February 12th, 1891 - post Sonata #7 Debut
Winnie's Boardinghouse room
Dorian Fisk

I talked you into slippin' down the hall, baby, turn it on
Your playlist you play when you're in the shower
Talked you into taking up my time, making up your mind
Switching back and forth for an hour
And now you're lookin' like a line from a Vandross song
I'm looking at that fine little dress you got on
Don't get me wrong, girl, I love it
Now I just wanna talk you out of it

Winnie lay against the mattress, barely covered with a sheet, still panting and forever thankful she'd been allowed to have a small fireplace magically installed into her room for the Floo network. Given the nature of her job, it was a prudent addition and helped immensely, but Merlin's beard was it helpful in other ways.

When Dory had appeared in the fireplace late at night that could only mean one thing and Winnie had not been disappointed. There had been no fanfare though, no lead up, no questioning whether she was in the mood (which was never no), hardly any foreplay even! She'd been curled up in bed reading, catching up on some work notes when he'd come in like a gale force wind and the next thing she knew clothes were flying off and she was covering her own mouth to keep the noise down.

All in all it was a delightful turn of events.

But Winnie was no idiot and Dory was a pretty easy-to-read book. "I take it you didn't just miss me tonight, hmm?" She sighed as her breathing finally slowed, rolling over to look at him in pure amusement. Running her hand through her tangled waves, she tossed her hair carelessly over her shoulder, leaning on one arm as she watched him.

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Typically, Dorian prided himself on being a decent lover. He always did his best to ensure his partner was enjoying herself and took his time with the build up. Intimacy was as intricate a dance as any half composed ballet, after all. His release would come eventually, just as it always did. Dory could usually afford to wait awhile.

However, after hours of watching the dancers in their enticing costumes and having whatever the conversation with Greengrass was, Dory was desperate for relief. A brothel would take too long, seeing as he would have to converse and select his mate for the night. Not to mention none of them would be particularly fun to be in bed with. Prostitutes were only as fun as the coin one paid, and Dorian had spent more than his fair share attending the Sonata.

Winnie came to mind almost instantly. Their standing arrangement hadn't been used since before Christmas, but that was more due to their demanding schedules than anything else. They moved hard and fast, and at the end Dorian still wasn't completely sated. A piece was missing. A certain firmness he refused to accept as natural.

"Mmm, yeah. I'm sorry about that." He laughed. "I - uh. Yeah. It's been a bit."

  

"No need to be sorry, that's what I'm here for." She chuckled breathlessly. "Something get your knickers in a twist?" Winnie teased, knowing she'd done something similar to him a time or two in the past. A late night summons to scratch an itch that had been started elsewhere. As much as she liked to push boundaries in flirting, especially with other ladies, it often did not lead anywhere, which was frustrating to say the least, if expected. Her arrangement with Dory was perfect for just that. At least this was fairly reliable.

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Yes. I had a tense conversation with a man about another man. Dory thought to say but knew better than to voice such words. Men were meant to be with only women. Though, if that were true then why was he still having such vivid thoughts about both the man on the stage and Greengrass?

"There were dancers at the Sonata," Dory said instead, his tone tense enough that she might pick up on his lie. "They were, er, quite provocative in their costumes and movements."

  

Stretching out her pleasantly sore body, Winnie was unabashed that the sheet hardly covered any of her body. Bruises were going to bloom in a lot of places in the morning, but that wasn't anything Winnie couldn't handle.

Grinning, she tucked her hands behind her head in the epitome of satisfaction. "Oh, I love dancer's costumes." She gushed in an excited whisper, closing her eyes to envision the possibilities. Not that she'd been to many a ballet or anything, but oh the legs. "All bosom and legs on them. I love a nice pair of legs on a lass." They left little to the imagination, which was half the fun and most of the enticement.

"I'm sure all those delightful male muscles were on display as well." Win had no issues appreciating the beauty of a body, whatever the gender.

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Dory shot her a surprised glance to hear her discuss the feminine form so freely. Women loving other women didn't seem as off to him as a man loving a man (mainly because the very thought of it stirred his otherwise spent nether regions). Still, it wasn't the way things ought to be in the bedroom, he didn't think. "Have you ever ... with a woman?" He asked stupidly. Really, they shouldn't even be talking about it, lest she ask him why he was so curious.

  

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Winnie hummed out her amusement, still picturing the delightful vision in her head, when Dory asked his question. Pursing her lips to hide the smirk that threatened to split her face in two, she eyed him pensively. "Oh darling... it's a delightful change every once in a while. The ladies have such a softness to them you gents just cannot replicate." Winnie was not a particularly soft girl herself, all elbows and lean muscle, not much of a bust to speak of, but a buxom lass with thick legs was something she dreamed about. Often.

"They however cannot do what we just did either, so both have their merits." Both at the same time was the ideal situation, everybody got what they wanted (generally), but was unfortunately not something she'd been able to talk anyone into. Of course even finding ladies willing to indulge her was tricky, but she had a friend or two that she could coerce every once in a while. Women with experience knew what they wanted and another woman could obviously sympathize to mutual satisfaction; it worked out splendidly

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Unbidden, thoughts of Greengrass and the dancer once more came to mind. He thought of the hard planes of the dancer's chest and the soft angles of Greengrass' jaw, and fantasized for a second of what it might have felt like to touch either. To feel them against his body as Winnie claimed to have felt the softness of women.

