No Sex on the First Date
Title: No Sex on the First Date
Author: enchanted_jae
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 555
Challenge:
- Recipient: harrysexmagick
- Keywords: kissed, virgin, petting
- Dialogue: "I wanna feel dirty."
Summary: In this sequel to Expensive Tastes and Old-Fashioned Values, Harry finds out just how old-fashioned Malfoy really is.
"Pick me up promptly at seven o'clock, and don't be late."
Malfoy's admonishment ran through Harry's head as he arrived at Malfoy's home and rang the bell. His "date" opened the door and beckoned him inside.
"Would you care for a drink?" Malfoy offered politely. He was dressed to kill, and Harry hoped that his own attire measured up. After all, they were going to one of the most elegant restaurants in London.
Harry checked his Muggle timepiece. "Thank you, but our reservation is for eight, and we should be going." Even with his fame, Harry had had trouble securing a reservation for them on such short notice at La Maison du Mer, which was one of the most upscale seafood restaurants in all of London, Muggle or wizarding. Malfoy had said he wanted expensive, so Harry had chosen the best.
They were seated immediately upon arrival, in an intimate nook that featured low, romantic lighting and a very discreet wait-staff. "I must say, Potter, I am impressed," Malfoy remarked once they were comfortably settled with drinks and appetizers.
"Only the best will do for you," Harry replied.
Malfoy looked at him sharply. "The best, meaning you?"
"I didn't say that," Harry replied, voice casual as he sipped his wine.
"You didn't have to; I caught the implication," Malfoy said with a slight roll of his eyes.
Harry merely grinned and shrugged one shoulder. They placed their order for dinner, then spent an enjoyable hour and a half talking and eating. Harry was surprised at how comfortable he felt in Malfoy's company, once they'd gotten past their usual, almost-obligatory snarking at one another. He was rather disappointed when they'd finished dessert and it was time to escort his date home once more. Harry was grateful, therefore, when Malfoy invited him inside.
"How about that drink?" offered the blond, and this time, Harry accepted.
By the time he was halfway through his snifter of brandy, Harry was seriously beginning to reconsider his own stance on not pushing for sex on a first date. Malfoy really did look delicious in his black trousers, white shirt and gray and black striped tie. His blond hair had a habit of falling over his left eye, and Harry had a strong urge to brush it aside. Setting his glass on the low coffee table, Harry leaned close and kissed his date. Malfoy stiffened, seeming hesitant at first, but he quickly warmed to the activity and kissed Harry back. Snogging so passionately inevitably led to petting and groping, and Harry soon forgot all about his no sex on a first date rule. Breaking free of Malfoy's lips, he purred, "Shall we shag?"
"I'm saving myself for marriage," Malfoy murmured, nibbling on Harry's neck.
Harry sat back and blurted, "Do you mean to tell me you're a virgin?!"
Malfoy lifted his head enough to reply, "I told you I was old-fashioned."
"But, I want to shag!" protested Harry. "I wanna feel dirty," he added in a leer.
Malfoy sat up and scooted marginally away from him and crossed his arms belligerently. "If you want to feel dirty," he scoffed, "then I suggest you go roll in the mud."
Author: enchanted_jae
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 555
Challenge:
- Recipient: harrysexmagick
- Keywords: kissed, virgin, petting
- Dialogue: "I wanna feel dirty."
Summary: In this sequel to Expensive Tastes and Old-Fashioned Values, Harry finds out just how old-fashioned Malfoy really is.
"Pick me up promptly at seven o'clock, and don't be late."
Malfoy's admonishment ran through Harry's head as he arrived at Malfoy's home and rang the bell. His "date" opened the door and beckoned him inside.
"Would you care for a drink?" Malfoy offered politely. He was dressed to kill, and Harry hoped that his own attire measured up. After all, they were going to one of the most elegant restaurants in London.
Harry checked his Muggle timepiece. "Thank you, but our reservation is for eight, and we should be going." Even with his fame, Harry had had trouble securing a reservation for them on such short notice at La Maison du Mer, which was one of the most upscale seafood restaurants in all of London, Muggle or wizarding. Malfoy had said he wanted expensive, so Harry had chosen the best.
They were seated immediately upon arrival, in an intimate nook that featured low, romantic lighting and a very discreet wait-staff. "I must say, Potter, I am impressed," Malfoy remarked once they were comfortably settled with drinks and appetizers.
"Only the best will do for you," Harry replied.
Malfoy looked at him sharply. "The best, meaning you?"
"I didn't say that," Harry replied, voice casual as he sipped his wine.
"You didn't have to; I caught the implication," Malfoy said with a slight roll of his eyes.
Harry merely grinned and shrugged one shoulder. They placed their order for dinner, then spent an enjoyable hour and a half talking and eating. Harry was surprised at how comfortable he felt in Malfoy's company, once they'd gotten past their usual, almost-obligatory snarking at one another. He was rather disappointed when they'd finished dessert and it was time to escort his date home once more. Harry was grateful, therefore, when Malfoy invited him inside.
"How about that drink?" offered the blond, and this time, Harry accepted.
By the time he was halfway through his snifter of brandy, Harry was seriously beginning to reconsider his own stance on not pushing for sex on a first date. Malfoy really did look delicious in his black trousers, white shirt and gray and black striped tie. His blond hair had a habit of falling over his left eye, and Harry had a strong urge to brush it aside. Setting his glass on the low coffee table, Harry leaned close and kissed his date. Malfoy stiffened, seeming hesitant at first, but he quickly warmed to the activity and kissed Harry back. Snogging so passionately inevitably led to petting and groping, and Harry soon forgot all about his no sex on a first date rule. Breaking free of Malfoy's lips, he purred, "Shall we shag?"
"I'm saving myself for marriage," Malfoy murmured, nibbling on Harry's neck.
Harry sat back and blurted, "Do you mean to tell me you're a virgin?!"
Malfoy lifted his head enough to reply, "I told you I was old-fashioned."
"But, I want to shag!" protested Harry. "I wanna feel dirty," he added in a leer.
Malfoy sat up and scooted marginally away from him and crossed his arms belligerently. "If you want to feel dirty," he scoffed, "then I suggest you go roll in the mud."