WTR #18: Appreciation (Hermione/Teddy)
Title: Appreciation (Worth the Risk #18)
Pairing: Hermione/Teddy
Summary: Hermione & Teddy go upstairs
Word Count: 3040
Rating: Adult
Betas: florahart & heather11483
Note: This contains spoilers for Deathly Hallows. Previous chapters of Worth the Risk can be found here .
When Delphinia Warbeck’s music disc stops playing, it seems to be a good time to suggest moving upstairs. It’s been comfortable sitting against Teddy while listening to the music, but Hermione’s rested from the day and ready to continue what was interrupted earlier. She puts her glass on the table and looks at Teddy with what she hopes is a seductive ‘come hither’ expression, only to find his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open. That certainly explains the recent silence that she thought was just a peaceful moment.
"'Oh, you'll never keep up with me because I'm twenty years old and always horny,'" she mutters, mimicking Teddy as she gets to her feet. She frowns back at him. "My arse." She’s almost twice his age and feels energetic enough to have a spot of fun before sleeping. For a minute, she wonders if he’s faking it. It’s not beneath him to play in such a way, after all. But his breathing is even and the open mouth isn’t attractive in the slightest, so it’s obviously real. She shakes her head and picks up their glasses before stalking into the kitchen.
It’s the first night in a week that they’ve been able to find time for sex. Hugo’s sleeping, and they know it’s safe enough for Teddy to sleep over as long as he leaves early in the morning. Not even an hour ago, he practically took her right against the kitchen counter! Now, he’s napping like some old man. She understands being tired during the week after a busy day at work, but it’s the weekend and it isn’t even that late.
After she washes the dishes and puts them away, she sighs and wonders what she should do. Does she give him a blanket and let him sleep on the sofa? Or does she behave selfishly and wake him up so they can have sex? It’s his fault she’s aroused, so it really isn’t unfair to wake him, is it? If he hadn’t snogged her in the kitchen earlier, she wouldn’t be so bloody ready to be physical tonight.
That argument sounds weak even in her mind.
“Should have woken me instead of abusing your dish towel.”
“I’m not abusing the towel,” she defends, glancing at the doorway to see Teddy leaning against the wall. At his pointed look, she glares and uncurls the towel from where she’s twisted it into knots while thinking.
“Would you believe that I was napping to reserve my strength for our unfinished business?” he asks hopefully, running his fingers through his orange hair.
“Any sentence that begins with ‘would you believe’ is generally something that I wouldn’t believe.”
“Point.”
She leans against the counter and looks him over slowly. “Still sleepy? If you prefer, I can get you a blanket so you can sleep on the sofa, since you seemed quite comfortable there.”
“I see how it is now. A bloke takes a short nap and suddenly it’s the sofa for him,” he mutters. “You’re a tough woman, Hermione.”
“Yes, but you knew this before you ever asked me to dinner.”
“I wonder if I have masochistic tendencies.”
“Sounds like something you need to discuss with a professional.”
“Nah. A professional would just decide I need help, and I’d much rather have you instead.”
“Now I know you need help.”
“The only help that I need right now is deciding whether I can wait until we’re upstairs before kissing you.”
“Who says you have to choose? Really, Lupin, you’re not very clever sometimes, are you?”
“If I was, I’d have probably have been in Ravenclaw,” he says simply. He pushes off from where he‘s leaning and walks towards her. “Thing is, I don’t mind not being clever all the time. Sometimes, you have to be foolish or the world would probably get pretty dull. Besides, being constantly clever requires far more work than I like. Just too lazy.”
“So, you equate being foolish with excitement? That’s a rather twisted opinion,” she says thoughtfully, watching him walk closer. “I happen to not mind the fact that I’m rarely foolish, and my life isn’t very dull, especially recently.”
“Ah, but that’s because you have me now, and I’m your something foolish,” he tells her as he reaches out to touch her hair. It’s an odd habit of his, tucking her hair behind her ear, but she likes it more than she cares to admit. She also likes the way he bites his plump bottom lip when he’s trying to decide if she’s amenable to a kiss.
