You say Yoga
Title: You say Yoga, I say aphrodisiac
Author: nbaeker
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Alicia Spinnet
Rating: NC-17
Author's note: So this is unbeta'd, so please let me know if you notice anything :) I haven't written anything just for *ME* in a very *very* long time. This is just for me, just for fun. (and oh *boy* was it fun!)
Word count: around 2200.
He was not too bloody old for his job.
Charlie allowed the door to the office slam as he stormed out of the offices of the reserve. He'd gotten a clean bill of health from the Healer, though apparently the berk had seen fit to contact Charlie's boss.
"If you don't improve your range of motion, you'll be forced to retire, Charlie." Beniamin looked apologetic but firm. "You have two months. Get yourself sorted."
He wound up at his brother George's shop, which was odd in itself - the shop was not exactly a calming sort of place to be, after all. Even worse, he found himself actually talking about the whole bloody mess with his younger brother. (In his defense, he mused, there was a lot of cursing and little to no discussion of feelings.)
"So jump through their hoops," George suggested as they talked over a pint.
"How'm I supposed to sort myself? There's only so much that playing Quidditch would do, and I'm sure as hell not taking up ballet," Charlie retorted, already well into his second or third pint of the evening.
"I hear yoga's good for improving motion," George said, and Charlie, had he been sober, might have recognized the look on his brother's face to be one of mischief. As it was, he furrowed his brow to consider it.
"Yoga?" he finally asked, skepticism obvious in his tone.
"Yeah. I have a friend who teaches a recreational class; you could go and check it out." George fished around in the pocket of his jacket and slid a card across the table to his brother. "There's the time and place."
Charlie picked it up and studied the neat cursive (obviously not George's) on the card before tucking it away. "I'll think about it."
~*~*~*~
He officially hated his brother.
What George had neglected to say about the yoga class was that it seemed to be mostly men taking it. Upon re-reading the card while sober, Charlie had decided to give the class a shot based upon the general notion that a class full of women contorting themselves into interesting positions could only be a good thing.
"Bloody pillock," he muttered, trying to make the best of it now that he was here. Perhaps if it was all blokes, no one would take the piss out of him for his mediocre abilities to maneuver himself into said positions.
He glanced at the fellow to his left, following the stretching routine.
"Fucking stretch so that I can stretch," he muttered beneath his breath. "Stupid waste of time. Bloody kill George next time I see him."
He was still muttering to himself when the instructor walked in and unrolled a purple yoga mat at the front of the room. Charlie looked up to see Alicia Spinnet, chaser for the Falmouth Falcons, sitting cross legged and smiling serenely at the men in the room.
Suddenly things made a lot more sense.
Maybe I won't kill George after all, Charlie mused as the blonde woman at the front of the room began to lead them through the poses.
~*~*~*~
Alicia was going to kill George Weasley. She knew just what the tosser was up to as soon as she saw the red haired bloke in her class. She only taught this class during the off-season, yoga being her preferred way to keep herself fit for Quidditch. She didn't even mind that the class filled up with blokes; the pick-up lines were nothing compared to the trash talk of the Falcon's locker rooms.
But when George said he'd recommended to a friend that he take the class, she'd not expected his older brother to show up the next morning.
Time had done very nice things for Charlie Weasley. He'd filled out in all the right places - and Alicia had thought he was handsome before he'd left Hogwarts.
It was a secret that only Alicia and George knew. Ever since her first year at school she had somewhat adored the red-haired captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. When he'd graduated and left for Romania to study dragons, Alicia had been determined to set the matter behind her.
It hadn't worked. They laughed about it now, but Alicia hadn't been able to look her best friend in the eye for a full month after their night of raging teenage hormones had wound up with her in his bed and his fingers inside her knickers. He'd been amazing, really, as he brought her to climax; unfortunately, it wasn't George's name she'd called. It had been his older brother's.
