RP: The afterparty

[shh_zach]

Date: November 1, 2005 (just after midnight)
Characters: Mandy Brocklehurst, Zacharias Smith
Location: Zach's flat
Status: Private
Summary: Zach gets his own private dance.
Completion: Complete

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[shh_mandy]

They were embracing close and laughing as he apparated them, still laughing as they arrived in his living-room and then, as she staggered a moment -- never too steady on her feet when it was someone else doing the apparating -- his arms tightened around her and she let out a gasp, and all at once they weren't laughing any longer.

But kissing. Tongues warm and eager and lips sliding together and both of them moaning and swaying for balance and grinding into each other in a minute's frenzy of finally, finally being alone. Her hands danced over him, stroking his back, squeezing his bum, tugging his shirt loose at the front so she could slip her fingers under and feel the heat of his skin, just like his own hands left a searing trail over the small of her back.

Having given in to the urgent, immediate greed, Zach pulled back a fraction and, eyes closed, she heard the smile in his voice. And her heart was suddenly thumping like it had decided to make a break for it and beat out of her chest. A furious heat was racing from her chest up to her neck and her face and Zach was free to observe it, since her mask was off and her veil flipped back after the midnight reveal at the ball.

She smiled through her blush though. "Yeah, you deserve a reward. I ... want to give you that." And she really did, excitement tight in her stomach at the thought of it, but her voice was small, barely more than a whisper. She was close to sober, since she knew she was quite a lightweight and had been careful not to get wasted and ruin their own, private party. She was still high on the music and the dancing and the laughter, but a sip of something strong and bracing wouldn't go amiss right now.

"Can I have a bit of ... do you have any firewhiskey? And ... and I'll need music, can't dance without music," she said with another brave smile. "Maybe ... some of that jazz music you've got? Something slow, because I can't--" Breaking off, she dropped her gaze, not so brave after all. But even if she did look stupid dancing like that, she reasoned, why take herself so bloody seriously? It was just her and Zach, nothing bad could happen. What would be really stupid would be to chicken out of something they both wanted because she worried about making a fool of herself.

[shh_zach]

She felt so good beneath his hands, all heat and softness. Her lips opened to him and he slid his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her, savoring.

He could hear the hesitation in her voice, could feel it in the muscles of her back. And then she looked away from him and he stepped closer, sliding one finger under her chin and tipping her head up to look in his eyes.

"Hey. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. I can get you firewhiskey and I can put on music but if you're scared or nervous or unhappy... I don't want that. I want you to feel good. And as much as I'd love to see you undress for me, and to dance for me, I'd love just as much to dance with you and undress you myself." He kissed her softly on the lips. "Anything you want, gorgeous. Anything at all. I adore you. Everything about you. Do you know that?" Another soft kiss. "I can't breathe without you."

[shh_mandy]

Zach moved quite close again and she felt his fingertip gently raise her chin. Uncertain, she met his gaze. The heat in his eyes made her weak and restless with arousal, but the understanding there was what made her heart turn over with a pure ache of wanting him.

She melted into his soft kisses, soaked up the sweet reassurance, and felt to her marrow how much she longed to offer him this. Zach's kindness ran as wholehearted and deep as any of his strong emotions, and it was a side of him that reached a tender, trusting place she'd rarely showed to anyone else.

"I ... I adore you too. And I'm not scared or unhappy at all, but nervous, yeah, I guess," she admitted, rubbing her cheek slowly against his neck, before she raised her face to kiss his jaw. "Can I have just a small taste of firewhiskey? And will you put on music, and hold me, and dance with me at the start? Beginning is the hardest, but I ... I'd really like to try." She smiled, much more freely this time, and touched his cheek with unsteady fingers. His hat had fallen off in the first frantic kiss and the eyepatch had been taken off when they left the ball, but with his long hair starting to loosen where he'd tied it back, his shirt half undone and her genie bottle resting against his bare chest, he still looked like a seductive, handsome pirate. Her pirate.

[shh_zach]

"Absolutely," he said at once, kissing her again, before letting her go. He went into the kitchen and poured them both a drink, carrying them both into the living room and downing his at once.

"Hang on," he said, kissing her once more. He went to get the muggle cd player and took it to his bedroom, plugging it in before going to lead her inside.

"All right," he said, letting go of her hand and turning on the music. She looked so lovely standing there, and he would remember this forever.

