"If I didn't know better I'd think that you enjoyed pressing me up against walls Ginevra."
The wand at his throat digs in a little harder. "Password. Now."
"Dittany." He chokes on the word and the wand and at the feel of her breath on his cheek. Its disgusting what she can do to him. Bile should rise in his throat at the mere thought of touching her and yet.... Bruises are already forming on his shoulder blades and she is so close and it isn't his bile that's rising.
She's noticed, he can tell she's noticed, there's a moment when she stiffens against him and he is glad, so glad, that all he can see is the celling.
Then her leg is forced between his and she grinds upwards and he loses his breath.
"And who's on patrol tonight." Her voice is a blade slicing through silk. He wants....
Her other hand clenches round his ear and his head is pulled to face her. Pain scours his neck but his dick doesn't care. He can see her. Eyes, mouth, hair.
"Answer me." He dregs the information up from somewhere and its only when he runs out of words that he remembers that his arms are free.
He grabs her hips - God what an arse - and pulls her closer. More pressure. At his throat, his ear, his crotch. Her eyes widen. But the curse doesn't come.
Instead her mouth. Their teeth knock and he can taste blood. But he needs this, needs the cold wall and the wand at his throat. The weight of her pressing into him. Possessing him. Her tongue seems to have taken over his mouth and he can hear himself keening at the back of his tortured throat.
She pulls out and away.
There is one breathless moment. The blood in his ears pounds out the silence. Her mouth is puffed red. She wipes it. Then turns and walks away.
Like Stupify But Better
The wand at his throat digs in a little harder. "Password. Now."
"Dittany." He chokes on the word and the wand and at the feel of her breath on his cheek. Its disgusting what she can do to him. Bile should rise in his throat at the mere thought of touching her and yet.... Bruises are already forming on his shoulder blades and she is so close and it isn't his bile that's rising.
She's noticed, he can tell she's noticed, there's a moment when she stiffens against him and he is glad, so glad, that all he can see is the celling.
Then her leg is forced between his and she grinds upwards and he loses his breath.
"And who's on patrol tonight." Her voice is a blade slicing through silk. He wants....
Her other hand clenches round his ear and his head is pulled to face her. Pain scours his neck but his dick doesn't care. He can see her. Eyes, mouth, hair.
"Answer me." He dregs the information up from somewhere and its only when he runs out of words that he remembers that his arms are free.
He grabs her hips - God what an arse - and pulls her closer. More pressure. At his throat, his ear, his crotch. Her eyes widen. But the curse doesn't come.
Instead her mouth. Their teeth knock and he can taste blood. But he needs this, needs the cold wall and the wand at his throat. The weight of her pressing into him. Possessing him. Her tongue seems to have taken over his mouth and he can hear himself keening at the back of his tortured throat.
She pulls out and away.
There is one breathless moment. The blood in his ears pounds out the silence. Her mouth is puffed red. She wipes it. Then turns and walks away.