forgetablelove wrote The Best Way to Relieve Stress for 'Sweet Champagne'
Title: The Best Way to Relieve Stress
Author: forgetablelove
Rating: NC-17
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers, but it's smut.
Summary: Ginny has a stressful day at work, and Draco's there to help her relieve the stress.
Author’s Notes: A thousand million thanks to my fabulous and georgeous beta jandjsalmon who is the bestest who ever lived, I swear, and will one day have a big head that will be hard to deflate later on. To the recipient, I hope you enjoy this! I'm going to be honest and let you know I don't write smut normally but I did for you. ;) I totally tried for the "AU" too, so let me know if it passes (amazingly enough I still tried to keep them in character as well).
Beta: the astonishing jandjsalmon
“Fine! Just leave!” Ginny shrieked, running over to douse a fire that had erupted in a pan on the stove.
The man tossed down his spatula and cried, “Goodbye you ungrateful git! I want to see how you deal with this alone!”
“I’m not alone!” she called after him, “I have plenty of help - every one of them more talented than you!” The swinging door swung wildly back and forth after him for a moment before it slowed and stopped, just to be pushed open again as a waiter came in.
Ginny forced a reassuring smile to the waiter and glanced quickly around the kitchen. The rest of the kitchen help, all ten of them, were busy with their tasks as if Ginny hadn’t just got into a screaming match with her sous chef who had just walked out on her in the middle of a busy Saturday night.
“What happen-“ the waiter started to asked.
Ginny cut him off as quickly as she could. “Don’t worry about it.” She shoved the tray of food she had just finished plating at him. “Your order.”
“Thanks,” the waiter said uncertainly as he took the tray from her and gave her a scrutinizing look.
She glared at him for a moment before stopping herself. “The customers are waiting,” she reminded him, but she had purposely softened her tone so he didn’t get offended. She liked the boy; he was young and sometimes nosey, but he worked hard.
He nodded and left the kitchen.
Ginny glanced around the kitchen, lost for a brief moment. “Alright!” she cried making some of the other cooks look back at her with an expression on their faces as if she had gone mad.
“This night couldn’t get any worse,” she muttered to herself, running over to plate the lamb that had just finished for the next order out.
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“God, what a night!” Ginny moaned, dropping into the stool sitting by the door.
“That bad?” Draco asked his voice unsympathetic. He was standing at the end of the counter, his face unreadable. He looked immaculate even though he was merely wearing dress trousers, a dress shirt with an undone tie, and a sports jacket.
“My sous chef walked out on me! On a Saturday night no less!” she practically shouted her reply.
He chuckled. His silver eyes were dancing with amusement.
“What?” she asked grumpily glaring at him.
“How many complaints?” He ignored her question as he made his face unreadable again.
“What are you talking about?” She continued to glare at him.
He shrugged. “How many complaints did you get from the customers?”
“None!”
“Then it wasn’t such a bad night was it?” Draco’s voice was teasing.
Ginny sighed. “Fine. It could have been worse, I admit it, but now I have to find someone to fill his place - that can’t get any worse.”
“You never liked him anyway.”
“Stop being so… so… damn logical!”
“Come on, Gin,” Draco said smoothly, starting to walk to her. “Can’t you talk about anything but work?”
“Like what?” she demanded, admiring the way even is stride was cool and casual. He oozed sexuality.
“Like me.” He grinned at her.
“Oh please,” she scoffed when he reached her. “You’re so arrogant.”
He shrugged again. “I am arrogant,” he agreed.
Ginny jumped to her feet, “I’m hungry. Do you want some dessert? I want some dessert.” She purposely turned her back to him and smiled.
“I know what I want for dessert,” he whispered in her ear, sliding his arms around her waist. He kissed the side of her neck. Her body began to rage with want as soon as he touched her.
She sighed, but pushed out of his arms. “Seriously. I’m going to bake cookies. It’s the only way to relieve this stress” She walked over to the cooler and ducked inside. Taking a few deep breaths to try to ebb the desire he made surge through her with only his touch. “I will not have sex with him in the kitchen of my restaurant,” she muttered to herself aloud. Feeling her resolve solidify, she grabbed some dough used to make sugar cookies for the restaurant from a shelf. I’ll make more later to replace this.
