Gift for Bryonyraven!
Title: Ask
Author: ragdoll
Recipient: bryonyraven
Pairing(s): Neville/Lavender
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Neville needs to get his love life into shape after Lavender demands he be less passive in the bedroom
Warnings: Where to begin? Consensual D/s, spanking, food smut, oral sex, bondage, biting and, believe it or not, fluff.
Author's Note: Wow, what a prompt. I had a lot of fun writing this even though my Neville and Lavender muses seemed to take a 6 month long holiday to Outer Mongolia just when I needed them most. bryonyraven -- I tried to get in a lot of your requests. They seemed to enjoy them so I hope you do too.
Heaps of gratitude to my phenomenal anonymous betas (R. and M.) and wonderful hand holders (K. and K.), and most of all, my darling MC for sharing this pairing with me in the first place. And finally, thank you, thank you, thank you, stephanometra for letting me turn this in so bloody late.
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"Be more dominant". Neville Longbottom looked ruefully at the words again, written in Lavender Brown's neat hand, lavender ink on parchment and underscored in red. He was a man with a dilemma. A big dilemma. One which he wasn't quite sure how to overcome. When he'd promised his beloved that he'd do anything to save their relationship, he hadn't quite expected the demands she'd made. But, he loved her with all his heart and, if following through on this would win her back, then that's what he would do.
When Neville had asked just what "more dominant" meant, Lavender had thrown her hands in the air, snarling in disgust. When she'd finally calmed down enough to explain things, she'd said she was tired of him being so passive in their relationship -- most especially in the bedroom. She wanted him to take the initiative, she wanted him to stop treating her like a delicate flower, and most of all, she wanted him to do…things to her. Naughty things. Kinky things.
He'd blanched at the suggestion, then blushed furiously when Lavender began to rattle off a litany of activities for his consideration. That had only flustered him more. She'd finally stormed out of the room, grabbed her bags, and Floo'd off to her parents' house, leaving him alone with the list and his misgivings. However, before she left, she'd made it plain that if he couldn't change his passive ways, she would leave him for good. That was something Neville couldn't live with. Nor did he want to.
So, he began a course of study over the next few days. He frequented a number of book shops and specialty shops in both Wizarding and Muggle London on his lunch hour, shyly asking the surprisingly friendly clerks for advice. With their help, he purchased a number of books with titles like Domination for Dummies, Beginning Bondage, Wizards with Whips and 101 Sadistic Spells to Spice Up Your Sex Life, poring over them at every free moment he could find, charming them to look like herbology texts to anyone who might bother to pick them up. He worshipped Lavender, but even she wasn't worth losing his research position at Bobbin's Apothecaries over, especially if things didn't work out between then. He'd definitely need a job if he had to find another place to live at a moment's notice.
They'd been living together for 2 years now, had moved in together after their 7th year despite the protests of his Gran and Lavender's parents. There were days when Neville still couldn't believe that Lavender Brown had fallen in love with him, but she had. Of course, there weren't many students left at Hogwarts after Dumbledore had been murdered, so her choices had been limited. Or so Neville justified it to himself. Clearly she'd just liked him better than any of the other boys who'd returned that year. How she could prefer him to Seamus or Dean was beyond him, but the way Lavender's mind worked was not something that Neville could ever fathom.
However, it was obvious why he was in love with her. She was beautiful, she was adorable, and she was cleverer than most people gave her credit for. Without Parvati around to distract her, or either Harry or Ron to fawn over, Lavender had shown Neville a different side: a more thoughtful, sensitive one. They'd started out as friends, Lavender confiding her fears and concerns about the war, and then, somehow, inexplicably, a romance had started.
Naturally, it had been the talk of the school. Lavender Brown, one of the prettiest girls in school - if not the prettiest nowadays - was going out with Neville Longbottom, the fat forgetful lump. Somehow he'd managed to weather the derision because he knew Lavender really liked him. At least, he had once she'd convinced him that she wasn't taking the mickey just for a laugh. Despite the gossip and the whispering and the sniggering, their romance had blossomed, and upon leaving school, they'd gotten a flat together in London.
Still, it had been difficult. Neville had been raised a gentleman by his Gran and he respected Lavender too much to ever want to make her feel like anything less than special. It had taken several months of living together before they'd actually done more than sleep together in their bed, and then, even longer for him to feel comfortable enough to try a more daring position than what the Muggles called "Missionary". He knew she'd been frustrated with the lack of variety, but he wanted her to know how much he loved and respected her…and instead, it had just gone all pear-shaped with her storming off to her parents house after leaving her list of demands.
Well, if she wanted him to be more dominant, he would just have to be more dominant. So, he continued his studies with the same determination he'd once applied to learning defensive spells in the D.A.
After he felt a little more certain of what it was Lavender seemed to want, he returned to the shops and bought a number of toys and accessories he thought they both might enjoy, still trying to suss out just how to implement a plan of attack.
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Dear Lavender,
You're hereby ordered to come home and be ready for me at our flat at 7 pm tonight. You should be wearing the contents of the parcel I've sent with this letter and nothing else under your cloak. Hair and makeup will be left up to you. Please be prepared to spend the night.
If you agree to this, then send me a note back telling me so. If I don't hear from you, I'll assume you're no longer interested.
