FIC: "Life Less Muggle" for vividzephyr/vividescent
Recipient: Vividzephyr/Vividescent
Author: ???
Title: Life Less Muggle
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Millicent Bulstrode/Dudley Dursley, background Harry/Draco
Word Count: ~3,000
Warnings/Content Information (Highlight to View): *none *.
Summary: Dudley never expected to live in the magical world, but then there was Millicent.
Author's Notes: A million thanks to my beta and inspiration, F. And too many hugs to count to the mod for this fest and its annual festivities, and also for not killing me while waiting :D
"Ellie, let Mummy have that."
Dudley watched Millicent reach out and removed a glass bird from the grasping fist of their daughter before it could fall to the ground. Tiny fingers followed the brilliant blue and orange bird's progress upward, and the brown-haired little girl tilted her head back and back a bit further until she was forced to sit down abruptly on the green patterned wool of the carpet with an "oomph" of surprise.
Millicent reached after her belatedly to stop the fall that had already occurred. She cocked her head for a moment, then reached out to stroke their daughter's wispy brown hair with a light touch, brushing back a curl from her wide forehead. "You're all right, darling. That wasn't too bad, was it?"
"Here, let me take that." Pansy's neatly manicured hand received the emperilled decoration from Millicent's , just as Ellie's large brown eyes began to fill with tears and her rosebud lower lip began to tremble. "Theo bought it for me in Venice last month."
The wings of the bird fluttered between Pansy's thin, pale fingers. Even though he was used to it by now, Dudley still had a queer feeling in his stomach when he saw something magical or charmed, as though the rules of physics and logic were broken and could not hold, like they might all spin off into space imminently. He knew what magic was now, and how it looked, but he still startled every time he wasn't thinking.
Suppressing his thoughts about unnatural charms, not to mention small children mixed with ornamental Venetian glass begging to be destroyed, Dudley stood up from his perch on Pansy's stylish but terribly uncomfortable modern sofa and brushed his hand across his trousers, then strode forward to join the group on the carpet just as Ellie took a shuddering breath, an inevitable preparation for her famous air-raid siren screams of displeasure. She was not having an easy eighteenth month; she had two teeth coming in and had been having difficulties napping for the past fews days.
Dudley knelt down beside Millie, lowering himself until he could look their daughter in the face. "Ells, do you want to come with your Dad and play?"
She blinked at him, a fat tear rolling from her eye, then screwed up her face to howl again. Dudley wasn't sure whether to reach for her or to put his hands over his ears. When the howl surprisingly didn't come, he opened his eyes cautiously. His daughter gave him a sweetly beatific smile and reached her arms up to be held.
"Dudley." Millicent put a hand on his shoulder before he could reach for their daughter. At the same time, Greg leaned over them and easily hoisted Ellie up, her little pink skirt swinging.
"Hey, princess," he said as Ellie's face turned up to meet his. "There's cake outside."
"Cake!" Ellie said, or at least something that could possibly be interpreted as "Cake." The bubbling noises of the mixed Malfoy-Potter brood and several other children could be heard outside on the lawn, occasional shouts and whistles punctuating the general hubbub.
Greg looked down at the two parents on the carpet. "I'll take her outside for a few minutes, if that's all right."
Dudley nodded in gratitude and waved from a half-crouch as Ellie rode serenely into the garden fray on Goyle's arm. He turned and offered a hand to his wife, helping her up. They both collapsed on the sofa, holding onto the asymmetrically shaped back so as not to slide off of the pale grey leather.
Millie put her hand to her hip and rubbed. "Blast. I think I strained something. I don't know how he crawls after her all day."
Dudley leaned into the back of the sofa, his hand rising to stroke the curls on his wife's neck. She had such beautiful hair. "We're shit parents, aren't we?"
A wry grin twisted Millie's mouth, answering his query. "I'm beginning to think all parents start out as shit parents. Thank Merlin we have Goyle."
"Yes, we couldn't have done it without him. Although I'm willing to concede you did a lot of the work as well." Millie pressed her lips together in a smile and rolled her eyes heavenward, perhaps remembering the thirty-six hours of labour it had taken to bring Eleanor Frances Victoria Petunia Dursley-Bulstrode into the world.
