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Title: Morning
Prompt: concentric ceilings
Author: apostrophe_ess
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I merely gain from playing these games in her playground.
Pairing/Character: Alice/Frank Longbottom, Kingsley Shacklebolt and mentions of Bellatrix Lestrange
Word Count: 659
Rating: A bit PG-13 I think (there's mention of a nipple!)
Summary: Alice's day doesn't go quite how she imagined it would
Author's Notes: Written as a second set of prompts taken from the lists over at 7spells This is the final one of seven from my own personal challenge. My prompt table is here.
Morning
“No, I’m going to be late.” Alice let out a long sigh of pleasure. “Frank, no. Oh Frank.”
“You want me to stop?” Frank asked, forcing himself to release his lips to speak.
“Yes, no … oh I’ll be late. Don’t stop.”
Frank grinned and returned to Alice’s left breast. It had always been his favourite, not that he disliked the right one at all, it was just that the left one seemed to call to his lips, his tongue, and sometimes his teeth so much more.
“You’d best get up Mrs Longbottom,” Frank whispered into her ear some time later. “You don’t want to have to explain why you were late.”
Alice looked at her husband above her. She loved this time, when they were both exhausted, sated with pleasure, sweating, and he was collapsed on top of her and they were both breathing heavily in harmony. “I don’t think I’ll have to explain, do you?”
Walking into the office it was hard not to blush. Alice was rarely anything later than very early. But then she and Frank rarely partook of mornings like the one they just had on a work day. Ever since they’d decided to fight the war first, and think of a family later, they had returned to the joyous times they’d had in their earlier married days. Early nights were less about catching up on sleep now as they had been just months ago, and early mornings … well she wouldn’t mind some more early mornings like the one they’d enjoyed today.
“Got plans?”
Alice looked up to see Kingsley Shacklebolt, about to be qualified Auror standing above her desk.
“Sorry?”
“You know, for the evening. You were miles away. I thought -“ he stopped himself short, never quite sure how to approach the extremely able and successful auror who seemed a little bit as if she had a wall around her sometimes.
“Sorry,” Alice blushed slightly again, at her memories of the morning, as she shifted her seat to the side. “Did you want to go through something?”
Kingsley did want to go through something. He’d been gathering information that related to a family he’d picked up something on. He placed his whole sheaf of parchment on her desk and flicked through till he came upon a particular piece, covered in his scrawling script and with a deckle edged invitation attached to it.
Alice looked towards Kingsley and nodded her acknowledgement. “We’ll take that on if you like. Were you thinking of being there?”
Kingsley chuckled. “I think they’d notice me, don’t you? I’d stick out a bit like a sore thumb, a chocolate muffin against the angel cakes?”
“So,” she responded. “You had someone else in mind?”
Frank saw the note when he arrived home. Alice had gone to a wedding, a very unusually timed wedding at a quite unusual venue. She’d been home earlier to change into something more suitable than her workaday robes, and to see to her hair.
She’d not said to join her there, and as she was more then capable of taking care of herself should anything untoward occur, he’d concentrate on getting food for later. Who got married at eight o’clock in the evening, on a Thursday? Someone who Alice felt she needed to be there for? Someone she was watching?
He was almost asleep when she finally returned home, his eyes glazed on the pattern of the ceiling.
“Do you want a drink?” Alice asked brightly from the kitchen.
“Please. Are you going to tell me?” Frank rubbed his eyes and sat up to make room for her.
“It was Kingsley, Frank,” she began as she made her way to sit beside him. “From today our main thrust is going to be on Mrs Bellatrix Lestrange.”
“Bella- Lestrange?” The sickle dropped at where she’d been. “Why?”
Alice looked towards the bedroom door, her morning memory fresh once more. “I’ll tell you in the morning.”
Prompt: concentric ceilings
Author: apostrophe_ess
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I merely gain from playing these games in her playground.
Pairing/Character: Alice/Frank Longbottom, Kingsley Shacklebolt and mentions of Bellatrix Lestrange
Word Count: 659
Rating: A bit PG-13 I think (there's mention of a nipple!)
Summary: Alice's day doesn't go quite how she imagined it would
Author's Notes: Written as a second set of prompts taken from the lists over at 7spells This is the final one of seven from my own personal challenge. My prompt table is here.
Morning
“No, I’m going to be late.” Alice let out a long sigh of pleasure. “Frank, no. Oh Frank.”
“You want me to stop?” Frank asked, forcing himself to release his lips to speak.
“Yes, no … oh I’ll be late. Don’t stop.”
Frank grinned and returned to Alice’s left breast. It had always been his favourite, not that he disliked the right one at all, it was just that the left one seemed to call to his lips, his tongue, and sometimes his teeth so much more.
“You’d best get up Mrs Longbottom,” Frank whispered into her ear some time later. “You don’t want to have to explain why you were late.”
Alice looked at her husband above her. She loved this time, when they were both exhausted, sated with pleasure, sweating, and he was collapsed on top of her and they were both breathing heavily in harmony. “I don’t think I’ll have to explain, do you?”
Walking into the office it was hard not to blush. Alice was rarely anything later than very early. But then she and Frank rarely partook of mornings like the one they just had on a work day. Ever since they’d decided to fight the war first, and think of a family later, they had returned to the joyous times they’d had in their earlier married days. Early nights were less about catching up on sleep now as they had been just months ago, and early mornings … well she wouldn’t mind some more early mornings like the one they’d enjoyed today.
“Got plans?”
Alice looked up to see Kingsley Shacklebolt, about to be qualified Auror standing above her desk.
“Sorry?”
“You know, for the evening. You were miles away. I thought -“ he stopped himself short, never quite sure how to approach the extremely able and successful auror who seemed a little bit as if she had a wall around her sometimes.
“Sorry,” Alice blushed slightly again, at her memories of the morning, as she shifted her seat to the side. “Did you want to go through something?”
Kingsley did want to go through something. He’d been gathering information that related to a family he’d picked up something on. He placed his whole sheaf of parchment on her desk and flicked through till he came upon a particular piece, covered in his scrawling script and with a deckle edged invitation attached to it.
Alice looked towards Kingsley and nodded her acknowledgement. “We’ll take that on if you like. Were you thinking of being there?”
Kingsley chuckled. “I think they’d notice me, don’t you? I’d stick out a bit like a sore thumb, a chocolate muffin against the angel cakes?”
“So,” she responded. “You had someone else in mind?”
Frank saw the note when he arrived home. Alice had gone to a wedding, a very unusually timed wedding at a quite unusual venue. She’d been home earlier to change into something more suitable than her workaday robes, and to see to her hair.
She’d not said to join her there, and as she was more then capable of taking care of herself should anything untoward occur, he’d concentrate on getting food for later. Who got married at eight o’clock in the evening, on a Thursday? Someone who Alice felt she needed to be there for? Someone she was watching?
He was almost asleep when she finally returned home, his eyes glazed on the pattern of the ceiling.
“Do you want a drink?” Alice asked brightly from the kitchen.
“Please. Are you going to tell me?” Frank rubbed his eyes and sat up to make room for her.
“It was Kingsley, Frank,” she began as she made her way to sit beside him. “From today our main thrust is going to be on Mrs Bellatrix Lestrange.”
“Bella- Lestrange?” The sickle dropped at where she’d been. “Why?”
Alice looked towards the bedroom door, her morning memory fresh once more. “I’ll tell you in the morning.”