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

[Erica Jordan]

Ricky couldn't help but smirk again at his reaction to her nails in his neck. In fact, all his reactions were perfection in her opinion; she loved that she was able to get them from him, and they were turning her on more than a bit. He was so uptight though... when would he realise that it was ok just to have a bit of fun? That she wasn't either some bitch who would turn on him the moment he went any further, or a fragile princess he had to be careful with?

"Your lips aren't jinxed, babe," she murmured, looking up at him, "Just let it go... Whatever you've screwed up, this isn't then and I'm not those girls..." She didn't know what it was he was referring to, but he clearly thought that he'd done bad things by kissing people in the past. Maybe he'd hurt someone - maybe he'd been hurt himself... Either way, it didn't matter because nobody was going to get hurt here. Unless he backed out now. "The only snogs I regret are bad ones," she informed him with a grin, "And so far, this has been pretty good, though it could get better if you stopped worrying..." she raised her eyebrows at him teasingly.

Her own breath caught in her throat as his hips pushed forwards, the gleam coming back into her eyes as she felt his hands on her arse. This was more like it - he was getting the idea now, and he clearly wasn't completely clueless about how to feel a girl up... His hands felt nice, and she'd have liked to keep them there if she hadn't been so determined to get his shirt off. And he was co-operating now, so she pulled it off over his head, discarding it to one side without a thought as she focussed appreciatively on his now naked torso.

"How come it took so long then?" she retorted with a grin, laughing at him and digging her fingers gently into his ribs as she noted his reaction. Her laughter continued although the pace of her breathing increased as she felt his hands running up and down her sides.

"Well..." she said teasingly, pretending to think about it, "I suppose I did promise that I'd take mine off if you took yours off... Though technically, I took yours off, so I'm not sure that counts..." she smiled wickedly and stepped back from him a little, "Just for you though, gorgeous," she told him, her voice low and seductive (although her words were obviously rubbish, since she'd taken her top of for more than one boy in the past). She took hold of the bottom of her own top and with painful slowness, pulled it up, letting her hands linger across her own midriff as she did so, putting on a show for him. She paused just before pulling it over her bra, to meet his eyes, catching her lower lip between her teeth and giving him a long look for which the only accurate description would be 'eyefuck'. Then she pulled it off the rest of the way, sending it to the floor after his, and standing still for a moment to give him a chance to look, glad that she'd worn a nice bra that day.

[Lorcan Scamander]

Lorcan's mouth opened to retort to her words when suddenly nothing seemed to matter much any more. Ricky's bright brown eyes were staring straight at him, her shirt was hitched up, and she was breathing heavily. All sensible responses, and semi elegant retorts went out the window. Which was a shame, too, since he'd had a good one in response to her comment about his modest. He'd wanted to tell her that all good things came to those who waited, but that was really insignificant now. Even more so as her hands rested on her middrift and he could almost feel her firm bum under his hands once more. He'd declared to himself a few moments prior that he was giving up on thinking and just going with the flow, and her current state of cemented his thoughts (which all happened to be spiraling toward the x-rated lane).

"Wow - you're - fuck -" he articulated, attempting to throw his thoughts all out at once, but failing miserably to gain a semblance of words. "You're. . ." he started again, but gave up. He wasn't sure what to do next - he'd never been this far with a girl before - but decided to do what she'd complimented him on: kissing. With two strides forward, he grabbed her waist, feeling the warm, soft flesh beneath his finger tips, and leaned forward to meet her lips. Tongues danced as he let his hands run up then down her sides, resting on her hips as he deepened the kiss. His breathing grew harsher and he let his hands travel back to where they'd vacated when she'd demanded his shirt.

In all truth, he wasn't sure what to do, but he wanted his hands everywhere; he wanted his lips everywhere. He broke away from her lips and began placing kisses along her jaw, then her neck (this much he had done before), letting them come to a rest as his hands kneaded her bum and his lips gently sucked at the skin.

Well, this was a pleasant work shift, he thought, grinning against her neck and laughing slightly. "Didn't think I'd have this much fun cleaning up . . ." he murmured, barely finding the words to speak as his lips found her neck again.

