A Gift For maraudersaffair: We Said Last Time Would Be The Last, (Draco/Lily Luna)
Author: letsdothepanic
Recipient: maraudersaffair
Title: We Said Last Time Would Be The Last
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: NC-17/E
Word Count/Art Medium: 1,5k
Summary: Lily knew where the conversation was headed, so she decided not to have it at all.
Author's Notes: Thank you, B, for the beta work! Any remaining mistakes are my own.
Warnings for: Significant age gap (Lily Luna should be around 25, making Draco 53 or so), hinted former student/teacher relationship and explicit sexual content.
Dear Maraudersaffair, I had a lot of fun with your wish list! Hope you’ll like the story. Happy holidays! :)
We shouldn’t, she knew he was about to say, but she kissed it away from his lips. We said last time would be the last, she could feel the words forming on his tongue as he curled it around hers, and yet Lily pressed her body closer to his, tightened her grip to his dress robes and moaned into his mouth before he opened it to protest.
They’d had that conversation before, more than once, and yet again they had ended up kissing in the hallway leading away from the terrace Saint Mungo’s kept for social functions like the one they were attending. She could still hear the faint sound of Christmas carols, reminding them of where they were. It didn’t keep her from pulling him in.
“Lily,” he called. She could feel his self-control wavering. She ran her fingers through his fine, silvery hair, and took pleasure in knowing she was messing it up.
Lily refrained from calling his name. Especially because her instinct was to call him Healer Malfoy, of all things.
They were both healers now, she thought as her lips found his jaw. He was not her teacher anymore, she wanted to tell him, too distracted by the way his hard-on pressed against her stomach.
She guided him into the nearest closed room, an office of some sort. Lily was pleased to see him panting. That had always been one of her favourite things, to see him come undone, his guarded pose slipping. That and maybe his laugh; the one that was rare and warm and deeper than his speaking voice. The one that made Lily’s heart ache and made her want to squeeze her thighs together every time he gave her class a lecture.
Her fingers trembled on his buttons, but she did her best to hide it. She got his robes open, then his trousers. He brushed her hair away from her forehead, and the look on his face was so fond it made her feel faint.
Poor Healer Malfoy, she had heard her mentor say. After everything that’d happened to his now late wife, after all those horrible rumours, after all that’d happened to his son in year four. Lily had heard about all that. She had heard about it at home and at the hospital, where people gossiped almost as much as they worked. She had heard it all through her training, from her friends and classmates and her ex-fiancé.
Healer Malfoy didn’t feel worthy of pity now; with his pants pushed down his thighs, cock jutting out proud and hard from a whirl of golden curls.
“Lily,” he called again, breathless. She closed her fingers around his shaft, and the weight of him on her hand made her dizzy. She refused to feel ashamed about it. Even if she did not buy into all the buzz about sex and empowerment, she did feel good there, giving him pleasure. It made her shudder, her knickers wet.
“C’mere,” he called, tugging on her hair to made her head tilt up. She wanted him to pull harder, Lily thought as she looked up at him, without letting go of his cock. She wanted him to drape her across his lap and spank her until her bum was red and she was crying from the need of release.
He would never, she thought, sadly. He wouldn’t let himself lose control to that point, at least not until they found a way to untangle themselves from this situation that seemed impossible to straighten out.
“On the desk,” he told her. She didn’t need to hear it again. It would be funny, how he had to take short steps towards her, movements restricted by his clothes that were barely half off. Lily didn’t feel like laughing, though.
She wrapped her legs around him when he was close enough, her evening gown bunched all the way up.
His cock felt amazing against her cunt when she moved and felt the heat of him through her soaked knickers. She could come from this, Lily thought for a dazed moment, moaning against his neck, tightening her grip around his middle.
“So wet for me, aren’t you.”
It wasn’t a question. Bloody hell it wasn’t, because he knew it. She had sought him out, hadn’t she? She had made small talk and laughed politely at everyone’s jokes and asked the people around them about their families and their holiday plans. She had been perfect the whole night, telling people about her brothers and her cousins and- Lily pushed the thoughts of her relatives away from her mind.
He pulled away.
Lily opened her mouth to protest, but then there he was, kneeling in front of her. His grey eyes were so intent, she thought, and then they were shut. His strong fingers were sinking into her thighs as he pulled her closer, spread her legs and licked.
He pressed his nose against the thin fabric of her underwear and Lily cried out. She had no clue what to do with her hands. A murmured spell later and her knickers were gone. He was all over her: lapping at her slit, tongue delving into her as she shook and moaned. He rubbed his rough cheek against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and Lily thought she might die for a second.
He kissed her folds slowly, and it was so gentle she thought she wouldn’t be able to take it.
More, Lily wanted to scream. Please, she was ready to say, but it proved unnecessary. It took a bit of effort, but she inched closer, opened her legs further, pressed her heels into his shoulder blades. His lips found her clit- finally! She would have cried, but she was too close. All he had to do was suckle, once or twice, and there it was. Lily quivered, her heart beating way too fast as she felt the pleasure bloom inside her.
