Leigh!fic- Forbidden Fruit (1/1)- Julian Vaisey/Heidi Macavoy
Title: Forbidden Fruit
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Character: Julian Vaisey, Heidi Macavoy, Zacharias Smith (mentioned)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1174
Summary: "And when you look into his eyes, you'll see me."
Author Notes: Originally posted at pinksheep_wench . This was meant to be a smut drabble for hp_humpdrabbles , but a severe case of the blues prevented me from finishing it. Ergo, here it is in epic fic form. It's rough, and many thanks to baby_k21 and numbaby for not killing me for making their characters wallow in the angst with me.
Heidi was on the balcony overlooking Brixham Harbor when Julian emerged from the bathroom, robe cinched tightly around his waist. Her back was to him, her gaze out to the rolling waters, watching as a few straggling boats set out to see, late for their evening of fishing.
He took a moment to admire the way the moonlight pierced the flowing fabric of her gown, silhouetting her long, shapely legs- legs that looked best wrapped around his waist as she moaned his name in ecstasy. She was nude underneath the gown, and he could see the faintest glimpse of her round arse, practically begging for his hands on her again.
Willingly, he obliged, joining her on the balcony. "You're quiet tonight, mia tesorina," he said, letting one hand rest on the small of her back as he moved to her side. "You're usually a bit more vocal in your enthusiasm."
"I hate you," she said hollowly, unseeing eyes staring at the waves in the water. She couldn't look at her two anchors: Julian, with his hand on her back and her heart in his hands, or the ring on her hand, anchoring her to her husband.
"You keep saying that, but I do not think you know what it means," he replied easily, used to her expressions of disdain. By now it had become old hat; verbally spar, tease, shag, spar some more, shag some more; it was the way their relationship worked. "If you hate me so much, why are you here? Surely you'd rather be spending time with your husband?"
Unconsciously, Heidi's gaze went to her wedding ring. "Zach's out of the country," she said softly.
Julian wasn't surprised. Heidi rarely came to him at night when she was with him. "So when the cat's away, the mice will play?" he asked, raising a brow as he looked down at the top of her head.
"Are you referring to yourself as a mouse?" she asked, turning her face up to him with an incredulous expression.
"No, but the snake and the badger playing ruined the expression," he answered dryly, unable to resist the opportunity to capture her pouty, full lips with his. His lips curled when he felt her relax against him, her hand grasping at his robe when her lips parted for him.
He pulled her close, relishing the way she felt pressed against him. Heidi was the first woman he'd ever brought to Wolborough House; his home had always been sacred ground for him, and he'd been unwilling to share it with another living being until she'd come along.
Heidi Macavoy, sexy, spirited Heidi. He'd blackmailed her into his life, and for that, he had no regrets. She'd resisted him, proclaiming her disdain even as her sweet lips were pressed against his and her hands were practically ripping his tailored shirt from his torso.
Julian couldn't bring himself to call her by her new name, though. It was hard enough seeing his ring on her finger, to know that even as she gave her body to him over and over again, she still belonged to him.
A little whimper slipped her lips as she pushed him back. "I shouldn't be here," she protested feebly. "I should be home in case Zach comes back early."
He stilled, the moonlight casting sharp shadows on his face as he drew back. It grated on him that she spoke so freely of her other lover in his presence, as if what they had meant nothing to her. "Yes, Merlin forbid he comes home and his little woman isn't there to rub his shoulders and see to his every need."
"He's more of a man than you are," she shot back, eyes flashing up at him as she took a step back.
He rolled his eyes. "Yes, because the ability to open a bottle of beer with one's toes is a positive sign of virility."
Heidi shook her head, frustrated. "I have to go."
"Then by all means," he replied, giving a low bow, "there's the door."
"I hate you," she spat again, pushing at his shoulder half-heartedly. "I really do."
"And I believe you now as much as I did the first time you said it," he retorted, giving her a small shrug.
She took a deep, shuddering breath. "I'm leaving," she stated flatly, "and it's for good this time."
"I don't believe you."
