She Scores!
Title: She Scores!
Author: volatile
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Katie/Marcus
Chapter: Three: Return Fire
Words: 3080
Summary: Katie Knows a thing or two about making goals… but that doesn’t mean she knows how to score.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. If I were, we’d all be in a world of trouble.
Author's Notes: I actually lost this fic and it would have remained so if it weren’t for redcandle17, who found and returned it to me… many thanks! Also thanks to wileworth for doing the beta thing… it still galls me that a Dutch guy is better at the whole English thing than I am! There are probably still mistakes because I arsed around with it post beta, if anything stands out let me know. I have no end of insecurity regarding this fic… but that doesn’t mean I don’t want honest reviews… be sure to let me know what you really think! Posted anywhere that will have it.
The NC-17 rating is for… now…
Chapter Three
Marcus Apparated, pulling Katie along with him in a side-along Apparition. He appeared in his lounge room and wasted no time in striding to his bedroom and roughly throwing Katie down on the large bed that dominated the room.
She looked up at him, stunned, he jabbed a finger at her. ‘Don’t move.’
Katie, understanding that Flint looked like a man with a faltering grasp on his sanity, obeyed.
She knew she was in BIG trouble. Why, oh why, did she have to hit him?
Because he was a twat. And maybe because she loved knocking that grin off his face at every possible opportunity. Flint stalked out of the room and rustled around in the next room… a bathroom maybe?
He returned, threw a small vial on the bed next to her. ‘Drink it.’
Katie nearly laughed. ‘Do you think I’m really stupid enough to drink an unidentified potion give to me by somebody who is obviously entertaining murderous thoughts?’
‘It wasn’t a request. And it’s a contraceptive. Drink it.’ Flint busied himself with removing his outer cloak and protective gear.
‘Come near me and I’ll scream.’ said Katie.
‘Bell, I’d be disappointed if I couldn’t make you scream. Now drink the damn potion.’
‘No.’ Katie tried to shuffle off the bed. Before she even reached the edge of the bed Flint was on her. He wasn’t violent, be he sure as hell wasn’t gentle. He grabbed her by the wrists and forced his body over hers, one knee came between her own and she was forced to open her legs. Her head slammed back down onto a mountain of pillows and he released her wrists to grab her hips and pull her up to him as he ground his crotch against hers. Katie felt, through the stretchy fabric of her shorts and the crisp material of his Quidditch pants that he was indeed, very hard. ‘Katie,’ He hissed into her ear, ‘I like the idea of you full with my child, at home, unable to play Quidditch and marked for the entire world to see as Marcus Flint’s doxy. But then, I thought maybe you’d like to finish off the season. So drink the fucking potion.’
Katie drank the potion. ‘So you’re just going to rape me?’
It was Flint’s turn to snort. He pushed Katie’s robes off her shoulders, and with a flick of his wand her protective gear disappeared, leaving her in only the tiny Quidditch suit. He planted one calloused hand over her stomach, for a moment savouring the warmth of her skin, and then slowly walked his fingers over her abdomen, toying for a moment at the waist of her shorts before dipping his hand into the fabric, across the smooth skin over her pelvis and over the lips of her pussy. He stopped for a moment and grinned down at Katie, who had reflexively opened her legs wider, slowly he parted her and drew one finger across her soaking slit. Against her own will she bucked against the simple touch.
‘You’re wet Katie.’
Then, quickly he pulled his hand from her and pushed up to stand at the foot of the bed. ‘But if you want this to stop…’
‘Fuck you Flint.’ ground out Katie.
‘I’ll take you home then.’ he said quietly.
‘No. I mean I want to fuck you.’ Katie watched his breath hitch at her words and quickly, before she could lose her nerve, pulled her top over her head and shimmied out of her shorts. She was bared to Flint’s gaze. ‘Just like the calendar?’ she asked.
‘Better,’ he croaked, ‘So much better.’
Katie had no fucking idea what she was meant to be doing next, but she figured it involved getting Flint out of his clothes. A wicked little thought popped into her head. ‘Strip for me.’