“Ride me.”
She felt faint. Lily didn’t trust her legs to keep her standing, and it took her what felt like whole minutes to register that he had summoned a chair to sit on. His trousers were all the way off, his dress robes open and still hanging from his shoulders. His lips were shiny with her slick and it was almost too hot.
He tasted like her when she kissed him. It was sweet and a tad bit astringent, and Lily wasn’t sure she liked it, but it didn’t matter. It was so easy to sink down on his cock, and it was so hard not to moan when he grabbed onto her buttocks, almost hard enough to hurt.
“Yes,” he moaned. Lily could feel him inside her, and she ground her almost oversensitive clit against his pelvic bone every time they moved. It was a different feeling, this way. She could feel it in her stomach, in the way every muscle seemed to tighten. She bounced on his lap almost frantically, his lithe arms strong around her middle.
His voice was thick with want when he called her name again. She could hear him groan, feel him throb inside her. Lily tried to hold it, tried to wait, but it was useless. Her walls were clenching around his length and she came again, not sure if he would follow.
“Lily,” he called for the third time. His arms were still around her, and she was grateful.
He had her.
“As I was saying before you interrupted me.”
We shouldn’t. We said last time would be the last.
Lily held his gaze, climbing off his lap as gracefully as she could manage. His come dribbled down her thigh as she straightened her dress, knickers be damned.
He rose from the chair and zipped himself up. Pulling his wand from an inner pocket of his robes, he charmed his shirt straight, as if it has just been pressed.
He reached for her hand.
“Merry Christmas.”
Lily was startled by the pull of Apparition. She stumbled when they landed in what looked like a very posh sitting room, finely decorated for the holidays. The air smelled fresh and earthy, like a pine forest. She looked at him and gaped, wrapping her arms around herself, feeling wrong-footed. She feared a full party was about to show up around them, while she was all sticky and dishevelled.
“Don’t you like it?”
He looked heartbroken. Her stomach turned.
“I wanted to bring you here. I had this done for you.”
Lily felt her eyes prickle.
“You’re not my teacher anymore.”
It was the first thing she had said in hours, it felt.
“I am not.”
“And we’re both healers now.”
“We are.”
“So you were not about to send me on my way after fucking me in Smethwyck’s office.”
He shook his head.
She felt her cheeks burn.
“Thank you, Draco. It’s beautiful.”
He let out a deep breath and closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her once more. He kissed her gently and pet her hair. She sighed happily and rested her head on his chest.
“Oh, and Merry Christmas to you, too.”
Recipient: maraudersaffair
Title: We Said Last Time Would Be The Last
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: NC-17/E
Word Count/Art Medium: 1,5k
Summary: Lily knew where the conversation was headed, so she decided not to have it at all.
Author's Notes: Thank you, B, for the beta work! Any remaining mistakes are my own.
Warnings for: Significant age gap (Lily Luna should be around 25, making Draco 53 or so), hinted former student/teacher relationship and explicit sexual content.
Dear Maraudersaffair, I had a lot of fun with your wish list! Hope you’ll like the story. Happy holidays! :)
We shouldn’t, she knew he was about to say, but she kissed it away from his lips. We said last time would be the last, she could feel the words forming on his tongue as he curled it around hers, and yet Lily pressed her body closer to his, tightened her grip to his dress robes and moaned into his mouth before he opened it to protest.
They’d had that conversation before, more than once, and yet again they had ended up kissing in the hallway leading away from the terrace Saint Mungo’s kept for social functions like the one they were attending. She could still hear the faint sound of Christmas carols, reminding them of where they were. It didn’t keep her from pulling him in.
“Lily,” he called. She could feel his self-control wavering. She ran her fingers through his fine, silvery hair, and took pleasure in knowing she was messing it up.
Lily refrained from calling his name. Especially because her instinct was to call him Healer Malfoy, of all things.
They were both healers now, she thought as her lips found his jaw. He was not her teacher anymore, she wanted to tell him, too distracted by the way his hard-on pressed against her stomach.
She guided him into the nearest closed room, an office of some sort. Lily was pleased to see him panting. That had always been one of her favourite things, to see him come undone, his guarded pose slipping. That and maybe his laugh; the one that was rare and warm and deeper than his speaking voice. The one that made Lily’s heart ache and made her want to squeeze her thighs together every time he gave her class a lecture.
Her fingers trembled on his buttons, but she did her best to hide it. She got his robes open, then his trousers. He brushed her hair away from her forehead, and the look on his face was so fond it made her feel faint.
Poor Healer Malfoy, she had heard her mentor say. After everything that’d happened to his now late wife, after all those horrible rumours, after all that’d happened to his son in year four. Lily had heard about all that. She had heard about it at home and at the hospital, where people gossiped almost as much as they worked. She had heard it all through her training, from her friends and classmates and her ex-fiancé.
Healer Malfoy didn’t feel worthy of pity now; with his pants pushed down his thighs, cock jutting out proud and hard from a whirl of golden curls.