"Believe it," she said, her voice remarkably calm despite her shaking hands.
"Why?" Julian asked. He'd play her game for a minute until he tired of it, then he'd take her again. Already, he looked forward to her sweet surrender, the way her body would rise to meet his touch.
Her eyes were conflicted as she looked up at him. "I'm pregnant."
He felt like he'd been hit in the stomach by a Blasting Charm, though his face stayed detached, unemotional. Pregnant. "How far along are you?"
"Two months," she whispered. "I... I haven't told Zach yet. I was going to before he got called out on business."
"And how do you think our favorite neanderthal will react to your impending bundle of joy?" Julian asked, unable to keep the ire out of his voice. A thought popped into his head, and one dark brow rose in question. "You don't know if it's his, do you?"
Heidi was silent as she blinked, trying to ward off the tears from coming. It was useless, though, and she could feel them coming just as surely as this baby was coming.
"It doesn't matter," she finally said.
"Like hell it doesn't," he retorted hotly. "That could be my child."
"And it could not be," she replied quickly, praying to every deity that would listen that her baby would be Zach's and not Julian's. "It doesn't matter because after tonight, you'll never see me again." Her voice started to shake, so she took a breath to compose herself. "In every way it matters, this child is Zach's."
That made his blood boil. The child- if it was his, which there was at least a fifty percent chance it was- was his family. His only family. "What are you going to do if it's mine?" he asked, his voice cold. "Smith's an idiot, but he's not that thick."
"I don't know, alright?" she snapped, her voice loaded with desperation. "It's a moot point. This is good-bye, Julian."
As she turned to go, summoning her clothes with a quick spell, Julian watched her, his green eyes stormy. "It's good-bye for now," he clarified. When she turned to him in confusion, he stalked across the balcony and back into the bedroom towards her. "But when you have that baby- and it will be a boy, he won't have your husband's dark eyes, or your smiling ones. He'll have my eyes. And every day when you look at your son, you'll see me."
Heidi was crying as he said his last, unable to speak or raise a hand to hit him. With nothing else left to her, she silently Apparated away.
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Character: Julian Vaisey, Heidi Macavoy, Zacharias Smith (mentioned)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1174
Summary: "And when you look into his eyes, you'll see me."
Author Notes: Originally posted at pinksheep_wench . This was meant to be a smut drabble for hp_humpdrabbles , but a severe case of the blues prevented me from finishing it. Ergo, here it is in epic fic form. It's rough, and many thanks to baby_k21 and numbaby for not killing me for making their characters wallow in the angst with me.
Heidi was on the balcony overlooking Brixham Harbor when Julian emerged from the bathroom, robe cinched tightly around his waist. Her back was to him, her gaze out to the rolling waters, watching as a few straggling boats set out to see, late for their evening of fishing.
He took a moment to admire the way the moonlight pierced the flowing fabric of her gown, silhouetting her long, shapely legs- legs that looked best wrapped around his waist as she moaned his name in ecstasy. She was nude underneath the gown, and he could see the faintest glimpse of her round arse, practically begging for his hands on her again.
Willingly, he obliged, joining her on the balcony. "You're quiet tonight, mia tesorina," he said, letting one hand rest on the small of her back as he moved to her side. "You're usually a bit more vocal in your enthusiasm."
"I hate you," she said hollowly, unseeing eyes staring at the waves in the water. She couldn't look at her two anchors: Julian, with his hand on her back and her heart in his hands, or the ring on her hand, anchoring her to her husband.
"You keep saying that, but I do not think you know what it means," he replied easily, used to her expressions of disdain. By now it had become old hat; verbally spar, tease, shag, spar some more, shag some more; it was the way their relationship worked. "If you hate me so much, why are you here? Surely you'd rather be spending time with your husband?"
Unconsciously, Heidi's gaze went to her wedding ring. "Zach's out of the country," she said softly.
Julian wasn't surprised. Heidi rarely came to him at night when she was with him. "So when the cat's away, the mice will play?" he asked, raising a brow as he looked down at the top of her head.