Since he’s standing in front of her now, she isn’t sure if their silly debate is worth thinking up a reply when she could be kissing him instead. The fact that she actually feels at ease enough to make such a move with Teddy tells her that she’s becoming more used to this, complications or not. The number of times they’ve been intimate can be counted on one hand, so it’s not familiarity that makes her so relaxed around him. It’s just him, in some odd way she hasn’t been able to figure out yet despite making a list.
“Are you going to kiss me or just think about it all night?” she asks curiously.
“Maybe I was waiting for you to kiss me.”
“Maybe so.” At that, she leans up and brushes his lips with hers. He sighs and moves his fingers into her hair, pulling it free from the ribbon as he presses his lips more firmly against hers. Perhaps there is some truth to his claim of a nap revitalizing him, because he kisses her passionately as his free hand moves along her back, touching everywhere he can reach.
When she feels the counter behind her back, she pulls away from the intense kiss. Before she can say anything, he nods. “Upstairs. Yeah, I know.”
While the idea of shagging in the kitchen is rather exciting in a daring kind of way, it’s not practical at all. Hugo isn’t likely to enter her room unless he’s had a nightmare, which is so rare that she can’t remember the last time, but he very well might wake and want something to drink in the middle of the night. With children around, the number of places where you can actually have sex becomes minimal, at best, even with muffling charms.
Teddy kisses her again while she’s thinking, and then murmurs, “One day, I’m going to shag you on the sofa and right here against the counter.”
“Not on the same day, I hope. I daresay my back couldn’t handle such unusual locations twice in a few hours.”
“You know, you have this adorable way of making logic appealing, even if it ruins my attempts at being sexy.”
“You consider a discussion of locations sexy? Really, Teddy, we need to broaden your mind a little.”
“Not the locations themselves, Hermione. But what I’d like to do with you in them, yeah. It’s arousing.” He waggles his eyebrows and leers playfully. “However, feel free to broaden my mind anytime.”
“You’re definitely the foolish in my life.”
He laughs and kisses her once more before he takes her hand. “Lets go upstairs so I can show you some of those ideas.”
After they put out the candles, they quietly make their way to her bedroom. It’s ridiculous to be sneaking around her own house like she’s back at school and out after curfew, but it’s necessary. While Hugo’s a deep sleeper, there’s always a chance he’ll hear something and wake up. In a few weeks when Rose gets home, it’s going to be nearly impossible because she sleeps like Hermione, which isn’t very deep at all.
A few weeks. Will this affair still be happening then? If so, it’ll have been over a month, which would signify it very well might be more than a passing fancy. It’s difficult not to think about what will happen if they reach the point where they acknowledge it’s worth the risk to become steady and public.
They reach her bedroom, and she casts a muffling charm once she closes the door. She still plans to be quiet because the thought of having sex with Hugo just down the hall is oddly terrifying, which is ridiculous considering she and Ron never had problems doing so over the years. This is different, though, so she’s trying to be extra cautious.
“Charms are up,” she whispers, watching Teddy sit so he can take off his boots. He looks up at her, hair falling across his forehead, and frowns.
“Why are you whispering if the charms are up?” he whispers back.
“Well, because.”
He arches a brow. “Because what?”
“What if they don’t work?” she asks, kicking off her trainers before she leans against the door so she can remove her socks.
“Have you ever cast a relatively simple charm that hasn’t worked?”
“That’s not the point. This could be a first time, so I’m whispering.”
“Do I have to whisper, too?”
“I don’t know.”
“The whispering is kind of hot. Your voice is all breathless and husky.”
“You’re such a man.”
“I’ve noticed that you seem to always say that whenever you agree with something risqué but don’t want to admit to it.”
“Do I?”
“None of that. There won’t be any distractions with those questions of yours. You know you do it or else you’d have denied it. I’d much rather kiss you than discuss your quirks.”
“Yes, well, any discussion of my quirks would then lead to one of yours, and we’d spend most the night listing those.”
“Very funny,” he drawls, standing up and walking towards her. He speaks quietly, which makes his tone low and rasping in a way that makes her pulse race. Based on his slow smirk, he obviously notices her reaction. “Yeah, there’s something to be said for this whispering.”
