"It Began as Misdirection" - Adelaide & Galen Gryffindor.
Title: It Began as Misdirection. (023. Lovers)
Characters/Pairing: Adelaide/Galen.
Rating: PG13 to R (sexual content - I'm crap at rating things).
Word Count: 538
A/N: Galen Gryffindor is Sil's brainchild, not mine.
Exhausted, Adelaide let her head fall back into the hand that waited to cradle it. She spent a few blissful moments with her eyes closed, welcoming the familiar weight of Galen on top of her. Feeling him smile against the skin of her shoulder, she glanced down just he raised his chin to look at her. Immediately, the smile turned into an undoubtedly smug grin and she remembered this wasn’t supposed to have happened. Certainly not here. She had promised herself so faithfully that she wouldn’t fall for this again. Turning her face away as he moved to kiss her, she pinched his arm. He flinched and rolled away from her - admittedly, that was harder than she’d intended - and she seized the linen they had intended to use as a picnic blanket. They stood simultaneously, and as she wrapped the linen around herself, Adele allowed her eyes to roam while his back was turned.
“If you’re going to be sullen about a quick tumble, you shouldn’t stare.” Either he was becoming conceited or was developing eyes in the back of his head. She chose to ignore the voice that pointed out how well he knew her.
“When I said such behaviour was beneath me, Galen, I did not mean that… That I should be the one beneath,” she answered awkwardly. There was no one else around, and still she was tailoring everything she said to somehow remain socially acceptable. He turned to face her, arms folded across his chest. His eyes lit with amusement as her cheeks flushed. Suddenly it dawned on Adelaide why he had no discernable tan lines and she struggled to keep her gaze above chest-height.
“If you don’t stop staring I’ll demand a second round.” Third, she correctly mentally as he swept her up. “Alternatively, we could go swimming.” He started towards the lake with a determined grin on his face.
Adelaide’s jaw dropped in indignation, “You wouldn’t dare.”
“You’re still staring,” he reminded her. The water was just over his knees.
“Well, where would you have me look?” was the slightly panicked response. He extended his arms as if to drop her, warranting a pre-emptive shriek. Both arms clung to his neck in a death grip. Placing a kiss on the top of her head, Galen waded back out of the lake. “That’s a bit too cold,” he confessed, letting her stand again, “I’m not quite that cruel.” And he didn't wish to join her should she become vindictive.
She stood looking up at him for a moment before biting her lip to suppress any mischievous giggles. Undoing the knot that was keeping the linen wrapped about her chest, she opened it up to make space for him and slipped her arms around his waist.
“That’s it,” he pulled away and lifted her up to his own height, conveniently causing her to drop the linen, “Break time is over and I reserve the right to demand a second round.”
“Third round,” Adelaide murmured through a kiss, briefly wondering if there were any incubi in the Gryffindor family. She felt him smile against her lips as her legs locked round his waist.
Pulling away for a second, Galen grinned, “Doesn’t count if you’re clothed.”
Characters/Pairing: Adelaide/Galen.
Rating: PG13 to R (sexual content - I'm crap at rating things).
Word Count: 538
A/N: Galen Gryffindor is Sil's brainchild, not mine.
Exhausted, Adelaide let her head fall back into the hand that waited to cradle it. She spent a few blissful moments with her eyes closed, welcoming the familiar weight of Galen on top of her. Feeling him smile against the skin of her shoulder, she glanced down just he raised his chin to look at her. Immediately, the smile turned into an undoubtedly smug grin and she remembered this wasn’t supposed to have happened. Certainly not here. She had promised herself so faithfully that she wouldn’t fall for this again. Turning her face away as he moved to kiss her, she pinched his arm. He flinched and rolled away from her - admittedly, that was harder than she’d intended - and she seized the linen they had intended to use as a picnic blanket. They stood simultaneously, and as she wrapped the linen around herself, Adele allowed her eyes to roam while his back was turned.
“If you’re going to be sullen about a quick tumble, you shouldn’t stare.” Either he was becoming conceited or was developing eyes in the back of his head. She chose to ignore the voice that pointed out how well he knew her.
“When I said such behaviour was beneath me, Galen, I did not mean that… That I should be the one beneath,” she answered awkwardly. There was no one else around, and still she was tailoring everything she said to somehow remain socially acceptable. He turned to face her, arms folded across his chest. His eyes lit with amusement as her cheeks flushed. Suddenly it dawned on Adelaide why he had no discernable tan lines and she struggled to keep her gaze above chest-height.
“If you don’t stop staring I’ll demand a second round.” Third, she correctly mentally as he swept her up. “Alternatively, we could go swimming.” He started towards the lake with a determined grin on his face.
Adelaide’s jaw dropped in indignation, “You wouldn’t dare.”
“You’re still staring,” he reminded her. The water was just over his knees.
“Well, where would you have me look?” was the slightly panicked response. He extended his arms as if to drop her, warranting a pre-emptive shriek. Both arms clung to his neck in a death grip. Placing a kiss on the top of her head, Galen waded back out of the lake. “That’s a bit too cold,” he confessed, letting her stand again, “I’m not quite that cruel.” And he didn't wish to join her should she become vindictive.
She stood looking up at him for a moment before biting her lip to suppress any mischievous giggles. Undoing the knot that was keeping the linen wrapped about her chest, she opened it up to make space for him and slipped her arms around his waist.
“That’s it,” he pulled away and lifted her up to his own height, conveniently causing her to drop the linen, “Break time is over and I reserve the right to demand a second round.”
“Third round,” Adelaide murmured through a kiss, briefly wondering if there were any incubi in the Gryffindor family. She felt him smile against her lips as her legs locked round his waist.
Pulling away for a second, Galen grinned, “Doesn’t count if you’re clothed.”