It's Not for Forever, but Just For Tonight//RICKY

[Lorcan Scamander]

((ooc: This is going to be a rough start, love. First time really playing Lorcan and all! I hope this setup works for you!))
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The interview with Mrs. Jordan had gone relatively well, even better than Lorcan had expected. Mrs. Jordan was not only beautiful, but a complete and utter madwoman, which didn't phase Lorcan in the slightest. For some reason she seemed to remind him of his mother. Perhaps it was the carefree whimsical-like attitude she had. Nevertheless, Lorcan found himself very fond of her, and her husband was nice as well.

He'd been granted the job and now all was left to do was to save some money - exchange it for muggle currency, and be on about his way to visit the Museum of London, or even the Globe Theater. It was no secret to anyone that muggles fascinated Lorcan. Everything about muggles, from their vehicles to their electronics fascinated him, which is why having this job meant everything.

Now all he had to do this summer, besides get to his muggle museum - sort things over with Lucy. They'd gone far too long without talking and he missed her. Too many things had happened between them, but they had been friends for far too long. She was special to him, and though he didn't think of her in that way, he still did love her.

Everything weighed heavily on Lorcan's conscious as he wiped at tables, half of the lights in the cafe were on, the other half off. It was closing time at the cafe and he'd only been on the job for three days. The first two went by relatively fast, bussing tables and taking orders, but today had been painfully long. He'd taken a double shift standing in for Will Archer and he was tired, not to mention hot. The temperature seemed to be increasing, instead of decreasing as the night grew. He stood up, wiped the sweat from his brow, and he took off his over shirt, revealing the sleeveless tank he wore underneath. After a deep breath, he closed his eyes, then exhaled.

Oblivious to his surroundings as usual, Lorcan didn't hear the footsteps coming near him.

[Erica Jordan]

Ricky had been working hard all this summer. In fact she'd been working so hard that she'd done very little else, which was boring, but at least it meant she had galleons in her pocket. Most people, she was sure, thought that Ricky Jordan was the kind of girl who took nothing seriously, and maybe that had been true a couple of years back, but her illness had made her re-evaluate, and she had realised that life was short and she had better start making plans. She had had many lonely months of quarantine to think about them, and since she had returned to school, they had solidified.

She did not like being a year below where she should be. She had nothing against the 6th years, but she still didn't really feel like one of them. She didn't really feel like one of the 7th years any more though either, and that was a surprisingly lonely feeling. Ricky had always been used to being part of a crowd. In short, she didn't really feel like she belonged at school any more, but being Ricky, she did not spend time feeling sorry for herself, but had turned the feeling into a positive plan instead. She had got a decent set of OWLs, but as she had no intention of going into the Ministry, or healer or teacher training, or anything like that, she saw no real need for NEWTs. They weren't compulsory, and Ricky's plans did not require them. She intended to leave when Roxie and the others graduated, although she hadn't told anyone except Roxanne that yet, and to that end, she was saving as much money as possible. And it could have been worse; her mother seemed to have taken pity on her, and kept hiring fit boys to work with her...

Her mother trusted her to lock up at nights these days, and she was busy putting things away in the kitchen and wiping surfaces, when she glanced round herself suddenly, and realised for the first time that all but one of the other staff had left already, leaving her alone in the cafe... except for Lorcan Scamander. Peeling off the plastic gloves she had been wearing to clean, she moved quietly into the dining area, a smirk lighting her features as she spotted him. He looked tired; that was newbies for you. Not that she was never tired herself, but still.

"Hey, gorgeous!" she greeted him cheerfully, as she approached him, "Don't stop the strip show because I'm here - I'm enjoying the view..."

[Lorcan Scamander]

Slightly caught of guard, Lorcan turned, a surprised look on his face which promptly dissolved into a grin of sheer embarassment, his cheeks reddened.

"Sorry," he mouthed, unable to stop the waves of laughter from taking hold. His boss's daughter had caught him stripping on the job, on his first day of work.

Perfect, he thought, though he hoped Ricky didn't make something if it. He didn't know her very well, but knew she was pretty nice and a bit rambuncious.

After a few more moments of laughter, his cheeks creasing up around his eyes, Lorcan smiled at her. "I don't normally do peep shows for free now, but since you're mum pays me, I guess we can call it even?"he suggested, his tone playful as he yanked.at his tank I'm hopes of getting some air flow.

"Nice night for accidental nudity, eh?" Lorcan joked once more, shrugging with a grin. None if his actions were occurring to him as flirty, however.