Love, Love,
--Neville
Neville rubbed at his forehead and stifled a yawn, exhausted by the undertaking. He'd been up for hours trying to get such a short note written to his satisfaction. The pile of crumpled parchment sitting around his feet was evidence enough of that. He hadn't wanted to come across too cold or too demanding, and yet, he hadn't wanted her to think he was being milquetoast about it either. His hands were shaking and his heart was pounding as he folded the letter over and sealed it, placing it on top of the brown paper-wrapped parcel on the kitchen table, intent on dropping it off at the Hogsmeade Post Office on his way to work. What if she told him she'd changed her mind entirely? What if she didn't respond at all? What if she'd already found herself a new bloke, one who would dominate her to her heart's content?
Neville looked at the parcel, wondering if he ought to bother at all. Perhaps he'd already lost her and just didn't know it… No, he decided. He would at least follow through on this and let her know how badly he wanted to patch things up. He'd been miserable without her this past week. If things between them were over, then it would be Lavender's choice not to accept him. At least then he would be able to live with himself, knowing he'd tried.
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The wait for a response had been excruciating - it had only been an hour or two but, to Neville, it felt like days. Or weeks. The fact that she finally answered was reassuring at least, even if the response was brief and just read: "See you at 7, Love, Lavender" and nothing more. He was disappointed that there had been no mention of the contents of the parcel; he'd fretted in the Muggle lingerie shop with the funny French name for hours trying to pick out the proper outfit for her and he'd hoped she might at least have told him if she'd liked it. If this was a clue to how the evening was going to turn out, he was very very worried indeed.
Still, he managed to leave work early, cleaning up the flat as best he could and preparing everything he'd need for Lavender's arrival before taking a quick shower and dressing in his best formal robes. She'd helped him find them at Madame Malkin's, saying they made him looked distinguished and he trusted her fashion sense implicitly. He could only hope she still felt that way when she saw him tonight.
He'd considered wearing something more traditionally Dominant but he'd felt ridiculous even thinking about wearing leather or dragon hide and he couldn't imagine that Lavender would feel any different. Not to mention most of the outfits he'd seen, if you could even call them that, were skimpy at best, covered with an array of rings and studs and spikes. While he had lost weight since school, he was hardly a muscle bound bruiser and the effect would've been comical, rather than imposing. No, he'd stick with his dress robes instead.
At precisely 7 o'clock, Neville heard the familiar pop of Apparition. His heart started thudding in his chest, a lump growing in his throat, and it took several false starts before he was able to get up from his seat in the kitchen to greet her at the front door. As his eyes lit upon Lavender, his pulse began to race even faster. She was stunning, her honey brown hair pulled up off her face and artfully arranged, her makeup flawless.
"Wow," he breathed, then caught himself. "Y-you're right on time. Good girl. D-did you do what I asked?"
Lavender smiled shyly and opened her cloak; all she had on was the lavender satin and black lace bra and knickers he'd sent, along with a pair of black high heels. Neville's eyes widened, feeling like he might pass out from the tantalizing sight. "You look really nice too. I've always liked those robes on you," she said, almost shyly.
He shook himself out of his reverie, reminding himself that he was supposed to be the one in charge. "Come here," he ordered, attempting to sound forceful. He pulled a length of black silk out of his robe pocket, liking the way her eyes widened just a little as he shook it out. "I'm going to put this on you and th-then…and then we're going to play a little game that I think you're going to like." He reached out and took her hand. "I know I will."
She cocked her head at him in curiosity, moving closer to him. To his surprise, she took his hand and started, "Nev--"
Neville raised her hand to his lips, kissing it in reassurance, letting his lips linger on her silken skin. She smelled good too, wearing that expensive French perfume he liked so much."I'm only doing what you asked me to. Trust me, love?"
"Uh huh." Biting her lip, she gave a quick nod although he could feel her trembling.
Despite that, Neville moved behind her, sliding her cloak off her shoulders, and then tied the silk around her eyes, making certain it wasn't too tight but still snug enough not to fall off. Then, putting an arm around her waist, he carefully guided her into the kitchen, leading her to a small wooden chair near the refrigerator. Once she was seated, he kissed her, his lips just brushing hers.
"I'm going to tie your wrists," he announced, running a hand down the soft curve of her arm, "so put them behind your back now." As much as he'd been afraid to do this, there was something quite exciting to see her sitting there in just her underwear looking so vulnerable, so pliable. "If anything we do is too much, you can just say 'red' and I'll stop immediately. It'll all be over. Will you do that for me?"
"Red," Lavender repeated. Her cheeks were flushed with crimson and her breathing was slightly ragged. She squirmed in her seat and then dutifully placed her slender wrists against the small of her back. "Yes, I'll remember that."
"Good girl." Neville kissed her again, this time a little harder. He could feel his cock stirring at the sight of her but he had to control himself. For now anyway.
A quick Incarcerous spell bound her hands together with silvery cords; he could see Lavender testing their strength before she sat back in the chair again.
"You look really lovely," he said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, then trailed his fingertip down the line of her neck, eliciting a soft whimper from her. "I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you too," she replied, her voice husky with need.
