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RP: Neville and Rita Reprised

Oct 12, 2007 21:12

Who: Neville and Rita
When: Friday 12th October
Where: 3rd bedroom
Rating: Let's start with NC-17 and build on that.
Summary: Neville has snuck into Rita's room for the peace and quiet.
Status: Incomplete

Neville sank down onto the bed, which he presumed was Rita's, and pulled the pillow over his head, groaning as he did so. He felt so sleepy, but was ( Read more... )

rita, neville, week 9

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poisoned_quill October 12 2007, 19:45:29 UTC

By the time Rita got out of the cell, she was glad to be free of it. The cell was open to the air, thank Merlin, but once she'd cycled through thoughtfulness to boredom to introspection, she started to hate it. She wasn't claustrophobic, but she didn't like being confined. Didn't like being trapped. It reminded her far too strongly of that week she'd spent in a jar in Hermione's trunk ( ... )

nevilletherebel October 12 2007, 19:58:21 UTC

Neville started when he heard the clunk, pulling the pillow off his head and letting go of the cup. He turned back over, propping himself up and pushing his hair back out of his eyes.

"Sorry...it was just quieter in here, and you were in the cell."

He shifted, far too comfortable to move, and smiled, laying his head back.. "Thank you. I am feeling much better already. It's been one of those weeks." He reached out for his mug again and took a healthy mouthful.

"At least nobody else in the house has got it. I'd hate to feel responsible for giving it to anyone. But I haven't given it much of an oppurtunity. Been keeping out of the way, mostly."

poisoned_quill October 12 2007, 20:24:36 UTC

Rita leaned back against the trunk and studied him. Languid, once he recovered from the surprise of her entrance, sinking back against the covers and smiling in a way that was almost cheeky; almost decadent.

Or perhaps she was reading too much into it because seeing him there like that reminded her powerfully of the way she'd woken up and the memory she'd drawn on as her hand slipped between her legs.

"I'd noticed," she replied. "I think Big Brother failed this week, really. Trying to play power games with us but giving the power to the two people least interested in wielding it." She thought for a moment. "I'm glad they did, though. I wouldn't trust myself with that level of power. Not the way it was given."

nevilletherebel October 12 2007, 20:37:40 UTC

"What?" he asked, and then shook his head. "I don't get this prison thing at all. I mean, we have plenty of time to think already, right." He lay his head back down and closed his eyes, relaxing.

"It's so boring, recently," he complained. "But then, I've been asleep..." He smiled and opened one eye to look up at Rita questioningly. "It's nice talking to you. It's been a long time since we've been able to talk."

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poisoned_quill October 15 2007, 21:14:20 UTC

His eyes were full of quiet desire, full of the uncertainty the fruit had wiped from them but which she'd still felt in the inexperience and curiosity of his fingers. She didn't feel tender - that was far too soft a word for her at the best of times, and far too gentle for the heat simmering in her. Exultant, perhaps; decadent. He was laying himself out for her like a feast - offering, giving in, trusting her not to break him ( ... )

nevilletherebel October 18 2007, 14:19:27 UTC

Neville kept himself up on his elbows, looking up at Rita quietly, nervous to see what she was going to do first. She silenced the room and locked the door, which calmed him down a little; at least nobody was going to interrupt, or notice them. With the house so empty, it was possible that nobody even noticed that they were in the same room together ( ... )

poisoned_quill October 18 2007, 16:24:08 UTC

She didn't know quite what he meant when he asked her not to expect too much. From him, did he mean - much giving? Or was he trying to tell her that he wouldn't last long? She knew both of those things well enough, but she could show him the first, and she'd managed to hold him off until she was ready last time. "Stop worrying," she murmured, then saw to it that he would.

The noises he was making were delicious - quiet little moans and surprised intakes of breath. She felt her own skin against his, arm and breast and nipples hardening in the cool air and brushing over him when she pressed herself close; and she felt him melting, warming - finally starting to relax. She kept up the motions, exploring him with fingers, lips and tongue, teasing against him with the feather.

But she wanted more. She wanted to see that look in his eyes - worship, awe, I've never felt like this before - absolute power. Lifted her eyes to look at him again and let the quill fall down next to them. Slipped her hand over his chest once more, then trailed ( ... )

nevilletherebel October 19 2007, 12:47:39 UTC

Rita would have been frightening if she wasn't so careful. Neville did not want to suspect how she might usually convince men to succumb to her many powers, but he knew that she was strong, and clever, and witty; that her body appealed to every desire. He wasn't a fool, or blind. He knew what she was, who she was. He could tell a beautiful woman when he saw one. But she was older than him; she had Slytherin tendencies and secrets hidden beneath eyeshadow and lipstick ( ... )

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