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Post by Christopher Erebus Devereaux on Feb 28, 2019 13:41:54 GMT
 But the tigers come at night with their voices soft as thunder "Dorcas, stop touching my butt," Kit muttered through gritted teeth as he tried to focus on the brawny woman at the front of the dimly lit room. His black shirt was unbuttoned enough to show more of his chest than he was comfortable with, and his pants were abnormally tight, but the man in the dancewear shop had assured him this was what all the men wore for ballroom dancing. Kit had hoped for some simple salsa or something else relatively popular or easy to fake with a wiggle of your hips, but no. No. Their mark for the night had chosen to learn the tango with his wife. The tango. All flicking, kicking, passionate lifts and all. He had the coordination, and he had rhythm, but dear Lord, this was not fun. Especially not when he was paired with Dorcas Meadowes for the job. Every time he turned away from her to copy one of the men's moves, she seemed to cop a feel of his arse, and he couldn't do a thing about it, since they were pretending to be "together." "Noo tak' yer lassie by th' waist, 'n' dip her wee," the instructor shouted, gripping the enormous ginger man she was dancing with and nearly breaking her own back, flinging herself into a dip. "I can't understand a word she's saying," Kit said quietly, eyes intense and panicked as he looked down at Dorcas to see if she knew what they were supposed to be doing. He had heard the word lassie, and the word dip, and so he tried his best to copy the Scottish woman as best he could, and wrapped his hand tightly around Dorcas' waist, his other hand holding hers as he eased her back into a dip that was more something you'd do to your granny to humour her at a birthday party rather than a sultry tango move. "Then hurl her up. Lassies, three flicks, dinnae catch him in th' baws. Then a'm waantin' ye hooter tae hooter 'n' lassies sweep yer left foot thro' his legs, 'n' alang his calf," the woman bellowed. Kit lifted Dorcas into the air, hoping she could copy the fancy lift without killing him. "Never again," he promised himself as he touched his forehead to hers, her leg sliding between his. Her foot slid up along his calf, just as instructed. "Never. Again."_______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes words: 443 notes: He's never gonna speak to me again. X'D <3 outfit: So sexy it hurts. [googlefont="Rock Salt"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Mar 14, 2019 16:53:36 GMT
For fuck sake. What in the everlasting hell was this brand spank fresh bloody hell exactly? If there was one area that Dorcas was not great at, it was dancing. She could do the kind of dancing you did in nightclubs, the kind that required confidence alone, but all this structured crap was awful. She needed lessons. She had a variety of talents, some of which could not be brought up in polite conversation, but dancing was not one of them. She would ask Rodolphus to teach her but she could see exactly how that would go and it did not involve a lot of dancing, not of the vertical sort at least. No, she definitely needed a more professional dancer. Dorian was out of the question because he probably wouldn’t trust her not to grab his arse. And he’d be right not to. Kit on the other hand was flattering himself if he thought her grabs were anything other than her trying to keep her balance or her hand just slipping because he’d turned his bird-like neck to look at someone else, shifting his weight and thus hers.
Just as she was starting to get the hang of what they were doing things switched up. Kit dipped her rather gingerly and then lifted her up high. Dorcas was fairly certain she caught something about not kicking your partner in the balls but to be honest, it was entirely tempting, and could definitely be passed off as an accident given that neither of them had a sodding clue what they were doing, but they were on the job, she had to behave to the best of her abilities while acting like a couple. Of all the people to be teamed up with, Kit was not her first choice. Nor her second. Or third. Or fourth. He was really quite low down on the list, not to mention even with her in heels he was still a darn sight taller than her.
Up she went and there she tried to hold her position while she copied what everyone else seemed to be doing. Then she was face to face with Kit, in fact closer than face to face because at the kind of distance the pair had between them they may as well have been snogging. She moved her leg over his, hoping she was getting the bloody dance right and then she was sliding down over his calf. This was agony. Not physical, just the mental kind where you never wanted to see the person you were with for at least a month. "Just shut up and get on with it." Kit was a pain in the arse at the best of times, he was like all the worst parts of Dorian and then, somehow, there was an extra broom shoved up his arse as well as the Dorian like one already up there. He was the least interesting person Dorcas could think of and they guy was half-vampire for Merlin's sake. Still they were on an assignment and he could bloody well act in a professional manner, which tonight meant acting like her boyfriend, staying in character and not being a whiny little bitch.
