HP Fic Repost: "Caught Off Guard" (Charlie/Lily Luna, NC17)
Title: Caught Off Guard
Pairing: Charlie/Lily Luna
Rating: NC17
Warnings: observe the pairing; also, there's some low-level coercion.
Summary: Charlie wakes to an unexpected intruder
Word Count: 3120
Author's Notes: Charlie/Lily Luna? Okay, so that's a rare-pair. Written for luvscharlie as an extra mod gift for the HP Nextgen fest, and originally posted here.
Caught Off Guard
"Mum often says I ought to stay clear of you."
Charlie opened the eye that wasn't half-buried in the pillow long enough to recognize the general shape of his visitor, then squeezed both eyes shut again. "Lils, I don't know if you've noticed, but it's like five in the fucking morning. And I'm sleeping. Soundly and gladly, point of fact."
"Yeah, I know. I figured to catch you off-guard. 's it working?"
"No. I'm too bloody well trained by all those years of not getting my arse torched by a pissed-off lizard to ever be off guard, even caught out of a deep sleep at the crack of fuck-you. Why're you here?" He frowned and opened one eye again, not that it did a damn bit of good in the near-dark. "Wait, stay clear of me?"
"See? Not so well-trained to immediate alertness as you always say, are you?"
Charlie rolled a little, pushing up onto his elbow and running his free hand through his hair as he squinted at his niece. "I'm retired, you shit. Taking a few seconds to come all the way to brilliance isn't half bad. Try this with your Uncle Ron sometime, why don't you?"
"As Gram says, you're not retired, Charlie; you've just changed careers."
"It'll work out to be about the same thing, if you ask me. Sit about, write things down from time to time, putter and chat between classes. Not that I'm complaining, and I suppose the job may yet surprise me. I had a good run, and old man Kettleburn to the contrary, this is pretty safe. Also, last I checked, I'm currently on holiday. It's not quite September yet. I'm going back to sleep now."
"I know. After all, when it's September it would be out of line for me to show up here unannounced. And anyway, I don't think Uncle Ron would be the right choice." Lily grinned--Charlie could see the flash of white teeth. He'd started to lie back down, but sighed and stopped. She wasn't going away. "He'd go all mental if I showed up like this," she continued.
"So is that how I get you to let me enjoy my bloody Saturday morning lie-in? If I shout now, will you leave?"
"Yeah, because I'm completely unaccustomed to being shouted at by boys. Neither of the boys has ever raised his voice in my presence."
"Oh, please. Those brothers of yours couldn't blister your ears if they tried. Okay, Al, maybe, if he put his mind to it and went for brute filth at high volume rather than poetic filth with pauses for effect, but James would tangle up his tongue with the sheer force of his blush."
"So you have a dirtier mouth, is what you're saying?" She stepped closer, and Charlie frowned as he got a better look at her attire.
Or more to the point, her lack thereof; there had been only a cloak, and she'd just dropped it.
"Uh. Lils?" He allowed himself another half-second to consider the extent to which running around with active brothers and cousins had left her very fit (What the fuck; she was the one who'd shown up here bare-arsed and saucy), then glanced up. "You do know you're not wearing anything, right?"
"I may have noticed." She lifted a knee and set it on his bed, nudging aside the top of the blanket that had fallen from his shoulder when he half sat up. "Are you?"
"Yeah. No. Uh. What?" He blinked at the rather obvious puff of pubic hair just there before she turned, wondering if he was still asleep. "Lils--"
"You don't know if you have pants on?" She twisted and sat down, the curve of her arse pinning his arm, the side of her hip just whispering through the hair on his chest.
"No, I do know, but to the best of my recollection, you and I don't usually have a naked sort of relationship. At least, not since you were a toddler in need of a thorough washing whilst I was minding you." He looked her over carefully as he spoke. Nothing about her looked off--she wasn't shaking or sweating, and she didn't seem the least bit conflicted--and she was warm against his chest as she slid bare toes under his blanket. He slid back a few inches, pulling his arm out from under her. "Care to explain what you have in mind?" His body was reacting to fit warm naked girl close enough to…well to fuck, as she wriggled her way further under the sheets. For once he was happy about being in his mid-fifties; he was a lot better at telling his dick to shut it than a younger man might be, and a lot less inclined to panic about the fact that his body was having any such reaction to someone he'd known since infancy. It didn't hurt that he'd spent some thirty-five years remaining calm in the face of the unexpected.
