RP: Cheese and Claret

[shh_rita]

Date: March 1, 2005
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Ollivander
Location: Ollivander's shop
Status: Private
Summary: Like she said she would, Rita comes by with a bottle of claret. She hopes Ollivander remembered the cheese.
Completion: Complete

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[shh_rita]

Merlin. Fuck. She was spinning, grabbed up and devoured by him. She kissed back, holding tight to him and turning to something molten in his arms - melting, but nothing as simple or as benign as that. The dominance in his kiss woke something primal in her that raced through veins and coalesced as a throb in her cunt.

When he pulled away, he left her feeling breathless and disheveled. Her tongue flickered over her lips, she smirked. Gods, she'd had sex that had been less satisfying than that kiss.

"That you have," she murmured.

She'd certainly gotten a rise from him. Perhaps that was what he needed, then. She couldn't break him - she'd still not felt any evidence that she'd aroused him physically - but she could entice him. A gentle push, a suggestion of more, and he wanted to assert himself, wanted to make sure he was in control but that she was left reeling and gasping.

And he'd succeeded. But she'd still coaxed him into wanting that. She was rather pleased with herself. She chuckled, slipped her hand down from his neck and flattened her palm against his chest.

"That might be enough for one evening," she murmured. Leave now and let him think about what had just happened - what he'd just given away, what she'd just brought to the surface. Think about it herself.

[shh_ollivander]

"Oh, I think you've had quite enough for tonight, haven't you?" Ollivander said, reaching over and picking up his tea cup again. "Enough to make your dreams interesting tonight, at least?"

Rita was playing a game, and he wasn't sure if he was playing yet or not. That, in itself, was interesting. He wasn't one to be drawn into anything of which he did not approve, and just the fact that he was entertaining the idea of having another tryst was intriguing.

And Rita was so young. So very, very young. Not that age mattered to him, but she carried herself young, as well. And as much as she tried to be a grown-up, to him, she always seemed to be a young girl playing at being an adult. She put on the lipstick and painted her nails. She made sure every curl was in place and wore the fancy grown-up clothes with heels and stockings.

He finished his tea and moved away from the counter. Tonight there would be no more promises of future meetings. She would come back. He didn't need words to assure him of that fact. She hadn't finished with him, and her tenacity amused him enough to allow her to play this game.

"I think it's probably time for you to go, my dear," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I believe we both have work to do tonight before we retire."

[shh_rita]

Rita chuckled. "Perhaps." She wouldn't give him any more satisfaction than that.

Merlin, her involvements in town were teaching her patience. Ollivander, Irma. One who seemed interested in her, but for whom and with whom the physical wasn't the most important issue, and the other who needed to be gently seduced even into the idea. And then Kingsley, of course, whose relationship with her was so intense and all-consuming that neither of them could deal with it for more than a few hours at a time.

She certainly knew how to pick them.

"I probably do," she smiled, stepping away from him and draining the wine glass that she'd somehow managed to keep a hold of through the kiss. "There's always something."

She gathered up her bag, left the rest of the bottle of wine for him. "Goodnight," she said with a smile. She watched him a moment as he sipped his tea and observed her, then - with no promise to return but no doubt that she would, for either of them, she thought - turned and was gone.