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Post by Christopher Erebus Devereaux on Mar 21, 2019 13:12:25 GMT
But the tigers come at night with their voices soft as thunder Pivot. Flick. Pivot. Flick. Kick. Flick. Pivot. "Noo birl her round, cross yer arms ower, haud oan ticht, 'n' drap her doon." Kit gawped at the instructor as she howled more instructions, his and Dorcas' legs kicking and flicking as they tried to keep up with what was being hollered at the class in the thickest Scottish accent Kit had ever heard. He would have made a bitchy comment about how the woman should go and teach the Highland Fling instead of the Tango, but he honestly couldn't afford to chat that much or he'd miss a step and they would end up in a pretty bad tangle. He felt like they were in a bad tangle as it was, and they seemed to be doing most of it right. Now what had the woman said? Cross your arms, hold on tight and drop her? Drop her? On the floor? He glanced at the couple next to them, who were actually quite good. They had their arms crossed over, gripping each other tightly, and she was lowered down at an alarming speed, their arms pulling tight to stop her dramatically just before she hit the ground. Kit looked at Dorcas. "I'm not doing that," he said, his tone making it clear that he meant it and there would be no changing his mind. "You're annoying, but I don't want to kill you." What would it say on her headstone? Dropped on her head by her colleague who was meant to have her back? Spine broken by a bumbling half-vampire? She was like a tiny little doll, he was already pushing it with some of the lifts, it was time to give it a rest and stick to accidentally kicking each other in the shins. He got the feeling some of Dorcas' shin kicks were not completely accidental, but his definitely were. Definitely. As if he would kick a tiny woman in the shins on purpose. Even if she was a complete pain in the arse with a voice loud enough to burst ear drums, and an ego the size of Jupiter. He thought back to his Astronomy lessons at school, and all of the books he had at home on the subject just for a bit of light reading. There had to be a celestial body bigger than Jupiter. Whatever that was, that was still too small to compare to Dorcas' ego. "Guid wirk. Tak' a break, grab a dram, a' body." Stepping away from Dorcas, Kit blew out a breath. "I heard the word break," he said, relieved as he nodded to the refreshments table, which was set up with bottles of water. Their target and his wife were helping themselves to drinks, and it would be the perfect opportunity to go and mingle and test the waters with them. He would have let Dorcas take the lead on that front - everyone in the office knew how much she loved to be in charge. Or maybe that was just Kit's perception of her - but he didn't fancy having her storm in and blow their cover within minutes with some crass comment that pissed everyone off. He headed for the drinks table first, going for a subtle approach and standing not too far from the couple, reaching across for a bottle of water and turning around as he opened it and took a sip. It was warm, and he wasn't sure if there were any muggles in the class, so he couldn't even use his wand to chill it. Disappointing, but he'd deal with it. "You two are pretty good," he piped up with a smile. "My girlfriend and I have never done anything like this before, it's pretty gruelling." The man laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "How'd you get a girl like that?" he asked, giving Dorcas an appreciative look that made Kit's skin crawl. "She likes my... feet." Kit answered, taking a longer sip of his drink this time as he forced himself to stay cool, his very real target cackling beside him. _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes words: 712 notes: <3 outfit: So sexy it hurts. [googlefont="Rock Salt"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 2, 2019 2:36:21 GMT
For fucks sake, this was ridiculous. Kit was one of Dorcas' least favoured Auror's in the department and yet she was being forced to work with him because of what? Actually why was she being forced to work with him? She could easily have said no, turned down the case and pissed off but apparently someone thought it was a good idea to throw these two together, something neither of them wanted and yet here they were, getting closer than they ever wanted to be and the little snot noses' attitude was really starting to grate on her nerves. If he though he could get away with continuing to talk to her the way he was then he was sorely mistaken. She'd hand his arse to him regardless of whether he was half-vampire or not. His siblings were nice enough so what the fuck went wrong with Kit? He seemed to have more broom shoved up his arse than Dorian and Dorcas truly had no idea how that was even possible. Seriously, had he had some kind of procedure done? Did he have to go to St Mungo's for that amount of broom to have been shoved up there? Honest to Merlin these were genuine questions she had and she somewhat questioned the level of care at St Mungo's to have allowed this much broom all the way up Kit's arse. It was unethical. "Keep saying shit like that," she hissed, trying to gaze at him somewhat lovingly while making her threat, "and I'll smack your head so hard you'll end up decapitated." Because she'd use a sodding axe on him at this bloody rate.
