Comments | fiery_inception: A change is evident in one so belligerent.

flint_ferocia in fiery_inception

A change is evident in one so belligerent.

Sep 07, 2006 23:18

Date: Thursday, Sept. 7th
Time: 5pm-ish
Place: The Leaky Cauldron
Characters Involved: Lavender Brown, Marcus Flint
Rating: Ok so R, for implied actions and obvious language.

( All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.--Aristotle )

status: complete, status: invitation only, character: marcus flint, location: leaky cauldron, character: lavender brown

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mslavenderbrown September 8 2006, 04:52:55 UTC

Another day at Ollivanders. Another day when Lavender was sure that she was going to fail at this. Somehow she knew the touch of the woods easily. This one was pine, and this was rose, and this was oak. She could close her eyes and tell the wood of most wands now, no matter how sanded the wood was. Yet when she opened her eyes she felt everything she had been learning disappear in a little puff of anxiety. Ollivander had gotten annoyed at her and let her go a day early. Probably he was regretting giving her the job. Lavender was regretting taking it. But she didn't want to fail. She wanted to be good at something. What on earth was she good at ( ... )

flint_ferocia September 10 2006, 23:03:11 UTC

“Maybe,” Marcus mumbled as his lips pressed against skin, and his teeth nipped at Lavender’s taunt neckline. With eager fingers he traveled the length of her body; every inch was pleading to be traveled over, touched, over-powered. When she guided some fingers over the inked skin, they immediately ventured farther, moved enticingly over sensitive regions ( ... )

mslavenderbrown September 11 2006, 00:07:41 UTC

Her hopes for something slow had been dashed almost as soon as they began kissing. He moved her and touched her quickly, and before she had known it she was naked and he was above her ( ... )

flint_ferocia September 11 2006, 03:08:00 UTC

There were no words for how fantastic it was, to have a girl like Lavender succumb. Almost for the same reason he liked a girl who fought him, with only a shift in differences. For instance, Lavender was fresh- someone not dirty and worn as paid whores were. She was clean, not a feeling of sloppy seconds. It was a power trip to know he controlled one so young and without special tricks. Had he known the inexperienced girls would be like this, he would have changed his steps altogether. Lavender didn't try to steady his hands, move away- even if whores did that too, but she also did not try to do things her way, with promises of a better result. Some wenches thought they knew better, as if he was the inexperienced one. And god only knew how delicious Lavender's womanhood was, fitting like a well-made glove- and with the obvious reason that he had shaped her ( ... )

mslavenderbrown September 11 2006, 03:48:33 UTC

When he rolled off of her, Lavender easily moved so that her body was curved towards him, her hands going through his hair as she watched him. He looked so much more tame then ever before. This time it wasn’t just the sex that had drained him, but the long hard day that he had had. When he stretched his legs touched her own a little, and she scooted herself a little bit closer. With him this quiet, this relaxed looking, she wanted to be as close to him as possible. It felt like everything in the world was going the way she wanted ( ... )

flint_ferocia September 11 2006, 04:34:37 UTC

It had to be magic, the way she comforted his ill state with the glide of her fingers in his hair. Each stroke was cushioning his weighed down, tense state into complete relaxation. No paid whore would ever consider to comfort him after he had a go. It didn't even bother him that she moved closer, because he just didn't care. He could fall asleep at any moment, with only responsibility keeping him in check ( ... )

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