After Hours
After Hours
Teddy/Victoire
NC-17
540
Hours
Sex, underage (at sixteen and seventeen, but not explicitly stated age)
She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, that it was late, moonlight filtering through the windows of the old castle and illuminating the hallway as brightly as if it were the middle of the day. There were so many reasons why she should turn around now and scurry back to Gryffindor Tower like a good little girl-but all the good reasons in the world faded in his eyes that kept her locked in place and made her hormones and pheromones spike. Almost in a daze Victoire moved forward, putting her hand on Teddy’s chest, looking up at him with eyes that were glowing with the way her Veela side was reacting. She opened her mouth to say something--we’ll be seen--perhaps or something equally negative but he hushed her before she even spoke by putting a hand over her mouth. Eyes glowing at the sudden restraint she licked his hand and was pleased to see the colour of his eyes deepen, and then any chance wither of them had for walking away was gone.
Looking back, Victoire wouldn’t be able to say who moved, or who kissed who first, but then suddenly they were kissing, and some random door gave way, and they were in a classroom, but neither cared. It stung a little as her hips struck the table, but her hands were too busy clawing at his robes for her to notice, her hands falling to his trousers in desperation, forgoing the rest as she slipped her slim legs around his waist, pulling him closer with her body. The kiss was needy, desperate, and all but unbearably hot. Finally, it broke, and his teeth found her shoulder through the cloth of her blouse with a growl, buttons pinging to the ground as her blouse became a casualty of their encounter.
Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she moaned and then opened again to see his eyes all but boring into her, though he looked away when he saw her looking. His movements all but drove her into the table, but she met them perfectly, waves of pheromones leaving her body almost in time with the unmistakable give and take. She could tell when he was close, but as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t hold out, and muffled her cry of pleasure against his arm as pleasure rocked her willowy frame. She sighed in relief when he groaned and came, his head hidden in her shoulder and for a long moment she couldn’t move.
Teddy moved first, and somehow, even thigh her eyes were closed she practically saw his hand extended and somehow managed to fight herself up off the abused table, taking his hand down as she looked vainly around for the only clothes she had managed to shed-her knickers and her skirt, though her shirt was rather worse for wear-and slipped them back on, smiling at him as everything around her seemed to soften with her happiness. She ghosted a kiss along his cheek, her hair and clothes dishevelled as she moved to walk out the door.
“Hey, Victoire.” Teddy said quietly as she left, smirking as she turned around. “Ten points from Gryffindor for being out after hours.”
Teddy/Victoire
NC-17
540
Hours
Sex, underage (at sixteen and seventeen, but not explicitly stated age)
She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, that it was late, moonlight filtering through the windows of the old castle and illuminating the hallway as brightly as if it were the middle of the day. There were so many reasons why she should turn around now and scurry back to Gryffindor Tower like a good little girl-but all the good reasons in the world faded in his eyes that kept her locked in place and made her hormones and pheromones spike. Almost in a daze Victoire moved forward, putting her hand on Teddy’s chest, looking up at him with eyes that were glowing with the way her Veela side was reacting. She opened her mouth to say something--we’ll be seen--perhaps or something equally negative but he hushed her before she even spoke by putting a hand over her mouth. Eyes glowing at the sudden restraint she licked his hand and was pleased to see the colour of his eyes deepen, and then any chance wither of them had for walking away was gone.
Looking back, Victoire wouldn’t be able to say who moved, or who kissed who first, but then suddenly they were kissing, and some random door gave way, and they were in a classroom, but neither cared. It stung a little as her hips struck the table, but her hands were too busy clawing at his robes for her to notice, her hands falling to his trousers in desperation, forgoing the rest as she slipped her slim legs around his waist, pulling him closer with her body. The kiss was needy, desperate, and all but unbearably hot. Finally, it broke, and his teeth found her shoulder through the cloth of her blouse with a growl, buttons pinging to the ground as her blouse became a casualty of their encounter.
Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she moaned and then opened again to see his eyes all but boring into her, though he looked away when he saw her looking. His movements all but drove her into the table, but she met them perfectly, waves of pheromones leaving her body almost in time with the unmistakable give and take. She could tell when he was close, but as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t hold out, and muffled her cry of pleasure against his arm as pleasure rocked her willowy frame. She sighed in relief when he groaned and came, his head hidden in her shoulder and for a long moment she couldn’t move.
Teddy moved first, and somehow, even thigh her eyes were closed she practically saw his hand extended and somehow managed to fight herself up off the abused table, taking his hand down as she looked vainly around for the only clothes she had managed to shed-her knickers and her skirt, though her shirt was rather worse for wear-and slipped them back on, smiling at him as everything around her seemed to soften with her happiness. She ghosted a kiss along his cheek, her hair and clothes dishevelled as she moved to walk out the door.
“Hey, Victoire.” Teddy said quietly as she left, smirking as she turned around. “Ten points from Gryffindor for being out after hours.”