It was time for a break and Dorcas straightened herself and flattened her dress that had gotten into all kinds of twisted positions today and twisted itself about. Who the hell came up with this kind of dancing!? People that wanted to show the fuck off was who. Dorcas couldn't be keeping up with this, it was far too technical for mere beginners like themselves but they were giving it a damned good shot, hell, it might even be fun with someone she could stand to be around. Maybe she'd see what Dorian knew on the subject and get him to take a lesson or five with her. "Thank Merlin's saggy ballsack for that." She said, panting just a little. This was one hell of a work out, that was for sure.
Heading to the refreshment table, Dorcas wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. She was a little misty but thankfully not sweating profusely like the couple that had been to the front and to the right. They were clearly beginners too and not to be rude, but Dorcas wasn't sure they'd be able to make a couple of those lifts but fair play to them, they did it. At the water table Dorcas stood with Kit, grabbing herself a bottle of water and uncapping it. She knew exactly who was where and how fast she could get herself involved in absolutely anything that started up. There was a couple still on the floor, slowly headed to the refreshments table as they squabbled about how he'd dropped her on her face during one of the lift and drops, there was the couple Dorcas had been in front and to the right at the other end of the table, starting on some of the snacks, while Kit and Dorcas were stood near, but not too close, to their target and his wife. Everything was lined up nicely and what was more, Kit was managing nicely to strike up a conversation. Perhaps he wasn't a complete waste of sperm.
The target was definitely a creep but Dorcas shot him a flirty little wink none the less and grinned up at Kit like he was the most handsome and hilarious son of a bitch in the world. He was neither. He was a tosser, but for now she was in love with him which would last for the new however bloody long and so she had to put on the most believable act possible, which was actually pretty easy when you loved to lie like this. She'd always thought if being an Auror turned out to be the wrong choice for her then maybe she'd be a Quidditch star, but sometimes she seriously thought becoming an actress would be fun and suit her more. Bullshitting people was a bit of a blast, especially when you were getting paid for it. "Oh, please," She laughed lightly looking at Kit and then across to their target, "He was born with two left feet, we're a disaster out there." She said with a playful roll of her eyes, at least it was somewhat true, they had no idea what they were doing but they were following almost well enough, they'd probably be doing even better if they could understand the sodding instructions.
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Post by Christopher Erebus Devereaux on Apr 2, 2019 9:42:38 GMT
But the tigers come at night with their voices soft as thunder This was what Kit hated the most about working undercover with others. Well, not even others, just Meadowes. She could say whatever she wanted, and he had no choice but to play along with it. Two left feet. He was born with absolutely perfect reflexes and coordination! Of all the people in the world to be accused of having two left feet, Kit wasn't even on the list. It was ludicrous, and it stung to have to stand there and laugh as though Dorcas was right, and it was all funny and everything was fine. Everything was not fine, he didn't like being called things that he wasn't, and he wanted to go home and read his book until he forgot how pissed off he was about this whole thing. He could have said no to the Ministry bosses, but honestly, refusing jobs was no way to get his superiors to start giving him bigger cases, or overseas work, was it. He wanted to branch out, to travel on the job, to do what some of the older Aurors got to do, and that meant being a bit of a yes man, even though he hated it sometimes. This was worse than the time they'd made him pose as a clown. This was worse than most of the embarrassing cases he'd been on, because none of those had involved Meadowes. She was a nightmare. Just her face annoyed him. She always looked cocky to him, like she thought she was better than him, and it was completely uncalled for. Sure, she was older, but that didn't mean a thing when it came to job capability. She wasn't better than him, they were equals, no matter what her face liked to insinuate. Of course, it was entirely possible that she just had a serious case of resting bitch face and he was taking it personally, but he couldn't help it. She irritated the hell out of him. The only small consolation was that he could irritate her right back if the occasion