When Millie had told first Dudley she was pregnant, he'd almost passed out and had had to sit with his head between his knees for almost half an hour while Millie laughed. Truth be told, he'd had gone into a state of shock for weeks. He was delirious happy on the one hand, and at the same time he had no idea how to make everything work out. He knew he loved Millie and he could not be more excited about having a child with her, but their worlds were so different it was almost unimaginable that they could be combined.
That, however, was helped along by a security detail and a bit of news exposure. Millie's work prosecuting the Carrows before the Wizengamot had necessitated a twenty-four hour Auror guard and any pretense of secrecy they had preserved about the fact that Harry Potter's Muggle cousin was shagging the Wizengamot's top young barrister was shattered when Dudley was caught bringing three dozen roses to her flat. And then someone had leaked a photo to the Prophet.
After the trial had concluded, Millicent and Dudley had made the decision to move in together and share a flat in Islington. They had refused to get married until her parents accepted their relationship; needless to say they were still waiting, although not with bated breath. Dudley's work with Sky TV had taken off, with no little thanks to his connections from Smeltings, and he was now at the executive level in sport programming. Millie had continued to prosecute Death Eaters and criminal cases and recently took silk as the youngest Magical Counsel in generations.
When they had asked their friends for help finding a nanny for the baby who could also serve as bodyguard, Greg had stepped forward. At first, Dudley had thought the idea ludicrous, even more ludicrous than the bat-eared freakish "elves" Millie smuggled into their flat when she thought he wasn't looking to help with the housework. The first time Dudley had come face-to-face with one cleaning their bath, he'd shrieked and thrown a bottle of Molton Brown body wash at it. Millie had not been best pleased, to say the least. Neither had the elf.
Although Dudley had enjoyed conversations with Greg and privately thought him the most normal of Millie's and his cousin's friends, at first he couldn't think of him as a nanny, of all things, even if having hulking male nannies was some odd wizarding tradition that was millenia old and dated from the Witch of Endor's child-minding arrangements. But now he couldn't imagine their odd mixed "Muggle"/magical household without Goyle.
Millie shifted next to him on the sofa, a small smile on her face. Her knee rubbed against his playfully. "Is it too early to have a drink?"
Dudley smiled back, momentarily lost in the shine of the June sunlight on Millicent's glossy hair and the look of mischief on her face. "At a children's party? I've been gagging for a drink since we arrived."
When Millie snapped her fingers, one of the small elves dressed in rags appeared. Dudley willed himself not to flinch as Millie cast him a reassuring smile over her shoulder before turning back to the small, odd figure. "Tippee, would you please bring us a whisky and soda and a pomegranate cordial."
With a quick nod, the strange, bat-eared figure disappeared and reappeared almost immediately. Dudley looked through the French doors to the lawn beyond, where several small blond, dark and red heads could be seen running around excitedly while taller figures stood on the perimeter. If he focused on the scene outdoors, he could almost ignore the disappearing and reappearing elf.
A cold glass touched his skin and he jumped a little. Millie placed a wide glass of amber whisky and ice cubes into his hand. "Your drink, sir."
He took it from her and held it up with a flourish. "Here's to us and our shit parenting skills."
"And our beautiful daughter who seems to be fine despite us." Millicent raised her glass to meet his.
They clinked their glasses together and drank. A bead of red pooled at the corner of Millie's lips, and her tongue darted out to gather it. Dudley paused, glass halfway to his lips, mouth open. Heat pooled in his groin.
"I think that's Greg's fault," Dudley said, more huskily than he expected. The neckline of Millie's claret coloured tunic had slipped low across her breasts, partially revealing the curve of one soft globe.
"My face is up here, Dudley." He could hear the laugh in her voice, and the warmth of his name. "Not that I mind."
Dudley took a hasty swallow of his drink, trying not to flush. They'd been together for four years, since a fateful snog at a pub evening with Harry's crowd that Dudley had happened into, just after Draco and Harry had started dating, and she still had this effect on him. Every time. He remembered standing in the dark hallway of the pub leading to the loo, having her brush against him and then lean in to kiss him, opening her mouth to his, and his speechless sense of wonder. Every time.
