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Ludo Bagman ([info]mrpopular) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2011-10-01 21:54:00


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Entry tags:greta catchlove, ludo bagman

Who: Ludo and Greta
When: September 30, 1982
Where: Wimbourne Press Conference
What: THREAD SHENANIGANS ZOMG
Rating: NAUGHTY

Ludo Bagman felt like the last week of his life was an absolute whirlwind. For months, he had been acting as the unofficial captain for the Wimbourne Wasps. The team was terribly young and inexperienced; so even with only three years of professional experience under his belt, Ludo was quite easily the player to look to for guidance and advice. As scary as that sounded, Ludo had grown into that responsibility rather quickly.

After their game two weeks ago, there had been a closed door meeting for the team. One player spoke up in naming Ludo as their captain, then another and another. It was strange for him to hear their praise; it was not a position Ludo had been in before very often. And when the rest of the team came to an agreement, all Ludo could do was grin and accept their decision.

The press conference inched by for Ludo, but it wasn't for lack of pressing questions. Rather, it was because of the beautiful brunette reporter that had perched herself at the front of the crowd. For some reason, Ludo Bagman could not keep his eyes off of Greta Catchlove the entire time. Hmmm...

Obviously this was a sign that he needed to make conversation with her at some point. And who knew, maybe even use a ridiculous pick up line if the opportunity presented itself. As soon as things were wrapped off, Ludo approached her. "You know, I would have to say that you are absolutely stunning Miss Catchlove. I hope you don't plan on transferring to the sports department. Seeing you at matches would distract me to the point of blowing our chances at the playoffs," he said coolly, leaning against the nearby wall.



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[info]mrpopular
2011-10-14 11:28 pm UTC (link)
A moan escaped his mouth at the feeling of her hands at his trousers. At any other point in time, he would have let her openly explore and see where things took them in that department. But it didn't take much for Ludo to tell that they were at that now or never point. His hands moved to her arse, and lifting her weight easily, he pushed his hips against hers. He let his lips slowly move to her collar bone, grazing at the flesh in between.

He paused briefly, his breath heavy. "You're--are you on the potion?" he asked in hushed tones, not exactly making eye contact. It was a touchy subject for some witches, but it was a rather important one for him. He was certainly not fit for being a parent quite yet in his life, not to mention the PR nightmare that would result. His lips went to work on her neck as he waited for her response, hips grinding ever so slightly against hers.

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[info]catchthislove
2011-10-15 12:09 am UTC (link)
There were words being whispered at her that did not sound remotely sexual or dirty. Her brain fuzzed in and out before the words sank in, and she nodded mutely. Not that she'd had reason to in the past, but her schoolmates had been enough of an inspiration to her to not ever want to be in their position. And Greta always assumed she'd be the responsible one, so if she wasn't so busy wanting to push him down to the floor and have her way with him, she might be embarrassed that it had fallen to Ludo to clarify. But no, still with the wanting to rip his clothes off…

By some miracle or other, Greta had avoided openly whimpering, but now with her thighs settled around him, with all that pressure, that rocking, it was getting much more difficult to exercise what little control she had left. To help herself out and occupy her mouth, she leaned forward to tug at his earlobe with her teeth, managing to whisper, "I'm ready."

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[info]mrpopular
2011-10-15 12:21 am UTC (link)
His breath caught in the back of his throat. He wasn't sure if Greta knew it or not, but that--what she was doing with her teeth right now--was his sex kryptonite. If his weight was not pinning her against the stall, it was something that would have made his knees buckle.

He moved his hands between them to make quick work of his trousers, pulling them down just enough so they were out of the way. Her skirt was a definite benefit to their situation, he decided, as he expertly pushed the fabric of her panties to the side before slowly entering her. He let out a low moan, his lips and teeth once again at work on her neck. "Fuck, Greta," he murmured, his lips leaving a trail of kisses slowly back to her mouth.

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[info]catchthislove
2011-10-15 02:48 am UTC (link)
Greta's eyes clenched shut as a sharp gasp was ripped from her when he thrust up, having only theorized what to expect. She wouldn't have called it painful, but it was uncomfortable, intruding. Overly full. For a brief second, she panicked that she'd gone in much too much over her head. And then, involuntarily jerking to relieve the awful pressure, her pelvis twisted to adjust to the angle of him, easing to his size. The way Ludo's lips distracted her certainly helped, and, slowly, the unpleasant burn was like a tingle. Suddenly, she was desperate to move, desperate to kindle that feeling, and found herself nudging, just the lightest oscillation of her hips, against him.