[Erica Jordan]

Ricky grinned at him, delighted to have made him blush, even as she joined his laughter, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Now, sweetie, I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure my mum doesn't pay you to strip for me," she teased, "She loves me, but not that much." She perched herself on the table next to the one he had been cleaning and eyed him with her usual obvious interest. Well, he was pleasant eye candy if nothing else. Nice arm muscles too. "Not that I'm complaining," she added, with another grin.

"Every night is a nice night for nudity, accidental or not. Not that I'd call you exactly nude right now, unfortunately," she tilted her head at him, "I did tell you you didn't need to stop. I'd love to see what you look like under that top," she said coaxingly. Unlike Lorcan, everything Ricky did was consciously and obviously flirty, but she didn't really care whether he responded or not. Of course, it would be fun if he did but Ricky could flirt with a brick wall if she had to. If you could even call her blatant come-ons flirting. And at the very least, she'd get to embarrass him a bit and see him blush again...

"Nobody here but the two of us," she added casually, "So you might as well..."

[Lorcan Scamander]

A look of feigned confusion and disappoint slipped over Lorcan's face, his brows twisted into an utter look of bewilderment as her words filtered through his thoughts. "Merlin," he started, the tone of his voice surprised. "I didn't know, I didn't know one bit - why in the world did she hire me then? You know, if I'm not stripping and all . . ." laughter continued to wrack Lorcan's body, his shoulder's shaking. He caught the glint in her eyes, pausing long enough to set his shirt down, and wipe across the table once more. Her flirty attitude wasn't entirely missed on Lorcan's end, but he wasn't seeing it as so much flirting, but rather friendliness.

His eyes glinted, counting down the tables he had left to clean while Ricky took a seat on one he'd just finished. A part of him was slightly annoyed at her seating, but his friendly nature shook it off; after all this was her mother's place. "Under my top?" responded Lorcan, missing her previous words, he'd been too busy counting tables, including the one her bum was currently perched on. "But I'm naked under my top - and I don't think toplessness is approved of in the work place because something tells me you'd be topless all the time. I mean, not that that is a bad thing or anything. You're pretty fit and . . ." he trailed off, wondering how much farther his foot could go in his mouth.

A grin of embarrasment slipped onto his face once more, his cheeks reddened and for a small moment he just considered taking his shirt off to stop feeling like an idiot, though he was certain workplace nudity was frowned up.

[Erica Jordan]

"Well, don't ask me," Ricky shrugged elaborately, "If it was me, I'd definitely have hired you to strip. In fact, we should suggest it to her. I bet it would bring loads of business - you and Archer could do a double act, how about it?"

The laughter bubbled out again at his apparent ludicrous naivety. "That, gorgeous, is precisely the point," she told him in the slow tones use to point out something obvious to someone stupid, although it had a definitely seductive undertone to it, "And approved of by who, because we're the only ones here, honey," she glanced at the windows, "The blinds are down to protect your modesty, and I definitely approve..." she lounged back on her hands, looking at him from under her eyelashes.

"Thanks - you're pretty hot yourself, and very cute when you blush," she smirked at him, not remotely fazed by his blundering, "Tell you what, if you'll take yours off, I'll take mine off," she offered with a wicked glint to her eyes. He probably wouldn't take her seriously - but she was prepared to prove how very wrong he was if so...

[Lorcan Scamander]

"You would have hired me solely for my body and not for my great work ethic, I don't know how to feel about this," Lorcan informed her, a look of contemplation falling over his face as he pretended to be deep in thought over the matter. He taped a finger to his chin, humming as he did so. "I'm not sure I like it, but I work alone," stated Lorcan with a flourish. Sweat rolled down his brow and he turned to see that Ricky was laughing, but more so from amusement. Why he was amusing, he wasn't sure.

The more she lounged about on the table he'd just cleaned, the more Lorcan wondered what exactly it'd take to get her to move. He felt like a cry baby, but he worked hard, and wanted to make a good impression on Mrs. Jordan. "I'm not modest," he maintained, considering her words. Slowly he was catching on to her blatant flirting - though very slow indeed. He looked around to see that indeed the blinds had been drawn, and that they were alone.

Hot, she'd just called him hot. It wasn't the first time he'd been called hot, but it'd been a while and he'd been iffy about playing around with girl's heads any more. But Ricky, she was different. "If I take my top off, will you get off the table? I'd like to try and keep it clean, you know. And I think your top half is nice - I mean your top. . ." foot in mouth syndrome once more. Way to go Lorcan, he huffed inaudibly. Way to go.

