What a wonderful way to end an evening.
Characters: Terence Higgs and Morag MacDougal (with a wee bit of Anthony Goldstein)
Rating: NC17
Summary: A night at the opera ends very well
Anthony was shaking his head as he jogged down the stairs with firm orders from Sor to entertain Higgs- and not that way! while she finished getting ready. It wasn't as if he'd actually tell embarrassing tales about her when they were younger or anything. At least not until he'd had a bit too much to drink. He felt the wards shift and picked up his pace, taking the last turn almost at a run, spotting Higgs in the foyer. "I was here when you got here, right?" was his greeting.
An amused Higgs merely nodded. "You were here the whole time," he said chuckling. "Have you come to babysit me then?"
"Entertain, though without embarrassing childhood tales on Sor's orders. You want a drink? She'll be down soon."
"Yeah, scotch if you've got it," Higgs said with a smirk. "You know, we might need to schedule lunch to discuss the embarrassing childhood tales. I only have one vague remembrance of a little blonde girl throwing a fit in a fountain."
Anthony burst out laughing. "In a horrid pink dress. You mentioned it," he hastily added. "The liquor is this way," he said, walking toward the library.
A chuckling Higgs followed the other man, pausing a bit as he took in the shelves and shelves of books the place afforded before taking the glass offered to him. "Did Mags tell you where we were going tonight?"
Anthony handed him a scotch and shook his head. "Your jaw will hit the floor when you see her dress though."
"Enough to make me want to skip 'La Traviata' and snog her senseless in the coat room?" he asked, only partially teasing.
His nose scrunched up and he was muttering, "Ewww! I don't want to know!" before he thought about it.
Higgs laughed out loud. "You were the one who'd mentioned the dress. I want to do worse when she's wearing a vest and a pair of my pyjama trousers, Goldstein. We really do need to get you laid."
"I can get laid all on my own, I promise you that. I don't want details of my sister's sex life though. I told you about the dress so you didn't fall over is all. She's not brought anyone home before, let alone let anyone Apparate in so I don't know if I'm overstepping or not."
"Well, I appreciate your concern for my welfare," Higgs said, still not able to control his smirk as he digested the information the other man had haphazardly dropped. "She's more likely to tell you when you're overstepping anyway so you've nothing to fear from me."
Morag stepped in the room just in time to hear Ren's words. "Is Tony misbehaving?"
"He's been incredibly naughty," Higgs smirked before it was wiped away as he caught sight of her. It was a damn good thing Goldstein had warned him. She was gorgeous. His tone changed decidedly and his smirk morphed into a genuine smile. "You look beautiful, Princess."
With her shoes still in hand, she walked over and kissed the corner of his mouth. "We'll have to punish him later. I think I will reward you for your compliments."
"Have a fun evening," Anthony called over his shoulder as he fled.
"We intend to, mate," Higgs couldn't resist hollering after him.
Morag grinned, twirling a bit. "So, do I look good enough for a night out then?"
"If I didn't know you had your heart set on the opera and I didn't have this intense urge to show you off to the world as mine, I'd insist on staying in and I'd peel off each layer with my teeth."
"We can do that after." She grinned, holding his arm as she slipped on her heels. "I wouldn't want the gorgeous things I have on under the dress to go to waste."
"So it's to be torture all night," Higgs replied with a wicked smirk as he held out his arm. "Well, 'The Fallen Woman' awaits... well, at least according to Verdi. The sooner we go the sooner I can take you home with me."
She Accioed her wrap and grinned. "Sounds perfect. We'll have to see if this dress looks as good on your floor as it does on me."
"It looks pretty un-fucking-believable as it is," he murmured as he Apparated them into the Wizard's reception cove of the Royal Opera House in London. "Though I'm rather partial to the gods-given piece of artistry beneath it. Come, love. Let's find our seats."
"I had this one made special for you," she whispered, sliding her hand into his as they wound through the crowd.
Higgs managed to restrain his smirk when he realized she was still talking about her undergarments when he was referring to her practically perfect naked body beneath them. It was just one more thing that made him love the witch beside him.
They were guided to their seats by an usher and as the lights dimmed and the curtain lifted, he raised the back of her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. "Thank you for coming with me, Mags."
She grinned. "Thank you for coming with me, Ren. I love spending time with you, you know."
Higgs braved the glare of the person sitting on the other side of Morag in their box to lean in and kiss her softly, resting his hand on the side of her face. "I love you, Princess Morag."
"I love you. You're my Prince Charming, just so you know."
"I'm only charming when I want to be, Princess," Higgs answered with a smirk before entwining their fingers once more and turning toward the stage.
