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Dorcas shifted in Rodolphus' arm as his chest moved closer towards her. He reached around his back as she moved herself away to avoid having her face smushed into his chest. She didn't mind his affectionate nature much these days. She still had an urge to just get up and walk away but that was because she wasn't usually the snuggly kind. Usually. There were times when she'd rather liked being held by Rodolphus. Usually when she was unwell or around mid-February when the world was just entirely shite for some reason, but mostly she preferred to not be held, she much liked her own space but he seemed to want to hold her, she had no idea why, he was just that bit more sentimental than she was, she supposed. Whenever they spent the entire night together he always had his arm around her or over her. If she could go back to when they first started screwing around and tell herself that this was the sort of relationship they'd have well then forget about not believing it, Dorcas would have straight up hung herself from the whomping willow. She'd have killed herself rather than risked this kind of thing being for real. She'd been a tad dramatic in her school days. Honestly, it would have been one of the worst things ever to have expected back then but now, it wasn't so bad. She could put up with him. Who was she trying to kid? Beyond the sex she actually enjoyed him. Sure he had his flaws; like killing innocent people and hating muggles for no reason at all, buying in to that whole superiority thing that was clearly dragonshit, okay, so there were a lot of flaws, but she still didn't mind that she was having to cosy on up to him to be useful to the Order, it was really just an excuse to keep doing this.

Rodolphus pulled something out from under his arse and tossed it aside having made some comment about being so fuckable or something. She wasn't really paying attention, instead she had small little thoughts on where and how she wanted this conversation to go. She didn't like the idea of asking something of Rodolphus, even in a round about way, but it had to be done. She was of course risking the possibility that Rodolphus would catch on to what she was up to, but over the course of the months that she'd been tasked with finding a way in to the Death Eaters, and using Rodolphus for just that, she hoped to have laid some decent groundwork that wanting to be in the Death Eaters wasn't that far fetched. They'd never spoken about their political views before she'd started complaining about the odd muggleborn at work, eventually working over the course of a couple of weeks to using the loathsome term 'Mudblood'. It was not a term that Dorcas was fond of but there was a certain crowd that used it and to fit in with them, Dorcas would require the use of such a word although thankfully she was certain it wouldn't be required often. "Everything from my teeth to my garden wants to be a pain in your arse." She informed him with a playful little smile as she ran her hand absentmindedly up and down his left forearm, an action that had become second nature ever since she'd discovered his dark mark and knowing that Albus wanted her in with the Death Eaters. It was surprisingly easy to fall into the act of supremacist arsehole and it was about time she took the leap to try and become one officially. Oh Merlin that mark was going to look hideous against her beautiful skin but she supposed they all had to make sacrifices in this time of war. "Enquiring minds would like to know," she said, looking up at Rodolphus, butt naked in the garden seemed just a good a place as any for this conversation, "How would one go about sporting a mark like that?" She asked, looking to his dark mark, her hand stroking over it before she looked back up to Rodolphus, "Asking for a friend." She added playfully, smirking a little and convincing herself this was the perfect time to do this.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 719
Notes: <3
Outfit: Shoulda got pizza

With the scraping of the chair legs against the floor of the kitchen, Dorcas knew there were a few possibilities of what Rodolphus was up to, all of which involved his dick in one way or another. She didn't mind in the slightest. She grabbed a glass from the draining rack, held it under the tap and turned on the cold water. Once she was done filling her glass she turned the tap off and took a mouthful, clearing her mouth of any of the milk and cereal she'd just consumed. Once she was done with the water, after another mouthful, Dorcas set the glass down next to the sink and turned about casually, acting as though the sight of Rodolphus leant back in one of her dining chairs with himself exposed to her was completely normal - which in a way it kind of was. Of all his options she hadn't really expected this. If it had been any other guy then Dorcas would have kicked their arse out of the house. But because it was Rodolphus and because he had that look about him, Dorcas knew this would be anything but boring, though if he wanted her on her knees in front of him ... well she wasn't the sort to give in easily to what he wanted. Not without a little play at least.

