DISCLAIMER: I don't own hp at all, just the plots—sort of.
Story One
Christmas Morning
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Morning comes. I groggily open my eyes to a smooth, muscular pale chest. I smile softly and snuggle a bit closer.
"Morning sleepyhead." A masculine voice whispers in my ear. My smile widens.
"Meh." I grumble sleepily. I try to cuddle closer. I don't wanna wake up. No matter if it IS Christmas morning. He chuckles in my ear.
"You certainly aren't a morning person." He decides.
"Obviously." I mumble. Again he chuckles.
For a few minutes there is silence—but it's a peaceful silence. Lying here with him, I feel a wave of contentment wash over me. I look up into his beautiful, swirling gray eyes and find the same emotion reflecting back at me. My heart melts every time he looks at me like that. I still can't believe we're together.
"You think too much Mia." My nickname. Gods above! I love it when he calls me that. The way he says it; it's so sensual and breathtaking—it makes me sigh.
His smile is equally incredible. The way the corners of his full, pale lips curve upright—it makes me think wicked thoughts—thoughts I blush thinking about… like I am right now.
"My Mia, a bit flushed are we?" he teases. I flush darker at his words.
"Draco!" I playfully hit the arm that's holding onto me.
"Geez you're abusive." Draco jokes.
"I am not." I shoot back teasingly, swatting at his shoulder again.
"My point proven." He beams one of his charming smiles at me and I giggle.
Draco draws me in an embrace; kissing my forehead tenderly while rubbing my back. I nestle my head into his neck and place an affectionate kiss near his Adam's apple. He wiggles as I do so; it's kinda funny watching a teenage boy wriggle like he does.
"What are you laughing at?" he inquires humorously.
"You." I reply coyly.
"Oh really?" his response is equally playful.
"Yes." I answer confidently.
Unexpectedly, Draco rolls us over so he's pinning me to the mattress. He smirks at me and I feel myself grow hot—the redness creeping up to my cheeks.
"Draco!" I exclaim in surprise and try to push him off.
"Yes?" he feigns innocence. I roll my eyes.
"Can you please get off?" I ask politely, "You're heavy." he gasps.
"Mia!" he cries. I laugh at his vanity. Sometimes I wonder why he was born a man—why the guy upstairs injected so much narcissism into him, I'll never know.
"Draco!" I imitate him. I couldn't help but laugh. Then I caught the look on Draco's face and I knew I was in trouble. The evil yet lustful look in his eye—it gets to me. I feel my breath hitch and I notice a warm feeling grow in the pit of my stomach.
Suddenly he's straddling me—his legs rubbing against each of my wide-spread hips and his hands have found their way to my tummy. His fingertips skate across the pale, creamy skin that resides there. Up, up they rise—underneath the shirt I stole from him to sleep in last night.
"Draco…" I whisper his name. I'm unsure—unsure of where this is leading. Am I ready to take the next step? What about the future? What –
"Mia." He murmurs in reply. I open my eyes. I didn't even know I had closed them. I search his face and land on his eyes—his eyes have changed. They're so beautiful and loving—not cold and emotionless. So full of… of love. Of his love for me. I want to cry. I've never had anyone look at me like this. I feel loved. Wanted. But I don't. I don't wanna cry in front of him and have him worry about me.
His fingers have emerged from beneath my skin to unfasten the buttons holding my makeshift night gown closed. His fingers are nimble as they unhurriedly slip the button through its hole, exposing more of my smooth white skin. He silently pushed the material to the sides officially revealing my breasts. His eyes are glued there and suddenly I feel very self conscious. I move to cover them with my arms. I don't know why I'm going through with this now. I mean, I am barely able to look at them in the mirror let alone have Draco look at them. I'm disgusted with them. I won't blame him for feeling the same. My wrists are grabbed by his hands.
"No." he murmurs soothingly. He covers my hands with his and pulls them from my chest to his bare one. I take over and lightly outline his chest. Draco presses against my palms. It's when I flick my thumb over his right nipple on accident that he moans. The sound coming from his mouth startles me but he grins. He leans down and places a passionate kiss on my lips. The sensation breaks something in me and I become more responsive.