Snickering softly, Morag turned her eyes to the stage, though she knew herself well enough to know her thoughts would be more on Ren than the performance.
As he'd come to expect from the Royal Opera, the performance was fantastic, but for the first time ever Higgs was drawn more to the woman beside him than the actors in front of them. When the final curtain fell and the house lights came up, he couldn't keep the smile off his face.
"That was brilliant!" She stood and picked up her wrap.
Higgs rested his hand on the base of her back, nodding to the few people he recognized on their walk back to the reception cove where he Apparated them home to La Néthe.
Morag leaned back against his chest and slipped out of her shoes. "Did you have a good time, love?"
He lowered his mouth to her neck and slid his arms around her waist, resting a hand on her well tones stomach. "I did indeed," he breathed against her skin. "Did you, Princess?"
Leaning her head back, she moaned softly. "Yes, yes I did. I do believe we're about to have a brilliant time, yes?"
"It'll be better than the opera, I promise you that," he answered, sliding a hand up to fully cup her breast. "I wanted to take you in the coat room. You've no idea what you do to me, Morag."
Her mind fogged and all she could manage to utter was, "Show me what I do to you and I'll show you what you do to me."
Nipping and sucking at her neck, Higgs managed unzip her dress, coaxing it to fall to the floor where it puddled at her feet. The black silk of her corset was offset with cream coloured lace that practically begged Higgs to trace his tongue along where it met her skin. "You make me out of my mind with want even without trappings like this."
Her hands shifted back to settle at his hips. "I only have to think about you to be out of my mind with want. I love you so very much, Terence."
Higgs growled against her skin, biting down on the soft flesh where her neck met her shoulder. He never let anyone call him that but hearing her do it was like flipping a switch inside of him and all he wanted to do was thrust into her and make them one complete being.
He vanished her very pretty knickers and slid his hand between her legs instead, preparing the way first with one finger and then another. "Oh, Princess," he groaned as she rocked against his hand. "I love you so fucking much."
"Oh gods, I love you." She cried out, her thoughts totally scrambled, gripping his hips and trying to stay upright. It felt so very good.
"You're so wet, Mags," he murmured low in her ear. He added a third finger and grinned when she came all over his hand. "I love when you're wet and perfect and waiting. Are you ready, Princess?"
She wasn't sure what she said, other than something along the lines of 'oh gods yes!'
Higgs slid down her body, spreading her legs a bit to taste her wet quim from behind, pausing only to remove his fingers from the bundle of nerves that had sent her moaning with every touch to grip her hips and pull her onto his mouth.
Keening, Morag gripped the arm of the sofa, her legs wobbly from the sheer amount of pleasure she was feeling.
There was something about the way she tasted that drove Higgs out of his mind. Going down on a witch had never been his favourite thing to do but when it came to Morag, Higgs couldn't get enough. From the very first time, Higgs knew that for the rest of his life nothing would ever taste so good.
She bucked her hips against him again and again and when he felt that she was just about to let go he suddenly slipped up her body, turning her in his arms to kiss her ravenously, letting her taste her own pleasure on his lips.
Morag's hands were busy stripping him, not breaking their kiss, her hands roaming across every bit of skin she uncovered. "I need you, Ren."
"Then you can have me, Princess," he murmured, sliding himself inside her to the hilt before cupping her arse and twisting her legs around his back.
How he walked them to the bed was beyond him, but he rhythmically slid in and out of her even as he lay her back on their bed. Her hips clenched tightly around him, making him weak in the knees as he loosened the laces of her corset and finally freed her. "You feel so good, Princess."
She pulled him down with her legs, so he had to brace himself over her. Morag liked having him close enough to hold close even as their bodies found a rhythm almost instinctively. She wasn't sure what she said exactly, just that she loved him and wanted to be with him forever.
That was what it took to push him over the edge, thrusting hard and fast until he felt her join him in indescribable pleasure. "You can be," he breathed finally as he came down from his high, moving beside her on the bed with his arms tightly wound around her. "Forever with me. If you want to be."
"I do, I really, really do," was all she could say coherently, the feeling of being wanted and needed nearly overwhelming her in the best possible way.
"Good," he said, caressing her cheek as he leaned over to kiss her softly. "I love you, Mags."
"I love you. So much more than I will ever be able to tell you."
"You're going to be stuck with me a long time. Maybe someday we'll be able to describe it," he teased, resting his forehead against hers.
"When we're a hundred and have great grandchildren running around," she replied sleepily. "I love you so much."
His heart was full as he wrapped his arms around her. For a man who'd never wanted that kind of life, it was amazing to him how loving her had changed him. Now children and grandchildren and everything about that life seemed within reach and he wanted it with all of his heart.
