Leigh!fic- Like A Woman (1/1)- Stewart Ackerley/Katie Bell
Title: Like A Woman (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Stewart Ackerley/Katie Bell
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Summary: And you make love just like a woman, but you break just like a little girl.
Author's Notes: Written for this week's offering at hp_humpdrabbles. The prompt used was Just Like A Woman by Bob Dylan (though the link goes to the cover by Jeff Buckley).
Katie Bell was an intensely fierce woman, of that Stewart was certain. Brown eyes blazing, nostrils flaring, she was a sight to behold on the Quidditch pitch. The proud captain of Puddlemere United ran her squad like an army, executing matches with technical perfection that would make Sun Tzu proud.
The fire of competition that flowed between them only made him want her even more than he already did. It wasn't just because she was beautiful, though she was; Merlin, the woman had an arse he could bounce a galleon off of, with flawless skin and shiny brown hair to boot. In the beginning, it was what she represented: the unattainable. She alternated between fiery hot and icy cold, the undisputed queen of her domain.
Lust fueled his ardor, made him pursue her. With persistence and his winning smile, he wore her down until she finally agreed to dinner with him. Despite her resistance, he could tell she wasn't as immune to his charms as she was wont to believe. He hadn't missed the look in her eyes, the slight darkening of want.
When he pressed her against the wall of his bedroom, his lips swallowed the eager little moan that spilled out. His hands slipped beneath her shirt to splay out on the smooth skin of her stomach, lips curling when she shivered in response.
He laid her down, naked, on his bed, pulling back to drink her in. Displayed before him, proudly naked with just the moonlight to cover her, she was bewitching, all satin skin and enticing curves, beckoning to him, making him even harder for her.
Katie Bell fucked like the temptress she was, arching when he sank into her. Proud breasts were tipped with pink nipples that begged for his mouth, and he was of no mind to keep her waiting. The headboard clicked against the wall as they built into a steady, powerful rhythm until her back bowed and she cried out in orgasm, nails raking down his back.
That was supposed to be that. Stewart was young and handsome, he wasn't looking for something serious. Sex on a regular basis was brill, but he wasn't ready for the whole "settle down" thing.
But he'd spent so much time seeing her as what he saw- an alluring woman, captain of the best team in the League- that he nearly missed what really madeKatie. Maybe it was because he was an immature prat. Maybe it was because he hadn't wanted to see that there was more.
He couldn't ignore the soft sniffles that woke him in the middle of the night. Rolling over to peer blearily towards her side of the bed, he saw her sitting up, her naked back to him. A frown made his brows crease as he sat up and slid over to her, letting his chin rest on her shoulder. Glancing down, he saw a single daisy in her hand. Random...
After a long silence, she said, "My dad used to bring me daisies when I was a little girl. Before he died."
He hadn't known. He hadn't thought he cared. But he surprised both of them when he tugged her back against his chest and murmured, "Tell me about him."
She ached just like a woman, but she broke just like a little girl.
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Stewart Ackerley/Katie Bell
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Summary: And you make love just like a woman, but you break just like a little girl.
Author's Notes: Written for this week's offering at hp_humpdrabbles. The prompt used was Just Like A Woman by Bob Dylan (though the link goes to the cover by Jeff Buckley).
Katie Bell was an intensely fierce woman, of that Stewart was certain. Brown eyes blazing, nostrils flaring, she was a sight to behold on the Quidditch pitch. The proud captain of Puddlemere United ran her squad like an army, executing matches with technical perfection that would make Sun Tzu proud.
The fire of competition that flowed between them only made him want her even more than he already did. It wasn't just because she was beautiful, though she was; Merlin, the woman had an arse he could bounce a galleon off of, with flawless skin and shiny brown hair to boot. In the beginning, it was what she represented: the unattainable. She alternated between fiery hot and icy cold, the undisputed queen of her domain.
Lust fueled his ardor, made him pursue her. With persistence and his winning smile, he wore her down until she finally agreed to dinner with him. Despite her resistance, he could tell she wasn't as immune to his charms as she was wont to believe. He hadn't missed the look in her eyes, the slight darkening of want.
When he pressed her against the wall of his bedroom, his lips swallowed the eager little moan that spilled out. His hands slipped beneath her shirt to splay out on the smooth skin of her stomach, lips curling when she shivered in response.
He laid her down, naked, on his bed, pulling back to drink her in. Displayed before him, proudly naked with just the moonlight to cover her, she was bewitching, all satin skin and enticing curves, beckoning to him, making him even harder for her.
Katie Bell fucked like the temptress she was, arching when he sank into her. Proud breasts were tipped with pink nipples that begged for his mouth, and he was of no mind to keep her waiting. The headboard clicked against the wall as they built into a steady, powerful rhythm until her back bowed and she cried out in orgasm, nails raking down his back.
That was supposed to be that. Stewart was young and handsome, he wasn't looking for something serious. Sex on a regular basis was brill, but he wasn't ready for the whole "settle down" thing.
But he'd spent so much time seeing her as what he saw- an alluring woman, captain of the best team in the League- that he nearly missed what really madeKatie. Maybe it was because he was an immature prat. Maybe it was because he hadn't wanted to see that there was more.
He couldn't ignore the soft sniffles that woke him in the middle of the night. Rolling over to peer blearily towards her side of the bed, he saw her sitting up, her naked back to him. A frown made his brows crease as he sat up and slid over to her, letting his chin rest on her shoulder. Glancing down, he saw a single daisy in her hand. Random...
After a long silence, she said, "My dad used to bring me daisies when I was a little girl. Before he died."
He hadn't known. He hadn't thought he cared. But he surprised both of them when he tugged her back against his chest and murmured, "Tell me about him."
She ached just like a woman, but she broke just like a little girl.