Leigh!fic | A Conversation in Two Keys (1/1) | Scorpius Malfoy/Lily Luna Potter
Title: A Conversation in Two Keys (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Scorpius Malfoy/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 472
Summary: Their game echoes in the ballroom and in the bedroom, heady and heavy.
Author's Notes: This was written for this week's offering at hp_humpdrabbles.
The ballroom was crowded, but her red hair shone like a beacon.
Lustrous locks stood out in stark relief against his black satin sheets, curls sliding over them like water.
Her blue evening gown was simple, elegant, yet accentuated her womanly curves. From the small of her back to the slender column of her neck, he let his gaze travel over her body.
High, proud breasts were encased in a lacy green bra-- she knew he loved green, the color of his House, and he knew she wore it just for him. It only accentuated her pale skin and red hair; a bewitching combination.
When she smiled at her dance partner, his fist clenched around his glass. That smile-- that coy, vivacious smile that hinted at deeper secrets-- that smile was his. Not Lorcan Scamander’s, not Noah Macmillan’s, and definitely not Liam Finnigan’s.
A scowl slipped unbidden from his lips, causing the gaggle of witches eying him specutively to scatter. He paid them no heed; they weren’t the ones he wanted.
In the darkness of his bedroom, her teeth glinted white in the pale bit of moonlight streaming through the window. He didn’t need the lights to know her body as well as his own, and she didn’t need him to see her to make him hard for her. The sheer memory of those curves tight beneath him was enough to do that.
He’d had other witches. None of them could do to him what she could.
Across the room, her gaze met his, and her eyes were dark with promise. She’d finished her dance with the latest pillock, mercifully, and her lips curled in invitation as she lifted her champagne flute to her lips.
Her green eyes were hooded and dark beneath long, sweeping lashes, and Scorpius’ gaze was drawn to her plump, pink lips. The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten them, reminding him of... other things she could do with her tongue.
One hand rose in invitation, fingers crooking to beckon him to her.
Crossing the room, Scorpius deftly cut through the throngs towards her. It was all part of the game between them; pursue, be pursued. Dominate, be dominated.
Reaching her side, his hand closed around hers and turned her to face him.
Climbing up on the bed to hover over her, he let his lips curl in a small smirk. He’d never played the game this way before, had never had the need to. But with Lily Luna, it was more than just sex. With her, there was the thrill of the hunt... and the magnified satisfaction at the climax.
Leaning down, he pressed his lips to the soft skin below her ear.
“Dance with me.”
”I want you.”
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Scorpius Malfoy/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 472
Summary: Their game echoes in the ballroom and in the bedroom, heady and heavy.
Author's Notes: This was written for this week's offering at hp_humpdrabbles.
The ballroom was crowded, but her red hair shone like a beacon.
Lustrous locks stood out in stark relief against his black satin sheets, curls sliding over them like water.
Her blue evening gown was simple, elegant, yet accentuated her womanly curves. From the small of her back to the slender column of her neck, he let his gaze travel over her body.
High, proud breasts were encased in a lacy green bra-- she knew he loved green, the color of his House, and he knew she wore it just for him. It only accentuated her pale skin and red hair; a bewitching combination.
When she smiled at her dance partner, his fist clenched around his glass. That smile-- that coy, vivacious smile that hinted at deeper secrets-- that smile was his. Not Lorcan Scamander’s, not Noah Macmillan’s, and definitely not Liam Finnigan’s.
A scowl slipped unbidden from his lips, causing the gaggle of witches eying him specutively to scatter. He paid them no heed; they weren’t the ones he wanted.
In the darkness of his bedroom, her teeth glinted white in the pale bit of moonlight streaming through the window. He didn’t need the lights to know her body as well as his own, and she didn’t need him to see her to make him hard for her. The sheer memory of those curves tight beneath him was enough to do that.
He’d had other witches. None of them could do to him what she could.
Across the room, her gaze met his, and her eyes were dark with promise. She’d finished her dance with the latest pillock, mercifully, and her lips curled in invitation as she lifted her champagne flute to her lips.
Her green eyes were hooded and dark beneath long, sweeping lashes, and Scorpius’ gaze was drawn to her plump, pink lips. The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten them, reminding him of... other things she could do with her tongue.
One hand rose in invitation, fingers crooking to beckon him to her.
Crossing the room, Scorpius deftly cut through the throngs towards her. It was all part of the game between them; pursue, be pursued. Dominate, be dominated.
Reaching her side, his hand closed around hers and turned her to face him.
Climbing up on the bed to hover over her, he let his lips curl in a small smirk. He’d never played the game this way before, had never had the need to. But with Lily Luna, it was more than just sex. With her, there was the thrill of the hunt... and the magnified satisfaction at the climax.
Leaning down, he pressed his lips to the soft skin below her ear.
“Dance with me.”
”I want you.”