Tough Lover (PG 13)

Veronika strutted through a club in France, ready for a night and some new hunting grounds. She was getting tired of Russian boys and figured she'd spice things up with a French guy. City of passion and all that. She was wearing a very short silver dress, strapless and hugging her curves perfectly. Her shoes were tall, silver, and sparkly, flashing in the pulsing lights. She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and stalked ontot the dance floor, immediately launching into a sexy dance. She fixed her smoky gaze on a French boy and beckoned with one finger, grinning wickedly.

The music rang in his ears, the crowd pressed up against him from all sides as the entire club danced. Julian grinned, pulling the brunette in front of him closer, even as they moved faster and faster to the song.

She was alright, he admitted, reasonably good at dancing. But every time she met his gaze, it was almost as if he wasn't there.

So when a blonde turned her sights to him, he didn't think twice about taking up her offer. Letting go of the brunette with an apologetic smile he didn't mean, he moved towards the blonde.

"Well," he murmured, scanning her up and down, an appraising smile dancing across his lips. "Hello to you."

Veronika smirk as the boy immediately left the lackluster brunette he was dancing with and came to her. It always felt good to be the center of attention.

"Hey yourself," she said teasingly. "I'm over here dancing all alone, I think I need a pertner, how about you?" she asked with a grin. With out waiting for an answer, she pulled him closer. "You'll do perfectly," she said with a smirk.

Veronika began dancing even more sexily than before, with extra sway in her hips and using her curves to her every advantage. "Like what you see?" she asked teasingly.

"I think it's a shame that someone as beautiful as you is out here all alone." Clicking his tongue, he glanced around them, shaking his head mournfully. "Some people just can't see what they have when it's right in front of them."

Grinning at the blonde, he wrapped his arms around her. "Of course I will. I'm the only one in the room who will."

Moving in time to the music, he hummed softly, his eyes never leaving her. "Well, I don't know. I'd have to see more to make an informed decision." Slowly, his blue eyes made their way back to her face, a sly grin dancing across his face.

Veronika grinned. They were into their little flirting war of words now, one of her favorite parts in the whole game, besides the end result. "Well if I came with someone, I wouldn't. Have ended up with you, now would I?" she asked. Leaning forward, she whispered into his ear, "And I think that would have been a shame, don't you?"

Veronika raised an eyebrow incredulously, though she was still grinning. "Think you're the only one, huh? Don't suppose I could get anyone else? Doesn't matter anyway, I have you now."

Preening a bit, Vero tilted her head back to let him look, never looking away from him either. He danced well and had a very nice body. "Well that can definitely be arranged," she said with a sexy smirk. "But I think they frown upon that sort of thing in public. So do you want to stay or go?"

A corner of his mouth twitched upwards, the beginnings of a grin lighting up his face. "Please, you would've left him the minute you saw me. It's just part of my charm." Smirking, he let out a little hum of agreement. "Trust me, it'd be a great disappointment to miss out on you."

Julian raised an eyebrow right back. "You could have one of the others, but they're not worth your time."

He grinned, shrugging a shoulder. "Oh, but we're French," he murmured, his accent a little stronger. "We might be alright with it." His fingers dancing across her back, he tilted his head at her. "But I'd rather spend some time with you without all the unwanted eyes."

Veronika laughed, smiling at him. "Somone thinks rathe highly of himself. Well maybe I would have. Something tells me you're a lot to miss out on." She grinned. "Oh I assure you it would be."

Veronika shrugged. "They're really not. I'd prefer to spend my time with someone more... experienced than the usual rabble. I assume you fit the bill?" She smirked. "You certainly seem to know what you're doing," she added, pulling him closer and continuing to dance.

Laughing, her head tilted back, Veronika conceded his point. "Well I suppose. I knew there was a reason I liked you. But I don't think I want to be showing this to just anyone here. You know. I don't want to share you tonight either you know."

"When you look this good, you just can't help it." He shrugged carelessly, a bright grin on his face. It was good to get back in the game. It helped distract him from everything else in his life. And she was very distracting indeed.

"Anything you could possibly imagine and more," he whispered into her ear, a slow smirk dancing across his face. "Just say the word."

Julian pulled away slightly, grinning thriumphantly. "Good, because I have just the place." Taking one of her hands, he began to weave through the pulsating crowd, unable to keep the little grin off his face.

Veronika took time to look him over, excruciatingly slow and with meticulous attention to detail. "Well Ican't argue with that," she murmmered, though loud enough for him to hear over the pounding music. She grinned, loving the feeling of having another guy for the night.

Shivering a little at his words, Veronika grinned. "Well that sounds simply... enchanting. I think the words are 'Let's go.'"

Veronika followed him through the crowds, twisting deftly to avoid the pulsing bodies, a slow grin beginning on her face. This was getting to the best part.

