Leigh!fic | Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall (1/1) | Blaise Zabini/Dominique Weasley
Title: Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Blaise Zabini/Dominique Weasley
Rating: R
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Dominique likes what she sees in the mirror.
Author’s Notes: Written for this week's posting at hp_humpdrabbles.
"Stunning." His voice was like a lover's caress, the timbre low and smooth. It was a voice suited for dark bedrooms and silk knots tied tight around her wrists. His hand slid up her back and flicked open her lace bra, which fell to the floor in an instant.
Meeting his gaze in the mirror, Dominique's body tightened in want. Only his arm around her waist, his body behind hers, kept her from giving in and sliding to the floor. She felt boneless, almost drunk -- but she'd only had two glasses of wine earlier.
One long finger traced up her stomach and over her breast. His lips found the spot beneath her ear, the one that made her sigh, as he drew circles on her breast. Dominique gave in to the urge to moan. Her eyes shut, and her head fell back to rest against his chest.
A sudden jolt of pain when he pinched her nipple made her gasp and straighten.
Blaise made a soft 'tsk' sound. "Watch," he told her, his free hand turning her chin to the mirror. He moved his fingertip across her chest, tracing nonsensical patterns. "A constellation of stars," he murmured in her ear, and a jolt of desire rushed between her legs when his tongue flicked against the lobe.
She wanted so badly to collapse in his arms, to close her eyes and surrender to pleasure. That was against The Rules, though. Dominique was a good girl, and she would obey The Rules.
In the end, she would get what she wanted. She always did.
Blue eyes watched as his hand left off her breast and moved lower. His skin contrasted starkly with her own, dark against a backdrop of freckled porcelain. She had to fight the urge to roll her hips against his touch when he ran his fingers over her knickers. Control.
But she couldn't stop herself when one finger slipped beneath the lacy fabric to touch her swollen sex. "Blaise," she pleaded, moaning his name.
His knee moved between her thighs and nudged them further apart. "What do you say, Dominique?" he asked, his tone as level as if he were in the boardroom, and not teasing her in his opulent loo.
She met his gaze in the mirror. "Please," she rasped. "Fuck. Me."
Blaise's lips curled as his fingers grasped her knickers. "I thought you'd never ask." He jerked them down her legs, the motion at odds with his carefully maintained calm. He didn't give her time to kick them off before he switched their positions and lifted her up to sit on the counter.
The black marble was cool against her heated skin. But nothing was as hot as her lover, leaning forward to press his tongue between her thighs. Blaise's hands held her hips tight, his shoulders wedged between her legs as he kissed and licked her until she could do nothing but scream. Her hands found his shoulders, and her long nails dug into his skin as she moaned his name in orgasm.
He gave her what she craved. He always did.
The only thing that could have made it better was if someone had been watching.
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Blaise Zabini/Dominique Weasley
Rating: R
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Dominique likes what she sees in the mirror.
Author’s Notes: Written for this week's posting at hp_humpdrabbles.
"Stunning." His voice was like a lover's caress, the timbre low and smooth. It was a voice suited for dark bedrooms and silk knots tied tight around her wrists. His hand slid up her back and flicked open her lace bra, which fell to the floor in an instant.
Meeting his gaze in the mirror, Dominique's body tightened in want. Only his arm around her waist, his body behind hers, kept her from giving in and sliding to the floor. She felt boneless, almost drunk -- but she'd only had two glasses of wine earlier.
One long finger traced up her stomach and over her breast. His lips found the spot beneath her ear, the one that made her sigh, as he drew circles on her breast. Dominique gave in to the urge to moan. Her eyes shut, and her head fell back to rest against his chest.
A sudden jolt of pain when he pinched her nipple made her gasp and straighten.
Blaise made a soft 'tsk' sound. "Watch," he told her, his free hand turning her chin to the mirror. He moved his fingertip across her chest, tracing nonsensical patterns. "A constellation of stars," he murmured in her ear, and a jolt of desire rushed between her legs when his tongue flicked against the lobe.
She wanted so badly to collapse in his arms, to close her eyes and surrender to pleasure. That was against The Rules, though. Dominique was a good girl, and she would obey The Rules.
In the end, she would get what she wanted. She always did.
Blue eyes watched as his hand left off her breast and moved lower. His skin contrasted starkly with her own, dark against a backdrop of freckled porcelain. She had to fight the urge to roll her hips against his touch when he ran his fingers over her knickers. Control.
But she couldn't stop herself when one finger slipped beneath the lacy fabric to touch her swollen sex. "Blaise," she pleaded, moaning his name.
His knee moved between her thighs and nudged them further apart. "What do you say, Dominique?" he asked, his tone as level as if he were in the boardroom, and not teasing her in his opulent loo.
She met his gaze in the mirror. "Please," she rasped. "Fuck. Me."
Blaise's lips curled as his fingers grasped her knickers. "I thought you'd never ask." He jerked them down her legs, the motion at odds with his carefully maintained calm. He didn't give her time to kick them off before he switched their positions and lifted her up to sit on the counter.
The black marble was cool against her heated skin. But nothing was as hot as her lover, leaning forward to press his tongue between her thighs. Blaise's hands held her hips tight, his shoulders wedged between her legs as he kissed and licked her until she could do nothing but scream. Her hands found his shoulders, and her long nails dug into his skin as she moaned his name in orgasm.
He gave her what she craved. He always did.
The only thing that could have made it better was if someone had been watching.