A/N Have a little smutfic. Is it necessarily an odd pairing? I don't know... leave your thoughts...
Enjoy!
The kisses were hot and hungry. As if they couldn't get enough of one another. She was intoxicating for him to taste and he was well and truly addicted to the scent of her. It drove him wild, and not always in a good way.
He was reduced to a fanatic, a devotee of this heady and thrilling tryst. This was not who he was. He was a man of great stature once upon a time, he had had influence in society. Then she reduced him to a shell of his former self. She had publically humiliated him. Those were the words that swam about his head on dark days. The words said by that bitch of a reporter, who was a St Trinian alumnus herself. Not that he had known, besides this St Trinian was more important than any reporter. A minute with her made up for a hundred black days.
She sat astride him now, her school skirt risen to his wandering hands, which were now decisively tracing the edge of her knickers, eliciting a purr from her throat as her kisses spread to his throat. If their past encounters were anything to go by, his lips would be smeared with her red lipstick, and faint scarlet imprints would be dotted across his neck. But right now she tugged his tie off before locking her fingers in his hair once more. The growl pulled from his throat made her whine into his kiss. She was becoming impatient with their stunning amount of clothes and her hips ground into his as if to make her point. One he happily listened to as he pulled her free of her waistcoat, hands sliding up the back of her ribs to fiddle with her bra strap through her blouse. She scolded him as the catch popped open, but then it may have been her commending him, her mouth was too busy biting his neck while her fingers swiftly unbuttoned his shirt.
As his chest was bared to her nails, she raked said claws up the expanse of skin. He smirked knowing she was marking her territory but became entirely distracted as she moved back to undo her own blouse. She slapped his fingers away when he reached to help her and instead he leant back on the sofa to watch her leisurely pop open each button. Another growl at the smug smile on her face, and her teasing was too much. He grabbed her waist and quickly flipped her on the sofa, taking away her advantage. Knowing by the moan that slipped from her mouth that this was what she had wanted all along. Teasing minx.
He single-handedly undid the remaining four buttons on her blouse before letting his eyes feast on the woman before him. She squirmed beneath him, one leg wrapped around his waist before she caught him unawares and tugged him down for a slow languorous kiss. He allowed her a moment's respite his fingers nudging the fabric of her bra because soon he would set an almost brutal pace. His touch trailed down her hip, beneath the pleated skirt once more he pulled at her knicker elastic. A reprimand was kissed away as he slowly slid the lacy fabric down her thighs, her hips lifting to accommodate him.
"Just take me already." She whined, shifting her body beneath, hips pushing up into his.
"There are still too many for clothes for that dear." He purred in her ear, grinning as she groaned but reached between them to flick open the button of his suit trousers.
"Then I suggest you fix this Pomfrey." She hisses and pulls on his hair to expose his neck. "Now."
"As you command Fritton." His sentence ends in a grunt as her teeth bite at his neck and any rational thought between the pair of them vanished with the remainder of their clothes.