Fic: Brief Escape (Rosmerta/Moody)
Title: Brief Escape
Characters/Pairings: Rosmerta/Moody
Rating: Adult
Summary: Alastor shows up after the doors are locked.
Word Count: 500
A/N: Written for a prompt at hp_humpdrabbles Humpathon. Moody’s appearance reflects that this takes place prior to the end of the first war. I verified with GOF to ensure I wrote the right appearance, and he still had both eyes during the trials and lost the chunk of his nose pursuing Rosier after the war. There is no specification about the leg, so I was able to include that.
dallirious’s prompt: those left standing- As the war raged on it became more aggressive, fuelled by a desperation to feel more than numbness.
Alastor shows up after the doors are locked. Rosmerta isn’t surprised. Dung told her the news about Lorenson earlier, so she’s been expecting a visit. She watches him as he walks towards her, noting all the changes this war has caused in the last few years. His leg lost first, replaced with a wooden prosthesis, his dark hair is already greying, and he’s got lines on his face that make him look much older than his true age. She thinks it must add to his reputation as the auror who can take down a dozen men all on his own.
Despite the scars and injuries he’s sustained, she still thinks he’s the most striking man she’s ever seen. When he reaches her, she tilts her head back, ready for the first bruising kiss. He’s always violent after a kill, taking the anger he feels with himself for taking a life and channeling it into fucking her. She likes it, so she never tells him to be gentle, to treat her as if she’s made of glass. When his teeth sink into the flesh where her neck curves into her shoulder, she feels, which is an improvement over the usual numbness as more and more people are lost and killed in this horrible war.
Rosmerta doesn’t mind when he rips her work robes in his haste to remove them. They can be mended, after all, far more easily than any of them can be when pieces of their lives are destroyed and irreparable. Her full breasts overfill his large hands, and he squeezes them tightly as he pushes lifts her up onto the nearest table. When he parts his robes, she sees that he’s already hard, and she reaches for him, stroking him as he shoves three fingers into her at once, loosening her just enough that it will hurt without being too painful.
When he pushes inside her, she tugs on his hair and moves her legs around his waist. He fucks her hard enough to knock things off the table, the punishing speed and depth of his thrusts making her feel alive. Rosmerta takes everything he gives her and still wants more, which is why they’re good for each other. He needs to find comfort in his own way, and she needs him to chase away the numbness for a short time.
Alastor pulls out, lifting her off the table and repositioning her. He takes her from behind this time, able to penetrate her even deeper as he grips her breasts tightly and uses them to pull her back into him. Her hair has come loose from the tidy arrangement she wears at work, spilling down her back and sticking to her sweaty skin as he pounds into her. She knows from experience that his lauded control extends to sex, and he can fuck her for hours before he finally lets go and comes.
Rosmerta pushes back to meet him, enjoying the chance to feel for a little while.
End
Characters/Pairings: Rosmerta/Moody
Rating: Adult
Summary: Alastor shows up after the doors are locked.
Word Count: 500
A/N: Written for a prompt at hp_humpdrabbles Humpathon. Moody’s appearance reflects that this takes place prior to the end of the first war. I verified with GOF to ensure I wrote the right appearance, and he still had both eyes during the trials and lost the chunk of his nose pursuing Rosier after the war. There is no specification about the leg, so I was able to include that.
dallirious’s prompt: those left standing- As the war raged on it became more aggressive, fuelled by a desperation to feel more than numbness.
Alastor shows up after the doors are locked. Rosmerta isn’t surprised. Dung told her the news about Lorenson earlier, so she’s been expecting a visit. She watches him as he walks towards her, noting all the changes this war has caused in the last few years. His leg lost first, replaced with a wooden prosthesis, his dark hair is already greying, and he’s got lines on his face that make him look much older than his true age. She thinks it must add to his reputation as the auror who can take down a dozen men all on his own.
Despite the scars and injuries he’s sustained, she still thinks he’s the most striking man she’s ever seen. When he reaches her, she tilts her head back, ready for the first bruising kiss. He’s always violent after a kill, taking the anger he feels with himself for taking a life and channeling it into fucking her. She likes it, so she never tells him to be gentle, to treat her as if she’s made of glass. When his teeth sink into the flesh where her neck curves into her shoulder, she feels, which is an improvement over the usual numbness as more and more people are lost and killed in this horrible war.
Rosmerta doesn’t mind when he rips her work robes in his haste to remove them. They can be mended, after all, far more easily than any of them can be when pieces of their lives are destroyed and irreparable. Her full breasts overfill his large hands, and he squeezes them tightly as he pushes lifts her up onto the nearest table. When he parts his robes, she sees that he’s already hard, and she reaches for him, stroking him as he shoves three fingers into her at once, loosening her just enough that it will hurt without being too painful.
When he pushes inside her, she tugs on his hair and moves her legs around his waist. He fucks her hard enough to knock things off the table, the punishing speed and depth of his thrusts making her feel alive. Rosmerta takes everything he gives her and still wants more, which is why they’re good for each other. He needs to find comfort in his own way, and she needs him to chase away the numbness for a short time.
Alastor pulls out, lifting her off the table and repositioning her. He takes her from behind this time, able to penetrate her even deeper as he grips her breasts tightly and uses them to pull her back into him. Her hair has come loose from the tidy arrangement she wears at work, spilling down her back and sticking to her sweaty skin as he pounds into her. She knows from experience that his lauded control extends to sex, and he can fuck her for hours before he finally lets go and comes.
Rosmerta pushes back to meet him, enjoying the chance to feel for a little while.
End