Flint baulked. Then grinned with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His own guards and pads were the first to go, and then he hopped around a bit foolishly while he pulled his boots off. But then it was down to business. He pulled his shirt off, ruffling his hair in the process, to reveal a chest and set of abs that, quite frankly, were too damn nice to be entirely legal. His sculpted chest bore the marks of the game, much as hers did and she began to wonder if he’d mind her running her tongue over the sensitive scar tissue.
‘What are you thinking?’ Flint asked.
Katie blushed deeply.
‘Touch yourself for me Katie.’ Flint asked as his fingers fell to that fastenings on his pants. Katie stilled at the request. ‘Please? I want to see how you like to be touched.’
Katie considered her options, either she told him that she didn’t know what to do… and make an idiot of herself. Or she did it, got it all wrong… and made an idiot out of herself.
‘Flint, I… can’t.’
He looked at her, head tilted to the side. ‘Can’t?’
‘Don’t really know how to do it right.’
Flint shook his head in something that looked very much like awe, removed his trousers and knelt on the bed in front of Katie. Katie’s eyes zeroed in on his cock. It was simply too big, and to be honest, probably too wide.
He looked down at himself. ‘Well, it’s true that I’m no Krum, but I’ve never had complaints.’ Katie kept starring at him. ‘Katie?’
‘Hmmm?’
‘Could you stop staring?’
‘Huh?’ she kept staring.
‘The staring? Stop it.’
‘Oh.’
‘Katie?’
‘Yeah?’
‘You’re still staring.’
‘Right.’
‘So stop it.’
‘Um ok.’
Flint looked at Katie with amusement. Her eyes weren’t going anywhere; they were firmly fixed on his cock. He decided to shock her out of staring, ‘Katie, I want to see those long fingers of yours moving in and out of your own pussy.’
Her eyes snapped up to his face. ‘I said I can’t.’
‘And I say you will. I’ll help you.’
‘Jesus, Flint! I told you I can’t!’
Marcus paid no attention as he crossed the bed and took hold of her hand, he pulled her forwards and scooted behind her, so that she was lying between his legs, his cock burning into the small of her back. One hand moved instinctively to Katie’s hip, then over her stomach to cup her breast. His hand didn’t move, he merely cradled her breast in his hand to reassure her, while he guided her other hand down between her legs.
‘I can’t believe you don’t know how to do this.’
‘They didn’t exactly run courses in it at Hogwarts.’
‘Really? ‘Cause I heard Blaise Zabini was running extra credit courses in the Room of Requirement.’ He shaped his hand over her own so that their fingers aligned; his fingers being longer than hers overlapped her hand. ‘Open your legs wider.’ he directed. Katie complied, and allowed Flint to guide her fingers between the lips of her slit. She was soaking.
‘Wet for me Katie?’ asked Flint.
‘Who said I’m thinking about you?’
Flint replied by pinching her nipple painfully.
Flint guided her fingers over her clit, she groaned. ‘That’s your clit Katie, that’s a major hot spot for you.’ Slowly he started to circle her finger over her clit.
‘Thanks for the anatomy lesson, Flint. But I know this.’
‘Then why don’t you know how to get yourself off?’
‘It just doesn’t feel right.’
‘What’s different now then?’
‘You.’
‘Correct answer.’ She started to pant and writhe against him; he could feel pre cum leaking from his cock, smearing against her heated skin. He pulled her hand away.
‘Jesus, Flint! I was nearly there!’ he laughed, his chest sent rumbles along her spine.
‘Now the g-spot.’ he said.
‘Absolute fucking myth. I don’t have one.’
He merely smiled into her hair and guided her middle finger to her opening. ‘In.’ he said. She stilled. ‘I said, IN.’ he growled lowly into her ear. She widened her legs and slid one slim finger into herself. Marcus suddenly regretted their position, he couldn’t see her hands. ‘Now crook your finger.’
‘This isn’t working.’
‘You aren’t trying.’
Katie huffed and began to follow orders, she crooked her finger towards her pelvis…
‘Press against it Katie.’
‘Against what?’
Flint cursed under his breath and she felt his arm reach around her as one of his long, rough fingers slid tightly into her alongside her own finger. He pushed down on her finger and she gasped. ‘Against that Katie.’
‘Wh-ah-er-what’s that?’ Katie said a little breathlessly.