"How long should we..." He let the question trail off into the growing warmth between then, knowing he didn't need to complete the thought.
Dudley watched as Millicent drained her cordial in one long swallow, then daubed at her mouth delicately with a lace-edged handkerchief. Tucking it into the small beaded bag next to her, she turned back to him with a lazy smile. Her stockinged foot slipped out of her sensibly heeled shoe and stroked at the back of his calf. He inhaled suddenly, almost choking on a mouthful of whisky.
She licked her lips suggestively, then frowned with concentration, looking through to the garden beyond. Harry had Scorpius on his shoulders and James and Albus were running around him in circles. Pansy and Theo were on the edge, laughing, and Greg was holding Ellie, who was straining to get down into the fray. "I think Greg has everything under control."
Dudley leaned in to stroke the line of her jaw with his thumb, mouth opening involuntarily in anticipation. His voice rasped in his throat when he was able to speak. "Will we be missed?"
"Not for a while." She looked up at him, eyes dark, and claimed his mouth with her own.
* * * * * * * *
They fell through the Floo into the hallway, grappling at each other's clothing.
"We can't leave clothes here," Millicent said, bracing herself with one arm against the wall as Dudley took off her top and let it fall to the floor. "What will Ellie and Greg think?"
Dudley didn't care, but he picked it up anyway. He nuzzled her neck and slapped her lightly on her lovely, ample bottom. "Upstairs then."
He followed her up the entryway stairs to their bedroom, trailing just behind her as she ran laughing before him. She fell to the bed, then rolled over, lifting herself up on her elbows. Her dark nipples strained the thin cotton lawn of her camisole.
Wordlessly, he knelt before her, gently removing each stocking and stroking the arch of her foot with his thumbs. He pressed long strokes into her feet to make her moan, and the resulting sound went straight to his dick. With his hands still on her feet, he nuzzled at her thighs through her black trousers, kissing and breathing and teasing.
She pushed his head away with one hand and he sat back on his heels. Arching her back, she squirmed her hips to slide her trousers and knickers to the floor. Dudley went forward again on his knees, between her spread thighs, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder, then the other. When he delayed for a moment, she curled her neck to look up at him. "What?"
"You are so fucking beautiful," he said, sliding his hands underneath her bum.
She crossed her ankles behind his neck, pulling his head closer. "Mmmm. Lovely. Now suck me."
His mouth descended and he lost himself in the musky warmth and slick wetness of her cunt, his tongue tracing the hidden anatomy of her pleasure. She moaned and thrust her hips into his face, panting, as he teased and licked and sucked, circling and then pulling off slightly, bringing her closer and closer to her peak.
"Don't." He was momentarily confused when she twisted her hips to the side, moving away from his sodden mouth and chin. "I want to come with you fucking me."
Dudley grinned and gently set her legs down. Standing up, he wiped a careless hand across his mouth as he took in the debauched gorgeousness before him. Millicent's hair had come loose and was dark across her shoulders and the wine-coloured coverlet. Her nipples were peaked and her face was deeply flushed. "How would you like it, milady?"
In answer, she rolled over and stuck her arse in the air. "Oh, I don't know. From behind, perhaps?" He could hear the laughter in her airy tone. And the challenge. The back of his neck prickled and his cock filled even further. He pressed a hand against it, biting his lip at the pleasure of it.
"Budge up." Dudley circled a hand on the base of her spine, then moved to fill the space she left him. It was awkward to get up onto the bed and lose his trousers at the same time. He ended up with one leg around his ankle, which it took a bit more effort to kick off. Millicent smiled and then he was on his knees, the ruddy tip of his cock dripping and close, so close to her skin.
When she reached back and stroked the wet, swollen crown, he groaned, his hips stuttering toward her. She guided him into her, lining him up, and then he pushed forward, losing himself in the all-encompassing heat of her.
