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RP: Can't stand it any more

Dec 13, 2007 13:08

Date: 13 December 2005
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Kinsgley Shacklebolt
Location: Kingsley's place on Albus
Status: Private
Summary: Rita can't stand this any longer.
Completion: Complete

( Oh, you silly stupid pastime of mine )

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

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shh_kingsley December 13 2007, 04:52:27 UTC

Kingsley was in a mood. Severus was being... Severus. Susan was snarking at Severus for snarking at her, and while he normally found that entertaining, he'd stupidly went and opened his own mouth and got caught in the cross-snark. He'd finally given up and retreated to his own home.

He'd been back from the farm long enough to shower and slip on a clean pair of denims when he heard a knock at the door. He thought maybe Tonks had seen his lights on and decided to stop in on her way home. He thought there was a possibility it might be Remus as he'd dropped in before too.

What he hadn't considered is that it would be her.

"Rita."

shh_rita December 13 2007, 05:06:18 UTC

"Kingsley."

Oh, Merlin. He answered the door in nothing but jeans, he looked...

No. Whatever she was going to do, it wouldn't help to think about how he looked. How her skin would look pressed against his. What... what was she here to do again?

Rita made herself focus on his face, even if she was terrified by what she'd see in his eyes. She needed something from this, something to make the fact that she feel faintly nauseous standing here before him, stomach twisting itself in knots. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, and she needed it to end in one way or another.

Holding onto that strange twisting feeling, she forced herself to think about it going away. About how the only way to make it go away was to do what she'd decided to do on the way here.

Not that she could do it from the front porch.

"Can I come in?"

shh_kingsley December 13 2007, 05:35:50 UTC

Kingsley watched as she stood there looking at him. Why wasn't she saying anything? Rita was hardly ever at a loss for words.

Fuck.

Maybe it wasn't Rita and he'd been so sure it was one of the Tonks or Remus that he'd opened the door without his wand at hand. How bloody stupid was he? Really put that whole idea of his regarding his being qualified to train Aurors in perspective, didn't it.

Then there was a flicker of something in her eyes. He'd never figured out what that meant, but it was so... Rita. But not. A look he'd only seen a time or two but one he was sure few people ever got close enough to see at all. It was her ( ... )

shh_rita December 13 2007, 05:53:34 UTC

Shall he take her... What? What on earth was that? Gods, had he been having lessons from Caradoc? If he had, he'd learned them badly. He sounded ridiculous. Any other time, any other person and she might have laughed at him for that, mocked the tone in his voice. as it was, she simply slipped the coat from her shoulders. The same one, she realised now, that she'd spotted in the window on the day she'd met him in Exeter. Ironic. She didn't hand it to him immediately.

"I..." No, no she couldn't jump straight in. That was the reporter's way, but he wasn't a subject. She didn't think.

"How have you been? I saw you at the Halloween ball."

There. Let that hang. See what his reaction was. Force down the bitter taste in her throat when she said it.

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shh_kingsley December 16 2007, 04:28:20 UTC

"You don't have to read it, Rita." He didn't think he could stomach handing it to her and listen to her read in fucking French, just like she wrote it. Mocking him. If she wanted to get this over with he'd as soon have it done.

Kingsley turned back. He looked at her in honest confusion. "Revelation? Hidden depths?" He let out one snort, "Doll, if that letter is anything but pure porn, I'll eat old Slughorn's pointy hat."

shh_rita December 16 2007, 10:31:33 UTC

"Then what...?" she trailed off.

Rita didn't understand. She didn't know why his demeanour had suddenly changed. He said he wanted her to read it and then when she offered to he wouldn't look at her.

What did he really want?

"I didn't come here to make you read it so you'd fuck me, if that's what you're worried about." It stung to speak harshly, and she hated how raw she sounded, but at least the words left her mouth without too much trouble. It felt good to get them out. "I came because I feel like I'm about to break from wanting so badly and pulling away so hard, and I can't go on like this."

shh_kingsley December 16 2007, 16:11:53 UTC

I came because I feel like I'm about to break from wanting so badly and pulling away so hard, and I can't go on like this.