‘G-spot.’ Flint began moving his finger alongside Katie’s…
‘Um, Oh.’ Their hands speed up and Katie started to lose her mind, ‘Oh, god, Flint.’
‘I have my finger inside of you, I think you can call me Marcus.’
‘Uh huh… right… OH, JESUS FLINT!’ Katie came, her tight muscles flexing around their fingers.
‘So you don’t have a g-spot, huh?’
‘Shut up.’
Flint pulled their fingers from her and engulfed them both in his mouth as he sucked and licked them clean. ‘Gladly.’ With the speed that only a professional Chaser can boast of he slid from behind Katie and pinned her to the bed. With his knees he widened Katie’s thighs and then poised himself to enter her. With his weight braced on his arms either side of Katie’s head, he bored his eyes into her, asking for that final nod of assent.
Now or never, thought Katie, feeling more than mildly apprehensive, especially after that one drunken night when Hermione had told her how awful her own first time had been. Katie offered a nervous smile and a small nod.
He replied with a rare smile and he slowly lowered his mouth to capture hers. The kiss was unexpected, a haven in their wild relationship… if you’d even call what they had a relationship. His mouth was soft, but his tongue heated and demanding… Katie relaxed into the kiss and wrapped her arms under his to clutch at his shoulders, gently he started rubbing himself against her clit and she was amazed at how feverish his skin felt.
Marcus was a little nervous himself, he desperately wanted to impress Katie, wanted to show her that she didn’t need any other man to fulfil her needs. She only needed him. His hands moved to her hips and he shifted his angle, he could tell from what little contact they were maintaining that she was soaked and ready. He was determined to be the best she’d ever had. With one long slow stroke he entered her. She was amazingly tight, almost resistant… he knew it had been a while for her but… he broke away from the kiss to look at her face.
‘Merlin, Katie. You’re so hot… and tight. You’re tight as a…’
And then a few things occurred to him. Firstly, that wasn’t ‘resistance’, that was her hymen, and she had tears in her eyes and was holding her breath in the way that only someone in pain could do. He needn’t have been worried about being the best. At this stage, he was the first and only.
He stilled, ‘Fuck it, Katie!’ he hissed in her ear. ‘This isn’t fair, you… you should have told me.’
‘Flint… I -'
He placed one hand on her cheek and pushed her face away into the pillow. He’d already hurt her enough, he needed to concentrate, to do it right. And he couldn’t do that with her looking at him, or talking to him… ‘Don’t,’ he ground out.
Slowly he withdrew from her, not fully… but mostly, the he pushed back in, further. He continued until he felt himself hit her cervix. He stilled once more and pulled Katie’s face back to his, her eyes shone with tears.
‘It’s ok, baby. The pain will be over in a minute. I’ll look after you.’ He licked away a tear and then tried remembering Quidditch statistics from 1879. She was so vulnerable, so ready, her lips swollen from his kisses, her pussy gripping him like a vice. He thought he may well die. At least he’d die happy.
Finally her breathing shifted and he could tell that her pain was turning into something else. He tentatively flexed his hips, moving within her. She moaned lowly, ‘More.’
‘Patience,’ snapped Marcus, though he was having trouble following his own orders. So too, it appeared, did Katie, she wrapped her long legs around his waist and bucked up. His fingers dug into her hips and he gave up the fight, thrusting into her for all he was worth. She screamed, just like he said she would, and clawed at his back, linking her ankles around his waist.
‘God, Flint… don’t stop.’
And he didn’t. He pounded into her relentlessly, more than a little mad that she hadn’t told him she was a virgin. ‘Tell me how you want it, Katie.’
‘More.’ She gasped.
‘And?’
‘Faster…’
Words faded as Marcus kissed her again and their brains stopped functioning. He fucked her until she came, arching up, crushing her breasts into his chest. And wouldn’t you know it… Katie Bell was a screamer.
Marcus kept pumping as he felt her convulse around him, then let his own release washing over him. With a few short strokes he emptied himself inside her.
Katie moaned as she felt his hot seed rush into her, she was beyond words, she merely threw her had back and whispered, again and again, ‘Flint, Flint, Flint, Flint…’
Marcus fell, boneless, on top of her. ‘I told you… to call me Marcus.’