For a few moments, he worried that he couldn't find his balance and then shifted, moving with the liquid warmth of Millicent's body and the guide of her hips. And then they found their rhythm and it didn't matter, Millicent bracing herself against the headboard as Dudley grasped her hips, his own hips keeping a steady stroke as his heart climbed into his throat and his breath caught.
Millicent snaked a hand down between her thighs to touch herself, and Dudley reached forward, grasping a nipple and rocking to keep his balance. She arched her back, little huffs of breath escaping her lips as he thrust into her and her hand circled faster and faster between her legs. She cried out, a long low keen, and her body contracted around him in shuddering waves that raised gooseflesh on his arms.
He let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. At the wriggle of Millicent's hips encouraging him, Dudley resumed his pace, one hand in her hair, the other on her hip, his body stretching like bow into her. She moved with him, more leisurely now that her own pleasure was reached. Something caught and an ache blossomed in his body, tightening until he couldn't breathe for thrusting and reaching and thrusting and reaching until he missed it entirely and fell into gasping release.
Dudley moved up to lie flush against Millicent, pulling her close to cradle her against his chest. They curled into each other, sweating and panting and sated and musky with sex. The air coursed over Dudley's skin, cold where it was exposed and warm where she lay touching him. Even breath was precious next to her.
"Dudley," she asked sometime later, when the shadows had lengthened.
He woke from his lazing slowly. "Mmmmm?"
"How do you feel about asking our parents to attend a christening?"
Dudley blinked in the late afternoon shadows, trying to reconcile the words with his deep sense of peace. "Come again?"
Millicent turned to face him, her expression hesitant. "I mean, do you think they might acknowledge the next baby?"
His mouth dropped open in a silent "oh," hand reaching automatically to stroke her soft, lightly rounded belly. "Really?"
She pressed her hand over his, smiling. "Yes. Really."
And the happiness of his world, which had never been incomplete, was suddenly more complete than he knew was possible. Dudley smiled back at her, his hand moving over her skin. "I think they should definitely be asked. But who gives a toss what they say."
He pulled her close carefully as though she were made of glass, hand still stroking over her abdomen.
“We’ll make do,” Millicent said softly. “We always do.”
“We’ll do better than that.” Dudley nuzzled her hair. “We always do.”
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Author: ???
Title: Life Less Muggle
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Millicent Bulstrode/Dudley Dursley, background Harry/Draco
Word Count: ~3,000
Warnings/Content Information (Highlight to View): *none *.
Summary: Dudley never expected to live in the magical world, but then there was Millicent.
Author's Notes: A million thanks to my beta and inspiration, F. And too many hugs to count to the mod for this fest and its annual festivities, and also for not killing me while waiting :D
"Ellie, let Mummy have that."
Dudley watched Millicent reach out and removed a glass bird from the grasping fist of their daughter before it could fall to the ground. Tiny fingers followed the brilliant blue and orange bird's progress upward, and the brown-haired little girl tilted her head back and back a bit further until she was forced to sit down abruptly on the green patterned wool of the carpet with an "oomph" of surprise.
Millicent reached after her belatedly to stop the fall that had already occurred. She cocked her head for a moment, then reached out to stroke their daughter's wispy brown hair with a light touch, brushing back a curl from her wide forehead. "You're all right, darling. That wasn't too bad, was it?"
"Here, let me take that." Pansy's neatly manicured hand received the emperilled decoration from Millicent's , just as Ellie's large brown eyes began to fill with tears and her rosebud lower lip began to tremble. "Theo bought it for me in Venice last month."
The wings of the bird fluttered between Pansy's thin, pale fingers. Even though he was used to it by now, Dudley still had a queer feeling in his stomach when he saw something magical or charmed, as though the rules of physics and logic were broken and could not hold, like they might all spin off into space imminently. He knew what magic was now, and how it looked, but he still startled every time he wasn't thinking.
Suppressing his thoughts about unnatural charms, not to mention small children mixed with ornamental Venetian glass begging to be destroyed, Dudley stood up from his perch on Pansy's stylish but terribly uncomfortable modern sofa and brushed his hand across his trousers, then strode forward to join the group on the carpet just as Ellie took a shuddering breath, an inevitable preparation for her famous air-raid siren screams of displeasure. She was not having an easy eighteenth month; she had two teeth coming in and had been having difficulties napping for the past fews days.