Every once in a while, he glanced back at her, grinning. But for the most part, he focused on making his way through the crowd, pushing past boys and girls alike, levelling them all with that charming little smile of his.

Stepping out into the warm June night, Julian paused to hold the door open for her. "It's a bit of a walk," he shrugged, closing the door behind her. "Hope you don't mind."

Julian didn't. As long as he got what he'd came for, he was fine with the wait.

Continuing to twist deftly behind him, Veronika flashed an amused smirk at most of their victims as her new friend shoved his way through them. "Well someone's eager, now isn't he?" she said laughingly as they came outside.

Veronika shook her head. "Walking's fine with me." She was getting closer. "But we might have to make frequent stops," Closer. "To...take a break." She brushed her lips against his, lightly at first, then harder and faster, demanding.

"You can't blame me," he called over his shoulder, fixing her with a large grin. "After all, look at what I'm looking forward to." A smirk pulling at his lips, he turned back around, moving a little faster.

Glancing at her, Julian watched her move towards him, his gaze shifting from her lips to her eyes, a tiny smirk flitting across his face. He kissed her back, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer to him even as his lips pressed hard against hers, a hand finding its way into her hair.

Veronika put her hand to her cheek as though she was blushing and smirked. "Aren't you a charmer? I'm flattered, Pretty Boy, and you certainly look too good to wait for yourself." She flashed him a flirtatious grin.

They made out on the corner for a minute or two, getting more and more intense. Finally, Veronika pulled back slightly, smirking, and said, "Well if that was the appetizer, I think we need to get somewhere where we can enjoy the main course. It would be a shame to ruin our appetites."

He gave his head an amused shake at the nickname that seemed to pop up everywhere. How many people hadn't called him that? "Well, I'm going to have to pay you back for that compliment." He grinned widely.

Blinking his eyes open as she pulled away, his grip on her waist loosened, and he smirked lazily. "Good idea," he murmured huskily, fully pulling away to grab her arms, tugging her down the street. "Shall we, then? I'm a little -" he ran his tongue across his lips. "Hungry."

Veronika winked. "Well I'm interested in your form of repayment. Will it be something I like?" she asked, her eyes widening with fake innocence. "I want to make sure it's something I'll enjoy."

Veronika hurried after him, eager to get to their destination so they could continue, hopefully with considerably less clothing. She smirked at his comment, playing along with her food analogy. "Well then let's get dinner on the table. I wouldn't want to leave you starving on the street."

"I think you'll enjoy it," he murmured, whatever attempt of being mysterious he had thwarted by his large grin. "I know I'll enjoy giving it to you." Humming softly, he added, "Trust me, my gifts are legendary."

If he had to choose just one thing he loved about his house, it was how close it was to all major Wizarding locations. It'd hardly take fifteen minutes, though depending on how many stops they made, it could easily be much longer. "On the table..." Julian repeated, smirking wickedly at her. "Well, if that's where you want to eat, that can be easily arranged."

Veronika smirked at his direct approach. "Well that's resuming to know," she murmmered to him. "And I think you'll quite enjoy what I give back," she added, with a roguish smile. "I'll be happy to have a demonstration of your legendary gifts. I'm sure it will be positively enchanting."

"Mmm," replied Veronik, hooking her arms around his neck in the entranceway of his house. "Well I don't know, the table might be a little uncomfortable. We might just have to go to the bedroom. Lead the way," she added in a whisper, pulling him close and kissing the living daylights out of him.

He nodded slightly, grinning back at her. "Mmm, I'm already imagining what I'll be getting." There really was nothing better than this. The flirting was always fun, but what came next was a thousand times better. Julian's grin widening, he said, "You're in luck then. It seems to be your night."

His arms wrapping their way back around her waist, he tilted his head slightly. "But everybody uses beds. Why not spice it up? Do something unconventional?" He grinned, leaning into her, pressing an open mouthed kiss to her lips. Pressing his body into her, his grip on her tightened.

"Well I'm sure your imagination isn't doing it justice. I've been told it's quite mind-blowing," Veronika said, smirking. She had been told that once, though she couldn't remember by who. Grinning, she added "Well I do tend to be rather lucky usually. But I prefer to rely on skill."

Veronika tilted her head back to give him better access. "It's your house, Pretty Boy, why don't you choose? I'm sure we'll be able to have a bit of fun no matter wherever we have it. Besides, you're right. Conventiality is boring."

He raised an eyebrow, though his eyes sparkled brightly. "That good, huh? We'll just have to put you to the test, then." And he'd quite enjoy doing so, partly just to see if she was as good as she said, and partly because he selfishly wanted the physical satisfaction.

