FIC: Harry Potter
TITLE: Under My Skin
CHARACTERS: Harry and Victoria Frobisher
RATING: Hard R.
Author's Notes: For the_rocklobster. Harry/Vicks, Invenio style. I just hope I did them justice. Standard disclaimers apply.
Vicks was crying. Sobbing was more like it, curled up in a ball under a pile of sheets and comforters in the bed she shared with Harry. Used to share, she corrected herself, remembering that it had been many days since he had been in that bed. Not since the fight...
"You what"; Vicks yelled, eyes blazing. Harry stood motionless as she paced the room, alternately yelling and mumbling to herself. Snatches of things like "how could you let this happen"; and "you should have known better"; reached his ears. When he could finally get a word in edgewise, he spoke calmly so as not to betray the sudden shift in his normally cool exterior.
“I approached you initially because of the countercurse. I wanted to gain your trust so that I could gather information for the Order.” He paused. “But Vicks--”
“No, I’ve heard enough.” She lowered her voice and stared directly at Harry. “I think you should leave.”
And he had, leaving her head reeling with the possibilities, thoughts she never wanted to entertain. was it all a lie? Had she shown him her most vulnerable self for nothing? The idea brought on a fresh wave of tears. Victoria Frobisher--sassy, confident, take-no-bullshit Experimental Charmist had let a man get under her skin. Not just any man, either. Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived.
The Boy She Loved.
The knock echoed through the flat like a shot, but Vicks did not stir. Nor did she move when the lock was charmed open, or when the door groaned on its rusty hinges, or when the soft glow of wand-light cast eerie shadows on the darkest corners of the silent space. Footfalls sounded down the hallway, stopped at the bedroom door, and still she did not move. Hogwarts would sink into the lake before she’d give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence.
Harry spoke first, cautiously, as if afraid of what he might say. He was afraid--of saying the wrong thing, and of losing her forever. Words were spoken to the empty air not knowing if anyone was listening or caring, but what he had to say couldn’t wait. He took a deep breath.
“I’ve had a lot of time to think about this. Too much time, you know? Because every moment we’ve spent apart has made me more afraid that I’m losing you. I don’t want that--I never have. That’s why I had to tell you. What I did was inexcusable, I know that and I’m sorry. More than you’ll ever know.
“The countercurse may have been the reason I came to you, but love is the reason I stayed. You have to believe that I never meant to hurt you. I’m not proud of myself for how I treated you in the beginning. I’m not proud that I approached you under false pretenses, that I acted without thought for your feelings. But you have to believe--no matter how many lies you think I’ve told you, no matter how much I have betrayed you--you have to believe that I never lied when I told you I loved you, Vicks. Not ever.
“I have done some contemptible things, Vicks. Unspeakable things that toy with the emotions of people I get close to. Out of fear, fear of rejection, of abandonment. I push people away before they can get too close. You’ve gotten closer than almost anyone else has. You’re under my skin, as necessary to my life as blood, or...or...oxygen and I can’t get rid of you. No matter how I try, you’re always there and though sometimes it drives me mad, I don’t want it to go away.
“I can’t lose you, Vicks. I just can’t. I don’t even know if you’re here,” he said, silent tears running unnoticed down his cheeks, “but please, let me back in. Say something, do something so I know you at least heard me. Please, Vicks, let me show you how much I love you.”
A hand reached out and pushed away the blankets, revealing a very small, very upset Vicks curled in the bed. They regarded each other for a long moment, tears reflected on each other’s faces. It was Vicks who finally broke the silence. “Show me,” she said simply, hopefully, as if everything after this moment rested on his next move. And in her eyes, it did.
Harry crossed the room so fast it was if he’d Apparated. A hand reached out to touch her face, make sure she was real. He dried her tears, then bent down and kissed her gently. “I love you,” he murmured against her lips, her cheek, the curve where he neck net her shoulder. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Vicks stayed silent. Her voice had all but disappeared the moment Harry entered the room. He touched her and took away her breath...kissing Harry was akin to breathing--if taken away, it would end in disastrous consequences. Lips met waiting lips, and they drank each other in like wine. She reached for Harry, reached for the hem of his shirt, craving the feeling of skin on skin.