[Erica Jordan]

Ricky simply stood, and smirked as he gaped like a fish out of water, enjoying the attention and the reaction. She had played this game plenty of times before, and she was good at it, but it never became any less fun to make a boy lose the power of speech.

“So eloquent, Scamander…” she teased him, “I’ll take it as a complient though…” He took her by surprise again when he grabbed her, but she wasn’t complaining – she’d meant to make him lose it, and he had. Vaguely, as his lips pressed against hers, she wondered how far he’d want to go… She was fairly sure – from the way he acted – that he was less experienced than she was, but he was also clearly a normal boy with normal hormones, who would presumably not refuse a blowjob… whether he’d be expecting one or not was a different matter. Maybe she’d surprise him…

However these thoughts faded rapidly as his hands wandered and she began to get lost in his kiss. Because Merlin, whatever else he was, he was hot, and an amazing kisser. Her own hands weren’t still either, exploring his back and shoulder blades, and then down his arms, nails digging in again, this time in response to what he was doing to her neck. She moaned her approval of this and tilted her head back; Ricky was never shy of being vocal when she liked something.

She laughed breathlessly at his words. “Glad you’re having fun. This is how we rock at the Tamarisk Tree – best get used to it. At least when I’m working…” she smirked, then decided that he was doing a good enough job to be made to feel a bit special at least, and went on, “Though I’ve never stripped off for anyone in here before… Oh fuck…” she added, as his lips found her neck again, her eyes flickering closed and words hard to form, “’S’good… don’t stop…”

However, it struck her as unfair that he was doing more to turn her on right now that she was to him, so she slipped a hand between them and ran it lightly over the bulge in the front of his trousers, using her nails gently, and opening her eyes again to watch his reaction..

[Lorcan Scamander]

Ricky's hands began to follow suit with Lorcan's and Lorcan's response was no longer something he could exactly control. He'd never really experienced anything like this before. Sure he'd had the occasional snog - more than a few of those kisses had gotten him into quite a bit of trouble - but none of those kisses had felt quite like this. He hadn't really wanted more from them either. He'd been satisfied with just lips against lips, but right now Ricky was making him want more, to feel more. He wanted to know what she felt like against him, and even more importantly - what she looked like under the rest of her clothes. She felt like a slice of heaven - her skin warm and soft; and the sounds he was managing to get out of her - they were only making things so much better; they were giving him the proof he needed that everything was okay - that this was okay.

He paused for a moment, grinning at her words, then continued on, brushing the hair on her neck away, his hands continued to roam across her body once more. They seemed to enjoy resting on her backside as they made their way back there again, pulling her close, snug against him, only to meet her hand resting on a very sensitive spot. He moaned, heavily, his hips bucking and his hands groping tighter. His words mirrored her own, "Oh fuck" and he found himself dragging his lips lower on her chest. In between kisses and nibbles, he laughed at her words, his breath hot against her skin.

"If you promise not to stop, I won't either," he agreed, his tone serious. He didn't know where they were going, and for once the lust that clouded his mind seemed to lift the veil of obliviousness. "I really like working with you . . . "

[Erica Jordan]

Ricky had been having fun since the start, but when she'd initiated the whole thing, she hadn't really expected it to come so far. It had just been her usual outrageous flirting technique, but she supposed that when you were alone in a building, the doors locked and the blinds down, it was easy for flirting to lead to more... And now she definitely didn't mean to stop at just a snog. Ricky wasn't shy of her sexuality, or embarassed to show that she enjoyed all forms of fooling around, and right now lust for him was raging through her. Getting the rest of his clothes off seemed like an appealing idea... and hers too, because those roving hands definitely felt better on bare skin.

She laughed raggedly at his reaction, although she couldn't deny that his hips pushing forwards into hers made her breath catch. "Like that, do you?" she teased, squeezing gently where her hand still rested. However it was her turn to moan again, arching herself up towards as his lips moved down - not far enough though, and for a moment her thoughts were coherent enough to wonder how she should get him to realise that she wanted him to get right to her breasts. She solved this for herself however by sliding her hand out from between them and reaching round to her back again. With one deft move, she unhooked her bra and wriggled her shoulders slightly to loosen the straps as it fell away. To make up for moving her hands, she rolled her hips, slow and deliberate, against his, looking up to meet his eyes.

