The Fool - Part 4
Below is the next of The Fool. If you can't remember what the hey-ho I am talking about here is the link to the previous posts :) dr's memories.
Rating: R-ish
Unbetaed, read while wearing your spelling and grammar goggles on tolerance level = HIGH
The Fool - Part 4
Ginny apparated from her office at St. Mungo's to the bedroom of her tiny flat. With a careless flick of her wand two candles across the room were lit setting the room in a soft glow. She shrugged out of her hospital robes and they pooled to the floor as her fingers deftly unlatched her bra. She was pulling at the elastic of her knickers when the hair on the back of her neck rose in warning. Leaning against the doorframe was Draco Malfoy.
His breath hitched as he looked at her nearly naked body. Gods, she was glorious. His smoldering gaze traveled up her toned legs, smooth stomach and bared chest to meet a cold smile. Ginny slowly brought her arms up to cover herself; emphasizing her nakedness.
"I always knew you'd come crawling back," she taunted him with his own words, forcing the hunger from her eyes.
"I guess you're right," he conceded with a slight nod. "You never answered my owl."
She turned from him to rifle distractedly through the nightstand drawer to avoid looking at him. "There was nothing to answer. I read the rubbish you wrote and threw it out," she answered over her shoulder. "How did you get in here?"
A mischievous smirk graced Draco's face. He was proud of how clever he had been. "I flooed from Longbottom's."
She turned to face him, a look of irritation marring her face. "Joining forces with the enemy?"
"Oh," Draco drawled as he pushed away from the doorjamb and approached her. "Neville was more than willing to help me get to you." His last words were felt caressing her check, he was so close.
Ginny's eyes closed as she absorbed his nearness. She had little self-control to Draco's physical pull and she was losing the grasp on her resolve. Her mind berated her traitorous body as she drank in his heady scent.
His brow brushed against hers as he bent to whisper, "How can my honesty be rubbish?"
Involuntarily, Ginny's hand reached up to grip his muscular shoulder in an attempt to rein in her keening body. Tugging her earlobe between his lips, he exhaled and sent her coiling tightly as he wound her in a cocoon of pleasure. His hands settled at her hips, his thumbs circling slowly on her bare midriff to distract her from the fact he was edging her back against the bed.
Ginny laid herself across the duvet, entranced by the moist lips pulling at the delicate skin of her neck. The hand she had braced against his shoulder found itself woven in Draco's platinum locks as his mouth came crashing to hers. His kiss was intoxicating. His tongue invading, stroking against hers. His white teeth supped at her lips, drawing her further under his spell.
Warm air crossed her nipple, puckering it, and his mouth followed, increasing her pleasure. Gently, taking her arms in his firm hands, he laid them above her head allowing him full access to her body. His mouth laved one creamy globe and then the other as he shifted off of her, laying along her body's length.
Draco stole a quick glance at the temptress in his arms. Titan hair fanned on the bedspread, her arms framing her head. The wrinkle in her brow spoke of how she was fighting against the tidal wave of pleasure inside her. He'd been on this precipice before.
He nuzzled her ribcage before recapturing the rosy peak in his mouth. His mouth vibrating,"Shhh," across her breast when she called his name.
Draco was a smart enough man to realize that if he kept her wrapped in pleasure, he might have a chance to win Ginny back. His intention was to remind her of how they had once been as a couple. They had been passionate and so in love before Ginny left to find herself and Draco left her completely.
The fingers that had been softly kneading her breast traveled lower across her stomach to slide under the elastic of her panties. The low moan purring in the back of her throat encouraged him to continue until Draco was nearly startled off the bed as Ginny sat bolt upright and pushed his hand away.
"Stop."
"What?" Was the most eloquent word he could come up with.
"I said stop. No more. This doesn't feel...," Ginny paused as she struggled off the bed and slipped on a Puddlemere United tee-shirt to cover herself. "Let's not talk about how this feels. This isn't right. You come into my home and lay in wait for me and think -," she stuttered.
"You want to stop what's going to be the only sex I've had in two years to analyze it?" Draco interrupted incredulously.
Ginny jerked her head at his words. "You haven't . . .? I mean, since... Oh, never mind," stopping herself as her blush rose. "You need to go. I will not be seduced so easily back into your arms. I loved you so completely and it nearly killed me when it ended. I can't put myself through that again. I teased myself with the possibility, but it can't. Please go."
Draco stood, smoothing the creases from his robes not meeting her eye, "If you ask me to leave, I won't be back. I won't wait while you make up your mind what you want."
"Why should you? You didn't the first time," she spat back at him. "You know your way out."
And he left.
