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RP: Cheese and Claret

Mar 02, 2007 00:33

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

( she still wasn't sure what he wanted, but she was interested to find out )

ollivander, place: ollivander's wand shop, rita skeeter, march 2005

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shh_ollivander March 1 2007, 15:37:35 UTC

The wand Ollivander had been making was finally assembled, and the thestral spine was securely in its new home. Some woods were more difficult to work with, and combining two different woods - something Ollivander didn't do very often - made things even more complicated ( ... )

shh_rita March 2 2007, 05:39:44 UTC

She smiled in greeting when he opened the door. "Evening."

Miss Skeeter? She smirked as he turned away. Surely they were on first name terms by now? She'd let it slide, however. What he chose to call her hardly changed their interaction. He, after all, only had one name, as far as she knew.

"I'm sorry I didn't make it within the week, like I said I would. It's been a busy one for the Prophet." She locked the door behind her like he'd asked and slipped the bottle of wine from its bag as she followed him toward the kitchen.

"I haven't had dinner, no, but I was hoping you'd remember the cheese. I managed to find a nice enough bottle of claret in town. I might have found something better, but I doubt we can get the best here, and I thought apparating to the Bordeaux may have been a bit excessive."

She laid the bottle down on the kitchen bench and smiled at the compliment. "Thankyou." Not that she didn't always make the effort to look her best. Glanncing at the bowl he'd laid down, she asked: "What are you working on?"

shh_ollivander March 2 2007, 12:52:57 UTC

He put some liversausage and cheese on a plate, and brought out a package of crackers, assembling some of those on another plate. After setting them on the table, Ollivander brought down two wine glasses and set them down before Rita ( ... )

shh_rita March 2 2007, 15:43:13 UTC

Rita chuckled. "You're selection sounds more than enough. You know what they say about variety. The sandwiches were delicious, but trying something a little different next time is always more interesting ( ... )

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shh_ollivander March 4 2007, 12:18:34 UTC

"Acting without forethought? Really now, Rita, you should know me better than that. I don't know if it's possible for me these days. Most of my decisions are thought out well and completely before I take any action, even if it's something as simple as "shall I have onions with dinner tonight." First I must consider the store of onions, how many I have left, whether I want to make stew later in the week..."

Ollivander cracked a half-smile and tilted his head to the side. "It isn't as easy for some of us to just drop everything and go off on a whim anymore. After you've seen a few lifetimes worth of consequences to rash and impulsive actions, the seduction of that kind of rebellious nature tends to wear off."

The plate was nearly empty, and so were their glasses. Ollivander looked up at the clock. "Would you care to go out for a short stroll?"

shh_rita March 4 2007, 13:16:46 UTC

Rita chuckled. She really could see him thinking that hard about onions which was rather amusing and just a little sad. "Surely that gets tiresome, though. Surely every now and then you must want to not think about the consequences, and just do something exciting. Surely." She smiled. She wasn't sure if that was a question, an offer or a challenge. Whatever he wanted it to be, perhaps.

She drained her glass and laid it down. "A walk would be lovely. But let's not commit ourselves to duration. A stroll in random directions, without any forethought. How does that sound?" She arched an eyebrow and smiled, extending her hand to him.

shh_ollivander March 5 2007, 02:05:39 UTC

Setting the dinner things aside, Ollivander got up and prepared for their walk. He brought his new cloak out of the closet and brought it 'round his shoulders, fastening the clasp in the front. "No promises about that. I tend to weigh out even the simplest decisions in my mind whether I like it or not," he said ( ... )

shh_rita March 5 2007, 08:59:31 UTC

"Then you'll have to let me make the decisions," she smiled, taking his hand, "And trust me not to lead you over a precipice." She chuckled, thinking there were probably many more meanings to that than she'd intended. "It's only a walk, after all. If we go too far, I can always apparate us back. You're in safe hands."

She was intrigued by that - hers and others wands would never work against him? "Isn't that a bit... of a worry, sometimes? What if someone needed to cast something on you that would hurt you, or restrain you, but it was for your own good? Do they know?"

The idea of there being so many birds in his backyard was faintly disconcerting. She had a healthy respect for the creatures, of course, but that didn't mean she had to like them. They were too fast, they had claws and pointed beaks that could pierce an insect's shell... she fought against a shudder, focusing on Ollivander's question instead ( ... )

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shh_ollivander March 10 2007, 02:16:13 UTC

So, she took after her father? "I suppose I can see that," he murmured to himself as she relayed the story of her family.

"Things are always the same. Generation after generation, there isn't much change, to be honest. Humans repeat the same triumphs and the same mistakes, only making progress when they work as a community toward some goal that isn't fueled by greed."