[Erica Jordan]

Ricky threw her head back and laughed cheerfully at him again. "Babe, if I ran this place, it would be full of beautiful bodies and we wouldn't serve any food," she informed him, still grinning, "In fact, it would basically be a strip joint, not a cafe." This was a lie, of course - Ricky considered that she'd make quite a good business woman, and she certainly worked hard enough in the cafe. "Aw, damn!" she went on, "Well, I'll still have to see if Archer's up for it... my own little private strippers..." she winked at him, never getting tired of being blatant. She found it quite a turn on, actually, that he was so oblivious. It made it more of a challenge.

"Oh, aren't you?" she retorted, "Why not prove it then?" she stared at him for a moment as he asked her to get off the table, then glanced down at it, the smirk reappearing on her face. "Oh sweetie, I'm sorry, didn't realise I was messing up your cleaning... But you got a deal," she grinned at him and slipped off the table, before breaking into giggles again,"Thanks, hon. I quite like my top half as well. Boobs are great, aren't they? You might get to see mine if you're good." She grinned mischievously at him and strolled up to him, standing much closer than was generally socially acceptable, and greatly enjoying pushing the boundaries. She put her hands on his chest and ran them slowly down it before fisting the bottom of his tank top in both hands, "Topless time, baby. And if you take your trousers off too, I'll help you clean the rest of the tables..."

She'd probably help him clean them anyway. But you'd never achieve anything if you didn't try...

[Lorcan Scamander]

"Wait, would your mum let you run it that way?" Lorcan deadpanned, his question a semi serious one. He was certain, since he'd only talked to her for a small moment, but he didn't think that Mrs. Jordan would want her lovely home turned into a stripper joint with no food served. The food that was served in the cafe had been a favourite of Lorcan's before he'd started working for her, he just couldn't see her not cooking. Those thoughts were completely unthinkable to Lorcan, however, and he shook his head - losing them from the crevices of his brain, they were too disastrous to take seriously. Instead, he opted for a shocked look as Ricky mentioned Will and private stripping lessons.

"He takes his clothes off for you too? Merlin, woman, you're insatiable!" he concluded with a grin, then a sheepish laugh at her challenge. He wasn't modest, but he was certainly beginning to feel like Ricky wanted something besides a strip show from him. "Boobs are nice, very much so - I mean, not that I spend a considerable amount of time looking at yours, though they're really nice," foot in mouth, foot in mouth. He glanced down at them quickly, standing still as she stood up. Suddenly his fears - well, not fears, never fears - but worries were confirmed, Ricky's hands were on his chest and he shivered slightly, his body responding to her touch. He didn't grinned, his cheeks growing red again as she demanded his shirt.

"Merlin, you're making me offers that are very inappropriate, but getting hard to refuse . . ." he sighed, missing the fact that that was indeed her point. He wondered if he should kiss her, but remembered how much shit his lips had gotten him into trouble before. What if Ricky was only toying with him and he kissed her, then he lost his job? What happened then . . .

[Erica Jordan]

"She'd love it!" Ricky asserted preposterously, "My mum would like nothing better than owning a strip joint - it's her secret wish." Actually, Ricky was very proud of her mum's cafe and wouldn't have changed it for anything. It was her home, and her childhood, and it had always been there. She felt as comfortable and at home in the cafe as she did in their actual house - hence she was perfectly happy to seduce boys in it, although admittedly, she'd have been happy to do that just about anywhere.

"Well, no," she went on regretfully, "Not yet, he doesn't, unfortunately. But I feel like it's only a matter of time..." He was cracking, he was definitely cracking - even a boy as innocent as Lorcan Scamander couldn't stay oblivious when she was offering to show him her boobs. Ricky was quite proud of that part of her anatomy. In fact, she was proud of pretty much every part of her anatomy.

"Glad you think so, though I think you could probably come up with better words than 'nice'," she told him with another wink, "Your arms are 'nice' too - are your abs as good? And I won't lie - I spend quite a lot of time looking at them..." sliding her hands under his top, she ran her fingers lightly round the top of his waistband, smirking as she felt him react. Boys were so easy... "You're blushing again, gorgeous," she whispered teasingly, "And in that case," he fingers reached his back and pulled him suddenly against her body, "Don't refuse... After all," she released him just as suddenly and stepped back from him - not far, but enough that her eyes could rake over him, her hands sliding out from inside his top, "All I'm asking you to do is take your shirt off..."

[Lorcan Scamander]

"But what about food?" he asked her incredulously, confusion as his face, though it dissipated rather quickly and was soon followed by a grin at the thought of Mrs. Jordan actually owning a strip joint. He knew she enjoyed cooking, but something told him that she probably would be okay with constant nudity if this was how Ricky responded to it. For a small moment his brain wandered off and he pondered how similar to her mother Ricky was, but those thoughts quickly disappeared, along with rapidly dwindling coherency.

