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RP: Baby it's cold outside

Dec 24, 2007 16:38

Date: December 24, 2005
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Kingsley Shacklebolt
Location: Kingsley's house
Status: Private
Summary: Keeping warm on a frosty morning.
Completion: Complete

( I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer? )

place: private residence, december 2005, rita skeeter, kingsley shacklebolt

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shh_kingsley December 24 2007, 17:04:37 UTC

"Fuck, baby those toes are lethal weapons," Kingsley hissed but pressed his legs and then the rest of him closer to warm her up. It had been so cold that even Kingsley's formidable body heat wasn't enough to keep warm.

He smiled against her curly head where it was tucked in against his neck. This was the second morning she'd still been there when he woke up. He hadn't been sure when she'd be back but she had left one those of those high heels behind, something she had never done before, and it gave him hope that perhaps she thought it wasn't so bad being there in the morning after all.

"Maybe I should bank the fire for you then. Wouldn't want you to be cold on Christmas," he chuckled.

shh_rita December 27 2007, 05:25:04 UTC

"Oh, do," she breathed, before she could stop herself. The idea of coming to him after what was sure to be a horrible day with family was too wonderful to resist. "It's going to be bad, tomorrow. we're having lunch at Stella's. All of us. Mum and Dad, Gilderoy and Julian. I don't think Dad's ever met Stella's husband, and my mother and Gilderoy and merlin, I don't know what Stella was thinking."

She laughed, puling back a little to look at him. "And what are you doing tomorrow?"

As soon as she asked, she wished she hadn't. Her stomach knotted and something must have shown on her face. She didn't want to know if he'd be spending the day with his Hufflepuff. She really didn't. And where else would he go?

shh_kingsley December 27 2007, 08:04:59 UTC

She asked him what he had planned for Christmas and he saw her face cloud over. Kingsley tipped up her chin, "Look at me, sweetheart. I'm being a model citizen and delivering Christmas meals to the elderly who haven't moved into the Community Centre shelter. I'll be here if you want to find me after your visit." He dropped his mouth next to her ear and purred, "Maybe as a Christmas present you might consider translating a letter for me?"

shh_rita December 27 2007, 23:52:51 UTC

Oh. So he wasn't....

She closed her eyes for as moment, despite his imperative to look at him, feeling her cheeks pink with the embarrassment of her assumption.

Gods, this wasn't like her. Rita Skeeter didn't blush. But Rita Skeeter had also never woken in Kingsley Shacklebolt's bed for the second time in a week, or been this bare in his arms in a freezing cold winter before. She didn't feel like herself, but all in all, perhaps that was a good thing.

"Trying to make sure Santa brings you something good and not the lump of coal, are you?" She chuckled. "In this weather, coal would probably be practical. I bet all the little old witches ask for you, too. That Kingsley Shacklebolt, strapping young man. Somehow I always manage to have a broken lightbulb when he comes by. And what respectable witch knows how to change a lightbulb?"

She smiled when he whispered in her ear, angling her head up just slightly so his lips brushed against her. "Perhaps I will," she replied in a murmur. "What would you give me as a present in return?"

shh_kingsley December 28 2007, 04:45:19 UTC

Was she blushing? Merlin, she was adorable like that but Kingsley refrained from saying anything that might make her revert to ripping him apart.

He did chuckle at the coal comment, "Something like that, anyway." Kingsley wasn't sure she'd believe him if he told that he liked delivering meals. Probably she'd make some comment about hanging about Hufflepuffs for too long. "I don't know about asking for me. Wayne Hopkins is prettier and younger. Lots of those old gals like them young but few of them use the electric lights ( ... )

shh_rita December 28 2007, 17:12:28 UTC

"You could be right," Rita chuckled. "He is rather pretty, especially without his clothes on. Though I must confess," her stomach quivered under his touch; "that when I asked him to perform for us at Gilderoy's hen night, it may have been because he reminded me of someone else."

She watched him, smiling, and then his fingers slipped down to tease against her and she hissed in a breath, purring it out again and arching into the touch without really thinking about doing so.

"Ah, but you won't have if I read it for you, will you? No effort there on your part at all. And here I was thinking Ravenclaws were rabid with the spirit of intellectual enquiry. You will owe me if I read it to you."

His finger slipped inside her and the purr grew louder, but she held onto thought, basking in the heat he was drawing from her but not letting it take over, yet. "Do you mean that?" she asked. "Anything? Because I thought," her breath hitched in her throat, "that some ideas were better on paper to start with. Thought you might... fuck, yes... need ( ... )

shh_kingsley December 28 2007, 20:42:23 UTC

"Wayne stripped for Gilderoy Lockhart?" Kingsley chuckled. "Better him than me. For a crowd of women and Gilderoy anyway. You, I'll give a private show," he purred.

Kingsley continued teasing her. He loved the sounds she made and the way she shifted about to get more. "That's it, baby. Fuck my hand." He leaned in closer to her ear and whispered. "I could work on that translation this evening if it means so much to you." He wondered if the letter did mean something more to her aside from her annoyance that he'd been savoring instead of devouring it.

Because I thought... that some ideas were better on paper to start with.