Author: volatile
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Katie/Marcus
Chapter: Three: Return Fire
Words: 3080
Summary: Katie Knows a thing or two about making goals… but that doesn’t mean she knows how to score.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. If I were, we’d all be in a world of trouble.
Author's Notes: I actually lost this fic and it would have remained so if it weren’t for redcandle17, who found and returned it to me… many thanks! Also thanks to wileworth for doing the beta thing… it still galls me that a Dutch guy is better at the whole English thing than I am! There are probably still mistakes because I arsed around with it post beta, if anything stands out let me know. I have no end of insecurity regarding this fic… but that doesn’t mean I don’t want honest reviews… be sure to let me know what you really think! Posted anywhere that will have it.
The NC-17 rating is for… now…
Chapter Three
Marcus Apparated, pulling Katie along with him in a side-along Apparition. He appeared in his lounge room and wasted no time in striding to his bedroom and roughly throwing Katie down on the large bed that dominated the room.
She looked up at him, stunned, he jabbed a finger at her. ‘Don’t move.’
Katie, understanding that Flint looked like a man with a faltering grasp on his sanity, obeyed.
She knew she was in BIG trouble. Why, oh why, did she have to hit him?
Because he was a twat. And maybe because she loved knocking that grin off his face at every possible opportunity. Flint stalked out of the room and rustled around in the next room… a bathroom maybe?
He returned, threw a small vial on the bed next to her. ‘Drink it.’
Katie nearly laughed. ‘Do you think I’m really stupid enough to drink an unidentified potion give to me by somebody who is obviously entertaining murderous thoughts?’
‘It wasn’t a request. And it’s a contraceptive. Drink it.’ Flint busied himself with removing his outer cloak and protective gear.
‘Come near me and I’ll scream.’ said Katie.
‘Bell, I’d be disappointed if I couldn’t make you scream. Now drink the damn potion.’
‘No.’ Katie tried to shuffle off the bed. Before she even reached the edge of the bed Flint was on her. He wasn’t violent, be he sure as hell wasn’t gentle. He grabbed her by the wrists and forced his body over hers, one knee came between her own and she was forced to open her legs. Her head slammed back down onto a mountain of pillows and he released her wrists to grab her hips and pull her up to him as he ground his crotch against hers. Katie felt, through the stretchy fabric of her shorts and the crisp material of his Quidditch pants that he was indeed, very hard. ‘Katie,’ He hissed into her ear, ‘I like the idea of you full with my child, at home, unable to play Quidditch and marked for the entire world to see as Marcus Flint’s doxy. But then, I thought maybe you’d like to finish off the season. So drink the fucking potion.’
Katie drank the potion. ‘So you’re just going to rape me?’
It was Flint’s turn to snort. He pushed Katie’s robes off her shoulders, and with a flick of his wand her protective gear disappeared, leaving her in only the tiny Quidditch suit. He planted one calloused hand over her stomach, for a moment savouring the warmth of her skin, and then slowly walked his fingers over her abdomen, toying for a moment at the waist of her shorts before dipping his hand into the fabric, across the smooth skin over her pelvis and over the lips of her pussy. He stopped for a moment and grinned down at Katie, who had reflexively opened her legs wider, slowly he parted her and drew one finger across her soaking slit. Against her own will she bucked against the simple touch.
‘You’re wet Katie.’
Then, quickly he pulled his hand from her and pushed up to stand at the foot of the bed. ‘But if you want this to stop…’
‘Fuck you Flint.’ ground out Katie.
‘I’ll take you home then.’ he said quietly.
‘No. I mean I want to fuck you.’ Katie watched his breath hitch at her words and quickly, before she could lose her nerve, pulled her top over her head and shimmied out of her shorts. She was bared to Flint’s gaze. ‘Just like the calendar?’ she asked.
‘Better,’ he croaked, ‘So much better.’
Katie had no fucking idea what she was meant to be doing next, but she figured it involved getting Flint out of his clothes. A wicked little thought popped into her head. ‘Strip for me.’