Draco was sitting on her stool when she went back into the kitchen, she barely looked at him. She dropped the dough on counter farthest from him, and grabbed the rolling pin from a nearby drawer.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked her calmly from behind her.
“Like I said, I’m baking cookies,” Ginny asked as she began to flatten the dough on a floured counter.
“What kind?” Draco didn’t sound the least bit interested in the cookies she was making.
“Sugar,” she answered.
“Do you need help?”
”No.”
She heard him get up from the stool and slowly, deliberately, walk over to where she was rolling out the dough. She felt his hot breath on the back of her neck before she even kept his arms slide around her waist again. “Are you sure?” he whispered in her ear. His tongue flickered over her earlobe, making it hard for her not to show a reaction.
“I’m fine, thank you,” she whispered. Despite herself, desire stirred within her body and only intensified as he began to kiss, suck, and bite her neck with featherlike touches. She started to use the rolling pin to flatten the dough, using excessive force to try to fight the desire building inside. “Honesty, Draco, stop that.” She moved her neck to expose more to him.
“Do you really want me to stop?” he asked huskily into her ear.
”Yes,” she lied, biting down on her lip to keep to from moaning as he started to grind his arousal into her backside.
He chuckled. “What did the dough do to you?”
She jumped and glanced down at the dough she had been flattening. It was less then a fourth of an inch think in the center where she had been rolling the pin back and forth. “Nothing,” she snapped, her face flushing with both desire and embarrassment.
“I think it’s flat enough,” he told her, taking the pin from her and settling it on the counter.
“Good,” she whispered, grabbing a round cookie cutter. He took her earlobe in his mouth and made her drop the cookie cutter. In order to try to cover her reaction, she grabbed the cookie sheet she had brought out and lined it with baking paper.
He untied her apron and slid his hand up the bottom of her shirt. She couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure from escaping when he cupped one of her breasts through her bra with his hand. Her nipples tightened in response, hardening to his touch.
When she tried to grab the cookie cutter again, he began to knead her breast through the cloth of her bra and she dropped it again. “Damn,” she muttered, snatching it up and placing it on the dough.
Draco dropped his hand, and she sighed with both disappointment and relief. He slid his other hand in her shirt and undid the clasp on her bra. Pushing the undone bra away from her body, he resumed kneading her breasts and squeezed her harden nipples, making her emit soft moans in response to the pleasure that the touches sent through her body.
“Draco, I’m busy,” she muttered, her voice shaking. She moved, trying to shrug him off, but he was more determined and didn’t move. She began to move the dough cut out into circles with the cutter and placed them on the sheet.
He kissed the place where her collar bone and whispered, “I don’t think you really want me to stop.” His hot breath warmed her skin that was already on fire due to the desire and passion alight within her.
“Draco,” she tried to say, but it came out as a moan as he tweaked a nipple and grinded against her. Slowly, without force, he turned her to face him.
His silver eyes had darkened into a grey with desire. He leaned down and captured his mouth with hers, greedily kissing her. His tongue slid in her mouth to take possession and move to explore every inch inside.
She kissed him back fiercely, her arms wrapping around his back and pulling him closer. His erection pressed against her stomach, sending shivers of longing through her. She pulled his shirt from his trousers and slid her hands underneath. His back was smooth and muscular.
He pulled back, grinning at her wickedly as he pulled off her apron. She began to take the time to unbutton his shirt, but when he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, she lifted her arms to make it easier.
Her bra fell forward on her arms, undone, and left her breasts exposed to him. He looked down at her hungrily. She let her bra drop to the ground. He dropped his head and kissed the path from the base of her neck to her nipple. She moaned and arched against him, throwing her head back in pleasure. He began to suck her tight, burning flesh. Grabbing a fistful of his blond hair, she grinded her hips against him.
He pulled away leaving her skin hot and burning; she grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it apart, buttons flying everywhere. He laughed his throaty, sexy laugh. “Eager, are you?”
She leaned forward pressing her chest against the coarse hair on his hard chest. She bit his neck then licked the spot she had bitten. He reached between their bodies and began to unbuckle her belt and undid her black slacks as she alternatively kissed, sucked, and nipped at his neck.
