Christmas Present! Fic for ragdoll
Title: Surprise!
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Charlie Weasley, Alicia Spinnet
Summary: Alicia has done a spread in a popular magazine, and her boyfriend wasn't exactly informed...
Rating: NC-17, I think. Let's be safe and say that's it.
Author's note: Merry Christmas! Oh and this is totally un-beta'd. About 960 words though, so, not exactly a drabble, either...?
She almost hadn't agreed to do it. She had the fame already, and fortune wasn't an issue either. The captain of the team that was ranking the best in the league, Alicia Spinnet had no need to do much by way of promotion, but Playwizard was relentless in their pursuit of having her bare all.
"Or at the very least, some." The young man who’d been enlisted to coerce her into doing the modeling stint was really pulling out all the stops, she mused, nearly choking with laughter when he added, “My job is on the line, Ms. Spinnet.”
She had worked out a strong contract with them from the get-go, her boss more than happy to loan her a solicitor so that she would be well respected while posing nude and semi-nude, and Alicia was pleased with the guarantee of final say as to what photos went into their magazine. More than that, however, she had managed to get them to agree to a few more shots of which she would become the sole owner. Her boyfriend was going to be a very, very happy man.
She was incredibly pleased with herself and felt confident that all was going according to plan, until Charlie’s trip home from Romania was delayed by two days - causing him to be at the Reserve when the magazine came out.
In truth, she hadn’t wanted to warn him and thus ruin the surprise, but she’d forgotten about the fact that someone at the Reserve was likely to get the magazine by subscription. She remembered that likelihood when she came home from a brutal practice to find Charlie Weasley standing in her flat looking about as livid as she’d ever seen him.
“Were you even going to tell me you’d posed nude for all of Europe to ogle?” he spat immediately when she came in, and for a moment she was taken aback. “I had blokes nudging me all day - I think I have a bruise, and I didn’t even know what it was all for! Finally James showed me his copy and there I see my girlfriend spread out like some kind of cheap page three girl from the Muggle Dailys.”
“Now wait just a bloody minute Charlie Weasley,” Alicia snapped, her temper growing nearly to match his. “What right do you have to come into my flat and call me cheap? It’s my life and my body, and I can bloody well do as I please.” She could hear a small voice saying that she likely didn’t want to go this route - that she ought to just explain things rationally, but she’d never listened to that voice, and she wasn’t likely to start now.
“You committed to dating me, Spinnet,” Charlie growled, stalking towards her and backing her against the wall. “That means, to some degree, I have a say who sees you.”
“If I want to fly about starkers for a game to bring up ticket sales, I’m entitled to do just that,” she said defiantly, trying not to be intimidated by his size.
“I’d still like a bit of notice,” Charlie said, his voice becoming husky as she pushed against him lightly. “I need to know how much I have to threaten the blokes that want to make off-colour comments.”
“I can handle myself,” Alicia said, moving to push past him, only to be shoved up against the wall again, her wrists pinned beneath his hands. Her heart skipped a beat and a knot formed in her stomach, making her swallow hard.
“But you so prefer it when I handle you, isn’t that the case?” Charlie asked, not waiting for an answer before dropping his head to kiss her soundly.
Her knees buckled but he shifted to hold her up against the wall, groaning as she began to tug his shirt free of his trousers to brush her fingers along the bared skin. He stripped her of her shirt, losing contact with her lips for just a moment. The intensity between them fairly sizzled and before long they were both panting and desperate for a bed.
He carried her into her bedroom and stripped off his trou, watching as she did the same with no hesitation. He didn’t waste a moment as he crawled up her body and, positioning himself at her entrance, plunged into her with one stroke. There was no artfulness to it, no languid kisses or soft caressing - this was pure sex, hard and raw, and Alicia’s fingernails left long marks up Charlie’s back. Again and again he thrust into her, and she rose to meet him each time, chanting his name like a mantra.
When they were spent, he flopped next to her, his anger gone as she toyed with his hair.
“I was going to tell you,” she murmured, “but it was meant to be a surprise. There were far more shots taken than ever got into that magazine.”
Charlie was near sleep, but he perked up slightly at her words. Propping himself up on one elbow he looked at her quizzically. “More photos?”
Alicia smirked and fished her wand out of its pocket in her Quidditch pants, accioing the parcel she’d wrapped up for him. “You were meant to be home before the subscriptions were mailed out, don’t you recall? But I wanted you to benefit the most out of my photoshoot.”
Charlie looked through the photos, then grinned sheepishly at his girlfriend. “Teach me to miss an opportunity to come home to you, won’t it?” he asked and she laughed.
“You know, I think that, given how our fights tend to end up, I ought to delay your surprises a good deal more often.”