Walking towards Rodolphus, Dorcas didn't glance down, she didn't need to. She was busy watching his face, trying to figure out just what kind of evening she was in for. He was't looking to burn off extra energy, he wasn't on a high from having killed some poor, unfortunate soul or he would have had her by now. This evening was what Dorcas could consider calm for the two of them, however that did not mean boring, not even in the slightest. So many people we boring and unadventurous when it came to all things sexual, but that had never been an issue with Rodolphus, it was the only reason she didn't actual mind him seeking her out time and time and time again. And it was always him seeking her though she had come to expect him and even somewhat demand his presence. Usually with food. "Couldn't wait until we got upstairs?" It was a rhetorical question as she stopped just in front of him, within his reach. The bedroom wasn't really used all that often yet it was the room that got destroyed the most when they did use it. Half the time on their way to a bedroom, they'd end up just screwing within the vicinity of the stairs, either on them, at the bottom or at the top somewhere. They weren’t really all that traditional a pair and she was glad of that. She couldn’t imagine being sexually frigid all the time with the same person over and over. Sure she liked something a little different or slow paced every now and then, but the idea of that being every sexual encounter was insane.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 505
Notes: <3
Outfit: Shoulda got pizza

Mid-stream and things got crazy. The door burst open and the first thing Dorcas thought was how she wasn't ready for an attack on the loo. Of all the places to get attacked by someone the toilet was not a place she'd have thought of and as such her wand was not in hand, Merlin only knew what she might have done to the flash of blonde and red that was suddenly taking up her entire vision. "Ocupado mi amigo!" She called out loudly, although the blonde was right in front of her, there was no need for yelling and by the time she was done with her sentence she was finished and reaching for the loo roll. "Gotta admit, this isn't my first time going to the loo with an audience." Not that there'd ever been any weird stuff. When Dorcas was drinking - which usually really wasn't all that often - she didn't really have what one might call "boundaries". Plus who even cared? Everyone had seen someone pee before so what was the big deal!?

Grabbing some toilet roll and cleaning herself up Dorcas stood and flushed the toilet, squeezing past the blonde and waddling out of the cubical with her knickers around her ankles and her dress hiked up. She bent down, moving enough out the way of the door incase the blonde wanted to shut the door, and pulled her knickers up. That was the easy part, after that, and a few stares that Dorcas was certain were aimed at her tits because they looked absolutely smashing in the dress, she stood upright and started trying to push, wiggle and shimmy her dress back down, getting it caught on her backside. Without even realising her plump arse was on display in her knickers she moved to the sink and washed her hands, soaping them up and looking around for blokey. Eh. She could do without him tonight. She kind of wondered what Rodolphus was up to, he'd be more fun anyway. She definitely needed to send him an owl. Or a howler. Was it too late to send a howler? If so then good, she would definitely send one of those. Oh, but she was out drinking with Tersha so they'd probably just end up back at Tersha's place or her own. She supposed she could always get Rodolphus to come pick her up from Tersha's and apparate her home. Stupid Dolphus getting in her head on a girls night out. She'd have to torture him for that somehow. Though she had no idea how and undoubtedly she would forget by the next time she saw him anyway.

Tag: Echo Arista Everwood
Words: 441
Notes: <3
Outfit: A dress, eep!

Whether Rupert was still alive or not Dorcas wasn't sure. He was taken by Death Eaters and once they had the information they required from him then he'd probably be slaughtered and left in some ditch somewhere, no one really caring where he was left, just so long as he was disposed of. If they wanted to send him as a message then something extravagant or obvious would be done with his corpse, it would all depend on what kind of inspiration struck the particular Death Eater in charge of getting rid of the trash. Not that Dorcas personally viewed Rupert as trash, but he was a supporter of muggle rights and to Death Eaters that instantly made him trash. Just like being a Death Eater made you trash in Dorcas' eyes. Rodolphus included. But despite him being absolute garbage, he was a fun time and she'd only recently learnt that he actually was a Death Eater, before that it had been purely speculation. Technically. Okay so she'd known, she'd just never had definitive proof until a little while ago when he'd woken her by leaving in the middle of the night. She usually noticed him moving about, could hear him trying to get dressed as silently as he could and then leave, thinking she was asleep the whole time, but she needed to see his dark mark, she had to know for absolute certain that he was a Death Eater. And then she had to utilise that information.