"Welcome to my world," he wanted to say it viciously, harshly, hatefully. He wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to. Only he couldn't. He sounded tired, hurt and rejected. The words came out sounding exactly how he felt and Kingsley wondered why that made him curiously relieved instead of anxious. Until he realized he was tired of being angry. Tired of feeling used. Tired of wanting something he was never going to have. Tired of her need to break him in order to satisfy her need for control.

What he wasn't tired of was wanting her.

He wasn't even tired of her breaking him either. Or of him breaking her. Not with their bodies. It was the breaking with words and leaving he was too tired to handle any longer. Letting their bodies do the talking, building up the emotion until something just had to give way and then letting it all go in intense climax, he didn't think he'd ever be tired of that. The way he could fuck ( ... )

shh_rita December 17 2007, 04:20:59 UTC

There was distance between them, now, between where she stood and where he did, and she could feel it growing every moment.

What comes after. As in her getting up and leaving before the sun rose fully, before he had a chance to wake and things had time to be awkward. It was her limitation that did this, and she didn't know what to say. Didn't know how to overcome it.

She hated it. Hated what she could never seem to say, never seem to do.

What was holding her back?

Fear. She didn't want to, couldn't let herself be vulnerable. Experience had shown her that it only ever got thrown in her face. That she only ever tore people apart when they showed it themselves.

Except when she'd met Hermione Granger in Europe, maybe. And when she's tried to convince Gilderoy that Avery hadn't let him, instead of digging the claws into his wound (it still stung that he'd tried to accuse her of that, and never apologised, but perhaps she wasn't a one-trick-hippogriff after all ( ... )

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shh_kingsley December 19 2007, 07:58:31 UTC

Kingsley wasn't in a rush. He wanted her bare but he'd get her there. No need to hurry. He unbuckled her shoe and removed it, slipping the stocking the rest of the way off before setting her foot down gently and removing her other shoe and then the stocking, licking his way down to her knee as he peeled it from her body ( ... )

shh_rita December 19 2007, 17:08:26 UTC

So perhaps asking him what he thought as she her fingers curled around him had been cruel, but god, his cock looked amazing in her hand. Huge and powerful. She could feel the throb, and his hiss of breath as she gave him a few firm, steady strokes was delicious.

Then he was pulling her bra over her arms and catching her against his chest, lifting her off her feet again and letting her fall across the duvet. Her head spun, his hands parted her knees, and he was staring.

She never felt more naked than when he was looking at her.

And then his tongue was on her again and she was melting into the covers, wantign to do more, to take some sort of control of herself and the situation but fuck that felt amazing and she could barely think at all.

"Fuck, Kingsley, yes."

Now her hands were on his head, curling and stretching, nails against his skin, purrs in her throat.

shh_kingsley December 19 2007, 17:37:45 UTC

She scratched at his head with those nails and he sucked in a deep shuddering breath. A breath full of the smell of her. Fuck, yes. He slid his hands down to her ankles, teasing soft, then raked his own short, almost barely there nails up her legs to her hips then reached around and scratched at her arse before spreading those cheeks with his fingers and lifting her enough that he was able to make the next swipe of his tongue go from that delicate pink hole to her clit. He loved the smell of her, the taste, the view. Oh fuck, yes.

He could feel the tension in her legs as he gently lowered her down again so he could have his hands free. He came at her from both directions. Kingsley's left hand reached up and pulled the skin tight on either side of her clit, exposing the nub even more, while his right index finger curled up inside her and his mouth suckled her in willing her to break for him. Let go, baby. Let it all go.

shh_rita December 19 2007, 18:11:36 UTC

Ohfuck, he lifted her up and spread her wider and his tongue was everywhere and she was so, so open she just wanted to shatter, lose her mind completely.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck her head arching back and one hand fisting in the covers. Merlin. Jesus. Yesyesyes.

She was so close her thighs were shaking, and she wanted to, she wanted...

"Stop," she hissed, and her body bucked in defiance to her thoughts as she tried hard to hold on. "Please, Kingsley. I want... all of you. Everything. Want to come with you. Make love to me."

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