WHO: Harper Brown & Juliana Wilkes
WHAT: Being ridiculous and sexy
WHEN: Daytime
WHERE: London
RATING: NC-17

ith her little brother's wedding in just under a week, finding any spare time to do.. well, anything, really, had been difficult for Juliana. Most of the time she hadn't even been at her parents' manor, out running around to go to final fittings and check things out--she had made sure to be along on a lot of the trips, just to be able to send future sister-in-law the updates that her mother didn't seem too concerned about giving her. The fact that she was now home for a whole day was great, except she had still chosen to take it out on the town.

Guh, she needed to grocery shop and... well, she hadn't bought a new piece of clothing in nearly a week, which was practically a crime because she was planning on going out tonight to have some fun and... oh guh, there was just so much to do and so little time.

Jules pulled her scarf tighter around her neck and pushed her purse up on her shoulder as she made her way down the sidewalks of London. Merlin, she wished the snow would just melt, it was bloody cold outside. She wasn't going to have fun walking to the clubs in a short skirt in this tonight. Hrm.

Harper stepped out of the store, slipping his sunglasses on (oh, blessed tinted bits of plastic, how wonderous) before looking around. It was a briskly cold day, the air biting his lungs as he took in a deep breath, deciding where to go next. He'd already done his errands for the day, oh how he loved his job. He got to go talk to muggles every day, work with politicians and kiss babies (metaphorically) and only had to turn in reports when big stuff happened. It really was the best job in the world, because it looked like he was doing something important, but really, he had a lot of free time to just hang out.

His decision of where to go next was made for him when he recognized a pretty girl across the street. Harper made his way over to the otherside, and sidled up to Jules, shoving his hands in his pockets and just walking next to her with a smirk until she noticed he was there, matching her pace. When she still hadn't looked up, he used his hand to tap her opposite shoulder and grinned, "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. I have this friend, Jules, but I haven't seen her in absolutely forever. I fear she's been buried under taffeta and table place markers. Have you seen her?"

Juliana about jumped at the finger on her shoulder, bringing her hand up to her mouth to stop herself from squeaking in surprise. "Oh shi--Harper, Merlin," she said, turning to look at her friend as a smile broke out onto her face. "Fancy seeing you out here; aren't you supposed to be out being a responsible adult, or something?"

She liked to make fun of him at times for the fact that his father made him hold an actual job, especially since her own parents had never forced her to. Jules was quite proud of the fact that she had chosen to go to work to support herself (not that her parents didn't still pay for her flat).

"Funny enough, I've already finished all my liaising. Really, I'm just the pretty face they send when the ministry needs something from Parliment or an old lady happens to get a nose biting teacup. At least I don't have to cast memory charms, those get kind of sticky." That's what they had obliviators for, anyway. He held out his elbow for Jules to take as they continued walking. "Where are we headed anyway? You looked like you were on a mission. Are you out looking for something specific?"

Hanging out with Jules wouldn't be so bad, he liked her well enough. Plus, if her brother found out, Harper would have fun watching that vein on his forehead look like it would burst.

Jules took his arm and the side of her lips twitched up into a smirk. Oh yes, her brother would surely dislike many of the people that she chose to call friends. But then again, she would never be in any real trouble unless Louisa was gone, so she wasn't too worried--oh yes, and it was insanely fun to watch his reactions to her lifestyle at times.

"Well actually... maybe you could tell me," she mused, looking ahead. "You'd be familiar with Muggle London; do you know anywhere where a rich girl could go to get some fun, possibly borderline imappropriate clothes that she could wear out partying?"

Harper made a thoughtful noise and turned Jules to cross the street to head to the tube station, "Actually, there's this shop I want to check out. It's two stops down on the Bakerloo. It's called Jezebel, which you would think is a wizarding shop, but it's completely muggle. I'm sure you'll be able to find something suitable there," Harper sent her a wolfish grin, "Or, not so suitable if that's what you're looking for. Is this something you'd wear in front of your brothers, or not?" he asked, slipping a few tokens into the gate and pulling Jules through as the subway showed up. He lead her expertly into the tube, careful to keep a hold of her as they made their way through the crowd.

"Not unless I wanted to give them each a royal heart attack," she said deviously. Although, a lot of the stuff she wore that she didn't particularly think of as bad bothered Amery and Grayson; it was, she had come to accept, a brother thing--a proper, pureblooded brother thing. "Am I to assume that Jezebel will have exactly what I need?"