I meet him for our kisses instead of lying back letting him do everything. My hands slip down further to the waistband of his pajama pants. I capture his bottom lip in between my teeth and bite him softly. The vibration of his groan travels from his voice box, through our connected lips, down, down past my stomach to my core. I shiver beneath him as a ripple of pleasure washes over me as his hands play with my bosom.
I get hot the moment his large hands cup them. Softly his thumbs brush the undersides of my breast, sending unbelievable passion through my body like a jolt of lightning. I let out a strangled whimper. Oh heavens above! It feels so good. Just when I thought I couldn't undergo any more of his torturous touches, I found that I could. His mouth descends to my chest and encases my right breast in his hot mouth. I practically scream while his lips go to town.
Draco lifts his eyes to meet mine which are heavy-lidded. He chuckles and returns to draining me of awareness. His cold nose nuzzles my left breast and I push up as a reaction. The emotions coursing through my mortal body are mind-blowing. I've never felt like this. It's as if I'm intoxicated and haven't a clue what I'm doing but I do. I know what I'm doing. I'm lying half naked under my boyfriend whose currently tonguing my breast.
I drag his lips from where they reside to mine. I kiss him. This kiss isn't as soft and loving as the ones before. It's more animalistic. More carnal. Lustful. Erotic. It's a frenzied moment and I'm loving it.
I have to gasp to keep from suffocating. Draco's lips shift down from mine—peaking away at my right cheek—to my neck. His nipping and suckling create the raw cries and breathy moans that emit from my throat. For awhile I can't believe I'm making these noises. The sounds you hear that make that feeling in your lower abdomen tighten. But then I know it's me and a wetness pools between my legs.
Draco then surprises me in grinding his hips into mine. I go mental. I thrust my pelvis upwards towards the ceiling into Draco's. He lets out a choked exclamation and returns the favor by rubbing his hard-on against my panties. It's a battle of the sexes… literally! Back and forth we make each other pant, gasp, and scream. My hands fumble; they're trying to untie the drawstring of his pants.
"Here, let me help you…" Draco breathes. One of his hands leaves my breasts and I whimper at the loss. He pulls lightly on the string and the bow comes undone. I savagely pushed them down over his thighs with my hands; using my feet to push them all the way off. Now all's he's left in is his boxers.
Because I move my legs, Draco now lay cradled between them. I scream wildly as he loops a finger underneath the elastic of my undergarment and snaps it against my skin. Excruciatingly slowly, Draco tugs them over my hips, down my thighs baring the crux between my legs to him. He's frozen on top of me and I'm scared. I bite my lip hard, nearly drawing blood.
I've never liked myself down there. I mean I've 'checked' myself out and I didn't like what I saw. I thought it only added to my ugliness and obviously, Draco must agree too. I turn my head away from his blond one. I am unable to look at him. I can feel the tears starting to swell up in my eyes. They are threatening to fall but I boldly hold them back. I expect him to get off of me and begin to tell me what a filthy mud blood whore I am. I brace myself for his shouts but they don't come.
Instead one of his fingers wispily skims down from my belly button to my center. My head instantly swivels back to him. He's staring right at me. He cradles my left cheek in his hands and I lay there coldly, willing myself not to move into his gentle hand. His thumb glides across my cheekbone.
"Mia…" he whispers to me. I feel a force painfully clutch at my heart and I feel a wetness on my cheeks and the vision of Draco on top of me becomes blurry. He takes both of his hands and holds my head while his thumbs dry the tears that have spilt.
"Don't cry Mia. Please don't cry. His voice is soft and concerned. I can't take it. I start to bawl.
I don't really pay attention to the encouraging whispers of 'it's ok' in my ear. All I can think about it how ridiculous I am. I'm crying while my boyfriend is trying to make love to me on Christmas morning. I cry even harder at the thought of how pathetic I am. I'm shaken out of my stupor his hands lightly tapping the sides of my face.
"Mia. Mia." He begins. I hear a slight tweak in his voice, "Mia, why are you crying? If you don't want to do this it's ok, I understand…" he trails off. I shake my head.
"It-it's not t-that." My voice quivers. I can't speak—it's like a frog lodged itself in my throat.
