Fic: The Fourth Date
Title: The Fourth Date
Author: glitter_pink
Characters: Neville Longbottom/ Lavender Brown
Prompt: Pearls
Word Count: 500
Rating: R
Warnings: None.
Author's Notes: Originally written for the Third of HumpMadness 2014 competition at hp_humpdrabbless. This is the fic that has brought my journey to an end. ALAS! As per usual, snugs to nightfalltwen for the beta. You are ruthless when I cannot be. I would have never pared this down to 500 words without your bloodthirst.
Dear Primrose Improper,
I’m at my wit’s end… I’ve met the most amazing woman. I’m mad about her, but I’ve no idea how to show her. It’s been three dates now …
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As a Gryffindor-- rather-- as the slayer of Nagini, a member of Dumbledore’s Army, a war hero and a Gryffindor, I should be able to end a third date with more than a few kisses and a hasty good night. One would imagine I’d be able to at least broach the topic of coming in for a cuppa or… other things that tend to follow a romantic evening.
Yet three dates, three stupendous snogs and three doors shut (gently) in my face suggested otherwise. Lavender Brown was a difficult read. Her ready wit and generous curves left me feeling quite inadequate, but that sexy hint of a smirk I caught each time she slid her door shut had me flooing her the next day to set myself up for more of the same.
Tonight was no exception. She wore a tight little black number that hugged every asset in a way that made my tongue go utterly stupid in my head. Even as I had that pert bum of hers pressed firmly against the door, she could still tease me.
“I do so love that blush of yours,” she laughed, nipping my lower lip and sliding her hands from the socially acceptable locale of my hips round to my backside. Before I had a chance to defend my honor… or sully hers in a decidedly improper fashion, she skirted under my arms, dancing out of reach.
I was hopeless.
I apparated back to my flat, resigned to yet another evening of furious wanking. What followed was an hour of deep introspection upon where, exactly, my life was going. Then spotting the Prophet, I had an idea.
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My Dearest Flummoxed in Ferndown,
I love playing cupid! For giving me such a juicy tidbit on a Tuesday, I shall aid you in your quest!
Now, if you know the lady in question is just playing coy, here’s what you should do…
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Lavender was amazing, arching above me, all rose and gold, hot and wet and mine. With her breasts filling my hands and her sighs filling the air, I thought back to yesterday’s advice column and the pearls of wisdom which brought me here.
When she and I collapsed in a heap, exchanging lazy kisses as we caught our breath, I started laughing. This was my turn to feel clever.
“What?,” she protested sleepily, swatting my hands away from her breasts and rolling over to snag the coverlet.
“Just thinking,” I replied. She raised an eyebrow. “That Primrose Improper really knows her stuff, yeah?”
The shock on her face took my heart to stuttering. Now her cheeks were burning.
“What?! How did you-?”
I kissed her nose; she smothered me with a pillow.
I really did love it when she blushed.
Author: glitter_pink
Characters: Neville Longbottom/ Lavender Brown
Prompt: Pearls
Word Count: 500
Rating: R
Warnings: None.
Author's Notes: Originally written for the Third of HumpMadness 2014 competition at hp_humpdrabbless. This is the fic that has brought my journey to an end. ALAS! As per usual, snugs to nightfalltwen for the beta. You are ruthless when I cannot be. I would have never pared this down to 500 words without your bloodthirst.
Dear Primrose Improper,
I’m at my wit’s end… I’ve met the most amazing woman. I’m mad about her, but I’ve no idea how to show her. It’s been three dates now …
---
As a Gryffindor-- rather-- as the slayer of Nagini, a member of Dumbledore’s Army, a war hero and a Gryffindor, I should be able to end a third date with more than a few kisses and a hasty good night. One would imagine I’d be able to at least broach the topic of coming in for a cuppa or… other things that tend to follow a romantic evening.
Yet three dates, three stupendous snogs and three doors shut (gently) in my face suggested otherwise. Lavender Brown was a difficult read. Her ready wit and generous curves left me feeling quite inadequate, but that sexy hint of a smirk I caught each time she slid her door shut had me flooing her the next day to set myself up for more of the same.
Tonight was no exception. She wore a tight little black number that hugged every asset in a way that made my tongue go utterly stupid in my head. Even as I had that pert bum of hers pressed firmly against the door, she could still tease me.
“I do so love that blush of yours,” she laughed, nipping my lower lip and sliding her hands from the socially acceptable locale of my hips round to my backside. Before I had a chance to defend my honor… or sully hers in a decidedly improper fashion, she skirted under my arms, dancing out of reach.
I was hopeless.
I apparated back to my flat, resigned to yet another evening of furious wanking. What followed was an hour of deep introspection upon where, exactly, my life was going. Then spotting the Prophet, I had an idea.
---
My Dearest Flummoxed in Ferndown,
I love playing cupid! For giving me such a juicy tidbit on a Tuesday, I shall aid you in your quest!
Now, if you know the lady in question is just playing coy, here’s what you should do…
---
Lavender was amazing, arching above me, all rose and gold, hot and wet and mine. With her breasts filling my hands and her sighs filling the air, I thought back to yesterday’s advice column and the pearls of wisdom which brought me here.
When she and I collapsed in a heap, exchanging lazy kisses as we caught our breath, I started laughing. This was my turn to feel clever.
“What?,” she protested sleepily, swatting my hands away from her breasts and rolling over to snag the coverlet.
“Just thinking,” I replied. She raised an eyebrow. “That Primrose Improper really knows her stuff, yeah?”
The shock on her face took my heart to stuttering. Now her cheeks were burning.
“What?! How did you-?”
I kissed her nose; she smothered me with a pillow.
I really did love it when she blushed.