Victoire slides her hand from inside Teddy's sweaty palms and turns to stand next to him, biting her lip. She leans against the tree trunk, and inhales the warm spring air deeply. Beside her, Teddy rolls his eyes.
"I don't know why it has to be a secret." His hands are already reaching up her robes once more.
"You know my father," she says, and without glancing down, puts a staying grip on his exploring fingers. "You know my mother.His fingers move to stroke her stomach, held back by a firm hold, but he is near enough to her flesh that his fingernails gently scratch
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I-I love you (SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, I WAS HANGING WITH MY SISTER.)runcibleAugust 10 2007, 08:42:04 UTC
Hands. Gloved red hands and red boots wrapped around his midsection. Red boots that smacked into his hipbones hard, her legs against his sides, a feel of smooth leather lifting the back of his shirt, the tip of the boot running up and down his spine.
Hands and hands. Working everywhere at once as they were locked at their lips.
A sound of a zipper, his own and he doesn't look down, but feels his jeans slowly being nudged down from behind, with a boot, a red leather hard boot. He lifts her by the ass and slams her upon the table, that one boot slowly dropping his pants.
"Ready."
Swallow.
She throws herself back against the table, the heel letting go of his waistband as she spreads her legs, neck thrown back.
"Ready, Samson?" It's a whisper. Cannot get caught.
He nods, and bends over to pull back her suit. Into her ear come the words, "Keep on the boots. You know the drill."
In high school one of my friends and I discovered that if you are a white girl and your name is Brandy/Brandi/Branndie, we can accurately predict your socioeconomic status around 95% of the time.
Okay as far as prompts, this image just appeared in my head of Dr Killinger with his own talk show. I don't know if you might want to run with that or not.
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And it's cool! <3
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Write Teddy/Victoire just because Fleur is one of the only HP characters I actually like and so her (Weasley) kid must be awesome too.
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Victoire slides her hand from inside Teddy's sweaty palms and turns to stand next to him, biting her lip. She leans against the tree trunk, and inhales the warm spring air deeply. Beside her, Teddy rolls his eyes.
"I don't know why it has to be a secret." His hands are already reaching up her robes once more.
"You know my father," she says, and without glancing down, puts a staying grip on his exploring fingers. "You know my mother.His fingers move to stroke her stomach, held back by a firm hold, but he is near enough to her flesh that his fingernails gently scratch ( ... )
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omg he is so rockin' out hardcore.
<3333333 Thank you!
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Hands and hands. Working everywhere at once as they were locked at their lips.
A sound of a zipper, his own and he doesn't look down, but feels his jeans slowly being nudged down from behind, with a boot, a red leather hard boot. He lifts her by the ass and slams her upon the table, that one boot slowly dropping his pants.
"Ready."
Swallow.
She throws herself back against the table, the heel letting go of his waistband as she spreads her legs, neck thrown back.
"Ready, Samson?" It's a whisper. Cannot get caught.
He nods, and bends over to pull back her suit. Into her ear come the words, "Keep on the boots. You know the drill."
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Okay as far as prompts, this image just appeared in my head of Dr Killinger with his own talk show. I don't know if you might want to run with that or not.
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