hard at work {open}

[owen]

Everybody needed something, and it seemed they all needed it from him, right in this very instant.

Owen was growing steadily more disgruntled, as he was being continually inundated with paperwork. Every magical establishment in Britain it seemed was demanding regular Auror patrols, and there were several petitions going to allow dementors back into the country to catch the Death Eaters. That, Owen had put his foot down on. They were vile creatures, who would side with the dark at any given notice, that was why they had been eradicated from the country after the downfall of Voldemort. Surely not everyone was that stupid, though the thousands of signatures seemed to say differently.

Pushing a stack of paperwork that he'd only skimmed off his desk and into the bin, a frustrated growl caught in his throat as he realised his desk was still entirely overloaded. Owen had gone through a string of assistants lately, and it seemed that none of them were good enough to handle working with him. Or they were good enough, but simply weren't attractive, and that would never do. There were advantages to having a pretty young thing as an assistant, but he essentially wanted, and needed, a more youthful version of himself- but female.

He needed a girl with ambition, talent, and energy. Someone who could come in at five in the morning and stay until midnight- or even spend days on end in the office like himself. Someone who knew what they were doing, and knew how to make him happy. Brow puckering, Owen pushed his chair out from his desk and went to the liqour cabinet. He'd been hitting the bottle hard these days, and it seemed that he had drunk himself dry of most everything. He didn't have the time to replenish his stores, and as he was currently without an assistant, didn't have anyone to send to get more.

Picking up the bottle of gin, which had maybe a shot or two left, Owen twisted off the cap and reached for a glass, but stopped. Was there really any use dirtying a glass? No, he decided, and took the open bottle back to his desk, where he once again picked up his quill. Purple paper airplanes were beginning to zoom around the ceiling, waiting for available space on his desk to occupy, it was a common thing, but today it got on Owen's nerves. Scowling, he took a long sip of gin.

He tucked the bottle beneath his desk within reach, no doubt he would finish that before the day was out. Owen returned to his papers, foul mood only worsening as the door to his office opened. "Haven't you learned how to knock?" Owen snapped without looking up.

[amandajessup]

It was with purpose in her steps that Amanda made her way through the ministry, drawing eyes as she did. A knowing smirk tugged at her lips, she knew how to get the attention of men and women alike, and she knew how to own it. Her looks came in handy in regards to her always getting what she wanted when she wanted, and getting herself such an important job at her young age. A job in the Magical Law section, working so closely to Head of the Department, meant she was the envy of many of her other colleagues, the much older bunch as well. Little did they know though where her loyalties really lay, it wasn't a job she'd taken because she wanted it. All of it was to benefit her Mistress.

Her position, however beneficial it was to the Death Eaters had it's limitations she was finding. Half the information she was able to procure was information Jezebel had already so her Mistress had ordered her to go deeper within the ministry. In other words, find a way to work closely to the Minister and it was a position she was only too happy to pursue. Having worked with him very briefly some couple months ago, Amanda was only too aware of the wealth of information she'd be able to gather.

Her shift had ended and her boss had left already to go gather her children. Not that Amanda cared, she found the woman tediously boring but had smiled politely and pretended she actually cared of course. Roselyn was already aware that her Assistant had prospects to move on of course and although she'd voiced her disappointment that Amanda was ready to move on, she'd encouraged the young woman knowing how hard she worked, believing that she'd be a great help to her Husband, lord knows he'd gone through so many assistants recently.

Little did Roselyn know though just how close Amanda was planning on getting to the Minister. He was an attractive and powerful man which Amanda herself found incredibly sexy and yes there were plans to seduce him...all for the benefit of the Death Eaters of course. The thought made a grin appear on her face as she came to a stop outside his office. In her hand was her resume with a signed recommendation from his own wife. Of course Amanda had insisted she hand it to him herself, all to convey the fact she had ambition, and dedication to pursuing what it was she wanted. Before she reached for the door, she fixed her dress, so the front lowered just a little more, showing her impressive cleavage.

Satisfied with how she looked, she pushed open the already unlocked door thinking nothing of it. Not even his abrupt and short form of greeting. Smiling slightly she let the door close behind her with a soft click, taking quick note of how busy he seemed to be. His desk was overflowing with papers, purple airplanes flew around close to the ceiling. "My apologies Minister." she said speaking softly. He really did need some help, maybe she had come at just the right time. With confident steps she approached him, her hips swaying seductively before she stopped just in front of his his desk, holding out her resume and letter of recommendation with a smile for him, "Mrs Price informed me that you were looking for an assistant and I want to offer my services to you again...though this time on a more permanent basis." she said confidently.

