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Well that was a little unnerving. She wasn't used to seeing Dorian like this and she wasn't used to dealing with her own motions let alone other peoples but there was a common ground here, they were both in mourning over the same person. Supposedly it could help to talk to people about it but Dorcas was yet to attempt to share anything. The closest she got to dealing with her emotions was the same as she dealt with every emotion - she had all sense and ability to walk taken away by some seriously questionable fucking by Rodolphus. Well not questionable by her or him but if anyone else knew the sorts of things they got up to then chances were the pair would be locked up in an insane asylum. Or at least Dorcas would be, Rodolphus would pay his way out. She had a little faith that in such circumstances he'd pay for her freedom, possibly not until he'd grown bored of everything else he'd shagged. So probably a month, she figured.

Dorcas took a mouthful of wine as Dorian searched for his wand. She lowered her glass as the music turned off. She wasn't paying him much attention because he didn't seem far enough gone to be hilarious but his wine seemed to topple around the glass a bit, threatening to stain his perfect looking floors. Of course they were probably enchanted with some kind of stain-resistance, especially now that he had a small, pooping and vomiting machine to look after. At least he wasn't listening to Blackbird on repeat still but she wasn't sure what else to put on as some dullard started talking about some bloody muggle contraption. Still, there had to be something entirely better on the radio, better yet if he had some kind of record player and some records that would be a heck of a lot better.

Standing up and taking her wine with her Dorcas made her way to the radio and started fiddling with the knob. Admittedly it was not the knob in Dorian's apartment that she'd want to fiddle with but hey, anything had to be better than boring muggle man followed by a song that started slowly and was bound to be something depressing. Radio this time of night was all about winding down which was ridiculous for a Friday night, it should have been all about amping people up for a fucking fantastic night out! There had to be something somewhere and so Dorcas listened to the static and the boring music and then more boring static. As she made her way through the stations she heard all manner of things which made her realise why she stuck to her records. There was some country thing, static, some classical thing, static, some late night talk about some guys dick problems, static. Eventually she stopped at something that seemed at least a little bit livelier than the rest, though she had no idea what the song was that was playing. Probably something new or perhaps something quite old.

Dorcas turned her head to look about and spot Dorian. This felt like such superficial grounds to be treading. Stepping on glass barefoot would probably be more soothing and less torturous than this but then again she hadn't exactly expected to find Dorian in this sort of state. She figured he'd be in his bedroom, organising his suits from favourite to least favourite and replacing the least favourite with plans for a new suit. She imagined that would be his idea of an enthralling night of pleasure and sophistication! She was more than likely farthest from his thoughts of a fun evening but it wasn't as if he had much choice tonight, she was stubborn and she would stick around. She liked Dorian, quite a bit actually, and it wasn't just because he was an extremely attractive bloke, his looks actually had nothing to do with why she liked him, they were just a bonus. He was a decent person and a damn good Auror. He'd made Paris happy and he made an effort with her insane family even after Paris had died. He was smart and he was able to tolerate a lot of her crap and she knew she had a fair amount, he even had a decent sense of humour when he permitted it to shine through and Dorcas didn't mind if he ever attempted a little joke at her expense, anything that had separated him from that noose he always wore around his neck was welcome. "Did you have plans for tonight or were you just going to drink the house dry?" She asked, making her way back to the couch and sitting her arse down, "Have you eaten? I love that Chinese place around the corner from here. Probably grab something later." She finished off the wine that was in her glass and leant forward, setting her glass down on the coffee table and pouring herself another glass with the bottle she'd brought over earlier.

Tag: Dorian Michael Humbert
Words: 841
Notes: <3
Outfit: Awww!

The ride was exhilarating. Dorcas loved riding pretty much anywhere with Rodolphus on the back of his bike. She knew it never took too long to get anywhere on that thing but there were nights where he'd just take her around for ages before they'd stop somewhere random and just fool around in some random field. Sure Dorcas may h ave been in Law Enforcement, but she didn't mind breaking a few little laws here and there when it was doing no harm. They were never caught, they were always aware of who was around because she didn't want to be seen with him and he couldn't risk his reputation being ruined.

