RP: So I Went to the Ark for Plants...

[tt_cecilia]

Date: 18. February, 2002
Characters: Cecilia Proudfoot and Charlie Weasley
Setting: The Ark, late morning
Content: Very Mature
Status: Open: Private, Complete


Striding up to the counter in the main building by the Ark entrance, Cecilia held up her identification card to the man there. “Cecilia Proudfoot,” she introduced herself. “I have a 9 o’clock arrangement for a guide to help me retrieve plant samples.”

“Proudfoot…” the man muttered, checking over a list before he nodded and looked back up at her. “Yes, yeah, that’s still on. If you’ll just stick around, I’ll send them your way, yeah?”

Cecilia sent him a smile and nodded. “Is it alright if I wait outside?” The man nodded and again she nodded that she had understood, and went outside to take a seat on the steps leading down to the open place in front of the building.

With her backpack between her feet she started rummaging through it, checking to make sure that she had everything she needed. Clippers and bags for samples, her water bottle – which she moved to the outer pocket for easier access – and protective gloves, just in case. Looking down at the bottle, she rethought that decision. Yes, it was an unreasonably warm day and she would need the water, but it would keep cooler inside the backpack. Rather than make it less accessible, she cast a cooling Charm on it, and tightened the band that would keep it in place.

As she sat there on the steps, watching the people that milled by, she couldn’t help but notice their clothes. Maybe she wasn’t exactly dressed to be around animals, but she had found it too warm to wear anything but her boots, shorts and tank top. Oh well, she would have to Transfigure what she had if need be.

Pulling out the bottle of water, she took a long drink and let the delightful calm settle in her.

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[tt_charlie]

Sending Viktor off for the day, Charlie finished tending on the Horntail's injured front paw, speaking soothingly as he applied a glop of the medicine and then wrapped it with a light gauze. There was a light sedative in the medicine, enough to calm the touchy Horntail and keep her from flying too far from the sanctuary for a few days.

A reminder beep had him cleaning up the goop from his hands and storing the containers in a small shed just outside her enclosure. Charlie retrieved his t-shirt from on top of the shed and tossed it over one shoulder absently as he picked up one of the water bottles sent over from the desalinization plant that morning. It was the Command Center's new effort to make sure everyone stayed hydrated as the temperature's rose with the upcoming Spring weather.

He carried it with him as he hiked back to HQ to meet the herbologist surveyor. Charlie had been expecting a man but it was clear from her gear that the woman on the steps was his assignment. Charlie approached with a smile, holding out his hand. "Heya, Charlie Weasley. I'll be taking you out to the site today. Is there anything you need before we get started?" he asked.

[tt_cecilia]

Leaning back on the stairs, Cecilia enjoyed the warm rays of sun, figuring that now was the time to do it, as it would most likely be too warm later in the day. She hummed softly to herself, closing her eyes for a minute, when something had her open her eyes again. She didn’t know what had caused her to do so, but when she did her entire focus narrowed onto the prime example of manhood whose direction was set towards her.

Tilting her head slightly, she watched him until he was standing in front of her, and she wondered if he knew how that shirt across his shoulder made him even more enticing than had he left it off completely. She figured he did. Plenty of people had probably let him know, and if they hadn’t they were bloody fools. Her lips quirked into a smirk when he introduced himself; she knew who Charlie Weasley was, but she didn’t recognize him until now. He had been a couple of years after her in school, different house, but he had been a Quidditch Captain, so his name had been familiar even when she had learned that the Leader of Ark Operations was one Charlie Weasley.

“Hello, Charlie,” she greeted him, accepting his hand as she came to stand right in front of him. “Nice to meet you, I’m Cecilia Proudfoot.” Still holding his hand, she tried to push past the haze his presence cast on her mind. The warmth from his body was detectable against her own skin, though she was only touching his hand, but sweet Helga he smelled good. “No, no, I have everything I need in my…” she licked her lips forcing her mind back on track, “… in my bag.” Scooping up her bag and slinging it over one shoulder, she finally let go of his hand and gestured toward the opening in the fence. “Lead the way.”

[tt_charlie]

The woman, Cecilia, seemed a bit distracted but he assumed she'd been using her datapad which tended to make people unfocused on what was around them. When she released his hand, Charlie uncapped the water bottle and took a drink, nodding as he turned back toward the trail leading up to the area opposite the dragon nests. The range was full of the island's mostly-harmless birds. He felt an odd wave wash over him and assumed it was dehydration so he took another, long draw of the water before capping it.