called for it. Morgan and his wife were nodding, apparently sympathetic to Kit's two left feet. "Yeah, between that and Lacey's rhythm issues, we're in trouble," he laughed, giving Dorcas the most awful fake name he could think of. Who called their kid Lacey? If she made any more crass comments about saggy ballsacks, he'd be giving her a cringe-worthy surname, too. "You didn't look too shabby to us," Morgan said, again giving Dorcas a look that was just too hungry for Kit's liking. He didn't feel protective of Meadowes at all. At all. Seriously. But a guy looking at any woman like she was a piece of meat made him want to punch their face in no matter who the woman was. It didn't take much for him to imagine that it was Sera or Roma standing next to him under the scrutiny of such a filthy gaze. He'd kill anyone for looking at his sisters the way Morgan was looking at Dorcas, and he intended to make him pay for it later, if Dorcas didn't beat him to it. She was capable of taking the sleazeball down easily, he was sure, but he'd like the satisfaction for himself. Either way, this night would not end well for Morgan and his wife. "We've been dancing for a year," Morgan went on, getting into a nice bragging stride. "We could give you some private lessons if you like." This time it was the wife's turn to give Kit a flirty look, and he felt like he might throw up. She was no oil painting. Kit didn't like the implication behind Morgan's generous invite for private lessons. He was no lush, but he knew all too well that the Morgans likely wanted to do more than dancing with Kit and Dorcas. It made his skin crawl just thinking about it, and he wondered if Dorcas felt the same. He shot her a look, half trying to read her, half trying to look curious and interested at the same time. "That's really kind of you," he told Morgan, turning to Dorcas, eyebrows raised. "Hey, honey, maybe we could hang back after the lesson and get some private tutoring?" It killed him to sound so chipper and eager, but he smiled at Dorcas and forced his way through it. This was their opening to get Morgan and his wife on their own, which was exactly what they were here for. The man had just offered himself up on a platter, and they needed to seize the opportunity, so eager smiles it was. "Is that okay?" he asked Morgan. The man nodded and placed his arm around his wife's waist. "It would be our pleasure," Morgan grinned his seedy grin. _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes words: 832 notes: <3 outfit: So sexy it hurts.[googlefont="Rock Salt"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 2, 2019 12:13:18 GMT
Dorcas smirked a little at Kit, giving him a playful little nudge but honestly, she did lack rhythm. If it wasn't true she'd be pissed at him, not because it was part of whatever they had going on, but because it was clearly meant to be a little dig at her. He was lucky she could keep this shit professional because he was cruising for a bruising and if he wasn't careful enough, she was going to leave him to the cougar that look like she'd had a tonne of bricks dropped on her face. Okay so Dorcas wasn't a big enough bitch to ditch a fellow Auror. She would always have her partners back because she had to presume they would have hers, but if Kit thought he was going to be able to escape a bollocking when they got back to the ministry, then he was in for a rude awakening.
The target had his eyes all over her and Dorcas honestly didn't care. She'd literally been grabbed by worse and older men and truthfully, she'd probably be grabbed by worse by the end of the week. She was a woman, she was attractive, she was used to it. Although most of those guys had ended up with broken fingers or worse, judging by the way this guy was going he was getting at least a broken arm and a fractured foot. It was the very least he deserved for her today.
The target invited them for private lessons and Dorcas bit her bottom lip, letting the majority of it slide between her teeth until she was left with a bit that she held a little longer, holding the absolute creeps eye contact, before she let her lip go and looked to Kit who looked at her. She rubbed her hand over his arm, giving him a small a somewhat eager nod. She could feel the target's eye boring into her, he was checking out her figure and he wasn't hiding it, or if he was he completely sucked at it. At least it was agreed upon that she and Kit would be staying back for some "private lessons" but that did mean that they had to go through the whole other half of the sodding lesson. "I look forward to it." She said, grinning and biting her tongue. She turned away so the total pervert could get a good glance at her arse in the dress. She took another gulp of water then screwed the cap back on, leaving her bottle on the table and returning to their space, hips sashaying as she went.
