RP: Baby it's cold outside

[shh_rita]

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

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[shh_rita]

"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.

Maybe it left them both whole, too.

When she looped the scarf over his head and pulled it snug about the base of his throat, the movement was gentle, letting one end on rest on his chest a moment, eyeing the position of his hands. No, that wouldn't do. That was too easy.

"Hands on my hips," she demanded. She waited for him to obey, then added: "If you need me to stop at all, just let go."

She reached down between them and took hold of his cock, positioning him at her entrance, then picking up the other end of the scarf as she sank back onto him.

Power, absolute. His life in her hands, and he wanted it.

[shh_kingsley]

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.

"Wanna just let go," he smiled wickedly knowing she'd understand, "but I'll hang on to you."

She sank onto him and his fingers flexed against her hips as he willed himself not to thrust, not to push, just to... be. He looked into her eyes as she held the scarf draped around his neck. "No middle ground Rita. Not with us. All or nothing, sweetheart." He tilted his head back a fraction to give her a good view of his neck and his eyes. A final acknowledgement of her power over him, "Take it all, baby. I'm yours."