for yes_peacocks the sex meme thing

Aug 20, 2007 03:41



The door cracked against the frame hard enough to make the mirror on the wall swing out.

"Get your hand off of me!" She'd been silent on the march up the stairs but now they were alone and she didn't need to bother with such restraint. She shoved him away and shoved him hard. "Lucius you had no right to interfere!"

He released Andi's arm but only moved back a step. "You stupid girl. I had every right to intervene. Your mother asked that I follow you after you left the house she was concerned for your fool hide and thought you would get into trouble. Had she known I would find you in Knockturn Alley she would have died of shame."

"Well by all means, let's owl the old bitch and dance on her grave." Andi spat. "You are not my keeper."

He nodded. "Thankfully, I am woefully underqualified for such a position. But so long as your mother looks to me to ensure your safety you will not be making any assignations with that..."

Andi's eyes narrowed. "Choose your next words very carefully Lucius."

"He is beneath you Andromeda. In every way imaginable." Lucius for once gives a little ground and does not complete his original thought.

Her posture changes and suddenly instead of holding herself stiff with indignation she's supple, sinuous. "He's been beneath me, and above me, and in several memorable instances behind me. I have no complaints." Her words are soft and provoking.

Lucius stops in the middle of draping his cloak over the end of the bed. When he rises to his full height and looks down on Andi his words pop like a game of Exploding Snap. "You're disgusting. If you choose to whore yourself -"

The blow is fast and hard and splits the skin of Lucius' cheek so that a thin trickle of blood flows from his cheek to his chin. The blow isn't even the surprise - he knows he deserved it - the surprise is the reaction it gets.

Andi's back cracks when Lucius throws her up against the door. It's fast and practically knocks the wind out of her. She's never seen him angry... It's an idle thought right before his mouth devours hers. He's angry and out of control and by the time he's stripped her of her top and skirt she's too turned on to do anything but give as good as she gets.

She meets him bite for bite, bruise for bruise and the welts on his back will take more than a couple of days to heal.

Her clothes will all need repairing, but the snarl she gets from yanking on a handful of that fine blond hair while screaming his name makes everything worth it.

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