"W-well, now you can show me." He forced himself not to give up on the evening's plans. He'd worked too long and too hard to prove to her he could do this to give up now, although it was incredibly tempting. Just like she was. Clearing his throat, he put a hand on her knee, allowing his fingers to rove up to her bare thigh. "The…the rules are simple. We're going to play a little guessing game. I'm going to feed you things and you…you'll tell me what they are. If you're right, you'll get a nice reward. If you're wrong, you'll get a-a-a," he forced the words out, "spanking. Five smacks for each wrong answer."
"Neville!" Lavender gasped.
"And no talking unless I give you p-permission to. Except for the safe word, of course. Do that again and there'll be five more. No…ten."
She started to open her mouth in protest, seemed to think better of it and closed it again, pursing her lips into a fetching pout instead.
Neville's robes grew even more uncomfortable. "Okay, let's start then. Open your mouth."
An assortment of cut fruit, cubes of cake and several small bowls filled with a variety of sauces sat on the table next to him. He picked up a large strawberry and placed it on her tongue, watching in rapt fascination as she began to eat it.
Lavender swallowed it, her lips now stained with the tart red juice. "A strawberry?"
"Yes." Neville leaned in and kissed her, sucking on her inviting lower lip greedily before dipping his index finger into a bowl of warmed chocolate. Some of it dripped against her collarbone as he moved to feed it to her. "Oops."
He slid his finger between her parted lips, stifling a groan himself as she sucked it clean. Lowering his head, he lapped at the droplets of chocolate standing out against the pallor of her skin. Lavender moaned against his hand as he worked his mouth downward, his tongue snaking between her breasts. Encouraged by her response, he repeated the action, painting lines of chocolate along her skin several more times before returning to their game.
They continued for a few more turns, Lavender guessing bananas, peaches, chocolate cake and grapes correctly before confusing blackberries with raspberries. Each correct guess had been punctuated by heated kisses which grew in intensity as they went along. Neville cupped her breast as he told her of her mistake, tweaking her hard nipple through the silken fabric, noting the way she tensed as he reminded her of the consequences.
"Do you want to stop?" he asked, worried that this wasn't what she'd wanted at all. "You can tell me truthfully, Lav. I won't be upset."
Lavender shook her head, arching her back to push her breast against his hand. "N-no."
Only…"
"Only what, love?"
"You won't really spank me, will you?"
The thought of smacking her bottom while draped across his lap was one of the things Neville had found aroused him most as soon as he'd started reading up on the subject. "Actually, I will. And that's t-ten more for questioning me about it."
He found he liked the little mewl of frustration that escaped from her lips in response. So, he upped the number to fifteen.
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In the end, Lavender managed to accumulate an additonal fifteen smack, having mistaken apples for pears, spice cake for gingerbread and honey for treacle. In the last case, Neville couldn't help but wonder whether she'd done it on purpose - it seemed like one too easy to miss. Still, she'd managed to get the majority of things right, so he'd kissed her and caressed her in reward, her bra taken off somewhere between the Pumpkin Pasties and the jelly slugs, her now-swollen nipples anointed with whipped cream, her breasts lavished by him with finger, lips, teeth and tongue until she was squirming and moaning in his hands, her skin now covered with love bites.
"I-I think we've done enough of that," Neville rasped, the dull throb of his erection now bordering on painful. It was difficult to pull himself away from kissing and licking at her breasts but he desperately wanted more and it seemed as though she did too."Time for your p-punishment."
"But…" Lavender moaned.
Neville pulled back, helping her to her feet. "If I have to tell you again, Lavender, you're going to be very s-sorry." It was difficult being strict with her, but that's what the books had said to do, and even talking to her this way caused an immediate reaction in his groin. He moved her around so he could strip off his outer robes, still wearing a formal shirt and trousers beneath, and seat himself in the chair. He then pulled her across his lap as she wriggled helplessly against him.
She looked beautiful from this angle, he thought, as he ran his hands down the length of her spine, caressing and soothing along her creamy skin, then over the lush curves of her arse, the satin and lace soft under his palms. His fingers dipped between her thighs, rubbing against the crotch of her knickers; to his delight, they were very damp.
Lavender moaned again, her hips bucking as he touched her through her knickers.
"Right, so we were up to, erm, thirty-five smacks."
She let out a strangled sob and squirmed.
"O-or should I make it forty just for good measure?" Neville asked, trying to get up the nerve to actually do it. He didn't want to hurt her, not really. A gentleman didn't do that sort of thing to girls, especially nice ones, and of course Lavender was no tart. That had been the entire problem between them in the first place - he wanted to treat Lavender with care and respect, not like some wild animal and yet, she seemed to expect him to tear her clothes off and shag her into the mattress at any given moment.
Peeling down her knickers to expose her pert buttocks bought him a little more time, so did kneading and massaging her as she squirmed against his thighs and raised her arse a little higher as if to remind him why it was there. As if he could've forgotten.
"For Godric's sake, Neville, just…" Lavender insisted.
*SMACK!*
She squeaked in surprise, jouncing against him. Neville sat there, startled for a moment, staring at the bright red imprint of his hand against her bottom. It had felt good, amazingly good. So he did it again. And again.
The books had said to make the submissive count, but Neville had forgotten about that until it was too late. Lavender hadn't seemed to mind, so he kept a rough count in his head as he continued smacking her, the blows coming harder and quicker as he grew more assured that she wasn't going to break. In the end, he did make it forty - she hadn't said the safe word or even begged him to stop, so he could only assume that she was enjoying it as much as he was, despite her squeaks and moans or the occasional sob.