"You, um, came prepared," he stated, glancing down at the herbologist and then it hit him like a hit to the head. Sweet Merlin, why did they have to send such a gorgeous creature here for this assignment? He was going to make a fool of himself, he was certain. She was so sexy and radiant. Should he put his shirt back on? No. If he had any chance at all of this amazing woman noticing him, he had to hope that his body was attractive enough for her. "I can take that for you. The, um, trail gets steep. I wouldn't want you to get hurt," he offered, breathing a sigh of longing.

[tt_cecilia]

“Yeah, it’s not my first time in the field,” Cecilia chuckled. Who would have known that Charlie Weasley was this funny? Cecilia wouldn’t have, and she suddenly understood what all the fuss about him back at school had been. She now saw the physical wonder that he was, heard the alluring tone in his deep voice, a voice that reverberated through to the innermost part of her and made her breathing grow slightly shallow.

She had just started sliding her other arm into the strap of her backpack, when another one of Charlie’s many, many positive traits showed through; she would have never guessed him to be this much of a gentleman, and though she doubted he’d be able to fit her designed-for-a-witch backpack – adjusted to fit her body specifically – onto his broad, tanned, no beautifully freckled, and perfectly muscular shoulders, she shrugged it off and held it out to him. “Thank you so much, Charlie,” she gushed, smiling dreamily up at him, a small gasp escaping her when his fingers brushed against hers. “That is so sweet, so sweet…”

[tt_charlie]

He stood a bit straighter, shoulders back, knowing that she was looking at him. Dammit, why did he have to be at work with dirty boots and worn out jeans? That was not going to impress her. Not by a long shot, he thought morosely.

She handed him her backpack and it was clearly fitted to her smaller frame but he looped it over one shoulder instead. Seeing that the trail was beginning to wind up the path, where the forest began to creep close to the trail, he held out his hand. "Oh, this? No, it's nothing, really. I don't mind doing it for you. Here, the trail gets rocky just up here. You'll, um, need steady footing."

[tt_cecilia]

Cecilia had always thought that small backpacks on large men looked silly, but with Charlie she found that to be completely untrue. Her backpack had never looked better than it did resting against his broad back, moving against the muscles that rippled under that taut skin. As the forest narrowed in on the path, she drew closer to him.

She nearly swooned when he held his hand out to her. As an Herbologist she was used to taking care of herself, to navigating often very difficult terrains, but Charlie obviously being the perfect gentleman that he was, not only carried her backpack but also wanted to help her across the unsteady ground. “Maybe nothing to a big, strong man like yourself,” she chirped and took his hand. It was large and warm and calloused and gentle, and Cecilia sighed when he closed his fingers around her hand. “But it’s a big help for me and it-“ She had been about to explain to him how much it meant to her that he did this for her, when her foot slipped on the unsteady rocks, making her hold on his hand tighten, as she swung her free arm to regain her balance, only finding it when she caught hold of his arm. “Wow,” she breathed, he really was strong, at least if the muscles under her fingers were anything to go by.

[tt_charlie]

If he could have puffed his chest out more, he would have at her sweet words, her small, feminine hand felt like heaven in his. Charlie wanted nothing more than to feel those hands on him, it would be heaven, he knew it.

She slipped in her footing and he held firmly to her hand, keeping her stable even as her other hand rose and curled on his arm. He smiled warmly, pausing in his step to make sure she was okay. He wanted her to be more than okay. "Are you all right?" Charlie asked, stroking her hair back as he looked down into those beautiful eyes.

He wanted so badly to kiss her and then he was, bending his head, slipping his arm around her waist and pressing his lips to hers in a passionate, exploring kiss.

[tt_cecilia]

“Mm, hmm,” was all Cecilia managed, nodding to back up her statement. She was more than alright. Everything that could have possibly been wrong or the faintest bit un-all-right turned positively wonderful the moment Charlie put his hands on her. He was so tender, she found, the way he brushed back her hair, and the look in those amazingly blue eyes made her think she could be perfectly happy just looking at them for the rest of eternity.

He was so close she could feel his breath on her face, and she found that looking into his eyes wasn’t enough. She wanted more, she wanted… Tilting her head slightly, she moved forward, meeting him as he bent his head down and easily stepped into his arms. Her own arms looped around his neck and she rose up on the very tip of her toes, just to be nearer to him. She buried her fingers in his messy long hair, moaning softly into the kiss as she surrendered completely to his explorations. “Touch me, Charlie,” she managed, pleading in a breathy whisper against his lips, before let it deepen again.

This was heaven, pure and simple, but even better than being kissed by Charlie, was the fact that he wanted it. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t give to him or do for him, as long as it made him happy.

[tt_charlie]

Her arms slipped around his neck and Charlie thought he couldn't possibly be happier than right then, and then his lips touched hers and she melted against him, and he knew that he could, he could be happier. She fit perfectly against his body. Charlie never wanted to be separated from her now. She belonged with him.