Outfit

[owen]

Owen furiously began penning his response, to the stupid purists who were trying to abolish the pro-werewolf legislation, again. He was slightly prejudiced when it came to blood purity, but Owen knew it would tarnish his mostly favourable opinion amongst the public- it had been a popular move by the last minister to instate it. And at any rate, the ministry had now employed a number of werewolves, and from the reports he had gotten, some of them were more deserving of their jobs than normal wizards. Particularly some bloke called Christou in the Auror department, seemed he had caught three suspected Death Eaters in the past week alone.

That was what they needed. Sometimes it made Owen long to go back to his glory days, when he had been an Auror himself. But he was no longer a young man, and with all the power he had in his current position, Owen couldn't stand to give it up, he was not a man that liked taking orders. He needed to be in charge, being the one that told everyone else what to do. That, and what had happened all those years ago. Owen still had the thick trail of scars up his leg when he'd spent two weeks subjected to unthinkable torture...

Owen would never admit it, but the incident still haunted his dreams, how he had watched his partner die- he'd been burned to death, it had been so hot that the flesh had melted away from his bones. He might revisit the horror night after night, especially now when things were so stressful, but the drink eased it, dulled the images, muffled the horrid screaming. But he'd definitely need more than the meager amount of gin he had hastily stowed under his desk. The public may have their rumours about his drinking problem, but Owen didn't need to turn the whisper to known fact.

As far as the people who supported him knew, it was simply slanderous untruth that the opposing party said to attempt to sway opinions, and that was how Owen attempted to keep it. Not that he exactly acknowledged that he had a problem. No, he was fine, he was simply a man with great power and even greater responsibilities, who needed a little help relaxing. That was all. But of course, that didn't change the fact that he had drunk like a fish since he started in politics, even before assuming office...

Owen looked up, his mood only lessening slightly when he noticed who stood before him- Amanda Jessup, his wife's assistant. At first he thought she'd come to bring him more work, or a message from Roselyn, but instead offered him her resume, stating her wish to become his assistant. Well, that was unexpected. Owen took the papers from her, but instead of looking at them, his eyes traced her form greedily. He already knew what she was capable of when his wife had loaned her to him, she was damn good. "Well sweetheart, I could probably use someone like you," said Owen, turning his eyes down to his correspondence, "sit down." He pointed at the chair across from him with the end of his quill.

[amandajessup]

Already she could sense the wealth of information inside this room, splayed out on the desk in front of her and it excited the blonde Death Eater. Oh Jezebel would be so happy with her if...no sorry when she succeeded in getting this position, the man obviously needed help and she could give him just that, and so much more. Briefly her eyes scanned over the paperwork on his desk, her fingers itching to reach out and rifle through, see what valuable information she could find, but she resisted and remained collected. Tilting her head to the side slightly she smiled at the Minister when he looked up, a seductive glint in her eyes.

He took her forms from her but spared them no glance and she didn't miss the way his eyes trailed over her body almost greedily and she felt happy and satisfied she'd picked this dress. The way it hugged her body, highlighted each and every one of her curves. No doubt she was going to get what it was she wanted...was she overly confident, of course she was, she'd always managed to get what she wanted, she wanted the job...and the Minister. If it took no effort or a lot of effort she was going to get one or both, of that she was very sure. Plus if she could get the Minister where she wanted, maybe getting info from his office would be all that much more easier...

"Yes sir..." she said softly, smiling at him she did what he asked of her, a little disappointed when he looked down at the paper he'd been writing on when she entered. Tucking her dress beneath her as she sat down, she crossed one silky smooth leg over the other. As she did so however her already mid-thigh high dress rode up her leg a little more. Pretending not to notice though Amanda sat straight her hands resting neatly on her lap, her eyes fixed on the man in front of her, a smile tugging at her lips as she tilted her head to the side ever so slightly.

He was already aware of how well she worked, after all she'd worked with him briefly before and she'd hated going back to work for his wife. Hadn't she made it obvious to him she would have preferred to have stayed before...he obviously hadn't had any luck since she'd left. "It certainly looks like you could use the help sir...and I'd be only too happy to help any where...or way I can." she told him with her smile in place though now it held more of a seductive tint to it. Though she would try and be good for now, last thing she wanted was to ruin this before he'd even said yes. She let her tongue flick out over her lips, biting down on it lightly as she looked at him and smiled.