Flint baulked. Then grinned with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His own guards and pads were the first to go, and then he hopped around a bit foolishly while he pulled his boots off. But then it was down to business. He pulled his shirt off, ruffling his hair in the process, to reveal a chest and set of abs that, quite frankly, were too damn nice to be entirely legal. His sculpted chest bore the marks of the game, much as hers did and she began to wonder if he’d mind her running her tongue over the sensitive scar tissue.
‘What are you thinking?’ Flint asked.
Katie blushed deeply.
‘Touch yourself for me Katie.’ Flint asked as his fingers fell to that fastenings on his pants. Katie stilled at the request. ‘Please? I want to see how you like to be touched.’
Katie considered her options, either she told him that she didn’t know what to do… and make an idiot of herself. Or she did it, got it all wrong… and made an idiot out of herself.
‘Flint, I… can’t.’
He looked at her, head tilted to the side. ‘Can’t?’
‘Don’t really know how to do it right.’
Flint shook his head in something that looked very much like awe, removed his trousers and knelt on the bed in front of Katie. Katie’s eyes zeroed in on his cock. It was simply too big, and to be honest, probably too wide.
He looked down at himself. ‘Well, it’s true that I’m no Krum, but I’ve never had complaints.’ Katie kept starring at him. ‘Katie?’
‘Hmmm?’
‘Could you stop staring?’
‘Huh?’ she kept staring.
‘The staring? Stop it.’
‘Oh.’
‘Katie?’
‘Yeah?’
‘You’re still staring.’
‘Right.’
‘So stop it.’
‘Um ok.’
Flint looked at Katie with amusement. Her eyes weren’t going anywhere; they were firmly fixed on his cock. He decided to shock her out of staring, ‘Katie, I want to see those long fingers of yours moving in and out of your own pussy.’
Her eyes snapped up to his face. ‘I said I can’t.’
‘And I say you will. I’ll help you.’
‘Jesus, Flint! I told you I can’t!’
Marcus paid no attention as he crossed the bed and took hold of her hand, he pulled her forwards and scooted behind her, so that she was lying between his legs, his cock burning into the small of her back. One hand moved instinctively to Katie’s hip, then over her stomach to cup her breast. His hand didn’t move, he merely cradled her breast in his hand to reassure her, while he guided her other hand down between her legs.
‘I can’t believe you don’t know how to do this.’
‘They didn’t exactly run courses in it at Hogwarts.’
‘Really? ‘Cause I heard Blaise Zabini was running extra credit courses in the Room of Requirement.’ He shaped his hand over her own so that their fingers aligned; his fingers being longer than hers overlapped her hand. ‘Open your legs wider.’ he directed. Katie complied, and allowed Flint to guide her fingers between the lips of her slit. She was soaking.
‘Wet for me Katie?’ asked Flint.
‘Who said I’m thinking about you?’
Flint replied by pinching her nipple painfully.
Flint guided her fingers over her clit, she groaned. ‘That’s your clit Katie, that’s a major hot spot for you.’ Slowly he started to circle her finger over her clit.
‘Thanks for the anatomy lesson, Flint. But I know this.’
‘Then why don’t you know how to get yourself off?’
‘It just doesn’t feel right.’
‘What’s different now then?’
‘You.’
‘Correct answer.’ She started to pant and writhe against him; he could feel pre cum leaking from his cock, smearing against her heated skin. He pulled her hand away.
‘Jesus, Flint! I was nearly there!’ he laughed, his chest sent rumbles along her spine.
‘Now the g-spot.’ he said.
‘Absolute fucking myth. I don’t have one.’
He merely smiled into her hair and guided her middle finger to her opening. ‘In.’ he said. She stilled. ‘I said, IN.’ he growled lowly into her ear. She widened her legs and slid one slim finger into herself. Marcus suddenly regretted their position, he couldn’t see her hands. ‘Now crook your finger.’
‘This isn’t working.’
‘You aren’t trying.’
Katie huffed and began to follow orders, she crooked her finger towards her pelvis…
‘Press against it Katie.’
‘Against what?’
Flint cursed under his breath and she felt his arm reach around her as one of his long, rough fingers slid tightly into her alongside her own finger. He pushed down on her finger and she gasped. ‘Against that Katie.’
‘Wh-ah-er-what’s that?’ Katie said a little breathlessly.