When he was finished, he pulled her up into a standing position, stripping off her knickers entirely before catching her up in a series of urgent kisses. He slid his hands down her body, pushing them between her legs. She was warm and wet, grinding herself against him wantonly as he teased her with his fingertips, first skimming her clit, then down towards her slit, smearing her juices along her thighs and the cleft of her buttocks.
Somehow he managed to back her against the table, helping her perch on the edge without losing her balance. He considered untying her or taking off the blindfold, but it felt too good to have her in his thrall so he could kiss her and touch her and play with her as he pleased…and she looked so bloody sexy like that right now.
Still touching her, Neville began to lick, kiss and nip his way down the front of her body, down the line of her throat, across her breast bone, over each breast and down her belly until he'd reached the coarse honey-coloured curls at the juncture of her thighs. He tilted her back a little farther, dropping to his knees to bury his face between her sticky thighs, using his thumbs to part her labia and expose her glistening, swollen clit.
Lavender jerked and cried out as he wrapped his lips around it, flicking his tongue against it before applying gentle pressure with his mouth, one index finger slipping inside her to thrust gently. Then two. Then three.
"Nev…oh, Nev, ooooooh, Nev," Lavender keened his name as he licked and sucked at the sensitive flesh, his fingers thrusting relentlessly.
With his free hand, he scooped up some honey from a bowl behind her, spreading it on her clit and her pink nether lips, lapping it up as it mingled with her juices. He moaned against her skin, the scent and taste of her making him agonizingly hard.
She was thrashing against him now, hips bouncing; he could hear her nails raking against the wood of the table. He tore himself away from her before she could come, ignoring her frustrated cries.
Neville fumbled with his trousers, nearly tripping over them as he shoved them down past his hips and freed his cock, guiding himself into her wet heat with an intensity he'd never experienced before. He drew Lavender against him, pushing himself into her hilt deep, his mouth hard on hers.
She tightened her legs around him, crying against his lips as he began to take her. Neville gasped as he felt her clenching around him, then yanked the blindfold off her so he could gaze into her dark eyes and see the face that he loved so much.
They moved together as one, Lavender's slender hips rising to meet his, her back arching as she molded herself against him, her fingers entwined with his behind her.
Neville kissed against her throat, burying his face in the crook of her neck and biting down hard before sucking on tender skin, intent on leaving a mark.
"Neville, oh, Neville…" she gasped.
"Come for me, Lav…please?" he whispered in her ear, voice plaintive.
She whimpered in assent, squirming in his arms, her thighs now gripping around his waist like a vice.
Neville thrust harder, feeling his balls tightening, his own need for release beyond desperate.
She started to tremble, and then shudder, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she climaxed with a loud cry. "I love you," she crooned. "Oh, god, Neville…I…love…you."
That was all he needed to hear in order to come undone. With a final thrust, he spilled inside her, peppering her damp face with kisses as their movements began to slow. He leaned across her prone body, panting and smiling, smoothing her hair off her face. "Lav…my Lavender…"
"Neville, you were…amazing," Lavender cooed, craning her neck up to kiss him.
"I-I was?" He blinked in surprise.
"Yes, you were," she assured him. "I never expected you to…do so much."
Neville felt his cheeks starting to burn. "I did it for you. For us.. I didn't want to lose you." He helped her sit up just enough to pull off the cords around her wrists, happy to feel her holding him as she wound her arms around his neck, her fingers burrowing into his hair. "S-so, you liked it?"
"Couldn't you tell?" Lavender replied, kissing him enthusiastically. "Keep on doing things like that and you'll never be rid of me."
"D-do you want it like this all the time?" Neville asked, nervously. "I'm not sure I can-"
Lavender silenced him with another kiss, giggling. "No, silly. I did like the way things were before - just not the same way each and every time we…you know. It's like wearing the same dress every day. A girl needs a variety of things in her life."
Neville grinned, reluctantly disengaging from her and pulling up his trousers, then offered her a hand to help her down from the table. "Oh, don't worry. I've got us a bunch of things I didn't get to use yet."
"Like what?" she asked curiously.
"You'll just have to wait and see," he replied with a quick kiss. "Right now, I'm too knackered to bother with them tonight. Besides, it's better if you're surprised."
"But, I want to know now," she insisted, her lower lip drooping into a luscious pout.
"Well, you're going to have to wait. And if you keep asking, th-there-there'll be another spanking in your future." He let his hand stray to her bare bottom, giving it a fast squeeze as he led her towards the bedroom. He really was knackered. Tonight's activities had exhausted him but he wouldn't have changed it for the world. Still, he expected next time would be much easier.
Lavender giggled and wriggled her arse against his hand. "Promise?"
"Promise." Neville looked at her, gazing at her in adoration. "You know I would do anything to keep you, Lav. I love you."
"I know. I just wanted you to see that we could do more than what we were doing. I didn't know how to tell you any other way." Lavender pulled Neville into their bedroom and kissed him again. "Of course, promising me anything could come back to bite you on the arse, Neville. Maybe for real. Who knows what I mind wind up doing for you."
Neville blushed, his smile growing even wider. If he wasn't careful, Lavender Brown would be the death of him.
