gabriel l. corner (![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} coverstory) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valesco,@ 2008-10-03 21:38:00 |
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Who: Mary MacDonald and Gabriel Corner
What: Fun stuff
Where: Gabriel's flat
When: Thiiis morning?
Mary was very comfortable. By far, this was the best sleep she'd had in weeks--maybe even months. She probably would have slept longer, but there was sun in her eyes and a god awful thudding coming from around the room.
Wait, thudding? The heat wasn't on yet in the building, there was no way that there could be a thud coming from her room unless someone was in her room--her flat--oh Merlin, someone was robbing her. She cracked an eye open slowly to take in the scene, and try to decide how to attack when she realized that the comforter wasn't the usual pale blue--it was green. Green? What did she drink last night that would make her magic act up enough to change the color of her--wait, her swirled tapestry wasn't on the wall. Why was her--and then she saw him. She wasn't in her flat, she was--was--this was his place. She sat up slowly, not really sure what to say. She couldn't remember anything from the night before. She'd been at a Hobgoblin event, mostly to scope out what people were interested in purchasing and sell some merchandise and she could almost remember running into Gabriel at the party but everything after that was just not there. Had he...had they...she coughed a bit to get his attention, not really sure where to start. She wanted to smack him. She didn't even know if they'd done anything, but she was livid and wanted to smack him.
He actually quite hated the Hobgoblins, simply wasn't his kind of music. Gabriel sighed as he slowly pulled open his top drawer, trying to find a fresh shirt. He'd only been at the party because he was supposed to attempt an interview with Quirke, something far out of his job description and comfort zone. What did he care about some drug-addled rock star and his position on the war? No, Gabriel wanted to head into the ministry, discuss politics with foreign leaders and find out how they can form some sort of solution to all the crisis that the wizarding world was currently in and have it be fair to all---
Bother, she was up.
Letting out a breath, Gabriel continued his search and pulled out a blue shirt a few moments later, turning to face Mary. He'd remembered that she worked for the Hobgoblins and had still been surprised to see her at the party. Well, no---that was a boldface lie, and Gabriel hated lying, at least to himself. The only thing that had made him agree to taking the story was because of the chance that Mary might be there; seeing her sloshed and the men around her leering at her, that was the surprise. No, as much as she tended to annoy him, she did make his stomach twist in certain ways that wouldn't allow him to leave her alone to have some ruffian---have his way with her.
"Did you know that you snore?" he said lightly, eyebrows raised in amusement and shirt becoming crinkled in his grip.
Mary rolled her eyes at his comment. Psh, what did he know about her snoring. "You're the first to tell me that one," she replied cooly, shrugging her shoulders. He wasn't even talking about what happened or anything. She sighed, pulling the sheets closer around her self consciously as they just sat there, staring at each other. She really didn't want to admit to Gabriel that she had no idea what had happened last night but maybe--sigh.
"So, er, do you usually bag the first bird you spot that's pissed and bring her back to your flat or am I just lucky?" Probably not the right way to bring something up, but since when was Mary tactful about this sort of thing? In her opinion, it was better to be blunt and upfront about things rather than just let them go and not hold individuals accountable. And that's not to say that she was at fault--she'd willingly gotten plastered, and if a night of bedroom romping was the result then sobeit. It wasn't as if either of them had gotten hurt by whatever happened. Unless he had, because she felt just fine. She could've gone home with a much worse man, too. True, Gabriel was...well, Gabriel but she'd rather it be him than someone else taking advantage of her. There was even a tiny, tiny piece of her that wished she could actually remember how things unfolded (because shagging made for such good teasing and annoying fodder) because even though he was infuriating, she had doubts about him keeping up the whole prattish persona under the covers. And, he wasn't bad looking by any standards so that helped as well.
His eyes narrowed immediately at her words; did she honestly see him as a man who would get drunk and have random sex? Gabriel thought she knew better than that. He would never give off the impression of a party-hopper, or some ridiculous socialite that didn't care for their reputation and how they had relations with. Sometimes it made him sound like a grumpy old codger, but he'd rather be seen as stiff and stuck up than foolish and uncontrollable.