"Oh, I'm not planning on stopping, babe," she reassured him with a grin, "This is way too much fun..." She ran her hands round him again, finding the same part of his anatomy that he seemed to like holding so much on her, and giving him a squeeze, turning things around a little by attacking his own neck with her lips, kissing her way up to his ear, then biting down, not entirely gently, on the soft skin just below it.

[Lorcan Scamander]

A straggled moan of appreciation gurgled from Lorcan's lips as Ricky's hand squeezed a very sensitive part of his anatomy. He showed his thanks by letting his teeth graze the skin at the nape of her neck and his hands squeeze her bum once more. His breathing hitched and he grinned. When she moved to drop her hands a thought rang through the lust crowded brain and he looked at her, confused - had she changed her mind? It was going to be a difficult shift had she done so. His fears were refuted, however, as she wiggled out of her bra. Lorcan's mouth fell open slightly and he couldn't believe his eyes. They danced across the exposed flesh approvingly, another intense groan left his lips as Ricky rolled her hips up against his. He was quite certain how long he could continue this before he needed more - and he didn't want to push her into anything she was ready for - though he was quite certain she was ready for more than he currently was.

Ricky's eyes met his, and Lorcan attempted to focus on her face and return her look with a smile, but her exposed chest and grinding hips made it very difficult. She sent him over the top thoughwhen she squeezed his bum and bit down on his ear. Both of his hands, which were roaming her back side lifted her up, pulling against him. He carried her the couple of paces back to against the table he'd cleaned earlier and asked her to vacate. His hands roamed her body, her sides, her breasts - where he wasn't quite sure how to handle himself. He solved his problem by tracing the cleft between them down to her navel, then back up again. His hands fell to her waist and he then returned his mouth to her neck.

He wasn't sure how long he could keep this going. His trousers were becoming painfully tight.

[Erica Jordan]

Ricky giggled as he gaped like a fish out of water, and made no protest at all as he picked her up, simply wrapping her legs round his waist and her arms round his neck so that she didn't fall. That pressed their chests together, and she revelled in the feeling of skin to skin, stealing a kiss from his lips as he walked.

He put her on the table, and she relaxed her legs a little, but left them draped casually round his, and arched into him with a moan as his hands explored her body. Although he was nowhere near as confident and experienced as a lot fo guys she had been with, there was something amazing about the very fact that he didn't really know what to do with himself... And it slipped into Ricky's head that she'd always sworn she wouldn't have sex for the first time with someone for whom she was just a notch in a bedpost... and with Lorcan she wouldn't be, would she? He was no player... not that she had anything against players either, except that a lot of them didn't really respect the girls they slept with... But Lorcan Scamander was different...

She let her head fall back again in pleasure at the feel of his lips on her neck, though his hands weren't quite doing what she wanted them to... Ricky moved her own hands to take hold of and move them, gently but firmly, to cup her breasts, then grinned up at him.

"Don't be shy, Scamander..." She wrapped her legs tighter, pulling him hard against her, feeling the bulge in his trousers and laughing, although she was just as turned on as he was... "Something tells me you want me..." she told him breathlessly, a wicked gleam in her eye as she let go of his hands and dragged her nails down his chest instead, moving her lips so that she would whisper in his ear, breath hot against him. "You're in luck, because I want you too... And shag me properly and I might help you clean the rest of the tables afterwards..." To drive her point home, she followed her nails with her mouth, kissing (and occasionally biting) a trail down his chest, while her hands found his belt buckle, deftly undid it, and slipped her hand inside...

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ooc - Do you want to fade to black in your post? Lol.

[Lorcan Scamander]

Lorcan attempted to remain calm the entire time, focusing solely on Ricky's uncovered flesh, flowing her lead - but the more he got into it, the more Ricky did as well; and the more riled up he became. His movements became scattered; he didn't know what he wanted to do first. Her skin was hot as he ran his mouth down across her neck once more, his hands cupping her breasts as she directed them where to go. He caressed them gently, his mouth still on her neck.

He brought his mouth back to hers, kissing her deeply, brining his hands to rest once more on her hips. A gasp, followed by a grin left his lips as she pulled him close, directing him to not be shy. He could feel the heat creeping in his cheeks and he felt that he was being the farthest from shy. "Sh - sha- shag?" he repeated, looking her in her eyes, his eyes bright. They were going to shag . . . not that Lorcan was protesting, he'd never shagged anyone, ever. Yes he'd snogged girls, but shag - well that was something completely different.