"You really want an explanation?" She turned toward him, her grin only getting wider. "I should think it would be plain enough."
Charlie sat the rest of the way up, bringing the blanket with him and leaning back against the headboard. He folded his arms across his chest for his best imposing look; generally the breadth of his shoulders had an effect with difficult teen-agers. "I see what it looks like, Lils, but you can't mean for me to just accept my nineteen-year-old niece crawling into my bed and hopping on. That is, your mother and mine would both kill me very, very dead for at least three reasons besides the one about how, did I mention, niece, and--"
"I wasn't planning on telling them," she said calmly, her hand sliding across the sheet to find his thigh. She scratched with the backs of her nails, exerting just enough pressure to leave tingling marks, and offered a wicked smirk as she changed direction and found his balls, cupping them in her palm.
Charlie swallowed hard and didn't let his hips jerk, still not at all sure what she meant to do here or how to respond. He felt his nostrils flare, though it was hard to say whether irritation or arousal was primary. "I suppose you do plan on something."
"You might say." She squeezed and stroked, sending her thumbnail up the underside of his cock as it started to fill. He had less control of its twitch, but he still didn't allow his face or the rest of his body to react.
"Christ. You are so your mother's daughter, aren't you? Let me clarify. I assume that if you have a plan for what not to do, it follows that you have a plan of action, as well. Would you please share what that is?"
"I doubt she ever did this: I plan to get you hard, straddle you, and then tease you until you can't stand it. Clear enough?"
"I'm a patient man, Lily, by nature and by training. Taking me past the point of tolerance is something I rather doubt you can do." Her hand was smooth as she caressed his balls again, but he pushed it away and changed the subject as he folded his arms again. "Why did you say she say to stay clear of me?"
"Because you're a skirt-chasing pervert and a bad example, I think. Not that she said it in so many words." Lily let him push her hand away, but a moment later she was back at it, slow and sure and in no way wary or intimidated. "What she said was more that she thinks the fact you've never settled down--"
Charlie snorted. "I lived in the same place for a long time, doing a difficult job that isn't especially suitable for most people's idea of settling-with. Doesn't inherently mean a fucking thing; after all, if I were unable to commit, I probably wouldn't have been so good at the staying there."
"Yeah, I know, but between that perception and the fact that you curse like a sailor and have sometimes, like for example at Vic's wedding, been known to do pervy things--and no, by the way, I have not mentioned that particular instance to her because I am not an idiot but it's not like I haven't heard her hissing at Dad about other apparently similar events in relation to the problem of you being a professor now and in a position to shape young minds because doesn't he remember how much power the staff here can have--I think she might have had a point."
"It is definitely not my fault that you don't know how to knock, and I had assumed you didn't ever share what you saw there, since I didn't get any parental or fraternal visits regarding the slight impropriety of my behavior."
"Impropriety, he says." Lily snickered and licked her lips. "You were fucking both the maid of honor and the best man. Who are twins. In the guest toilet of your mother's house."
"They were hot and quite willing." Charlie shrugged. "So then, you're here for me to chase the skirt that you aren't wearing, or be a bad influence? Or are those the same thing?"
"A skirt would just get in the way, and besides, I'm not here to play out some creepy student teacher fantasy. And I really don't think I need any bad influencing. Do you?" She brought her hand down more fully around his balls and squeezed just exactly hard enough to bring Charlie just to the edge of pain; he felt a sheen of sweat break out at his hairline.
"I think you may have a bit of practice in the general area of discussion," was all he said. "But I do wonder."
"Wonder what?" She was inching closer again, and he was letting her, largely because moving was going to involve lifting his hips and that wasn't going to help--and Apparating inside the castle was more complicated than he was willing to try in this state.
He pursed his lips. "You can't have thought I'd just roll over for you."
"But you are."
