RP: Something to make it worth her while

[shh_marietta]

Date: 2 April 2005
Characters: Marietta Edgecombe and Vincent Crabbe
Location: Roma, then Vincent's house, then his flat
Status: Private
Summary: Marietta takes Vincent up on his offer to "make it worth her while" to jump him forward in the Floo inspection queue. The evening proceeds in a way neither expected, but both enjoy.
Warnings: Eventually

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[shh_marietta]

So they were on the same page. Each knew what the other wanted, at least the basics. The fact that Vincent's body was now touching hers at several important points didn't escape Marietta's notice. He wasn't tall, perhaps only five inches taller than her, but he was powerfully built. He turned all that blubber into muscle, she observed, shifting slightly in her spot, just enough to relieve a bit of the pressure that was building in her body, especially in her breasts.

"Still," she whispered, dropping her eyes, her lips near his neck, "if it's something you really want, and I can help you with it, I'm willing. Right now. And please, I've no interest in vampires, especially not at this moment. I was thinking of something rather more...clinical...you know, a syringe. I'm not playing a game here, Vincent. I'm completely sincere."

She looked up, meeting his eyes again. "It's not blackmail either," she said simply, shivering at the feeling of his fingertips on her bare arm. "I don't want to be a virgin any more. I'm not totally naive, but I've not had actual sex (or anything close, but she refrained from saying that) with anyone yet. It's not been my choice, believe me. I haven't been saving myself for Mr Right or any such romantic drivel. It just hasn't happened and now I want to know what I've been missing."

As his hand trailed on her arm, she reached up and stroked the shell of his ear slowly with one fingertip. "These are my conditions. This will not be a quickie. Both of us will remove our clothing at least below the waist, preferably more. We will use a soft, pleasant surface such as a bed, or at the least a sofa. Each of us will provide oral sex to the other. See, I'm willing to give as well as take. And finally, you will do whatever you know how to make sure I enjoy the experience. Don't worry, I won't expect to spend the night with you. Oh, if you've got any sort of alcohol in the house, a spot of it might help me lose the last of my inhibitions. All of this will happen after you've drawn not more than two phials of blood from my arm. If any of my conditions aren't met during the act, I have the right to keep the phials of blood."

Looking him straight in the eye, she asked, "Any questions?" It was the boldest thing she'd ever done in her life; if he rejected her, she would know it was also the stupidest.

[shh_vincent]

"As gruesome as it sounds, fresh blood is preferable to that which has been stored for certain periods of time...." Vincent let his voice trail off, staring at her intently, more so as he wanted to give himself time to properly contemplate her suggestion. For all he could play the part of being completely composed, he had not been expecting this from her at all.

He was tempted to suggest she leave right then, but how odd was it that he liked the challenge? At least she was up front about her intentions, and her long-term expectations, or lack thereof, weren't that far off from his own. Assuming, of course, she meant them. That was the kicker. But it was a risk with any woman, getting clingy after the fact. Some of them more likely than Marietta.

And they didn't come with any other possible side benefits.

"Marietta," he made the decision on the spur of the moment, even as he chuckled, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at her clinical description - of her stipulations, not of the way to draw blood, "your description and stipulations leave something to be desired."

Placing his hands on her hips he walked forwards, pressing against her even as he hoped she was knowledgable enough to feel the evidence of his erection through his slacks, urging her backwards until her back hit the opposite wall. "Sex," he began, staring down at her as he braced his arms on both sides of her head, "cannot be dictated in those terms. Enjoyment - yes, that can be expected on both sides."

He lowered one hand, leaning closer until his lips were right near her ear, "But the details? Those are best left to the spur of the moment rather than dicated." He let his hand graze along her body as he murmured in her ear, "Soft surfaces can be overrated." He bunched the hemline of her dress in his hand, raising it just enough to startle her, "I could take you, here, like this. Which would break at least three of your conditions, but I assure you would be much more than enjoyable."

He did nothing else, but let his lips graze her ear, before pulling back, and dropping her dress. "My condition," Vincent told her, as he took a step back, "at least in terms of ones I want agreed to beforehand - we forget the alcohol. I'd rather be doing this with the mercenary Slytherin female I have with me here tonight than the drunken Ravenclaw at the Five Alarm."

"I have no real questions, no touchy-feely 'do you really want this' - just one minor one," he raised his eyebrows, "my flat, or transfigure something not old and covered in dust here? If you're still set on a soft surface?" At the very least, putting it all out there would make sure she was serious in what she wanted. He would curse himself for being too impulsive if she got all moral and backed out in the middle.