‘G-spot.’ Flint began moving his finger alongside Katie’s…
‘Um, Oh.’ Their hands speed up and Katie started to lose her mind, ‘Oh, god, Flint.’
‘I have my finger inside of you, I think you can call me Marcus.’
‘Uh huh… right… OH, JESUS FLINT!’ Katie came, her tight muscles flexing around their fingers.
‘So you don’t have a g-spot, huh?’
‘Shut up.’
Flint pulled their fingers from her and engulfed them both in his mouth as he sucked and licked them clean. ‘Gladly.’ With the speed that only a professional Chaser can boast of he slid from behind Katie and pinned her to the bed. With his knees he widened Katie’s thighs and then poised himself to enter her. With his weight braced on his arms either side of Katie’s head, he bored his eyes into her, asking for that final nod of assent.
Now or never, thought Katie, feeling more than mildly apprehensive, especially after that one drunken night when Hermione had told her how awful her own first time had been. Katie offered a nervous smile and a small nod.
He replied with a rare smile and he slowly lowered his mouth to capture hers. The kiss was unexpected, a haven in their wild relationship… if you’d even call what they had a relationship. His mouth was soft, but his tongue heated and demanding… Katie relaxed into the kiss and wrapped her arms under his to clutch at his shoulders, gently he started rubbing himself against her clit and she was amazed at how feverish his skin felt.
Marcus was a little nervous himself, he desperately wanted to impress Katie, wanted to show her that she didn’t need any other man to fulfil her needs. She only needed him. His hands moved to her hips and he shifted his angle, he could tell from what little contact they were maintaining that she was soaked and ready. He was determined to be the best she’d ever had. With one long slow stroke he entered her. She was amazingly tight, almost resistant… he knew it had been a while for her but… he broke away from the kiss to look at her face.
‘Merlin, Katie. You’re so hot… and tight. You’re tight as a…’
And then a few things occurred to him. Firstly, that wasn’t ‘resistance’, that was her hymen, and she had tears in her eyes and was holding her breath in the way that only someone in pain could do. He needn’t have been worried about being the best. At this stage, he was the first and only.
He stilled, ‘Fuck it, Katie!’ he hissed in her ear. ‘This isn’t fair, you… you should have told me.’
‘Flint… I -'
He placed one hand on her cheek and pushed her face away into the pillow. He’d already hurt her enough, he needed to concentrate, to do it right. And he couldn’t do that with her looking at him, or talking to him… ‘Don’t,’ he ground out.
Slowly he withdrew from her, not fully… but mostly, the he pushed back in, further. He continued until he felt himself hit her cervix. He stilled once more and pulled Katie’s face back to his, her eyes shone with tears.
‘It’s ok, baby. The pain will be over in a minute. I’ll look after you.’ He licked away a tear and then tried remembering Quidditch statistics from 1879. She was so vulnerable, so ready, her lips swollen from his kisses, her pussy gripping him like a vice. He thought he may well die. At least he’d die happy.
Finally her breathing shifted and he could tell that her pain was turning into something else. He tentatively flexed his hips, moving within her. She moaned lowly, ‘More.’
‘Patience,’ snapped Marcus, though he was having trouble following his own orders. So too, it appeared, did Katie, she wrapped her long legs around his waist and bucked up. His fingers dug into her hips and he gave up the fight, thrusting into her for all he was worth. She screamed, just like he said she would, and clawed at his back, linking her ankles around his waist.
‘God, Flint… don’t stop.’
And he didn’t. He pounded into her relentlessly, more than a little mad that she hadn’t told him she was a virgin. ‘Tell me how you want it, Katie.’
‘More.’ She gasped.
‘And?’
‘Faster…’
Words faded as Marcus kissed her again and their brains stopped functioning. He fucked her until she came, arching up, crushing her breasts into his chest. And wouldn’t you know it… Katie Bell was a screamer.
Marcus kept pumping as he felt her convulse around him, then let his own release washing over him. With a few short strokes he emptied himself inside her.
Katie moaned as she felt his hot seed rush into her, she was beyond words, she merely threw her had back and whispered, again and again, ‘Flint, Flint, Flint, Flint…’
Marcus fell, boneless, on top of her. ‘I told you… to call me Marcus.’