Fic: Stakeout (Romilda/Harry)
Title: Stakeout
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Romilda
Rating: Adult
Summary: They’re on a stakeout and Romilda’s bored.
Word Count: 400
A/N: For my Quick Fic challenge.
harry_Lover88’s prompt: handjob in a dark alley
They’re supposed to be on a stakeout, but they’ve spent hours in the alley waiting for their suspect. It smells and it’s tedious. Romilda is bored, and she doesn’t think the bloke they’re waiting for is going to arrive at all. Harry won’t call the mission yet, though, because he’s a stubborn arse. It’s really his fault that she decides to distract herself. They’re in a dark alley with a concealment charm protecting their position, and they haven’t shagged in weeks.
“Vane,” he warns when she strokes the front of his trousers. “We’re at work.”
“Are we really?” She feigns surprise as she uses two fingers to unfasten his trousers.
“Don’t,” he says, giving her a look that makes her hesitate for just a moment. However, she sees another look that doesn’t tell her no at all.
“Keep watching for the suspect, Potter. We’re on assignment, remember?” She bats her eyelashes and deliberately focuses on the area they’re watching as she moves her hand into his trousers. His cock is warm in her hand, soft but that’ll change soon. She rubs her thumb over the head and strokes her fingers down the underside, just enough to get him going.
“I’m going to get you for this.” Harry’s voice is husky, a whisper against her ear.
She smirks as she wraps her fingers around his girth and begins stroking him more intently now that he’s hard. “I’m looking forward to it,” she says, twisting her wrist on every upstroke. He’s breathing hard, and it doesn’t take long before he’s moving his hips, fucking into her hand, precome slicking the head of his cock.
When he comes, she feels sticky wet against her fingers. She keeps stroking him through his orgasm, only stopping when he grips her wrist. “Enough.”
Pulling her hand out of his trousers, she licks her fingers clean and listens to him tidy himself up. “Is that the bloke we’re waiting for?” she asks, nodding towards a man skulking around. She sucks her finger into her mouth, pulling it out with a pop when Harry walks past her to apprehend the suspect.
Ha! And he thinks she can’t do two things at once? That shows him, doesn’t it? Romilda leaves the alley and joins her partner, ready to get back to the Ministry, drop off the suspect, and then see what he has planned for her when they get home.
End
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Romilda
Rating: Adult
Summary: They’re on a stakeout and Romilda’s bored.
Word Count: 400
A/N: For my Quick Fic challenge.
harry_Lover88’s prompt: handjob in a dark alley
They’re supposed to be on a stakeout, but they’ve spent hours in the alley waiting for their suspect. It smells and it’s tedious. Romilda is bored, and she doesn’t think the bloke they’re waiting for is going to arrive at all. Harry won’t call the mission yet, though, because he’s a stubborn arse. It’s really his fault that she decides to distract herself. They’re in a dark alley with a concealment charm protecting their position, and they haven’t shagged in weeks.
“Vane,” he warns when she strokes the front of his trousers. “We’re at work.”
“Are we really?” She feigns surprise as she uses two fingers to unfasten his trousers.
“Don’t,” he says, giving her a look that makes her hesitate for just a moment. However, she sees another look that doesn’t tell her no at all.
“Keep watching for the suspect, Potter. We’re on assignment, remember?” She bats her eyelashes and deliberately focuses on the area they’re watching as she moves her hand into his trousers. His cock is warm in her hand, soft but that’ll change soon. She rubs her thumb over the head and strokes her fingers down the underside, just enough to get him going.
“I’m going to get you for this.” Harry’s voice is husky, a whisper against her ear.
She smirks as she wraps her fingers around his girth and begins stroking him more intently now that he’s hard. “I’m looking forward to it,” she says, twisting her wrist on every upstroke. He’s breathing hard, and it doesn’t take long before he’s moving his hips, fucking into her hand, precome slicking the head of his cock.
When he comes, she feels sticky wet against her fingers. She keeps stroking him through his orgasm, only stopping when he grips her wrist. “Enough.”
Pulling her hand out of his trousers, she licks her fingers clean and listens to him tidy himself up. “Is that the bloke we’re waiting for?” she asks, nodding towards a man skulking around. She sucks her finger into her mouth, pulling it out with a pop when Harry walks past her to apprehend the suspect.
Ha! And he thinks she can’t do two things at once? That shows him, doesn’t it? Romilda leaves the alley and joins her partner, ready to get back to the Ministry, drop off the suspect, and then see what he has planned for her when they get home.
End