Ollivander shrugged. "On the other hand, sometimes greed is a rather powerful force and can bring about change, as well. You never know. It's the fight for love and glory."

Human nature wasn't one of Ollivander's favorite subjects of conversation, but it certainly seemed to be one of the most popular ones. "I wonder why that is?" he asked rhetorically. "I mean, why am I so fascinated with the motivations of mankind? I suppose it's because I'm out of my home. I think it's time to go back, if you don't mind."

shh_rita March 10 2007, 02:29:54 UTC

Rita nodded. "I suppose it's hard to say what makes progress, and what is good and bad."

She looked up him when he spoke the last. What did being out of his home have to do with anything? Why would he...? She had no idea.

"Of course I don't mind," she replied with a smile. "Do you want to walk back? Or would you rather be there instantly?"

shh_ollivander March 10 2007, 14:38:15 UTC

"Oh, it isn't anything dire, Rita. We can walk."

Ollivander led her down the street, it was dark already, and the shadows had begun to come out and move around in those places they were never allowed access during the daylight. As they approached the bridge near Ollivander's shop, he paused, looked down at Rita and traced his hand down her face.

She was much shorter than him, and instead of leaning down to her this time, Ollivander brought his arm around, picked her up and brought her in close enough so he could kiss her again.

Maybe it was because he was saying "thank you" for her company and getting him out and around town again, or maybe because he was enjoying every sensation clearly and without the influence of the smoke or alcohol this time, but he let the kiss linger a lot longer than even he expected. When he finally pulled back, licked his lips, and closed his mouth again, he smiled.

"Now, that was unexpected, and had very little - if any forethought, indeed. And I think it was quite nice," he said

shh_rita March 10 2007, 15:38:45 UTC

Rita had been half hoping he'd want to apparate simply so she could draw him close again for the trip.

She reflected as they walked on how odd it was that she enjoyed this - and how easy it was. She was comfortable with Ollivander. Perhaps because he didn't expect anything from her, perhaps because he didn't judge or manipulate or want power over her. Perhaps because she didn't feel the need to have power over him. Perhaps because she could be weak in front of him. She'd already done that, when she'd asked for his help in Diagon.

And then he surprised her completely. She felt her feet leave the ground; he pulled her up his body with an arm around her waist and her hand fisted reflexively in his robe.

He was an even better kisser sober. She couldn't do anything but relax in the position her held her in, melt against him and respond. Not for the first time, her thoughts swung dramatically between why the fuck do I have to be so small and I really rather like this, but the thoughts didn't last long because she could hardly think at ( ... )

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shh_ollivander March 13 2007, 09:30:46 UTC

Something about the way she suggested the whole notion seemed just too amusing. Not juvenile, but certainly young. He took a sip of his tea and thought for a moment.

"We each have our own pursuits. Your search for answers and the unique is something that is very deeply ingrained in your personality. I'm sure It has served you quite well, time and again."

The statement wasn't meant for anything but what it was. He decided just to leave it up to her own interpretation. "I can only speak for myself, but after a certain number of instances, I find that I'm able to prioritize things in my life. The pursuit of answers, although occasionally exciting and potentially quite time-consuming, often takes a lower rung to the pursuit of questions."

Ollivander set his cup down on the counter and leaned over a little closer to Rita. "Still, when people offer, there are many times when I do not refuse."

shh_rita March 13 2007, 13:31:47 UTC

Rita chuckled. "Oh, it definitely has."

She couldn't help but be amused by his words. She wouldn't - couldn't - presume to have the same viewpoint as him; their perspectives were worlds apart, after all. But she thought she understood what he was saying. And she thought it was very similar to what she was meant ( ... )

shh_ollivander March 15 2007, 13:26:29 UTC

He allowed himself to be drawn into her for a few moments, and then opened his eyes as she kissed him. He knew she was fishing. He knew what she was fishing for. But Ollivander was never one to just get hooked like that.

Instinctively, he decided to turn it all around. He brought his hand up and combed his fingers through those bright yellow curls, clutching her head and pulling her in so there would be no backing down. With his other arm, he held her in tight and slid her body up against his again.

His mouth siezed her, fed her, made love to her all at once. He could feel their breaths mingling, warming each other's faces, and smoothing out ever wrinkle between the two of them. She was young and confident, and still naive in many ways. He was old and experienced and more patient than Job. He had all the time in the world, and her body wanted answers nowThe embrace pressed forward, and he lead rather than followed this time. Taking more than he expected he would. Suggesting that there might be even more to look forward to. It was ( ... )

shh_rita March 15 2007, 15:33:11 UTC

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 ( ... )

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