Drabble for Elle
Title: Breaking Point
Rating: R (It's Stephen/Cassie. Need I explain more?)
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: Smuts.
Summary: There was only so much a man could take before he simply snapped. It was a miracle he'd lasted this long.
Notes:
elle_blessing requested Stephen and Cassandra (Cassandra being Cassandra Montgomery, an OC written by the wonderful mugglechump at pinksheep_wench).
Stephen's patience was nearing an end as he lounged back on a pink chaise lounge in the private dressing room of some high-scale lingerie store. Seeing Cassandra prance in and out, clad in nothing but scandalously racy knickers had him near to tearing the next pair off of her and taking her against the wall.
The object of his musing chose that moment to step out from behind the curtain partition. "So," Cassandra asked, hands on her hips as she struck a sultry pose, "what do you think of these?"
His eyes darkened as he rose and cast quick locking and silencing spells on the door. "I think," he murmured, reaching out for her and tugging her flush against him, "that they look best on the floor. In little pieces."
"Stephen," she protested, even as her breaths quickened with desire, "you promised."
"I know I did, love," he murmured, tugging the knickers down her legs and turning her in his arms so that they were facing the mirror. "But first..." one hand slid to cup her lace-covered breast as the other slid along her pale stomach.
She glanced down at his wandering hand. "What are you doing?" she breathed.
"No," he said, moving one hand to cup her chin, tugging her gaze up the mirror. "Watch. Look at us, how your body responds to me." The hand sliding down her stomach moved to cup her sex possessively, long fingers sliding along the outside of her moistened folds.
Cassandra's gasp melded into a moan as one finger slid inside of her, teasing her. She leaned back into his embrace and locked her arms behind his neck, her head falling back onto his shoulder. "God, Stephen," she moaned.
"That's it, love," he murmured, nipping at her ear as he nudged her head up. "Don't hold back." He gave her another finger as he pressed the heel of his palm against her sensitive nub, smirking at her in the mirror as she rocked her hips against his hand.
He was wreaking the most exquisite havoc on her body, and she could feel herself quickly approaching the breaking point. Unable to hold his gaze, her head fell back as her knees wobbled, only his grip on her keeping her from sliding to the floor in a puddle of arousal and desire. Little breathy moans slipped from her lips as she felt her body tighten, anticipating that sweet release before she screamed his name, her orgasm radiating out from his fingertips.
With a smirk at just how vocal she was for him, Stephen turned her and swept her up for an intense, passionate kiss. He silently Summoned her clothes from the dressing room, then Apparated them back to his bedroom.
"But what about..."
"I'll owl them payment," he promised, silencing her with a kiss.
Rating: R (It's Stephen/Cassie. Need I explain more?)
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: Smuts.
Summary: There was only so much a man could take before he simply snapped. It was a miracle he'd lasted this long.
Notes:
elle_blessing requested Stephen and Cassandra (Cassandra being Cassandra Montgomery, an OC written by the wonderful mugglechump at pinksheep_wench).
Stephen's patience was nearing an end as he lounged back on a pink chaise lounge in the private dressing room of some high-scale lingerie store. Seeing Cassandra prance in and out, clad in nothing but scandalously racy knickers had him near to tearing the next pair off of her and taking her against the wall.
The object of his musing chose that moment to step out from behind the curtain partition. "So," Cassandra asked, hands on her hips as she struck a sultry pose, "what do you think of these?"
His eyes darkened as he rose and cast quick locking and silencing spells on the door. "I think," he murmured, reaching out for her and tugging her flush against him, "that they look best on the floor. In little pieces."
"Stephen," she protested, even as her breaths quickened with desire, "you promised."
"I know I did, love," he murmured, tugging the knickers down her legs and turning her in his arms so that they were facing the mirror. "But first..." one hand slid to cup her lace-covered breast as the other slid along her pale stomach.
She glanced down at his wandering hand. "What are you doing?" she breathed.
"No," he said, moving one hand to cup her chin, tugging her gaze up the mirror. "Watch. Look at us, how your body responds to me." The hand sliding down her stomach moved to cup her sex possessively, long fingers sliding along the outside of her moistened folds.
Cassandra's gasp melded into a moan as one finger slid inside of her, teasing her. She leaned back into his embrace and locked her arms behind his neck, her head falling back onto his shoulder. "God, Stephen," she moaned.
"That's it, love," he murmured, nipping at her ear as he nudged her head up. "Don't hold back." He gave her another finger as he pressed the heel of his palm against her sensitive nub, smirking at her in the mirror as she rocked her hips against his hand.
He was wreaking the most exquisite havoc on her body, and she could feel herself quickly approaching the breaking point. Unable to hold his gaze, her head fell back as her knees wobbled, only his grip on her keeping her from sliding to the floor in a puddle of arousal and desire. Little breathy moans slipped from her lips as she felt her body tighten, anticipating that sweet release before she screamed his name, her orgasm radiating out from his fingertips.
With a smirk at just how vocal she was for him, Stephen turned her and swept her up for an intense, passionate kiss. He silently Summoned her clothes from the dressing room, then Apparated them back to his bedroom.
"But what about..."
"I'll owl them payment," he promised, silencing her with a kiss.