I'm your biggest fan... (NC-17)
Katie was not happy. As a matter of fact, she was nearly furious. Nothing during that morning's training session had gone right. Her beaters weren't lining up their shots, and when they did, they were weak. Sophie seemed to have developed early-onset blindness, as she couldn't catch a snitch if it were dancing around in front of her wearing a tea cozy.
Throwing herself down into her chair, she ran her hand back through her disheveled hair. This sort of performance did not bode well for the rest of the day, and she already had a sneaking suspicion that she would need to procure some migraine potion from Jonathan if things kept on this way.
Inhaling deeply, she tried to summon her inner peace, focusing on the breathing exercises Ali had taught her.
Birds chirping...
The sound of a gentle stream...
Fuck.
Brown eyes flashed open, alight with irritation. That meditation bullshite was worth bollocks, as far as she was concerned. She'd leave it to Ali, with her yoga and meditation and other mumbo-jumbo spiritual crap.
But she needed something to take her aggression out on.
She paused, lips twitching as an idea hit her, one that she'd always tried to block out whenever Romy had mentioned it. Of course, the entire team knew what had happened when Romy visited Oli over lunch, but she didn't want to bloody think about it. Oliver Wood was one of her oldest friends, practically a brother, and thinking about him having sex was like thinking about her actual brothers having sex.
Grabbing a quill and piece of parchment, she scribbled down a quick note.
Stewart,
If you can get to my office within ten minutes, you can do whatever you want to me. Or I'll do whatever I want to you. Either way, get over here.
Katie
She rose from her seat and crossed the room to where her owl sat waiting. Fastening the note to his foot, she opened the window and watched him soar out in the open air.
With a sigh, she went back to her desk and dropped into her chair. Nothing to do now but sit around and wait.
Thanking Merlin for the half-day training schedule, Stewart crumpled up the parchment and shoved it deep into his kit bag. After the requisite waving goodbye to team mates, the keeper Disapparated, popping into his loungeroom to dump the bag. His hair was still wet from his shower, but the tone of her owl led him to think Katie wouldn't mind.
Summoning a hoodie from his bedroom - one conveniently bare of any team allusions lest he encounter someone along the way, Stewart Apparated to the private point Katie had to access her office. He'd been growing hard since her rather insistent owl had dropped the parchment into his hand. Not bothering to knock, he entered her office, closing the door and leaning back against it with just a hint of a smirk.
"Bad day, love?"
Thank Merlin. "You have no idea," she said, rising from her chair. While she'd been waiting, she'd pulled her hair out of its windswept ponytail, and the brown waves hung freely around her shoulders. Already her skin was warming with desire, and her hands were itching to be on him as she crossed the room.
Her voice low and her expression inviting, she said, "But I'm hoping it's about to turn around, though." One hand fisted in his hoodie, jerking him closer to her. Their faces scant inches apart, Katie let the tension build for one second, then another, before she closed the gap between them with a heated kiss.
Grinning against her lips, Stewart all but devoured her mouth, running his hands down her back. There was an appreciative squeeze of toned bum before her hoisted her up and against him. She was soft, warm - no, hot - and his. With a moan, he turned and pinned her against the door. Much better.
The heat from his body was practically burning through her thin shirt, and an appreciative noise sounded in the back of her throat as the heels of her boots dug into the small of his back. She didn't want to break the kiss-- Merlin, did she not-- but she wanted to feel his bare skin against hers.
Seemingly delicate hands-- stronger than they looked-- tugged at his hoodie. "Off," she said, pulling back from the kiss, her breathing harsh and shaky. "Now."
"Someone's impatient," Stewart chuckled, leaning back far enough that he could shuck the jumper. He left his t-shirt on though - all the better to tease her with.
"Someone's observant," she retorted, hands going to the hem of his shirt and tugging upwards. It wasn't enough to have only the jumper out of the way, though it was a start. She wanted more. "I said off."
"Did you just?" Far from complying this time, he pressed her against the wall with his hips, freeing his hands to pin her wrists. "Can't always get what we want, Kates." Not bothering to wait for an answer, he went straight for her lips.
Oh, that bastard. He always picked the most inopportune moments to tease her. He knew how badly she wanted him, could feel it in the way her teeth nipped at his lower lip in punishment, how her body strained against his.
