RP: Island getaway
Date: 23 September 2005
Characters: Mandy Brocklehurst, Zach Smith
Location: Mandy's flat and her family's home in Northumberland
Status: Private
Summary: Mandy needs to check on the wards around her family's home. Zach comes along for help and company.
Completion: Incomplete.
( It had felt terribly lonely to visit the deserted place in the spring. This time, she was bringing a friend along for company. )
Characters: Mandy Brocklehurst, Zach Smith
Location: Mandy's flat and her family's home in Northumberland
Status: Private
Summary: Mandy needs to check on the wards around her family's home. Zach comes along for help and company.
Completion: Incomplete.
( It had felt terribly lonely to visit the deserted place in the spring. This time, she was bringing a friend along for company. )
Her hand moved between her legs, her fingers gliding back and forth across her clit, and her fingertips kept hitting his cock as he slid in and out and that was hotter than he'd ever imagined.
It was too fast, too hard, too rough, and he bit her again, unable to slow down because he was already so close he could taste it. Her words made him shake his head and fuck her harder, because he could feel how tight she was around him, getting tighter all the time and her hand sped up as he pushed them both right to the razor edge.
"Yes, you can, let me feel it, come on, love. Give it... ah..." Her orgasm was almost violent and she convulsed against him and he held her tighter, shoving in deep and holding as he exploded. Reaching blindly forward, he braced himself on the window with one hand, holding her limp form with the other, not very steady at all himself.
It took a moment of gasping and wondering if his heart would beat out of his chest before he had the energy to do anything but stand there and clutch her around her waist.
"Hey," he whispered shakily, pulling her up and back against his chest. The angle was wrong and he slipped out, feeling come drip down over his cock as it slid out of her body. He was too fucking tired at the moment to worry about making a mess. "Are you all right?" he asked softly, kissing her cheek as he reached up to stroke his fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her brow.
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And Zach behind her, talking to her in a low croaky voice, still clutching her tight by the waist, pulling her upright now to lean against his chest where she could feel his heart pounding. Her own pulse was racing, her breath still going in shocked little hiccups and gasps.
He'd slid out now and she was sore, there was no denying that, even as wet as she'd been. His come trickled warm out of her and down her inner thighs, mingling with her own sticky wetness. She was dazed and unsteady as she turned in his arms, nearly stumbling in the trousers that had fallen to her calves, feeling ever so slightly ridiculous wearing only those and her sturdy hiker boots. She clutched hard around his waist and burrowed her face against his shoulder. "Yeah, I'm all right. It was ... different. So ... intense. I ... I came so hard." She took a shaky breath, feeling more than a little vulnerable in the aftermath. "I'm all bare-arsed here, Smith. Please don't laugh at me," she whispered.
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"Different. Different good? Or different bad?" he asked quietly. "I came hard, too, thought I was going to pass out. You're lucky I didn't drop us both. But I figured I'd get my arse beat if I did something so very ungraceful as that, so I managed to hold it together. Just to save my own arse, you understand."
He kissed her hair and smiled before pulling back and tipping her chin up so he could look in her eyes. "I wouldn't laugh at you, Beauty. I think you look like a wet dream come true and I'll be wanking to this memory for the next month." He glanced down at her and gave a low growl before clearing his throat and tearing his eyes away from her body. "Amazing," he murmured, looking into her eyes.
Finally feeling stable enough, he reached for his wand and cleaned them both quickly before kneeling down, foregoing his own trousers which were still around his hips, and tugging up hers instead. He slipped her knickers over her hips and kissed her right in the middle of those soft curls before covering them with the delicate material. The trousers followed and he buttoned her up, stood, lifted her off her feet, and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.
"Now, I can get your shirt... but I really don't wanna," he said, smiling down at her before leaning in for a kiss. "Are you all right? Did I hurt you?"
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"And I knew you'd never drop me. Even if it's just to save your own arse." She smiled. "I trust you, you know that."
He knew her so well, knew how to calm the odd little insecurities she was prone to. He reassured her that she looked desirable, not ridiculous, with a playful sweetness that made her hold even more tightly around him, and then cleaned her up and helped her get her knickers and jeans back on. She stood slightly swaying and meeting his gaze as he looked up at her, and then held on with her arms around his neck when he lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
"No, you don't have to get my shirt ... not yet. Just you to hold me will do," she said, kissing him softly as he leaned down. With an effort, she managed to scoot over enough to make room for him, too lazy to care that their boots were still on and her mum would've hexed them both to see them lie on the nice lace bedspread like that. It actually amused her to think that her mum would probably have been at least as shocked by that as by what had happened right before it. Not that she wasn't very glad her mum didn't know about that.