[owen]

Owen continued writing his letter, it was a very difficult task to use diplomatic vocabulary when this was the fourth time in a week that the same group had contacted him. Of course, they weren't all about the same issue- they'd asked for the immediate firing of all the goblins in Gringotts, lobbied to make vampire-hunting legal, and called for the deportment of all part-veela in the country. In all honesty, it was irritating, particularly since their requests could easily be dealt with in the Magical Creature Department, but they insisted on going straight to him and bypassing the rest of the system- just to be shot down again.

Owen had little interest in the current protocol on beasts, beings, and the like- he felt that system was fine, they had bigger things to worry about. Like the attack on the school last December, and how the instigator continued to elude them. Owen wanted to see this uprising squashed and put to an end, there was no telling what they might be up to next- and in spite of his reassuring speeches to the public, Owen knew better than the lies he fed to civilians. They were all in very real danger, they might be facing a Voldemort-level conflict.

Owen allowed the silence to settle for a moment, all that could be heard was the scratching of quill on parchment, that was until Amanda spoke. Owen smirked lightly, though didn't look up from his letter. Her tone was almost... suggestive. And while Owen hadn't expected that, he certainly welcomed it, especially from such a pretty young face. Women were perhaps his greatest weakness, though he might be a bit sexist, he couldn't resist an attractive woman. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, it didn't matter as long as she had a good figure, a nice face, and long legs.

Of course, Owen was generally good at controlling his impulses, except where the petite brunette at Dark Temptations was concerned. He was staying away for the time being, both because work was overwhelming, and because he knew it was a risk every time he went to her that he may be recognized. But as far as he knew, the sexy young thing was a muggle... "Look, I've every intention of hiring you, I've seen your work," said Owen, scribbling his signature before folding up the paper and inserting it in an envelope, "but how can I know that you mean that?" Now the suggestive nature had begun to seep into his own tone. This was dangerous, but Amanda seemed to want it, and there wasn't any denying that he did.

[amandajessup]

Amanda tilted her head to the side, a wide smile appearing on her fact at Owen's words. Really she hadn't even doubted that he'd hire her, she was confident in the fact she was a at least on the surface a dedicated worker. Helped the fact she was beautiful, yes again she wasn't afraid of admitting that she herself thought she was pretty hot and even if it was her looks that got her the job, who cared, they'd gotten her plenty of other things. So now she was Assistant to the Minister, Jezebel would surely be pleased with her. Making her Mistress happy was all she wanted, and Jezebel was going to be very happy.

There was a glint in her eyes as he then went on to ask her how he knew she could mean what she'd said about being happy to help anyway she could. Amanda hadn't missed the suggestive nature of his own tone and it thrilled her to hear it, this was certainly going to be fun. "Just tell me what you need Sir. My job to make sure all your needs are taken care of..." she said, smiling at him somewhat seductively her eyes never leaving his. This was a real man of power and to her that was a turn on, she liked the more dominant men after all.

Speaking of she hadn't seen Caleb in a long while and despite only spending a long, pleasure filled night with him she was only too eager to repeat it. Though she would never chase it, if she saw him again than fantastic, but if not she had plenty of other men to keep her satisfied, and she was starting to hope that maybe that could be the Minister, something told her an experience with him would be extremely satisfying, dangerous but exciting and a sure fire way to secure her position here as his assistant. Even though she'd been given the job, that part of it could be a perk for both of them.

Shifting forward in her chair a little, she leaned just that little bit forward, resting her chin on her hand as she smiled at the Minister. "Where would you like me?" she asked, before smirking slightly and nodding to the desk in front of them both, "To start that is...Mr Minister..." she finished, smiling at him, a seductive hint to it as she looked at him.

[owen]

The smirk that graced Amanda's features was bewitching in his own right, and something was stirring deep within Owen, something that only the nameless brunette at the club had been able to ignite with him. That spark, that carnal desire, something his wife hadn't been able to do for him in ages, try as she might. Owen loved her and the children dearly, but it was difficult for him to be entirely faithful- frankly, Roselyn bored him. Back in school he might have thought the idea absurd, he'd chased after her like none other. There had been something very different about her then, the only girl who had rejected him.