Slowly, the soft throb of music pulsed over them, and he pulled her close, moving in time with the beat. "All right?" he asked, kissing her cheek, her jaw, her neck. "We can stop and go to bed whenever you want. Remember that."

[shh_mandy]

She stood a bit dazed in the middle of the floor and watched him go to the kitchen, noticing not for the first time that night how incredibly nicely those trousers fit over his narrow hips and firm backside. She heard cupboards being opened and the tinkling of glasses. When Zach came back she gratefully accepted the glass he offered her. She didn't tip it back the way he did, since strong liquor wasn't usually her preference. Bracing herself, she emptied the glass in a few considered swallows, pausing enough to catch her breath between each burning slide of liquid down her throat.

It made her eyes water for a moment, but the heat it brought was welcome, a flickering, delicious simmer of something reckless enough, audacious enough, to pass for courage. She closed her eyes, felt it spread through her body like a touch of fever.

He took her hand in his, led her into the bedroom, the tinkling of the tiny bells on her ankle chain very clear in the silence of the flat. He moved to turn on the music player before going to her again. The music came on low, sultry and lazy as a summer night, and seemed to make the room itself come alive, as though the pulse of what was happening between them was surging in the air.

When he reached for her, his smile took her breath away. She melted into his arms, fell into his slow, easy rhythm at once. They swayed and moved gently together, his hands possessive and reassuring sliding over her hips, her bare back. His mouth moving over her face and her neck coaxed small, quiet whimpers over her lips.

Her hands slid from his chest, down his arms, to his hips, urging him towards the bed. As he reclined there, she stepped back, considered for a moment letting the veil down over her face but it seemed silly and theatrical; both of them knew she wasn't a mysterious exotic stranger. She was just Mandy.

Closing her eyes, swaying her hips, she slid the veil back and down over her hair instead, let it fall to the floor, her naked blushing face and the soft slide of her hair the first offering. Even eyes closed, she felt his gaze on her, and she would open her eyes in a moment, once she was certain of the music, certain of the rhythm. She was already certain of him.

A smile of near surprise touched her lips as she realized. Just Mandy dancing for Zach. She could do this.

[shh_zach]

He grinned as she drank the firewhisky, reaching up to slide his thumbs along her lashes, catching the excess moisure there. He sat the glasses aside and when they danced, she molded against him, all soft, warm, pliable flesh.

He let his hands wander over her body, his cock growing thick and hard in his trousers. Her hips rotated against his, making him groan.

It came as a pleasant surprise when she touched him, her hands guiding him back toward the bed. He sat willingly, his mouth going dry as he leaned back on his elbows, shifting and spreading his legs slightly, uncomfortably hard just from the idea.

Then she started to move and he nearly came in his pants.

The reality was so much better.

"Fuck," he whispered, licking his dry lips, panting softly as her hips undulated, as her belly moved under the whispy material. The bells on her ankles made a soft tinkling sound and she smiled so sweetly.

And he was so in love with her.

He breathed deeply, his lips parted and wet, eyes heavy as he drank her in. He refrained from touching himself, but only just... once she started takinng clothes off he didn't think he'd be able to resist.

[shh_mandy]

She moved her hips slowly in time with the music, her eyelids still closed, still hiding her a while as she tentatively aquainted herself with the rhythm. She wasn't an expert dancer; she did okay because she loved to jump around and shake her bum to rock music as well as anyone and could follow a guy's lead in a formal dance. This was such a different thing. There were no accepted moves, no cues to take, just what she felt in her body.

What she felt in her body was want, was heat for him, and she went with it, sliding her palms over her hips, up her ribs, skimming her breasts outside the top before she raised her arms and ran her hands through her hair, letting the long strands trail through her fingers as she let her hair fall around her shoulders. Biting her lip in nervous anticipation, she opened her eyes.

The sight of him almost made her stop short, a soft gasp escaping her as a wave of arousal made her knees felt dangerously weak for a moment. He was leaning back on his elbows, his hips thrust forward, the pants straining at the front. And God, the look on his face--

Her eyes were locked on his, unable to look away now although her face was flaming, her skin was hot yet breaking out in goosebumps.