Ricky's hands went from bunching up his shirt to under his chest, then to his waist band. What was she doing? Merlin what was she doing. Everything was blurring and his touch, her touch was warm and inviting - actually a little threatening, but he kind of liked it. "My, my - my abs? Uhm, well . . ." he stammered. Lorcan had kissed a girl before - that hadn't been an issue, but he'd never really fooled around with one before, and definitely not in her mother's restaurant.

"I well they're - they're . . . they're there. I can. . . uhm," he stammered, "I'm not blushing,' he lied, the heat rising in his cheeks. She pulled him close, and he shivered once more. His body responded without much thought and he leaned in, pushing out the thoughts of his poisoned lips out of his mind and kissed her. His hands flew to her hips and pulled her against him. For a moment he snogged her senseless, his tongue dancing against he as he backed her against one of the tables he'd just asked her to vacate. After a few moments he stopped, his eyes hazy and his breathing steep.

"I - oh - I - I should have asked, I'm sorry - I didn't . . . " he started, his hands still holding her body against his. He realised where his hands were and let go, stepping back. "I'm sorry, Ricky - I didn't mean to - I hope I didn't - I'm sorry," offered Lorcan once more as he kicked himself mentally. He'd probably just lost his job.

[Erica Jordan]

Ricky was slightly - very slightly - startled when he suddenly grabbed her and kissed her. She'd been expecting it to take longer, he'd been so hesitant (although she'd decided some time back that she was getting a snog out of this blushing, stammering boy tonight, if it was the last thing she did), but it seemed that a hand under his shirt was enough to light the spark - just as easy as the rest of them. Being Ricky, she recovered from her surprise almost instantly and kissed him back, grinning against his lips as she matched him for enthusiasm. Well, damn - tonight could be more interesting than she'd thought...

Her eyes were dancing when he pulled away, taking in the state of him - not that she was much better - and feeling a definite and satisfying degree of triumph. She might have spent the whole summer working instead of socialising, but she hadn't lost her touch - her teasing had really worked him up and by her standards, she'd hardly started.

Her smirk faded slightly as he stammered in panic and moved away from her, and she realised that he was serious. Her eyes slightly kinder, she stepped after him and grabbed his hand, not doing anything other than lace her fingers through his.

"Hey, Lorcan," she said gently, "Shut the fuck up, yeah?" she tugged on his hand, pulling him back towards her, "I just came onto you. I didn't ask before I stuck my hands up your top, did I? That was what I wanted you to do. And I kissed you back, so you can be pretty sure I'm not going to turn round and slap you... or tell my mum. I'm not that kind of person," the grin tugged at the corners of her mouth again, "And hey, who'd have thought it? Mr Nice-Guy can kiss like a pro..."

She stepped right up to him again, letting go of his hand and instead winding her arms round his neck and fitting her body to his, pressing sinuously up against him. "Fancy another go?" she murmured breathily.

[Lorcan Scamander]

His mind had gone into minor freak out mode, thoughts of all kind circling through his thoughts. Some of them were innocent, such as he still hadn't completely his cleanup tasks yet; others were less so. Like the thoughts of Ricky - without her shirt, her lips against his again. Teeth seized his bottom lip as he bit down - a nervous quirk he'd inherited from his father. Lorcan was indeed nervous, worry filled, and breathing heavy. His breath was hot and his heart beating fast - hard, which another part of his anatomy began to do as well. It wasn't until Ricky grabbed his hands, her fingers intertwining with his that he let his eyes meet hers.

Her dark brown orbs were glinting, and she was smiling - her voice had softened, calming Lorcan slightly. So he hadn't done anything wrong; that was good to know. Without protest he allowed her to pull him close, listening to her words. He couldn't help but let a grin slip through when she told him to shut the fuck up. He snorted, then smirked, shaking his head. "I didn't want to be too forward, I just - " he paused, unable to find the right words to relate his thoughts. "And these lips are dangerous -" Lorcan retorted, a serious look on his face as he thought of everything that had gone wrong because of them. "They suck - i've messed things up because of them, and of course I know how to kiss!" he responded, a light tone of indignation to his voice, which didn't last long at all - Lorcan could never stay mad, ever.

A large part of his brain was sending off warning signals that this wasn't a good idea, but the more dominant part weighed out, responding to Ricky's closeness by winding his arms around her waist and pulling her back against him. Once there was no room to breath, her their faces almost touching, Lorcan's hands gripped her hips, pulling them tightly against his.

