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Happy Birthday, Kaz!
Title: Unimaginable
Author/"Artist": Lunalelle
Pairing: Bill/Millicent
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word count: 450 words
Medium: Pencil
Summary: He would never have imagined it. For kaz814.
He never quite imagined that he would ever have a partner. Especially not one of the Slytherin variety. Or of the female variety, for that matter. He thought he had done well enough on his own - he gathered plenty of gold for the goblins. The curses were always broken with the fewest casualties. He was a fine man with a few scars that had finally scared away Fleur when the novelty of caring for the ugly man wore off. He enjoyed the bachelor life again where he could pay for some lovely lady to forget his appearance for the night. He didn't want anyone else in his life, even in an apprenticeship/partner capacity.
The first thing he thought when he was introduced to Millicent Bulstrode was that this girl could beat him up if she wanted to. She was a tall girl - not quite his height, but still tall - solid and curvy, with a strong jaw that bespoke of her clear determination and strength of will. The goblin who brought her to him had an expression, which they usually reserved for other goblins.
She invaded his life like a pernicious weed, but even as he reeled from the experience of having everything he did observed, occasionally criticized, and having to go through the motions of teaching when he did not have a clue what he was doing, he let her in more and more without even thinking. Eventually, he stopped reserving two rooms or flats for them, instead reserving one. There was usually an extra bed or a sofa anyway.
She did not share his bed until about six months into their partnership. He had not even realized that they were technically dating until that evening when he paid for their meal without thinking and complimented her on her dress. He could help but notice her breasts and hips as they walked home.
He was still wondering when they had come to the arm-around-the-shoulder stage when her hands were in his hair and her lips were on his and they were moaning and desperately touching each other against the hotel room door. She was the aggressor, pulling off his shirt and nibbling his neck, licking every scar before taking his lower lip between her teeth.
The headiness of her tongue and hands and the sound of her whimpers and urgency and being inside of her with her riding him, her breasts in his hands... all of it was just too much. He finally caught up with himself after they lay, limbs tangled, breathing deep and sated, in Bill's bed. Her fingernails traced his chest, and her mouth was open against his shoulder.
Who would have imagined?
Title: Unimaginable
Author/"Artist": Lunalelle
Pairing: Bill/Millicent
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word count: 450 words
Medium: Pencil
Summary: He would never have imagined it. For kaz814.
He never quite imagined that he would ever have a partner. Especially not one of the Slytherin variety. Or of the female variety, for that matter. He thought he had done well enough on his own - he gathered plenty of gold for the goblins. The curses were always broken with the fewest casualties. He was a fine man with a few scars that had finally scared away Fleur when the novelty of caring for the ugly man wore off. He enjoyed the bachelor life again where he could pay for some lovely lady to forget his appearance for the night. He didn't want anyone else in his life, even in an apprenticeship/partner capacity.
The first thing he thought when he was introduced to Millicent Bulstrode was that this girl could beat him up if she wanted to. She was a tall girl - not quite his height, but still tall - solid and curvy, with a strong jaw that bespoke of her clear determination and strength of will. The goblin who brought her to him had an expression, which they usually reserved for other goblins.
She invaded his life like a pernicious weed, but even as he reeled from the experience of having everything he did observed, occasionally criticized, and having to go through the motions of teaching when he did not have a clue what he was doing, he let her in more and more without even thinking. Eventually, he stopped reserving two rooms or flats for them, instead reserving one. There was usually an extra bed or a sofa anyway.
She did not share his bed until about six months into their partnership. He had not even realized that they were technically dating until that evening when he paid for their meal without thinking and complimented her on her dress. He could help but notice her breasts and hips as they walked home.
He was still wondering when they had come to the arm-around-the-shoulder stage when her hands were in his hair and her lips were on his and they were moaning and desperately touching each other against the hotel room door. She was the aggressor, pulling off his shirt and nibbling his neck, licking every scar before taking his lower lip between her teeth.
The headiness of her tongue and hands and the sound of her whimpers and urgency and being inside of her with her riding him, her breasts in his hands... all of it was just too much. He finally caught up with himself after they lay, limbs tangled, breathing deep and sated, in Bill's bed. Her fingernails traced his chest, and her mouth was open against his shoulder.
Who would have imagined?