She gave a roll of her hips against his, moaning at the feeling of him against the most sensitive part of her. He was hard, and he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
He couldn't help but smirk, knowing and feeling how very frustrated she was. Perfect.
"What do you want, Kates?" His lips trailed down to her neck, leaving hers free to answer his question. His words were barely a breath against her skin, "tell me."
"You," she murmured breathily, still pressing against his restraints. "Want you."
"What do you want, Kates?" She was going to spell it out for him in dirty detail.
Growling in frustration, Katie turned her head and pulled his earlobe between her teeth, pressing down just hard enough to cause a little pain before she released it.
"I want you," she whispered, her breath hot in his ear, "to fuck me. Right here, right now. Is that clear enough for you?"
"Slow or fast? Gentle or hard? Come on, Kates, you're the Captain. Where's the direction, hmmm?"
She was going to kill him-- right after he'd done what she wanted. Twisting violently in his grasp, she managed to free one hand from his hold on her, and with a determined smirk, she fisted her hand in his hair and pulled, tight, bringing his face level with hers.
"Hard. Fast. And fuck all, Stewart, now." She was tired of games, tired of his teasing. She wanted what she wanted, and if he drew it out one more second, she was going to bloody murder him.
His hand slid to the button on her trou. "Magic word?" She was perfect like this; he was sorely tempted to leave her dangling for days.
Katie wanted to hit him. She wanted to push him away from her and make him leave her office. Desire was rapidly fading and being replaced by anger; fuck all, he was an arse. Always acting as if he could simply walk away from her, as if he didn't want her as much as she wanted him.
"Goddammit, you arse, please." And if you make me say it again, I will make you hurt.
"Good girl." He grinned, covering her lips and any ensuing answers with his own. A few seconds of silent spellwork and their remaining clothes were gone; it was so easy for his cock to plunge into the aching heat of her.
Her teeth sank into his lower lip, tugging before releasing on a long, low moan. Fingernails dug into his biceps, holding onto him as the hard width of him finally filled her; after all the teasing, all the tormenting, they were together.
"Yes," she whispered against his lips, hips rolling against his.
Stewart wasted no time; his thrusts were hard and demanding. Little Miss Katie was going to scream for him before he was done. She was light and lithe; easily enabling Stewart to fuck her into the wall.
Sharp sounds fell from her lips on every thrust, the momentum from his movements pressing her harder and harder into the wall. There would be bruises littered over her back, on her inner thighs, and where her fingertips grasped his skin, but neither paid any heed to the tingling pain. They were too caught up in the intensity of their coupling.
"Harder," she gasped, dropping her forehead to his shoulder.
Breathing hard, Stewart complied with a moan, desire burning through him. She wrapped around him; hot tight and his his his.
Her teeth sank into his neck as she clung to him, each rough thrust pushing her higher and higher towards climax. Already, she was close, just needing a little push before the release she'd been aching for was hers.
One hand slid to cover his, sliding it up from her hip until his warm palm covered one breast. She wanted to be touched, kissed; she wanted everything.
Needing no further encouragement, Stewart bent to the task at hand; rolling, squeezing, teasing. He could feel his body tightening as he thrust harder and deeper into her, the frames on the wall shuddering with the impact.
It hurt-- Katie knew that, recognized the fact in the back of her mind, but she was so far gone that she paid it no heed. Her body would be aching and sore for the rest of the day, and she'd carry the marks from this time for days to come. But none of that mattered; they were here, together, and Stewart was rutting against her like a man possessed.
His name was on her lips when she fell over the edge, her scream of pleasure muffled against his neck. Pleasure flooded through her veins, radiating out from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes.
Satisfaction filled him at the sound of his name, pouring from her lips as she came. Gritting his teeth as he fucked through the squeeze, Stewart continued to thrust, burning himself into her.
She whimpered softly, unable to do anything but cling to him as he continued to move. Her nails dug into the skin of his back, marking him with little crescent indentions. Despite the pain, she could already feel another climax creeping up on her, and her whimpers melded into another low moan.
"Come on, Katie," he urged, his voice all anticipation and need. He ignored it though, pushed it to the back of his mind as he pressed on, determined to bring her down around him again.
It didn't take much, she was already so sensitive from her last orgasm, and each thrust brushed against her tingling and swollen nub. Her toes curled in pleasure as she fell over the edge again, wordless moans and the clenching of her muscles around him signaling her second release.