The older brother who was currently taking her yoga class. She could feel his eyes on her, and she was torn between embarrassment at the past and pride that he seemed to be noticing. She briefly wondered if he would remember her t all. She pressed her hands to the floor to find herself in down dog position, releasing the thoughts of Charlie from her mind as best she could. She was here to do a job, albeit a volunteer one, and she was not going to let her childhood crush distract her from that.
~*~*~*~
He was going to buy his brother a fruit basket.
It had became increasingly difficult to do the stretches, poses that she was trying to contort him into - and not solely due to his poor range of motion. Being a drop-in class, the other men had slowly trickled out as their work schedules demanded, soon emptying the room to simply himself and the beautiful witch. The beautiful witch who now had her arse in the air and
"Merlin's balls, is she trying to fuckin' kill me?" he muttered, giving up on trying to copy her pose. His pants were uncomfortably tight, and they were specifically created to be loose and flowing. He wasn't embarrassed about it (he'd certainly had no complaints from women in the past) but it was still odd for him to be in this state and alone with a woman that he was not going to be shagging soon. He'd not even talked to the pretty blonde thing yet. He liked to take pride in the fact that he normally waited until flirting had started before finding this sort of difficulty, but with this woman all wrapped around herself he figured he had an excuse.
"Charlie Weasley," she said, shaking her head lightly as she stooped to roll up her yoga mat. "Of all the classes in all the world - I should have known George would send you to mine."
Charlie suddenly had a vision of a tiny blonde girl sitting in the stands during every Quidditch practice. He'd ruffle her hair as he passed and she'd hardly fuss, her big green eyes seeming to light as she smiled.
Like she was smiling now.
"Hullo, Alicia," he said, emboldened by the strange familiarity and standing up straight.
She looked him up and down slowly, and Charlie felt a spark of his pride stirring at the attention. Then she smirked at him and walked out of the room, only a faint scent of her soap and her last words remained.. "I'll see you tomorrow, Charlie Weasley."
~*~*~*~
George Weasley was a genius.
Certainly, he'd given himself the title, but he felt it was supported by the fact that his brother had only shown up to one yoga class and both parties involved had owled him angrily. It was perfect.
He knew exactly how it would go. Charlie wouldn't back down from the challenge that Alicia had presented, and Alicia wouldn't let her childhood crush get away from her - not when he was so blatantly into the chase.
He gave them a week.
~*~*~*~
She was a bloody cocktease.
Every morning for the past five days, Charlie had dragged himself out of bed at an ungodly hour and shown up for her class. Every morning she contorted herself into positions he didn't know the human body was capable of, and nearly drove him mad with desire. And every morning, without fail, she left before he managed to do much more that say hello to her.
Not today.
The other blokes had all filed out especially early, Charlie surmised that his glares had been picked up on and was grateful that he hadn't lost that touch at least.
Alicia seemed to be studiously ignoring him. It wasn't on. He was Charlie Weasley, and not at all used to being ignored. But this morning he was going to get a date with this woman if he had to haul her out of the studio over his shoulder. He wanted this woman, and Charlie Weasley was not going to be denied something that he wanted.
Her eyes settled on him through her legs as she arched into that damn pose where her arse was in the air, and it took everything Charlie had to try and focus on a plan. He considered the merits of pushing her up against the wall, but he had watched the girl play Quidditch. He wasn't certain of his chances in getting a snog without being hit in a rather vital piece of anatomy.
Unfortunately, no plan came, and he felt as though she was about to slip away again. As she passed by him, he entrapped her wrist with his much larger hand.
That was the last second of advantage that he had. She smirked at him as she shoved him firmly up against the wall, her hands tangling in his hair and his sliding down to cup her arse. And bloody hell if it wasn't the nicest arse he'd had the pleasure of holding. He slid his tongue along the seam of her lips, only moderately surprised when she took over that, too.
He didn't allow himself to remain surprised for long, however, turning them to press her up against the wall and nibble along the line of her neck to the sensitive spot where it met her shoulder.
Shivering against him, Alicia pulled herself up to wrap lean legs around his waist, gasping out his name as he bit her shoulder. It was hard to believe, even after all of her success upon the pitch (and off, if she was being honest), that Charlie Weasley was making these delicious sounds because of her. Rolling her hips against him, she fairly growled out the words "Take me to a bed."