A small noise beginning somewhere in the back of his throat, he began to trail his lips down her jawline. Pausing by her ear, he grinned. "Then let's go." Pulling away from her, Julian unlocked the front door, grinning at her.

"I think it's just about dinnertime."

Veronika grinned. "Not my words, trust me. I would have used something more... provocative. But I think I'll pass your tests." I've certainly had enough experience, she snorted to herself. But will you pass mine?

Veronika moaned a little, low in her throat. She knew the vibrations would travel through to his lips and it had a strange, exciting feeling. She followed him into the house, smirking. "Well I'm starving," she replied. "Let's get on with it."

"Use your own words then." Julian raised an eyebrow expectantly. "Just how provacative are we talking about?" Smirking slightly, he brushed a hand through his hair, looking over her again. In some ways, she'd already passed his tests. For one thing, she was attractive and seeing as he was taking her home, he'd practically already won.

Humming softly, he glanced over his shoulder at her, grinning. Taking her hand in his, he swung it absentmindedly. The lights flickering on automatically from their presence, his blue eyes scanned the house, moving from the living room on his left (he paused for a fraction of a second on the table) to the kitchen and dining room on his right and finally coming to rest on the winding staircase that led upstairs.

"Anyone home?" he called, tilting his head slightly for any sound from his housemate. The only answer he got was a meow as a black cat climbed onto the top of the dark blue sofa. Julian rolled his eyes, though he smiled fondly at Nightmare.

Nodding to himself to confirm what he was about to, he pulled the blonde around the couch into the living room. Letting go of her hand, he picked up the cat, murmuring to her that it'd be better if she didn't see this. Flicking her tail, she mewled softly, jumping out of his arms. Letting out another mewl over her shoulder, she padded off. If cats could be tactless - and if he knew what she was saying - , he supposed she would've been.

Giving his head a small shake, he turned back to the blonde, a small grin crossing his lips. "You know," he murmured, moving towards her. "I never got your name." He tsked softly, his eyes sparkling as he brushed his fingers across her jawline. "How can I say I know you if I don't even have a name to put to a pretty face?"

Cocking his head, he smirked slightly. His hands trailing down her sides, they paused at her hips. Pressing her body into his, his lips found their way to her neck, trailing little kisses across her skin.

Veronika smirked. "Well, I would have used something like-" here, she whispered something in his ear that would haves made most guys blush and most girls would be afraid to say. "But I figured 'mind blowing' was a bit more appropriate."

Looking around his house, Veronika was unsurprised to find it well furnished with seemingly expensive taste. She smiled at his cat (she liked animals), laughing as he told it not to watch. "Wouldn't want to scar the poor thing, would we?" she asked with a grin.

Veronika tilted her head, following the curve of his fingers on her jaw. "Veronika," she replied. "And what about you? I don't who's name to say tonight either. But I think we're about to know each other very well, names or no."

Veronika shivered with delight at his touch, running her hands through his hair. They slowly drifted down his back and sides to the hem of his shirt, which she pulled up, breaking his contact with her skin for a second as she pulled it over his head. Then she brought her mouth to his, engaging their tongues in an interesting duel while she ran her hands over his bare chest.

(OOC- yes, I did actually having a thing in mind to say about Vero's skills. But it was rated about triple X and I figured I'd leave that part out.)

He raised an eyebrow at her expectantly as she leaned in. Instead of blushing at her words - Julian Rousseau did not blush - the Prideux simply grinned. "Oh, I don't know. I like the sound of that."

Julian blinked back in the direction Nightmare had disappeared, not for the first time wishing he could communicate with animals. Turning back to the blonde, his lips curved into a smile. "I really don't want to give her back to her owner scarred.

"Veronika," he murmured, continuing to run his fingers over her skin. "It suits you." Moving closer to her, he smirked slightly. "Me? Julian. And I agree. It'll be like we've known each other for ages."

There was something about her shiver and the way she reacted to his every touch...it just excited him. Grinning against her skin, he let out a little whine of protest as he was pulled away. Grinning slightly as his shirt disappeared, he pressed his lips back against her mouth, his tongue eager to explore.

Veronika smirked. "Well I'm sure you'll get a taste of it tonight. I mean, what else am I here for?" She was a bit impressed that her explicitness didn't even faze him. Not every guy was this used to it... She decided she would probably like this boy.

Nodding, Vero replied, "Yes, I always thought it did too. Julian suits you as well." In ways she couldn't explain, it would have been almost wrong if he wasn't Julian. Smirking, she added "Well you won't exactly be the first age old friend I've gained in a night."

She smiled at his whine, moving her lips against his, opening her mouth for him. Her hands went lower, to the button of his jeans, and she pulled it open, and the zipper, slipping them off, down to the floor. She wiggled impatiently, discarding her ever present leather jacket on the floor, then returning her hands to his body.