With a small little smirk, Dorcas said nothing as Rodolphus looked at her, instead she raised her spoonful of cereal and put it in her mouth, not breaking eye contact with Rodolphus until she was a few chews in, then she looked to her bowl and stuck her spoon back in amongst the cereal as she carried on eating, readying her next and final little mouthful. Finishing her mouthful, or just about, she shrugged her shoulders. "Well whatever his fate he's only gone and brought it on himself." She said as though it was a matter of fact, her eyebrows raised although she portrayed no surprise. She put her final mouthful in her mouth and then dropped the spoon into the bowl as she stood, pushing the chair out with the back of her legs. She chewed as she took the bowl to the sink and put it down in the bowl. She'd deal with the mess of her cooking later because if she kept Rodolphus waiting too long she'd just end up having to change her bedsheets, after throwing them in his face of course.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 435
Notes: <3
Outfit: Shoulda got pizza

Oh by all that was magical it was the most hilarious sight Dorcas had ever seen! Admittedly she was quite a few drinks in and that last one had been bloody strong so perhaps not the most hilarious thing she'd ever seen but most definitely far up there. Dorcas ignored Tersha's command to stop laughing but she did reign herself in a little, after all, Tersha was her best friend, she couldn't spend the whole entire night laughing her arse off at her friends misfortune or very reasonable mistake .... reasonable mistake if you were pissed enough, which Tersha just about was, Dorcas thought, the floaty drink starting to really hit her head and get her a little more than tipsy now! Dorcas was pulled on a little and her balance wavered for a moment as Tersha corrected herself a little and then finally stood up on her own two feet, the bloke having released the spell. Naturally Tersha attempted to shoo Dorcas away and trotted off after the kindly stranger. Dorcas looked the bloke over, taking in exactly what he looked like from head to toe. She'd already gotten a glimpse of his wand so if it came down to having to ID the guy, she was fairly confident she could, especially in this place, and a bloke like him being seen with a woman like Tersh, well it was noticeable.

Taking her leave from the bar, Dorcas made her way to the ladies loos, forgetting which one her bloke of the evening would be in, not that it mattered too much, she needed a whizz. She let herself in to the toilet stall, shutting the door behind her but forgetting to lock it as she wrestled with pulling her dress up over her thighs and then her knickers down around her ankles. That little lacy black pair were all she had, as in she only owned little lacy black pairs, she didn't own just the one set of underwear, but the way Rodolphus had gone about stealing them it had been a wonder she'd ever had any when she was in he final years of school. They were comfy and cute, she knew Tersha was more the sexy type, thongs and whatever but Dorcas, preferably, needed something that didn't ride up her arse and distract her too much and over the years she'd just never bothered to change. It was a good thing, why try anything else? It was only underwear. Really nice underwear. Sat on the toilet, not really paying attention to anything going on, Dorcas was feeling the edge of her knickers, deciding she still very much liked them and maybe tonight, if blokey was around for a fun time, she'd slip this particular pair into his back pocket for his girl to find, just for shits and giggles.

Tag: Echo Arista Everwood and Tersha Alara Knight
Words: 472
Notes: <3
Outfit: A dress, eep!