"I'm not willing to answer questions as to why you're in my bed naked and injured, so my options are relatively limited. But that doesn't mean I can't still restrain you, you know."
"I know." She grinned even more broadly than before. "You can stop me any time. If you can bring yourself to." She threw the blanket back off him and rolled in, taking his cock in her mouth and scraping with her teeth.
He gasped and watched her work in the growing light coming through the window. Her hair was darker than any of his siblings, but it was impossible not to see Ginny in her, impossible not to be very aware of who she was, and his cock was fully hard now as she bobbed her head and sucked him not just enthusiastically, but with skill.
She looked up and met his gaze over his forearms, then let him go, lips wet and shiny. "And you aren't. Stopping me."
"I'm hoping you didn't learn this from the other staff here." He hadn't been thinking any such thing, but he needed to speak, and explaining that she had her mother's mouth and eyes seemed inappropriate. Or rather, more inappropriate than that he was watching those lips stretch around his dick.
She laughed and pushed up, lifting one knee to straddle him and not giving him even an instant to object before she slid down onto him in one smooth move, her knees spreading wider to take him to the root. She ground down against him for a moment, then slowly started to rock, watching him as she moved.
He waited for her to speed up, to need more pressure, but she surprised him--which, at this point, seemed like it ought in itself to be unsurprising--and leaned back a little to put her hand between them. He could feel her fingers working as she found her clit and rested her other hand on his leg behind her. "No," she said.
"No?" He had no idea what she was answering.
"No, I didn't do this with any of the staff here. I was a perfectly lovely student." Her hips continued undulating, far too slowly, but her fingers sped up, rubbing furiously as she licked her lips again. "I'm gonna come on your cock, Uncle Charlie. On your cock that's hard for me, and don't pretend it's not."
He shuddered and watched her, felt her squeezing in waves as she called him by name and smiled at him, then asked, "I don't recall indicating I was unclear as to the twistedness of this little game, Lils. I'm not pretending anything."
After a moment, as the pulses slowed and fluttered to nothing, she leaned closer again. "Did you like watching me get myself off?"
Shit, yes, he'd liked it. He raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips before avoiding the issue. "I never answered your question." She was still on him, still moving just enough to call it fucking as she ran one finger along the edges of the dragon ink on his left shoulder.
"What's that?"
"I said I wondered, and you asked wondered what."
"Ah." She wrapped her arms around his neck and shrugged. "So answer it now."
"I wonder what you're using me for. Sex with an older man? You said it's not a teacher thing."
"I told you. I want to tease you until you can't stand it."
"And what do you think I'll do then?"
"Roll us over and hold me down with all your strength and pound into me until you come," she said. He felt the shudder roll through her belly, and a minute later she was pushing her hand between them again.
He caught her wrist and pulled it free, pulling her flat against his chest with his other arm as he thrust up into her. "And what if I think you should make me come? You want to ride me, little girl, you do it like you mean it."
She gasped and struggled slightly, but when he relaxed, she lifted up and drove down again hard, over and over until she came a second time.
When she slowed to a gentle rock again, he waited, then pushed up hard. "No teasing, Lily. You wanted to fuck me, so fuck me. Or go away and leave me to jerk off in peace."
She caught her lower lip between her teeth and let the flesh slide loose slowly, watching him all the while, then nodded and reached over his shoulders, grasping the headboard with both hands and using the leverage to move faster and harder until they were both panting and whimpering little gasps. His hands had settled on her arse, and while she was right--his impulse was to roll them over and fuck into her hard--he wasn't about to give her the satisfaction, so he settled for assisting her movement, raising her up and forcing her back down.
When she came for the third time and slowed, trembling, he chuckled. "Have I worn you out?" He didn't give her time to answer, but instead lifted her off his cock entirely and pushed her down between his thighs, then reached for his sticky wet cock and stroked it roughly.
She looked up at him, smirked one more time, and slowly moved forward as though she was going to take him in her mouth again. When he came, spurting up onto her lips and chin while she watched him, she sat back on her heels and wiped her face with the back of one hand.
He reached for his wand and cleaned himself up, then as calmly as he could manage said, "Good morning. And now, I'd like to have that lie-in, if you don't mind."