There was a small, small voice in the back of his thoughts, saying one word - dragons, but Charlie pushed it aside in favor of encouraging the deepening kiss, hot, soft tongues dancing in unison as his hands caressed down the curves of her gorgeous body. He couldn't get enough of her. His left hand rose from her hip, cupping one perfect breast with a deep sigh.

Again, the voice drifted to the surface. She was here for something. Not for him. For something else. What was it again? He didn't want to disappoint her by keeping her from that. "Tell me what you need, Cecilia. Anything, I'll do anything if it makes you happy," he purred against the corner of her mouth.

[tt_cecilia]

Being in Charlie’s arms felt so right, like coming home after having been lost for years and years. He was warm and safe, everything she hadn’t known was missing in her life and no matter what, she couldn’t let him go again.

Cecilia lost herself in his kiss, loosing herself in his taste and the feel of him against her. She registered what made his breathing shift, wanting nothing but to make him feel good, make him happy. Her hand cupped his strong jaw as the other tangled in his hair. The warmth of his hand on her breast took her breath away, making her gasp and her entire body feel ready to burst into flames.

She gasped for air when the kiss eased off, but she couldn’t stop touching him, couldn’t pull away from him, her face constantly touching his. His rumbling voice seeped through the layers of haze in her mind. Oh, she could listen to him talk about anything, just to hear his deep, resonant voice. She moaned softly, beyond happy when she heard his request. He was concerned about her happiness? Charlie Weasley, the man she was obviously meant for in this world, wanted to make her happy. If only he knew… “You,” she panted, loving the way his beard tickled against his lips when he spoke. “I need you, Charlie.”

Turning her head a fraction to the side, she found his lips again, pouring every bit of love she felt for this wonderful man into it, wanting him to feel how much he was wanted. The screech of a bird above them reminded her of the fact that they were in the middle of the jungle that was used as a habitat for the animals. “Is it safe here?” she asked, murmuring against his lips.

[tt_charlie]

Her words were like heaven to his ears and Charlie grinned broadly, holding her tighter, his hand slipping to the edge of her shirt, ready to pull it off when she asked if they were safe. Of course they were safe, it was a section of the reserve that did not hold any new species but a vague recollection of a little bird species that liked to bite came to him. No, Charlie wouldn't want any of those devilish little creatures to hurt Cecilia.

Slipping his wand from his pocket, Charlie considered casting a warding spell but that was complex and his thought processes were still on the need, the utter need for her. Keeping his hold on her waist, he did the next best thing, apparating them both to his private room at the HQ Center. "Safe and private, darling," he purred, dropping his wand and scooping her up, carrying her to his bed, where he made short work of shimming off her shorts, tossing them aside so he could kiss and caress his way up her long, slender legs, over the curve of her hip, pushing her top up as he progressed up to suckle her breast.

He felt her move, taking off her top, and Charlie purred against her breast, stroking his free hand, caressing her waist and thighs, striving to make her feel as good as he possibly could because that was the only thing that would make him happy. She wanted him. It was overwhelming to think of. He would do anything to deserve this woman.

[tt_cecilia]

Cecilia’s heart fluttered; Charlie was so sweet and wonderful, so considerate that she couldn’t think of anybody who even reached this level of chivalry, when he Apparated the two of them out of the forest and into what she figured was his own room at the Ark. She could have shrieked with joy! His own room! Which meant that was his bed he was laying her down on. Breathing in deeply Cecilia could smell him all around her, his scent lingering in his bed linen.

Anxious to remove any obstacles that would keep him from doing he wanted, she toed off her boots while he first undid and then completely removed her shorts and knickers. His lips were scorching, adding fuel to the fire that had been ignited by his kiss in the forest. Each one drew a small gasp or longing sigh from her, knowing that with each one, he moved closer to her.

Tossing her shirt off to the side, she arched her back, offering him the access to her breast that he was obviously wanting. There was nothing she wouldn’t give to him, and she felt like the luckiest woman in the world, that she had something he wanted. “Oh, Charlie,” she breathed, her fingers caressing down his arm to his fingers on her thigh. “Tell me what you need,” she whispered, her whisper cut off by a needy moan with a swipe of his warm tongue against her sensitive nipple. Her breasts felt heavy, her body ready to burst into flames with want for him. “Tell me what you like.” Reaching between them, she began undoing his trousers, wanting to feel more of that amazingly warm skin that covered his formidable body.

[tt_charlie]

"More of you," he purred, laving his tongue around her pebbled nipple, nipping lightly along the swell of her perfect breast as he felt her fingers at his trousers. He was harder than he'd ever felt himself before and he knew it was for this incredible woman writhing beneath him as he reluctantly abandoned her delectable breast to lean back and up onto his knees, shucking his jeans as quickly as possible.