Dorcas listened as Rodolphus threatened some poor bloke and she rolled her eyes at the drama queen, not having noticed the elixir having already taken affect. She felt a little more cheery, everything seemed brighter somehow and she was more excited about the night than she had been all evening. She put it down to getting ready to attend a Queen concert in New Orleans of all places! She'd never expected this. Not from anyone let alone Rodolphus. She was going to have to get him something pretty good for Christmas but she sucked at coming up with gift ideas. She was now twenty-seven and had no clue what to buy anyone ever. She was going to have get Tersha to help think of something for Dolphus. Her mother was always coming up with suggestions but she came up with suggestions that would make them seem like they were dating, like couples whatevers and there was no sodding way she was taking this, whatever this was, that far.

Rodolphus hand along her back was kind of strange. She wasn't use to the placement. Usually his hands were grabbing something or gently resting on her arse. The placement on her back and the words he spoke gave the impression that he actually gave some kind of crap about her well being. Well that was just crap! Dorcas shrugged her shoulders and carried on walking. "Shut up." She smiled, happy but unable to hide it and she wasn't even bothered by it. The present, while extravagant, was damn near perfect. The city they stepped out in to was incredible and the people passing by were cheerful and enthusiastic about the night. So many costumes and a general vibe of nobody giving a shit about anything other than fun was consuming the night. Music played from somewhere and Dorcas happily danced along as she walked, spinning and enjoying the festivities along with the crowd.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 433
Notes: <3
Outfit: killer queen

With her eyes closed and water and shampoo pouring over her head, face and body, Dorcas was a little surprised to feel Rodolphus' hand slip between her legs but really she'd expected it, she moaned a little and sighed disappointedly as he moved his hand away and she heard him get out of the shower, telling her she still had a bag to pack. A bag? She thought he knew her better than that by now. The first handful of times he'd stolen her away for a sordid weekend she'd been ill-prepared, now she kept a spare change of clothes in a shrunk down bag inside of her hand bag. It was useful for when she stayed anywhere really, apart from any time she may have crashed, drunkenly, at Dorian's place before he'd become some kind of father. Then she'd just slept naked on his couch for fun. She had everything she needed in her handbag but just having him know she was completely nude on his sofa was amusing. He never joined her though. Spoil sport. What she had would be fine enough. She had money and that was pretty much all she needed along with her wand which she preferred to keep on her person when going out but she was prepared with a change of clothes. It was probably an idea to keep her wand on herself around Rodolphus as well considering the tit thought it was perfectly acceptable to kidnap her, but then again she didn't really reinforce that it was a bad action, instead she spent weekends on private islands or in some secluded resort fucking him and actually getting to know him, though how much more could she get to know him now?

Dorcas stepped out of the spray of the shower and conditioned her hair, adding more conditioner when she remembered she had way more hair than she was used to. She soaped up her body once more and then rinsed everything off, making sure she didn't miss a spot. She heard a draw shut in her bedroom as she shut off the shower. She stepped out and grabbed a couple of towels, wrapping her hair with one and drying her body with the other. She was done pretty quick and made her way to her bedroom, all wrapped up in a towel as if Rodolphus hadn't just seen her completely naked moments go or as if he hadn't seen her stark naked countless times before. Rodolphus was sat on the end of her bed, shoes on and Dorcas felt the urge to just drop the towels and throw herself at him. That was a little unusual but after the shower he just made her want to sink her teeth into the curve of his neck but then it wasn't every day she got to see Queen live in concert so she couldn't pass that up just for sex with Rodolphus, she could have that pretty much any time she wanted it seemed.

