked up the card and examined it. "Yes," he said, taking note of the full suit of armor the man in the picture had on beneath his crimson robe.
"It means that war is one of his tools and that he won't hesitate to protect those he cares about." It meant that he wouldn't hesitate to use violence to protect the ones he cared about, but she wasn't about to insinuate something like that about her boss. "The precious few who are under his protection always repay him with loyalty and respect."
His lip quirked into a semi-smirk. So far, it all seemed rather legitimate. "Are they? Is there anything else?"
"A little more, yeah. The Emperor can also symbolize the assumption of power and control, by you or someone close to you. When hard choices have to be made, it's important to move ahead and do what you think is best. If you can master yourself, then you won't have a problem mastering the world, and all the things in it." She gave him a little smile and gently plucked the card from his hand, shuffling it back into the deck. "That's what it means in general, anyway. I'd know more if it was with other cards."
"You put stock in what the cards say?" he queried. "Or do you make your own destiny, fates be damned?"
"Well, the cards have been on the money so far." She picked up the purple satin scarf she kept them wrapped in and started winding it around the deck. "It all depends on whether or not you choose to listen to what they have to say."
"And what do they say to you, Lavender? Have they spoken to you of your future, your life, of a lover?" His green eyes darkened slightly at the last; he'd yet to sample his newest employee, though he'd have to admit to having thought about her ethereal beauty framed on the dark sheets of his bed.
A slight tinge of red stained her cheekbones, but she met his eyes head on. "That would be the one area where I choose to ignore the cards."
"Which area? I mentioned three," he replied.
"If I want to take a lover, I will, regardless of what the cards say." And she had a feeling that Julian would make an excellent lover.
"A woman who takes what she wants," he drawled, giving her lithe form a long, lingering look. "Most women don't know how enticing that is."
Lavender leaned forward slightly, giving him a little half smile. "Is that something you find enticing?"
Julian leaned in, lips twitching. "Very."
Good.
"And are you wanting to take a lover, Lavender?" he asked, his voice low and dark.
"That all depends. Are you offering yourself up?"
"If you were looking for one, then yes," he said unabashedly.
"I am." And she was rather looking forward to spending the evening with someone, and not having to go home to an empty apartment. The fact that she was about to be shagged by an incredibly handsome man was just a bonus.
"Then your place or mine?" Julian asked, extending a hand to her in offering.
Her place was absolutely out of the question. She hadn't cleaned the small studio flat in, well, longer than she cared to count, and unless she was mistaken, the heat had been turned off again. "Yours."
When she placed her small, delicate hand in his, he pulled her to him, letting his hand rest just below the small of her back. "Then what are we waiting for?" he murmured in her ear before he Apparated them away.
She glanced around slowly once they'd reappeared. It was slightly intimidating; she could have fit her entire flat in that one room. "What are we waiting for, again?" she asked, smiling up at him.
"Absolutely nothing," he murmured before he lowered his lips to hers. His hands moved to her hips, gripping lightly as he pulled her flush against him.
Lavender wound her arms around his neck and rose onto her tiptoes to press herself against him, already enjoying their little interlude. He was fantastic at this whole snogging business.
It took no effort for Julian's fingers to dig into her hips and lift her, encouraging her to wrap those lithe blonde legs around his waist. One hand slid up to tangle in her fine blonde hair, holding her lips to his as he plundered her mouth.
Her hands moved to his shoulders, gripping at the soft white material and letting herself sink into the kiss. He really knew what he was doing, and she was happy to let him.
Pulling her tighter against him, one hand slid beneath her skirt, growling against her lips as he traced the line where her lacy knickers met skin. Slipping one finger underneath, he traced along her folds teasingly, the tip of her finger ghosting over her nub.
The blonde let out a shuddery little breath and tightened her arms and legs around him. It would probably be prudent to find a bed soon, because the delicious things he was doing to her was making it hard to concentrate.
Slipping one finger inside of her, Julian crooked it forward to rub against the spot that made stars dance in front of her eyes. Her little breathy whimpers were music to his ears, though he looked forward to hearing her cry his name in pleasure.
She shivered and dug her nails into his shoulders, eyes sliding shut in pleasure. "Julian."
"Lavender," he murmured in reply, pressing his thumb to her clit as he gave her another finger.