Charlie shoved her lightly and she laughed, the two of them curling up for a nap in the well-rumpled sheets of her bed.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Charlie Weasley, Alicia Spinnet
Summary: Alicia has done a spread in a popular magazine, and her boyfriend wasn't exactly informed...
Rating: NC-17, I think. Let's be safe and say that's it.
Author's note: Merry Christmas! Oh and this is totally un-beta'd. About 960 words though, so, not exactly a drabble, either...?
She almost hadn't agreed to do it. She had the fame already, and fortune wasn't an issue either. The captain of the team that was ranking the best in the league, Alicia Spinnet had no need to do much by way of promotion, but Playwizard was relentless in their pursuit of having her bare all.
"Or at the very least, some." The young man who’d been enlisted to coerce her into doing the modeling stint was really pulling out all the stops, she mused, nearly choking with laughter when he added, “My job is on the line, Ms. Spinnet.”
She had worked out a strong contract with them from the get-go, her boss more than happy to loan her a solicitor so that she would be well respected while posing nude and semi-nude, and Alicia was pleased with the guarantee of final say as to what photos went into their magazine. More than that, however, she had managed to get them to agree to a few more shots of which she would become the sole owner. Her boyfriend was going to be a very, very happy man.
She was incredibly pleased with herself and felt confident that all was going according to plan, until Charlie’s trip home from Romania was delayed by two days - causing him to be at the Reserve when the magazine came out.
In truth, she hadn’t wanted to warn him and thus ruin the surprise, but she’d forgotten about the fact that someone at the Reserve was likely to get the magazine by subscription. She remembered that likelihood when she came home from a brutal practice to find Charlie Weasley standing in her flat looking about as livid as she’d ever seen him.
“Were you even going to tell me you’d posed nude for all of Europe to ogle?” he spat immediately when she came in, and for a moment she was taken aback. “I had blokes nudging me all day - I think I have a bruise, and I didn’t even know what it was all for! Finally James showed me his copy and there I see my girlfriend spread out like some kind of cheap page three girl from the Muggle Dailys.”
“Now wait just a bloody minute Charlie Weasley,” Alicia snapped, her temper growing nearly to match his. “What right do you have to come into my flat and call me cheap? It’s my life and my body, and I can bloody well do as I please.” She could hear a small voice saying that she likely didn’t want to go this route - that she ought to just explain things rationally, but she’d never listened to that voice, and she wasn’t likely to start now.
“You committed to dating me, Spinnet,” Charlie growled, stalking towards her and backing her against the wall. “That means, to some degree, I have a say who sees you.”
“If I want to fly about starkers for a game to bring up ticket sales, I’m entitled to do just that,” she said defiantly, trying not to be intimidated by his size.
“I’d still like a bit of notice,” Charlie said, his voice becoming husky as she pushed against him lightly. “I need to know how much I have to threaten the blokes that want to make off-colour comments.”
“I can handle myself,” Alicia said, moving to push past him, only to be shoved up against the wall again, her wrists pinned beneath his hands. Her heart skipped a beat and a knot formed in her stomach, making her swallow hard.
“But you so prefer it when I handle you, isn’t that the case?” Charlie asked, not waiting for an answer before dropping his head to kiss her soundly.
Her knees buckled but he shifted to hold her up against the wall, groaning as she began to tug his shirt free of his trousers to brush her fingers along the bared skin. He stripped her of her shirt, losing contact with her lips for just a moment. The intensity between them fairly sizzled and before long they were both panting and desperate for a bed.
He carried her into her bedroom and stripped off his trou, watching as she did the same with no hesitation. He didn’t waste a moment as he crawled up her body and, positioning himself at her entrance, plunged into her with one stroke. There was no artfulness to it, no languid kisses or soft caressing - this was pure sex, hard and raw, and Alicia’s fingernails left long marks up Charlie’s back. Again and again he thrust into her, and she rose to meet him each time, chanting his name like a mantra.
When they were spent, he flopped next to her, his anger gone as she toyed with his hair.
“I was going to tell you,” she murmured, “but it was meant to be a surprise. There were far more shots taken than ever got into that magazine.”
Charlie was near sleep, but he perked up slightly at her words. Propping himself up on one elbow he looked at her quizzically. “More photos?”
Alicia smirked and fished her wand out of its pocket in her Quidditch pants, accioing the parcel she’d wrapped up for him. “You were meant to be home before the subscriptions were mailed out, don’t you recall? But I wanted you to benefit the most out of my photoshoot.”
Charlie looked through the photos, then grinned sheepishly at his girlfriend. “Teach me to miss an opportunity to come home to you, won’t it?” he asked and she laughed.
“You know, I think that, given how our fights tend to end up, I ought to delay your surprises a good deal more often.”
Charlie shoved her lightly and she laughed, the two of them curling up for a nap in the well-rumpled sheets of her bed.