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At first, to be honest, she kind of looked like a stranger to him. Some pretty person who he was no longer close to (story of his life), just a familiar face. Her voice brought a lump to his throat 'cause of the bell it rang in his memory. It had comforted him almost everyday at work. Next came her hug once he was inside her flat and that helped a lot more. God, did that help. Shit.

Benjy closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the heaven of her touch. This was something he'd forever appreciated about Emmeline --- how easily she wrapped herself around him, made him feel like he was something real special. Benjy brought his arms up around her slowly, afraid she might break if he moved too fast or pressed too hard. "Missed you." He said quietly, maybe even a little awkwardly.

"M'sorry," He murmured against her hair, "Know it's late but.." he trailed off because the way her arms felt around him made him think maybe, for once, he didn't need to explain himself.

He pulled in a sharp breath and that was when he forced himself to smile, to even laugh a little. It was somewhat forced, but he felt like he had to do it. Whether it be due to habit or nerves or the physical bliss of Emmeline's body heat against his own, Benjy knew he had a reason to smile. He pulled away, studied her for a moment and said, "S'good to see you, wow. You look... great." Unlike himself.

Benjy was a hot mess, eyes a little bloodshot from the combination of a long day at work and his recent stress attack. He cleared his throat, "I know, I probably woke you up. Sorry." Before really thinking it through, he moved in for another hug because it was too good to see her. He was more selfish about it this time, less concerned about breaking her and more focused on holding her close. She'd been the only one to ever really hug him anyhow, and right now physical contact was soothing every nerve in his body.

Benjy & Emmeline || Tragic in the Fallout

Emmeline was tired, so tired but sleep avaded her at the moment. She laid on the couch, petting Lavender. “I missed you, you fluffy cat, I missed having someone to talk to. I hope you aren’t too upset with me." She turned on her small TV, a gift from her grandfather, and let the noise play in the background of her thoughts.

She missed England, she missed her friends. While away she wasn’t permitted to speak with them, she didn’t get to say goodbye, she just picked up and left. Her first real assignment and surprisingly it went well. First it was just a bunch of false leads but one of those false leads turned into something else and that’s when things got interesting. But of course they sent her back when the good stuff was happening, still too young. Too young for what? How could she be too young. In war what was considered too young. It didn’t matter anyways. 

There was a knock the door. She looked at her cat, “You expecting a hot date? Can’t be for me.” She got up and Lavender on the floor and walked to the door, cat trailing at her feet. Emmeline looked through the peep hole, hand on the bat in the umbrella holder, but when she saw the familiar face she opened the door quickly, “Benjy.” His face was tear stained and Emmeline quickly ushered him inside. As soon as he was inside, she closed the door and locked her small arms around him. Not planning to let go anytime soon.

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Don't mind if I do, Marls. How long've you been here?

That seat is empty so by all means, go ahead.

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Benjy Fenwick and Caradoc Dearborn, 6th year.

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... Nailed it, good one, mate!

I can't believe I actually just said that.

That’s what she said.

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Climbing out the back door, didn’t leave a mark

No one knows it’s you, Miss Jackson

Found another victim

But no one’s gonna find Miss Jackson, Jackson, Jackson

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There’s something beautiful and tragic in the fallout

Miss Jackson - Panic! At the disco (via taste-me-drink-my-soul-x)

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Kinda hurt seeing the flicker of sadness across her features. Benjy had to actually remind himself that he was on Caradoc's side with this ordeal. He needed to talk to his mate about it. Still, Amelia was clearly in pain enough to share her feelings with Benjy. Something Car had yet to do.

"Sure it is." He replied, a little too politely for the context of their conversation without really thinking about it. "Forbidden fruit type deal. Deep down, people always want what they can't have, Amelia."

He listened patiently as Amelia explained the roots of her crush on Caradoc... and yeah, that definitely sounded like Caradoc. Huh. That little rascal. Benjy briefly wondered how many other girls Caradoc may have secretly and obliviously seduced along the way.

After she finished speaking Benjy grinned at her and despite nodding to show his agreement, he said, "I don't think it's dumb. Car's a real good guy. At least you've got good taste..." Wait, that probably wasn't helping with the whole rejection thing. Benjy cleared his throat and added, "But between you and I, I think you deserve someone a little less dorky."

Benjy grinned a little wider when Amelia touched him. Any time of physical embrace never failed to lift his spirits, he didn't experience it enough and he enjoyed it more than he'd ever admit out loud. "What can I say? I love to be whinged at." He shrugged and laughed a little, thoughtlessly saying out loud, "Anytime. Seriously. Makes me feel a little less useless."

Less useless? Shit. Maybe she wouldn't catch that bit.