Owen had wanted what he couldn't have, and now that he had Roselyn, that made every other pretty girl something that he shouldn't have- and that was simply irresistible. Particularly when he came across the ones that would allow him to be domineering, even in the bedroom Owen wasn't passive. He was a man of command and power, and no woman- regardless of how attractive she was- was going to take that away from him. Owen would have it his way, though that wasn't to say an unfair battle was not fun in and of itself, as long as he won- and he always did.

Owen close the envelope, picking up the wax, poking it with his wand to soften it, before stamping it firmly with his seal. Another quick spell had the seal hardened and tamper-proof, it would only open for the stupid leader of the anti-creature movement. He tossed the letter into his outgoing mail before turning back to Amanda, smirking at her words. she really did know precisely what to say and when to say it- he was certain that this decision would prove to be the correct one, it looked as if it would be paying off already.

"To start?" said Owen, smirk firmly in place. His eyes traced her form once again hungrily, before they snapped to his desk, there was simply too much paperwork, but all of that be damned, now there was something else entirely on his mind- that would no doubt put him in a better mood... He swept his arm across his desk, pushing bottles of ink, crumpled quills, and stacks upon stacks of parchment onto the floor- a glass paperweight cracked on impact, but he didn't care. Owen flicked his wand at the door to seal it before patting the surface of his now cleared desk. "Right here, lovely," said he.

[amandajessup]

Amanda bit down on her lip in a seductive manner, her head slightly tilted to the side as she watched his movements, satisfied she was going to get the second thing she'd wanted when she'd entered the office. The job was a given, and now she was getting the man...of course she'd wanted him back when she'd worked with him for those couple weeks, but it hadn't happened. With his wife's constant unexpected visits, nothing had happened. No matter how much she 'brushed' against him when they passed, oh well, now it looked like all of that was paying off...finally she may be getting him on side.

Oh, Jezebel will be so happy...

Then again, so was Amanda, she loved sex, was close to being addicted to it, and to men like the Minister and the latter of those two were hard to come by. She liked the danger, the thrill and excitement that came with men like the Minister. No matter how he played the doting husband, it was easy to tell he was anything but faithful, at least to her...any doting husband didn't dare look at someone like the Minister was now looking at her. That smirk on his face, and the fire in his eyes were positively a thrilling combination and she was beyond excited.

The blonde barely flinched as Owen quite unexpectedly swept his arm over the table, knocking everything off his desk and onto the floor. All the while she kept her eyes focused on his face, the smirk on her face growing just that little bit. That hungry look in his eyes sent a shiver of pleasure through her, and that dangerous hint to his voice was exciting. The sound of the door locking could be heard behind her as he used his wand to lock it, before he patted the table, telling her vocally exactly where it was that he wanted her.

With incredible grace she rose from the table, her movements soft, somewhat sensual with her eyes still locked onto the man in front of her. She moved to the opposite side of the desk, away from the mess he'd made and slowly made her way around to him, her hips swaying in a seductive manner when she moved. She stopped short right beside his chair and leaned back on her hands against the desk. Biting down on her lip she smiled at the Minister, "Is here good for Sir?" she asked, biting down on her lip as she smirked slightly, her long silky smooth legs, brushing against one of his own.

[owen]

Owen's desire for the lovely blonde was growing, making him forget entirely about all the work he had to do, and even the fact that his wife was in the very same building. But she was on a different level, a good long walk away from here. And the locking spell had been of his own design (some aspects of a Ravenclaw alumni never faded), and as Owen had never let anyone know how it worked... They should be safe in his luxurious, cunningly sound-proof office. Of course, Owen wasn't exactly thinking on those particular details, he was much more interested in what his new assistant would be able to offer him.

The pleasure that he hadn't found in Roselyn in years. Owen's smirk remained etched onto his features as Amanda obliged, slipping out of the seat, skirting around his mess, and strutting to his side of the desk. The way her hips swung when she walked made the cravings he felt more ravenous, Owen had wanted her all those months ago when his wife had loaned her to him, everything about Amanda oozed sensual appeal, the way she would "accidentally" brush up against him, the way that she carried herself, there was no denying that she had that certain... something.