"I don't 'bag birds,' Mary," he said with a short clicking of his tongue against his teeth. The fact that she didn't seem to find this situation too...difficult to believe was almost confusing, and it would have been if it hadn't made him think about the what ifs and the fact that she wasn't screaming bloody murder at the thought of sleeping with him. Hm. Surely she was joking, because though Gabriel trusted his instincts and believed that there was some sort of tension between himself and Mary, tension that wasn't made up of hatred, he wasn't ready to believe she was okay with it.
He did do a good job of being insufferable, after all. "On that train of thought---do you usually get so sloshed that you don't know how you ended up where you wake up?"
"Oh yes, that's my idea of a brill night," she replied with a cheesy grin. She didn't usually get so sloshed, but it was the Hobgoblins and...well, it'd been a long time since she'd let loose and had fun. She was going to read Waldo the right act once she got back to her journal, though. Letting Gabriel pull her away without doing anything, honestly. "The boys usually have my back covered, make sure I'm not going home with some stranger..." she was about to take another jab at him, but stopped herself. He hadn't done anything to her, he'd probably saved her from something far worse in a way, so she had no reason to jeer at him for it. She deserved his sarcastic response...sorta.
"Which...probably means that I owe you a thank you." She looked down at the detailed stitching on the comforter, trying to avoid eye contact with him. If she didn't look at him, she didn't have to catch the triumphant smirk that she was sure would be sliding onto his face at any moment.
"Ah, that's a good Gryffindor," Gabriel responded with a light laugh, coming around the bed to search for his shoes. He didn't have anywhere to be, but it bothered him to no end, not being dressed and ready to go out if necessary. Gabriel blamed it on the constant visitors always moving in and out of his parents' home when he was a child, but he didn't find it a bad habit to be prepared.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, by her knees as he began to put on his shoes. Gabriel watched her as he laced up his first shoe, and a smirk crossed his features. Could he really resist this? Could he resist just letting this situation go without teasing or questioning her some more? He was an inquisitive person by nature as shown by his career choice, it would be a shame to finally have Mary in a somewhat intimate situation like this and let it go to waste.
"You didn't seem so miffed at the idea of our rendezvous, should I be concerned or intrigued?"
"I don't know, what does your gut tell you, Corner?" she replied, finally looking up from his foot (she'd been watching him lace up his shoe, but this was much more interesting). She wasn't disgusted at all by the thought of...being intimate with him. She didn't remember anything, though, so that might have been part of why she wasn't bothered; if something had occurred, she would not lose sleep over it. But--why hadn't she smacked him and told him off? She loved reading blokes the right act and this had been the perfect chance, but...no dice.
She leaned over, bringing her face closer to his. "Are you usually concerned at the idea of a rendezvous?" Hm. He was quite male, so Mary had a sinking suspicion that the answer would be a well rounded no. But was he interested in her of all people? And would that be all that bad of a thing?
This was interesting. She wasn't being fresh, she wasn't scoffing at him and she clearly wasn't repulsed by his words or his questioning of her behavior. Did she not mind that he was questioning her moral values, in some way? Maybe Gabriel was one of the few who really had issues with that sort of thing, or maybe Mary hadn't been that drunk last night, and this was all part of some revenge plot for the teasing she'd endured for the past few years at the Prophet.
No, no. She had been completely gone and there was no way she'd have been able to focus on some sort of game with him. It could be her journalistic nature, question upon question to find the answers she wanted. What had her mind jumped to, he had no idea, but Gabriel got the sudden feeling that he was not going to have a chance to act on his slight affection for the girl. It had been stirring for a few months, and there were obvious reasons why he hadn't pursued her, so maybe this was his chance to get what he wanted without having to deal with the consequences.
That made him feel slightly uneasy, but he could feel her breath on his face, they were close and on his bed, her hair was mussed and she was talking about---them. Gabriel wouldn't have been able to control himself if he wanted to, as he began to close the distance between them, shoe dropping to the floor.
"I'm sure I could find hundreds of people I'd be more concerned about," he breathed onto her lips.
She bit her lower lip, trying very hard not to let herself get carried away at that moment. "That's quite reassuring," she said a bit sarcastically, eyes locked on his. She breathed in slowly, teetering on the edge of a decision. She didn't know if she should just close the distance between them, but Merlin she wanted to. Hesitantly, she scanned his eyes before letting her lips press against his, the built up tension from the past few years silencing her anxiety and nerves about the situation. The blanket dropped from her hands in their need to find a better way in which to occupy themselves. She slowly pulled away from his lips and let out a soft breath.