Love Stinks || Amelia & Benjy

Amelia nodded, believing Benjy more than she had believed Caradoc - he had no reason to lie to her about it, she hadn’t just humiliated him. She took a deep breath and began scolding herself mentally. Enough of the pity party, Amelia Bones. You  don’t want to be the girl who needs a guy to make her feel like she’s worth something. That is not now, nor will it ever be you. So grow up and get over yourself.

A look of confusion crossed her face as Benjy claimed being off limits made her more desirable. He was teasing, obviously. “I don’t think that’s how it works,” she replied shaking her head and offering a small smile. 

Her blush returned as Benjy finally understood the depth of her stupidity. “Five years,” she confirmed, “Ed and Caradoc came to the house the summer after my thirteenth birthday and he was just so nice to me… He invited me to go play quidditch with them before Edgar could and he made me feel like I wasn’t the tag along little sister; like he actually wanted me there. It sounds dumb but it made an impression and I guess I’ve held onto it for a long time.” She shrugged her shoulders and lifted her chin, finally reaching back across the table to squeeze Benjy’s hand. “You’ve already helped just by letting me whinge to you.” 

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Oh c'mon. You don't need a lecture. Just smell it before you put it in your mouth.

Harsh. Care to lecture me then?

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Benjy & Emmeline || Tragic in the Fallout

It wasn't often that Benjy allowed this to happen --- this was embarrassing. He shouldn't be upset, he shouldn't let his thoughts get to him. He rarely ever focused on his fears and sadness (knew it wasn't worth it), but even he had a breaking point.

He'd just gotten off of work, gone home and fed Bones when the panic attack hit him. Caradoc was a rare presence in his life, someone he was beginning to understand less and less as the days passed and it killed him. Maybe it was the talk with Amelia that had really triggered Benjy. Hearing that his best friend thought he wasn't good enough. Well, that had stuck with Benjy.

Emmeline had taken off without warning, being called with a few others off on duty for the Order, and Benjy hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye to her. So to hear that she was back unexpectedly early was a relief. He'd been planning on visiting her soon and was hoping for it to be a happy occasion. However, that night after work, he simply needed someone to talk to.

He'd washed his face and thrown on a jacket before heading over to Emmeline's place. He showed up with empty hands and tears in his eyes when he knocked on her familiar door. It was late. He hoped she was still awake.

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You might belong in Hufflepuff

where they are just and loyal

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"Christ... do you really think..." He trailed off, breathing hard -- defeated, taking her wand and placing it on the nightstand next to them, "I don't wanna kill you! Or rip you apart! Jesus." How the Hell did she know all of that about his work though? That really changed things.

Everything he'd just done hadn't really phased her at all. In fact, it just caused her to expose more of the truth, which in a way, was probably a good thing. He decided he should follow his gut instincts a little more often.

"Fuck." He rolled his eyes, "You're right. So... you know about the Order?" His eyes were wild with annoyance, "Bullocks. Does everyone here know? Do you work for the---" Ah shit. His eyes flickered to the wand. It wasn't possible. Charity was so innocent, she'd just been handing him her wand. No, it couldn't  be affiliated with the Death Eaters. He dismissed the thought.

Benjy frowned, refusing to touch Charity as he removed himself from the bed and made his way to sit on a nearby chair. "So. You give yourself to Robert often?" He tilted his head, eying her suspiciously. "Guy's gross." he blurted out. Surely someone as gorgeous as Charity deserved better.

"Charity. You need to think a little more highly of yourself. And get the Hell outta this place, will you? It's not safe. You can't be here. Why're you okay with people seeing you like this?"

Oh yeah, his boner was gone. He doubted he'd ever get a boner again.

"You deserve better than this." He shook his head, "I remember you back at school. You were so cute, so pure. I remember seeing you and... and wishing I could be more like you. This? Yeah, no. This isn't you."

Charity & Benjy || Prior Suspicion || June 27, 1978

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His arms were crossed over his chest as he eyed her hard through her entire confession --- and all he could think was: this stripper is putting on another show for me. Charity Hope Burbage, sweet girl from his house at Hogwarts, needing male attention from skeeves. It wasn't quite lining up... he enjoyed female attention, hadn't gotten any in a while. Didn't mean he ever considered entertaining bachorlette gigs. Benjy simply wasn't sure if he bought it entirely, and he wasn't bothering trying to hide his suspicion either.

Charity only fueled his flames by calling his arousal out on him. His gaze darkened, chin inclined as he focused in on her. Jewel in her crown? Really? A muscle throbbed in his jaw. She was talking about him like he was level in some game she had started playing here at the strip club. He found himself biting down on his lip, biting down on his words until she turned the conversation on him and asked him what he was doing there... his turn to lie.