She shrugged and scrambled off the bed, bending to pick up the discarded cloak. Her legs were still shaking, and he was sure she was going to be sore, but she didn't show it, and as she reached the door, slipping her feet into boots she must have left there before waking him, she glanced over her shoulder. "I'll see you soon."
He shook his head, waited for her to go, and pointed his wand at the door to reinforce the lock before getting out of bed and heading for the shower. There was no way he was going back to sleep, orgasm or no orgasm, but she didn't need to know that.
--
In some ways, Hogwarts was a great deal like the dragon colony. The staff was responsible for herding and controlling wild creatures, and everyone shared communal meals and responsibilities.
It made it easy to get comfortable with the new routines.
As the clock struck eight, Charlie laced up his boots and headed down to breakfast, taking his seat near one end and shoveling bacon and potatoes onto his plate as Minerva stood at the center of the table.
"As you know," she began, "I've been looking to fill the last of our open staff positions. Arithmancy is a less-common subject, and it's been a bit challenging to locate someone on short notice, but it's settled."
Charlie took a bite of his bacon and reached for the platter of eggs, listening with half an ear.
"Just this morning, I've had a reply from an applicant to whom I offered the position yesterday. She'll be moving in this afternoon." She turned to the door, which was opening. "Lily is rather young, but I expect great things."
Charlie managed not to choke on his potatoes, blinking back the water that came to his eyes in the effort, then watched his niece sweep toward them and take the last empty seat, right next to him.
She grinned at him. "Hi."
"Lils." He didn't say anything else, and nodded when the Headmistress suggested he might help Lily get her things arranged, as he was family and all, then went back to eating his bacon. After a minute, he asked, "Were you planning on sharing?"
She shrugged. "I said I'd see you soon."
It was a safe enough thing to say, with no comment as to when they'd spoken, but Charlie scowled for a moment before nodding. "So you did."
Her fingers grazed his thigh under the table, and he shuddered.
And wondered how long until he could reasonably leave the table to follow her to her new room so he could pin her down and 'help her get settled.'
Shit.
I originally posted this at http://florahart.dreamwidth.org/1057067.html, where there are
comments. OpenID and/or anon comments are allowed, but sometimes locks and reading circles make going there complicated.
Pairing: Charlie/Lily Luna
Rating: NC17
Warnings: observe the pairing; also, there's some low-level coercion.
Summary: Charlie wakes to an unexpected intruder
Word Count: 3120
Author's Notes: Charlie/Lily Luna? Okay, so that's a rare-pair. Written for luvscharlie as an extra mod gift for the HP Nextgen fest, and originally posted here.
Caught Off Guard
"Mum often says I ought to stay clear of you."
Charlie opened the eye that wasn't half-buried in the pillow long enough to recognize the general shape of his visitor, then squeezed both eyes shut again. "Lils, I don't know if you've noticed, but it's like five in the fucking morning. And I'm sleeping. Soundly and gladly, point of fact."
"Yeah, I know. I figured to catch you off-guard. 's it working?"
"No. I'm too bloody well trained by all those years of not getting my arse torched by a pissed-off lizard to ever be off guard, even caught out of a deep sleep at the crack of fuck-you. Why're you here?" He frowned and opened one eye again, not that it did a damn bit of good in the near-dark. "Wait, stay clear of me?"
"See? Not so well-trained to immediate alertness as you always say, are you?"
Charlie rolled a little, pushing up onto his elbow and running his free hand through his hair as he squinted at his niece. "I'm retired, you shit. Taking a few seconds to come all the way to brilliance isn't half bad. Try this with your Uncle Ron sometime, why don't you?"
"As Gram says, you're not retired, Charlie; you've just changed careers."
"It'll work out to be about the same thing, if you ask me. Sit about, write things down from time to time, putter and chat between classes. Not that I'm complaining, and I suppose the job may yet surprise me. I had a good run, and old man Kettleburn to the contrary, this is pretty safe. Also, last I checked, I'm currently on holiday. It's not quite September yet. I'm going back to sleep now."