Harry stilled her hand. “No,” he said softly, “let me do this for you.” He stripped off his own shirt, then reached over and pulled her to a sitting position before removing her thin cotton nightdress. The cold air prickled her skin with goosebumps as he wrapped her in his arms, their bodies finally meeting. His lips kissed a trail down her neck and across her collarbone, so light it was barely there, like a warm breeze over her skin. Strong hands danced over her back, her abdomen, her breasts...Vicks moaned and wanted to touch him, but was stopped by a fingertip sliding in slow circles around one nipple, flicking quickly and deliberately over the hard peak. The feeling was exquisite, more passionate and intense than she’d ever thought possible. Her eyes fluttered open and looked at Harry, blue and cloudy on intense green. So intent was he on her needs and her pleasure that it consumed him.
This was the ultimate act of selflessness--giving and giving with no thought or care about getting in return. He needed to do this--needed to feel her tense and relax as his mouth covered every inch of available skin, nipping and sucking at her delicate breasts. Needed to feel her shudder as a flat palm slid along her stomach and further, fingertips hovering just above her center. The heat of his hand radiated over her and made her gasp, the sound changing to a moan as his fingers found what she wanted and danced over the warm, moist flesh like a carefully choreographed ballet of sensation and desire. Eyes closed, head thrown back, she was picture-perfect ecstasy as his fingers move and slipped , first one and then another, inside her. He was bringing her to sublime bliss, touching her inside and out.
Harry raised his head to kiss her, staring into her eyes--into her very soul--as he did. His fingers continued their dance, his mouth lowering again to her sensitive nipples. It left her breathless and tingling, unable to form a single coherent thought. Soon, a whispered plea was begging Harry not to stop, the need for release almost unbearable. He did stop, though, just long enough to cradle her in his arms and press his body to hers. “Yes,” he whispered, holding her close, “all for you.”
And then Vicks was falling, a kaleidoscope flashing before her eyes as he touched her once more, one hand between their bodies, the other against the small of her back holding her tightly against him as she shuddered and moaned her release. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. The way he was holding her, watching her come, so focused on her and her alone...nothing she’d ever seen had come close to being this achingly intense. When she was finally able to speak, she found no words to describe how he made her feel, so Harry did it for her. “You own every part of me,” he said simply.
And for her, that was enough.
CHARACTERS: Harry and Victoria Frobisher
RATING: Hard R.
Author's Notes: For the_rocklobster. Harry/Vicks, Invenio style. I just hope I did them justice. Standard disclaimers apply.
Vicks was crying. Sobbing was more like it, curled up in a ball under a pile of sheets and comforters in the bed she shared with Harry. Used to share, she corrected herself, remembering that it had been many days since he had been in that bed. Not since the fight...
"You what"; Vicks yelled, eyes blazing. Harry stood motionless as she paced the room, alternately yelling and mumbling to herself. Snatches of things like "how could you let this happen"; and "you should have known better"; reached his ears. When he could finally get a word in edgewise, he spoke calmly so as not to betray the sudden shift in his normally cool exterior.
“I approached you initially because of the countercurse. I wanted to gain your trust so that I could gather information for the Order.” He paused. “But Vicks--”
“No, I’ve heard enough.” She lowered her voice and stared directly at Harry. “I think you should leave.”
And he had, leaving her head reeling with the possibilities, thoughts she never wanted to entertain. was it all a lie? Had she shown him her most vulnerable self for nothing? The idea brought on a fresh wave of tears. Victoria Frobisher--sassy, confident, take-no-bullshit Experimental Charmist had let a man get under her skin. Not just any man, either. Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived.
The Boy She Loved.
The knock echoed through the flat like a shot, but Vicks did not stir. Nor did she move when the lock was charmed open, or when the door groaned on its rusty hinges, or when the soft glow of wand-light cast eerie shadows on the darkest corners of the silent space. Footfalls sounded down the hallway, stopped at the bedroom door, and still she did not move. Hogwarts would sink into the lake before she’d give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence.
Harry spoke first, cautiously, as if afraid of what he might say. He was afraid--of saying the wrong thing, and of losing her forever. Words were spoken to the empty air not knowing if anyone was listening or caring, but what he had to say couldn’t wait. He took a deep breath.
“I’ve had a lot of time to think about this. Too much time, you know? Because every moment we’ve spent apart has made me more afraid that I’m losing you. I don’t want that--I never have. That’s why I had to tell you. What I did was inexcusable, I know that and I’m sorry. More than you’ll ever know.
