Leigh!fic | Baby, It's Cold Outside (1/1) | Seamus Finnigan/Dominique Weasley
Title: Baby, It's Cold Outside (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Seamus Finnigan/Dominique Weasley
Rating: R
Word Count: 348
Summary: Dominique knew she needed to be getting home.
Author’s Notes: Written for this week's posting at hp_humpdrabbles using the song Baby, It's Cold Outside as the prompt. Happy holidays, y'all!
"I really should be going." Dominique's breath fogged on the window pane, illuminating the howling snowstorm blowing across the plains of Kindaire.
A warm hand slid over her bare shoulder. "It's so cold outside, lass," the warm, familiar brogue breathed in her ear. "Look at that storm -- inn't fit for man nor beast."
Her lips curled. "I'd be Apparating, Seamus. No need to venture out in that weather."
"Good thing, too. Pretty witch like you'd freeze out there inna instant." His lips pressed against the side of her neck, nibbling the soft skin. His other hand cupped her hip and pulled her back against him, and Dominique couldn't stop the shudder that rippled over her skin.
His hips pressed against the small of her back. She could feel him, hard and aware, firm against her bum. It did nothing to help her self-control. "You know Papa will be pacing the floor," she said faintly. "And Maman will worry."
"Yer a grown lass." The hand tracing circles on her shoulder slid around to her chest, capturing one warm breast against his palm. Slowly, methodically, he rubbed the round flesh; massaging her until she felt her knees go weak, arousal pooling low in her belly once more. His fingers tweaked her stiff nipple. "T'won't be the end of the world iffn ye don't make it home tonight."
"Victoire will be suspicious," Dominique whispered. "It's nearly Christmas. And Louis will be waiting at the door."
"Let him wait." Seamus reached for her unoccupied hand, gently urging it back until her fingers could wrap around his erection. She squeezed, her thumb brushing the head and coming away with a drop of moisture. Her lips curled at his low groan -- again, nothing in helping her self-control.
"Maybe just one more drink..."
His lips curled against her neck, hand tracing over her belly until he dipped his fingers into her waiting sex. Dominique couldn't stop her moan, any more than she could stop her body's reaction to his touch.
She felt his breath, warm against her earlobe. "Never such a pleasure before."
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Seamus Finnigan/Dominique Weasley
Rating: R
Word Count: 348
Summary: Dominique knew she needed to be getting home.
Author’s Notes: Written for this week's posting at hp_humpdrabbles using the song Baby, It's Cold Outside as the prompt. Happy holidays, y'all!
"I really should be going." Dominique's breath fogged on the window pane, illuminating the howling snowstorm blowing across the plains of Kindaire.
A warm hand slid over her bare shoulder. "It's so cold outside, lass," the warm, familiar brogue breathed in her ear. "Look at that storm -- inn't fit for man nor beast."
Her lips curled. "I'd be Apparating, Seamus. No need to venture out in that weather."
"Good thing, too. Pretty witch like you'd freeze out there inna instant." His lips pressed against the side of her neck, nibbling the soft skin. His other hand cupped her hip and pulled her back against him, and Dominique couldn't stop the shudder that rippled over her skin.
His hips pressed against the small of her back. She could feel him, hard and aware, firm against her bum. It did nothing to help her self-control. "You know Papa will be pacing the floor," she said faintly. "And Maman will worry."
"Yer a grown lass." The hand tracing circles on her shoulder slid around to her chest, capturing one warm breast against his palm. Slowly, methodically, he rubbed the round flesh; massaging her until she felt her knees go weak, arousal pooling low in her belly once more. His fingers tweaked her stiff nipple. "T'won't be the end of the world iffn ye don't make it home tonight."
"Victoire will be suspicious," Dominique whispered. "It's nearly Christmas. And Louis will be waiting at the door."
"Let him wait." Seamus reached for her unoccupied hand, gently urging it back until her fingers could wrap around his erection. She squeezed, her thumb brushing the head and coming away with a drop of moisture. Her lips curled at his low groan -- again, nothing in helping her self-control.
"Maybe just one more drink..."
His lips curled against her neck, hand tracing over her belly until he dipped his fingers into her waiting sex. Dominique couldn't stop her moan, any more than she could stop her body's reaction to his touch.
She felt his breath, warm against her earlobe. "Never such a pleasure before."