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Author: ragdoll
Recipient: bryonyraven
Pairing(s): Neville/Lavender
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Neville needs to get his love life into shape after Lavender demands he be less passive in the bedroom
Warnings: Where to begin? Consensual D/s, spanking, food smut, oral sex, bondage, biting and, believe it or not, fluff.
Author's Note: Wow, what a prompt. I had a lot of fun writing this even though my Neville and Lavender muses seemed to take a 6 month long holiday to Outer Mongolia just when I needed them most. bryonyraven -- I tried to get in a lot of your requests. They seemed to enjoy them so I hope you do too.
Heaps of gratitude to my phenomenal anonymous betas (R. and M.) and wonderful hand holders (K. and K.), and most of all, my darling MC for sharing this pairing with me in the first place. And finally, thank you, thank you, thank you, stephanometra for letting me turn this in so bloody late.
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"Be more dominant". Neville Longbottom looked ruefully at the words again, written in Lavender Brown's neat hand, lavender ink on parchment and underscored in red. He was a man with a dilemma. A big dilemma. One which he wasn't quite sure how to overcome. When he'd promised his beloved that he'd do anything to save their relationship, he hadn't quite expected the demands she'd made. But, he loved her with all his heart and, if following through on this would win her back, then that's what he would do.
When Neville had asked just what "more dominant" meant, Lavender had thrown her hands in the air, snarling in disgust. When she'd finally calmed down enough to explain things, she'd said she was tired of him being so passive in their relationship -- most especially in the bedroom. She wanted him to take the initiative, she wanted him to stop treating her like a delicate flower, and most of all, she wanted him to do…things to her. Naughty things. Kinky things.
He'd blanched at the suggestion, then blushed furiously when Lavender began to rattle off a litany of activities for his consideration. That had only flustered him more. She'd finally stormed out of the room, grabbed her bags, and Floo'd off to her parents' house, leaving him alone with the list and his misgivings. However, before she left, she'd made it plain that if he couldn't change his passive ways, she would leave him for good. That was something Neville couldn't live with. Nor did he want to.
So, he began a course of study over the next few days. He frequented a number of book shops and specialty shops in both Wizarding and Muggle London on his lunch hour, shyly asking the surprisingly friendly clerks for advice. With their help, he purchased a number of books with titles like Domination for Dummies, Beginning Bondage, Wizards with Whips and 101 Sadistic Spells to Spice Up Your Sex Life, poring over them at every free moment he could find, charming them to look like herbology texts to anyone who might bother to pick them up. He worshipped Lavender, but even she wasn't worth losing his research position at Bobbin's Apothecaries over, especially if things didn't work out between then. He'd definitely need a job if he had to find another place to live at a moment's notice.
They'd been living together for 2 years now, had moved in together after their 7th year despite the protests of his Gran and Lavender's parents. There were days when Neville still couldn't believe that Lavender Brown had fallen in love with him, but she had. Of course, there weren't many students left at Hogwarts after Dumbledore had been murdered, so her choices had been limited. Or so Neville justified it to himself. Clearly she'd just liked him better than any of the other boys who'd returned that year. How she could prefer him to Seamus or Dean was beyond him, but the way Lavender's mind worked was not something that Neville could ever fathom.
However, it was obvious why he was in love with her. She was beautiful, she was adorable, and she was cleverer than most people gave her credit for. Without Parvati around to distract her, or either Harry or Ron to fawn over, Lavender had shown Neville a different side: a more thoughtful, sensitive one. They'd started out as friends, Lavender confiding her fears and concerns about the war, and then, somehow, inexplicably, a romance had started.
Naturally, it had been the talk of the school. Lavender Brown, one of the prettiest girls in school - if not the prettiest nowadays - was going out with Neville Longbottom, the fat forgetful lump. Somehow he'd managed to weather the derision because he knew Lavender really liked him. At least, he had once she'd convinced him that she wasn't taking the mickey just for a laugh. Despite the gossip and the whispering and the sniggering, their romance had blossomed, and upon leaving school, they'd gotten a flat together in London.
Still, it had been difficult. Neville had been raised a gentleman by his Gran and he respected Lavender too much to ever want to make her feel like anything less than special. It had taken several months of living together before they'd actually done more than sleep together in their bed, and then, even longer for him to feel comfortable enough to try a more daring position than what the Muggles called "Missionary". He knew she'd been frustrated with the lack of variety, but he wanted her to know how much he loved and respected her…and instead, it had just gone all pear-shaped with her storming off to her parents house after leaving her list of demands.
Well, if she wanted him to be more dominant, he would just have to be more dominant. So, he continued his studies with the same determination he'd once applied to learning defensive spells in the D.A.
After he felt a little more certain of what it was Lavender seemed to want, he returned to the shops and bought a number of toys and accessories he thought they both might enjoy, still trying to suss out just how to implement a plan of attack.
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Dear Lavender,
You're hereby ordered to come home and be ready for me at our flat at 7 pm tonight. You should be wearing the contents of the parcel I've sent with this letter and nothing else under your cloak. Hair and makeup will be left up to you. Please be prepared to spend the night.
If you agree to this, then send me a note back telling me so. If I don't hear from you, I'll assume you're no longer interested.
