Happy Birthday, Cloverdew
Title: The Good Part
Author: Inspire inspired_ideas
Word Count: ~700
Pairing: Reed Bradley / Mandy Brocklehurst
Disclaimer: I’m not JKR and I’m not making money off her.
Warnings/Rating: Non-graphic sensuality / PG-13
Written For: Birthday ficlet for cloverdew based on her Road Ahead character, Mandy rar-mandy and my Reed rar_reed.
God, he was nervous.
She was so beautiful. Just looking at her like that had his stomach in knots and his throat dry. This felt like those times before they gotten to know each other, when he’d not even been able to talk to her without his voice cracking. Just like he did then, Reed took a deep breath. He got over his nervousness enough then to talk to her. He could get over his nervousness about this too. There was no bloody way he was mental enough to let an opportunity like this pass him by even if it seemed to Reed that he still wasn’t done being surprised by his reactions to her. Every time he had gotten used to way it felt to talk to her, or be near her, or to kiss her, there was something new to be discovered that would surprise him all over again.
This time it was the sight of her lying there with her blouse unbuttoned.
His eyes drank her in. Reed knew his face was full of wonder. He’d imagined many times what Mandy might look like out of her clothes - he was an eighteen year old bloke after all - but his imagination had never been as good as this. Her soft breasts rose and fell in great waves covered only by a lacy bra. Nipples strained the fabric, still tight from the attention his thumbs had been paying them before Reed began testing new waters by slipping free one unbutton after another until the edges of her blouse fell away. He’d been better prepared for her breasts than he’d been for her belly, though. Reed had wrapped his arms around her often enough that he knew she was curvy but somehow he hadn’t translated that into how her sides would slope in at her waist and flare out into denim covered hips or how there would be a gentle rise of stomach calling him lower. Mandy’s navel just begged him to run his tongue around it. His fingers itched as they went to glide over skin, traveled down and popped the button of her denims open too before he lowered the zip just so he could see and feel the way that soft slope disappeared into flat just above her knickers.
How he had ever thought sneaking peeps at his mum’s romance novels, reading the copy of the Kama Sutra one of the blokes snuck into the dorm, or spending time lost in one of the Weasleys’ Adult Daydream Charms would prepare him for the reality of Mandy, Reed had no idea. He couldn’t help wanting to touch everywhere, taste everything, feel her against him. Why hadn’t anything he’d studied warned him how overwhelming it would be simply to be allowed to look at her? When he added in the touching and the kissing, it was a wonder he had any mind left at all. What Reed couldn’t understand was how any bloke could consider this part a chore to be gotten through to get to ‘the good part.’ Any bloke who didn’t consider this to be one hell of a good part had to be completely mental. Oh, Reed knew there were even better parts to be had eventually - he was an eighteen year old bloke with a hand after all - but Reed didn’t want to miss even one tiny bit of all the stuff came between that first soft kiss and someday making love.
Reed felt her fingers undo the last of his own buttons. He pulled his eyes and hand away from her curves long enough to shrug off his shirt. He smiled at Mandy, who wore a look of wonder on her own flushed face, before he dropped his head to once again kiss her sweet lips. He felt warmth and shivers both at the same time, inside and out, along with a driving urge to sink into her, not physically like he’d expected - not that that wasn’t there in the background, but he could ignore it in favor of all the other things he wanted - but sink inside her heart so that she could feel all the splendor of the moment that he did.
Yeah. This was definitely a good part.
Author: Inspire inspired_ideas
Word Count: ~700
Pairing: Reed Bradley / Mandy Brocklehurst
Disclaimer: I’m not JKR and I’m not making money off her.
Warnings/Rating: Non-graphic sensuality / PG-13
Written For: Birthday ficlet for cloverdew based on her Road Ahead character, Mandy rar-mandy and my Reed rar_reed.
God, he was nervous.
She was so beautiful. Just looking at her like that had his stomach in knots and his throat dry. This felt like those times before they gotten to know each other, when he’d not even been able to talk to her without his voice cracking. Just like he did then, Reed took a deep breath. He got over his nervousness enough then to talk to her. He could get over his nervousness about this too. There was no bloody way he was mental enough to let an opportunity like this pass him by even if it seemed to Reed that he still wasn’t done being surprised by his reactions to her. Every time he had gotten used to way it felt to talk to her, or be near her, or to kiss her, there was something new to be discovered that would surprise him all over again.
This time it was the sight of her lying there with her blouse unbuttoned.
His eyes drank her in. Reed knew his face was full of wonder. He’d imagined many times what Mandy might look like out of her clothes - he was an eighteen year old bloke after all - but his imagination had never been as good as this. Her soft breasts rose and fell in great waves covered only by a lacy bra. Nipples strained the fabric, still tight from the attention his thumbs had been paying them before Reed began testing new waters by slipping free one unbutton after another until the edges of her blouse fell away. He’d been better prepared for her breasts than he’d been for her belly, though. Reed had wrapped his arms around her often enough that he knew she was curvy but somehow he hadn’t translated that into how her sides would slope in at her waist and flare out into denim covered hips or how there would be a gentle rise of stomach calling him lower. Mandy’s navel just begged him to run his tongue around it. His fingers itched as they went to glide over skin, traveled down and popped the button of her denims open too before he lowered the zip just so he could see and feel the way that soft slope disappeared into flat just above her knickers.
How he had ever thought sneaking peeps at his mum’s romance novels, reading the copy of the Kama Sutra one of the blokes snuck into the dorm, or spending time lost in one of the Weasleys’ Adult Daydream Charms would prepare him for the reality of Mandy, Reed had no idea. He couldn’t help wanting to touch everywhere, taste everything, feel her against him. Why hadn’t anything he’d studied warned him how overwhelming it would be simply to be allowed to look at her? When he added in the touching and the kissing, it was a wonder he had any mind left at all. What Reed couldn’t understand was how any bloke could consider this part a chore to be gotten through to get to ‘the good part.’ Any bloke who didn’t consider this to be one hell of a good part had to be completely mental. Oh, Reed knew there were even better parts to be had eventually - he was an eighteen year old bloke with a hand after all - but Reed didn’t want to miss even one tiny bit of all the stuff came between that first soft kiss and someday making love.
Reed felt her fingers undo the last of his own buttons. He pulled his eyes and hand away from her curves long enough to shrug off his shirt. He smiled at Mandy, who wore a look of wonder on her own flushed face, before he dropped his head to once again kiss her sweet lips. He felt warmth and shivers both at the same time, inside and out, along with a driving urge to sink into her, not physically like he’d expected - not that that wasn’t there in the background, but he could ignore it in favor of all the other things he wanted - but sink inside her heart so that she could feel all the splendor of the moment that he did.
Yeah. This was definitely a good part.