"Quite," said Owen, pushing out his chair and standing once Amanda had positioned herself. He was quick to close the gap, it had been far too long of wanting her, and he was very impatient. Now, he was going to be getting what he wanted. There was no Roselyn to get in the way, no bothersome appointments for another few hours yet, for now, it was just him and Amanda. Owen put his hands atop her hips, his touch was firm and demanding, the blonde needn't expect any gentleness from him- the woman would do as he pleased.

Owen leaned in, immediately placing his lips against her neck, going in with insistent nibbling. Just firm enough to convey his intent, but not enough so to leave marks. Needless to say, Owen knew how to cover his tracks. He moved down her neck as his hands migrated upward, searching for the zipper of her suggestively tight dress. It really was a shame that she would need to wear robes when she did come to work for him, cover up that lovely shape of hers... Owen's nibbles became firmer as he reached her collarbone- the evidence could be more easily hidden here...

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[amandajessup]

Amanda smiled lightly as the Minister stood, positioning himself in front of where she leaned back against his desk. The air crackled around them, and she felt the tension building, ready to explode all around them. Finally she was getting what she wanted from this man, and that had nothing to do with the job. Did Amanda care that her former boss, his wife was a floor away from them, or that the woman had thought she was doing the right thing recommending the job to Amanda....like hell she did, in fact Amanda had to laugh at the poor woman, if only she knew the truth, it hadn't taken much convincing to get the Minister, poor man mustn't be getting any at home.

His hands were on her hips, his touch strong and commanding, holding her firmly in place. His impatience was clear, it was almost as potent as her own. This man was domineering, she knew it even before now and if anything that simply turned her on to him all the more. A man who took control, she loved that and this one certainly wasn't wasting any time. As his lips moved against her neck displaying his intent, she sighed softly, letting her head tilt to the side slightly to allow him better access, his touch already doing incredible things to her, her body already reacting and arching just that little bit closer to his own.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips lightly nipping at the exposed skin of his neck. His hands moved upwards, looking for her zipper and as they did, her own moved from the desk moving over his firm, muscular chest a thrill of excitement shooting through her. Something told her the reality was going to be so much better than the fantasies she had involving this man. Smiling to herself she moved her hands further up to his shoulders, gasping slightly as his nibbles over her skin became firmer...firm enough to potentially leave marks...she didn't care.

She was becoming a little impatient herself and she was glad to know he wasn't one to worry too much about foreplay...at least not at the moment...a little was always fun. Her hands moved over his shoulders, pushing his jacket off far enough for him to shake it off himself, whilst her hands returned to his tie, even popping open the top shirt button. Smiling softly to herself as her lips grazed the soft, sensitive skin just below his ear, she thought this job certainly had it's perks...

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[owen]

Owen had long since passed the point of impatience, though thankfully, as her delicate hands migrated to his chest and began messing with his tie and the buttons on the shirt beneath his robes- found the zipper to her dress. He tugged it down hurriedly, allowing the material to simply fall to the floor. Owen briefly pulled his hands away to shrug off his robes, and when he returned them met the lustrous feel of her silken skin, such youth behind it, so supple and smooth... Not that he found Roselyn unattractive or old, but she wasn't a young twenty-something like Amanda, the feel of his wife was decidedly different.

It had perhaps taken him until that moment to realize why older men were attracted to younger women, the feel of youth beneath his hands was addictive, sexy. He could practically feel the humming of her body beneath her skin. Owen ran his hands over her greedily, taking in that wonderful feeling. She was moving too slowly for him, he decided, so he removed one of his hands and with a single yank of the front of his shirt popped open all the buttons. Owen shrugged that off, too, and continued to explore Amanda with his hands and lips.

As hers met the sensitive spot behind his ear, Owen felt almost as if a jolt of electricity went through him. No more waiting, he might go mad if he was denied a moment longer... He peeled off the rest of his clothes, and firmly directed Amanda onto the desk that he had just cleared of all its contents only moments ago, wasting no time in pinning her beneath him, his hands and lips continuing to wander, his greed and desire peaking...

some time later

The familiar smirk, though at a lesser potency, was still on Owen's face as he dressed himself before his office mirror, taking great care to smooth out the creases in his shirt and do his tie up properly before slipping on his robes and moving on to make his hair lie flat once more with a comb. "Well, Amanda," said Owen, adjusting his cuff links, making sure nothing was at all out of place, "I believe this arrangement shall work quite... well." He smiled a bit before turning to face the beautiful blonde once more.

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