"If you aren't concerned...are you intrigued?" she asked softly, her fingers running through his hair carefully. Even though he made it quite easy to dislike him, she didn't want that to hold her back at the moment. Right now, he was being very very likable and she wanted more than anything to just ignore their past and start fresh for a while. If he were to ask, she'd tell him that. That he had piqued her interest, that this was an exploration she wasn't entirely ashamed of--and not because she was a slag. She just--had a different set of morals.
Far too many questions. Not a thought he ever believed he would have, but Gabriel was quite sure she was doing this on purpose to drive him mad. Maybe he'd done a good enough job at making her think that he found her to be terribly annoying and she had to make sure, but this was getting out of hand. He was leaning in close, he'd accepted the kiss and would admit that he held back, did she really need a verbal response to all of this.
Apparently so, but that didn't mean he had to oblige. A smirk slid upon his face and Gabriel pushed forward once more, this time kissing her with the kind of fervor he'd been looking for. His hand went to the side of the face so that she couldn't pull away, sure that this would be enough of an answer for her. Maybe it would be all right to give in to these temptations and have a bit of fun. Mary had been someone he'd be willing to have fun with, and that was a rarity these days; he probably shouldn't let this go to waste.
Yes, that would suffice as an answer. She returned the eagerness of his kiss, her mind racing as she did so. She never really thought of Gabriel as one to make impulse moves like this (not that she was complaining), but there was something about how all of this felt that made her feel desperate for things to progress further. And with that, she let her hands move to untuck the freshly placed white undershirt before making their way up his abdomen, pulling the shirt along with them. She broke the kiss for long enough to get the shirt started over his head and off, long enough for her to take a quick glance at what he looked like underneath.
There was a small part of Mary that was wondering if this was all some sort of set up or gimmick. Was he trying to get her into some sort of compromising position as a joke? Or were they both on the same page in terms of their intentions? She nearly cringed at the thought of him pulling this around, playing her like that. But at the same time she could feel herself becoming so carried away in the moment that she wasn't sure she could pull herself back in in time to stop it all. He wasn't that big of an arse, to do something that dastardly, right?
What: Fun stuff
Where: Gabriel's flat
When: Thiiis morning?
Mary was very comfortable. By far, this was the best sleep she'd had in weeks--maybe even months. She probably would have slept longer, but there was sun in her eyes and a god awful thudding coming from around the room.
Wait, thudding? The heat wasn't on yet in the building, there was no way that there could be a thud coming from her room unless someone was in her room--her flat--oh Merlin, someone was robbing her. She cracked an eye open slowly to take in the scene, and try to decide how to attack when she realized that the comforter wasn't the usual pale blue--it was green. Green? What did she drink last night that would make her magic act up enough to change the color of her--wait, her swirled tapestry wasn't on the wall. Why was her--and then she saw him. She wasn't in her flat, she was--was--this was his place. She sat up slowly, not really sure what to say. She couldn't remember anything from the night before. She'd been at a Hobgoblin event, mostly to scope out what people were interested in purchasing and sell some merchandise and she could almost remember running into Gabriel at the party but everything after that was just not there. Had he...had they...she coughed a bit to get his attention, not really sure where to start. She wanted to smack him. She didn't even know if they'd done anything, but she was livid and wanted to smack him.
He actually quite hated the Hobgoblins, simply wasn't his kind of music. Gabriel sighed as he slowly pulled open his top drawer, trying to find a fresh shirt. He'd only been at the party because he was supposed to attempt an interview with Quirke, something far out of his job description and comfort zone. What did he care about some drug-addled rock star and his position on the war? No, Gabriel wanted to head into the ministry, discuss politics with foreign leaders and find out how they can form some sort of solution to all the crisis that the wizarding world was currently in and have it be fair to all---
Bother, she was up.
Letting out a breath, Gabriel continued his search and pulled out a blue shirt a few moments later, turning to face Mary. He'd remembered that she worked for the Hobgoblins and had still been surprised to see her at the party. Well, no---that was a boldface lie, and Gabriel hated lying, at least to himself. The only thing that had made him agree to taking the story was because of the chance that Mary might be there; seeing her sloshed and the men around her leering at her, that was the surprise. No, as much as she tended to annoy him, she did make his stomach twist in certain ways that wouldn't allow him to leave her alone to have some ruffian---have his way with her.
