Drabble - Score! C/T
For :
luvscharlie and all the rest who love Charlie.
Title: Score
Author: pandorajones
Pairing: C/T
Rated: PG-13
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‘You knocked me off my broom.’ Charlie took another step toward her pinning her against the wall of the broomshed.
‘Charlie you’re filthy!’ she shrieked, pushing back against his shoulders.
But he didn’t move, just ran a hand through mud-soaked hair and leant into her further, his leg coming up between her thighs. ‘You knocked me off my broom,’ he repeated.
‘I had to. You’d’ve caught the snitch.’
‘My job to catch it.’
‘My job to hit you. Don’t worry you’ll beat Slytherin on Thursday; you’ll--'
‘Not worried.' He shook his head. His fingers playing in her turquoise curls, slid down the side of her face now leaving muddy marks in their wake. She felt the squelch of the mud as he rested his forehead against hers. Cold.
'Then what's -'
'Just think I deserve some sort of compensation,' he whispered.
'Compensation? Because I hit you?'
He shook his head, his thumb brushing her lower lip and she felt her breath catch in her throat. 'Compensation because if I go back to the common room now, they're gonna take the piss.'
'Because a girl unbroomed you?'
'No, because my girl did.'
'Your girl?' She couldn't help but smile as heat rose in her face; it was suddenly very warm. 'You think...'
He shook his head again, both hands on her face this time, muddy fingers sliding into her hair as he kissed her, the full weight of his body against her now, sending shivers all the way down to her toes. 'Don't have to think ... he muttered against her mouth, ... I know.'
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luvscharlie and all the rest who love Charlie.
Title: Score
Author: pandorajones
Pairing: C/T
Rated: PG-13
**
‘You knocked me off my broom.’ Charlie took another step toward her pinning her against the wall of the broomshed.
‘Charlie you’re filthy!’ she shrieked, pushing back against his shoulders.
But he didn’t move, just ran a hand through mud-soaked hair and leant into her further, his leg coming up between her thighs. ‘You knocked me off my broom,’ he repeated.
‘I had to. You’d’ve caught the snitch.’
‘My job to catch it.’
‘My job to hit you. Don’t worry you’ll beat Slytherin on Thursday; you’ll--'
‘Not worried.' He shook his head. His fingers playing in her turquoise curls, slid down the side of her face now leaving muddy marks in their wake. She felt the squelch of the mud as he rested his forehead against hers. Cold.
'Then what's -'
'Just think I deserve some sort of compensation,' he whispered.
'Compensation? Because I hit you?'
He shook his head, his thumb brushing her lower lip and she felt her breath catch in her throat. 'Compensation because if I go back to the common room now, they're gonna take the piss.'
'Because a girl unbroomed you?'
'No, because my girl did.'
'Your girl?' She couldn't help but smile as heat rose in her face; it was suddenly very warm. 'You think...'
He shook his head again, both hands on her face this time, muddy fingers sliding into her hair as he kissed her, the full weight of his body against her now, sending shivers all the way down to her toes. 'Don't have to think ... he muttered against her mouth, ... I know.'
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