"What is it then?" he asks somewhat persistently. Again I answer no. "No it's nothing; it's ridiculous." I want to say but the words won't come out.
Comfortingly, Draco presses sweet kisses to my forehead, cheeks, nose and lips. He just holds me for a while. Together we lie in his bed with our bodies naked and intertwined. The tears have dried on my cheeks.
"Mia it's ok." He tries to reassure me. His hands travel from my cheeks down my neck, across my chest, over my abdomen to my hips where he grips them firmly but gently.
"You're beautiful Mia." He whispers against my collarbone, nibbling and sucking my neck. His words give me courage and I let my fingers trail down over his stomach to his groin. I hear his breath snag in his throat and I can feel the pulsing of his heart beat on my breast.
"Mia—" he starts but he's too late. My fingers wrap around his cock. He sucks a breath through his teeth. It's like he's hyperventilating and I feel like laughing but I don't. Leisurely I stroke it—every once in a while giving a good squeeze earning a hiss from the Slytherin above me.
"Please," Draco gasps, "Mia you have to stop or else I'll—"
Again his words are too late. Suddenly a liquid has coated itself over my hand and my ears pick up Draco's moans. He has lost the strength to support himself and drops onto my body. I don't mind. His weight is soothing. After his breathing is regained he looks up at me. His eyes are somewhat glassy. I smirk just a little.
While we share a staring contest I don't notice where his right hand is heading. Then I feel it. Draco eases a single digit into my wet core. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I open my mouth in a silent scream of ecstasy.
In and out he thrusts the finger. I moan out loud when he drives a second finger in. Again and again I shriek out of pleasure. The little feeling earlier has become a monster. Hammering the sides of my abdomen trying to get out—to release itself into the world. I exclaim as the monster freezes only to explode within me. A tsunami of bliss washes over me nearly drowning me.
"DRACO!" I cry to the ceiling as I thrust my hips skywards. I feel satisfied, satiated… it's a good feeling. I'm wheezing so badly because I'm out of breath.
"Yes?" he teases. I'm so tired to argue with him so I smile back at him. He smirks sexily and kisses me slightly roughly on my lips. Our hips brush and I tremble as I feel the distinct hardness of his cock between my legs. He moves into position. I wait for the pain to come. It doesn't.
I open my eyes to meet a pair of concerned full-moon-on-the-water eyes looking back at me.
"Mia, this may hurt." Draco whispers. I nod. He lovingly kisses my forehead one last time before inching into my slit. I cry at the slight discomfort but Draco captures my mouth in a kiss while he finally sheaths himself entirely into my body. I feel the prickling of tears under my closed eyes. I don't cry this time though.
He was still for a moment—letting me get used to the intrusion, allowing me to calm down. He begins to move his hips against mine slowly and my mouth lets out a series of moans. My ears detect his occasional moans when our lower halves meet to mesh together. Then I feel that feeling again—the one where I know I'm going to break.
"Oh Draco!" I yell hoarsely. "Oh Merlin!"
I can't hold out any longer so I let the tension go. Last time a tsunami washed over me, this time my world crashed into me. I have to blink several times to get rid of the twinkling white stars behind my eyes. Soon after though, I hear a groan escape from Draco's mouth announcing his release. A lukewarm liquid enters my body and I suck in a breath of shock.
He drops back down onto my body out of air. His hot breath blow on my cold breasts. I sigh in contentment. I run my finger through his hair over and over relishing in the softness of it.
"Draco—" I realize what has happened.
"I got it." he pulls out of me wearily and reaches for his wand on the night stand. With a swish and a flick he casts a contraceptive charm on my tummy and falls exhausted a top my body.
"I love you Draco." I whisper into his ear brushing his long sparkling white out of his eyes. He smiles without opening his eyes.
"I love you more Mia." He answers.
I cast a glance outside and watch the snow outside the window fall.
A lovely Christmas this Christmas turned out to be. I think with a smirk spreading on my face.
Rizahawkeye21
A/N: yeah... um first time writing something explicit like this so be gentle please. Hope you liked it anyway ;) Oh! and I dedicate this fic to a friend named Ray and Flying Buggy who helped me tremendously by encouraging me to continue. Love you both ;)