"I know. After all, when it's September it would be out of line for me to show up here unannounced. And anyway, I don't think Uncle Ron would be the right choice." Lily grinned--Charlie could see the flash of white teeth. He'd started to lie back down, but sighed and stopped. She wasn't going away. "He'd go all mental if I showed up like this," she continued.
"So is that how I get you to let me enjoy my bloody Saturday morning lie-in? If I shout now, will you leave?"
"Yeah, because I'm completely unaccustomed to being shouted at by boys. Neither of the boys has ever raised his voice in my presence."
"Oh, please. Those brothers of yours couldn't blister your ears if they tried. Okay, Al, maybe, if he put his mind to it and went for brute filth at high volume rather than poetic filth with pauses for effect, but James would tangle up his tongue with the sheer force of his blush."
"So you have a dirtier mouth, is what you're saying?" She stepped closer, and Charlie frowned as he got a better look at her attire.
Or more to the point, her lack thereof; there had been only a cloak, and she'd just dropped it.
"Uh. Lils?" He allowed himself another half-second to consider the extent to which running around with active brothers and cousins had left her very fit (What the fuck; she was the one who'd shown up here bare-arsed and saucy), then glanced up. "You do know you're not wearing anything, right?"
"I may have noticed." She lifted a knee and set it on his bed, nudging aside the top of the blanket that had fallen from his shoulder when he half sat up. "Are you?"
"Yeah. No. Uh. What?" He blinked at the rather obvious puff of pubic hair just there before she turned, wondering if he was still asleep. "Lils--"
"You don't know if you have pants on?" She twisted and sat down, the curve of her arse pinning his arm, the side of her hip just whispering through the hair on his chest.
"No, I do know, but to the best of my recollection, you and I don't usually have a naked sort of relationship. At least, not since you were a toddler in need of a thorough washing whilst I was minding you." He looked her over carefully as he spoke. Nothing about her looked off--she wasn't shaking or sweating, and she didn't seem the least bit conflicted--and she was warm against his chest as she slid bare toes under his blanket. He slid back a few inches, pulling his arm out from under her. "Care to explain what you have in mind?" His body was reacting to fit warm naked girl close enough to…well to fuck, as she wriggled her way further under the sheets. For once he was happy about being in his mid-fifties; he was a lot better at telling his dick to shut it than a younger man might be, and a lot less inclined to panic about the fact that his body was having any such reaction to someone he'd known since infancy. It didn't hurt that he'd spent some thirty-five years remaining calm in the face of the unexpected.
"You really want an explanation?" She turned toward him, her grin only getting wider. "I should think it would be plain enough."
Charlie sat the rest of the way up, bringing the blanket with him and leaning back against the headboard. He folded his arms across his chest for his best imposing look; generally the breadth of his shoulders had an effect with difficult teen-agers. "I see what it looks like, Lils, but you can't mean for me to just accept my nineteen-year-old niece crawling into my bed and hopping on. That is, your mother and mine would both kill me very, very dead for at least three reasons besides the one about how, did I mention, niece, and--"
"I wasn't planning on telling them," she said calmly, her hand sliding across the sheet to find his thigh. She scratched with the backs of her nails, exerting just enough pressure to leave tingling marks, and offered a wicked smirk as she changed direction and found his balls, cupping them in her palm.
Charlie swallowed hard and didn't let his hips jerk, still not at all sure what she meant to do here or how to respond. He felt his nostrils flare, though it was hard to say whether irritation or arousal was primary. "I suppose you do plan on something."
"You might say." She squeezed and stroked, sending her thumbnail up the underside of his cock as it started to fill. He had less control of its twitch, but he still didn't allow his face or the rest of his body to react.
"Christ. You are so your mother's daughter, aren't you? Let me clarify. I assume that if you have a plan for what not to do, it follows that you have a plan of action, as well. Would you please share what that is?"
"I doubt she ever did this: I plan to get you hard, straddle you, and then tease you until you can't stand it. Clear enough?"
"I'm a patient man, Lily, by nature and by training. Taking me past the point of tolerance is something I rather doubt you can do." Her hand was smooth as she caressed his balls again, but he pushed it away and changed the subject as he folded his arms again. "Why did you say she say to stay clear of me?"