He didn't get much time to ponder his thoughts however, because her nails, then her lips were on his chest and all cognitive thoughts were slowly slipping away. They completely slipped away, however, when her hand slipped into his boxers. His breathing hitched and he let out a intelligible hiss.

"oh - fuck . . ." he moaned, her hand almost causing losing his balance. He almost fell to the floor, but caught the table just in time. He shimmed out of his trousers, finding his balance once more. A shag sounded great. He reached for the button on her own trousers, undoing it and easing them down, but waited for permission - or rather confirmation to pull them off completely.

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ooc: next post fade to black? he had to embarrass himself some more . . .

[Erica Jordan]

Ricky's decision had been made for her, she found, by her instincts and her hormones. Lorcan Scamander was hers, and she would no longer have to invent stories about sex on cafe tables for her mother's benefit - she could talk about reality... And the more he stopped thinking and went with his own instincts, the better he got. She pushed her chest into his hands, arching involuntarily and biting her lip as she murmured inarticulate words of encouragement.

Her eyes, which had been half closed, flew fully open as the momentary uncertainty in his voice confirmed her suspicion that he was also a virgin - not that she was a virgin in any sense except the technical one, because she had done everything except the final act, and even that.... well, she owned toys, and let's just say she wasn't expecting her first time to hurt that much... But still, technically, it was her first time. She gave him a slow, lust-filled smile.

"Yep," she agreed as he finally got the word out, "'Less you don't want to, of course..." she teased him, since it was blatantly obvious that he did want to...

She gurgled with delighted laughter as he had to grab the table to stay upright - having that sort of effect on someone was definitely exhilirating... she hoped it wouldn't be the last time it happened tonight... Then she leaned up and kissed him full on the mouth, making it long and deep, simultaneously placing her hands over his as fumbled with her trousers. Firmly, she helped him to push them down, shimmying her hips to get them off whilst still sitting on the table and pulling him close to her again, wrapping her legs round him.

"Now..." she breathed against his lips, the only word she could possibly get out at that moment...

FADE TO BLACK...

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ooc - Are you ok to start again?

[Lorcan Scamander]

Fade in

A shift that had started out as pure work, with daunting endless tasks, had turned out to be quite interesting and rather enjoyable for one Lorcan Scamander, whom smiled lazily to himself. The very table he'd begged to be vacated of Ricky's clothed bottom now held both his and Ricky's naked frame. He wasn't quite sure how things had gotten to this point, or how he'd let her get such control over him, but it'd happened - and hell, he wasn't complaining. He'd had fun - and Ricky, she was great. Beautiful, interesting, and one hell of a girl - woman. She hadn't made fun of his spastic movements, or inexperience, but rather encouraged him. Yes, he'd had a great deal of fun indeed.

He looked over, not quite certain what to say to Ricky as her gaze met his. Uncertainties flew through his mind - what did this mean for them? He'd seen her naked now. Certainly they were friends still, and he wouldn't mind being more, but then again, was he quite up for it?

"Well - " he started, trying to put into words his thoughts, but they weren't forming coherent words, "that was - you're - I - wow," he summed up, hoping it'd suffice.

[Erica Jordan]

Ricky lay sprawled on her back on the table, a lazy smile on her face as she contemplated what had just happened. Her heart rate and breathing were still fast and her skin was tingling as she stared at the ceiling. It had been a little bit more... awkward than she had anticipated. Not awkward in an embarassing, uncomfortable way, but more in a 'Where should I put that body part? Which position's better for you?' way, but in the end it had all just come together and instinct had taken over and it had been... well, pretty damn amazing really.

She turned her head to find him looking at her, and her smile spread into a grin, rolling closer to him again and reaching out a hand to trace down his chest.

"Good thing these tables are strong," she commented, then looked a bit more seriously at him. "Hey... that was amazing..." she was unable to keep it up, her grin returning, "See, letting go's worth it sometimes, right?" She propped herself up on her elbow and glanced around thoughtfully. "Strong, but not the most comfy for post-shag cuddles... Ah well..."