[shh_marietta]

"Yes, I suppose fresh blood is best," she said, watching his face. "Well, we could always do this some other time, when you actually needed the blood, but there's a chance my blood would be...worthless to you by then." She didn't need to spell out it for him. He looked at her as though he were weighing his options. While she'd given him a list of conditions, she knew, and assumed he did too, that they were bargaining points, opening terms in a negotiation. He seemed to be accepting the gauntlet she'd thrown down. "Do they, now?" She met his gaze with her own. "I'm just being honest about what I want. I didn't ask for candlelight or roses, or Celestina Warbeck trilling about cauldrons full of hot, strong love, only what I believe would enhance my enjoyment of the experience."

Suddenly Vincent put his hands on her hips and began to walk her backwards, his body pressed against hers so that she couldn't miss that he was becoming hard without so much as a kiss or anything else romantic. Perhaps this was a man who enjoyed women challenging him. Her Slytherin side, the one that came up with this scheme despite the protests of her inner Ravenclaw, might enjoy that. When her back hit the opposite wall, he put a hand on each side of her head, his face hovering inches from hers, male energy rolling off his body.

"You can see where I'm coming from, though, can't you? I'm not a whore, obviously, nor do I intend to become one." She was breathing harder now, her chest rising and falling as he spoke softly into her ear, and the tightness of arousal began to swirl low in her belly. She might be technically a virgin but she'd been aroused often enough to know the sensation well, and when he suddenly pulled the hem of her skirt up, exposing some of her thigh, she swallowed but didn't flinch. "You could, I'm sure, but I'd rather you didn't," she said quietly, nuzzling his ear in return. "The alcohol isn't necessary." She was already breathing more quickly and would probably not need a lot more encouragement to lose what was left of her inhibitions.

"Well, there is something rather wild about this place right now," she said, looking past him at all the construction paraphernalia inside the house. "But I think your flat would do better."

She Summoned her handbag and shawl, gripping them in one hand, then kissed the side of his neck just below the ear, flicking her tongue briefly against his skin as she placed a hand on his hip.

[shh_vincent]

"For all that you're not a whore, and I have no desire to fuck one ever again," Vincent was crude in his word choice, even as his own breath caught slightly as she flicked her tongue against his ear, and placed her hand on his hip, "I will also make clear I am not a house elf, who performs on demands." That was nearly the summation of his life since Hogwarts, and he had no inclination to let it change - in any area.

"I don't deal with emperical commands well," he didn't move, not to apparate them - nor to give her space, only kept his face impassive, still only a few inches away from hers. "This isn't to say we may not do the things you requested, and I can assure you it won't detract from me giving you pleasure. But in case you've missed something about me Marietta, I won't be dictated to."

He lowered his head, nipping lightly at her neck with his teeth. Not near hard enough to draw blood, but enough to catch her attention. "I'm in this," he told her softly against her neck, "for pleasure only, you know. The blood, it may be a small fringe benefit, but your - how shall we say - possession of it does not control me. Sex may be business-like, but I have no desire to make it business." His lips quirked up, "Like your statement, I am not a whore, nor do I intend to become one."

Vincent looked at her, assessing for a moment, "I spell this out before I apparate us to my place, as you need to understand it. Do not worry, I can give you the sensations you want, but if you're looking for someone to dance to your tune, I'm not it. It's not that I will impose my will against your wishes, but nor will I bend to yours."

"This newfound self-confidence of yours," he smirked, resting his own hands on her hips and drawing her closer to him, "may do wonders, yes, but it only goes so far with me. So tell me - do I apparate us to my flat, or do we go our seperate ways....earlier, then expected? And, I will add, although it should be fairly obvious by now - if you're looking for flowery words and praise? Again, you've chosen the wrong man."

[shh_marietta]

She had misjudged him somewhat, she knew that now. She still remembered the fat, dumb-looking boy who trailed Draco Malfoy like a lapdog. But this was the new Vincent, or more likely the Vincent who'd hid himself away at school, biding his time by acting as Malfoy's toady. She was still getting used to this Vincent, figuring out his limits. Apparently her demands - and really, they were negotating points - had irked him. Unfortunately, now that this sexual tension had developed between them, Marietta wanted, needed some resolution.

