Mutual Attraction

It was about 9:00pm when Remy arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. It was one of her usual haunts in London because it had a tendency to draw a large, diverse crowd of reasonable well-to-do clientele. She also preferred it because she and one of the bartenders had something of an agreement; he let her stay in one of the rooms upstairs free of charge as long as she agreed to wear something low cut and pretend not to notice him staring at her cleavage.

The bartender in question was working tonight, which Remy had already known before she came. Tonight she was wearing a sharply cut black blazer over a black, body-hugging V-neck dress with a silver zipper running the length of the front of the dress, and tall, spiked black heels. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders in long, slightly mussed curls, which she tossed over her shoulder as she approached the bar, leaning over pointedly with her elbows on the bar top so as to bring the bartender’s attention to her quickly.

“And how are we doing tonight, Miss Devaul?” Robert asked Remy’s chest.

“Fine, just fine,” Remy replied easily, shifting her arms so as to frame her assets even more clearly. If he was going to stare, she may as well make it worth his while and ensure she got her end of the bargain, “Just thought I’d stop in for a drink and… maybe stay a while.”

“Right, right,” Robert said, breaking his laser gaze at her chest to check that no one else was close enough to hear their exchange. Robert did not lie with the finesse Remy did, and even after all the times their plan had gone through smoothly, he still seemed to worry someone would catch on. Men were stupid like that.

“So just a whiskey and the key,” Remy probed him, giving him a slightly seductive smile as she brought his eyes back to her. After taking a moment to remind himself why he agreed to this arrangement - a loooong look down – Robert filled a tumbler with whiskey, no ice, and reached back to take a key off of the rack behind the bar.

“Here you are then,” Robert said, sliding both across the bar into Remy’s waiting hands.

“Thanks so much,” Remy said, smiling sweetly as she flicked him two sickles, enough to cover the whiskey and the tip, before standing up slowly and sauntering over to the steps.

The room Robert gave her was always the room on the farthest end of the hall, which Remy preferred for its discretion. Slipping the key into the lock, the dark-haired woman turned the handle and pushed the door open, kicking it closed behind her. She set the tumbler down on the bedside table and shrugged out of her blazer, tossing it on a chair on the far side of the room.

Glancing at the clock, Remy saw that it was 9:25pm. Perfect timing. Remy checked her appearance in the mirror and, satisfied, sat down lazily on the bed and took a sip of her whiskey. Now she just had to wait for the second half of this party for two to arrive.

((Cue Philipp))

It was 20:47 as Philipp took a look at the watch. He was late.
He had a friday night rendezvous with Remy Devaul - a 26 sixth, amazingly beautiful, also death-eater woman, who Philipp was seeing now and then.

It hat started a while ago. They were just meeting now and then, talked and well... did other things. It was a pleasure to meet with her.

So 40 minutes before the begging of their meeting, Philipp hopped in the shower. He turned the water warm and let the water run down his body. He closed his eyes and helf the shower above his head and let his hair get wet. Philipp reached over to his shower and body gel and cleaned himself.

Around 35 minutes later Philipp arrived at the Leaky Caouldron. Well, at least he wasn´t late. Philipp walked into the crowded bar, checking the room before heading to the counter. "Excuse me." Philipp shoutet to the waiter who didn´t seem to hear him.Philipp tapped his fingers on the table. He hated waiting. "Excuse me! he shouted louder this time to get the waiters attention.

A couple of shouts later, Philipp got the waiter to give him a bottle of fire whiskey and the number of the room Remy took. He was delighted to find out that the room was going to give them enough privacy, being at the end of the corridor.

Philipp walked in to find Remy leing on the bed looking beautiful. "Hey you." he greeted her with a smile, closed the door and walked to the bed, leaving the bottle of whiskey on the tabel. "I thought that we could drink a little bit..." he smirked and hopped on the to bed next to Remy, kissing her on the cheek. ""So, how are you doing? he asked as he studied the way that her dress was hugging her body.

Remy felt the burn of alcohol in the back of her throat and smiled contentedly. Tonight was going to be a good night. The clock on the wall ticked down the minutes, and just as the minute of their agreed meeting came to pass, the door swung open to reveal Philipp standing in the door frame.