“Insufferable,” she murmurs right before his lips press against hers. Now that they’re safe in her bedroom, she’s able to relax and enjoy it without the nagging fear that Hugo will wander in for a glass of milk. She curls her fingers around his hair and tugs as she parts her lips. The kiss deepens as they stumble towards the bed, falling together onto the mattress. They laugh before they continue kissing and start touching.
They fumble with zips and shift around as they undress. It isn’t the best way to remove their clothes, by any means, but it’s been a week since they were able to do this, so neither of them is feeling particularly slow or patient. When they’re finally naked and clothes are strewn all over the floor, she pushes him onto his back and smiles down at him. “You make me ignore the urge to get out of bed and pick up our clothes.”
“Do I?” He grins and runs his hand along her spine down to the curve of her bum. “That’s an amazing compliment. I think I should preen now.”
Before he can start gloating, she kisses him and straddles him. She rubs her breasts against his chest and moans, loving the sensation of her nipples sliding along his damp skin. He moves his hand along her hip and between her legs, stroking her with his fingers as they kiss. She can feel his erection against the inside of her thigh, throbbing as he moves beneath her. They haven’t been in this position before, so it takes time to find the right arrangement to suit them. It’s actually her favorite, so she’s pleased at having the opportunity to be on top tonight.
The hesitancy that often accompanied Teddy’s actions the first few times they were intimate isn’t quite as obvious tonight. She’s glad he’s getting more confident and comfortable being sexual, because it makes it more enjoyable to just let go and not worry about offending him or having to teach him something new. She likes the teaching more than she probably should, of course, but it’s nice to not have to think tonight. He arouses her so easily, just from a touch and a kiss, and she’s not even inclined to slow down and focus on foreplay this time. Next time, they can take their time and explore.
Teddy’s fingers feel good, and she starts to roll her hips as she rides them. She needs the preparation, though she's already wet and aroused. He touches her the way he knows she likes, and it isn't long before she's moving faster. When she feels his thumb rub her clit, she nips at his lip. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come before we even start.”
“Is that a promise or a warning?” he murmurs, pressing his thumb down more firmly.
“I love this shade of green.” She moves her fingers through his hair as he moves his fingers deeper inside her. She can feel his erection bump against her bum when she shifts, so she reaches down to grip his wrist. “Enough. I want you to be inside me when I do.”
Teddy pulls his fingers out of her and drags them along her torso until he caresses her breast. She can feel her arousal sticking to her skin as he tweaks her nipple and bucks up to brush his cock against her wetness. “I want to be inside you,” he whispers, watching her face as she shifts so she can touch him.
Once she has her fingers wrapped around his erection, she wiggles her hips and smiles as she lowers herself. He stares at her and drops his gaze down to watch, seemingly unsure where to focus his attention. Their bits win the debate. He watches intently as she begins to move up and down slowly, taking more of him into her each time.
“Fuck,” he mutters, licking his lips as he tightens his grip on her breast. “That’s just so…fuck.”
“Yeah,” she agrees softly, watching his face because she really doesn’t find their bits that attractive. On a bad day, she’d go so far as to admit she finds them rather ugly. However, the sensations they cause make up for any lack of aesthetic beauty. Teddy seems fascinated, though, and she likes seeing his face change as he stares at their joined parts.
He looks up to find her staring at him and blushes faintly before he leans up to kiss her. She starts to move, riding him slowly at first until she adjusts and they figure out their rhythm. He begins to thrust up, obviously realizing he can actually participate instead of just lying there while she does all the work. Such a clever boy, she thinks idly before she focuses on the feeling of him entering her more deeply than before.
The angle is perfect, rubbing her spot every time she pushes down, and it doesn’t take her long before a familiar feeling begins to spread over her. She was already so close and this position rarely fails to get her off, so she isn’t too surprised when she tenses and tightens around him. She shudders as she comes, whining softly as he holds her against him while she finds release. He keeps moving, thrusting harder and faster as he grips her hips and pulls her down with more force.
Finally, he arches off the bed and grunts as he trembles beneath her. He spills inside her while she keeps moving, enjoying the moment as she looks at his face while he comes. She wonders if she should be embarrassed that it took so little time to have an orgasm, especially since she actually came before him this time, but they’re well past embarrassment during sex. Besides, it would be silly to worry about such things. Instead, she feels excited and sated, as well as sticky and damp.