"I can see that now, and I'll admit that I misjudged you," she said, licking her lips unconsciously. "For a Slytherin, you're rather literal. I presented a list of what I wanted. You've countered. Really, Vincent, I'm not an unreasonable person. I want this to be.... beneficial for both of us." When he dipped his head and nipped lightly at her neck, Marietta's breathing sped up again. "The thought of shagging a house elf is revolting," she said, sneering, "but I do want to shag you. Very much, in fact. So instead of demands, I'll agree to making requests that I hope you'll try to fulfill. I don't want you to dance to my tune. Although my...experience...is limited, I'll do my best to enhance your enjoyment. I am a quick learner," she said with a smirk. "I had to be to keep up in Ravenclaw."

"So I'm not your whore, and you're not mine," she said as he drew her closer to him, his arousal even more evident now. "Perhaps we can call this a temporary joining of equals?" She didn't want to imply that she expected anything more from him, but she didn't want to close the door on a future tryst if tonight's encounter was pleasurable for both of them. "That's what you want, isn't it? To know that we're equals in this little...adventure? I hadn't understood it earlier but I do now. I can see now you're a man who requires the respect of those he deals with. You need to do things on your own terms, and I can respect that. So, no, I don't expect flowery words and praise any more than I expect Celestina Warbeck songs on the wireless as background music. But I do expect each of us to try to give the other pleasure."

She wound a hand around his neck, her fingers stroking the skin. "Apparate us. Please."

[shh_vincent]

Her matter of fact speech, which had delved a little too far into the psychological analysis for his taste killed the mood somewhat, but Vincent really had no inclination to send her on her way. Although being propositioned in some way was nothing new, it was all too rare for him to find a female - that annoyed him less than a mandrake - who didn't want something from him at the same time, such as committment, romance, and the like. And, he doubted he had much chance of finding that with as much frequency as he would like. It was why he rarely approached women himself - not just because he didn't need to anymore - but because it implied he could be bothered to oblige with what they wanted.

He didn't waste time with words, keeping his hands resting on her hips as he closed his eyes momentarily, concentrating enough to apparate them to his flat. It would have been crude to appear right in the bedroom, but when his hip bumped into the kitchen table holding all his potions supplies - it was where he was set up as he had no other use for the table realy - Vincent wished he had.

Nudging out one of the chairs, he sat down onto it, pulling Marietta onto his lap so she could straddle him, her dress riding high. "I think we have a deal", he murmured as he leaned his head up, capturing her lower lip gently between his teeth before kissing her more firmly, fisting his hands on her hair. Not an intimacy he always bothered with, but one he was sure she would....request.

He didn't break the kiss while he reached onto the table, grabbing two empty vials from where they sat. "Perhaps we should take care of a few things first," he told her pulling back slightly. "I've never quite investigated how 'technically' a virgin one must be." He rattled the bottles together lightly as he continued, "A present for me if I...impress you properly, or a souvenir for you." He smirked as he asked, not thinking that likely.

[shh_marietta]

Vincent didn't reply, but immediately Apparated Marietta and himself into the kitchen in his flat. He jostled the kitchen table slightly, which could have been disastrous, she realised, as it contained a large quantity of supplies that, apparently, he used in his potions research. He wasted no time sitting down and immediately pulled her onto his lap, the position forcing her dress up high on her thighs. Straddling him, she could feel his erection through the fabric of his trousers and her own knickers. It was all she could do to stop herself from grinding against him, but she needed to keep her mind at least half-way clear before they did anything significant. When he said they had a deal, she let herself relax into his kiss, sighing as he nibbled her lower lip before kissing her more firmly. Trying to mirror his movements, she slipped her hands into his hair, playing with it as he took her hair in his fists.

It would be difficult not to get carried away right then. She was glad when he pulled away slightly, reaching for the vials that would hold the blood she had promised to give him for his research.

"Yes, first things first," she answered, her pulse racing from the kiss. "Trust me, I would meet a...technical...definition of virginity." To Marietta that meant she'd never been penetrated by another person, other than a finger or two. It didn't include sex toys or...other devices of the proper shape and size that might have come in handy. It was an awful pun, if only in her mind, and she had to resist smirking about it. "I've had blood drawn before. I should probably sit somewhere else while you draw it." She kissed him again, her tongue sliding along his lower lip, then pushed herself up and off him and found another chair to sit on.

[shh_vincent]

"Hm, for both our sakes, perhaps you should stay right where you are, if we don't want this to get too clinical" Vincent chuckled, grasping her before she could sit down, drawing her back onto his lap. "I'm not a bloody mediwitch, you really don't need to move for this to be done. I could," he slid his free hand up her thigh, sliding her dress up even higher, "be doing other things while we did it." He paused before exposing anything, letting his hand drift back to his wand, and pulled it out, "But perhaps you'd prefer I'd offer this my full attention."