He pushed her jeans down her hips and she felt the cool air of the kitchen her thighs and legs. Lifting one of her legs, she helped him push her jeans down the rest of the way until the piled on the floor and she stepped out of them. He brushed his hand between her legs and she felt herself grow wetter in response.
Feeling frantic, she unbuckled his trousers and shoved them down. He was already hard, though finally free of the restriction of his trousers. She pushed his boxers down and cupped his arousal in her hand. He moaned and his head dropped to rest on her shoulder. She slid her hand down the length of his erection.
When she reached out her other hand, he pushed both her hands away. “Don’t,” he hissed. She glanced up through her lashes to see the passion in his eyes and smiled mischievously, dropping her hands. “Let me.”
He pushed down her knickers and then reached between her legs to part her. She moaned. He found the sensitive spot within her and began to rub circles on it, causing waves of pleasure to wash through her. She bit her lip to keep from moaning again as he increased the speed of his stokes.
He stopped abruptly, leaving her body craving more. Shifting slightly, he touched the tip of his arousal to her moisture. “Please,” she whispered, aching forward.
As soon as he heard her plea, he thrust forward and entered her slickness. She bite his neck at the pleasure that swept through her at the imitate contact. He rested inside her, his hands moving to cup her backside gently. Licking the spot she had bitten, she began to move her hips, causing him to moan. His first thrusts inside her were painfully slow. “Faster,” she whispered against his neck.
He increased the pace, and reached down to slide his finger back inside her. He found her nub and resumed his circular strokes. With both his thrusts and the strokes of this finger inside her, she felt an incredible pleasure overtake her. She threw her head back and cried his name as her climax claimed her, tightening around him.
He thrust inside her, and once she found her release, allowed himself to find his own. He spilled himself inside her and slumped over. Both of their bodies rested against the counter unable to support their own weight, let alone each other’s as well.
Ginny was breathing hard, holding Draco’s hot body to his, when she whispered, “Damn.”
He chuckled, his breathing and pulse slowing down. “Damn,” he agreed.
“My cookies,” she exclaimed, pushing him away.
He pulled her closer instead of letting her go and grabbed his wand that was on the counter. Waving his wand and muttered a few spells, he finished the cookies in record time. “I don't understand why you refuse to cook using your wand,” he told her, smiling smugly.
“It’s no fun if you don’t do it yourself,” Ginny tried to explain. He lifted her up on the counter and followed her, both sitting in the flour she had put up for the cookies. Curling up on the counter, she rested her head on his chest and sighed.
“What?” he asked, his hand absentmindedly playing with her hair.
She murmured a sound of acknowledgement.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, twirling her long red hair around his finger.
She smiled widely. “Nothing.”
The oven time went off and she jumped. “God that was fast.”
“Magic, Ginny, magic.” He used his wand to take the cookies out of the oven, bring a plate from the cupboard, and he placed a cookie onto the plate in which it levitated over to the couple. “Take it.”
Ginny grabbed for the hot cookie, and bit into it, surprised that it didn’t hurt her mouth.
“Like it?” His voice was mischievous as if there was something she didn’t know.
“It’s good,” she said, uncertain.
“Take another bite,” he urged.
She did as he said, and her teeth hit something hard. “What the?” She pulled the cookie from her mouth and saw a side of a ring protruding from it. She glanced up at Draco in surprise, her eyes wide. “Draco?” she prompted in a soft voice holding the ring that was still hot from the oven up.
He took the ring from her, and then held it out to her. “I think this is the best way to relieve stress… What about we make this more permanent?” He proposed to her as they sat, naked, in a pile of flour in the middle of her kitchen.
She laughed, joy flooding threw her. She leaned over and whispered, “This isn’t such a bad night after all,” in his mouth before kissing him.
ORIGINAL REQUEST
BRIEFLY describe what you'd like to receive: Ginny baking for Draco.
The tone/mood of the fic: Chick-lit. In a 3rd POV.
A Theme/element/line of dialogue/object you want in your fic: Food. Love.
Canon or AU? AU.
Rating of the the fic you want: Anything.