“I love that position,” he murmurs, grinning up at her before he kisses her. When he pulls back, he lies his head against her pillow. “You should always be on top. I get to watch your tits bounce and it feels bloody amazing when you’re squeezing and rubbing and, yeah. Definitely good.”
“It’s probably my favorite,” she admits. “I like having a little more control and being able to move more. There are other positions I enjoy, too, of course, but this one is rather brilliant.”
He blinks up at her and asks, “What other positions? And can I just say how much I love that we can have mind-blowing great sex and talk about it after without stupid awkwardness or uncomfortable silence?”
“I like that, too,” she says. “As for other positions, I have no intention of discussing those at this moment.”
“’At this moment’ isn’t a definite ‘no, I’ll never tell’,” he points out. “Which means you’ll tell me eventually. I’d offer to do the same, but my experience consists of the basic standard one and what we did tonight, which isn’t much for comparison.”
“I don’t mind telling you sometime, Ted. It’s not something I mind discussing. Just not tonight.” She shifts and slowly eases off of him. She makes a face when she feels sticky release on her thighs, which makes him laugh softly.
“Go clean up. I know you probably need to use the toilet and want to wash up,” he says. He leans up on his elbows to kiss her thoroughly.
“Thanks,” she murmurs when the kiss ends. “For the kiss, and for understanding my desire to wash up.” She slides off the bed and walks to the bathroom. When she reaches the door, he calls her name. She glances at him and sees him grinning, sprawled out naked on her covers with his turquoise hair standing in several different directions from where she ran her fingers through it.
“You know, those charms of yours work really well.” At her curious look, his smile becomes mischievous. “After all, Hugo didn’t come running into the room to save you when you were making all those amazing moans and whimpers without worrying about whispering.”
“I’m really surprised you could hear them over all the noise you were making,” she says primly, smirking as she enters the bathroom and shuts the door before he can get the last word.
End Chapter 18
WTR #17: Elation. Teen. | WTR #19: Invitation. Teen.
Pairing: Hermione/Teddy
Summary: Hermione & Teddy go upstairs
Word Count: 3040
Rating: Adult
Betas: florahart & heather11483
Note: This contains spoilers for Deathly Hallows. Previous chapters of Worth the Risk can be found here .
When Delphinia Warbeck’s music disc stops playing, it seems to be a good time to suggest moving upstairs. It’s been comfortable sitting against Teddy while listening to the music, but Hermione’s rested from the day and ready to continue what was interrupted earlier. She puts her glass on the table and looks at Teddy with what she hopes is a seductive ‘come hither’ expression, only to find his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open. That certainly explains the recent silence that she thought was just a peaceful moment.
"'Oh, you'll never keep up with me because I'm twenty years old and always horny,'" she mutters, mimicking Teddy as she gets to her feet. She frowns back at him. "My arse." She’s almost twice his age and feels energetic enough to have a spot of fun before sleeping. For a minute, she wonders if he’s faking it. It’s not beneath him to play in such a way, after all. But his breathing is even and the open mouth isn’t attractive in the slightest, so it’s obviously real. She shakes her head and picks up their glasses before stalking into the kitchen.
It’s the first night in a week that they’ve been able to find time for sex. Hugo’s sleeping, and they know it’s safe enough for Teddy to sleep over as long as he leaves early in the morning. Not even an hour ago, he practically took her right against the kitchen counter! Now, he’s napping like some old man. She understands being tired during the week after a busy day at work, but it’s the weekend and it isn’t even that late.
After she washes the dishes and puts them away, she sighs and wonders what she should do. Does she give him a blanket and let him sleep on the sofa? Or does she behave selfishly and wake him up so they can have sex? It’s his fault she’s aroused, so it really isn’t unfair to wake him, is it? If he hadn’t snogged her in the kitchen earlier, she wouldn’t be so bloody ready to be physical tonight.
That argument sounds weak even in her mind.
“Should have woken me instead of abusing your dish towel.”