Dory didn't have a response for her, not one that would be socially acceptable to announce, anyway. Despite having finished their round just a few minutes ago, he rolled back atop her to kiss her intensely. His hand gripped her hip tightly as he tried to otherwise forget about who he'd rather be kissing.

  

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She must have struck a nerve and despite the fact that she was now pinned beneath him once again, she had to chuckle quietly to herself. His hesitation to even ask her about her encounters with other ladies had her wondering if he perhaps may have noticed the gentleman dancers this evening. The blatant disregard for the conversation however and sudden lust-fueled movements had her thinking he might not be ready to admit that just yet though.

The desperation in his movements and roughness in which he overtook her was one of the things she did enjoy about being with a man. There was just something about being tossed around like a ragdoll that always appealed to Winnie. That wasn't to say that she was unfamiliar with running the show either. It seemed tonight however, she was just a supporting actress to his needs. As long as hers were met too, she didn't quite give a damn.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she came up for air, gasping just a little from the intensity in which he'd kissed her. Dory had never disappointed her in the bedroom, but there was an edge to tonight she couldn't quite place. She kind of liked it. "Merlin's beard Fisk," She sighed, rolling her body up against his, clawing at the sheet to get it out of the way of her skin touching his.

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His lips dropped to her neck then her collar bone. Winnie was speaking but all Dory heard was the steady thump of his heart beat in his ears. He should slow down, should stop the intensity of his motions, but none of them were working. It was still a man he was picturing beneath him. Dory nipped at the skin on her neck.

This urge wasn't entirely foreign to him. He suppressed fleeting thoughts about his teammates over the years, especially after brutal quidditch matches where they were all sweaty and gross. None of those thoughts were anywhere near as vivid as the ones he was presently facing with Greengrass. Dory's hands moved over the smooth expanse of her hips and chest before gripping her bottom. He couldn't shake the feeling of her soft skin being wrong.

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Winnie wasn't complaining about the ferocity in which he moved, she was no stranger to a little rough and tumble to well, a tumble, but she couldn't quite get over the fact that she was just the vessel here. Not that she cared, not at all, in fact it was kind of amusing really. He must have some underlying frustrations at play.

Gasping audibly at the nip to her neck, Winnie knew there would be a collection of bruises to clean up once they'd scratched this particular itch. Everywhere his hands roamed left a trail of fire, despite the fact that this was round two. Maybe she hadn't really come down from the first time it perhaps it was the rough edge, but Winnie was still into it.

Dragging her nails over his skin, with the intent for it to sting a little, Winnie pressed her lips to his shoulder to contain the threatening moan. It wasn't like she wanted her neighboring ladies to hear her with a visitor. When the feeling had passed, she returned the favor by grazing her teeth along the same spot.

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Each nip and touch was driven by the forceful desire to forget any such references to seeking and agility. Dory had been with enough women to understand flexibility in the bedroom, he didn't need to wonder about how various men might move, too. Men weren't soft like Winnie was (Greengrass was lanky, at best.)

The thought of Greengrass had Dory pulling away from Winnie with a frustrated groan. Nevermind that she was giving as good as she got, it was all wrong. It wasn't her he wanted (not that his body agreed) but that dancer, or Greengrass. Or both.

Perhaps he ought to try celibacy. Maybe that would banish such thoughts.

He couldn't think of how to explain himself to Winnie, so he rolled off her instead and threw his arm over his eyes. "Sorry." He muttered halfheartedly. "Just need a minute."

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Oh the whiplash was going to give her a headache. She sighed audibly as he rolled off of her and next to her, dramatically covering his face. She'd never seen him this way. Taking a deep breath, she rolled over and casually draped an arm and leg over him. "What's really got you all out of whack? You can tell me, I promise not to judge." Somehow she thought there might be more to his previous answer.

Winnie rarely took anything personally, nor was she ever one to judge, considering her history in this area of life. She'd already admitted she'd been with other women, she clearly had sex out of wedlock, often. It wasn't like she had a leg to stand on here. It could have nothing do with sex and she still would be as impartial as humanly possible. Their situation was very out of the ordinary, casual sex when they both needed it, but they were friends too at the root of it.

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He hadn't meant to irritate Winnie. (Losing her as an outlet and friend was among the things Dory feared the most.) It was just ... complicated and wrong. He sighed himself, his excitement all but gone as he gave into his frustration. Talking about it wouldn't help matters any, nor would it be an appropriate sort of conversation. Then again, when had they ever done anything the way propriety demanded they ought?

"It's complicated." Dory mumbled, peering out from under his arm to gaze down at her. "I don't really know how to explain it."

  

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"Try me," She offered lightly, keeping her tone even now that her breathing was back to normal. She was more worried about him than getting off, that she could do without any help all on her own.

She propped her head up on her hand, looking down at him curiously. "I think you'll find I'm not easily shocked by anything." Whatever it was that was on his mind probably wouldn't come as much of a surprise to her, whether it had to do with sex or not. The only reason she assumed that was because it was what he'd come here for. Maybe it had nothing to do with it at all and he just wanted a distraction. Either way she would help him puzzle it out if he wanted to.

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No, Winnie wouldn't be shocked. If anything, Winnie was more obsessed with sex than Dory even. He could think of few people who would be as accepting of the odd behavior than her, but that was just it. Using Winnie as a gauge for what was acceptable was similar to asking a prostitute if paying for their services was an acceptable decision.

He inched away from her on the bed, sitting up on his own elbow so it wouldn't feel as though she was looking down at him. "I met someone." Dory offered uncomfortably. "And they're entirely off limits."

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