Fic: Quickie (Harry/Parvati)
Title: Quickie
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Parvati
Rating: Adult
Summary: They can only squeeze in rapid liaisons between their hectic work schedules.
Word Count: 470
A/N: For my Quick Fic challenge
lightofdaye’s prompt: They can only squeeze in rapid liaisons between their hectic work schedules.
There’s a meeting at one, another at two, and a witness statement to take in the middle. All morning has been nothing but reading reports, following up on statements, and reviewing new recruits for their weekly pep talk slash this might not be the right fit for you sessions. Harry’s already knackered, and he doesn’t have time to even take a real lunch. Instead, he’s sneaking into the women’s loo on level six closest to the Apparition Test Centre because it’s usually deserted at lunch time, especially this time of year.
Parvati’s already waiting for him, and she stops pretending to be checking her make-up when she sees him. “I have a meeting with a client in twenty minutes,” she says, not giving him time to answer before she’s kissing him.
Harry walks her backwards into one of the stalls, just in case, and pushes her robes up so he can touch her. She’s got his robes open and his cock out before he can even touch her knickers, and she smirks at him when he arches a brow. “Didn’t realize it was a race,” he mutters, smiling when she laughs. She isn’t laughing when he tugs her knickers to the side and strokes her cunt, though. Then it’s him smirking down at her.
“I don’t know if I’m going to remember how to do this in a real bed,” she admits, rubbing her thumb over the head of his cock. “How long’s it been since we’ve had sex like normal people?”
“This is probably normal for busy people,” he tells her. “And I doubt you’ll have any trouble remembering. It’s like riding a broom, isn’t it?”
“Cheeky prat. A really thick broom, maybe.” Parvati shifts and rolls her hips, her slick coating his fingers. “I’m ready. Fuck me now.”
“So demanding.” He wipes his wet fingers on his robes before he grips her arse and lifts her, balancing her between him and the side of the stall. She wraps her legs around him, reaching down to hold his cock as she slides down on it. He kisses her before she can moan, knowing how vocal she can be and not wanting to risk someone hearing and investigating.
The stall shakes behind her as he fucks into her, but it’s sturdy enough that he’s not that concerned. She’s pulling his hair and rolling her hips, bouncing down on him with enough force that he almost drops her once. She laughs against his lips when he stumbles, and that earns her a swat to her arse that makes her kiss him again. They don’t have much time, never seem to these days as her business takes off and he continues being given more responsibilities, but they find time for each other, even if it’s just a quickie in the Ministry loo.
End
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Parvati
Rating: Adult
Summary: They can only squeeze in rapid liaisons between their hectic work schedules.
Word Count: 470
A/N: For my Quick Fic challenge
lightofdaye’s prompt: They can only squeeze in rapid liaisons between their hectic work schedules.
There’s a meeting at one, another at two, and a witness statement to take in the middle. All morning has been nothing but reading reports, following up on statements, and reviewing new recruits for their weekly pep talk slash this might not be the right fit for you sessions. Harry’s already knackered, and he doesn’t have time to even take a real lunch. Instead, he’s sneaking into the women’s loo on level six closest to the Apparition Test Centre because it’s usually deserted at lunch time, especially this time of year.
Parvati’s already waiting for him, and she stops pretending to be checking her make-up when she sees him. “I have a meeting with a client in twenty minutes,” she says, not giving him time to answer before she’s kissing him.
Harry walks her backwards into one of the stalls, just in case, and pushes her robes up so he can touch her. She’s got his robes open and his cock out before he can even touch her knickers, and she smirks at him when he arches a brow. “Didn’t realize it was a race,” he mutters, smiling when she laughs. She isn’t laughing when he tugs her knickers to the side and strokes her cunt, though. Then it’s him smirking down at her.
“I don’t know if I’m going to remember how to do this in a real bed,” she admits, rubbing her thumb over the head of his cock. “How long’s it been since we’ve had sex like normal people?”
“This is probably normal for busy people,” he tells her. “And I doubt you’ll have any trouble remembering. It’s like riding a broom, isn’t it?”
“Cheeky prat. A really thick broom, maybe.” Parvati shifts and rolls her hips, her slick coating his fingers. “I’m ready. Fuck me now.”
“So demanding.” He wipes his wet fingers on his robes before he grips her arse and lifts her, balancing her between him and the side of the stall. She wraps her legs around him, reaching down to hold his cock as she slides down on it. He kisses her before she can moan, knowing how vocal she can be and not wanting to risk someone hearing and investigating.
The stall shakes behind her as he fucks into her, but it’s sturdy enough that he’s not that concerned. She’s pulling his hair and rolling her hips, bouncing down on him with enough force that he almost drops her once. She laughs against his lips when he stumbles, and that earns her a swat to her arse that makes her kiss him again. They don’t have much time, never seem to these days as her business takes off and he continues being given more responsibilities, but they find time for each other, even if it’s just a quickie in the Ministry loo.
End