“I’m not abusing the towel,” she defends, glancing at the doorway to see Teddy leaning against the wall. At his pointed look, she glares and uncurls the towel from where she’s twisted it into knots while thinking.
“Would you believe that I was napping to reserve my strength for our unfinished business?” he asks hopefully, running his fingers through his orange hair.
“Any sentence that begins with ‘would you believe’ is generally something that I wouldn’t believe.”
“Point.”
She leans against the counter and looks him over slowly. “Still sleepy? If you prefer, I can get you a blanket so you can sleep on the sofa, since you seemed quite comfortable there.”
“I see how it is now. A bloke takes a short nap and suddenly it’s the sofa for him,” he mutters. “You’re a tough woman, Hermione.”
“Yes, but you knew this before you ever asked me to dinner.”
“I wonder if I have masochistic tendencies.”
“Sounds like something you need to discuss with a professional.”
“Nah. A professional would just decide I need help, and I’d much rather have you instead.”
“Now I know you need help.”
“The only help that I need right now is deciding whether I can wait until we’re upstairs before kissing you.”
“Who says you have to choose? Really, Lupin, you’re not very clever sometimes, are you?”
“If I was, I’d have probably have been in Ravenclaw,” he says simply. He pushes off from where he‘s leaning and walks towards her. “Thing is, I don’t mind not being clever all the time. Sometimes, you have to be foolish or the world would probably get pretty dull. Besides, being constantly clever requires far more work than I like. Just too lazy.”
“So, you equate being foolish with excitement? That’s a rather twisted opinion,” she says thoughtfully, watching him walk closer. “I happen to not mind the fact that I’m rarely foolish, and my life isn’t very dull, especially recently.”
“Ah, but that’s because you have me now, and I’m your something foolish,” he tells her as he reaches out to touch her hair. It’s an odd habit of his, tucking her hair behind her ear, but she likes it more than she cares to admit. She also likes the way he bites his plump bottom lip when he’s trying to decide if she’s amenable to a kiss.
Since he’s standing in front of her now, she isn’t sure if their silly debate is worth thinking up a reply when she could be kissing him instead. The fact that she actually feels at ease enough to make such a move with Teddy tells her that she’s becoming more used to this, complications or not. The number of times they’ve been intimate can be counted on one hand, so it’s not familiarity that makes her so relaxed around him. It’s just him, in some odd way she hasn’t been able to figure out yet despite making a list.
“Are you going to kiss me or just think about it all night?” she asks curiously.
“Maybe I was waiting for you to kiss me.”
“Maybe so.” At that, she leans up and brushes his lips with hers. He sighs and moves his fingers into her hair, pulling it free from the ribbon as he presses his lips more firmly against hers. Perhaps there is some truth to his claim of a nap revitalizing him, because he kisses her passionately as his free hand moves along her back, touching everywhere he can reach.
When she feels the counter behind her back, she pulls away from the intense kiss. Before she can say anything, he nods. “Upstairs. Yeah, I know.”
While the idea of shagging in the kitchen is rather exciting in a daring kind of way, it’s not practical at all. Hugo isn’t likely to enter her room unless he’s had a nightmare, which is so rare that she can’t remember the last time, but he very well might wake and want something to drink in the middle of the night. With children around, the number of places where you can actually have sex becomes minimal, at best, even with muffling charms.
Teddy kisses her again while she’s thinking, and then murmurs, “One day, I’m going to shag you on the sofa and right here against the counter.”
“Not on the same day, I hope. I daresay my back couldn’t handle such unusual locations twice in a few hours.”
“You know, you have this adorable way of making logic appealing, even if it ruins my attempts at being sexy.”
“You consider a discussion of locations sexy? Really, Teddy, we need to broaden your mind a little.”
“Not the locations themselves, Hermione. But what I’d like to do with you in them, yeah. It’s arousing.” He waggles his eyebrows and leers playfully. “However, feel free to broaden my mind anytime.”
“You’re definitely the foolish in my life.”
He laughs and kisses her once more before he takes her hand. “Lets go upstairs so I can show you some of those ideas.”