"Because you're a skirt-chasing pervert and a bad example, I think. Not that she said it in so many words." Lily let him push her hand away, but a moment later she was back at it, slow and sure and in no way wary or intimidated. "What she said was more that she thinks the fact you've never settled down--"
Charlie snorted. "I lived in the same place for a long time, doing a difficult job that isn't especially suitable for most people's idea of settling-with. Doesn't inherently mean a fucking thing; after all, if I were unable to commit, I probably wouldn't have been so good at the staying there."
"Yeah, I know, but between that perception and the fact that you curse like a sailor and have sometimes, like for example at Vic's wedding, been known to do pervy things--and no, by the way, I have not mentioned that particular instance to her because I am not an idiot but it's not like I haven't heard her hissing at Dad about other apparently similar events in relation to the problem of you being a professor now and in a position to shape young minds because doesn't he remember how much power the staff here can have--I think she might have had a point."
"It is definitely not my fault that you don't know how to knock, and I had assumed you didn't ever share what you saw there, since I didn't get any parental or fraternal visits regarding the slight impropriety of my behavior."
"Impropriety, he says." Lily snickered and licked her lips. "You were fucking both the maid of honor and the best man. Who are twins. In the guest toilet of your mother's house."
"They were hot and quite willing." Charlie shrugged. "So then, you're here for me to chase the skirt that you aren't wearing, or be a bad influence? Or are those the same thing?"
"A skirt would just get in the way, and besides, I'm not here to play out some creepy student teacher fantasy. And I really don't think I need any bad influencing. Do you?" She brought her hand down more fully around his balls and squeezed just exactly hard enough to bring Charlie just to the edge of pain; he felt a sheen of sweat break out at his hairline.
"I think you may have a bit of practice in the general area of discussion," was all he said. "But I do wonder."
"Wonder what?" She was inching closer again, and he was letting her, largely because moving was going to involve lifting his hips and that wasn't going to help--and Apparating inside the castle was more complicated than he was willing to try in this state.
He pursed his lips. "You can't have thought I'd just roll over for you."
"But you are."
"I'm not willing to answer questions as to why you're in my bed naked and injured, so my options are relatively limited. But that doesn't mean I can't still restrain you, you know."
"I know." She grinned even more broadly than before. "You can stop me any time. If you can bring yourself to." She threw the blanket back off him and rolled in, taking his cock in her mouth and scraping with her teeth.
He gasped and watched her work in the growing light coming through the window. Her hair was darker than any of his siblings, but it was impossible not to see Ginny in her, impossible not to be very aware of who she was, and his cock was fully hard now as she bobbed her head and sucked him not just enthusiastically, but with skill.
She looked up and met his gaze over his forearms, then let him go, lips wet and shiny. "And you aren't. Stopping me."
"I'm hoping you didn't learn this from the other staff here." He hadn't been thinking any such thing, but he needed to speak, and explaining that she had her mother's mouth and eyes seemed inappropriate. Or rather, more inappropriate than that he was watching those lips stretch around his dick.
She laughed and pushed up, lifting one knee to straddle him and not giving him even an instant to object before she slid down onto him in one smooth move, her knees spreading wider to take him to the root. She ground down against him for a moment, then slowly started to rock, watching him as she moved.
He waited for her to speed up, to need more pressure, but she surprised him--which, at this point, seemed like it ought in itself to be unsurprising--and leaned back a little to put her hand between them. He could feel her fingers working as she found her clit and rested her other hand on his leg behind her. "No," she said.
"No?" He had no idea what she was answering.
"No, I didn't do this with any of the staff here. I was a perfectly lovely student." Her hips continued undulating, far too slowly, but her fingers sped up, rubbing furiously as she licked her lips again. "I'm gonna come on your cock, Uncle Charlie. On your cock that's hard for me, and don't pretend it's not."
He shuddered and watched her, felt her squeezing in waves as she called him by name and smiled at him, then asked, "I don't recall indicating I was unclear as to the twistedness of this little game, Lils. I'm not pretending anything."
After a moment, as the pulses slowed and fluttered to nothing, she leaned closer again. "Did you like watching me get myself off?"