She made the discovery that looking at him made it easier to dance, because it made her body need to move, made it instinctively seek solace for the restless ache in a sensuous rocking motion. Breathless, her hands trembling, she reached behind her to get to the top's fastener at the back. After a couple of seconds' fumbling, it came loose and she slowly slipped the halterneck top over her head, gold coins and tassels glittering around her in the muted light of the room. Not quite knowing what to do with it she tossed it gently to him on the bed.

She wore nothing under the top. Zach was looking at her with such hunger it made her catch her breath and moan. The music swirled around her, the sensuously plaintive rising and falling notes like a current carrying her along. The tips of her breasts tightened and ached to be touched, and her arms crossed, her fingers restlessly skimming her arms, touching her collarbones, before irresistibly sliding down to skim her nipples, stroking, circling. She moaned again, cupping her breasts in her palms a moment before forcing herself to drop her hands, letting them glide down her thighs now, then slowly up again on the inside.

[shh_zach]

She was flushed and flustered and her hair fell through her fingers and her eyes burned into his. He'd never seen anything so gorgeous. He unconsciously rocked his hips in time with hers, moaning softly as she moved, slow and seductive.

Her eyes caught his when she opened him and he licked his lips again, gasping for breath. His cock gave a slow, strong surge when she reached back to unfasten her top. Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgod.

He was going to come in his pants.

The material fell of her body and his mouth watered. Her nipples quickly hardened under his heated gaze and he groaned, the urge to grip his cock almost overwhelming.

The urge became desperate when her soft, sweet hands brushed over those hard brown peaks. "Christ," he gasped, propping on one elbow and reaching between his thighs, gripping the base of his cock through his trousers hard. He was so fucking close to coming. Her fingers moved down her torso, down to her inner thighs, and if she touched herself he'd explode. "Godyes," he gasped, thrusting up against his hand. "You're so fucking sexy. Give me more."

[shh_mandy]

His hand moved and pressed to the thick swell of his erection, rubbing himself through the trousers, his hips moving. Mandy stared, mesmerized, and felt a slick hot surge between her legs, her stomach clenching as her hands slid up her thighs. She let her head tilt back, lips parted on a low groan as she watched him under heavy lids, her fingers brushing her mound as they reached the apex of her thighs. Pressing only slightly, she felt wetness spread to her fingertips through the sheer pants and the thin knickers. Her already undulating hips bucked forward and she bit her lip hard to stop herself from pressing a finger between the soft folds and rubbing herself to a swift, sweet climax. Zach wouldn't mind, she was very sure. He looked close to losing it himself.

But she hadn't finished her dance, and she didn't want to push him over the edge that way. She longed to do something bold yet supplicant, kneel between his legs, take him out of the trousers and touch him in a way that made them both tremble, take him in her mouth and take him down. The thought made her gasp as she forced her hands away, letting the music tug her back from the wild sharp edge and into rhythm again.

With a quick glance over her shoulder she turned her back to him, her hips slowly gyrating and swaying from side to side, the sliding tips of her hair caressing her skin softly. She untied the silk scarf from her hips and let it pool to the floor, well aware that the sheer harem pants now revealed pretty much everything, since she'd chosen to wear those g-string knickers he enjoyed so much. A cute, new pair even, a transparent violet with tiny lace roses, to match her outfit. She bent over, quickly slipping first one, then the other gold strap sandal off her feet, hooking them on her fingertips and lightly tossing them to the floor as well, as she stood up again and let her fingers slide along the low waist of the pants.

She tugged at the ribbon that gently ruched the pants at her hips, and started easing them down over the curve of her bum to the sultry beat of jazz music. Once she'd taken them off, there'd be only the ankle chain left of her genie costume, and nothing left of the dance. At least, this part of the dance. Breathing hard, she licked her dry lips and gave him another soft glance over her shoulder, whimpering as her thumbs brushed over her mound again wiggling the pants down, and implored him with her gaze to wait for her.

[shh_zach]

Slowly, she turned around, her gaze burning him over her shoulder. Her hips swayed in front of him, a mesmerizing rhythm, making him moan louder, and grip himself all the harder.

Jesus, she had a lovely arse.

Lovely and round and solid, she danced in front of him, bending, oh god the bending, taking first her slippers off and then toying with the edge of her trousers.

If they could be called trousers. She shifted them down over her hips and he moaned again, biting his lip as he gripped himself, so completley overcome by her body, by the motions, by her.

It was glorious torture, watching this. And he wandered why they'd not done it before. She was brilliant at it.