Rating: NC17
Summary: A night at the opera ends very well
Anthony was shaking his head as he jogged down the stairs with firm orders from Sor to entertain Higgs- and not that way! while she finished getting ready. It wasn't as if he'd actually tell embarrassing tales about her when they were younger or anything. At least not until he'd had a bit too much to drink. He felt the wards shift and picked up his pace, taking the last turn almost at a run, spotting Higgs in the foyer. "I was here when you got here, right?" was his greeting.
An amused Higgs merely nodded. "You were here the whole time," he said chuckling. "Have you come to babysit me then?"
"Entertain, though without embarrassing childhood tales on Sor's orders. You want a drink? She'll be down soon."
"Yeah, scotch if you've got it," Higgs said with a smirk. "You know, we might need to schedule lunch to discuss the embarrassing childhood tales. I only have one vague remembrance of a little blonde girl throwing a fit in a fountain."
Anthony burst out laughing. "In a horrid pink dress. You mentioned it," he hastily added. "The liquor is this way," he said, walking toward the library.
A chuckling Higgs followed the other man, pausing a bit as he took in the shelves and shelves of books the place afforded before taking the glass offered to him. "Did Mags tell you where we were going tonight?"
Anthony handed him a scotch and shook his head. "Your jaw will hit the floor when you see her dress though."
"Enough to make me want to skip 'La Traviata' and snog her senseless in the coat room?" he asked, only partially teasing.
His nose scrunched up and he was muttering, "Ewww! I don't want to know!" before he thought about it.
Higgs laughed out loud. "You were the one who'd mentioned the dress. I want to do worse when she's wearing a vest and a pair of my pyjama trousers, Goldstein. We really do need to get you laid."
"I can get laid all on my own, I promise you that. I don't want details of my sister's sex life though. I told you about the dress so you didn't fall over is all. She's not brought anyone home before, let alone let anyone Apparate in so I don't know if I'm overstepping or not."
"Well, I appreciate your concern for my welfare," Higgs said, still not able to control his smirk as he digested the information the other man had haphazardly dropped. "She's more likely to tell you when you're overstepping anyway so you've nothing to fear from me."
Morag stepped in the room just in time to hear Ren's words. "Is Tony misbehaving?"
"He's been incredibly naughty," Higgs smirked before it was wiped away as he caught sight of her. It was a damn good thing Goldstein had warned him. She was gorgeous. His tone changed decidedly and his smirk morphed into a genuine smile. "You look beautiful, Princess."
With her shoes still in hand, she walked over and kissed the corner of his mouth. "We'll have to punish him later. I think I will reward you for your compliments."
"Have a fun evening," Anthony called over his shoulder as he fled.
"We intend to, mate," Higgs couldn't resist hollering after him.
Morag grinned, twirling a bit. "So, do I look good enough for a night out then?"
"If I didn't know you had your heart set on the opera and I didn't have this intense urge to show you off to the world as mine, I'd insist on staying in and I'd peel off each layer with my teeth."
"We can do that after." She grinned, holding his arm as she slipped on her heels. "I wouldn't want the gorgeous things I have on under the dress to go to waste."
"So it's to be torture all night," Higgs replied with a wicked smirk as he held out his arm. "Well, 'The Fallen Woman' awaits... well, at least according to Verdi. The sooner we go the sooner I can take you home with me."
She Accioed her wrap and grinned. "Sounds perfect. We'll have to see if this dress looks as good on your floor as it does on me."
"It looks pretty un-fucking-believable as it is," he murmured as he Apparated them into the Wizard's reception cove of the Royal Opera House in London. "Though I'm rather partial to the gods-given piece of artistry beneath it. Come, love. Let's find our seats."
"I had this one made special for you," she whispered, sliding her hand into his as they wound through the crowd.
Higgs managed to restrain his smirk when he realized she was still talking about her undergarments when he was referring to her practically perfect naked body beneath them. It was just one more thing that made him love the witch beside him.
They were guided to their seats by an usher and as the lights dimmed and the curtain lifted, he raised the back of her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. "Thank you for coming with me, Mags."
She grinned. "Thank you for coming with me, Ren. I love spending time with you, you know."
Higgs braved the glare of the person sitting on the other side of Morag in their box to lean in and kiss her softly, resting his hand on the side of her face. "I love you, Princess Morag."
"I love you. You're my Prince Charming, just so you know."
"I'm only charming when I want to be, Princess," Higgs answered with a smirk before entwining their fingers once more and turning toward the stage.
Snickering softly, Morag turned her eyes to the stage, though she knew herself well enough to know her thoughts would be more on Ren than the performance.