Grabbing her knickers Dorcas dropped the towel just letting it fall to the ground. She put her knickers on followed by her bra and her top. She reached and pulled her jeans closer then stepped into them, pulling them up and doing the button. She made her way over to her window and the set of draws she had there. Sat on top was her little jewellery box which she opened up and grabbed out a bracelet and watch, putting them on opposite wrists. Her hair was next and Dorcas took the towel off her head and rubbed the towel against her hair one handedly as she walked down to the lounge and got her wand, making her way back up to the bathroom to shorten and dry her hair but she kept it blonde because she kind of liked it blonde. If Rodolphus didn't like the blonde so much she'd have considered making it a permanent change but she didn't want to seem to make him happy.

After ten minutes her hair and a bit of make up was done and she left the bathroom and made her way downstairs to the coat closet in the entrance. She grabbed out her leather jacket and slipped it over her shoulders then pulled out the draws at the bottom, looking over her various pairs of shoes, picking out a black studded pair. She slipped her feet into the shoes and shut the draw and then the doors, the heels giving her over an extra four inches in height so she looked like a regular sized human being. Next she was back in the lounge again for her bag which she'd left on the sofa with her bags of presents from her birthday and the tickets on the kitchen counter. She set the little box in her bag, easy to reach and wondered what the hell Rodolphus was up to. Probably jacking off or drinking. They seemed to be the two things he did when she wasn't paying him immediate attention. "You coming?" She called, closing up her bag and adjusting it on her shoulder as she walked to the entrance. She slipped her wand away in her jeans and was fairly certain she was ready to go.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 876
Notes: <3
Outfit: killer queen

Dorcas smirked a she felt Rodolphus' hands travelling over her body. One to her arse and one to her throat. She took in a breath of air while she could, never knowing just when or how long he would squeeze at her throat for or even how hard. The pressure of him against her was welcome after her night out. She enjoyed her family and friends but a good hard fuck was certainly a good way to end her birthday. Not that this was the end, they had a concert to get to. She did know him well enough to figure he was going to try and get her out of this fishtail as quickly a possible, the only problem was yanking the thing down wasn't going to do the trick, not even with all his strength behind his arms, tugging and pulling. Sure enough he tried a tug and she grinned leaning back against him, swaying her hips to tease him a little.

Her hair was moved to the side and she tilted her head to the side, following her hair, wincing as Rodolphus bit into the her shoulder, his teeth sinking in playfully hard. The pain was slight but it was thrilling. It built the anticipation of what was to come and with his frustrations over the fishtail she hoped it was going to be one hell of a time. This was pretty much all she'd require from him for her birthday. The idea of there being a gift too seemed like too much but Dorcas didn't think much of the gift, she found her thoughts completely entwined in the moment, feeling Rodolphus' hands over her body, exploring any way he could to be rid of the fin. Dorcas grinned amused by his efforts, her left hand reaching back to feel him through his jeans, rubbing her hand over him eagerly until he found the hidden little zip and pulled it down, his impatience showing. Once he'd pulled the fishtail down enough he slapped her arse and bit into her neck. She groaned, eyes closing until he spun her around to face him. He was tall and handsome. If the devil came to Earth he would look like Rodolphus Lestrange. Those eyes promised menace and he did not disappoint, pushing her on to her bed, yanking her fins from her and discarding them as if they were nothing.

Dorcas rolled over to lay on her back as Rodolphus stood. Dorcas brushed a few strands of loose hair from her face with the back of her forearm before letting it just fall behind her head. She listened as the shower started and realised that in this moment she was actually happy. She put it down to a good birthday, seeing everyone, even Dorian, embracing the costume side of the evening. She got a chance to catch up with and spending some quality time with her parents. She had plans to hang out with them for bonfire night too but tonight had been pretty much near perfect, even Rodolphus' company was appreciated and the fun they had together wasn't going to be fast forgotten. It never was.