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Post by Christopher Erebus Devereaux on Apr 25, 2019 9:52:02 GMT
But the tigers come at night with their voices soft as thunder The second half of the lesson was underway, and this time they were covering a lot of the floor. The instructor had began to do rounds, stopping with every couple and correcting their mistakes or cutting in to demonstrate certain moves for them. When she reached Kit and Dorcas, she stood back and studied them for a few minutes as they travelled across the floor with a few basic tango steps. "Keep yer knees bent," she barked at him, reaching up to press on the tops of his shoulders. Kit gave her a bemused look and bent his knees a bit more, thinking he must have looked more like a grasshopper than a dancer, but he followed the woman's instructions anyway. She was even more manly up close, with wiry red hair, and muscles bigger than Kit's on her arms. She was tall, too. Taller than most of the women he was used to being around, which was saying something, because Freya Fawley was statuesque and this woman would tower over her. The woman's beady brown eyes flicked to Dorcas. "Haud yer frame. Ye keep flopping yer elbow. Urr ye a weakling, or urr ye a dancer?" She took hold of Dorcas' elbow and snapped it into the right position. Kit genuinely feared for the woman, but she had moved on to the next couple already, and he made himself useful by gripping Dorcas' hand a little bit tighter so she couldn't run after the instructor and punch her in the throat. Or the boob, which was probably the only place tiny Meadowes would be able to reach. Maybe he should bend a bit more, come to think of it, she'd probably get arm ache trying to stretch up to him all the time. Kit didn't bend more. Instead, they did a sharp turn and began to travel back across the room, passing Morgan and his wife, who looked rather intense as they did similar moves, only a lot better. Kit curled his lip in annoyance, then remembered that they were supposed to be playing nice, and flashed a smile in the Morgans' direction. "Looking good, kids," Morgan called, his eyes resting on Dorcas' backside in a way that made Kit want to do another fancy lift so she could kick Morgan in the face. "Are we allowed to kill?" he muttered through gritted teeth. He could feel his fangs hankering to elongate as anger surged through him. Morgan needed to be taught a lesson, but if he kept being a creepy dick, Kit worried whether he'd be able to control himself. Again the image of this predator looking at his sisters like that flashed into his head. "Accidents happen. Self defence. Tell me I can kill him." They reached the far side of the room, and he dropped Dorcas into a dip. "Five minutes left!" the instructor called loudly. Kit felt a mix of relief and adrenaline rush through him. He couldn't wait to get out of this damned dance lesson, but that meant that it was time to get to work. His heart hammered in his chest at the thought of the real job they were here to do. It never got old, that rush, the fear, the eagerness to take down one more piece of scum. Kit knew that he could be an Auror for fifty years and still feel it like it was his first day on the job. He wondered if Dorcas felt the same, but wasn't actually interested in having a meaningful conversation with her, so kept his mouth shut as they straightened up again. _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes words: 636 notes: <3 outfit: So sexy it hurts.[googlefont="Rock Salt"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jun 18, 2019 6:38:45 GMT
This lesson was not as big of a disaster as Dorcas thought it would be. Admittedly at first she thought it was going to be easy as pie, but it turned out she and Kit were actually going to have to put in half their efforts into understanding the bloody instructor. The other half of their efforts went to dancing, watching their target and not ripping one another's heads off, so things were looking pretty good right now. They'd made contact with the target who was totally obsessed with her arse - not that she could blame him - and her dancing was being corrected. Wait!? Was she called a weakling?! Dorcas had half a mind to smash her elbow into the bloody instructors nose but instead she gripped Kit's hands a little tighter and tried to keep her sodding elbow where it was supposed to be and he seemed to grip back which made her think she could have been hurting him, though she didn't care if she was.
Carrying on around the room, doing their fancy bloody dancing crap, Dorcas noticed Kit leading them by their target, she smiled as Morgan complimented them although Kit didn't seem too happy. Dorcas even smirked a little. "You sound like a jealous boyfriend." She told him quietly so they couldn't be heard beyond their little bubble of space over the music, the instructor and the giggles of another couple not too far away who seemed to find something amusing about the whole thing, "I know I'm irresistible but keep it in your pants, Devereaux." She had a look at the target as Kit turned her and he wasn't taking his eyes off them, Dorcas had dealt with a lot of creeps in her time as an Auror and even more as a woman, and this guy seemed like nothing out of the ordinary to her as far as creeps went. "Five minutes and you can do as you like," She told him, "It would bring me great satisfaction to report you as an amoral Auror." It was no secret that, for some reason, Kit didn't like her but Dorcas had no idea why. He was rude and closed off, something you didn't want in a partner that was supposed to have your back, and he had a blatant dislike for her. Dorcas thought it only kind to repay the favour and as such they just disliked one another.
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