RP: Chinese & Conversation

[rar_andromeda]

Date: Friday, July 26, 1999
Characters: Andromeda Tonks, Roger Davies
Location: Roger's flat
Status: Private
Summary: Andy drops by to see Roger
Completion: Complete

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[rar_andromeda]

She laughed. "Alright. I'll be sure to keep you away from seafood when I'm feeling competitive, then."

Roger was staring at her. It wasn't a normal stare or even a confused stare. She couldn't figure out what sort it was, but she was starting to feel self-conscious, which was annoying. She hadn't really experienced that emotion even when she was a child, so she didn't like the idea of starting now.

Then, she felt a hand on hers, and she stopped worrying about it. She glanced at Roger and wondered if it was normal for young people to hold their friends' hands. A lot had changed over the years, after all, and she had seen people hugging and touching who weren't involved. So that was probably why Roger had touched her hand. It let her know that he considered her a friend and was affectionate.

"Did you have a good day at work?" she asked before she sipped her wine. She didn't move her hand, even though his touch had her mind wandering to how it would feel to have his hands other places. She valued their friendship, so she wasn't going to pull her hand away and risk offending him.

[rar_roger]

"What?" Roger blinked as Andy asked him about work, thinking surely they must have discussed that already, and furthermore, not much in the mood to talk about work. "Um, work was just fine," he said carefully, before registering that she hadn't moved her hand yet.

That was a signal, right? He was pretty sure it was a signal, though he wasn't sure what of; after all, while she wasn't moving her hand away, she also wasn't doing anything encouraging like moving closer or something. Fucking hell, he wasn't used to this. Usually, by the time a girl was in his flat, there really wasn't much exchange of signals before they were exchanging other things.

Anyway, this wasn't usually the way he was -- if this were a normal girl, he'd already be snogging her and who knew what else. It wasn't like him to hesitate or to feel unsure about something like this, only ... Andy wasn't a normal girl.

Still. In for a penny, in for a pound. He scooted a bit closer and let his thumb make circles on the delicate skin inside of her wrist.

[rar_andromeda]

"That's good. If you were required to work late, I assumed that there might have been extra work or an emergency." His flat was rather warm. She felt flushed and decided that she might better stop drinking the wine. It took much more than two glasses to affect her, but she thought it was likely best to be cautious considering her frame of mind.

She tensed when she suddenly felt Roger's thumb moving. She glanced at him and was surprised to see that he was closer than before. Had he always been sitting there? She blinked and felt foolish. Maybe the wine had affected her more than normal due to her skipping lunch? It was a possible explanation, though she generally accepted her own actions without blaming hunger or alcohol.

He was still touching her wrist, and she wasn't blind. The way he was looking at her now, it reminded her of Ted when they had their first date. She glanced at his mouth then back up to meet his gaze. "I should probably go," she murmured as she looked at his mouth again. She knew she should stand up and walk away, but it was comfortable there, and he had such nice lips. She could look for a minute more, then she'd go.

[rar_roger]

"Why should you go?" Roger asked quietly. He couldn't see a reason -- not when he'd seen her looking at his mouth. That was encouraging. He set his wineglass down and moved even closer, gently taking her glass from her and setting it on the table as well, watching her face. He lifted his hand to her face, brushing her dark hair away from her cheek.

"I really think you should stay." Heart still racing, he leaned in close, softly kissing her cheek before working his way toward her mouth so that he could ghost his lips over hers.

[rar_andromeda]

"Because." She couldn't think of any reason at the moment when he was looking at her that way and moving even closer. He took her glass, and she curled her fingers into her palm. "You've had too much wine." It was the only reason she could think of to explain him touching her face and looking at her as if he desired her.

She closed her eyes when he kissed her cheek, moving her face towards his until their lips pressed together. It was shocking to kiss someone other than Ted. Roger's lips were different, his touch was different, he smelled different. Not better or worse, just different. She reached up to touch his hair, gripping it in her fingers as she pressed her lips more firmly against his.

[rar_roger]

"I haven't," he murmured. "I'm a big guy. Takes more than two glasses, Andy."

When he touched his lips to hers, she responded, her hands in his hair, and he released her wrist so that he could move his hand to her waist and press closer. On a groan, he coaxed her lips apart, seeking her tongue with his.

[rar_andromeda]

She heard him groan and parted her lips. The kiss deepened, and her doubts were easily ignored as she moved closer to him. He was so broad and strong, more than she had realized. She moved her hand over his shoulders and gripped him as she pushed him against the sofa cushions.

When she finally pulled back, she realized that she was now straddling him and her lips were swollen. She blinked down at him as she shifted her position. "I've never kissed anyone but Ted," she admitted before she could stop herself. She kissed him again so she'd stop talking and thinking about the past right now.

[rar_roger]

Andy pressed him back against the sofa, and then she was in his lap with her knees on either side of his hips, and he started to wonder what the hell he'd been hesitating for. She felt good against him -- really good -- and he molded his hands to her hips before streaking them up her back, untucking her tidy blouse. Her words stopped him for a moment, and before he could reply, she was kissing him again. When he pulled back, he looked at her again, catching his breath.

There'd been no one her whole life except her husband, the one she'd lost so cruelly a year and a half ago. It was almost overwhelming to consider that he was the first man she'd touched since. He couldn't ever begrudge her comparing them -- he wasn't foolish enough to think he was anywhere near as important to her as the man she'd loved -- but Roger couldn't help wanting her to think of him when they were together like this.

"I can't tell you not to think about him, Andy," he said, gripping her hips again, more gently this time, "But right now you're kissing me." He shifted, pivoting so that he could lay her against the cushions, pressing close and deepening the kiss.

[rar_andromeda]

When she pulled back this time, she felt Roger's hand on her bare back. Something flashed in his eyes as he held her hips and moved them. She was surprised when he practically growled and kissed her again. He was right. She was kissing him, and it wasn't like Ted's kisses. Gentle and tender and playful. No, this was fierce and urgent and how had she not noticed that Roger wanted to do this before?

She tugged his shirt up and scratched his back as she returned his kiss, fighting him for control. She moved her leg around him, pressing up into him as she focused on how good it felt to be touched, to be wanted by him.

[rar_roger]

Roger didn't know why her response was surprising him so much, but he wasn't inclined to question it because her nails on his back felt amazing. He grunted when her leg came up around his thigh, and pressed his leg in between hers, wishing he could see how she looked with her skirt hiked high around her thighs.

No matter; he could feel it well enough. Moving his hand down her body again, he gripped her thigh, feeling silk stockings and warm skin, and started kissing the underside of her jaw and down her neck.