Pushing herself up Dorcas walked naked through the house, grabbing a couple of towels from the laundry cupboard before returning to her bedroom. As she was stretching she was aching just the right amount. Her shoulder and neck were a little sore and her hip wasn't in great condition but it was working. After she'd sought him out after Paris' death it just wasn't the same. Well it had been fractured just an itty bit but she'd been able to pass it off as a tumble down some stairs and she was fairly certain the healer had bought it. She'd been fixed up in a little over an hour and it had been painful but it wasn't as if it was an every day occurrence. He didn't break her to pieces every time the screwed but it was kind of fun knowing that she could put up with literally shattered bones and still enjoy herself. Mostly. It hadn't been fun getting to the Hospital after that but he'd helped her out by getting her to lean on him so he could apparate her to the hospital. After getting dropped off she walked in alone and got help. Thank fuck it didn't take long to heal and the pain was a welcome distraction for a while but there was only so much she could take.

Dorcas pulled open her draws and threw some clothes on the bed, not looking where they'd landed, just knowing in they were in the right area and she'd be wearing them out tonight, her jacket was hung up in the entry so she didn't have to grab that until they were leaving, which would be soon, but she didn't much feel like being covered in sex-sweat for the concert. She grabbed a scrunchy from her bedside table and threw her hair up quickly, wrapping the long locks around and around into a bun, tying it in place and then moving to the lounge. She grabbed her wand and took the sea shell bra off with a little magic, there was no way those things had stayed in place without magic, and moved to her bathroom, pushing open the door and stepping in to the shower with Rodolphus.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 873
Notes: <3
Outfit: Nakey!

Dorcas had never seen the big deal about birthdays. She was someone that loved attention but when it was all given to her for the day she was born it jut seemed forced and unnecessary. She liked to keep her celebrations quiet and simple which was always easy enough at Hogwarts. The only person that had known her birthday at school had been Tersha. Her birthday was just always overshadowed by Hallowe'en, something Dorcas had taken advantage of this year. Because it was her first birthday in a while that her parents insisted she do something for. They were probably just looking for an excuse o get her mind, and probably Dorian's, away from Paris for the night. Her mum had wanted a big party, lots of people, loud music, plenty to drink. Dorcas had been convinced by her dad that a meal out would be a lovely way to spend the evening. She'd agreed - providing that everyone dress up in costume.

Dorcas had gone for a mermaid sort of thing which he really quite loved. She'd dyed her hair blonde and added some length to it much like she had done for a few fancy dress parties here and there over the years. Her mum had been rather fancy looking. Dorcas had no idea what era she was from or whatever but she looked nice in her blue dress. Her dad had been hilarious, some kind of Carmen Miranda dancer. The fruit had looked bloody delicious. Dorian and Ariel had come as a duo. Batman and Batgirl. It had been a fun night, attention was drawn away from it being her birthday and more to the costumes. The presents had been graciously accepted and thanked for at the beginning of the evening and it had all been rather fun. They weren't the only ones dressed in costume but it was only one other couple that was eating dressed up, still the Italian food had been delicious and then it was back to her parents for cake and coffee, though Dorcas of course had hot chocolate with cream, marshmallows and a sprinkle of chocolate powder and she enjoyed making Dorian uncomfortable by slowly scooping the cream with her finger and sucking it off. She usually didn't make such a show of it but it was her birthday and she wanted to torture him a little while nobody else seemed to bat an eye. It was perhaps a little mean to annoy him so but by Merlin's beard it was just somehow irresistible.

Dorian and Ariel had gone home first and Tersha had hung with her and her parents for a while after until she too had to go. Dorcas spent some alone time with her parents. Dorcas was kind of glad to just have some time with her parents as they snuggled on their lounge room couch and just talked about random bits, Dorcas in the middle and her father's fruit hat dropping on her head every now and then when he leant a little too much but it couldn't last all night, although Dorcas figured her parents were probably hoping it would, instead she thanked them for a fantastic evening and grabbed the bags her presents were in. She gave her parents a kiss goodbye, earning unwanted hugs from the both of them, hadn't she just spent enough time hugging her parents?! Dorcas finally got away and disapperated home. Her costume didn't really make for easy movement but it was totally worth the restricted movements and the little steps she had to take in order to walk. It looked adorable, obviously, so that was all that mattered. Practicality could be over looked for one night.

