Clotted Cream and Hexagons (PG-13; Michael/Susan)
Okay, this was going to be a lot dirtier than it ended up being. I don't seem to be able to write smut anymore. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
Title: Clotted Cream and Hexagons
Date/Challenge: May contest at 30_hath - Guilty Pleasures
Character/Pairing: Michael Corner/Susan Bones
Rating: R
Word Count: 902
The day Michael Corner discovered he liked the taste of Susan Bone’s skin was not the most auspicious of days. It had only been some innocent flirtation that got them into the situation in the first place. When he wiped some clotted cream on the back of her hand, he expected her to throw a scone at him or, at the very worst, stomp off to clean up in the washroom.
She stuck out her hand and demanded he clean it off. In a fit of rebellion, Michael thought about refusing when the perfect solution came to him. Taking a firm grip on her wrist so she couldn’t pull away in disgust, he took a swipe at the cream with his tongue. It took three licks before it was clean but he had one more go at it because she hadn’t flinched. For some reason, he wanted her to do something. Just what that was, he didn’t know.
When he finally looked up to see how she was taking this joke, a warm sense of accomplishment filled him. Her eyes were as big as saucers. Even though she hadn’t flinched, it suddenly registered that her hand was shaking slightly
“That’ll teach you,” he said, barely noticing that his voice cracked most unbecomingly.
Still she was silent. As he watched, her tongue came out to run along her lips as if she was cleaning them off. It confused him because they’d been fairly clean already. He watched intently as she dipped her finger into the cream container again and smeared more of it on the hand he was still holding.
“Do that again,” she commanded in that haughty “princess” voice she used around him. Normally it made him contrary, but he’d gone right ahead and done her bidding as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. This time when he was done, he licked off her finger. Her eyes were no longer wide but barely open as if the room was too bright.
“Learned your lesson yet?” he asked after clearing his throat a couple of times. Breathing was becoming difficult and he’d considered briefly that he might be allergic to clotted cream.
She shook her head but he dropped her hand as she started to reach for the cream jar again. This time, he’d realized that it wasn't the clotted cream he wanted to lick. He just wanted to lick her warm skin. It seemed to taste better without anything on it. Just smooth skin as far as his tongue could reach. When he realized he’d let go of his one chance to get that taste, he tried to rectify his mistake but she stepped away.
“Susan?” There was a question there. He just wasn’t sure what he was asking. It made him feel better that she looked as confused as he felt.
She shook her head. “Do you realize we’re supposed to be calmly drinking our tea in front of the fire? This is the Common Room, Michael. Any minute now, a Hufflepuff could walk in and wonder why we don’t seem to have any more tea and our scones only half eaten.”
His sixteen-year old brain was suddenly alive with the possibilities. Not of being caught. That was bad. Very bad. No, they needed to find a place where no one cared if he licked cream off Susan’s skin or if she was to, for instance, let him take off the jumper to see the pale skin he knew was underneath. He’s seen it once when…
“Michael! Pay attention!”
“Sorry. I was thinking of-“
“You were fantasizing about clotted cream.”
He grinned, always happy when he could prove her wrong. “Nope. Not clotted cream. This.” The material didn’t slide easy but he was able to unearth a section of skin he’d never seen in while studying with her. For some reason, she dressed very warmly when they studied. Almost as if she knew he’d like the hunt. It was worth it when he discovered this treasure. A wealth of freckles lined her shoulder. The strap of her-
“You guys done with tea? Can I have that scone?”
Michael didn’t drop his hand and he didn’t sit back in the chair. Instead, he froze as if he hoped that Ernie would lose interest in them and walk away. Considering there was food nearby, that thesis wasn’t likely.
Sure enough, Ernie wasn’t going to be deterred by these badger techniques. He’d sniffed out food. “Got anymore cream?” he asked, pouting when Susan pulled the jar away from him. “You can’t expect me to eat a scone without cream. That’s horrible.”
“Ernie,” Susan said through clenched teeth, “if you want the scone, you will take it and walk away. Now. And you won’t say a word about this to anyone.”
“About what?” Ernie asked, his mouth full.
“Walk away, Ernie Macmillan, or you’re a dead man.”
Michael had to grin as he watched Susan’s expression turn flinty. He wouldn’t have been able to do anything but walk away if it had been directed at him. Instead, he got to sit here tracing the pattern the freckles on her skin. They were almost a perfect hexagon. Ernie, the smart boy that he turned out to be, left the room and Michael took the opportunity to lean forward and lick the geometric figure. It was the best mathematical plot he’d ever tasted.