Charlie had been taught to respect a woman's wishes, and it only took a moment before they were in the flat he'd rented. He walked until his knees hit the bed, laying her down and marveling at the sight. He wasn't able to continue marveling for long, as she sat up and began removing his clothes with insistent tugging. He laughed, a deep and rough sound, as she gave a small gasp of pleasure at the sight of him. Before he could do much more than that, however, she'd taken the lead again, somehow shoving him back onto the bed and taking him in her mouth.
He was groaning and swearing as he tugged on her hair, and she couldn't help but feel her breath catch as he lifted her up to him and kissed her passionately. Instead of pulling at her clothes, he vanished them, hands and mouth immediately roaming over her. His fingers slipped inside her and she nearly began to beg, somehow limiting herself to a single "Charlie, please."
"As you wish," he growled, sliding into her easily. "Sweet Merlin's balls, woman," he groaned as she hooked her legs over his shoulders.
"Harder," came the response and he gladly complied.
The pace was furious, and his grip on her hips was going to leave marks, but Alicia was totally caught up in him: in the way that the curses fell from his lips like prayers, and how his thumb moved to rub small circles on her clit.
She came first, her world exploding and then contracting to only this, only them. She screamed his name as her body shuddered through the climax, and he bit her shoulder again, following right behind.
He collapsed beside her and pulled her close to him. "Rest for a bit. We're bloody well doing that again."
~*~*~*~
She was pleased with herself.
After years of wondering what he'd be like, Alicia finally knew a bit more about Charlie Weasley. Most importantly, he called out the right name during sex, and was an absolute sucker for having a tongue trace his tattoos. She found her yoga gear in the corner of the room, sliding the pants and top on as quietly as she could. This had been fun, but what was done was done.
Before she could leave, however, a very naked Charlie Weasley was pressed up against her once more.
"Let me bloody well take you to dinner, Spinnet," he said, his voice still rough from sleep.
She grinned. Perhaps they weren't quite done after all.
Author: nbaeker
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Alicia Spinnet
Rating: NC-17
Author's note: So this is unbeta'd, so please let me know if you notice anything :) I haven't written anything just for *ME* in a very *very* long time. This is just for me, just for fun. (and oh *boy* was it fun!)
Word count: around 2200.
He was not too bloody old for his job.
Charlie allowed the door to the office slam as he stormed out of the offices of the reserve. He'd gotten a clean bill of health from the Healer, though apparently the berk had seen fit to contact Charlie's boss.
"If you don't improve your range of motion, you'll be forced to retire, Charlie." Beniamin looked apologetic but firm. "You have two months. Get yourself sorted."
He wound up at his brother George's shop, which was odd in itself - the shop was not exactly a calming sort of place to be, after all. Even worse, he found himself actually talking about the whole bloody mess with his younger brother. (In his defense, he mused, there was a lot of cursing and little to no discussion of feelings.)
"So jump through their hoops," George suggested as they talked over a pint.
"How'm I supposed to sort myself? There's only so much that playing Quidditch would do, and I'm sure as hell not taking up ballet," Charlie retorted, already well into his second or third pint of the evening.
"I hear yoga's good for improving motion," George said, and Charlie, had he been sober, might have recognized the look on his brother's face to be one of mischief. As it was, he furrowed his brow to consider it.
"Yoga?" he finally asked, skepticism obvious in his tone.
"Yeah. I have a friend who teaches a recreational class; you could go and check it out." George fished around in the pocket of his jacket and slid a card across the table to his brother. "There's the time and place."
Charlie picked it up and studied the neat cursive (obviously not George's) on the card before tucking it away. "I'll think about it."
~*~*~*~
He officially hated his brother.
What George had neglected to say about the yoga class was that it seemed to be mostly men taking it. Upon re-reading the card while sober, Charlie had decided to give the class a shot based upon the general notion that a class full of women contorting themselves into interesting positions could only be a good thing.