After they put out the candles, they quietly make their way to her bedroom. It’s ridiculous to be sneaking around her own house like she’s back at school and out after curfew, but it’s necessary. While Hugo’s a deep sleeper, there’s always a chance he’ll hear something and wake up. In a few weeks when Rose gets home, it’s going to be nearly impossible because she sleeps like Hermione, which isn’t very deep at all.
A few weeks. Will this affair still be happening then? If so, it’ll have been over a month, which would signify it very well might be more than a passing fancy. It’s difficult not to think about what will happen if they reach the point where they acknowledge it’s worth the risk to become steady and public.
They reach her bedroom, and she casts a muffling charm once she closes the door. She still plans to be quiet because the thought of having sex with Hugo just down the hall is oddly terrifying, which is ridiculous considering she and Ron never had problems doing so over the years. This is different, though, so she’s trying to be extra cautious.
“Charms are up,” she whispers, watching Teddy sit so he can take off his boots. He looks up at her, hair falling across his forehead, and frowns.
“Why are you whispering if the charms are up?” he whispers back.
“Well, because.”
He arches a brow. “Because what?”
“What if they don’t work?” she asks, kicking off her trainers before she leans against the door so she can remove her socks.
“Have you ever cast a relatively simple charm that hasn’t worked?”
“That’s not the point. This could be a first time, so I’m whispering.”
“Do I have to whisper, too?”
“I don’t know.”
“The whispering is kind of hot. Your voice is all breathless and husky.”
“You’re such a man.”
“I’ve noticed that you seem to always say that whenever you agree with something risqué but don’t want to admit to it.”
“Do I?”
“None of that. There won’t be any distractions with those questions of yours. You know you do it or else you’d have denied it. I’d much rather kiss you than discuss your quirks.”
“Yes, well, any discussion of my quirks would then lead to one of yours, and we’d spend most the night listing those.”
“Very funny,” he drawls, standing up and walking towards her. He speaks quietly, which makes his tone low and rasping in a way that makes her pulse race. Based on his slow smirk, he obviously notices her reaction. “Yeah, there’s something to be said for this whispering.”
“Insufferable,” she murmurs right before his lips press against hers. Now that they’re safe in her bedroom, she’s able to relax and enjoy it without the nagging fear that Hugo will wander in for a glass of milk. She curls her fingers around his hair and tugs as she parts her lips. The kiss deepens as they stumble towards the bed, falling together onto the mattress. They laugh before they continue kissing and start touching.
They fumble with zips and shift around as they undress. It isn’t the best way to remove their clothes, by any means, but it’s been a week since they were able to do this, so neither of them is feeling particularly slow or patient. When they’re finally naked and clothes are strewn all over the floor, she pushes him onto his back and smiles down at him. “You make me ignore the urge to get out of bed and pick up our clothes.”
“Do I?” He grins and runs his hand along her spine down to the curve of her bum. “That’s an amazing compliment. I think I should preen now.”
Before he can start gloating, she kisses him and straddles him. She rubs her breasts against his chest and moans, loving the sensation of her nipples sliding along his damp skin. He moves his hand along her hip and between her legs, stroking her with his fingers as they kiss. She can feel his erection against the inside of her thigh, throbbing as he moves beneath her. They haven’t been in this position before, so it takes time to find the right arrangement to suit them. It’s actually her favorite, so she’s pleased at having the opportunity to be on top tonight.
The hesitancy that often accompanied Teddy’s actions the first few times they were intimate isn’t quite as obvious tonight. She’s glad he’s getting more confident and comfortable being sexual, because it makes it more enjoyable to just let go and not worry about offending him or having to teach him something new. She likes the teaching more than she probably should, of course, but it’s nice to not have to think tonight. He arouses her so easily, just from a touch and a kiss, and she’s not even inclined to slow down and focus on foreplay this time. Next time, they can take their time and explore.
Teddy’s fingers feel good, and she starts to roll her hips as she rides them. She needs the preparation, though she's already wet and aroused. He touches her the way he knows she likes, and it isn't long before she's moving faster. When she feels his thumb rub her clit, she nips at his lip. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come before we even start.”
“Is that a promise or a warning?” he murmurs, pressing his thumb down more firmly.