He paused before kissing her, however, and let the feeling of her tight against him set in to outweigh the wary voices in his head. "Only if you're sure, because I'd like to, but there's so many reasons why we shouldn't, but a lot why we should too. Like your lips, they're really soft, and - and . . ." he rambled off, their lips almost touching, but not quite. He wanted her reassurance first, but didn't know if he could wait for it. Her lips were perfectly pouted and her breathing was laboured - frankly, he was quite turned on.

[Erica Jordan]

Ricky's thoughts were definitely far from innocent as his arms went round her. She found his hesitance and nervousness to be adorable, and rather than them being a turn off, all she wanted to do was push his buttons until he lost it - Ricky always loved a challenge. Not that Lorcan had really proved to be one - he was already very close to losing it, she thought... And she kind of liked the possibilities of what would happen when he did. How far would he be prepared to go? Definitely a bit further than this... She would get that damned top off him if it killed her. Her fingers had explored enough to believe that his bare chest would be quite a pleasant view...

"You weren't too forward," she told him, rolling her eyes. Was he actually serious? If either of them had been too forward, it certainly hadn't been him... "Don't be melodramatic. You're not going to mess anything up - there isn't anything to mess up," she told him easily, "Dangerous? Well, I'm a Gryffindor, we like danger, hadn't you heard?" She smirked widely, "I'm glad to hear they suck though, we might have to test that out..." she dug her fingernails lightly into the back of his neck, where her hands stil rested, "Mine are pretty good at sucking too..."

She grinned, triumphant again as his hands pulled her close - yes, she had him. She stayed in that position, feeling the heat of his body through their clothes. "Baby, if I wasn't sure, you'd know about it," she assured him, "I don't do 'not sure.' It's either yes or no. And right now, for kissing you, it's yes... Because I can't think of any of your reasons why not," she grinned cheekily at him, "And you're fucking fit." With that, she pushed herself onto the balls of her feet, pulling his head down to meet her and pressing her lips against his in a fierce kiss, although brief as she pulled away after only a few moments.

"You're still wearing that bloody top..." she told him breathlessly, her hands leaving his neck to find the bottom of the material again, this time pulling it up over his chest, looking admiringly at it as she did so, "Nice..." she breathed with a grin, the fingers of one hand skimming lightly over his abdomen.

[Lorcan Scamander]

Though her words were comforting, and sensical, Lorcan still waged an inside battle with himself, his past ventures in the love department getting to him. He was trying - hard - to get them out of his head, however, but still couldn't help the tiny nagging feeling that maybe this wasn't right. But if it wasn't right, why did it feel so bloody damn good? Her body snug against his, her hands resting around his neck - then pressing into his neck. He closed his eyes, letting lose a small murmur - a light moan - if you will, at the nails digging into his neck. His eyes went out of focus for a moment, closing and growing hazy as he focused on the feeling of her hands before reopening his eyes. Once again a grin spread across his face and he nodded. Could his cheeks get any redder? Perhaps and Ricky was determined to draw that crimson colour out, wasn't she?

"Well, it's not messing things up between - well, just in general they have a real way of screwing things up, but - I don't know," he tripped about his words attempting to explain himself, but finding it difficult due to the fact that he wasn't even certain any more. She was making him feel things in his body, which were stomping down on all coherency inside Lorcan's brain. "I've also heard that Gryffindors are quite impulsive, so I would very much well not like to be a regretted snog . . . " he told her truthfully as her nails danced on his neck once more. He was starting to lose his coherent thoughts again, thinking back to the points she'd made early in the conversation about a lot of this being her decision. Who was he to argue with someone who seemed concrete in their decisions?

He griped her hips tighter and involuntarily jutted his forward, his body taking over at the mere mention of her words. His eyes flew to her lips and he nodded, taken off guard as she forced her lips against his, the heat rising in him as his hands traveled from her hips to her bum, cupping two handfuls without thinking, his grin matched hers as she pulled back. Rising thoughts of apologies rose up in his mind, but he shoved them out - how many more times would she have to tell him that she wanted to fool about with him?

"You're fit too, and hot - and -" a list of compliments were set to roll out of his mouth, but were cut off as she grabbed his shirt again. He let go of her backside and held his arms straight, allowing her to take the top off. As he'd said before, he hadn't felt self conscious at all - working with his parents chasing those bloody creatures left him with a good build. A light laugh escaped his lips as her hand danced across his abdomen. He was indeed ticklish. "I told you I wasn't modest!" he announced with a flourish, his hands running up, then down her sides to the hem of her top. "I think we should match, it's only fair . . . " he told her matter of factly, he was finally letting lose completely and was now determined to enjoy just fooling about.