No exciting RL news except that I am trying to coordinate making it to Slythcon! Whoo hoo!
Rating: R-ish
Unbetaed, read while wearing your spelling and grammar goggles on tolerance level = HIGH
The Fool - Part 4
Ginny apparated from her office at St. Mungo's to the bedroom of her tiny flat. With a careless flick of her wand two candles across the room were lit setting the room in a soft glow. She shrugged out of her hospital robes and they pooled to the floor as her fingers deftly unlatched her bra. She was pulling at the elastic of her knickers when the hair on the back of her neck rose in warning. Leaning against the doorframe was Draco Malfoy.
His breath hitched as he looked at her nearly naked body. Gods, she was glorious. His smoldering gaze traveled up her toned legs, smooth stomach and bared chest to meet a cold smile. Ginny slowly brought her arms up to cover herself; emphasizing her nakedness.
"I always knew you'd come crawling back," she taunted him with his own words, forcing the hunger from her eyes.
"I guess you're right," he conceded with a slight nod. "You never answered my owl."
She turned from him to rifle distractedly through the nightstand drawer to avoid looking at him. "There was nothing to answer. I read the rubbish you wrote and threw it out," she answered over her shoulder. "How did you get in here?"
A mischievous smirk graced Draco's face. He was proud of how clever he had been. "I flooed from Longbottom's."
She turned to face him, a look of irritation marring her face. "Joining forces with the enemy?"
"Oh," Draco drawled as he pushed away from the doorjamb and approached her. "Neville was more than willing to help me get to you." His last words were felt caressing her check, he was so close.
Ginny's eyes closed as she absorbed his nearness. She had little self-control to Draco's physical pull and she was losing the grasp on her resolve. Her mind berated her traitorous body as she drank in his heady scent.
His brow brushed against hers as he bent to whisper, "How can my honesty be rubbish?"
Involuntarily, Ginny's hand reached up to grip his muscular shoulder in an attempt to rein in her keening body. Tugging her earlobe between his lips, he exhaled and sent her coiling tightly as he wound her in a cocoon of pleasure. His hands settled at her hips, his thumbs circling slowly on her bare midriff to distract her from the fact he was edging her back against the bed.
Ginny laid herself across the duvet, entranced by the moist lips pulling at the delicate skin of her neck. The hand she had braced against his shoulder found itself woven in Draco's platinum locks as his mouth came crashing to hers. His kiss was intoxicating. His tongue invading, stroking against hers. His white teeth supped at her lips, drawing her further under his spell.
Warm air crossed her nipple, puckering it, and his mouth followed, increasing her pleasure. Gently, taking her arms in his firm hands, he laid them above her head allowing him full access to her body. His mouth laved one creamy globe and then the other as he shifted off of her, laying along her body's length.
Draco stole a quick glance at the temptress in his arms. Titan hair fanned on the bedspread, her arms framing her head. The wrinkle in her brow spoke of how she was fighting against the tidal wave of pleasure inside her. He'd been on this precipice before.
He nuzzled her ribcage before recapturing the rosy peak in his mouth. His mouth vibrating,"Shhh," across her breast when she called his name.
Draco was a smart enough man to realize that if he kept her wrapped in pleasure, he might have a chance to win Ginny back. His intention was to remind her of how they had once been as a couple. They had been passionate and so in love before Ginny left to find herself and Draco left her completely.
The fingers that had been softly kneading her breast traveled lower across her stomach to slide under the elastic of her panties. The low moan purring in the back of her throat encouraged him to continue until Draco was nearly startled off the bed as Ginny sat bolt upright and pushed his hand away.
"Stop."
"What?" Was the most eloquent word he could come up with.
"I said stop. No more. This doesn't feel...," Ginny paused as she struggled off the bed and slipped on a Puddlemere United tee-shirt to cover herself. "Let's not talk about how this feels. This isn't right. You come into my home and lay in wait for me and think -," she stuttered.
"You want to stop what's going to be the only sex I've had in two years to analyze it?" Draco interrupted incredulously.
Ginny jerked her head at his words. "You haven't . . .? I mean, since... Oh, never mind," stopping herself as her blush rose. "You need to go. I will not be seduced so easily back into your arms. I loved you so completely and it nearly killed me when it ended. I can't put myself through that again. I teased myself with the possibility, but it can't. Please go."
Draco stood, smoothing the creases from his robes not meeting her eye, "If you ask me to leave, I won't be back. I won't wait while you make up your mind what you want."
"Why should you? You didn't the first time," she spat back at him. "You know your way out."
And he left.
No exciting RL news except that I am trying to coordinate making it to Slythcon! Whoo hoo!