Dudley knelt down beside Millie, lowering himself until he could look their daughter in the face. "Ells, do you want to come with your Dad and play?"
She blinked at him, a fat tear rolling from her eye, then screwed up her face to howl again. Dudley wasn't sure whether to reach for her or to put his hands over his ears. When the howl surprisingly didn't come, he opened his eyes cautiously. His daughter gave him a sweetly beatific smile and reached her arms up to be held.
"Dudley." Millicent put a hand on his shoulder before he could reach for their daughter. At the same time, Greg leaned over them and easily hoisted Ellie up, her little pink skirt swinging.
"Hey, princess," he said as Ellie's face turned up to meet his. "There's cake outside."
"Cake!" Ellie said, or at least something that could possibly be interpreted as "Cake." The bubbling noises of the mixed Malfoy-Potter brood and several other children could be heard outside on the lawn, occasional shouts and whistles punctuating the general hubbub.
Greg looked down at the two parents on the carpet. "I'll take her outside for a few minutes, if that's all right."
Dudley nodded in gratitude and waved from a half-crouch as Ellie rode serenely into the garden fray on Goyle's arm. He turned and offered a hand to his wife, helping her up. They both collapsed on the sofa, holding onto the asymmetrically shaped back so as not to slide off of the pale grey leather.
Millie put her hand to her hip and rubbed. "Blast. I think I strained something. I don't know how he crawls after her all day."
Dudley leaned into the back of the sofa, his hand rising to stroke the curls on his wife's neck. She had such beautiful hair. "We're shit parents, aren't we?"
A wry grin twisted Millie's mouth, answering his query. "I'm beginning to think all parents start out as shit parents. Thank Merlin we have Goyle."
"Yes, we couldn't have done it without him. Although I'm willing to concede you did a lot of the work as well." Millie pressed her lips together in a smile and rolled her eyes heavenward, perhaps remembering the thirty-six hours of labour it had taken to bring Eleanor Frances Victoria Petunia Dursley-Bulstrode into the world.
When Millie had told first Dudley she was pregnant, he'd almost passed out and had had to sit with his head between his knees for almost half an hour while Millie laughed. Truth be told, he'd had gone into a state of shock for weeks. He was delirious happy on the one hand, and at the same time he had no idea how to make everything work out. He knew he loved Millie and he could not be more excited about having a child with her, but their worlds were so different it was almost unimaginable that they could be combined.
That, however, was helped along by a security detail and a bit of news exposure. Millie's work prosecuting the Carrows before the Wizengamot had necessitated a twenty-four hour Auror guard and any pretense of secrecy they had preserved about the fact that Harry Potter's Muggle cousin was shagging the Wizengamot's top young barrister was shattered when Dudley was caught bringing three dozen roses to her flat. And then someone had leaked a photo to the Prophet.
After the trial had concluded, Millicent and Dudley had made the decision to move in together and share a flat in Islington. They had refused to get married until her parents accepted their relationship; needless to say they were still waiting, although not with bated breath. Dudley's work with Sky TV had taken off, with no little thanks to his connections from Smeltings, and he was now at the executive level in sport programming. Millie had continued to prosecute Death Eaters and criminal cases and recently took silk as the youngest Magical Counsel in generations.
When they had asked their friends for help finding a nanny for the baby who could also serve as bodyguard, Greg had stepped forward. At first, Dudley had thought the idea ludicrous, even more ludicrous than the bat-eared freakish "elves" Millie smuggled into their flat when she thought he wasn't looking to help with the housework. The first time Dudley had come face-to-face with one cleaning their bath, he'd shrieked and thrown a bottle of Molton Brown body wash at it. Millie had not been best pleased, to say the least. Neither had the elf.
Although Dudley had enjoyed conversations with Greg and privately thought him the most normal of Millie's and his cousin's friends, at first he couldn't think of him as a nanny, of all things, even if having hulking male nannies was some odd wizarding tradition that was millenia old and dated from the Witch of Endor's child-minding arrangements. But now he couldn't imagine their odd mixed "Muggle"/magical household without Goyle.