"Did you know that you snore?" he said lightly, eyebrows raised in amusement and shirt becoming crinkled in his grip.
Mary rolled her eyes at his comment. Psh, what did he know about her snoring. "You're the first to tell me that one," she replied cooly, shrugging her shoulders. He wasn't even talking about what happened or anything. She sighed, pulling the sheets closer around her self consciously as they just sat there, staring at each other. She really didn't want to admit to Gabriel that she had no idea what had happened last night but maybe--sigh.
"So, er, do you usually bag the first bird you spot that's pissed and bring her back to your flat or am I just lucky?" Probably not the right way to bring something up, but since when was Mary tactful about this sort of thing? In her opinion, it was better to be blunt and upfront about things rather than just let them go and not hold individuals accountable. And that's not to say that she was at fault--she'd willingly gotten plastered, and if a night of bedroom romping was the result then sobeit. It wasn't as if either of them had gotten hurt by whatever happened. Unless he had, because she felt just fine. She could've gone home with a much worse man, too. True, Gabriel was...well, Gabriel but she'd rather it be him than someone else taking advantage of her. There was even a tiny, tiny piece of her that wished she could actually remember how things unfolded (because shagging made for such good teasing and annoying fodder) because even though he was infuriating, she had doubts about him keeping up the whole prattish persona under the covers. And, he wasn't bad looking by any standards so that helped as well.
His eyes narrowed immediately at her words; did she honestly see him as a man who would get drunk and have random sex? Gabriel thought she knew better than that. He would never give off the impression of a party-hopper, or some ridiculous socialite that didn't care for their reputation and how they had relations with. Sometimes it made him sound like a grumpy old codger, but he'd rather be seen as stiff and stuck up than foolish and uncontrollable.
"I don't 'bag birds,' Mary," he said with a short clicking of his tongue against his teeth. The fact that she didn't seem to find this situation too...difficult to believe was almost confusing, and it would have been if it hadn't made him think about the what ifs and the fact that she wasn't screaming bloody murder at the thought of sleeping with him. Hm. Surely she was joking, because though Gabriel trusted his instincts and believed that there was some sort of tension between himself and Mary, tension that wasn't made up of hatred, he wasn't ready to believe she was okay with it.
He did do a good job of being insufferable, after all. "On that train of thought---do you usually get so sloshed that you don't know how you ended up where you wake up?"
"Oh yes, that's my idea of a brill night," she replied with a cheesy grin. She didn't usually get so sloshed, but it was the Hobgoblins and...well, it'd been a long time since she'd let loose and had fun. She was going to read Waldo the right act once she got back to her journal, though. Letting Gabriel pull her away without doing anything, honestly. "The boys usually have my back covered, make sure I'm not going home with some stranger..." she was about to take another jab at him, but stopped herself. He hadn't done anything to her, he'd probably saved her from something far worse in a way, so she had no reason to jeer at him for it. She deserved his sarcastic response...sorta.
"Which...probably means that I owe you a thank you." She looked down at the detailed stitching on the comforter, trying to avoid eye contact with him. If she didn't look at him, she didn't have to catch the triumphant smirk that she was sure would be sliding onto his face at any moment.
"Ah, that's a good Gryffindor," Gabriel responded with a light laugh, coming around the bed to search for his shoes. He didn't have anywhere to be, but it bothered him to no end, not being dressed and ready to go out if necessary. Gabriel blamed it on the constant visitors always moving in and out of his parents' home when he was a child, but he didn't find it a bad habit to be prepared.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, by her knees as he began to put on his shoes. Gabriel watched her as he laced up his first shoe, and a smirk crossed his features. Could he really resist this? Could he resist just letting this situation go without teasing or questioning her some more? He was an inquisitive person by nature as shown by his career choice, it would be a shame to finally have Mary in a somewhat intimate situation like this and let it go to waste.
"You didn't seem so miffed at the idea of our rendezvous, should I be concerned or intrigued?"