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): Slash, Rough sex, cliches, getting on the knees and proposing (can I please have an unorthodox way of proposing?)
Author: forgetablelove
Rating: NC-17
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers, but it's smut.
Summary: Ginny has a stressful day at work, and Draco's there to help her relieve the stress.
Author’s Notes: A thousand million thanks to my fabulous and georgeous beta jandjsalmon who is the bestest who ever lived, I swear, and will one day have a big head that will be hard to deflate later on. To the recipient, I hope you enjoy this! I'm going to be honest and let you know I don't write smut normally but I did for you. ;) I totally tried for the "AU" too, so let me know if it passes (amazingly enough I still tried to keep them in character as well).
Beta: the astonishing jandjsalmon
“Fine! Just leave!” Ginny shrieked, running over to douse a fire that had erupted in a pan on the stove.
The man tossed down his spatula and cried, “Goodbye you ungrateful git! I want to see how you deal with this alone!”
“I’m not alone!” she called after him, “I have plenty of help - every one of them more talented than you!” The swinging door swung wildly back and forth after him for a moment before it slowed and stopped, just to be pushed open again as a waiter came in.
Ginny forced a reassuring smile to the waiter and glanced quickly around the kitchen. The rest of the kitchen help, all ten of them, were busy with their tasks as if Ginny hadn’t just got into a screaming match with her sous chef who had just walked out on her in the middle of a busy Saturday night.
“What happen-“ the waiter started to asked.
Ginny cut him off as quickly as she could. “Don’t worry about it.” She shoved the tray of food she had just finished plating at him. “Your order.”
“Thanks,” the waiter said uncertainly as he took the tray from her and gave her a scrutinizing look.
She glared at him for a moment before stopping herself. “The customers are waiting,” she reminded him, but she had purposely softened her tone so he didn’t get offended. She liked the boy; he was young and sometimes nosey, but he worked hard.
He nodded and left the kitchen.
Ginny glanced around the kitchen, lost for a brief moment. “Alright!” she cried making some of the other cooks look back at her with an expression on their faces as if she had gone mad.
“This night couldn’t get any worse,” she muttered to herself, running over to plate the lamb that had just finished for the next order out.
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“God, what a night!” Ginny moaned, dropping into the stool sitting by the door.
“That bad?” Draco asked his voice unsympathetic. He was standing at the end of the counter, his face unreadable. He looked immaculate even though he was merely wearing dress trousers, a dress shirt with an undone tie, and a sports jacket.
“My sous chef walked out on me! On a Saturday night no less!” she practically shouted her reply.
He chuckled. His silver eyes were dancing with amusement.
“What?” she asked grumpily glaring at him.
“How many complaints?” He ignored her question as he made his face unreadable again.
“What are you talking about?” She continued to glare at him.
He shrugged. “How many complaints did you get from the customers?”
“None!”
“Then it wasn’t such a bad night was it?” Draco’s voice was teasing.
Ginny sighed. “Fine. It could have been worse, I admit it, but now I have to find someone to fill his place - that can’t get any worse.”
“You never liked him anyway.”
“Stop being so… so… damn logical!”
“Come on, Gin,” Draco said smoothly, starting to walk to her. “Can’t you talk about anything but work?”
“Like what?” she demanded, admiring the way even is stride was cool and casual. He oozed sexuality.
“Like me.” He grinned at her.
“Oh please,” she scoffed when he reached her. “You’re so arrogant.”
He shrugged again. “I am arrogant,” he agreed.
Ginny jumped to her feet, “I’m hungry. Do you want some dessert? I want some dessert.” She purposely turned her back to him and smiled.
“I know what I want for dessert,” he whispered in her ear, sliding his arms around her waist. He kissed the side of her neck. Her body began to rage with want as soon as he touched her.
She sighed, but pushed out of his arms. “Seriously. I’m going to bake cookies. It’s the only way to relieve this stress” She walked over to the cooler and ducked inside. Taking a few deep breaths to try to ebb the desire he made surge through her with only his touch. “I will not have sex with him in the kitchen of my restaurant,” she muttered to herself aloud. Feeling her resolve solidify, she grabbed some dough used to make sugar cookies for the restaurant from a shelf. I’ll make more later to replace this.