Love, Love,
--Neville
Neville rubbed at his forehead and stifled a yawn, exhausted by the undertaking. He'd been up for hours trying to get such a short note written to his satisfaction. The pile of crumpled parchment sitting around his feet was evidence enough of that. He hadn't wanted to come across too cold or too demanding, and yet, he hadn't wanted her to think he was being milquetoast about it either. His hands were shaking and his heart was pounding as he folded the letter over and sealed it, placing it on top of the brown paper-wrapped parcel on the kitchen table, intent on dropping it off at the Hogsmeade Post Office on his way to work. What if she told him she'd changed her mind entirely? What if she didn't respond at all? What if she'd already found herself a new bloke, one who would dominate her to her heart's content?
Neville looked at the parcel, wondering if he ought to bother at all. Perhaps he'd already lost her and just didn't know it… No, he decided. He would at least follow through on this and let her know how badly he wanted to patch things up. He'd been miserable without her this past week. If things between them were over, then it would be Lavender's choice not to accept him. At least then he would be able to live with himself, knowing he'd tried.
* * *
The wait for a response had been excruciating - it had only been an hour or two but, to Neville, it felt like days. Or weeks. The fact that she finally answered was reassuring at least, even if the response was brief and just read: "See you at 7, Love, Lavender" and nothing more. He was disappointed that there had been no mention of the contents of the parcel; he'd fretted in the Muggle lingerie shop with the funny French name for hours trying to pick out the proper outfit for her and he'd hoped she might at least have told him if she'd liked it. If this was a clue to how the evening was going to turn out, he was very very worried indeed.
Still, he managed to leave work early, cleaning up the flat as best he could and preparing everything he'd need for Lavender's arrival before taking a quick shower and dressing in his best formal robes. She'd helped him find them at Madame Malkin's, saying they made him looked distinguished and he trusted her fashion sense implicitly. He could only hope she still felt that way when she saw him tonight.
He'd considered wearing something more traditionally Dominant but he'd felt ridiculous even thinking about wearing leather or dragon hide and he couldn't imagine that Lavender would feel any different. Not to mention most of the outfits he'd seen, if you could even call them that, were skimpy at best, covered with an array of rings and studs and spikes. While he had lost weight since school, he was hardly a muscle bound bruiser and the effect would've been comical, rather than imposing. No, he'd stick with his dress robes instead.
At precisely 7 o'clock, Neville heard the familiar pop of Apparition. His heart started thudding in his chest, a lump growing in his throat, and it took several false starts before he was able to get up from his seat in the kitchen to greet her at the front door. As his eyes lit upon Lavender, his pulse began to race even faster. She was stunning, her honey brown hair pulled up off her face and artfully arranged, her makeup flawless.
"Wow," he breathed, then caught himself. "Y-you're right on time. Good girl. D-did you do what I asked?"
Lavender smiled shyly and opened her cloak; all she had on was the lavender satin and black lace bra and knickers he'd sent, along with a pair of black high heels. Neville's eyes widened, feeling like he might pass out from the tantalizing sight. "You look really nice too. I've always liked those robes on you," she said, almost shyly.
He shook himself out of his reverie, reminding himself that he was supposed to be the one in charge. "Come here," he ordered, attempting to sound forceful. He pulled a length of black silk out of his robe pocket, liking the way her eyes widened just a little as he shook it out. "I'm going to put this on you and th-then…and then we're going to play a little game that I think you're going to like." He reached out and took her hand. "I know I will."
She cocked her head at him in curiosity, moving closer to him. To his surprise, she took his hand and started, "Nev--"
Neville raised her hand to his lips, kissing it in reassurance, letting his lips linger on her silken skin. She smelled good too, wearing that expensive French perfume he liked so much."I'm only doing what you asked me to. Trust me, love?"
"Uh huh." Biting her lip, she gave a quick nod although he could feel her trembling.
Despite that, Neville moved behind her, sliding her cloak off her shoulders, and then tied the silk around her eyes, making certain it wasn't too tight but still snug enough not to fall off. Then, putting an arm around her waist, he carefully guided her into the kitchen, leading her to a small wooden chair near the refrigerator. Once she was seated, he kissed her, his lips just brushing hers.
"I'm going to tie your wrists," he announced, running a hand down the soft curve of her arm, "so put them behind your back now." As much as he'd been afraid to do this, there was something quite exciting to see her sitting there in just her underwear looking so vulnerable, so pliable. "If anything we do is too much, you can just say 'red' and I'll stop immediately. It'll all be over. Will you do that for me?"
"Red," Lavender repeated. Her cheeks were flushed with crimson and her breathing was slightly ragged. She squirmed in her seat and then dutifully placed her slender wrists against the small of her back. "Yes, I'll remember that."
"Good girl." Neville kissed her again, this time a little harder. He could feel his cock stirring at the sight of her but he had to control himself. For now anyway.
A quick Incarcerous spell bound her hands together with silvery cords; he could see Lavender testing their strength before she sat back in the chair again.
"You look really lovely," he said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, then trailed his fingertip down the line of her neck, eliciting a soft whimper from her. "I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you too," she replied, her voice husky with need.