She tried her best not to show her discomfort at being in the middle of the tube, squashed in on all sides by Muggles. Not all of her grooming had slipped over her head, after all, and by the time they emerged again, she felt strangely dirty. Ergh, Juliana really didn't like touching Muggles. "So where've you been?" she asked casually, brushing a bit of invisble dirt off her shoulder. "I haven't seen you around lately and I'm talking about before this wedding business came up, so don't try to pawn the blame off on me. I've missed your bad influence like you wouldn't believe."

"Jezebel has a bunch of stuff from New York too. Gloria, that girl from last... month or whatever? She really liked their shoes selection," Harper said, "So I am pretty sure it'll be perfect." Excellent, he was definitely going to have to see that show. He noticed her discomfort, and wrapped his arm around her back, pulling her close. He'd forgotten that some witches (the proper ones, at least) hated using the tube, but it was quicker than trying to get a cab and wouldn't get then into trouble like apparating would. He loosened his grip but didn't let go entirely once they got out, and he lead her over to a quaint shop on the high street.

"It looks high fashion, but they've got some great stuff in back," he said, giving the clerk a haughtly look. "I have been running with the Quidditch crowd actually. They get some pretty hot parties going, plus everyone wants to party with a professional player. The French national team was here two weeks ago and well, you know how the French are. I think Whit got himself a girlfriend, though, which is kind of disappointing." Harper made himself comfortable, leaning against a counter as he watched her browse the clothes with fascination, keeping track of what she looked at for more than a cursory glance.

"How is Grayson doing with this whole, wedding thing?" The poor sod, having to get married so young. Harper was really sympathetic, and couldn't understand why he'd willingly agree to such an arrangement. With a girl that was still at Hogwarts, too.

Harper hadn't been lying, it was nice in there, and once they got through all the high fashion stuff, she could definitely see plenty of stuff that'd be worth buying. Jules suddenly remembered why she liked him. "Quidditch crowd, eh?" she asked, turning halfway around and away from the racks to arch an eyebrow at him. "Getting up there in the world, are we? Sounds like fun--" she turned back and pulled out a light green top, giving it an analyzing look "--I hear the parties are really getting going now that the playoffs are on. Met any Puddlemere men around? They must be elated, which only means that they'll be up for the most fun."

Jules fell silent for a moment after the Grayson question was asked, but it was obviously because a different top had caught her interest, rather than having to think about an answer. "Oh, he's fine with it," she said. "But you know, he's Grayson, he thinks differently about these things--I certainly wouldn't want to be in his position, but whatever. His life, and it's not like he had to go along with it--What do you think of this one?"

Spinning around, she held a black and pink halter top in front of her.

"You know me, always looking for the best," he said, unapologetically. "Yeah, the United are partiers, but, I don't think their captain likes that very much. Some of them are just a little uptight too, but there are others that make it just so fun. They know a lot of fun new games. I'll have to show you this one," he said holding up his hands, "it's like dominoes, but with shots."

Harper rolled his eyes at her comment that Grayson was... so Grayson. He totally had to agree with that. "It would be a shame to have such a pretty woman off the market just because of some silly contract." He leaned forward and fingered the hem of the material, it was kind of sheer, and well, if she didn't wear a bra with it, that would be totally hot. "I like it. Very swish."

"Hah, I'm intrigued," she commented of the game, but her attention was soon drawn to paying attention to what he said about the top. She smirked a little, watching as he inspected the material before making his decision. "You just like it because it's just about see-through," she said with a knowing smirk.

Grabbing behind her, she removed another garment from the racks, an absolutely transparent shirt, raising her eyebrow in a playfully flirty gesture as she replaced the first one with it. "You'd like this one better, though, wouldn't you? Always up for whatever gives you the view?"

Harper gave her an absolutely unapologetic look, "You know me, and it's not so much the shirt, but the girl in it. That one," he pointed to the transparent one, "would be fun, but really, part of the intrigue is the imagination," he tapped his temple. "All about the mindsex. So if you wore that one," Harper indicated the first shirt, "you'd totally find yourself surrounded by men, but of a better quality than if you wore the other. Those guys would just want a look at your fantastic chest. Trust me."

Jules thought about it for a minute, trying very hard not to laugh outside of her mind as she listened to what he was saying. Harper was probably one of the worst manwhore types she knew, but it was so amusing sometimes that it was very close to being kind of a unique (albeit very unique) sort of cuteness. And, well... it wasn't like he didn't make sense. Actually, he made total sense, which was possibly even more amusing than what he was saying.

