Emmeline/Sturgis, p5
Title: Matchbox Romance, p5
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Emmeline Vance/Sturgis Podmore
Word Count: 875
CD & Song: MB20 EP - Crutch
Rating: R
Authors Notes: Sorry this has been so long in the making. I really hope you enjoy it!! BTW, this is part 5/6, I highly recommend reading parts 1-4 first.
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She wasn’t sure what made her do it. She watched as her hand scrawled the message onto the brittle parchment. She avoided the eyes of the owl as she tied the letter to his leg. And, now she waiting. She waited impatiently, nervously, anxiously. She waited on the couch, she waited near the window, and she waited in her room. Just as Emmeline had given up on her waiting she heard a knock at the door.
With trepidation se opened the larder oak door, When she saw him her heart stopped. He looked quite out of place among the upscale homes of Wizarding Wessex. His hair was just as she recalled, rough and yellow as straw. His eyes looked hardened and hi face bore more wrinkles than most their age.
"Mrs. Vance." He greeted her formally, catching her off guard.
"Sturgis- I- thank you, place, come in." there was a tense since after he’d closed the door.
"Where’s your husband?" He asked in a slightly less than friendly tone. Emmeline couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye.
"He’s away- on business. Would you like some tea, or brandy perhaps?"
After tea Emmeline showed Sturgis around her home, they were both much more relaxed now and talking like old times. She turned to explain something or other to him about the bedroom and found him standing quite close. His scent filled her head and she felt intoxicated with it. She ignored her conscious as she let her hands slide over his chest with curiosity. For fear of what she’d find there, she didn’t meet his eyes as she undid his robes. Only when his callused hand stopped her did she look into his eyes. They were stormy with arousal, self control, and doubt.
"Emmeline, are you sure about this? I- I can’t handle losing you-" Yet he knew he couldn’t deny her, he never could. He couldn’t deny that he wanted her too. Nightly, he’d dreamed of creamy skin and deep eyes. And now, after all these years, here she was offering herself to him.
His kiss was rough and hungry and his hands navigated her curves like a path well traveled. Years had not worm away the instinct, like finding your way home, the heart never forgets.
High-class silken robes lay abandoned next to his second hand ones. Her nails trailed his chiseled chest as is eyes took in her creamy skin, adorned with haute lingerie. It wasn’t until her hand moved to undo his muggle jeans that he raised any for of objection.
"Yes Sturgis." He voice as raw and rough and shot straight to his crotch. Soon enough she was on her back surrounded by expensive linens. He looked deep into her eyes with a moment’s hesitation. "Please" she begged he thrust hard into her. Emmelines back arching against the feather mattress. She wound her legs around his torso and forced him in deeper.
As she neared her climax Sturgis relished in her moans and the thin sheen of swear covering her flawless skin. He thrust harder and faster taking from her what he’d been denied all these years and fighting the thought of poor Thomas Vance, cuckolded in his own home. As Emmeline came against him he too was sent over the edge, spilling himself into her and muttering a single word- "Emily."
The covers were soft around him and for the first morning in quite along time he woke happy, with Emmeline’s taste still on his lips. "Emily." He whispered groping for her in the elegant bed. But she was not there. A smell that reminded him of Narcissa Black betrayed her presence in the corner chair. He raised himself to see his angel in a morning robe sucking on a muggle cig. "You never used to smoke."
"You need to leave Mr. Podmore."
"Emily-"
"Thomas and I have been having- problems, and I- well I made a mistake. Thomas Vance is a very kind man and doesn’t deserve this."
"Why don’t you call him your husband. You always call him by his name." Sturgis was up and hi anger was hardly masked from his voice, as he pulled his jeans back on. Emmeline didn’t answer but looked to the floor take bother drag off the cigarette. "What am I to you Emmeline Vance? Just a plot for revenge on your husband? TELL ME!" He pulled her up by her arm. "tell me what I mean to you! TELL ME! Tell me you love Thomas Vance." She looked away and winced at his violent tone, but she knew she deserved it.
What was it that had made her hand write the letter or undo his robes or scratch down his back as he came inside her? Passion, perhaps. A passion his dear Emily had never felt for Thomas Vance. The closest thing to love she’d ever felt for another. The memory of his touch that had haunted her since her wedding night.
