◎ c h a r l i e (spinnets) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-09-06 15:47:00

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Axe's Anniversary of Birth!!!!
Charlie was pretty sure he'd missed out on a wonderful career as a party planner. As he stared out at the dance floor, which he stood over on a platform where the DJ was spinning a mix of wizard and muggle music (even with some popular French songs that were actually pretty catchy if Charlie said so himself). He wasn't surprised at how many people showed up, but it still nearly startling to see how bloody happy everyone was to be there! Sure, some looked ridiculous with the fake mustaches that were passed out (not required, obviously), but a lot had actually grown out their beards and it was----cool, they tried, they wanted to be there and they wanted to have a good time. Charlie wanted to have a good time.

The Kestrels were not top of the pack, and while he believed in his team completely, the stress of the numbers had been getting to them. A night like this was necessary, and maybe it could rejuvenate the team that had lost some valuable members this season and had done a bit of shifting around. They were still trying to get themselves into place, and it needed to happen faster than it was.

Plus, Axe had been pissy all week that no one had acknowledged the anniversary of his birth.

Charlie grabbed the mic from the DJ and grinned, enjoying colorful scene laid out in front of him. funkybuddha club had been a perfect choice for the night, "Don't everyone tire themselves out! There's still a lot more festivites to look forward to!"

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flower
2012-09-09 02:50 am UTC (link)

No, she didn't want to. She didn't want to talk, she didn't want to think, there was nothing--- nothing less appealing than that. Right now. She wasn't-- this was not--- that. Her mouth naturally gaped at his tightened grasp on her, and her eyes closed momentarily to hold back a rising moan.

Resting her head against the glass, Rose looked up at the ceiling, breathing heavily. His stroking of her neck was making her skin feel uncomfortable. Making her uncomfortable--- she did not-- want that. That made her feel--- she did not want that. Nothing that felt like--- that. Taking her hand away from his shoulder, Rose swiftly clutched his forearm to tug his hand away from her neck entirely.

"Just. Do it," she said in a forceful manner. A feeling was getting dangerously close to taking over her chest, one she did not want to experience. And a thought, there was a thought blossoming in the back of her mind, which she also did not want to think about. She did not want to think about him, him, him, who made her sad, and upset, and confused in the first place. It wasn't-- no.

So instead, to race further away from what thoughts that did make it through her hazy alcoholic barrier, Rose lifted her head to look at Rupert Axebanger Brookstanton. And her mind fizzled, until the only tangible thing she thought about was the vague notion of his attractiveness. He was pretty.

"Now," she spoke into his mouth, and pulled both her arms to hang around his neck and down his back. She pushed her fingers into his skin and spread them wide.

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incharge
2012-09-09 04:02 am UTC (link)

For the space of a heartbeat, he didn't move, didn't respond, not to her hands running up his back, not to her lips. Just a beat, where the tension eked out of his shoulders and he breathed.

Then he must have been a blur, gripping her hair so tightly it couldn't have been comfortable, shucking his trousers fully after she'd begun the job, hitching her leg higher, tighter around his waist. He was moving, kept moving, a hand searching out the last flimsy, insubstantial barrier that still separated them and divesting her of it, shifting her other leg over his shoulder for the angle, throwing one arm out to prop against the mirror for leverage, not caring that it was hard enough to further crack the surface, not caring if it cut his palm.

Moving, all he had to do was keep moving, don't think, move, don't think, just—don't—

His head dropped to her shoulder as they pressed close, closer, closest, and all manner of sounds, words, tumbled out of him, swears and praises, in all the languages he knew, and some that simply didn't exist. When his bearings straightened, even though his head still swam, he took her in the hardest kiss he knew how to give, lip-scoring, teeth mashing, bruising.

He didn't care.

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flower
2012-09-09 11:25 pm UTC (link)

Her head was screaming, screaming, and of the good kind, the kind where there was nothing but natural noises coming out of her because any kind of thought process was being completely devoured by his--- ohh.

She dug her fingers into his back, wanting to be closer, closer, as her skin burned and his hold on her burned, and--- her body shuddered, her skin came alive, and as a great sigh left her, her head fell forward. Vaguely, her scalp ached, her back hurt from being forced into the sink--- that didn't matter.

A reprieve, she wanted a reprieve, needed a reprieve--- he was hurting. Rose squirmed uncomfortably in his grasp. She found his kissing was too difficult to accept, now, and had to break away. To breathe, to tremendously breathe, laboriously breathe, to stop her head from swimming, to focus her blurred vision. Her eyes swelled, feeling much heavier than before, and she idly pushed her hand onto his face.

Her head slipped, rolled even, as she shook it. That was selfish. So, she leaned forward again, hand slowly sliding from his face and down his front as she drove her lips back to his. Maybe just a little bit more. This was too good of a feeling to loose just yet.

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