Draco was sitting on her stool when she went back into the kitchen, she barely looked at him. She dropped the dough on counter farthest from him, and grabbed the rolling pin from a nearby drawer.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked her calmly from behind her.
“Like I said, I’m baking cookies,” Ginny asked as she began to flatten the dough on a floured counter.
“What kind?” Draco didn’t sound the least bit interested in the cookies she was making.
“Sugar,” she answered.
“Do you need help?”
”No.”
She heard him get up from the stool and slowly, deliberately, walk over to where she was rolling out the dough. She felt his hot breath on the back of her neck before she even kept his arms slide around her waist again. “Are you sure?” he whispered in her ear. His tongue flickered over her earlobe, making it hard for her not to show a reaction.
“I’m fine, thank you,” she whispered. Despite herself, desire stirred within her body and only intensified as he began to kiss, suck, and bite her neck with featherlike touches. She started to use the rolling pin to flatten the dough, using excessive force to try to fight the desire building inside. “Honesty, Draco, stop that.” She moved her neck to expose more to him.
“Do you really want me to stop?” he asked huskily into her ear.
”Yes,” she lied, biting down on her lip to keep to from moaning as he started to grind his arousal into her backside.
He chuckled. “What did the dough do to you?”
She jumped and glanced down at the dough she had been flattening. It was less then a fourth of an inch think in the center where she had been rolling the pin back and forth. “Nothing,” she snapped, her face flushing with both desire and embarrassment.
“I think it’s flat enough,” he told her, taking the pin from her and settling it on the counter.
“Good,” she whispered, grabbing a round cookie cutter. He took her earlobe in his mouth and made her drop the cookie cutter. In order to try to cover her reaction, she grabbed the cookie sheet she had brought out and lined it with baking paper.
He untied her apron and slid his hand up the bottom of her shirt. She couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure from escaping when he cupped one of her breasts through her bra with his hand. Her nipples tightened in response, hardening to his touch.
When she tried to grab the cookie cutter again, he began to knead her breast through the cloth of her bra and she dropped it again. “Damn,” she muttered, snatching it up and placing it on the dough.
Draco dropped his hand, and she sighed with both disappointment and relief. He slid his other hand in her shirt and undid the clasp on her bra. Pushing the undone bra away from her body, he resumed kneading her breasts and squeezed her harden nipples, making her emit soft moans in response to the pleasure that the touches sent through her body.
“Draco, I’m busy,” she muttered, her voice shaking. She moved, trying to shrug him off, but he was more determined and didn’t move. She began to move the dough cut out into circles with the cutter and placed them on the sheet.
He kissed the place where her collar bone and whispered, “I don’t think you really want me to stop.” His hot breath warmed her skin that was already on fire due to the desire and passion alight within her.
“Draco,” she tried to say, but it came out as a moan as he tweaked a nipple and grinded against her. Slowly, without force, he turned her to face him.
His silver eyes had darkened into a grey with desire. He leaned down and captured his mouth with hers, greedily kissing her. His tongue slid in her mouth to take possession and move to explore every inch inside.
She kissed him back fiercely, her arms wrapping around his back and pulling him closer. His erection pressed against her stomach, sending shivers of longing through her. She pulled his shirt from his trousers and slid her hands underneath. His back was smooth and muscular.
He pulled back, grinning at her wickedly as he pulled off her apron. She began to take the time to unbutton his shirt, but when he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, she lifted her arms to make it easier.
Her bra fell forward on her arms, undone, and left her breasts exposed to him. He looked down at her hungrily. She let her bra drop to the ground. He dropped his head and kissed the path from the base of her neck to her nipple. She moaned and arched against him, throwing her head back in pleasure. He began to suck her tight, burning flesh. Grabbing a fistful of his blond hair, she grinded her hips against him.
He pulled away leaving her skin hot and burning; she grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it apart, buttons flying everywhere. He laughed his throaty, sexy laugh. “Eager, are you?”
She leaned forward pressing her chest against the coarse hair on his hard chest. She bit his neck then licked the spot she had bitten. He reached between their bodies and began to unbuckle her belt and undid her black slacks as she alternatively kissed, sucked, and nipped at his neck.