But Thomas was a good man- hard working, caring, and honest- and he didn’t deserve this from her. "I’m sorry Sturgis." The tears flowed for the first time since the gardens of Hogwarts. The pop of his apperation left her tears undried and little Emily to live up to her mistakes.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Emmeline Vance/Sturgis Podmore
Word Count: 875
CD & Song: MB20 EP - Crutch
Rating: R
Authors Notes: Sorry this has been so long in the making. I really hope you enjoy it!! BTW, this is part 5/6, I highly recommend reading parts 1-4 first.
l 1l 2l 3l4l
She wasn’t sure what made her do it. She watched as her hand scrawled the message onto the brittle parchment. She avoided the eyes of the owl as she tied the letter to his leg. And, now she waiting. She waited impatiently, nervously, anxiously. She waited on the couch, she waited near the window, and she waited in her room. Just as Emmeline had given up on her waiting she heard a knock at the door.
With trepidation se opened the larder oak door, When she saw him her heart stopped. He looked quite out of place among the upscale homes of Wizarding Wessex. His hair was just as she recalled, rough and yellow as straw. His eyes looked hardened and hi face bore more wrinkles than most their age.
"Mrs. Vance." He greeted her formally, catching her off guard.
"Sturgis- I- thank you, place, come in." there was a tense since after he’d closed the door.
"Where’s your husband?" He asked in a slightly less than friendly tone. Emmeline couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye.
"He’s away- on business. Would you like some tea, or brandy perhaps?"
After tea Emmeline showed Sturgis around her home, they were both much more relaxed now and talking like old times. She turned to explain something or other to him about the bedroom and found him standing quite close. His scent filled her head and she felt intoxicated with it. She ignored her conscious as she let her hands slide over his chest with curiosity. For fear of what she’d find there, she didn’t meet his eyes as she undid his robes. Only when his callused hand stopped her did she look into his eyes. They were stormy with arousal, self control, and doubt.
"Emmeline, are you sure about this? I- I can’t handle losing you-" Yet he knew he couldn’t deny her, he never could. He couldn’t deny that he wanted her too. Nightly, he’d dreamed of creamy skin and deep eyes. And now, after all these years, here she was offering herself to him.
His kiss was rough and hungry and his hands navigated her curves like a path well traveled. Years had not worm away the instinct, like finding your way home, the heart never forgets.
High-class silken robes lay abandoned next to his second hand ones. Her nails trailed his chiseled chest as is eyes took in her creamy skin, adorned with haute lingerie. It wasn’t until her hand moved to undo his muggle jeans that he raised any for of objection.
"Yes Sturgis." He voice as raw and rough and shot straight to his crotch. Soon enough she was on her back surrounded by expensive linens. He looked deep into her eyes with a moment’s hesitation. "Please" she begged he thrust hard into her. Emmelines back arching against the feather mattress. She wound her legs around his torso and forced him in deeper.
As she neared her climax Sturgis relished in her moans and the thin sheen of swear covering her flawless skin. He thrust harder and faster taking from her what he’d been denied all these years and fighting the thought of poor Thomas Vance, cuckolded in his own home. As Emmeline came against him he too was sent over the edge, spilling himself into her and muttering a single word- "Emily."
The covers were soft around him and for the first morning in quite along time he woke happy, with Emmeline’s taste still on his lips. "Emily." He whispered groping for her in the elegant bed. But she was not there. A smell that reminded him of Narcissa Black betrayed her presence in the corner chair. He raised himself to see his angel in a morning robe sucking on a muggle cig. "You never used to smoke."
"You need to leave Mr. Podmore."
"Emily-"
"Thomas and I have been having- problems, and I- well I made a mistake. Thomas Vance is a very kind man and doesn’t deserve this."
"Why don’t you call him your husband. You always call him by his name." Sturgis was up and hi anger was hardly masked from his voice, as he pulled his jeans back on. Emmeline didn’t answer but looked to the floor take bother drag off the cigarette. "What am I to you Emmeline Vance? Just a plot for revenge on your husband? TELL ME!" He pulled her up by her arm. "tell me what I mean to you! TELL ME! Tell me you love Thomas Vance." She looked away and winced at his violent tone, but she knew she deserved it.
What was it that had made her hand write the letter or undo his robes or scratch down his back as he came inside her? Passion, perhaps. A passion his dear Emily had never felt for Thomas Vance. The closest thing to love she’d ever felt for another. The memory of his touch that had haunted her since her wedding night.
But Thomas was a good man- hard working, caring, and honest- and he didn’t deserve this from her. "I’m sorry Sturgis." The tears flowed for the first time since the gardens of Hogwarts. The pop of his apperation left her tears undried and little Emily to live up to her mistakes.