Millie shifted next to him on the sofa, a small smile on her face. Her knee rubbed against his playfully. "Is it too early to have a drink?"
Dudley smiled back, momentarily lost in the shine of the June sunlight on Millicent's glossy hair and the look of mischief on her face. "At a children's party? I've been gagging for a drink since we arrived."
When Millie snapped her fingers, one of the small elves dressed in rags appeared. Dudley willed himself not to flinch as Millie cast him a reassuring smile over her shoulder before turning back to the small, odd figure. "Tippee, would you please bring us a whisky and soda and a pomegranate cordial."
With a quick nod, the strange, bat-eared figure disappeared and reappeared almost immediately. Dudley looked through the French doors to the lawn beyond, where several small blond, dark and red heads could be seen running around excitedly while taller figures stood on the perimeter. If he focused on the scene outdoors, he could almost ignore the disappearing and reappearing elf.
A cold glass touched his skin and he jumped a little. Millie placed a wide glass of amber whisky and ice cubes into his hand. "Your drink, sir."
He took it from her and held it up with a flourish. "Here's to us and our shit parenting skills."
"And our beautiful daughter who seems to be fine despite us." Millicent raised her glass to meet his.
They clinked their glasses together and drank. A bead of red pooled at the corner of Millie's lips, and her tongue darted out to gather it. Dudley paused, glass halfway to his lips, mouth open. Heat pooled in his groin.
"I think that's Greg's fault," Dudley said, more huskily than he expected. The neckline of Millie's claret coloured tunic had slipped low across her breasts, partially revealing the curve of one soft globe.
"My face is up here, Dudley." He could hear the laugh in her voice, and the warmth of his name. "Not that I mind."
Dudley took a hasty swallow of his drink, trying not to flush. They'd been together for four years, since a fateful snog at a pub evening with Harry's crowd that Dudley had happened into, just after Draco and Harry had started dating, and she still had this effect on him. Every time. He remembered standing in the dark hallway of the pub leading to the loo, having her brush against him and then lean in to kiss him, opening her mouth to his, and his speechless sense of wonder. Every time.
"How long should we..." He let the question trail off into the growing warmth between then, knowing he didn't need to complete the thought.
Dudley watched as Millicent drained her cordial in one long swallow, then daubed at her mouth delicately with a lace-edged handkerchief. Tucking it into the small beaded bag next to her, she turned back to him with a lazy smile. Her stockinged foot slipped out of her sensibly heeled shoe and stroked at the back of his calf. He inhaled suddenly, almost choking on a mouthful of whisky.
She licked her lips suggestively, then frowned with concentration, looking through to the garden beyond. Harry had Scorpius on his shoulders and James and Albus were running around him in circles. Pansy and Theo were on the edge, laughing, and Greg was holding Ellie, who was straining to get down into the fray. "I think Greg has everything under control."
Dudley leaned in to stroke the line of her jaw with his thumb, mouth opening involuntarily in anticipation. His voice rasped in his throat when he was able to speak. "Will we be missed?"
"Not for a while." She looked up at him, eyes dark, and claimed his mouth with her own.
* * * * * * * *
They fell through the Floo into the hallway, grappling at each other's clothing.
"We can't leave clothes here," Millicent said, bracing herself with one arm against the wall as Dudley took off her top and let it fall to the floor. "What will Ellie and Greg think?"
Dudley didn't care, but he picked it up anyway. He nuzzled her neck and slapped her lightly on her lovely, ample bottom. "Upstairs then."
He followed her up the entryway stairs to their bedroom, trailing just behind her as she ran laughing before him. She fell to the bed, then rolled over, lifting herself up on her elbows. Her dark nipples strained the thin cotton lawn of her camisole.
Wordlessly, he knelt before her, gently removing each stocking and stroking the arch of her foot with his thumbs. He pressed long strokes into her feet to make her moan, and the resulting sound went straight to his dick. With his hands still on her feet, he nuzzled at her thighs through her black trousers, kissing and breathing and teasing.