Uncorking the first vial, he held her hand in his, stretching it out so her palm was fully exposed. "This doesn't hurt," he told her, murmuring the spell he had used on his finger when signing the contract with Lisa as he dragged it across her palm. As the blood started to well up, he grabbed the vial, angling her palm to let it drip in. He didn't need a full bottle. "And it feels slightly more personal than a needle."

When the blood itself began too clot on her hand, he corked the sample, whispering a healing spell across her palm, blowing lightly even as the skin healed to it's normal state - primarily for effect. "Good as new," he commented, pulling back only to grab the other vial, repeating the same procedure on the other hand.

"Isn't that more preferable to getting blood drawn?" he asked her with raised eyebrows, resting his hands on the bare skin of her thighs, rubbing back and forth lightly. "Works best when one doesn't require a large sample." With a virgin's blood, a small sample was enough, as it was used only for it's purity in most cases.

There were some he knew, who liked to get blood at it's purest, capturing the blood from the tearing of the hymen - but he was not one of them. Mostly because tonight he had no inclination to let it spoil the mood - and he had no important need for the blood. But, he rather thought Marietta liked the idea of the bargain rather than just asking him to shag her.

"Of course," he latched onto their comments before, "there is some debate about the technicality of things." While his words were matter of fact and far from erotic, his touch wasn't.

"Most people of course consider those who have kissed another person still a virgin in all respects," he captured her mouth with his again, only teasing her this time before pulling back. "As they rightly should. But, after all, one isn't quite as pure as someone who has kept their lips to themselves."

He kept speaking even as he dragged his mouth down to her chest, biting her nipple lightly through her dress, "Most too," he told her, even as he replaced his mouth with his hand, caressing her through the fabric, "consider someone a virgin even if they've participated in fondling."

"Some too," he paused for a moment, locking eyes with her, "consider a woman technically a virgin even if they've been penetrated by something other than man's cock." Vincent slid his hand under the hem of her dress, trailing along the inside of her thighs, but paused before he reached her knickers teasing her, his own breath catching momentarily as he brushed along her smooth skin.

"Fortunately," he continued with a smirk, "not something you have to worry about after tonight - what technical definition to use - when we remove all hints of 'technically' from the equation."

[shh_marietta]

"Oh!" she exclaimed as Vincent pulled her back into his lap then slid his hand up her thigh."I'd appreciate your full attention while you obtain my blood." His hand was hot against her skin, and as Marietta imagined where else that hand might go during the evening, her breath came out in little pants. Vincent stretched her hand out, exposing her palm, then dragged his wand across it. Remarkably, as he'd said, the magical cut didn't hurt. She watched as he very deliberately moved her hand so the blood could drip properly into the vial. Apparently he didn't need a lot of her blood (if he ever used it), for which she was glad, even though her hand didn't hurt. He whispered a healing spell, blew on her hand - which, she decided that moment, was an erogenous zone of its own - and repeated the process with her other hand.

"Yes, quite preferable," she murmured, unable to resist moving against his hands as he rubbed them lightly on her bare thighs. He began talking about definitions of virginity in a clinical tone that seemed to mock the way he was touching her now, first kissing her in a teasing way, then (much to her shock and pleasure) grazing her nipple with his teeth, nipping her through her dress, then fondling her breast with his hand. She held her tongue for once, unable to speak, letting herself feel every sensation his mouth and hands generated in her body. As he spoke about penetration, his eyes caught and held hers while his hand trailed up the inside of her thigh. Squirming in Vincent's lap, her breath ragged with desire, Marietta wound her hand around his neck and breathed softly against his ear. "Yes... some would... no more technicalities, no..."

[shh_vincent]

He really did like reducing her to incoherency, and the breathy sounds she was making against his ear as she ground against his lap were gratifying. Instead of picking her up and moving like he'd intended, Vincent slid his one hand further up her inner thigh, lightly pushing the crotch of her knickers aside, and sliding his middle finger into her before adding a second quickly. But he didn't move them immediately, just kept them still, her own movements moving her slightly on his fingers.

"Well, perhaps we'll keep it ambiguous for just a little while longer," he murmured, turning his head to nip at her ear. He would have slid his head down, but her hand was still firm on the back of his neck. He simply flicked his free finger against her clit, trying to get her to initiate the movement against his hand, even as he steadied her with his free hand.

[shh_marietta]

Vincent's hand crept upward along Marietta's thigh until she felt him push aside the thin fabric of her knickers. Suddenly one finger, then another, entered her, and Marietta gasped in surprise...and pleasure.

