RP: Social Lessons

[tt_godric]

Date: 18 Feb 2002
Characters: Godric Gryffindor, Lisa Turpin
Setting: World's End Pub
Content: TBD (Love Potion Mini Plot)
Status: Private : Closed



Godric had been up since sun-up, as he normally was, and out hunting in the forest, finding several spots that he noted for the future. His backpack had several large birds in statis for storage in his 'cooler' as well as some to be given to his new friends, Kingsley and the Lady Lisa. The metal box beeped at him, reminding him that it was now morning hours for the others who lived on the settlement, and also signaling that he had agreed to meet the Lady Lisa for more lessons in social interactions.

Apparating to his home, he cast a defeathering spell and left the creatures to drain in the basin. He would attend to them later. Godric stored the backpack on the front 'deck' of his home and took a moment to rinse himself off in the shower, knowing that these folk were more regimented in their bathing routines. As he planned to continuing his explorations after the lessons, Godric donned another kilt and a sleeveless linen vest before summoning the metal box which Lady Lisa had told him was essential to the teachings.

Though his wand was stowed in the side of his boot, he slung his bow and quiver over one shoulder as well before apparating to the path behind the World's End Pub. He gave his head a shake, feeling oddly at ease for a moment before he attributed it to his growing familiarity with the pretty young woman, so much so that she had invited him to approach via the door to her side of the pub, where her quarters lay. Knocking firmly upon the door, Godric took note that there was no one on the back path.

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[tt_lisa]

Lisa heard the knock on the door and couldn't help a heavy sigh. She'd been looking forward to Godric's lessons over the last week and then this morning when she'd woken to have a glass of water - earlier than usual, attributed to nerves - she hadn't been able to sit still for a second. She'd cleaned her small flat in the back of the pub, and made sure again Paul knew she wasn't sure if she'd be in for the lunch shift and he'd be covering things. She tried to eat breakfast but only ended up having a cup of coffee before taking a very long, very hot shower and drying and curling her hair by hand rather than by magic. She put aside her usual black tank top and jeans and chose instead a fitted button up in violet, leaving the top buttons undone, and a pair of dark jeans that she wouldn't dare wear to the pub - they were too nice and too dark and too tight to ever be useful at work.

She was barefoot and doing her best to breath deeply when the knock came. Then without her permission her body sighed and she found herself absentmindedly turning the buzzer on her datapad off and setting it on the side table next to her comfortable loveseat before wandering to answer it.

Lisa couldn't help the small intake of breath, the interested smile that came over her face when she saw him. Godric Gryffindor - stately and gorgeous and fascinating in even the most boring of circumstances - standing in a sleeveless vest and kilt, complete with a bow slung over his back. She couldn't help the way she looked up his arms before making it to his face and greeting him with a low, "Good morning," and stepping back to let him into her apartment.

[tt_godric]

The door opened and the breath went out of Godric. Lady Lisa was a Goddess. How had he not seen that before? She was a vision out of one of Merlin's fantasies, he was certain. All thoughts of why he'd came here went out of his head and Godric felt his heart rate speed up recklessly as he stepped into her quarters.

Dropping to one knee, he caught her hand and kissed it, breathing in her delectable scent. "M'lady, ye be a vision of a goddess. Would that I could earn your grace for thee to look upon me favorably," he purred, pressing his forehead to the back of her hand.

[tt_lisa]

Lisa watched him land on his knee and felt goosebumps move quickly up her arms, spreading to a fire in her belly at the sound of his voice. She couldn't be sure, of course, what he had said, but she licked her lips and grinned, "Stand up," she got out, still in that low, foreign voice that she was sure sounded like sex. The fire in her belly moved and suddenly the loneliness, the ache she'd been feeling since coming to the settlements overwhelmed her, mixed with the craving she'd felt for Godric the first night she met him, the need slammed in to her and she feared the very thought of him walking back out her door for any reason at all. She needed him on her, his lips, his incredible arms, and she needed it now.

[tt_godric]

Godric knew something was off, not right but he couldn't place what the problem was, couldn't put a name to the issue, though it lingered in the back of his thoughts. All he could focus on was her, what she wanted, and what he needed from her.

He rose as she commanded, standing far closer than would be proper for a lady of the court but he could not control himself, needing more like an untested youth that he was not. Sliding one hand along the curve of her neck, he slanted his lips over hers in a hard, needy kiss, his free hand raking down over her voluptuous curves. Every second that he touched her, Godric felt a powerful need for more. Breaking the kiss, he purred, "I have need of thee, mlady, for thou hast bewitched me."

[tt_lisa]

Lisa breath hitched when he stood, unable to stop herself from reaching out to run her hands tentatively up his arms, and when he kissed her she couldn't stop herself from opening up to him, letting him deepen the kiss in a way that made her dizzy. She'd never been kissed like this.

"I think maybe I'm the one under the spell," she breathed back in response, grabbing for him and pulling him in for another kiss, her arms wrapping possessively around his neck and broad shoulders.

She moved back, pulling him with her toward the loveseat, all thoughts of lessons and logistics escaping her.

[tt_godric]

Her lips met his again, boldly and surely, and Godric was more than willing to be led to the soft chaise upon which he drew her down, under him, one hand firmly at the curve of her voluptuous hip, the other cupping her head as he returned the kiss.

Godric hissed a word under his breath, breaking the kiss only for a moment to do so and the beautiful woman's top and bottoms were banished. His concentration level wasn't significant enough to actually reassemble the garments, however. His hand cupped her breast over the lacy thing that protected them, humming deep in his throat at the plush weight but it wasn't enough. He needed more.

Releasing his hold at the back of her neck, Godric stroked down the curve of her body, divesting her of the lacy things that kept him from the soft silk of her skin. She was exquisite. Godric drew back from the kiss with a low growl, taking only a moment to slip out of his vest and lift his kilt, not able to hold back another moment. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her lips as he guided his cock into the wet heat between her legs, sinking slowly to the hilt with a groan.