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RP: Of Macaroni Necklaces and Birthdays

Aug 11, 2007 12:04

Date: August 11, 2005
Characters: Padma Patil and Marcus Flint
Location: The Observatory
Status: Private
Summary: Padma and Marcus celebrate his birthday
Completion: Complete

( I found a reason for me, to change who I used to be. )

place: private residence, padma patil, marcus flint

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shh_padma August 12 2007, 06:22:18 UTC

Though she'd already had a birthday celebration for Marcus earlier in the week, Padma had to admit that she wanted to do something special again. She hadn't cooked though. She'd gotten some take out. Some Thai, like on their first date and had gotten a cake from the bakery.

She also had another present to give him, one she had been considering for months now. It was far less tangible, but she hoped that it would please him just as much.

This gift made her far more nervous than the broom. The broom, she had been sure of. This gift had her pacing around the house, biting her thumbnail and questioning herself again and again. Was it too soon? Was it even a good idea. It had sort of just happened with Ahmed. Her stuff sort of migrated over until there had been no point in going back home. This though, this was a conscious decision.

She heard him apparate in and gasped before rushing downstairs and into his arms. She kissed him deeply, her mendhi'd hands running through his hair. Padma then pulled away and smiled. "Happy Birthday,

shh_marcus August 12 2007, 06:40:11 UTC

When Padma kissed him, Marcus reacted hungrily. There was something about the passion in the kisses she'd shared with him over the past few weeks that made him crave her even more than normal. As his tongue slipped past her parted lips to explore alongside hers, he couldn't help but think that ( ... )

shh_padma August 13 2007, 02:50:10 UTC

Padma moaned softly at his hunger. She'd thought that the passion would wane as the relationship progressed. That the fires of passion would dwindle into warm coals of content, but they hadn't. If anything, the fires had grown higher, almost to a near inferno of need. She found herself needing him more and more as each day went by.

It convinced her that she was making the right decision.

Whimpering when they parted, she smiled up at him, reveling in his touch as his hands slid over her body. Fuck the food. Padma moved forward, pressing her body flush against his, her fingers trailing over his chest. "It will be. Take me to bed."

She had gotten bolder over the course of this relationship, losing the submissiveness that had been omnipresent with Ahmed in favor of the passion and the freedom he offered her.

shh_marcus August 13 2007, 03:20:46 UTC

She was everything he desired and he knew he'd never find anyone like Padma. In a short time, she'd become more than just a lover but also his best friend, his family and he would do anything in his power to keep her. He realized that the passion they shared with every kiss was more than just the heated touch of their lips and he needed that in his life every day ( ... )

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shh_padma August 20 2007, 04:51:07 UTC

Padma's tongue swept over his length, working him expertly even as her hand moved up and down. She didn't do this often, didn't really like doing it, but if it inspired this kind of reaction, she had to admit that it wasn't a horrible thing to do. The way his eyes practically rolled back into his head and his hands buried in her thick hair, which was something she loved, made it worth it. She so rarely brought him pleasure without somehow finding her own in the process. She wanted to give to him.

Still, when his movements became desperate, she pulled away. She didn't want him to come. Not yet. She looked up at him, still smirking before rising up on the bed and kissing him deeply, her fingers threading through his short hair. Then she pulled away, falling back against the bed. "I want you to come inside me."

shh_marcus August 21 2007, 04:37:43 UTC

Her mouth was perfect upon him, the sensual rhythmic dance of tongue, lips, and hand working in tandem to drive him toward the edge. She'd mastered the art he thought, the diabolical skill with which she guided him intoxicating. His fingers laced through her thick hair, base instinct begging him to force his cock deep down her throat and find his release but he fought down the temptation and instead let her control him, the tempo and pace perfect as she wound the coil deep in the pit of his belly even tighter ( ... )

shh_padma August 22 2007, 17:52:11 UTC

Padma knew what he was going to say at the first two words and effectively silenced him. She moaned as his hand threaded through her long hair, and her head fell back, exposing the column of her throat to his mouth. Her mendhi'd fingers ran down his back, pulling him closer to her and an answering anticipatory cry fell from her lips as she felt him pressed against her.

That cry was followed swiftly by another as he buried himself inside her, body bucking in response. She moaned as he began to move, burying her face against his neck. Then he finished the sentence she had been trying so hard to prevent, and she fell back, laughing, one henna'd hand covering her mouth. "Oh Marcus, that's so cliche.

It probably ruined the moment, but it was just too funny, and her dark eyes sparkled with mirth as she looked up him.

shh_marcus August 22 2007, 19:52:44 UTC

“Oh, really?” Marcus said, his voice on the perilous edge of irritation. “Do you think I promise these things lightly?” His eyes bore into hers, each syllable he spoke measured. He watched her laugh and softened slightly before dragging her hand away from her mouth as he said, “Ask me to bleed.” His lips whispered against hers. “Ask me to hurt.” Marcus’ hands wrapped around her calves and he spread her wide, his cock plunging into her a fevered pace. “Ask me to make you see the stars now, Padma.” He kissed her deeply before he lifted away and kneeled, bringing her legs up until her feet were resting on one shoulder. “I’d do anything for you ( ... )

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