"Right, then we'll go with the pink," Juliana chirped when he was done, putting the other back. "Yes, and I think with--this skirt? What does my all-knowing party fashion guru say about this?" She pulled a short, but not obsecenely short black skirt.

"Black is the definite choice," Harper agreed with a nod, "Could be a little shorter, but that's just me. If you wear the right shoes, who knows..." he gave her a thoughtful look before standing up and steering her toward the changing room. Harper glanced over his shoulder and hesitated only momentarily (for effect, more than anything) before following her and closing the door behind him. He shrugged and gave her a 'what can you do?' look.

"You won't be needing those, I don't think," he said, pointing to the hangers and stepping a bit closer, hoping she would get the very blatant hint that he really didn't care about the clothes. Well, not so much right now at least.

Jules watched Harper in the mirror, crossing her arms and smirking back at him. "Goodness me, I do wonder what you could mean by that," she said playfully, at the same time letting him know that she got the hint by dropping the articles of clothing onto the floor beside her.

By the time she made it to spinning around to actually face him, she notice he was a whole lot closer than he had been before. Even if it was a dressing room where there wasn't a lot of room to begin with, she knew he had been standing further back before. "I think Harper wants something," Jules mused aloud, snaking an arm around his neck lazily.

He slid one hand to her hip and used the other to spell the door locked and a tossed in a privacy spell for good measure before pocketing his wand and pulling her close. "I think. I think now is not a time for thinking. And you know... what Harper wants," he leaned his face down near hers. She was the perfect height and just fit against his body. "Harper gets."

Harper took a step back pulling her with him until he was leaning against the wall of the dressing room and kissed her hard. Jules had been pretty much teasing him all afternoon and there was a reason she'd ended up where he'd been after his errands and he completely believed that this was exactly why.

"Mmmh--"

Okay, so maybe she had been teasing him--why shouldn't she, there was no shame in it? He was one of her friends, yeah, but he was really hot too and he knew how to have a good time. And she definitely hadn't gotten to do something quite this wild and spontaneous in way too long so... why not? Kissing back fiercely, as well as running her hands up under his shirt weren't at all as awkward as one would think they'd be.

Oh, it was so true. He did always get what he wanted. And she didn't mind in the least.

Harper helped her by pulling off his shirt and making short work of hers. He was the master of spontaneous quickies and as much as he would have liked to make this an all nighter, especially with Jules (and maybe they could try again at a later date) but this was also really hot. Jules was hot and this in public thing (though a dressing room was an old trick) just amplified the sexiness for Harper.

He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her back, with just enough pressure to tease her. If there was one thing Harper was great at, it was giving back just as good as he got.

Jules laughed quietly, reaching a hand back to unhook her own bra while she lowered her head to his neck, nipping and sucking lightly along the sensitive skin there. Well, maybe a little harder than that--just enough to leave a mark, though... It was probably one of her favorite things to do, to in passing see exactly what was left over from the romp--no matter if it was serious or, like this, just for a little bit of in-the-moment fun.

She pushed up against him a little harder, with a little more force, grinding her pelvis into his, and smirked into his neck.

He cupped one of her breasts with his hand once they'd rid the bra from being in the way of things, massaging it gently. Harper groaned at her motions, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the wall for a moment. Oh he was so glad it wasn't one of those girls whre you had to walk them through everything. His other hand reached down to her skirt and tugged it up, running his hand over the soft skin on her thigh. Girls like Jules definitely knew how to take care of themselves and Harper loved that.

"Ung," he grunted, turning them so she was pinned against the wall and returning the pressure with a thrust of his hips.

Still concentrating very much on Harper's neck, Jules' hands made quick work (especially for doing so blindly) of his pants and boxers. She thought for a moment that she might demonstrate her skills in taking off clothes with her teeth--nifty little trick she'd learned a a more interesting party in St. Petersburg a few months back--but thought better of it. After all, if he ever wanted to have a fun little encounter like this in the future (and who would she be to say no to that?), she didn't want to waste all her tricks right away.

Jules curled a leg up around his, higher and higher the further up his hand traveled--why not tangle her legs up? It wasn't like he was going to run into anything that needed taking off under that skirt.

Harper groaned again as he made the discovery that she was going knickerless. "Well, well, Miss Wilkes," he managed to grunt out before using both hands to lift her up by her hips. He used the wall as a brace and slid inside slowly. Harper turned his head to catch her mouth in a hard kiss. He started a slow, rocking rhythm, wrapping one arm around her waist and using the other to brace himself against the wall.