"Didn't hurt. I was--" Mandy blushed, crawling into his embrace as he lay down, and wrapped her arms around him. "Um ... wet enough. A bit sore now but that's okay. Like feeling it after a workout," she said with a shy grin.
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"I know you do. I trust you too."
He slid into bed beside of her, propped up on one elbow, and pulled her close to his chest. "Good. I'd prefer you naked, but if all I can get is half-naked, I'll take it any day. And you were extremely wet. I loved it." He kissed her lips, her chin, her cheeks and ended back at those sweet lips again. "Loved every second of it. Always love being with you." He let his hand drift down over her hip, then carefully between her thighs. "Didn't mean to make you sore, love."
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In the bed, she curled up close to him, as close as she could get, closing her eyes. It wasn't how she'd planned to start the day, but she wasn't complaining. Plans often went awry when she was with Zach because they could distract each other with a word or a joke or a glance, and she liked it that way. Her life had enough schedules in it anyway and she still had the whole day to do the work on the island wards.
"It's okay to be a bit sore. Feels good, in a way, because it's part of the whole," she explained, smiling as she felt his hand there, so very gentle now. "And I love being with you too. Always." She paused, her mouth straying over the warm skin just above the neckline of his T-shirt, his pulse beating right under her lips. "Actually, I think that's what ... shocks me, at times, that I can't hold back, with you. Because I know you so well, trust you so much to ... to catch me no matter what. And it's good, you know, to give in like that? But so intense, at times. Not used to being that naked, but I love that you ... that you make me. That you let me." His hands were petting her, slow soothing strokes and she could feel how carefully he listened, but she wasn't sure she was able to make sense to him of the jumbled logic she was grasping at. "I talk too much -- think too much," she whispered in apology. "Pitfalls of bedding a Ravenclaw girl."
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He listened as she talked, her soft voice lulling him to calm down a bit more. His breathing was evening out and he stroked her hair and her back as she spoke.
He wondered if she knew just how much of a hold she had on him.
"It's nice to let go," he said softly. He knew, he'd been with Wayne enough, had to let go in areas he didn't think he'd be able to. "Even if you don't think you can... especially if you don't think you can." He kissed her hair. "I'm so glad that you trust me that much. I'll always catch you. I promise."
He chuckled at her last comment. "First off, I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you talk and I love that you're so damn smart. As for bedding Ravenclaw girls..." He grinned. "The last four were pretty quiet, but the two before that were chatty as well. Kidding!" he said quickly, before she could smack him. "Just kidding." He waited a beat. "They all talked nonstop," he deadpanned.
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And then her sweet, sensitive lover went and turned total prat on her in an instant. She hoisted herself up on an elbow, looking sternly down in his face, nearly bursting on an insane fit of giggles. His lazy grin made it even harder to look appropriately threatening.
"You know," she said, "that is a very charming smile. Such a pity that I will have to make you cry now."
Wasting no more time, her fingers flew to his ribs and poked him, tickling mercilessly while she scooted back to the wall, trying to hold him at arm's length. There was only one drawback to this form of punishment, which was that she was about twenty times more ticklish than Zach was. The moment she saw him moving towards her she squealed. "I surrender! White flag!" Snorting giggles she grabbed a corner of the white lace bedspread and waved it, weak with mirth as she tried to dodge his hands.
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Considering she was propped up on one elbow, completely bare from the waist up, with so much soft skin and long sleek hair tumbling over her shoulders... he didn't fight. Much.
Laughing, he attempted to block most of her attempts as she tickled him without pausing to let him catch his breath. Finally, he reached toward her to retaliate and she squeaked, such a bloody cute sound, and giggling, started waving the edge of the bedspread.
Grinning, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her back into the middle of the bed, pinning her arms above her head. "So," he said slyly. "Does that make you my prisoner since you surrendered? What do I get to do with you?" He kissed her nose and then pulled his upper body back, leaning his head down to take one of those gorgeous nipples into his mouth, sucking softly before laying back across her again. "That's better than tickling, yeah?" he asked, his eyes dancing at her.
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Lucky for her, Zach didn't put his heart and soul into his revenge. She was giggling too hard to put up any decent sort of fight at that point, but squirmed and writhed, too, arching up deliberately when he pinned her wrists above her head.