“The countercurse may have been the reason I came to you, but love is the reason I stayed. You have to believe that I never meant to hurt you. I’m not proud of myself for how I treated you in the beginning. I’m not proud that I approached you under false pretenses, that I acted without thought for your feelings. But you have to believe--no matter how many lies you think I’ve told you, no matter how much I have betrayed you--you have to believe that I never lied when I told you I loved you, Vicks. Not ever.
“I have done some contemptible things, Vicks. Unspeakable things that toy with the emotions of people I get close to. Out of fear, fear of rejection, of abandonment. I push people away before they can get too close. You’ve gotten closer than almost anyone else has. You’re under my skin, as necessary to my life as blood, or...or...oxygen and I can’t get rid of you. No matter how I try, you’re always there and though sometimes it drives me mad, I don’t want it to go away.
“I can’t lose you, Vicks. I just can’t. I don’t even know if you’re here,” he said, silent tears running unnoticed down his cheeks, “but please, let me back in. Say something, do something so I know you at least heard me. Please, Vicks, let me show you how much I love you.”
A hand reached out and pushed away the blankets, revealing a very small, very upset Vicks curled in the bed. They regarded each other for a long moment, tears reflected on each other’s faces. It was Vicks who finally broke the silence. “Show me,” she said simply, hopefully, as if everything after this moment rested on his next move. And in her eyes, it did.
Harry crossed the room so fast it was if he’d Apparated. A hand reached out to touch her face, make sure she was real. He dried her tears, then bent down and kissed her gently. “I love you,” he murmured against her lips, her cheek, the curve where he neck net her shoulder. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Vicks stayed silent. Her voice had all but disappeared the moment Harry entered the room. He touched her and took away her breath...kissing Harry was akin to breathing--if taken away, it would end in disastrous consequences. Lips met waiting lips, and they drank each other in like wine. She reached for Harry, reached for the hem of his shirt, craving the feeling of skin on skin.
Harry stilled her hand. “No,” he said softly, “let me do this for you.” He stripped off his own shirt, then reached over and pulled her to a sitting position before removing her thin cotton nightdress. The cold air prickled her skin with goosebumps as he wrapped her in his arms, their bodies finally meeting. His lips kissed a trail down her neck and across her collarbone, so light it was barely there, like a warm breeze over her skin. Strong hands danced over her back, her abdomen, her breasts...Vicks moaned and wanted to touch him, but was stopped by a fingertip sliding in slow circles around one nipple, flicking quickly and deliberately over the hard peak. The feeling was exquisite, more passionate and intense than she’d ever thought possible. Her eyes fluttered open and looked at Harry, blue and cloudy on intense green. So intent was he on her needs and her pleasure that it consumed him.
This was the ultimate act of selflessness--giving and giving with no thought or care about getting in return. He needed to do this--needed to feel her tense and relax as his mouth covered every inch of available skin, nipping and sucking at her delicate breasts. Needed to feel her shudder as a flat palm slid along her stomach and further, fingertips hovering just above her center. The heat of his hand radiated over her and made her gasp, the sound changing to a moan as his fingers found what she wanted and danced over the warm, moist flesh like a carefully choreographed ballet of sensation and desire. Eyes closed, head thrown back, she was picture-perfect ecstasy as his fingers move and slipped , first one and then another, inside her. He was bringing her to sublime bliss, touching her inside and out.
Harry raised his head to kiss her, staring into her eyes--into her very soul--as he did. His fingers continued their dance, his mouth lowering again to her sensitive nipples. It left her breathless and tingling, unable to form a single coherent thought. Soon, a whispered plea was begging Harry not to stop, the need for release almost unbearable. He did stop, though, just long enough to cradle her in his arms and press his body to hers. “Yes,” he whispered, holding her close, “all for you.”
And then Vicks was falling, a kaleidoscope flashing before her eyes as he touched her once more, one hand between their bodies, the other against the small of her back holding her tightly against him as she shuddered and moaned her release. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. The way he was holding her, watching her come, so focused on her and her alone...nothing she’d ever seen had come close to being this achingly intense. When she was finally able to speak, she found no words to describe how he made her feel, so Harry did it for her. “You own every part of me,” he said simply.
And for her, that was enough.