"Good girl," he managed to bite out before the squeezing force of her climax tore his own from deep within. There was a moan he buried against her neck, her name barely discernible against heated flesh.
A spark of irritation flickered through her-- she wasn't a dog to be praised at performing-- but she dismissed it just as quickly as it had popped up. Her sweat-slickened skin prickled with gooseflesh at his breath against her neck, as she slowly became aware of other things, too.
Like the ache between her thighs, and the similar sensations all over her back.
"Stewart," she breathed in his ear, "off the door. Hurts."
Almost blindly, he complied, walking her over to set Katie on her desk before tumbling into her chair with a sigh. Automatically, one hand slipped around her calf, thumb stroking her soft skin.
"I love you." It came as a sigh, and he was halfway unsure if he'd meant to say it, but the more he thought on it, it was true. She might piss him off royally sometimes and hog the covers all the time, but he felt something, more than what he'd felt for anyone else.
The words were soft, but Katie felt as if he'd screamed them. She stilled, and the sudden pounding of her heart roared in her ears. Had she really heard what she thought she'd heard? Was he saying that he loved her, or that he loved having sex with her? Or was she imagining things?
She needed clarification. "What did you say?" she whispered, her gaze lifting to meet his. It felt like time had stopped, the entire universe freezing on whatever he might say next. Melodramatic, maybe, but Katie had been burned before, and she was wary of going through that again over a miscommunication.
"I," he swallowed, feeling like a school boy who'd been caught flinging bobotuber pus in the potions dungeon. "I love you, Kates." The way she beheld him, like a fleeing deer caught in bright lights, made him want to reach for some sort of an apology. Was he not meant to have said it? Did he do it wrong? He didn't have much practice, not with women at any rate. But it was true all the same.
Katie let out the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. Stewart loved her. He actually returned her feelings. And he'd said it first; in no other relationship had her partner been the first to declare feelings. It was part of the reason she'd been so scared to let him know how she felt. He'd never given any indication he wanted more from their relationship than the here and now.
Three words. Eight letters. But they meant so much.
A small, soft smile lit her features. "Good," she said, warmth replacing fear in her brown eyes. "Because I love you."
"Good," he echoed, tugging her into his lap. The pad of his thumb slid smooth circles on her thigh as Stewart pressed his lips to her hair; content.
SUMMARY: Katie needs a bit of stress relief (in the form of her boyfriend), and the couple come to a realization.
Throwing herself down into her chair, she ran her hand back through her disheveled hair. This sort of performance did not bode well for the rest of the day, and she already had a sneaking suspicion that she would need to procure some migraine potion from Jonathan if things kept on this way.
Inhaling deeply, she tried to summon her inner peace, focusing on the breathing exercises Ali had taught her.
Birds chirping...
The sound of a gentle stream...
Fuck.
Brown eyes flashed open, alight with irritation. That meditation bullshite was worth bollocks, as far as she was concerned. She'd leave it to Ali, with her yoga and meditation and other mumbo-jumbo spiritual crap.
But she needed something to take her aggression out on.
She paused, lips twitching as an idea hit her, one that she'd always tried to block out whenever Romy had mentioned it. Of course, the entire team knew what had happened when Romy visited Oli over lunch, but she didn't want to bloody think about it. Oliver Wood was one of her oldest friends, practically a brother, and thinking about him having sex was like thinking about her actual brothers having sex.
Grabbing a quill and piece of parchment, she scribbled down a quick note.
Stewart,
If you can get to my office within ten minutes, you can do whatever you want to me. Or I'll do whatever I want to you. Either way, get over here.
Katie
She rose from her seat and crossed the room to where her owl sat waiting. Fastening the note to his foot, she opened the window and watched him soar out in the open air.
With a sigh, she went back to her desk and dropped into her chair. Nothing to do now but sit around and wait.
Thanking Merlin for the half-day training schedule, Stewart crumpled up the parchment and shoved it deep into his kit bag. After the requisite waving goodbye to team mates, the keeper Disapparated, popping into his loungeroom to dump the bag. His hair was still wet from his shower, but the tone of her owl led him to think Katie wouldn't mind.
Summoning a hoodie from his bedroom - one conveniently bare of any team allusions lest he encounter someone along the way, Stewart Apparated to the private point Katie had to access her office. He'd been growing hard since her rather insistent owl had dropped the parchment into his hand. Not bothering to knock, he entered her office, closing the door and leaning back against it with just a hint of a smirk.
