Older Woman, Younger Man - Hot Enough For Ya?, ISO: Paris

[Haddock Vibe]

Ryan had been in the cauldron shop for the last hour examing all variety of cauldrons attempting to determine just the proper kind to use for the potion he'd been asked to produce. It wasn't that he enjoyed shopping, not in the least. He'd been bored to tears within the first ten minutes and if he'd known just what he was looking for when he'd arrived, he'd have snagged it and left. As it were, the potion he'd been asked to make wasn't one that had been used, or made, in over a millenia and so certain bits of procedure, such as the type of cauldron to use, had been lost.

He'd spent hours researching the properties of each ingredient, weighing out the possible results of using different grades and different materials when it came to the cauldron. And yet, even as he faced the walls of cauldrons he was no closer to deciding on the proper one than he had been since day one.

His customer was getting antsy.

For what felt like the fiftieth time, Ryan brushed off the shopkeeper when he felt the other's presence behind him. "I said I don't require assistance. If you insist on hovering, I'll take my business elsewhere."

[Haddock Vibe]

Now, had Ryan been just about any other bloke on the face of the earth it was quite likely that he'd choke, blush, feel his insides twist - something. For Ryan, he took it all in stride. Cocking a brow, and not once looking to the owner of the voice, he answered her.

"You assume a lot of a man you don't even know."

Oh, he'd play this game. Truly it had been some time since the female had come at him so strong. It was a nice bit of 'turn the tables' and he decided, quite in that instance, that he'd play this one out for all it was worth.

Hell, it might make the day a bit less dull.

Still, he wasn't about to just turn, slip an arm around the waist of the unknown female and drag her to the nearest corner for a good shag. Not that he was adverse to that in the least. If anything he lived for that. Today, though, he wanted to make it a bit more of a game.

"Hell, you're merchandise might not even be worth the effort."

[Haddock Vibe]

Well now, she certainly wasn't anything the dog wouldn't drag about was she? Still, he didn't so much as touch her. No. Even if his interest had been piqued - and trust him, it had - that didn't mean he was about to let the female before him know. He only let them know on his own time.

"I know I'm a good fuck," he smirked, "as far as you making this side attraction worth my time, that you'll have to prove to me."

And then he stepped away from her. He still had a job to do and Ferrier wouldn't be the least bit pleased if Ryan put off the job for a good lay; Ferrier would, however, be more than pleased to spend some lovely time hexing Ryan. Not something that the wizard enjoyed, thank you very much.

Gold. Gold with a platinum lining. It might possibly tarnish in the process, but then platinum was one of the more solid metals. Snapping at the shopkeeper, he barked out an order for the man to pack off three of them. "Send them to The Plaza in London. It's a Muggle place, so don't fuck up and send it by way of owl." He snapped. "Think your peabrain can handle that?"

The shopkeeper stammered and stuttered as he acknowledged that he did, indeed, understand. Ryan dug out the galleons, plus a generous tip, and tossed it on the counter as he headed out the door, giving the female a glance over his shoulder. "Were you just blowing smoke out of your ass or are you coming?"

Yes, he could be such the charmer.

[Haddock Vibe]

"Well now, you were the one to come up with the proposition. Do you mean to tell me I've got to do more than simply impale you on my cock?" Blunt? You better believe it. He'd never have done it had he not been completely sure that the woman standing before him could take it.

Afterall, when you'd seduced as many women as he had, you learned to read them like a book. He'd learn later that this particular witch had much more hidden between the covers than he'd first thought. He'd curse himself for it. Getting caught in the trap of the psychotic had never been a forte of his.

A very different story presented itself at the moment; a story to read with pleasure. His eyes showed just how much pleasure he was ready to gain from this excursion as well.

"I'm always up for a shag in the alleyway myself." Made the whole thing easy, it did. Less chance of falling asleep in some stranger's bed which, in turn, only created akwardness upon awaking.

[Haddock Vibe]

Most wizards would be more than pleased to have a witch pressing them against a wall and demanding that he take her. Ryan was no exception to the rule. In fact, he was the reason that the rule had been made in the first place. That the witch in question may have ulterior motives or may be setting him up or any number of scenarios never did enter into his mind. Not that he’d not faced any number of those given situations in the past. Still, he took the threat as nothing more than an additional bit of excitement to heighten the sensations that coursed through him in animalistic fashion.

At her actions, more so than her words, he grabbed her by the hair, turning her and almost roughly pressing her stomach over the top of a conveniently placed metal trashcan. She wanted him in this alley? He’d take her. On his terms. And today he was not in the mood for well placed kisses and whispered words – especially from a stranger. One hand hiked up her skirts, the other exposing his lower half, his cock straining as he freed it from it’s confines.

His wand came out an instant before he buried himself within her folds, the muttered protective charm falling with practice from his lips before he discarded his wand to the cold alley floor beside the trashcan. His hips worked a furious pace against her, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave behind fingertip sized bruises as he grunted his exertion.

[Maddy Devereux]

He took her by the hair, bending her over the trashcan and everything was happening faster than she could have imagined. Her head was spinning, there was an ache between her thighs, with each forced motion, she wanted him more. It was just like Justin, in fact the closest she had come in a long, long time. She didn't show any resistance at all, she just went with it. Even at the pace he was going, it wasn't fast enough, until he was filling her.

He whispered a protective charm and his wand rolled to the floor but he was alreayd slamming into her before she could think much of anything else, the carelessness of dropping one's wand. She gripped the top of the trashcan as hard as she could, the pleasure so great she was blinded. Her knuckles grew white as she gripped the edge, the scraping of the metal against the ground raw to her ears, but she thought of nothing else.

She could do little, really however. She was quite helpess in fact, trapped between this man and the trashcan. But the helplessness of the situation was how she liked it. Where most girls would have protested, or tried something, anything....Paris allowed him the dominant position, clearly fine with being submissive, and enjoying the pain of how hard he was pushing.