The pants slowly moved down her body, revealing lusciously bare skin. He wanted to lick every inch of her. He wanted to open his trousers and stroke himself, coming hard just at the sight of her.

But something in her gaze stopped him.

He gripped himself tightly as he watched, shifting his thighs apart and rucking his hips up, uncomforatable and swollen and heated and completely overwhelmed by her.

[shh_mandy]

Mandy turned slowly as she shimmied out of the trousers, half stumbling out of rhythm for an instant as she slipped the legs of the pants off her feet. Blushing hotly at the clumsiness she righted herself, her neck straight but gaze lowered, her hands curled loosely at her sides now that the striptease was completed, or as completed as she wanted to do herself, at least. She raised her gaze to his, and the momentary awkwardness evaporated and didn't matter anymore.

He was so beautiful, there on the bed. His long hair was falling in his face, coming loose of the kerchief tying it back, and his eyes were heavy-lidded and near predatory. Blue eyes aflame, his jaw tense and his full lips parted, he supported himself half upright on one elbow while his hand gripped firmly between his spread thighs, his long calves in the black leather boots stretched out towards her on the floor. Everything about his pose suggested the whipcord tension of holding himself in check. But he was doing it. For her.

Standing quiet now in front of him, undressed to her tiny sheer knickers and her long hair sweeping over her shoulders and back, to her bare skin flushed with both arousal and diffidence, a wave of jubilant power and humility rushed through her at seeing him waiting there, all the passion and strength in him anticipating her.

She felt like a dove taming a tiger.

Her first step towards him was unsure, the small gold bells on her ankle tinkling with a sweet clarity through the soft music, a sound as slender as the chain they were fastened on. Smiling at him, she walked to the edge of the bed, between his outstretched legs, and lowered herself on her knees, sitting on her heels as she touched his knees gently and slid her fingertips up his strong, braced thighs. Her hands were so much smaller than his coming to rest over his hand, hesitantly pushing it away and pressing down on the straining hardness he'd been gripping, her mouth watering as she started unfastening his flies.

"What is your wish?" she whispered, her gaze beckoning him closer in soft entreaty.

[shh_zach]

So much skin. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Biting his lip, he shifted, letting his fingers move over his cock through his trousers. He was so close he was trembling. He didn't know it was possible to get this turned on just by looking at someone.

But she wasn't just anyone. She was Mandy and she was his, and the very idea that a creature this beautiful would want him... was mind boggling.

Her knickers seemed to cling to her body and he could see her soft curls beneath. He gripped his cock again, bow-string tight and aching. Ohgod.

Just as he was ready to sit up and reach for her, she stepped forward and he unconsciously licked his lips again, his breathing erratic as she slowly knelt at his feet, her small hands sliding up over his thighs, up to push his hand away from his cock.

His voice died in his throat and the air seemed to become very thing... either that or his lungs shrank. Shakily, he sat up a bit more and propped himself up on his hands, watching her as her fingers danced over the bulge in his trousers. And then she carefully unfastened him and he felt as if he were coming undone as well. A moment later he surged forward into her fingers and he had to close his eyes for a moment. The sight of her, on her knees, for him, her breasts bare, nipples hard, her hair sluicing over her bare skin...

No way he was going to last.

"You." God, was that his voice? "You're my wish," he managed, near growling as she touched him, aching to touch her in return.

[shh_mandy]

He wore nothing under those trousers. Her eyes wide, biting her lip, she looked at the erection rising from its dark bed of curls right into her hand; thick and straining and so hard she could feel the pulse in him the moment her fingers touched him. The tip was glistening wet, leaking moisture even as she watched.

Her breath caught, whimpering, and she was pressing her thighs together, rocking gently. Wanted him inside, but she knew she would still have that later if she gave him this first, and she wanted this too. Oh God, so badly.

She shot him a swift smile from under her lashes as she leaned forward. "You're my wish too," she told him honestly, her voice husky and tender.

She curled a hand behind his knee, tugging him towards her and he scooted closer to the edge of the bed, his thighs spread on either side of her shoulders. Letting go of his knee she placed her free hand on his hip instead, her hair sweeping over his cock as she bent in close. She wrapped a few soft strands around him at the base of his cock and started stroking him with her hand just as she parted her lips and slid her mouth down on him.