He pushed her jeans down her hips and she felt the cool air of the kitchen her thighs and legs. Lifting one of her legs, she helped him push her jeans down the rest of the way until the piled on the floor and she stepped out of them. He brushed his hand between her legs and she felt herself grow wetter in response.
Feeling frantic, she unbuckled his trousers and shoved them down. He was already hard, though finally free of the restriction of his trousers. She pushed his boxers down and cupped his arousal in her hand. He moaned and his head dropped to rest on her shoulder. She slid her hand down the length of his erection.
When she reached out her other hand, he pushed both her hands away. “Don’t,” he hissed. She glanced up through her lashes to see the passion in his eyes and smiled mischievously, dropping her hands. “Let me.”
He pushed down her knickers and then reached between her legs to part her. She moaned. He found the sensitive spot within her and began to rub circles on it, causing waves of pleasure to wash through her. She bit her lip to keep from moaning again as he increased the speed of his stokes.
He stopped abruptly, leaving her body craving more. Shifting slightly, he touched the tip of his arousal to her moisture. “Please,” she whispered, aching forward.
As soon as he heard her plea, he thrust forward and entered her slickness. She bite his neck at the pleasure that swept through her at the imitate contact. He rested inside her, his hands moving to cup her backside gently. Licking the spot she had bitten, she began to move her hips, causing him to moan. His first thrusts inside her were painfully slow. “Faster,” she whispered against his neck.
He increased the pace, and reached down to slide his finger back inside her. He found her nub and resumed his circular strokes. With both his thrusts and the strokes of this finger inside her, she felt an incredible pleasure overtake her. She threw her head back and cried his name as her climax claimed her, tightening around him.
He thrust inside her, and once she found her release, allowed himself to find his own. He spilled himself inside her and slumped over. Both of their bodies rested against the counter unable to support their own weight, let alone each other’s as well.
Ginny was breathing hard, holding Draco’s hot body to his, when she whispered, “Damn.”
He chuckled, his breathing and pulse slowing down. “Damn,” he agreed.
“My cookies,” she exclaimed, pushing him away.
He pulled her closer instead of letting her go and grabbed his wand that was on the counter. Waving his wand and muttered a few spells, he finished the cookies in record time. “I don't understand why you refuse to cook using your wand,” he told her, smiling smugly.
“It’s no fun if you don’t do it yourself,” Ginny tried to explain. He lifted her up on the counter and followed her, both sitting in the flour she had put up for the cookies. Curling up on the counter, she rested her head on his chest and sighed.
“What?” he asked, his hand absentmindedly playing with her hair.
She murmured a sound of acknowledgement.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, twirling her long red hair around his finger.
She smiled widely. “Nothing.”
The oven time went off and she jumped. “God that was fast.”
“Magic, Ginny, magic.” He used his wand to take the cookies out of the oven, bring a plate from the cupboard, and he placed a cookie onto the plate in which it levitated over to the couple. “Take it.”
Ginny grabbed for the hot cookie, and bit into it, surprised that it didn’t hurt her mouth.
“Like it?” His voice was mischievous as if there was something she didn’t know.
“It’s good,” she said, uncertain.
“Take another bite,” he urged.
She did as he said, and her teeth hit something hard. “What the?” She pulled the cookie from her mouth and saw a side of a ring protruding from it. She glanced up at Draco in surprise, her eyes wide. “Draco?” she prompted in a soft voice holding the ring that was still hot from the oven up.
He took the ring from her, and then held it out to her. “I think this is the best way to relieve stress… What about we make this more permanent?” He proposed to her as they sat, naked, in a pile of flour in the middle of her kitchen.
She laughed, joy flooding threw her. She leaned over and whispered, “This isn’t such a bad night after all,” in his mouth before kissing him.
ORIGINAL REQUEST
BRIEFLY describe what you'd like to receive: Ginny baking for Draco.
The tone/mood of the fic: Chick-lit. In a 3rd POV.
A Theme/element/line of dialogue/object you want in your fic: Food. Love.
Canon or AU? AU.
Rating of the the fic you want: Anything.
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): Slash, Rough sex, cliches, getting on the knees and proposing (can I please have an unorthodox way of proposing?)