RP: Going Solo?
Who: Rita, and er, private? (Or anyone, if someone *wants* to stumble in for whatever reason)
When: Friday, Oct 12, morning
Where: Bedroom/bathroom
Rating: R?
Summary: It's been... Merlin, is it six weeks?
Status: Complete?
Rita had been dreaming. Vividly. When she woke it was with a gasp, breathing heavily, fingers tangled in the sheets. Already the details were slipping from her mind, but she remembered heat and skin and blurred motion, a montage of sensation. Biting fingers and the hard wall of the girls bathroom against her back (Bellatrix). Arrogant eyes and fingers shaking with rage at the weakness of desire (Lucius). Languid caresses and filthy words whispered in French; soft sheets (Carmilla). An arm around neck and leg about waist, fingers slipping under her knickers in a deserted street (she couldn't remember his name). A high level Ministry official and power growing in her hands. Strong beater's arms and her own hand trailing up thigh and Ludo Bagman eating out of the palm of her hand (never was too bright, that one).
And reverence, shy fingers and a desire so intense her memory could barely make sense of it - eyes burning up with the vision of her. Slow burning, restraint almost painful. Teeth and nails digging in to release some of the tension (and he thought it had been harder for him).
The sheets were sticking to her, her nightshirt soaked with sweat. Cunt throbbing, blood on fire in the worst sort of way. The most helpless sort of way. She closed her eyes tightly for a moment and arched her head against the pillow. Already matted hair crushed with the motion.
Shower. She lurched out of bed and into the bathroom, throwing herself beneath the stream of hot water and trying to rinse the last of the dream from her mind.
Hot water most definitely didn't help. She was horny as hell.
Merlin, how long had it been? Lathering then easing the tangles from her hair. Counting the weeks. Games, concrete, riddles, gender, dancing, press conference, prison. Six?
Six? Merlin's balls. No wonder she was so aflame.
Hot water cascaded over her and she found her hands moving without thought, felt her back press against the tiled wall and her fingers over her own thighs this time. Hand shaking and hard nails mingling with the soft pads of fingers, and those eyes so full of fire burning up her mind.
When: Friday, Oct 12, morning
Where: Bedroom/bathroom
Rating: R?
Summary: It's been... Merlin, is it six weeks?
Status: Complete?
Rita had been dreaming. Vividly. When she woke it was with a gasp, breathing heavily, fingers tangled in the sheets. Already the details were slipping from her mind, but she remembered heat and skin and blurred motion, a montage of sensation. Biting fingers and the hard wall of the girls bathroom against her back (Bellatrix). Arrogant eyes and fingers shaking with rage at the weakness of desire (Lucius). Languid caresses and filthy words whispered in French; soft sheets (Carmilla). An arm around neck and leg about waist, fingers slipping under her knickers in a deserted street (she couldn't remember his name). A high level Ministry official and power growing in her hands. Strong beater's arms and her own hand trailing up thigh and Ludo Bagman eating out of the palm of her hand (never was too bright, that one).
And reverence, shy fingers and a desire so intense her memory could barely make sense of it - eyes burning up with the vision of her. Slow burning, restraint almost painful. Teeth and nails digging in to release some of the tension (and he thought it had been harder for him).
The sheets were sticking to her, her nightshirt soaked with sweat. Cunt throbbing, blood on fire in the worst sort of way. The most helpless sort of way. She closed her eyes tightly for a moment and arched her head against the pillow. Already matted hair crushed with the motion.
Shower. She lurched out of bed and into the bathroom, throwing herself beneath the stream of hot water and trying to rinse the last of the dream from her mind.
Hot water most definitely didn't help. She was horny as hell.
Merlin, how long had it been? Lathering then easing the tangles from her hair. Counting the weeks. Games, concrete, riddles, gender, dancing, press conference, prison. Six?
Six? Merlin's balls. No wonder she was so aflame.
Hot water cascaded over her and she found her hands moving without thought, felt her back press against the tiled wall and her fingers over her own thighs this time. Hand shaking and hard nails mingling with the soft pads of fingers, and those eyes so full of fire burning up her mind.