Maybe even teach her a lesson while he was at it. First thing he did was leave the room for a moment. And his voice could be heard faintly as he spoke to another man in the hallway. He was back about a minute later, once more closing the door behind him.

Benjy moved in front of her again, nudging her knees open so he could stand between them as he pulled out his entire wad of money (quite a bit) and discarded a single bill onto her, "Money's just a bonus, huh?" He put the rest of his quid away. If anybody was looking in, they would see that he was paying her for what was coming next. "If male attention's what you're seeking then you're surrounding yourself around the wrong crowd, sweetheart. People who work here? That guy out there?" Benjy nodded towards the door, his eyes never leaving Charity's. "I could take him. Easily. This ain't the safest and cleanest town. Seems like corruption has a way of makin' the law around here.  You wanna know why I'm here?"

And suddenly his huge hands were on her waist, lifting her up onto the bed as his own body crushed down into hers. Immediately, Benjy's hand slipped up to mouth and pressed tight around it. He rolled his hips, finding immense relief (more than he expected to) and squeezed her face in his ill grip.

"I'm here cause I wanna get off on you---" He gritted out darkly, "---that's why guys come here, love." And then he leaned in -- brushing his lips across her collar bone, up her neck where he sucked an aggressive bruise into the soft flesh. "Tastes good," he said against her skin.

His hips were grinding gears between Charity's slim legs, his knees digging into the mattress as he flexed his grip around her mouth. There was nothing she could do,  his muscles were stronger. He was bigger than her.

Benjy pressed his lips against her ear, "You're lucky," he whispered harshly before letting her go and lifting himself up off of her, "that I changed my mind about my intentions tonight. That I don't actually want you. Because it would be too easy to take you if I did."

Charity & Benjy || Prior Suspicion || June 27, 1978

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There it was --- the pessimism that he was so used to hearing from Caradoc. Jesus, it was almost hilarious how strikingly similar Amelia was to him. Benjy shook his head smiling, "We don't just see you as Edgar little sister's. You are your own person as well, Amelia."

Benjy wondered what Edgar would do if he found out that Caradoc had rejected his little sister. Huh, now there was a concerning thought. He shoved it aside in favor of focusing on Amelia again. "Nothing wrong with being off limits. Kinda makes you more desirable." He smirked, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.

"Five years?" he couldn't stop himself from sounding completely shocked. Okay that was a long time to harbor feelings for someone and then be completely shot down. A whole new wave of feeling rose for Amelia. "Geez," He said, blowing out a sigh. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he offered hopefully.

Love Stinks || Amelia & Benjy

Amelia smiled in spite of herself and shook her head. “He’s not a twat and you know it. But I appreciate you trying to make me feel better,” she said, sighing as he continued. Off limits. Right. 

"He’s not going to come around. It’s a lame excuse, yeah, but the point stands - he doesn’t like me that way and he’s not going to." Her voice was flat, resigned. It wasn’t something she liked to admit but it was the truth and they both knew it. "Caradoc sees me as Edgar’s little sister, just like you do. That’s not going to change, I’m always going to be ‘off limits.’"

"You’re sweet to try and convince me otherwise, but I’ve been lying to myself for five years, I think it’s time to stop…don’t you?"

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Eh, well you know. Those were never really huge worries of mine anyhow. So what are you doing now, Daisy?

I still can't believe we're not in school anymore.

Exactly. Suddenly the worries of passing our O.W.L.S and N.E.W.T.S seem minuscule compared to the worries we are facing now.

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Hotness flushed his face the moment Charity started listing the rules. His mouth went dry. No breaking the furniture. He tried to visualize himself losing that much control and although his initial reaction was to laugh, all he could manage to do was blink his slightly widened eyes a few times in silence and nod.

Holy shit, she kept on going. Talking about how she was ready and willing for just about anything. Benjy's eyes followed her to the bed. He couldn't help admiring her fit body, couldn't help the reaction his own body was having as en effect. How he wanted to act with abandon, become an asshole just for one night. She was a stripper -- what the fuck would she care? Who would she tell if he just gave into the growing desire. Jesus Hell no fucking way.

Without even thinking to speak to her, he moved quickly over to the dresser and pulled it open, grabbing the first thing he saw. Sure enough it was a blood red satin robe. He shoved the drawer closed and walked over to Charity, stood above her as she looked up at him and threw the satin cloth onto her body. Didn't even hand it to her. "Put it on." He demanded rather angrily.

"Are you crazy?" He asked her suddenly, staring straight into her eyes. "What the fuck are you really doing here, Charity? Explain yourself. Right now."

Charity & Benjy || Prior Suspicion || June 27, 1978