“I love this shade of green.” She moves her fingers through his hair as he moves his fingers deeper inside her. She can feel his erection bump against her bum when she shifts, so she reaches down to grip his wrist. “Enough. I want you to be inside me when I do.”
Teddy pulls his fingers out of her and drags them along her torso until he caresses her breast. She can feel her arousal sticking to her skin as he tweaks her nipple and bucks up to brush his cock against her wetness. “I want to be inside you,” he whispers, watching her face as she shifts so she can touch him.
Once she has her fingers wrapped around his erection, she wiggles her hips and smiles as she lowers herself. He stares at her and drops his gaze down to watch, seemingly unsure where to focus his attention. Their bits win the debate. He watches intently as she begins to move up and down slowly, taking more of him into her each time.
“Fuck,” he mutters, licking his lips as he tightens his grip on her breast. “That’s just so…fuck.”
“Yeah,” she agrees softly, watching his face because she really doesn’t find their bits that attractive. On a bad day, she’d go so far as to admit she finds them rather ugly. However, the sensations they cause make up for any lack of aesthetic beauty. Teddy seems fascinated, though, and she likes seeing his face change as he stares at their joined parts.
He looks up to find her staring at him and blushes faintly before he leans up to kiss her. She starts to move, riding him slowly at first until she adjusts and they figure out their rhythm. He begins to thrust up, obviously realizing he can actually participate instead of just lying there while she does all the work. Such a clever boy, she thinks idly before she focuses on the feeling of him entering her more deeply than before.
The angle is perfect, rubbing her spot every time she pushes down, and it doesn’t take her long before a familiar feeling begins to spread over her. She was already so close and this position rarely fails to get her off, so she isn’t too surprised when she tenses and tightens around him. She shudders as she comes, whining softly as he holds her against him while she finds release. He keeps moving, thrusting harder and faster as he grips her hips and pulls her down with more force.
Finally, he arches off the bed and grunts as he trembles beneath her. He spills inside her while she keeps moving, enjoying the moment as she looks at his face while he comes. She wonders if she should be embarrassed that it took so little time to have an orgasm, especially since she actually came before him this time, but they’re well past embarrassment during sex. Besides, it would be silly to worry about such things. Instead, she feels excited and sated, as well as sticky and damp.
“I love that position,” he murmurs, grinning up at her before he kisses her. When he pulls back, he lies his head against her pillow. “You should always be on top. I get to watch your tits bounce and it feels bloody amazing when you’re squeezing and rubbing and, yeah. Definitely good.”
“It’s probably my favorite,” she admits. “I like having a little more control and being able to move more. There are other positions I enjoy, too, of course, but this one is rather brilliant.”
He blinks up at her and asks, “What other positions? And can I just say how much I love that we can have mind-blowing great sex and talk about it after without stupid awkwardness or uncomfortable silence?”
“I like that, too,” she says. “As for other positions, I have no intention of discussing those at this moment.”
“’At this moment’ isn’t a definite ‘no, I’ll never tell’,” he points out. “Which means you’ll tell me eventually. I’d offer to do the same, but my experience consists of the basic standard one and what we did tonight, which isn’t much for comparison.”
“I don’t mind telling you sometime, Ted. It’s not something I mind discussing. Just not tonight.” She shifts and slowly eases off of him. She makes a face when she feels sticky release on her thighs, which makes him laugh softly.
“Go clean up. I know you probably need to use the toilet and want to wash up,” he says. He leans up on his elbows to kiss her thoroughly.
“Thanks,” she murmurs when the kiss ends. “For the kiss, and for understanding my desire to wash up.” She slides off the bed and walks to the bathroom. When she reaches the door, he calls her name. She glances at him and sees him grinning, sprawled out naked on her covers with his turquoise hair standing in several different directions from where she ran her fingers through it.
“You know, those charms of yours work really well.” At her curious look, his smile becomes mischievous. “After all, Hugo didn’t come running into the room to save you when you were making all those amazing moans and whimpers without worrying about whispering.”
“I’m really surprised you could hear them over all the noise you were making,” she says primly, smirking as she enters the bathroom and shuts the door before he can get the last word.
End Chapter 18
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