Re: any het pairing - "Come back here, darlin'."divagonzo1October 4 2014, 19:02:46 UTC
Pairing: Cormac/Romilda Rating: Hard R (With these two, there is nothing else!) A/N: Hope this tickles your fancy, tamlane
“Don’t you turn your back on me!”
She seethed fury, letting the anger roll off of her in blatant waves. Anyone within a mile could sense her animosity at the man standing there. Too bad he had to be an utter arse at times. And right now, Cormac was being a Order of Merlin Arse!
“We’re done. Wank for all I care but you’re not sharing my bed.”
She turned and took a step into the en-suite before she felt the sash of her housecoat being pulled away from her. She turned and watched his face open in shock when he saw her delicate undergarments. She took a perverse delight in what she had in mind.
“Had you not been a bastard tonight, you‘d have taken these off. Now?” She scowled even harder. “This will be the only look you’re ever going to get.”
She yanked the sash out of his hands and stormed into the loo. A sharp slam and click told him that he’d mucked up everything tonight.
“We’re not finished, witch.” He pointed his wand at the door and unlocked it. He stepped into the loo and saw she was nowhere in there. “Argh,” he growled before twisting in the small loo and disapparating to the other bedroom.
He stopped and stared. She was standing in her skin in the middle of her room. But one look quelled the growing ardour for her: her wand was pointed straight at his chest. “I don’t want you. Now get the fuck out!”
Sod the wand! He took three steps before stopping and crushing her lips to his. She fought for a moment before embracing him, reciprocating enthusiastically. She tore at his robes to feel the heated skin. He grinned under her kiss when she freed him from his trousers and pants.
He turned and pulled her on top of him, landing on the bed with a thud. She moved in his arms and felt his calloused fingers rubbing her deftly. She added her hands onto his to show him what she wanted from him.
He was a fast learner. “More,” she begged before his teeth sank into neck. “Quit teasing, you sod!”
He pulled her further up his body and sank bollocks deep into her wet quim. She screamed.
She uttered the one word - Move! - and did as she demanded.
No one told him no. He’d prove to her by shagging her senseless that no one ever turned him down, not when it came to fucking.
This wasn’t even sex. This was the finest raw fucking and he needed it today, after the Quidditch match. Cumming came second to winning.
She moaned, and groaned, and squealed. He relished every scream from her lips, whether it was biting her neck, or twisting her nipples, or even pinching her clit. She dripped from his fingers.
She gripped him hard before feeling her melt onto him. He thrust thrice before spilling into her.
Rating: Hard R (With these two, there is nothing else!)
A/N: Hope this tickles your fancy, tamlane
“Don’t you turn your back on me!”
She seethed fury, letting the anger roll off of her in blatant waves. Anyone within a mile could sense her animosity at the man standing there. Too bad he had to be an utter arse at times. And right now, Cormac was being a Order of Merlin Arse!
“We’re done. Wank for all I care but you’re not sharing my bed.”
She turned and took a step into the en-suite before she felt the sash of her housecoat being pulled away from her. She turned and watched his face open in shock when he saw her delicate undergarments. She took a perverse delight in what she had in mind.
“Had you not been a bastard tonight, you‘d have taken these off. Now?” She scowled even harder. “This will be the only look you’re ever going to get.”
She yanked the sash out of his hands and stormed into the loo. A sharp slam and click told him that he’d mucked up everything tonight.
“We’re not finished, witch.” He pointed his wand at the door and unlocked it. He stepped into the loo and saw she was nowhere in there. “Argh,” he growled before twisting in the small loo and disapparating to the other bedroom.
He stopped and stared. She was standing in her skin in the middle of her room. But one look quelled the growing ardour for her: her wand was pointed straight at his chest. “I don’t want you. Now get the fuck out!”
Sod the wand! He took three steps before stopping and crushing her lips to his. She fought for a moment before embracing him, reciprocating enthusiastically. She tore at his robes to feel the heated skin. He grinned under her kiss when she freed him from his trousers and pants.
He turned and pulled her on top of him, landing on the bed with a thud. She moved in his arms and felt his calloused fingers rubbing her deftly. She added her hands onto his to show him what she wanted from him.
He was a fast learner. “More,” she begged before his teeth sank into neck. “Quit teasing, you sod!”
He pulled her further up his body and sank bollocks deep into her wet quim. She screamed.
She uttered the one word - Move! - and did as she demanded.
No one told him no. He’d prove to her by shagging her senseless that no one ever turned him down, not when it came to fucking.
This wasn’t even sex. This was the finest raw fucking and he needed it today, after the Quidditch match. Cumming came second to winning.
She moaned, and groaned, and squealed. He relished every scream from her lips, whether it was biting her neck, or twisting her nipples, or even pinching her clit. She dripped from his fingers.
She gripped him hard before feeling her melt onto him. He thrust thrice before spilling into her.
“Another round, Romilda?”
“Hell Yes, another!”
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brava!
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I had fun writing this one.
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