"Ohhhhhhhh...." she moaned, letting herself get used to the sensation. If he almost filled her up with two fingers, how would she feel with his cock inside? Probably like I'll explode, she thought, licking her lips, breath quickening. Her eyes widened as she moved around his fingers, her bum grinding against his lap. "Just move your hand," she murmured, her lips grazing his jaw as her fingers slid between the buttons of his shirt, desperate to touch his skin. Marietta rocked harder against his hand, grinding her clit against him until her body began to vibrate around his fingers. "Need more...you..."

[shh_vincent]

And if he'd had any doubts about her maybe being frigid, they went right out the window as she ground against his hand. "For all that I don't like demands, I think I can oblige in this case," he muttered, even as his own hips bucked up, wanting some relief himself. Merlin, watching and listening to her respond to him was turning him on.

He moved his hand as she requested, slowly moving his fingers in and out of her, not even bothering to make the attempt to counter her own movements, even as he crooked one inside of her, sure she wasn't too far from coming. And then they could move on properly. He wanted to tell her to take off his damn shirt, as she threaded her fingers through the small gaps of his shirt, but didn't think she was quite up to the fine motor detail needed for that task at the moment.

"Merlin, come," his command were little more than a hiss, shoving his fingers back in roughly this time, angling his hand so her clit ground against it easier, trying to give her the stimulation she needed to just get off.

[shh_marietta]

"Fuck," she muttered, feeling his hips buck under her bottom. For all he seemed to want to control the situation, he was obviously getting turned on quickly too. "Not demands...just...need...want..."

She could feel her own sense of control fly away as his fingers moved in and out, stroking her inner walls until she thought she would pass out from the sensations he was creating. She couldn't think, could hardly breathe except in short pants and gasps. Her hips bucked against his hand, faster and harder, as she clenched hard around his fingers. He was urging her to come, and finally - though they couldn't have been doing this more than a few minutes - Marietta obliged him, her whole body shaking as she pressed a hard, rough kiss to his neck, then sucked on his bottom lip.

Marietta finally moved back, stilling against his hand, her eyes locked on his. "More, please..." As Vincent pulled his fingers out, her breathing began to slow down. "I think we have too much clothes on," she said, finally able to form a coherent thought again.

[shh_vincent]

It didn't take much longer for her to come, and Vincent chuckled, breaking off when she sucked on his bottom lip, capturing her head with his still free hand and kissing her roughly, even as her shudders calmed around his fingers, sliding them slowly out of her.

"I'd agree," he told her, knowing he sounded smug, even as he watched her recover from her orgasm. He didn't even bother reaching for his wand to banish her clothes, choosing instead to reach for her dress, pulling it quickly over her head, leaving her clad in nothing but her knickers and her bra. Even as she would have returned the favour, he stood up from the chair, picking her up, causing her to wrap her legs around him to brace herself - as he made his way towards the bedroom.

"Just trying to find the required soft surface," he muttered with a ferile grin, bracing her awkwardly against the wall for a longer kiss, before continuing the - obviously short due to the size of the flat - trip towards the bedroom, setting her on the bed. "So we can get to the 'more'."

[shh_marietta]

He met her kiss with a rougher one, then agreed they both had on too much clothing. He seemed quite smug about the orgasm he'd given her; she knew now she was dealing with someone with much more sexual experience than she had. No matter, though. As she'd said, she was a quick learner, and she was already sensing the sorts of things that turned Vincent on. She would try to remember and use them when her turn came to give him pleasure, as she knew it would. There was no way this man would merely service her; she already knew he expected some pleasure in return as part of their deal, and she would give it to him as best she could, even if enthusiasm had to substitute for experience. When he pulled her dress over her head and tossed it away, she found herself on his lap in nothing but her bra and knickers. She wished she'd worn something nicer, sexier, but her lacy beige bra and knickers would have to do.

Vincent didn't seem to mind, though, and as he stood up he carried her with him. She had no choice but to wrap her legs around him, and when he braced her against the wall for another kiss, she could have melted into his body right then. He was good, and he knew it. His fingers had stretched her somewhat, probably a good thing if the feeling of his erection through his trousers was any indication of his actual size. She had so little experience in these matters, but she'd seen a few pornos while in France. She didn't expect him to have a cock like a porn star; she didn't know what to expect. Based on the little finger-fuck in the kitchen, she did expect him to know what he was doing once they finally started shagging. Once he set Marietta on the bed, she leaned back on her hands, her knees slightly apart, wondering exactly what was on his mind.

"You must want something from me now?" she asked. "Tell me what you want." As he hovered above her, standing near the bed, she leaned forward and began undoing his belt and pulling his zip down.