“Lily,” he called again, breathless. She closed her fingers around his shaft, and the weight of him on her hand made her dizzy. She refused to feel ashamed about it. Even if she did not buy into all the buzz about sex and empowerment, she did feel good there, giving him pleasure. It made her shudder, her knickers wet.
“C’mere,” he called, tugging on her hair to made her head tilt up. She wanted him to pull harder, Lily thought as she looked up at him, without letting go of his cock. She wanted him to drape her across his lap and spank her until her bum was red and she was crying from the need of release.
He would never, she thought, sadly. He wouldn’t let himself lose control to that point, at least not until they found a way to untangle themselves from this situation that seemed impossible to straighten out.
“On the desk,” he told her. She didn’t need to hear it again. It would be funny, how he had to take short steps towards her, movements restricted by his clothes that were barely half off. Lily didn’t feel like laughing, though.
She wrapped her legs around him when he was close enough, her evening gown bunched all the way up.
His cock felt amazing against her cunt when she moved and felt the heat of him through her soaked knickers. She could come from this, Lily thought for a dazed moment, moaning against his neck, tightening her grip around his middle.
“So wet for me, aren’t you.”
It wasn’t a question. Bloody hell it wasn’t, because he knew it. She had sought him out, hadn’t she? She had made small talk and laughed politely at everyone’s jokes and asked the people around them about their families and their holiday plans. She had been perfect the whole night, telling people about her brothers and her cousins and- Lily pushed the thoughts of her relatives away from her mind.
He pulled away.
Lily opened her mouth to protest, but then there he was, kneeling in front of her. His grey eyes were so intent, she thought, and then they were shut. His strong fingers were sinking into her thighs as he pulled her closer, spread her legs and licked.
He pressed his nose against the thin fabric of her underwear and Lily cried out. She had no clue what to do with her hands. A murmured spell later and her knickers were gone. He was all over her: lapping at her slit, tongue delving into her as she shook and moaned. He rubbed his rough cheek against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and Lily thought she might die for a second.
He kissed her folds slowly, and it was so gentle she thought she wouldn’t be able to take it.
More, Lily wanted to scream. Please, she was ready to say, but it proved unnecessary. It took a bit of effort, but she inched closer, opened her legs further, pressed her heels into his shoulder blades. His lips found her clit- finally! She would have cried, but she was too close. All he had to do was suckle, once or twice, and there it was. Lily quivered, her heart beating way too fast as she felt the pleasure bloom inside her.
“Ride me.”
She felt faint. Lily didn’t trust her legs to keep her standing, and it took her what felt like whole minutes to register that he had summoned a chair to sit on. His trousers were all the way off, his dress robes open and still hanging from his shoulders. His lips were shiny with her slick and it was almost too hot.
He tasted like her when she kissed him. It was sweet and a tad bit astringent, and Lily wasn’t sure she liked it, but it didn’t matter. It was so easy to sink down on his cock, and it was so hard not to moan when he grabbed onto her buttocks, almost hard enough to hurt.
“Yes,” he moaned. Lily could feel him inside her, and she ground her almost oversensitive clit against his pelvic bone every time they moved. It was a different feeling, this way. She could feel it in her stomach, in the way every muscle seemed to tighten. She bounced on his lap almost frantically, his lithe arms strong around her middle.
His voice was thick with want when he called her name again. She could hear him groan, feel him throb inside her. Lily tried to hold it, tried to wait, but it was useless. Her walls were clenching around his length and she came again, not sure if he would follow.
“Lily,” he called for the third time. His arms were still around her, and she was grateful.
He had her.
“As I was saying before you interrupted me.”
We shouldn’t. We said last time would be the last.
Lily held his gaze, climbing off his lap as gracefully as she could manage. His come dribbled down her thigh as she straightened her dress, knickers be damned.
He rose from the chair and zipped himself up. Pulling his wand from an inner pocket of his robes, he charmed his shirt straight, as if it has just been pressed.
He reached for her hand.
“Merry Christmas.”
Lily was startled by the pull of Apparition. She stumbled when they landed in what looked like a very posh sitting room, finely decorated for the holidays. The air smelled fresh and earthy, like a pine forest. She looked at him and gaped, wrapping her arms around herself, feeling wrong-footed. She feared a full party was about to show up around them, while she was all sticky and dishevelled.
“Don’t you like it?”
He looked heartbroken. Her stomach turned.
“I wanted to bring you here. I had this done for you.”
Lily felt her eyes prickle.
“You’re not my teacher anymore.”
It was the first thing she had said in hours, it felt.
“I am not.”
“And we’re both healers now.”
“We are.”
“So you were not about to send me on my way after fucking me in Smethwyck’s office.”
He shook his head.
She felt her cheeks burn.
“Thank you, Draco. It’s beautiful.”
He let out a deep breath and closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her once more. He kissed her gently and pet her hair. She sighed happily and rested her head on his chest.
“Oh, and Merry Christmas to you, too.”