"Bed," she gasped.
He needed no further encouragement, walking the nubile blonde in his arms backwards and through the door to his bedroom. Reluctantly, he slid his hand out of her and laid her down on the bed, covering her body with his own as his lips found hers again.
Lavender tangled her fingers in his hair, angling his head the way she liked to be kissed as the weight of his body pressed her into the mattress. She needed this, to feel another person over her. She needed to be touched.
Shifting, he slid his hands under her shirt and tugged upwards, peeling the thin fabric from her frame. His eyes darkened when he gazed upon her petite breasts, completely bare. Rolling his eyes up to hers, he ducked his head in and took a rosy pink nipple between his lips.
She stroked her hands over his back, pulling his shirt free of his slacks to slide her hands beneath. His skin was hot beneath her hands and the shifting muscles spoke of strength and it thrilled.
Julian nipped at the tip of her breast, rolling the hard pebble with his tongue before he pulled back. He blew his warm breath over the rapidly cooling skin before he switched to the other breast, laving the neglected twin with his lips and tongue. His hand slid back underneath her skirt to the waistband of her knickers, drawing them slowly down her legs.
She made a small sound, arching as his lips and teeth and tongue laid into her. Her nails dug into his back, scraped along the taut muscles as little flecks of pleasure moved through her.
He drew back when she whimpered, lips twitching in a smirk as his fingers drew her knickers down past her knees. "What do you want, Lavender?" he murmured softly, stilling his progress.
"Don't you dare stop," she replied, opening her eyes.
"Tsk, tsk, that wasn't what you were supposed to say," he replied, green eyes alight with a dark amusement. "What do you want?"
Her green eyes fired and she sat up, scooting her knickers down and kicking them away, since he didn't seem to want to. "I want you."
Pleased that she'd given him a victory, even if she did not know it, he pushed her back down onto the bed and moved his hands to his belt, working the expensive leather strap away from his trousers. In that same fashion, he undid the button and zip, making quick work of them before he fitted himself between her legs.
Giving her no time to react, he thrust up into her wet heat, groaning when she clenched around him.
She molded herself to him, their rough movements making her head spin, her breath come out on a moan. Her hands cupped his face to bring his lips back to hers in a kiss that was near violent with greed.
Julian nipped at her lips as his hips began to move faster and faster, thrusting into her over and over and over again. Her lithe body was flush against him, and his hands slid over her torso to cup her hips, holding her in place as he pistoned in and out.
They moved together, the speed building, rising. Bodies slick with sweat, sliding against each other, pleasure tumbling over pleasure until it battered her system and overpowered her mind as she climbed toward the peak. "Yes, Julian. Yes."
He loved hearing his name fall from a beautiful woman's lips; it sounded oh so sweet that way. His hand slipped between their bodies to rub at her clit, massaging the swollen nub as he pushed her higher and higher. "Come," he commanded.
The pleasure built and built, making her breathing ragged, her body shiver. She made a small, helpless sound as she closed her eyes, pressing her face against his neck as she climaxed. She came, hard, biting into his neck to keep from screaming her pleasure.
With the feeling of her sharp teeth pressing into his skin, Julian groaned and let himself go, thrusting his pleasure into her slick heat. He continued to move within her lazily, ducking his head down to run his lips along the column of her throat.
She laughed on a soft expulsion of breath and smoothed her hand over his back, beneath the shirt he was still wearing. They were both still mostly clothed, and she was hoping they would remedy that if they were going for round two.
Smirking, Julian rolled to the side and pulled her small frame on top of his. His body barely registered her weight on top of him, she was so light.
Her eyes slid shut, content to rest against him for the moment.
His hands slid down to her ridiculously short skirt, expert fingers undoing the zipper before he encouraged her to lift her hips so he could push it down her body. As delectable as she'd looked half naked with her legs wrapped around him, she'd look even better naked.
Propping a hand on either side of his head, Lavender pushed herself away from him, taking the opportunity to admire his still clothed body.
"Enjoying the view, dolce?" he murmured, lips twitching in a small smirk.
"Yes, I am," she replied frankly, bending to kiss that smirk. He had such a good smirk.
"Good," he murmured, fisting his hand in her hair as he rolled them to hover over her. "So am I."
Summary: Lavender and Julian get closer after work.