As he'd come to expect from the Royal Opera, the performance was fantastic, but for the first time ever Higgs was drawn more to the woman beside him than the actors in front of them. When the final curtain fell and the house lights came up, he couldn't keep the smile off his face.
"That was brilliant!" She stood and picked up her wrap.
Higgs rested his hand on the base of her back, nodding to the few people he recognized on their walk back to the reception cove where he Apparated them home to La Néthe.
Morag leaned back against his chest and slipped out of her shoes. "Did you have a good time, love?"
He lowered his mouth to her neck and slid his arms around her waist, resting a hand on her well tones stomach. "I did indeed," he breathed against her skin. "Did you, Princess?"
Leaning her head back, she moaned softly. "Yes, yes I did. I do believe we're about to have a brilliant time, yes?"
"It'll be better than the opera, I promise you that," he answered, sliding a hand up to fully cup her breast. "I wanted to take you in the coat room. You've no idea what you do to me, Morag."
Her mind fogged and all she could manage to utter was, "Show me what I do to you and I'll show you what you do to me."
Nipping and sucking at her neck, Higgs managed unzip her dress, coaxing it to fall to the floor where it puddled at her feet. The black silk of her corset was offset with cream coloured lace that practically begged Higgs to trace his tongue along where it met her skin. "You make me out of my mind with want even without trappings like this."
Her hands shifted back to settle at his hips. "I only have to think about you to be out of my mind with want. I love you so very much, Terence."
Higgs growled against her skin, biting down on the soft flesh where her neck met her shoulder. He never let anyone call him that but hearing her do it was like flipping a switch inside of him and all he wanted to do was thrust into her and make them one complete being.
He vanished her very pretty knickers and slid his hand between her legs instead, preparing the way first with one finger and then another. "Oh, Princess," he groaned as she rocked against his hand. "I love you so fucking much."
"Oh gods, I love you." She cried out, her thoughts totally scrambled, gripping his hips and trying to stay upright. It felt so very good.
"You're so wet, Mags," he murmured low in her ear. He added a third finger and grinned when she came all over his hand. "I love when you're wet and perfect and waiting. Are you ready, Princess?"
She wasn't sure what she said, other than something along the lines of 'oh gods yes!'
Higgs slid down her body, spreading her legs a bit to taste her wet quim from behind, pausing only to remove his fingers from the bundle of nerves that had sent her moaning with every touch to grip her hips and pull her onto his mouth.
Keening, Morag gripped the arm of the sofa, her legs wobbly from the sheer amount of pleasure she was feeling.
There was something about the way she tasted that drove Higgs out of his mind. Going down on a witch had never been his favourite thing to do but when it came to Morag, Higgs couldn't get enough. From the very first time, Higgs knew that for the rest of his life nothing would ever taste so good.
She bucked her hips against him again and again and when he felt that she was just about to let go he suddenly slipped up her body, turning her in his arms to kiss her ravenously, letting her taste her own pleasure on his lips.
Morag's hands were busy stripping him, not breaking their kiss, her hands roaming across every bit of skin she uncovered. "I need you, Ren."
"Then you can have me, Princess," he murmured, sliding himself inside her to the hilt before cupping her arse and twisting her legs around his back.
How he walked them to the bed was beyond him, but he rhythmically slid in and out of her even as he lay her back on their bed. Her hips clenched tightly around him, making him weak in the knees as he loosened the laces of her corset and finally freed her. "You feel so good, Princess."
She pulled him down with her legs, so he had to brace himself over her. Morag liked having him close enough to hold close even as their bodies found a rhythm almost instinctively. She wasn't sure what she said exactly, just that she loved him and wanted to be with him forever.
That was what it took to push him over the edge, thrusting hard and fast until he felt her join him in indescribable pleasure. "You can be," he breathed finally as he came down from his high, moving beside her on the bed with his arms tightly wound around her. "Forever with me. If you want to be."
"I do, I really, really do," was all she could say coherently, the feeling of being wanted and needed nearly overwhelming her in the best possible way.
"Good," he said, caressing her cheek as he leaned over to kiss her softly. "I love you, Mags."
"I love you. So much more than I will ever be able to tell you."
"You're going to be stuck with me a long time. Maybe someday we'll be able to describe it," he teased, resting his forehead against hers.
"When we're a hundred and have great grandchildren running around," she replied sleepily. "I love you so much."
His heart was full as he wrapped his arms around her. For a man who'd never wanted that kind of life, it was amazing to him how loving her had changed him. Now children and grandchildren and everything about that life seemed within reach and he wanted it with all of his heart.