"W-well, now you can show me." He forced himself not to give up on the evening's plans. He'd worked too long and too hard to prove to her he could do this to give up now, although it was incredibly tempting. Just like she was. Clearing his throat, he put a hand on her knee, allowing his fingers to rove up to her bare thigh. "The…the rules are simple. We're going to play a little guessing game. I'm going to feed you things and you…you'll tell me what they are. If you're right, you'll get a nice reward. If you're wrong, you'll get a-a-a," he forced the words out, "spanking. Five smacks for each wrong answer."
"Neville!" Lavender gasped.
"And no talking unless I give you p-permission to. Except for the safe word, of course. Do that again and there'll be five more. No…ten."
She started to open her mouth in protest, seemed to think better of it and closed it again, pursing her lips into a fetching pout instead.
Neville's robes grew even more uncomfortable. "Okay, let's start then. Open your mouth."
An assortment of cut fruit, cubes of cake and several small bowls filled with a variety of sauces sat on the table next to him. He picked up a large strawberry and placed it on her tongue, watching in rapt fascination as she began to eat it.
Lavender swallowed it, her lips now stained with the tart red juice. "A strawberry?"
"Yes." Neville leaned in and kissed her, sucking on her inviting lower lip greedily before dipping his index finger into a bowl of warmed chocolate. Some of it dripped against her collarbone as he moved to feed it to her. "Oops."
He slid his finger between her parted lips, stifling a groan himself as she sucked it clean. Lowering his head, he lapped at the droplets of chocolate standing out against the pallor of her skin. Lavender moaned against his hand as he worked his mouth downward, his tongue snaking between her breasts. Encouraged by her response, he repeated the action, painting lines of chocolate along her skin several more times before returning to their game.
They continued for a few more turns, Lavender guessing bananas, peaches, chocolate cake and grapes correctly before confusing blackberries with raspberries. Each correct guess had been punctuated by heated kisses which grew in intensity as they went along. Neville cupped her breast as he told her of her mistake, tweaking her hard nipple through the silken fabric, noting the way she tensed as he reminded her of the consequences.
"Do you want to stop?" he asked, worried that this wasn't what she'd wanted at all. "You can tell me truthfully, Lav. I won't be upset."
Lavender shook her head, arching her back to push her breast against his hand. "N-no."
Only…"
"Only what, love?"
"You won't really spank me, will you?"
The thought of smacking her bottom while draped across his lap was one of the things Neville had found aroused him most as soon as he'd started reading up on the subject. "Actually, I will. And that's t-ten more for questioning me about it."
He found he liked the little mewl of frustration that escaped from her lips in response. So, he upped the number to fifteen.
* * *
In the end, Lavender managed to accumulate an additonal fifteen smack, having mistaken apples for pears, spice cake for gingerbread and honey for treacle. In the last case, Neville couldn't help but wonder whether she'd done it on purpose - it seemed like one too easy to miss. Still, she'd managed to get the majority of things right, so he'd kissed her and caressed her in reward, her bra taken off somewhere between the Pumpkin Pasties and the jelly slugs, her now-swollen nipples anointed with whipped cream, her breasts lavished by him with finger, lips, teeth and tongue until she was squirming and moaning in his hands, her skin now covered with love bites.
"I-I think we've done enough of that," Neville rasped, the dull throb of his erection now bordering on painful. It was difficult to pull himself away from kissing and licking at her breasts but he desperately wanted more and it seemed as though she did too."Time for your p-punishment."
"But…" Lavender moaned.
Neville pulled back, helping her to her feet. "If I have to tell you again, Lavender, you're going to be very s-sorry." It was difficult being strict with her, but that's what the books had said to do, and even talking to her this way caused an immediate reaction in his groin. He moved her around so he could strip off his outer robes, still wearing a formal shirt and trousers beneath, and seat himself in the chair. He then pulled her across his lap as she wriggled helplessly against him.
She looked beautiful from this angle, he thought, as he ran his hands down the length of her spine, caressing and soothing along her creamy skin, then over the lush curves of her arse, the satin and lace soft under his palms. His fingers dipped between her thighs, rubbing against the crotch of her knickers; to his delight, they were very damp.
Lavender moaned again, her hips bucking as he touched her through her knickers.
"Right, so we were up to, erm, thirty-five smacks."
She let out a strangled sob and squirmed.
"O-or should I make it forty just for good measure?" Neville asked, trying to get up the nerve to actually do it. He didn't want to hurt her, not really. A gentleman didn't do that sort of thing to girls, especially nice ones, and of course Lavender was no tart. That had been the entire problem between them in the first place - he wanted to treat Lavender with care and respect, not like some wild animal and yet, she seemed to expect him to tear her clothes off and shag her into the mattress at any given moment.
Peeling down her knickers to expose her pert buttocks bought him a little more time, so did kneading and massaging her as she squirmed against his thighs and raised her arse a little higher as if to remind him why it was there. As if he could've forgotten.
"For Godric's sake, Neville, just…" Lavender insisted.
*SMACK!*
She squeaked in surprise, jouncing against him. Neville sat there, startled for a moment, staring at the bright red imprint of his hand against her bottom. It had felt good, amazingly good. So he did it again. And again.
The books had said to make the submissive count, but Neville had forgotten about that until it was too late. Lavender hadn't seemed to mind, so he kept a rough count in his head as he continued smacking her, the blows coming harder and quicker as he grew more assured that she wasn't going to break. In the end, he did make it forty - she hadn't said the safe word or even begged him to stop, so he could only assume that she was enjoying it as much as he was, despite her squeaks and moans or the occasional sob.