What the hell was in that letter that she thought he might need time to assimilate? They'd never been shy about fucking the daylights out each other. "Ahhh," she wrapped her hand around him and it became impossible to think about anything but the feel of her and what might be in that letter and how soon he might find out. He had been a goner from the first moment he woke up to find her curled around him a little ( ... )

shh_rita December 29 2007, 08:18:27 UTC

"Mmm, he did," she murmured, then laughed. "Not that I told him the hen night was for Gilderoy. A friend's getting married, I said. Sneaky of me, really."

She bit her lip, arching her hips up and obeying his command, growling in her throat. Merlin, it was nice to see him by morning light, to know they had all day for this if they wanted it. No time limit dictated by dawn. She didn't reply to his comment - couldn't, right now. Couldn't speak and work her hips up against him and fist his cock at the same time. Words would have to wait ( ... )

shh_kingsley December 29 2007, 18:06:56 UTC

His cock was hard and heavy trapped between their bodies. Kingsley started to raise her up when she summoned her wand and transfigured a long scarf. She'd tied him up before while he was asleep and even though he'd been angry about it, she knew good and well from his body's responses that he'd liked it. He couldn't imagine that she'd think he'd need time to get used to the idea, unless maybe she wanted him to tie her up this time.

When she asked about the letter, he shook his head. He reached over for his wand, his long arm finding it and dismantling the ward on the nightstand, "It's in the drawer," perfectly preserved, all alone, please don't mock me for it. She shifted against him spreading her moisture along his hard flesh.

shh_rita December 30 2007, 04:49:30 UTC

When he unwarded the drawer, she summoned the note from inside ( ... )

shh_kingsley December 30 2007, 05:36:58 UTC

Kingsley nearly stopped breathing. Not that she was doing anything to him to cause it... well, she was, but it wasn't physical. Not yet.

"So you want to wrap it? Not choke? Not much anyway?" Kingsley wasn't sure he understood what she wanted.

How much do you trust me?

Fuck. That was the question wasn't it.

How much did he trust her? A year ago, he'd have said not any farther than she could throw him. Six months ago, he might have said a little but he knew he'd live to regret it. Now... now, he wasn't sure exactly. This was all new. "Honestly, doll, I'm pretty sure you won't kill me but do you have any bloody idea what you're about if we try this?" His eyes searched her face. The way she'd tied him up while he slept that time had made him angry, sure, but it had been as hot as hell being at her mercy like that.

shh_rita December 30 2007, 16:37:13 UTC

Rita couldn't help but smile wickedly. "Well, that depends on you, and whether or not you hurry me. I want you helpless, at my whim, and I want you to want to be." The last part came out in a breathy whisper and her cunt throbbed with the very idea.

She nearly laughed when he asked the next question, because she was glad he was concerned but this was probably a conversation they should be having some time when they weren't both randy as hell and ready to go, but this was how it was happening so so be it.

"I've read enough to know what not to do, and how to know if anything goes wrong." She did laugh. "It's not really something one can practise on a non-living entity."

She cast a cushioning charm on the scarf so it wouldn't dig into his skin, then laid her wand aside but within reach.

shh_kingsley December 30 2007, 21:04:00 UTC

...and I want you to want to be.

Bloody hell.

She was trying to kill him. Not by choking the life out of him but by raising up all those little parts of him he hated to acknowledge. Didn't want to acknowledge. That had always been why Rita was his weakness.

She knew.

Knew him in ways no one else did. The good and the bad. The hard and the soft. The dominant... and apparently the submissive. The things he left in dreams. Things he thought best left there between sleeping and waking. Things he didn't like to consider about himself. Things like why this woman could twist him around her finger and why he would allow it to happen. Like why he wanted it, why he fought it, and why he just might give in.

He chuckled along side her and let go the pun, "No, I suppose that would be dead out."

She cast a cushioning charm on her weapon of choice and looked him in the eye. "All right then. As long as you stay when your through with me. I might..." need you. Kingsley took a deep breath, perhaps his last for a long time. "I might need you ( ... )

shh_rita December 31 2007, 03:59:46 UTC

"I'm not going anywhere," she told him. "We can do this all day if you want to." It stung a little when he asked her not to mock him, but she supposed she deserved it. There'd been many times when she had. "I won't."

Gods, the look his eyes. It set her on fire with exactly the right kind of thrill. Power and control. It had always been this way with them. He'd always needed her to break him before he let go, only it had taken breaking into his house and tying him up while he was asleep to really realise it was about power, and not just 'how they were'. When they acknowledged it, threw it out in the open, it was even more beautiful, and having him give the power to her was so much hotter than breaking him to get it ( ... )

shh_kingsley December 31 2007, 04:40:35 UTC

All day.

Kingsley wasn't so sure he would last ten minutes once she started but he'd try. He'd try for himself. He'd do it for her.

He licked his lips as the scarf came around his neck. He felt his cock throb in response. He never took his eyes from her though. He wanted to watch her as she took him. Wanted to see. So fucking hot. He loved her in stockings and half dressed but he worshiped her nude like this with nothing between them. Nothing physical anyway.

Rita commanded him to put his hands on her hips. He did it knowing it would be that much harder to keep from thrusting or pushing her down on him with his hands there. Still the challenge of it was appealing in its own way. He didn't want this too easy ( ... )

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