"Are you referring to yourself as a mouse?" she asked, turning her face up to him with an incredulous expression.
"No, but the snake and the badger playing ruined the expression," he answered dryly, unable to resist the opportunity to capture her pouty, full lips with his. His lips curled when he felt her relax against him, her hand grasping at his robe when her lips parted for him.
He pulled her close, relishing the way she felt pressed against him. Heidi was the first woman he'd ever brought to Wolborough House; his home had always been sacred ground for him, and he'd been unwilling to share it with another living being until she'd come along.
Heidi Macavoy, sexy, spirited Heidi. He'd blackmailed her into his life, and for that, he had no regrets. She'd resisted him, proclaiming her disdain even as her sweet lips were pressed against his and her hands were practically ripping his tailored shirt from his torso.
Julian couldn't bring himself to call her by her new name, though. It was hard enough seeing his ring on her finger, to know that even as she gave her body to him over and over again, she still belonged to him.
A little whimper slipped her lips as she pushed him back. "I shouldn't be here," she protested feebly. "I should be home in case Zach comes back early."
He stilled, the moonlight casting sharp shadows on his face as he drew back. It grated on him that she spoke so freely of her other lover in his presence, as if what they had meant nothing to her. "Yes, Merlin forbid he comes home and his little woman isn't there to rub his shoulders and see to his every need."
"He's more of a man than you are," she shot back, eyes flashing up at him as she took a step back.
He rolled his eyes. "Yes, because the ability to open a bottle of beer with one's toes is a positive sign of virility."
Heidi shook her head, frustrated. "I have to go."
"Then by all means," he replied, giving a low bow, "there's the door."
"I hate you," she spat again, pushing at his shoulder half-heartedly. "I really do."
"And I believe you now as much as I did the first time you said it," he retorted, giving her a small shrug.
She took a deep, shuddering breath. "I'm leaving," she stated flatly, "and it's for good this time."
"I don't believe you."
"Believe it," she said, her voice remarkably calm despite her shaking hands.
"Why?" Julian asked. He'd play her game for a minute until he tired of it, then he'd take her again. Already, he looked forward to her sweet surrender, the way her body would rise to meet his touch.
Her eyes were conflicted as she looked up at him. "I'm pregnant."
He felt like he'd been hit in the stomach by a Blasting Charm, though his face stayed detached, unemotional. Pregnant. "How far along are you?"
"Two months," she whispered. "I... I haven't told Zach yet. I was going to before he got called out on business."
"And how do you think our favorite neanderthal will react to your impending bundle of joy?" Julian asked, unable to keep the ire out of his voice. A thought popped into his head, and one dark brow rose in question. "You don't know if it's his, do you?"
Heidi was silent as she blinked, trying to ward off the tears from coming. It was useless, though, and she could feel them coming just as surely as this baby was coming.
"It doesn't matter," she finally said.
"Like hell it doesn't," he retorted hotly. "That could be my child."
"And it could not be," she replied quickly, praying to every deity that would listen that her baby would be Zach's and not Julian's. "It doesn't matter because after tonight, you'll never see me again." Her voice started to shake, so she took a breath to compose herself. "In every way it matters, this child is Zach's."
That made his blood boil. The child- if it was his, which there was at least a fifty percent chance it was- was his family. His only family. "What are you going to do if it's mine?" he asked, his voice cold. "Smith's an idiot, but he's not that thick."
"I don't know, alright?" she snapped, her voice loaded with desperation. "It's a moot point. This is good-bye, Julian."
As she turned to go, summoning her clothes with a quick spell, Julian watched her, his green eyes stormy. "It's good-bye for now," he clarified. When she turned to him in confusion, he stalked across the balcony and back into the bedroom towards her. "But when you have that baby- and it will be a boy, he won't have your husband's dark eyes, or your smiling ones. He'll have my eyes. And every day when you look at your son, you'll see me."
Heidi was crying as he said his last, unable to speak or raise a hand to hit him. With nothing else left to her, she silently Apparated away.