"Bloody pillock," he muttered, trying to make the best of it now that he was here. Perhaps if it was all blokes, no one would take the piss out of him for his mediocre abilities to maneuver himself into said positions.
He glanced at the fellow to his left, following the stretching routine.
"Fucking stretch so that I can stretch," he muttered beneath his breath. "Stupid waste of time. Bloody kill George next time I see him."
He was still muttering to himself when the instructor walked in and unrolled a purple yoga mat at the front of the room. Charlie looked up to see Alicia Spinnet, chaser for the Falmouth Falcons, sitting cross legged and smiling serenely at the men in the room.
Suddenly things made a lot more sense.
Maybe I won't kill George after all, Charlie mused as the blonde woman at the front of the room began to lead them through the poses.
~*~*~*~
Alicia was going to kill George Weasley. She knew just what the tosser was up to as soon as she saw the red haired bloke in her class. She only taught this class during the off-season, yoga being her preferred way to keep herself fit for Quidditch. She didn't even mind that the class filled up with blokes; the pick-up lines were nothing compared to the trash talk of the Falcon's locker rooms.
But when George said he'd recommended to a friend that he take the class, she'd not expected his older brother to show up the next morning.
Time had done very nice things for Charlie Weasley. He'd filled out in all the right places - and Alicia had thought he was handsome before he'd left Hogwarts.
It was a secret that only Alicia and George knew. Ever since her first year at school she had somewhat adored the red-haired captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. When he'd graduated and left for Romania to study dragons, Alicia had been determined to set the matter behind her.
It hadn't worked. They laughed about it now, but Alicia hadn't been able to look her best friend in the eye for a full month after their night of raging teenage hormones had wound up with her in his bed and his fingers inside her knickers. He'd been amazing, really, as he brought her to climax; unfortunately, it wasn't George's name she'd called. It had been his older brother's.
The older brother who was currently taking her yoga class. She could feel his eyes on her, and she was torn between embarrassment at the past and pride that he seemed to be noticing. She briefly wondered if he would remember her t all. She pressed her hands to the floor to find herself in down dog position, releasing the thoughts of Charlie from her mind as best she could. She was here to do a job, albeit a volunteer one, and she was not going to let her childhood crush distract her from that.
~*~*~*~
He was going to buy his brother a fruit basket.
It had became increasingly difficult to do the stretches, poses that she was trying to contort him into - and not solely due to his poor range of motion. Being a drop-in class, the other men had slowly trickled out as their work schedules demanded, soon emptying the room to simply himself and the beautiful witch. The beautiful witch who now had her arse in the air and
"Merlin's balls, is she trying to fuckin' kill me?" he muttered, giving up on trying to copy her pose. His pants were uncomfortably tight, and they were specifically created to be loose and flowing. He wasn't embarrassed about it (he'd certainly had no complaints from women in the past) but it was still odd for him to be in this state and alone with a woman that he was not going to be shagging soon. He'd not even talked to the pretty blonde thing yet. He liked to take pride in the fact that he normally waited until flirting had started before finding this sort of difficulty, but with this woman all wrapped around herself he figured he had an excuse.
"Charlie Weasley," she said, shaking her head lightly as she stooped to roll up her yoga mat. "Of all the classes in all the world - I should have known George would send you to mine."
Charlie suddenly had a vision of a tiny blonde girl sitting in the stands during every Quidditch practice. He'd ruffle her hair as he passed and she'd hardly fuss, her big green eyes seeming to light as she smiled.
Like she was smiling now.
"Hullo, Alicia," he said, emboldened by the strange familiarity and standing up straight.
She looked him up and down slowly, and Charlie felt a spark of his pride stirring at the attention. Then she smirked at him and walked out of the room, only a faint scent of her soap and her last words remained.. "I'll see you tomorrow, Charlie Weasley."
~*~*~*~
George Weasley was a genius.
Certainly, he'd given himself the title, but he felt it was supported by the fact that his brother had only shown up to one yoga class and both parties involved had owled him angrily. It was perfect.