"Bad day, love?"
Thank Merlin. "You have no idea," she said, rising from her chair. While she'd been waiting, she'd pulled her hair out of its windswept ponytail, and the brown waves hung freely around her shoulders. Already her skin was warming with desire, and her hands were itching to be on him as she crossed the room.
Her voice low and her expression inviting, she said, "But I'm hoping it's about to turn around, though." One hand fisted in his hoodie, jerking him closer to her. Their faces scant inches apart, Katie let the tension build for one second, then another, before she closed the gap between them with a heated kiss.
Grinning against her lips, Stewart all but devoured her mouth, running his hands down her back. There was an appreciative squeeze of toned bum before her hoisted her up and against him. She was soft, warm - no, hot - and his. With a moan, he turned and pinned her against the door. Much better.
The heat from his body was practically burning through her thin shirt, and an appreciative noise sounded in the back of her throat as the heels of her boots dug into the small of his back. She didn't want to break the kiss-- Merlin, did she not-- but she wanted to feel his bare skin against hers.
Seemingly delicate hands-- stronger than they looked-- tugged at his hoodie. "Off," she said, pulling back from the kiss, her breathing harsh and shaky. "Now."
"Someone's impatient," Stewart chuckled, leaning back far enough that he could shuck the jumper. He left his t-shirt on though - all the better to tease her with.
"Someone's observant," she retorted, hands going to the hem of his shirt and tugging upwards. It wasn't enough to have only the jumper out of the way, though it was a start. She wanted more. "I said off."
"Did you just?" Far from complying this time, he pressed her against the wall with his hips, freeing his hands to pin her wrists. "Can't always get what we want, Kates." Not bothering to wait for an answer, he went straight for her lips.
Oh, that bastard. He always picked the most inopportune moments to tease her. He knew how badly she wanted him, could feel it in the way her teeth nipped at his lower lip in punishment, how her body strained against his.
She gave a roll of her hips against his, moaning at the feeling of him against the most sensitive part of her. He was hard, and he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
He couldn't help but smirk, knowing and feeling how very frustrated she was. Perfect.
"What do you want, Kates?" His lips trailed down to her neck, leaving hers free to answer his question. His words were barely a breath against her skin, "tell me."
"You," she murmured breathily, still pressing against his restraints. "Want you."
"What do you want, Kates?" She was going to spell it out for him in dirty detail.
Growling in frustration, Katie turned her head and pulled his earlobe between her teeth, pressing down just hard enough to cause a little pain before she released it.
"I want you," she whispered, her breath hot in his ear, "to fuck me. Right here, right now. Is that clear enough for you?"
"Slow or fast? Gentle or hard? Come on, Kates, you're the Captain. Where's the direction, hmmm?"
She was going to kill him-- right after he'd done what she wanted. Twisting violently in his grasp, she managed to free one hand from his hold on her, and with a determined smirk, she fisted her hand in his hair and pulled, tight, bringing his face level with hers.
"Hard. Fast. And fuck all, Stewart, now." She was tired of games, tired of his teasing. She wanted what she wanted, and if he drew it out one more second, she was going to bloody murder him.
His hand slid to the button on her trou. "Magic word?" She was perfect like this; he was sorely tempted to leave her dangling for days.
Katie wanted to hit him. She wanted to push him away from her and make him leave her office. Desire was rapidly fading and being replaced by anger; fuck all, he was an arse. Always acting as if he could simply walk away from her, as if he didn't want her as much as she wanted him.
"Goddammit, you arse, please." And if you make me say it again, I will make you hurt.
"Good girl." He grinned, covering her lips and any ensuing answers with his own. A few seconds of silent spellwork and their remaining clothes were gone; it was so easy for his cock to plunge into the aching heat of her.
Her teeth sank into his lower lip, tugging before releasing on a long, low moan. Fingernails dug into his biceps, holding onto him as the hard width of him finally filled her; after all the teasing, all the tormenting, they were together.
"Yes," she whispered against his lips, hips rolling against his.
Stewart wasted no time; his thrusts were hard and demanding. Little Miss Katie was going to scream for him before he was done. She was light and lithe; easily enabling Stewart to fuck her into the wall.
Sharp sounds fell from her lips on every thrust, the momentum from his movements pressing her harder and harder into the wall. There would be bruises littered over her back, on her inner thighs, and where her fingertips grasped his skin, but neither paid any heed to the tingling pain. They were too caught up in the intensity of their coupling.
