8 - upwards to infinity
Welcome to our eighth prompt post.
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
They kissed and his touch was almost rudely forward about his intentions, but the moment he pulled away from her, only fanciful ideas of castles in the skies escaped his mouth.
"You're so beautiful," he said and continued babbling in the taxi, his hands snaking around his waist, "I've fancied you for ages, I don't even understand why but I just want you, I just --"
His mouth dipped to taste the spot below her ear, exposed as her hair was pulled back, his tongue eager but not very expert against her skin. He was pressed against her body, and she could feel his hardness growing against her, his moans in her ear as her hand slipped into the crammed space between them, encouraging him further.
"I'd, uhh, I'd do anything you asked, anything at all," he whispered into her ear. "I promise."
"Even join the Labour party?" she joked, her fingers gently curving against his and he reached to direct her mouth to his again, kissing deeply.
"I think I love you," the boy breathed out when they finally got to his flat and Harriet almost laughed.
"We'll see if you think the same when you haven't got an erection," she said, amused and began to unbutton her blouse. "Now, take off your trousers, Dan."
"My name's David," the young man said, looking a bit crestfallen but only for a moment, struggling out of his trousers and then kissing Harriet again, his hand slipping between her thighs, nudging them open. "And I did mean it. I would do anything for you."
"Even join the party?" Harriet asked, even as her brain was quickly shutting down, replaced by ever-growing desire to have his hands touch her more, slip beneath remaining layers of clothing to find the spot she needed the touch the most.
David seemed to consider this for a while, listening to her moans increase as his mouth found her breasts, one of his hands teasingly caressing her inner thigh. "Once Labour is out of opposition," he said, "I will. I promise."
**
The next morning, he asked her to stay, but the guilt ate away at her so fast she rushed out of the flat with a hasty goodbye, turning a cheek for his kiss to land on.
She had his number, and never called it, and then nearly twenty years later, understood how little his promise stood for.
"David Cameron, wasn't it?" she asked nonchalantly and he blushed and shook her hand.
"New Conservative Member for Witney, yes," he said. "Pleasure to meet you."
"Pleasure's all mine," she said and bothered not to smile.
**
A year went by and she received a message from him.
I've never told anyone and I promise you I never will,, he wrote. But I've not forgotten, either. What that night meant, what it still means to me
And she stopped reading, unwilling to waste another thought on him, unwilling to parse more of his lies.
She ran the piece of paper through a shredder.
But as much as she hated it, it stayed with her. Words on the page. Eager words in her ear, frantic touches.
He stayed with her.
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