Title: Clotted Cream and Hexagons
Date/Challenge: May contest at 30_hath - Guilty Pleasures
Character/Pairing: Michael Corner/Susan Bones
Rating: R
Word Count: 902
The day Michael Corner discovered he liked the taste of Susan Bone’s skin was not the most auspicious of days. It had only been some innocent flirtation that got them into the situation in the first place. When he wiped some clotted cream on the back of her hand, he expected her to throw a scone at him or, at the very worst, stomp off to clean up in the washroom.
She stuck out her hand and demanded he clean it off. In a fit of rebellion, Michael thought about refusing when the perfect solution came to him. Taking a firm grip on her wrist so she couldn’t pull away in disgust, he took a swipe at the cream with his tongue. It took three licks before it was clean but he had one more go at it because she hadn’t flinched. For some reason, he wanted her to do something. Just what that was, he didn’t know.
When he finally looked up to see how she was taking this joke, a warm sense of accomplishment filled him. Her eyes were as big as saucers. Even though she hadn’t flinched, it suddenly registered that her hand was shaking slightly
“That’ll teach you,” he said, barely noticing that his voice cracked most unbecomingly.
Still she was silent. As he watched, her tongue came out to run along her lips as if she was cleaning them off. It confused him because they’d been fairly clean already. He watched intently as she dipped her finger into the cream container again and smeared more of it on the hand he was still holding.
“Do that again,” she commanded in that haughty “princess” voice she used around him. Normally it made him contrary, but he’d gone right ahead and done her bidding as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. This time when he was done, he licked off her finger. Her eyes were no longer wide but barely open as if the room was too bright.
“Learned your lesson yet?” he asked after clearing his throat a couple of times. Breathing was becoming difficult and he’d considered briefly that he might be allergic to clotted cream.
She shook her head but he dropped her hand as she started to reach for the cream jar again. This time, he’d realized that it wasn't the clotted cream he wanted to lick. He just wanted to lick her warm skin. It seemed to taste better without anything on it. Just smooth skin as far as his tongue could reach. When he realized he’d let go of his one chance to get that taste, he tried to rectify his mistake but she stepped away.
“Susan?” There was a question there. He just wasn’t sure what he was asking. It made him feel better that she looked as confused as he felt.
She shook her head. “Do you realize we’re supposed to be calmly drinking our tea in front of the fire? This is the Common Room, Michael. Any minute now, a Hufflepuff could walk in and wonder why we don’t seem to have any more tea and our scones only half eaten.”
His sixteen-year old brain was suddenly alive with the possibilities. Not of being caught. That was bad. Very bad. No, they needed to find a place where no one cared if he licked cream off Susan’s skin or if she was to, for instance, let him take off the jumper to see the pale skin he knew was underneath. He’s seen it once when…
“Michael! Pay attention!”
“Sorry. I was thinking of-“
“You were fantasizing about clotted cream.”
He grinned, always happy when he could prove her wrong. “Nope. Not clotted cream. This.” The material didn’t slide easy but he was able to unearth a section of skin he’d never seen in while studying with her. For some reason, she dressed very warmly when they studied. Almost as if she knew he’d like the hunt. It was worth it when he discovered this treasure. A wealth of freckles lined her shoulder. The strap of her-
“You guys done with tea? Can I have that scone?”
Michael didn’t drop his hand and he didn’t sit back in the chair. Instead, he froze as if he hoped that Ernie would lose interest in them and walk away. Considering there was food nearby, that thesis wasn’t likely.
Sure enough, Ernie wasn’t going to be deterred by these badger techniques. He’d sniffed out food. “Got anymore cream?” he asked, pouting when Susan pulled the jar away from him. “You can’t expect me to eat a scone without cream. That’s horrible.”
“Ernie,” Susan said through clenched teeth, “if you want the scone, you will take it and walk away. Now. And you won’t say a word about this to anyone.”
“About what?” Ernie asked, his mouth full.
“Walk away, Ernie Macmillan, or you’re a dead man.”
Michael had to grin as he watched Susan’s expression turn flinty. He wouldn’t have been able to do anything but walk away if it had been directed at him. Instead, he got to sit here tracing the pattern the freckles on her skin. They were almost a perfect hexagon. Ernie, the smart boy that he turned out to be, left the room and Michael took the opportunity to lean forward and lick the geometric figure. It was the best mathematical plot he’d ever tasted.