"Harder," she gasped, dropping her forehead to his shoulder.
Breathing hard, Stewart complied with a moan, desire burning through him. She wrapped around him; hot tight and his his his.
Her teeth sank into his neck as she clung to him, each rough thrust pushing her higher and higher towards climax. Already, she was close, just needing a little push before the release she'd been aching for was hers.
One hand slid to cover his, sliding it up from her hip until his warm palm covered one breast. She wanted to be touched, kissed; she wanted everything.
Needing no further encouragement, Stewart bent to the task at hand; rolling, squeezing, teasing. He could feel his body tightening as he thrust harder and deeper into her, the frames on the wall shuddering with the impact.
It hurt-- Katie knew that, recognized the fact in the back of her mind, but she was so far gone that she paid it no heed. Her body would be aching and sore for the rest of the day, and she'd carry the marks from this time for days to come. But none of that mattered; they were here, together, and Stewart was rutting against her like a man possessed.
His name was on her lips when she fell over the edge, her scream of pleasure muffled against his neck. Pleasure flooded through her veins, radiating out from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes.
Satisfaction filled him at the sound of his name, pouring from her lips as she came. Gritting his teeth as he fucked through the squeeze, Stewart continued to thrust, burning himself into her.
She whimpered softly, unable to do anything but cling to him as he continued to move. Her nails dug into the skin of his back, marking him with little crescent indentions. Despite the pain, she could already feel another climax creeping up on her, and her whimpers melded into another low moan.
"Come on, Katie," he urged, his voice all anticipation and need. He ignored it though, pushed it to the back of his mind as he pressed on, determined to bring her down around him again.
It didn't take much, she was already so sensitive from her last orgasm, and each thrust brushed against her tingling and swollen nub. Her toes curled in pleasure as she fell over the edge again, wordless moans and the clenching of her muscles around him signaling her second release.
"Good girl," he managed to bite out before the squeezing force of her climax tore his own from deep within. There was a moan he buried against her neck, her name barely discernible against heated flesh.
A spark of irritation flickered through her-- she wasn't a dog to be praised at performing-- but she dismissed it just as quickly as it had popped up. Her sweat-slickened skin prickled with gooseflesh at his breath against her neck, as she slowly became aware of other things, too.
Like the ache between her thighs, and the similar sensations all over her back.
"Stewart," she breathed in his ear, "off the door. Hurts."
Almost blindly, he complied, walking her over to set Katie on her desk before tumbling into her chair with a sigh. Automatically, one hand slipped around her calf, thumb stroking her soft skin.
"I love you." It came as a sigh, and he was halfway unsure if he'd meant to say it, but the more he thought on it, it was true. She might piss him off royally sometimes and hog the covers all the time, but he felt something, more than what he'd felt for anyone else.
The words were soft, but Katie felt as if he'd screamed them. She stilled, and the sudden pounding of her heart roared in her ears. Had she really heard what she thought she'd heard? Was he saying that he loved her, or that he loved having sex with her? Or was she imagining things?
She needed clarification. "What did you say?" she whispered, her gaze lifting to meet his. It felt like time had stopped, the entire universe freezing on whatever he might say next. Melodramatic, maybe, but Katie had been burned before, and she was wary of going through that again over a miscommunication.
"I," he swallowed, feeling like a school boy who'd been caught flinging bobotuber pus in the potions dungeon. "I love you, Kates." The way she beheld him, like a fleeing deer caught in bright lights, made him want to reach for some sort of an apology. Was he not meant to have said it? Did he do it wrong? He didn't have much practice, not with women at any rate. But it was true all the same.
Katie let out the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. Stewart loved her. He actually returned her feelings. And he'd said it first; in no other relationship had her partner been the first to declare feelings. It was part of the reason she'd been so scared to let him know how she felt. He'd never given any indication he wanted more from their relationship than the here and now.
Three words. Eight letters. But they meant so much.
A small, soft smile lit her features. "Good," she said, warmth replacing fear in her brown eyes. "Because I love you."
"Good," he echoed, tugging her into his lap. The pad of his thumb slid smooth circles on her thigh as Stewart pressed his lips to her hair; content.
SUMMARY: Katie needs a bit of stress relief (in the form of her boyfriend), and the couple come to a realization.