She pushed his head away with one hand and he sat back on his heels. Arching her back, she squirmed her hips to slide her trousers and knickers to the floor. Dudley went forward again on his knees, between her spread thighs, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder, then the other. When he delayed for a moment, she curled her neck to look up at him. "What?"
"You are so fucking beautiful," he said, sliding his hands underneath her bum.
She crossed her ankles behind his neck, pulling his head closer. "Mmmm. Lovely. Now suck me."
His mouth descended and he lost himself in the musky warmth and slick wetness of her cunt, his tongue tracing the hidden anatomy of her pleasure. She moaned and thrust her hips into his face, panting, as he teased and licked and sucked, circling and then pulling off slightly, bringing her closer and closer to her peak.
"Don't." He was momentarily confused when she twisted her hips to the side, moving away from his sodden mouth and chin. "I want to come with you fucking me."
Dudley grinned and gently set her legs down. Standing up, he wiped a careless hand across his mouth as he took in the debauched gorgeousness before him. Millicent's hair had come loose and was dark across her shoulders and the wine-coloured coverlet. Her nipples were peaked and her face was deeply flushed. "How would you like it, milady?"
In answer, she rolled over and stuck her arse in the air. "Oh, I don't know. From behind, perhaps?" He could hear the laughter in her airy tone. And the challenge. The back of his neck prickled and his cock filled even further. He pressed a hand against it, biting his lip at the pleasure of it.
"Budge up." Dudley circled a hand on the base of her spine, then moved to fill the space she left him. It was awkward to get up onto the bed and lose his trousers at the same time. He ended up with one leg around his ankle, which it took a bit more effort to kick off. Millicent smiled and then he was on his knees, the ruddy tip of his cock dripping and close, so close to her skin.
When she reached back and stroked the wet, swollen crown, he groaned, his hips stuttering toward her. She guided him into her, lining him up, and then he pushed forward, losing himself in the all-encompassing heat of her.
For a few moments, he worried that he couldn't find his balance and then shifted, moving with the liquid warmth of Millicent's body and the guide of her hips. And then they found their rhythm and it didn't matter, Millicent bracing herself against the headboard as Dudley grasped her hips, his own hips keeping a steady stroke as his heart climbed into his throat and his breath caught.
Millicent snaked a hand down between her thighs to touch herself, and Dudley reached forward, grasping a nipple and rocking to keep his balance. She arched her back, little huffs of breath escaping her lips as he thrust into her and her hand circled faster and faster between her legs. She cried out, a long low keen, and her body contracted around him in shuddering waves that raised gooseflesh on his arms.
He let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. At the wriggle of Millicent's hips encouraging him, Dudley resumed his pace, one hand in her hair, the other on her hip, his body stretching like bow into her. She moved with him, more leisurely now that her own pleasure was reached. Something caught and an ache blossomed in his body, tightening until he couldn't breathe for thrusting and reaching and thrusting and reaching until he missed it entirely and fell into gasping release.
Dudley moved up to lie flush against Millicent, pulling her close to cradle her against his chest. They curled into each other, sweating and panting and sated and musky with sex. The air coursed over Dudley's skin, cold where it was exposed and warm where she lay touching him. Even breath was precious next to her.
"Dudley," she asked sometime later, when the shadows had lengthened.
He woke from his lazing slowly. "Mmmmm?"
"How do you feel about asking our parents to attend a christening?"
Dudley blinked in the late afternoon shadows, trying to reconcile the words with his deep sense of peace. "Come again?"
Millicent turned to face him, her expression hesitant. "I mean, do you think they might acknowledge the next baby?"
His mouth dropped open in a silent "oh," hand reaching automatically to stroke her soft, lightly rounded belly. "Really?"
She pressed her hand over his, smiling. "Yes. Really."
And the happiness of his world, which had never been incomplete, was suddenly more complete than he knew was possible. Dudley smiled back at her, his hand moving over her skin. "I think they should definitely be asked. But who gives a toss what they say."
He pulled her close carefully as though she were made of glass, hand still stroking over her abdomen.
“We’ll make do,” Millicent said softly. “We always do.”
“We’ll do better than that.” Dudley nuzzled her hair. “We always do.”
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