When he was finished, he pulled her up into a standing position, stripping off her knickers entirely before catching her up in a series of urgent kisses. He slid his hands down her body, pushing them between her legs. She was warm and wet, grinding herself against him wantonly as he teased her with his fingertips, first skimming her clit, then down towards her slit, smearing her juices along her thighs and the cleft of her buttocks.
Somehow he managed to back her against the table, helping her perch on the edge without losing her balance. He considered untying her or taking off the blindfold, but it felt too good to have her in his thrall so he could kiss her and touch her and play with her as he pleased…and she looked so bloody sexy like that right now.
Still touching her, Neville began to lick, kiss and nip his way down the front of her body, down the line of her throat, across her breast bone, over each breast and down her belly until he'd reached the coarse honey-coloured curls at the juncture of her thighs. He tilted her back a little farther, dropping to his knees to bury his face between her sticky thighs, using his thumbs to part her labia and expose her glistening, swollen clit.
Lavender jerked and cried out as he wrapped his lips around it, flicking his tongue against it before applying gentle pressure with his mouth, one index finger slipping inside her to thrust gently. Then two. Then three.
"Nev…oh, Nev, ooooooh, Nev," Lavender keened his name as he licked and sucked at the sensitive flesh, his fingers thrusting relentlessly.
With his free hand, he scooped up some honey from a bowl behind her, spreading it on her clit and her pink nether lips, lapping it up as it mingled with her juices. He moaned against her skin, the scent and taste of her making him agonizingly hard.
She was thrashing against him now, hips bouncing; he could hear her nails raking against the wood of the table. He tore himself away from her before she could come, ignoring her frustrated cries.
Neville fumbled with his trousers, nearly tripping over them as he shoved them down past his hips and freed his cock, guiding himself into her wet heat with an intensity he'd never experienced before. He drew Lavender against him, pushing himself into her hilt deep, his mouth hard on hers.
She tightened her legs around him, crying against his lips as he began to take her. Neville gasped as he felt her clenching around him, then yanked the blindfold off her so he could gaze into her dark eyes and see the face that he loved so much.
They moved together as one, Lavender's slender hips rising to meet his, her back arching as she molded herself against him, her fingers entwined with his behind her.
Neville kissed against her throat, burying his face in the crook of her neck and biting down hard before sucking on tender skin, intent on leaving a mark.
"Neville, oh, Neville…" she gasped.
"Come for me, Lav…please?" he whispered in her ear, voice plaintive.
She whimpered in assent, squirming in his arms, her thighs now gripping around his waist like a vice.
Neville thrust harder, feeling his balls tightening, his own need for release beyond desperate.
She started to tremble, and then shudder, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she climaxed with a loud cry. "I love you," she crooned. "Oh, god, Neville…I…love…you."
That was all he needed to hear in order to come undone. With a final thrust, he spilled inside her, peppering her damp face with kisses as their movements began to slow. He leaned across her prone body, panting and smiling, smoothing her hair off her face. "Lav…my Lavender…"
"Neville, you were…amazing," Lavender cooed, craning her neck up to kiss him.
"I-I was?" He blinked in surprise.
"Yes, you were," she assured him. "I never expected you to…do so much."
Neville felt his cheeks starting to burn. "I did it for you. For us.. I didn't want to lose you." He helped her sit up just enough to pull off the cords around her wrists, happy to feel her holding him as she wound her arms around his neck, her fingers burrowing into his hair. "S-so, you liked it?"
"Couldn't you tell?" Lavender replied, kissing him enthusiastically. "Keep on doing things like that and you'll never be rid of me."
"D-do you want it like this all the time?" Neville asked, nervously. "I'm not sure I can-"
Lavender silenced him with another kiss, giggling. "No, silly. I did like the way things were before - just not the same way each and every time we…you know. It's like wearing the same dress every day. A girl needs a variety of things in her life."
Neville grinned, reluctantly disengaging from her and pulling up his trousers, then offered her a hand to help her down from the table. "Oh, don't worry. I've got us a bunch of things I didn't get to use yet."
"Like what?" she asked curiously.
"You'll just have to wait and see," he replied with a quick kiss. "Right now, I'm too knackered to bother with them tonight. Besides, it's better if you're surprised."
"But, I want to know now," she insisted, her lower lip drooping into a luscious pout.
"Well, you're going to have to wait. And if you keep asking, th-there-there'll be another spanking in your future." He let his hand stray to her bare bottom, giving it a fast squeeze as he led her towards the bedroom. He really was knackered. Tonight's activities had exhausted him but he wouldn't have changed it for the world. Still, he expected next time would be much easier.
Lavender giggled and wriggled her arse against his hand. "Promise?"
"Promise." Neville looked at her, gazing at her in adoration. "You know I would do anything to keep you, Lav. I love you."
"I know. I just wanted you to see that we could do more than what we were doing. I didn't know how to tell you any other way." Lavender pulled Neville into their bedroom and kissed him again. "Of course, promising me anything could come back to bite you on the arse, Neville. Maybe for real. Who knows what I mind wind up doing for you."
Neville blushed, his smile growing even wider. If he wasn't careful, Lavender Brown would be the death of him.
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