The movements were all pleasure now, and Greta couldn't help the way her hands fought to slide under the material of his shirt, fingers digging in when a stroke hit just the right spot. "Damn," she all but breathed, pulling slightly away from his mouth, "damn, I—just—" she bit off on a cry, "—more."

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[info]mrpopular
2011-10-16 12:05 am UTC (link)
An impish grin spread over his face. "You sure about that, love?" he asked, breathing labored. He increased his pace while one hand moved from her hip up to her hair, grabbing at a decently large amount of it at the back of her head in a tight grasp.

And just like that, he thrust into her and stopped, letting his pelvis grind against hers. The friction made him groan once more. He firmly pulled her hair in a downward motion before biting and sucking on her neck with increased fervor and once again speeding things up.

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[info]catchthislove
2011-10-16 12:38 am UTC (link)
The novelty of the feelings were enough to keep her hot and eager, but when he grabbed her hair—fuck, she completely lost it. If she wasn't currently shedding her virginity in a public restroom etc., she might take a moment or two to examine what type of psychosis that gave her. But since, and she wasn't positive, there was a good possibility the phrase fuck—harder might have been uttered (or shouted) from her, she really didn't have the mental capacity to multi-task. Chest heaving, blood pumping as though it were fire, she didn't even feel the cramping of the position, the sweat-slicked skin still half-clothed, the unflattering light of the bathroom. No, she was far too crazed, for too mindless for that. Then, as though with a flip of the switch, she felt something building, the sensation like she was racing towards something. Her heart was hammering in her ears, and suddenly she was all but bucking against him. No matter the awkwardness of the angle or the relative impossibility of the movements, her hips demanded motion and she was helpless to stop the impulse. When the climax hit, she might have yelled from the sheer shock of it, but the stars dancing in front of her eyes from throwing her head back against the wall made it a little hard to discern much besides her own name. If that.

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[info]mrpopular
2011-10-16 12:56 am UTC (link)
Ludo could feel the inner tightness that meant he would not be far behind. He let out a low moan as he spent himself inside her. "Holy--Merlin," he murmured, breath shaky. His head fell to her shoulder, hands still gripping on to her.

He stood there for a few minutes, his grip loosening as his breathing slowed. He placed another kiss on her shoulder, this one more gentle than previously. "Persephone's bees...that was--bloody fantastic," he said, raising his gaze to meet hers.

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[info]catchthislove
2011-10-16 01:42 am UTC (link)
Greta still jerked lightly from the aftershocks, her chest rose and fell unsteadily as she struggled to regain her breath. Holy Hera, had that really just happened? Quick survey of the two of them and their surroundings—yes, yes it had. Finding the whole night to have been surreal and far too difficult to comprehend for her orgasm-distracted brain, Greta let her head linger on the cold surface and laughed. Just laughed, because she didn't know what else to make of it. "Hell, that was—I can't believe we—" she broke off laughingly with a contented little hmm. "I'm not sure I can sit out there with a straight face."

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[info]mrpopular
2011-10-16 01:59 am UTC (link)
He grinned at her, chuckling a little to himself. He could only imagine what that waitress was thinking at the moment--he'd have to make a note to pay extra for the drinks the next time he stopped in. "You make a very valid point," he replied, his hands gently rubbing up and down her arms. "But we could always--leave. Maybe apparate to my flat?"

He could feel some anxiety bubble up in his chest. He would thoroughly enjoy her company that night but--what if she said no? He pushed the thought out of his mind. How could she say no?

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[info]catchthislove
2011-10-16 03:41 am UTC (link)
She blinked owlishly at him for a moment. Greta hadn't really thought beyond the moment that had just passed, she didn't know what the protocol was. She hadn't thought Ludo would just leave her here, certainly, but hadn't expected much of anything beyond that. Weighing her options briefly, she craned forward to bite his ear again, murmuring her consent.

It was probably inappropriate, the amount of smugness she felt at finally earning her Catchlove Sexual Deviant badge.

Oh, who was she fooling? It was bloody first-class.

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