Charlie looked down at her, sprawled across his bed, so beautiful, like a goddess and he was dizzy with need and love for her. Crawling up the length of her body, he paused only to kiss and nip his way along the curve of her calf, thigh, hip and the hollow of her belly before advancing up, suckling harder on the opposite breast, revealing in the moans and gasps escaping from her lips.

Slipping a free hand under her leg, he lifted it, curling it over his waist before guiding his hard cock to her warmth, sliding into her slowly, feeling her body give as it wrapped around his cock until he was sheathed to the hilt inside her. Charlie groaned, low and deep as he began thrusting, taking cues from her responses. "That's it, beautiful. You feel so good. Like you were made for me. Tell me how you like it," he encouraged her.

[tt_cecilia]

“More of me…” Cecilia chuckled, moaning happily at the way his warm tongue made the direct connection between her nipple and her clit very obvious to her. “Oh, love, oh, Charlie love, I’m all yours,” her heart pounded at the thought that she had what Charlie wanted, and that he wanted more of it. “All of me and more,” she assured him in a needy breath, certain that if he ever stopped touching her she would die.

The few moments it took him to peel off his jeans, felt like an eternity. Cecilia yearned for him, her entire body felt deprived for not being against Charlie’s, but sweet Helga he was a sight to behold, a naked god for whom she would give and do anything to please. His lips left a trail of burning marks in their wake, making Cecilia, if possible, even more ready for him.

She gasped when he first pushed into her. As he filled her, inch by deliciously thick inch, every little piece of the puzzle that was her life began falling into place, starting all the way back when her parents had been killed and she had found solace in the plants in her grandparents’ garden. It had all led up to this, to her going to the Ark for the plants to meet Charlie Weasley. And best of all; Charlie felt it too! Cecilia nodded, agreeing with him. She was made for him. It was all so clear to her now.

He filled her so perfectly, so amazingly that each thrust made her moan with the pleasure that was building rapidly. “Hard,” she told him, gasping with the need for him. There was a hunger that needed satisfying now, then they could go slow and gentle afterwards. “Want it good for you. Oh, sweet Helga.” Closing her eyes tightly, she whimpered with pleasure when he hit the spot that made stars dance in front of her eyes. This wouldn’t take long, she knew that, but if she could just make it last long enough for him to find his pleasure too, then that was all that mattered to her.

Anxious to be closer to him, she reached up and pulled him down into a deep, passionate kiss.

[tt_charlie]

'"Yes, love, anything you want," he agreed quickly, one hand shifting to her hip to hold her as he drove himself harder and deeper into her wet heat. It was better than anything he'd ever felt before. This was heaven, he was sure of it. They were made for each other. It had been awful that it had taken them this long to find each other but Charlie wasn't going to let her out of his life now. Not for anything.

There were few rational thoughts in his head, just the need for her and to be close to her, driving him forward and submitting to her demands, his lips hard against hers in a hungry kiss as her body shivered and went taunt beneath him, swallowing her cry of pleasure with a groan of his own as he spilled into her heat. He kept moving, listening to the deeply joyful sounds of her pleasure until he could no longer sustain it, collapsing down to one elbow, his forehead buried in the crook of her neck, panting.

A delicious, full feeling of sated happiness washed over him and Charlie flopped to his side, drawing Cecilia with him as he did, snuggling her as close as he could. He was drowsy from the adrenaline and passion, but thought to cast a 'do not disturb' spell on the door. "Just a short nap," he murmured against her hair, pressing a sleepy kiss there as he began to drift off, more content and happier than he'd ever felt before.

[tt_cecilia]

Charlie’s breath was warm against her neck as they lay together, both struggling to catch their breaths. She could feel his heart pounding furiously against her breast, the same breast the only a few minutes ago he had been suckling in a way that made her toes curl with pleasure. He was still inside of her, a warm, comfortable weight around which she could feel herself twitch as she came down from the high he had just taken her to.

There was no struggle from her when he turned onto his side, she simply burrowed closer to him, relishing in the feeling of being held this close to her. “Sleep, love,” she whispered and kissed his chest. A light sheen off sweat was the physical proof of his efforts that she could taste. Cecilia tilted her head up a little, just enough to watch his face. She knew he was handsome, but the sight of him this relaxed, this sated took her breath away. He was beautiful, there was no other word for it, and she felt a joy that she had been able to give him this, and she knew without a doubt that she would spend the rest of her life making him happy. For all she cared, this didn’t have to be just a short nap, she thought as sleep began to take her over, if she could be in Charlie’s arms, she would happily spent the rest of eternity like this.