Shit, yes, he'd liked it. He raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips before avoiding the issue. "I never answered your question." She was still on him, still moving just enough to call it fucking as she ran one finger along the edges of the dragon ink on his left shoulder.
"What's that?"
"I said I wondered, and you asked wondered what."
"Ah." She wrapped her arms around his neck and shrugged. "So answer it now."
"I wonder what you're using me for. Sex with an older man? You said it's not a teacher thing."
"I told you. I want to tease you until you can't stand it."
"And what do you think I'll do then?"
"Roll us over and hold me down with all your strength and pound into me until you come," she said. He felt the shudder roll through her belly, and a minute later she was pushing her hand between them again.
He caught her wrist and pulled it free, pulling her flat against his chest with his other arm as he thrust up into her. "And what if I think you should make me come? You want to ride me, little girl, you do it like you mean it."
She gasped and struggled slightly, but when he relaxed, she lifted up and drove down again hard, over and over until she came a second time.
When she slowed to a gentle rock again, he waited, then pushed up hard. "No teasing, Lily. You wanted to fuck me, so fuck me. Or go away and leave me to jerk off in peace."
She caught her lower lip between her teeth and let the flesh slide loose slowly, watching him all the while, then nodded and reached over his shoulders, grasping the headboard with both hands and using the leverage to move faster and harder until they were both panting and whimpering little gasps. His hands had settled on her arse, and while she was right--his impulse was to roll them over and fuck into her hard--he wasn't about to give her the satisfaction, so he settled for assisting her movement, raising her up and forcing her back down.
When she came for the third time and slowed, trembling, he chuckled. "Have I worn you out?" He didn't give her time to answer, but instead lifted her off his cock entirely and pushed her down between his thighs, then reached for his sticky wet cock and stroked it roughly.
She looked up at him, smirked one more time, and slowly moved forward as though she was going to take him in her mouth again. When he came, spurting up onto her lips and chin while she watched him, she sat back on her heels and wiped her face with the back of one hand.
He reached for his wand and cleaned himself up, then as calmly as he could manage said, "Good morning. And now, I'd like to have that lie-in, if you don't mind."
She shrugged and scrambled off the bed, bending to pick up the discarded cloak. Her legs were still shaking, and he was sure she was going to be sore, but she didn't show it, and as she reached the door, slipping her feet into boots she must have left there before waking him, she glanced over her shoulder. "I'll see you soon."
He shook his head, waited for her to go, and pointed his wand at the door to reinforce the lock before getting out of bed and heading for the shower. There was no way he was going back to sleep, orgasm or no orgasm, but she didn't need to know that.
--
In some ways, Hogwarts was a great deal like the dragon colony. The staff was responsible for herding and controlling wild creatures, and everyone shared communal meals and responsibilities.
It made it easy to get comfortable with the new routines.
As the clock struck eight, Charlie laced up his boots and headed down to breakfast, taking his seat near one end and shoveling bacon and potatoes onto his plate as Minerva stood at the center of the table.
"As you know," she began, "I've been looking to fill the last of our open staff positions. Arithmancy is a less-common subject, and it's been a bit challenging to locate someone on short notice, but it's settled."
Charlie took a bite of his bacon and reached for the platter of eggs, listening with half an ear.
"Just this morning, I've had a reply from an applicant to whom I offered the position yesterday. She'll be moving in this afternoon." She turned to the door, which was opening. "Lily is rather young, but I expect great things."
Charlie managed not to choke on his potatoes, blinking back the water that came to his eyes in the effort, then watched his niece sweep toward them and take the last empty seat, right next to him.
She grinned at him. "Hi."
"Lils." He didn't say anything else, and nodded when the Headmistress suggested he might help Lily get her things arranged, as he was family and all, then went back to eating his bacon. After a minute, he asked, "Were you planning on sharing?"
She shrugged. "I said I'd see you soon."
It was a safe enough thing to say, with no comment as to when they'd spoken, but Charlie scowled for a moment before nodding. "So you did."
Her fingers grazed his thigh under the table, and he shuddered.
And wondered how long until he could reasonably leave the table to follow her to her new room so he could pin her down and 'help her get settled.'
Shit.
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