His greeting was easy, as was his style. It was one of the things Remy liked so much about Philipp; he was a very relaxed person to be around, and he didn’t hold any pretenses. They both knew what they were doing here tonight, and Remy had confidence in the fact that their agreement – you could hardly call this a relationship – was a stable one. There was mutual benefit to be had out of the situation, and Philipp hadn’t yet showed any signs of turning their fun into something serious.

“Hey yourself,” the dark-haired temptress replied with a tone of seduction, returning Philipp’s smile with a wolf-like one of her own. She raked her eyes appreciatively down his body as he walked toward her. His body was what had attracted Remy to Philipp in the first place. Of course, it didn’t hurt that he was well off, either, but Remy was most acutely aware of his physical attractiveness. He was tall and well built, and the planes of his face creates a chiseled jawline with just a slight amount of scruff. When he sat down next to her, Remy could smell the clean scent coming off of him, which could only make her think dirty things.

“You know I never say no to a good stiff drink,” Remy answered when he held up the firewhiskey. She smirked when he kissed her on the cheek, such a frivolous action compared to what they both knew would come to pass in the next few hours, but it almost made the gesture more of a tease than a polite passing, as it would in any other situation.

“I’m doing very well,” Remy said slowly in response to his question, placing her free hand on his shoulder and letting it slide down his chest to where the buttons of his shirt started and then letting her fingers linger there, “And I have a feeling I am going to be even better soon.”

“And how are you doing?” Remy asked playfully, cocking her head slightly to one side and feigning innocence she and Philipp both knew she did not possess. It was all part of the game they always played, and it was one Remy enjoyed supremely.

Remy felt a tingle of excitement run down her spine when Philipp asked her if she saw something she liked. It was a rhetorical question, of course. Philipp already knew she found him physically attractive, and it would have been difficult not to. The man was long, built with lean muscle, and his torso rippled with well-honed muscle. And that was just what one could see with his shirt off. Things only got better the more clothing he lost.

“Philipp, when I see something I like… I get it,” Remy responded, being intentionally coy on the last few words as she flipped her curtain of dark hair over her shoulder. Philipp smirked at this and busied himself filling a glass with whiskey for himself and refilling the one Remy had emptied. Taking a sip, Remy realized the bottle he had brought upstairs was definitely of a cheaper variety than what Robert had given her downstairs, but then again, Philipp didn’t really have the pull with men that Remy did. Still, the burn in the back of her throat didn’t stop Remy from taking another drag from the glass before setting it down on the chest at the end of the bed.

As she was turning back, Philip took her hand and raised it to his lips, letting them linger there for a moment before kissing them with an accompaniment of teasing words. Remy closed her eyes against the temptation to cut right to the chase and jump him already, knowing that the waiting made the already pleasurable experience even better. Luckily, Philipp distracted her a moment later by pulling out a pack of cigarettes and inquiring if it would bother her if he smoked.

“Not at all,” Remy said, leaning back on her elbows and sinking slightly into the mattress of the bed. Remy wasn’t all that fond of smoking – she couldn’t usually afford to be - but she did so when it was necessary to create a connection between herself and a man she was attempting to seduce. With Philipp this would be unnecessary, though. While he was by no means wrapped around her finger in the way many of her other conquests were, Remy did not have to make a real effort to win him over. He had been consistently coming back for more, so he must have seen – or experienced – something that he liked.

Philip continued talking, and although Remy usually hated this monotonous part of small talk before sex, she didn’t mind it quite as much with Philipp. He wasn’t a particularly stimulating conversationalist – it took a lot to get Remy interested in conversation that wasn’t directly beneficial to her needs and wants – but he certainly did know how to weave innuendo into the conversations they had whenever they met up. It was like verbal foreplay before things really got going, and Remy consistently found that that fact made the talking more palatable.

“So what have you been up to this week?” Remy asked her companion in a lazy sort of way while she stared at a crack in the ceiling, having let her body fall fully onto the bed as she waited for him to finish his cigarette, “Anything interesting to report?”