Leigh!fic- The Game (1/1)- Stewart Ackerly/Katie Bell
Title: The Game(1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Stewart Ackerly/Katie Bell
Rating: R
Word Count: 490
Summary: It's a game they play, the attraction between them. But eventually, someone has to break.
Author's Notes: This was written for hp_humpdrabbles. I tried to incorporate all three prompts: Inside of You by Hoobastank, quidditch, and leather boots.
Heated looks across crowded rooms. A suggestive touch in passing. Competitive barbs, tossed back and forth as they sparred with their words. It was a game between them, one that had been simmering until the temperature was nigh on unbearable.
In the end, he had been the one to break. Quidditch... it brought out the competitive spark in them both; it was part of the initial chemistry between them. For months, the sexual attraction had been building, stoking the flame higher and higher until it wasn't a matter of if they would surrender, but when.
She hadn't expected to see him in the Puddlemere locker room, but whatever protest she might have uttered died on her lips when he slanted his lips against hers. Large hands- keepers hands- pulled her body tight against his, their hips fitting perfectly together. She smelled of sweat and the open air and leather and Merlin, he wanted her.
If the way she moaned and arched into his arms was any indication, she wanted him as well. Sharp little nails scratched at his neck, and the fingers of one delicate hand fisted in his short brown hair, holding him even tighter against her.
There were no words needed between them as he gripped her hips, hoisting her up. She needed no encouragement, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pressed her back against the cool tile. The heels of her leather boots dug into the small of his back, adding a tantalizing bit of pain to their pleasure.
Bracing her against the wall, he tugged at her robes and jumper, dispensing them with little fanfare in favor of getting to the bare skin beneath. One hand moved to cover a pert breast, tweaking the nipple with his thumb, as the other slid to her trousers.
"Stewart." When she moaned his name like that, he thought he was going to lose himself before they'd even really begun. A whispered spell had both their trousers vanished, and Stewart sheathed himself in her tight heat before she could react.
Katie gasped and clutched at him, rolling her hips as he began to thrust into her. Her head fell back, eyes half-shut and lips parted as little breathy moans fell from her lips. Kissing and nibbling a trail up her neck, Stewart gripped her hip with one hand and cupped her face with the other, capturing her lips as he moved in and out of her.
With all that had transpired between them, it didn't take long for either of them to reach the edge of their pleasure. When she clenched and shuddered, calling his name with a thready moan, he groaned and let himself go, releasing into her perfect body.
In the post-coital moments afterwards, when the smell of sex hung in the air, Stewart granted himself a triumphant smile. They had played their game, made their moves. But this was a game he never lost.
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Stewart Ackerly/Katie Bell
Rating: R
Word Count: 490
Summary: It's a game they play, the attraction between them. But eventually, someone has to break.
Author's Notes: This was written for hp_humpdrabbles. I tried to incorporate all three prompts: Inside of You by Hoobastank, quidditch, and leather boots.
Heated looks across crowded rooms. A suggestive touch in passing. Competitive barbs, tossed back and forth as they sparred with their words. It was a game between them, one that had been simmering until the temperature was nigh on unbearable.
In the end, he had been the one to break. Quidditch... it brought out the competitive spark in them both; it was part of the initial chemistry between them. For months, the sexual attraction had been building, stoking the flame higher and higher until it wasn't a matter of if they would surrender, but when.
She hadn't expected to see him in the Puddlemere locker room, but whatever protest she might have uttered died on her lips when he slanted his lips against hers. Large hands- keepers hands- pulled her body tight against his, their hips fitting perfectly together. She smelled of sweat and the open air and leather and Merlin, he wanted her.
If the way she moaned and arched into his arms was any indication, she wanted him as well. Sharp little nails scratched at his neck, and the fingers of one delicate hand fisted in his short brown hair, holding him even tighter against her.
There were no words needed between them as he gripped her hips, hoisting her up. She needed no encouragement, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pressed her back against the cool tile. The heels of her leather boots dug into the small of his back, adding a tantalizing bit of pain to their pleasure.
Bracing her against the wall, he tugged at her robes and jumper, dispensing them with little fanfare in favor of getting to the bare skin beneath. One hand moved to cover a pert breast, tweaking the nipple with his thumb, as the other slid to her trousers.
"Stewart." When she moaned his name like that, he thought he was going to lose himself before they'd even really begun. A whispered spell had both their trousers vanished, and Stewart sheathed himself in her tight heat before she could react.
Katie gasped and clutched at him, rolling her hips as he began to thrust into her. Her head fell back, eyes half-shut and lips parted as little breathy moans fell from her lips. Kissing and nibbling a trail up her neck, Stewart gripped her hip with one hand and cupped her face with the other, capturing her lips as he moved in and out of her.
With all that had transpired between them, it didn't take long for either of them to reach the edge of their pleasure. When she clenched and shuddered, calling his name with a thready moan, he groaned and let himself go, releasing into her perfect body.
In the post-coital moments afterwards, when the smell of sex hung in the air, Stewart granted himself a triumphant smile. They had played their game, made their moves. But this was a game he never lost.