His huffing and puffing was like music to her ears. She smirked a little as she got herself ready, feeling him come up behind her as she reached for a bowl was nice and he got himself a glass, one she wouldn't typically use. She tended not to drink his fancy drinks nor use his specific glasses for specific drinks, if she fancied a drink she'd grab herself whatever glass was closest and clean, pour a drink then drink it. She didn't do this whole savouring thing that he did, she drank it down regardless of how it was meant to be enjoyed. She preferred doing things her own way and once she was done getting her cereal ready she made her way to the kitchen table and sat down in the chair he pulled out for himself, because why would she go to the effort of pulling herself out a chair while he'd pulled one out? "Such a gentleman." She said in a faux sweet voice. There was absolutely nothing sweet about her and she just enjoyed being a pain in his arse, even as he looked over the newspaper, probably hoping to see some of his own handy work mentioned. She wonder for a moment if she could get him to open up, share just a little about what it was he did. She'd already tracked some of his behaviours but she was sure he had at least a few more victims than what she knew of and certainly more than had ever been reported to the likes of the Daily Prophet.

Twisting her hips she slipped her legs in under the table and pulled up a spoonful of cereal, putting it in her mouth and scooting the pulled out chair she'd plonked her arse on, in under the table with a couple of scooches. "Anyfink intuuretin'?" She asked, quirking up her right brow, eyes scanning the little of the newspaper that she could see. She wondered just what exactly he might point out. There were new deaths or disappearances every day. News of corruption was hardly new either. The daily Prophet, once somewhat reliable, seemed less reliable than ever which was probably down to some of Rodolphus' pals, paid off or threatened. Killed and replaced was another option. A very likely option. At least there was no need to worry about Tersha, not unless she mouthed off to the wrong person, but she was pureblooded and socialised in those circles Rodolphus was always a part of, something Dorcas did not envy in the slightest.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 427
Notes: <3
Outfit: Shoulda got pizza

Okay, so her skills were about as good as Rodolphus' and she smirked at his little dig. The smart arse thought he was funny and Dorcas knew he had a point but she'd be damned before she ever admitted that to him. She wasn't a great cook, she wasn't all that great at cleaning. It was lucky she never wanted to get married and become a house wife because she would well and truly suck at such a thing. She wasn't cut out for that kind of lifestyle and she wasn't cut out for the type of lifestyle Rodolphus had in mind either. Giving her a house elf or trying to get her a cook was so not something she could ever live with. The idea of cooking lessons was actually pretty good but because it was a gift from him at a time other than her birthday or Christmas, she'd refused to even consider the notion. Still it was a good idea and she really needed to learn to cook more than cereal. Not that she tried actually cooking it, she wasn't that far detached from the culinary world, she still had some senses when it came to preparing food, although anything that involved heat was a bit hit and miss.

The idea of her neighbours hearing her screams was exciting. Of course it would require some kind of spell to make her loud enough in reality because her neighbours weren't exactly close. That was what she'd loved about her little cottage. Not that she thought of it as little, but Rodolphus liked to point out how puny it was, even going so far as to compare it to Aurora's play house, stating it was barely bigger than that. Well at least it was bigger than that and it was bigger than her parents place, although Dorcas had never minded growing up in a smaller home. She'd visited her grandparents on her dads side a few times over the many years as they hoped to pull him back towards their ways but to no luck, but Dorcas had hated how unhomely it had felt. They had money and not a lot else. They'd tried disowning both their children only to end up with no one. Once they became grandparents they seemed to soften up but Dorcas' dad had always said it was an act and Dorcas completely trusted her father's judgements when it came to his own parents.

Dorcas started heading towards the fridge, pulling her pants up as she went. She didn't want Rodolphus to enjoy the view too much or she knew what would happen. He'd see himself to her bed and leave a wet patch on her sheets. Possibly even her pillow if he felt like being a big enough dickhead, which was entirely possible while she was choosing food over him and his best friend. "You want some?" She didn't care if he wanted some or not, he wouldn't eat her crap unless he had to and he'd probably already had himself something fancy and extravagant this evening. She wasn't even sure why she offered him something, she didn't usually but she went about the kitchen gathering what she needed and making herself a bowl of cereal, thinking next time she'd skip the attempt at cooking and just jump straight to the cereal so they'd be fooling around a heck of a lot quicker.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 569
Notes: <3
Outfit: Shoulda got pizza