She could feel him swell in her mouth as she took him in, a slow throb as he bucked up and his hand tangled in her hair. He was so close, she could feel it and hear it and taste it; it would be outright mean to tease, and she had no intention to. She tightened her mouth around him, mindful of her teeth as she at once started sliding her mouth up and down, her tongue massaging the underside of his cock going down and then sliding over the head on each upstroke, licking up the wetness that kept leaking from the small slit there. She moved her hand in counterpoint, raising her gaze to him as she sucked him steadily, moaning in her throat at the sight of him. She tightened her fingers on his hip to keep herself from moving her free hand down between her legs to touch herself, wanted it to be him to give her that, afterwards, even though she needed it now about as desperately as he did.

[shh_zach]

He shifted as she urged him forward, moving to the edge of the bed for her, his hips rocking helplessly, searching for more contact from those soft fingers.

She gave him that and more.

Her hair felt like silk around his heated flesh, swiping gently over him, making him gasp and jerk. And then she was wrapping her hair around him, wrapping her fingers around him, and she lowered her mouth, wet and pink and so fucking hot to his shaft, gently sucking him in.

A white rushing noise filled his ears, his heart beat in there, hard and steady as he tried to control his breathing, tried to control the urge to fuck those perfect lips with abandon.

Her sweet little tongue pressed into his slit, again and again, and her lips moved over the spongy head, closing, suckling him, wet and hot and fuck.

His fingers twined into her hair, guiding her tenderly as he watched. Her breasts swung gently forward with the motions of her body and she tightened her lips and he couldn't even give her any warning.

He fell hard, nearly screaming, his fingers involuntarily tightening into her hair as he thrust up, dimly aware that it was a very good thing that she was holding his hip to keep him from thrusting up too much.

It rushed through him, his body trying to turn itself inside out, as he spurted across her tongue, the spasms wrought from him with frightening intensity. His arm gave and he fell back, gasping, his vision greying at the edges, and he released his hold on her hair, letting his fingers card through the strands.

"Oh..." He blinked and covered his eyes with his other hand for a moment before looking down at her. "Did... are you... god, sorry... you're okay? And that was pathetically fast. I'll be embarrassed when I can think straight again. You're amazing."

[shh_mandy]

She hummed low as he tangled his fingers in her hair and gently guided her rhythm, her pace. So gently, even though he was breathing so hard and groaning and starting to shake, and she knew that soon now, soon... And she was so turned on by this, felt so bold, that she took him deeper than she'd ever done, deeper than his hands suggested she do, her eyes glazed as she looked up, and saw his eyes slam shut.

He arched and shouted, thrusting up hard, spurting warm salt-sweet-bitter in her mouth and she shut her eyes too, kept her lips sealed around him as she swallowed all she could and kept running her tongue softly over him, softly, following him down as he fell back.

Only when he was spent and untangled his fingers from her hair, stroking and petting gently, did she pull back and let him out of her mouth. She licked her lips, a bit dazed. This wasn't something she was terribly confident about, not being terribly practiced, but she'd loved this. Maybe she was a bit crazy tonight, maybe they both were. Crazy for each other, crazy in love. She grinned, looking up at him.

"No worries." God, her voice was all but a purr, and her fingers were kneading his thighs softly. Mandy had no idea where that inner kitten came from, she might as well have been sitting there with whiskers and a tail, lapping up cream. "Don't be embarrassed. I loved every bit of that. You were gorgeous, Smith." Eyes laughing up at him, she pulled back a bit, and gripped his left boot at the heel, tugging on it to slide it off his foot. "Just gorgeous, coming with your sexy pirate boots on. But now they're coming off."

[shh_zach]

His bones seemed to have melted and he laid back on the bed, completely relaxed, and fairly certain he'd never be able to move again. Ever.

She grinned at him, her eyes laughing, and he knew then that she really had loved doing this for him. And that he'd not hurt her.

And that maybe this wouldn't be the last time they did this.

The thought made him grin back.

He grunted as she pulled off first one boot and then the other and then he was reaching for her, tugging her up onto the bed to lay on top of him, his hands going to her arse, underneath the string in back, kneading softly. He leaned his head up to kiss her deep, swiping his tongue inside her mouth and moaning at the taste of himself on her lips. "You're amazing," he murmured, spreading his legs to let her rest between them, his still damp cock pressing against her pubic bone, sliding against the sheer knickers. "What do you want first, Angel? Or would you like me to decide?"