He knew exactly how it would go. Charlie wouldn't back down from the challenge that Alicia had presented, and Alicia wouldn't let her childhood crush get away from her - not when he was so blatantly into the chase.
He gave them a week.
~*~*~*~
She was a bloody cocktease.
Every morning for the past five days, Charlie had dragged himself out of bed at an ungodly hour and shown up for her class. Every morning she contorted herself into positions he didn't know the human body was capable of, and nearly drove him mad with desire. And every morning, without fail, she left before he managed to do much more that say hello to her.
Not today.
The other blokes had all filed out especially early, Charlie surmised that his glares had been picked up on and was grateful that he hadn't lost that touch at least.
Alicia seemed to be studiously ignoring him. It wasn't on. He was Charlie Weasley, and not at all used to being ignored. But this morning he was going to get a date with this woman if he had to haul her out of the studio over his shoulder. He wanted this woman, and Charlie Weasley was not going to be denied something that he wanted.
Her eyes settled on him through her legs as she arched into that damn pose where her arse was in the air, and it took everything Charlie had to try and focus on a plan. He considered the merits of pushing her up against the wall, but he had watched the girl play Quidditch. He wasn't certain of his chances in getting a snog without being hit in a rather vital piece of anatomy.
Unfortunately, no plan came, and he felt as though she was about to slip away again. As she passed by him, he entrapped her wrist with his much larger hand.
That was the last second of advantage that he had. She smirked at him as she shoved him firmly up against the wall, her hands tangling in his hair and his sliding down to cup her arse. And bloody hell if it wasn't the nicest arse he'd had the pleasure of holding. He slid his tongue along the seam of her lips, only moderately surprised when she took over that, too.
He didn't allow himself to remain surprised for long, however, turning them to press her up against the wall and nibble along the line of her neck to the sensitive spot where it met her shoulder.
Shivering against him, Alicia pulled herself up to wrap lean legs around his waist, gasping out his name as he bit her shoulder. It was hard to believe, even after all of her success upon the pitch (and off, if she was being honest), that Charlie Weasley was making these delicious sounds because of her. Rolling her hips against him, she fairly growled out the words "Take me to a bed."
Charlie had been taught to respect a woman's wishes, and it only took a moment before they were in the flat he'd rented. He walked until his knees hit the bed, laying her down and marveling at the sight. He wasn't able to continue marveling for long, as she sat up and began removing his clothes with insistent tugging. He laughed, a deep and rough sound, as she gave a small gasp of pleasure at the sight of him. Before he could do much more than that, however, she'd taken the lead again, somehow shoving him back onto the bed and taking him in her mouth.
He was groaning and swearing as he tugged on her hair, and she couldn't help but feel her breath catch as he lifted her up to him and kissed her passionately. Instead of pulling at her clothes, he vanished them, hands and mouth immediately roaming over her. His fingers slipped inside her and she nearly began to beg, somehow limiting herself to a single "Charlie, please."
"As you wish," he growled, sliding into her easily. "Sweet Merlin's balls, woman," he groaned as she hooked her legs over his shoulders.
"Harder," came the response and he gladly complied.
The pace was furious, and his grip on her hips was going to leave marks, but Alicia was totally caught up in him: in the way that the curses fell from his lips like prayers, and how his thumb moved to rub small circles on her clit.
She came first, her world exploding and then contracting to only this, only them. She screamed his name as her body shuddered through the climax, and he bit her shoulder again, following right behind.
He collapsed beside her and pulled her close to him. "Rest for a bit. We're bloody well doing that again."
~*~*~*~
She was pleased with herself.
After years of wondering what he'd be like, Alicia finally knew a bit more about Charlie Weasley. Most importantly, he called out the right name during sex, and was an absolute sucker for having a tongue trace his tattoos. She found her yoga gear in the corner of the room, sliding the pants and top on as quietly as she could. This had been fun, but what was done was done.
Before she could leave, however, a very naked Charlie Weasley was pressed up against her once more.
"Let me bloody well take you to dinner, Spinnet," he said, his voice still rough from sleep.
She grinned. Perhaps they weren't quite done after all.