Fumble
Everytime I sit down and try to work on She Scores! I end up writing completely random drabbles. It's really very annoying. M/K drabble, R rated, because Marcus has a dirty mouth.
‘When you pout like that, Bell, I wonder how your mouth will look around my cock.’
Katie Bell fumbled the Quaffle as a foul-mouthed Marcus Flint flew past. That was the third time in one game that he’d used some disgusting comment to make her lose concentration. Katie watched him make another goal at her expense and fought back a blush. She had to put a stop to it.
The Quaffle was returned to play and Alicia passed it to Katie. Tucking it securely underarm, Katie flew at a downward gradient towards her goal. Almost immediately Katie realised her mistake, small and quick as she was flying upwards would have been better, at a downward slope Flint had the advantage of weight to improve his speed.
Of course the realization didn’t really help much, he was already at her shoulder whispering (Merlin, how did he even manage a whisper at this speed?!) in her ear, ‘Once I forced a house elf to tell me what sort of underwear was in your laundry hamper. I think pink dragons are sexy.’
Katie forgot her broom handling skills and just stopped dead to gape at Flint. He grinned wolfishly and simply snatched the Quaffle from her. Cries of disbelief sounded from the crowd. She sucked in a fortifying breath and resolved to pay no attention to his games.
’Those thighs would look fantastic wrapped around me, Bell.’ ‘Don’t worry if the league won’t pick you up, Bell, I’ll always have a galleon set aside for you to warm my bed.’ ‘You have impressive ball handling skills, Bell.’
It was just too much to suffer. She wasn’t even sure if that last one was dirty, but everything that oozed from the brute’s mouth sounded vile to Katie. She set her jaw and sighted Marcus flying towards his own goal. It was time to put a stop to things.
This time he was sloping up towards Wood and the goal beyond him. It took no time at all for Katie to catch up. He kicked out at her and she dropped altitude for a second before climbing again. She looked from the rapidly approaching goal to Marcus and yelled, but not too loudly, ‘Sometimes, Flint, I…er, I think about you and touch myself.’
She didn’t waste time in retrieving the Quaffle. She merely slowed and watched with a wince as a shell-shocked Marcus Flint smacked into the goal post and tumbled the few dozen metres to the ground below.
‘When you pout like that, Bell, I wonder how your mouth will look around my cock.’
Katie Bell fumbled the Quaffle as a foul-mouthed Marcus Flint flew past. That was the third time in one game that he’d used some disgusting comment to make her lose concentration. Katie watched him make another goal at her expense and fought back a blush. She had to put a stop to it.
The Quaffle was returned to play and Alicia passed it to Katie. Tucking it securely underarm, Katie flew at a downward gradient towards her goal. Almost immediately Katie realised her mistake, small and quick as she was flying upwards would have been better, at a downward slope Flint had the advantage of weight to improve his speed.
Of course the realization didn’t really help much, he was already at her shoulder whispering (Merlin, how did he even manage a whisper at this speed?!) in her ear, ‘Once I forced a house elf to tell me what sort of underwear was in your laundry hamper. I think pink dragons are sexy.’
Katie forgot her broom handling skills and just stopped dead to gape at Flint. He grinned wolfishly and simply snatched the Quaffle from her. Cries of disbelief sounded from the crowd. She sucked in a fortifying breath and resolved to pay no attention to his games.
’Those thighs would look fantastic wrapped around me, Bell.’ ‘Don’t worry if the league won’t pick you up, Bell, I’ll always have a galleon set aside for you to warm my bed.’ ‘You have impressive ball handling skills, Bell.’
It was just too much to suffer. She wasn’t even sure if that last one was dirty, but everything that oozed from the brute’s mouth sounded vile to Katie. She set her jaw and sighted Marcus flying towards his own goal. It was time to put a stop to things.
This time he was sloping up towards Wood and the goal beyond him. It took no time at all for Katie to catch up. He kicked out at her and she dropped altitude for a second before climbing again. She looked from the rapidly approaching goal to Marcus and yelled, but not too loudly, ‘Sometimes, Flint, I…er, I think about you and touch myself.’
She didn’t waste time in retrieving the Quaffle. She merely slowed and watched with a wince as a shell-shocked Marcus Flint smacked into the goal post and tumbled the few dozen metres to the ground below.