Challenge Response Fic: Semantics (Millie solo with hints of Millie/Ron, NC-17)
Title: Semantics
Author:Peggieliz
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns it all. :: sighs wistfully ::
Pairing: Millicent solo with hints of Ron/Millicent
Rating: NC-17 (het, solo)
Wordcount: 819
Summary:Millicent gives into her fantasies...
Author's Notes: Written for kaz814's Girl Power Challenge
At least thirty candles were in various stages of melting around the large bath. The bathwater was draining rapidly, but the body temperature of its resident continued to rise. One hand stroked languidly across the pale flesh of her stomach, occasionally pausing to stroke an eager nipple or roll it into a firmer point against her palm while the other hand traced delicate figures across the folds of her sex. Her head tilted back on a low moan, dark hair spilling over the white porcelain. She delved inside slowly, almost reverently opening her body to the still damp air. Curling the tip of her index finger inside her, she brushed her thumb gently against the bundle of nerves that was begging for attention.
She let the fantasy she had built take her out of the room; rough hands scraping over her flesh and full lips slanted over hers. In her mind she slipped the fabric from her body and he fell to his knees before her in wonder. Rubbing her nipples more insistently, she imagined his mouth on them as she ran her hand through thick red hair.
Giving in to a whim, she traced the letters of his name against the most feminine part of her body. Following the delicate curve of the letters, she ended on an exclamation, eyes fluttering shut on a keening moan as she stroked herself over the edge.
Her skin was dewy with perspiration and she could smell her own arousal in the air. Her chest rose and fell in a pant, a rose colored glow glistening against her pale flesh. Lips curving in an almost feline smile, she opened heavy lidded eyes and blinked, trying to find her way back from her fantasy. There was a long second before she realized that somehow her fantasy world had exploded and he was standing here taking in every inch of her nudity.
“What in high fuck are you doing here?!” She struggled to her feet, groping for a towel and attempting to keep all of her parts covered. She felt her skin prickle and heat in a full-body blush. “Do you mind?!” She hissed desperately.
His mouth was opened like a great gaping fish, eyes round and ears flaming. “You were wanking!” he sputtered, desperately trying to ignore the arousal that rushed through his system and settled thick and insistent in his groin. The sight of her naked round body should not be a good one, but try telling that to his libido.
She jerked the towel, which felt ridiculously short, around her body sharply. “Girls don’t wank, Weasley! There’s nothing to …. pull at.” She seethed, horribly embarrassed to have been caught by Ron Weasley of all people.
“You were!” his voice was a touch awed, the image of the pale column of her throat when her head tipped back in abandon forever burned into his brain.
“I was not, you great oaf! Girls don’t do anything as base as wanking, we… pet the kitten if you must have some vulgar name for it.”
He blinked, and made some noise as if he was trying to find words. The power of rendering him speechless crept up her spine. “Well you saw it, Weasley, what would you prefer to call it? Polishing the pearl? Parting the petals? Sampling ladyfingers and cream?”
His mind was whirling but the connection between his mouth and his brain seemed to have fried out right around “Polish the pearl.”
She brushed by him, grabbing her dressing robe off the hook and swirling it around her body. “A girl can’t wait around all day for a bloke to get a clue, Weasley. Sometimes she has to take matters into her own hands… err. Well so to speak.”
Nothing in all of his 17 years of existence had ever been half as arousing as Millicent Bulstrode wan- er.. petting her kitten… in the prefect’s washroom. And he couldn’t seem to make his body move to do anything about it.
She heaved a great sigh, her chest rising in a way that made his arousal send him an urgent reminder. “Idiot.”
She moved to sweep out of the room, at least exiting with dignity before she crawled off and died in a corner somewhere, when his great rough hand closed around her wrist.
“Bulstrode” his voice broke and he cleared his throat. “You… I mean… that…” his brain scrambled frantically for words.
She rolled her eyes heavenward before grabbing him by his shirt front and planting a kiss on his full mouth. “When you finally figure it out, I’ll be around Weasley.” She murmured, giving into temptation and scraping her teeth across his bottom lip. “But until then I’ll just have to take care of things for myself.”
With a sway to her hips that she forced not to betray the renewed arousal dampening her thighs, Millicent sauntered from the bathroom, making a mental note to forget about the door lock more often.