"Not sure of the rules," she gasped, out of breath, "I guess you get to do anything you want to me really." She blinked at him hopefully, making cross eyes to make him laugh again when he kissed her nose. And then he dipped lower, and oh, his mouth softly closing around her nipple and the brief, wet tug of heat there was so sweet and tantalising it startled a breathless sound right out of her. It was a sudden, drawn-out moan, husky with pleasure, and the unexpectedness of it started her giggling again as she thrust her hips up at him in a very blatant move. "Just faking," she swore, meeting his gaze and blushing in flustered delight. "That tickled, too, you see. Only ... in a better way, yeah."
The joy in his eyes made her look at him in wonder when he moved up and lay heavily over her again. He still had her wrists pinned so she arched her neck back to raise her mouth to him, lightly brushing his lips. "So glad you came here with me, Zach," she whispered. "I like you in this place. You ... make it un-lonely again. Thank you."
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She made the most amazing noises. The sound she made when he closed his lips over her nipple seemed to go straight to his balls. "Faking? Riiiiiiight. Of course you were. You girls are good at that." He kissed her nose again. "But just so you know... I'd never want you to fake anything for me." That was an understatement. "However, 'faking' a moan like that is more than all right with me."
Her lips brushed his and he let go of one wrist, pressing his hand against the back of her head and holding her as he deepened the kiss, trying to pour all of his emotions into it. When he finally broke it, he was breathing hard again and dazed. "I'm glad too, love. Really glad. Thank you for wanting to bring me."
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She closed her eyes and gave herself over to his deep, thorough kiss, like falling upwards, suspended and floating on their shaky breaths, the softness of lips and tongues sliding, parting and joining again. Her freed hand went to his cheek, cupping his face, fingertips stroking butterfly light at his brow. Love you, love you. She didn't say it now, only showed him, as tender as she knew.
His dazed expression when the kiss ended made her smile because he looked like she felt, so happily, helplessly lost. Her hand glided into his hair, stroking slowly, over and over. "Want to see more of it then? We can walk around the island and check all the spells, and I'll show you all my secret places and hideaways. I'm sure there are some wild raspberries left for you, too."
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They melted against each other, lips and tongue and breath, bodies held close, so close. Her hands touched him so gently. So very very gently.
He was shaking slightly when he pulled away.
"I do. I want to see all of it. Every last detail. And I'll feed the raspberries to you." He grinned. "Does this mean you have to put your shirt back on??"
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She was feeling lazy and boneless with contentment, so happy in his arms, yet exhilarated at the thought of showing him the island. Since there was, after all, necessary work to be done, she drew on the energy from the latter emotion to wiggle out from underneath him, kissing his earlobe in passing.
"Well, strictly speaking I wouldn't have to put it on for reasons of modesty, it's only me and you and the birds here. You have already seen it all and I don't think the seagulls would mind," she said as she got up on hands and knees, grinning back down at him. "On the other hand, it's a fairly cold wind -- and I think it'll be easier to get you to actually look at the island if I put my shirt on."
With a last laughing kiss dropped to his lips, she jumped from the bed and went over to the window where her shirt and bra lay tossed on the floor. It reminded her very vividly of what had taken place there, and she felt a blush coming on again even as she shot him an arch look over her shoulder, certain that he was thinking of the same and determined to beat him to a smart remark. "Look at that." She bent to pick up the clothes. "You didn't even take the time to fold them before you put them away."
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He rolled to his back and looked up at her, reaching up to cup her breasts for a moment, squeezing softly. "Wouldn't want you to get cold. But as lovely as the island is, you're a damn sight prettier."
He fastened his denims and rolled to his side, watching her walk across the room, grinning wider as she looked back at him.
"Nope. Something came up. I can put them away now, if you like." He climbed out of the bed and walked to her, kissing her softly. "Will you go without this?" he asked, tugging on the bra. "Just... to humor your boyfriend? Make him a bit hornier. Not that he needs to be."
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"My boyfriend?" Her mouth burst into a wide grin and her hand went to her hair, fingering the strands by her face. "You ... you are, yeah? I've not been sure ... what to call it, you know? You've been my friend so long and we've never really talked about it, or said ... and I've never had one before, so I didn't know exactly how you ... know." Her grin grew wider as she bit her lip, dropped her gaze. "So ... I'm a girlfriend now? Your girlfriend?"
She thought of Wayne suddenly, and figured that Zach must be his boyfriend too, which was strange, but also kind of ... reassuring, if they'd really all three managed to make it into something as steady as that. Feeling so cheerful she might as well have been out soaring with the gulls, she took the shirt and shrugged it on, nodding to the bra. "I don't need that. I think my boyfriend needs to be as horny as humanly possible if he's going to be able to keep up with his girlfriend," she declared, saying the words slowly as though tasting them. She liked the taste of them.
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