"I don't know, what does your gut tell you, Corner?" she replied, finally looking up from his foot (she'd been watching him lace up his shoe, but this was much more interesting). She wasn't disgusted at all by the thought of...being intimate with him. She didn't remember anything, though, so that might have been part of why she wasn't bothered; if something had occurred, she would not lose sleep over it. But--why hadn't she smacked him and told him off? She loved reading blokes the right act and this had been the perfect chance, but...no dice.
She leaned over, bringing her face closer to his. "Are you usually concerned at the idea of a rendezvous?" Hm. He was quite male, so Mary had a sinking suspicion that the answer would be a well rounded no. But was he interested in her of all people? And would that be all that bad of a thing?
This was interesting. She wasn't being fresh, she wasn't scoffing at him and she clearly wasn't repulsed by his words or his questioning of her behavior. Did she not mind that he was questioning her moral values, in some way? Maybe Gabriel was one of the few who really had issues with that sort of thing, or maybe Mary hadn't been that drunk last night, and this was all part of some revenge plot for the teasing she'd endured for the past few years at the Prophet.
No, no. She had been completely gone and there was no way she'd have been able to focus on some sort of game with him. It could be her journalistic nature, question upon question to find the answers she wanted. What had her mind jumped to, he had no idea, but Gabriel got the sudden feeling that he was not going to have a chance to act on his slight affection for the girl. It had been stirring for a few months, and there were obvious reasons why he hadn't pursued her, so maybe this was his chance to get what he wanted without having to deal with the consequences.
That made him feel slightly uneasy, but he could feel her breath on his face, they were close and on his bed, her hair was mussed and she was talking about---them. Gabriel wouldn't have been able to control himself if he wanted to, as he began to close the distance between them, shoe dropping to the floor.
"I'm sure I could find hundreds of people I'd be more concerned about," he breathed onto her lips.
She bit her lower lip, trying very hard not to let herself get carried away at that moment. "That's quite reassuring," she said a bit sarcastically, eyes locked on his. She breathed in slowly, teetering on the edge of a decision. She didn't know if she should just close the distance between them, but Merlin she wanted to. Hesitantly, she scanned his eyes before letting her lips press against his, the built up tension from the past few years silencing her anxiety and nerves about the situation. The blanket dropped from her hands in their need to find a better way in which to occupy themselves. She slowly pulled away from his lips and let out a soft breath.
"If you aren't concerned...are you intrigued?" she asked softly, her fingers running through his hair carefully. Even though he made it quite easy to dislike him, she didn't want that to hold her back at the moment. Right now, he was being very very likable and she wanted more than anything to just ignore their past and start fresh for a while. If he were to ask, she'd tell him that. That he had piqued her interest, that this was an exploration she wasn't entirely ashamed of--and not because she was a slag. She just--had a different set of morals.
Far too many questions. Not a thought he ever believed he would have, but Gabriel was quite sure she was doing this on purpose to drive him mad. Maybe he'd done a good enough job at making her think that he found her to be terribly annoying and she had to make sure, but this was getting out of hand. He was leaning in close, he'd accepted the kiss and would admit that he held back, did she really need a verbal response to all of this.
Apparently so, but that didn't mean he had to oblige. A smirk slid upon his face and Gabriel pushed forward once more, this time kissing her with the kind of fervor he'd been looking for. His hand went to the side of the face so that she couldn't pull away, sure that this would be enough of an answer for her. Maybe it would be all right to give in to these temptations and have a bit of fun. Mary had been someone he'd be willing to have fun with, and that was a rarity these days; he probably shouldn't let this go to waste.
Yes, that would suffice as an answer. She returned the eagerness of his kiss, her mind racing as she did so. She never really thought of Gabriel as one to make impulse moves like this (not that she was complaining), but there was something about how all of this felt that made her feel desperate for things to progress further. And with that, she let her hands move to untuck the freshly placed white undershirt before making their way up his abdomen, pulling the shirt along with them. She broke the kiss for long enough to get the shirt started over his head and off, long enough for her to take a quick glance at what he looked like underneath.
There was a small part of Mary that was wondering if this was all some sort of set up or gimmick. Was he trying to get her into some sort of compromising position as a joke? Or were they both on the same page in terms of their intentions? She nearly cringed at the thought of him pulling this around, playing her like that. But at the same time she could feel herself becoming so carried away in the moment that she wasn't sure she could pull herself back in in time to stop it all. He wasn't that big of an arse, to do something that dastardly, right?
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