Dorcas finally made her way up the path to her front door and let herself in. With a push she shut the door behind her and listened as the lock clicked into place by itself. Good. She was done for the night. Being social with her family was bloody exhausting and she just wanted to check out her presents, have a shower, and go to bed. Next year would be different, next year she'd maybe just go out with Tersha, tear up the town and get a little, or a lot, wild. No doubt her parents would want to join in on that but whether they would or not would have to wait a year to be seen.

Sitting on her sofa, Dorcas leant back and let out a sigh. She pulled the bags she had hold of up onto the sofa and looked through one from her parents, rummaging as the door to her front door opened. Ah. Bollocks. Did he remember it was her birthday or was he simply here by coincidence? She had a feeling it was because he remembered, he'd not missed a single one, but she was really just hoping it was a coincidence. Her rules had been slowly crumbling over the years. It was ridiculous that they'd been messing around for eleven years but it wasn't like she was complaining and it worked for her. No commitment. They fucked. Fucking was what they did. It was straight forward and there were no lasting emotions involved. At least that was what she still told herself, she ignored that from time to time seeing him made her happy. There was no need for niceties or considering one another's feelings. It was strange that him staying the night or them having weekends away just wasn't strange. That wasn't something she'd ever thought she'd feel comfortable with but it was fine, more than fine - it was nice. There were no feelings between them and she even kind of liked being wrapped up in someones arms while she slept, she didn't miss him when he wasn't there and when he was it was comfortable. Usually his hand was on her boob but she was fine with that.

Dorcas kept looking through her things as Rodolphus walked through the cottage, making a beeline for the kitchen where his scotch was kept. He claimed to have something for her and her curiosity got the better of her. She sighed as she walked through the house and stood in the doorway to the kitchen. He set something down on the table and started preparing a drink. Dorcas looked over to him, then to the box on the table, and then back up to Rodolphus as he wished her a happy birthday. She looked to the watch on her wrist and she supposed he was just in time for that technically so she waddle with her fins and feet to the table in the centre of the kitchen. Once there she picked up the box, a little suspicious of a grinning Rodolphus. He was far too smug for her liking and she knew it would mean she'd be regretting letting him buy her a gift this year. She really should have just set a rule of no sodding gifts at all an stuck to it but then again he had treated her to a fair few things that she rather loved. If it was jewellery in the box though it was sitting in her draw alongside all the other pieces she had that were never going to see the light of day again.

Giving it a suspicious little shake Dorcas set the box back down again. Pulling the ribbon off and lifting the lid of box she gazed in, stoney faced. It wasn't jewellery she was seeing so that was good but there were concert tickets in the box and something else. She picked them up an inspected them. Queen Concert tickets?! She moved then to the back of her hand, behind what else she was holding. She looked at the next gift and moved them, the back stage passes, to the back of her hand too. Her features only changing when she got to the last little gift. "You're such a fucking twat." She laughed, looking at him, tilting her head, amused that she'd not seen that of all things coming. As for the Queen concert tickets and back stage passes she wanted to smack him over the head with them. "Thank you for my gifts." She said. It still felt strange saying those particular words to Rodolphus of all people. It felt weird and awkward but she always did receiving gifts from him. She placed the ticket and backstage passes back in the box and then looked at the picture of his dick. She turned it around to face him, "I'm putting it on my bedside table." She smirked as she moved away from the counter, walking around the end of it and making her way awkwardly towards the exit of the kitchen, not looking forward to climbing the stairs in this fish tail.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 1, 469
Notes: <3
Outfit: Fish out of water