Rendezvous in an Alcove
Title: Rendezvous in an Alcove
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Viktor/Fleur
Word Count: 675
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Sexual activity
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Written for: Birthday gift for delacourtings, who requested Viktor/Fleur with the prompts alcove, library, quiet
Summary: A rendezvous among the stacks
Fleur strolled slowly through the library, enjoying the ambiance. She loved books and learning; she always had. After leaving Beauxbatons, Fleur went on to pursue a career as a research librarian in London. Her occasional visits to the historic city had sold her on living there. That there was a particular, handsome gent who also called London home may have had something to do with her decision, also.
Fleur glanced at the elegant timepiece on her wrist. A sly smile curved her lips. The apple of her eye would be anxiously awaiting her, but Fleur planned to make him wait a little while longer. Not only would it whet his appetite, but it would remind him that she was her own woman.
Finally, nearly a quarter of an hour later, Fleur shelved the last of a stack of books and made her way to her assignation. As she approached the shadowy alcove, strong arms reached out and reeled her in.
Rather than struggle, Fleur sagged forward, into her lover's embrace. Her lips were seized in a punishing kiss, which she welcomed. Fleur opened to the pressure and looped her arms around Viktor's neck. Her stiletto heels had her nearly matching his height, enabling Fleur to meet and return Viktor's passionate greeting.
He raised his head and gulped in a ragged breath. "You were late."
Fleur leaned back and offered an unapologetic smile. "A lady is never late."
Viktor grinned at her cheek. "Come away with me now," he urged. "We should spend entire day in bed, yes?"
"Hm, that is tempting indeed," mused Fleur. "However, a lady does not abandon her duties either."
"You are destroying me, my lovely flower."
Fleur fluttered her lashes. "I am interested only in la petite mort, mon cher."
Viktor clamped a hand on her behind, fitting her tight to his body. "I love it when you speak the French," he growled. "Feel what you do to me."
Fleur bit back a tiny moan. The thrilling part of this game was striving to be quiet, no matter what delicious things Viktor did to her. "You do things to me, as well," she breathed.
"I make you wet, yes?" murmured Viktor. He didn't wait for an answer; he began inching her skirt up instead. When his wandering hands found nothing but bare, silky skin, Viktor groaned and pressed open-mouthed kisses to Fleur's delicate neck.
"Do not...do not mark me," she panted, lifting one leg to allow Viktor access to her most intimate places. When a finger delved inside her, Fleur clamped her teeth into her lower lip.
"You like that, da?"
"Oui," Fleur panted, hips moving restlessly.
"You want something more?"
"Yes, yes..."
Within moments, Viktor's cock was released from his trousers and embedded in Fleur's wet heat. The sex was awkward and frenzied, and oh so good.
"Si bon," Fleur moaned, burying her face in Viktor's shoulder. She slid a hand down, beneath her skirt, to tease her clit. The extra stimulation, combined with the utter naughty audacity of what they were doing, sent Fleur over the edge. She muffled her cry of completion against Viktor's chest. He thrust up into her a few more times, hard, before groaning through his climax.
Fleur sagged against him, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. "Did anyone hear?" she whispered.
"Who cares?" Viktor slurred in response as he slipped free of her.
Fleur took a step back, wobbling a little on her high heels and shaky legs. She smoothed her skirt down and flicked her wand about, tidying, refreshing, and unwrinkling. Now that her passions had been sated, Fleur felt the pressure to return to her duties before she was missed, or worse, caught. She turned to leave, but Viktor grabbed her hand.
"Until next time, priyatelka," he murmured, bestowing a kiss to the back of her hand before releasing her.
Fleur patted her hair and took her leave without acknowledging Viktor's parting words. However, as she emerged from the stacks and into the library proper, a small, satisfied smile curled her lips.
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Viktor/Fleur
Word Count: 675
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Sexual activity
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Written for: Birthday gift for delacourtings, who requested Viktor/Fleur with the prompts alcove, library, quiet
Summary: A rendezvous among the stacks
Fleur strolled slowly through the library, enjoying the ambiance. She loved books and learning; she always had. After leaving Beauxbatons, Fleur went on to pursue a career as a research librarian in London. Her occasional visits to the historic city had sold her on living there. That there was a particular, handsome gent who also called London home may have had something to do with her decision, also.
Fleur glanced at the elegant timepiece on her wrist. A sly smile curved her lips. The apple of her eye would be anxiously awaiting her, but Fleur planned to make him wait a little while longer. Not only would it whet his appetite, but it would remind him that she was her own woman.
Finally, nearly a quarter of an hour later, Fleur shelved the last of a stack of books and made her way to her assignation. As she approached the shadowy alcove, strong arms reached out and reeled her in.
Rather than struggle, Fleur sagged forward, into her lover's embrace. Her lips were seized in a punishing kiss, which she welcomed. Fleur opened to the pressure and looped her arms around Viktor's neck. Her stiletto heels had her nearly matching his height, enabling Fleur to meet and return Viktor's passionate greeting.
He raised his head and gulped in a ragged breath. "You were late."
Fleur leaned back and offered an unapologetic smile. "A lady is never late."
Viktor grinned at her cheek. "Come away with me now," he urged. "We should spend entire day in bed, yes?"
"Hm, that is tempting indeed," mused Fleur. "However, a lady does not abandon her duties either."
"You are destroying me, my lovely flower."
Fleur fluttered her lashes. "I am interested only in la petite mort, mon cher."
Viktor clamped a hand on her behind, fitting her tight to his body. "I love it when you speak the French," he growled. "Feel what you do to me."
Fleur bit back a tiny moan. The thrilling part of this game was striving to be quiet, no matter what delicious things Viktor did to her. "You do things to me, as well," she breathed.
"I make you wet, yes?" murmured Viktor. He didn't wait for an answer; he began inching her skirt up instead. When his wandering hands found nothing but bare, silky skin, Viktor groaned and pressed open-mouthed kisses to Fleur's delicate neck.
"Do not...do not mark me," she panted, lifting one leg to allow Viktor access to her most intimate places. When a finger delved inside her, Fleur clamped her teeth into her lower lip.
"You like that, da?"
"Oui," Fleur panted, hips moving restlessly.
"You want something more?"
"Yes, yes..."
Within moments, Viktor's cock was released from his trousers and embedded in Fleur's wet heat. The sex was awkward and frenzied, and oh so good.
"Si bon," Fleur moaned, burying her face in Viktor's shoulder. She slid a hand down, beneath her skirt, to tease her clit. The extra stimulation, combined with the utter naughty audacity of what they were doing, sent Fleur over the edge. She muffled her cry of completion against Viktor's chest. He thrust up into her a few more times, hard, before groaning through his climax.
Fleur sagged against him, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. "Did anyone hear?" she whispered.
"Who cares?" Viktor slurred in response as he slipped free of her.
Fleur took a step back, wobbling a little on her high heels and shaky legs. She smoothed her skirt down and flicked her wand about, tidying, refreshing, and unwrinkling. Now that her passions had been sated, Fleur felt the pressure to return to her duties before she was missed, or worse, caught. She turned to leave, but Viktor grabbed her hand.
"Until next time, priyatelka," he murmured, bestowing a kiss to the back of her hand before releasing her.
Fleur patted her hair and took her leave without acknowledging Viktor's parting words. However, as she emerged from the stacks and into the library proper, a small, satisfied smile curled her lips.