Charlie Ficathon Drabble (NC-17)
title: Best Left Wild
fandom: Harry Potter
rating: NC-17
word count: 486
pairing: Charlie Weasley and Alicia Spinnet
prompt: Wild
There's a look in her eye when Alicia grabs his hand that he recognizes all too well. Her team's just taken the match against their toughest competitors, and with him in the stands, she intends to take advantage of it. Her duties as Captain have been completed, she's shaken hands, smiled for photos and sent the team off to the showers. Now it's time to take care of herself, and that's where he comes in.
Just because he's used to it doesn't make it any less intense when she grabs his hand and drags him into a hidden alcove that she's guarded and warded heavily. The first time she dragged him there he'd been certain someone would see. Now he thinks that perhaps it's why she enjoys it so much. Because with the slightest misstep, people could see what goes on there.
And what goes on there is wild. She pulls him to her fast and hard and their lips meet as if it were the first time, with enough passion that he thinks that it might eventually kill him. Clothes are discarded rapidly, and he bites her on the collarbone, making her call out his name.
"Charlie!"
He's got her fully nude, and he presses her up against the wall, sliding his calloused fingers into her and drawing circles on her clit with his thumb, holding her roughly against the wood that he knows is pushing into her back. But the gasps and cries of pleasure tell him that it's not too much; that if he were to be gentle after all this, he'd be an idiot.
She tugs his hair, just hard enough to feel it, not so hard that it hurts, and he withdraws his hand. A moment later he's sheathed himself to the hilt and Alicia's to the point of muttering "Ohgod, ohgod," over and over again.
Her nails scrape along his back as he pounds into her, hard and fast and rough and animal-like.
Their coupling has never been gentle.
He pulls her hair loose from its tie, and it falls around her face, making her look a little crazy, but mostly wild and passionate and free. And they both glance to the side as a man walks past, his eyes sliding over the alcove as if it wasn't there. There's a flicker of something in the passerby's eyes, as if he thought he'd heard something, and she groans from the deliciousness of it. When the man is gone, he returns to the task of making her scream, and she is happy enough to make sure he succeeds, screaming his name as she comes apart.
When it's over, they clean up and dress themselves, sneaking out of the alcove. Ali's always been a little crazy, he muses, but he supposes that's why he's with her. She's a little like his dragons - best when you leave them mostly wild.
fandom: Harry Potter
rating: NC-17
word count: 486
pairing: Charlie Weasley and Alicia Spinnet
prompt: Wild
There's a look in her eye when Alicia grabs his hand that he recognizes all too well. Her team's just taken the match against their toughest competitors, and with him in the stands, she intends to take advantage of it. Her duties as Captain have been completed, she's shaken hands, smiled for photos and sent the team off to the showers. Now it's time to take care of herself, and that's where he comes in.
Just because he's used to it doesn't make it any less intense when she grabs his hand and drags him into a hidden alcove that she's guarded and warded heavily. The first time she dragged him there he'd been certain someone would see. Now he thinks that perhaps it's why she enjoys it so much. Because with the slightest misstep, people could see what goes on there.
And what goes on there is wild. She pulls him to her fast and hard and their lips meet as if it were the first time, with enough passion that he thinks that it might eventually kill him. Clothes are discarded rapidly, and he bites her on the collarbone, making her call out his name.
"Charlie!"
He's got her fully nude, and he presses her up against the wall, sliding his calloused fingers into her and drawing circles on her clit with his thumb, holding her roughly against the wood that he knows is pushing into her back. But the gasps and cries of pleasure tell him that it's not too much; that if he were to be gentle after all this, he'd be an idiot.
She tugs his hair, just hard enough to feel it, not so hard that it hurts, and he withdraws his hand. A moment later he's sheathed himself to the hilt and Alicia's to the point of muttering "Ohgod, ohgod," over and over again.
Her nails scrape along his back as he pounds into her, hard and fast and rough and animal-like.
Their coupling has never been gentle.
He pulls her hair loose from its tie, and it falls around her face, making her look a little crazy, but mostly wild and passionate and free. And they both glance to the side as a man walks past, his eyes sliding over the alcove as if it wasn't there. There's a flicker of something in the passerby's eyes, as if he thought he'd heard something, and she groans from the deliciousness of it. When the man is gone, he returns to the task of making her scream, and she is happy enough to make sure he succeeds, screaming his name as she comes apart.
When it's over, they clean up and dress themselves, sneaking out of the alcove. Ali's always been a little crazy, he muses, but he supposes that's why he's with her. She's a little like his dragons - best when you leave them mostly wild.