Episode One: AnAnxious Escape ForSex
Angelina Johnson rushed down the stairs at the sound of her doorbell. Hastily she wrapped a dark green dressing gown around her wet body and made her way towards the door, shaking water from her hair and out of her face in the process.
"I'm coming Matthew!" She called, looking over at the small clock in her living room that told her it was almost half past eight in the evening. Matthew was early.
The doorbell rang a few times over, the person waiting at the door becoming rather inpatient. "I'm coming, I'm coming. . .just give me a minute!" Angelina ran over to the door and pulled it open, the broad grin that was once settled over her expression due to the early arrival of her fiancé suddenly falling into a seductive smirk.
"What do you want Montague?" Angelina folded her arms across her chest and looked up at the tall handsome figure that stood before her, the same cause for grin stretched across his face. Montague stepped into the house and slammed the door shut behind him, casually wiping his feet on the door matt before taking a step in towards Angelina. Angelina took a teasing step back.
"You know perfectly well what I want." He said, his deep voice sending the usually chills up her and down her spine as she concentrated on not breaking his eye contact. Montague's eyes always managed to swallow her into a cruel void of ecstasy. So dark and thoughtful. Angelina could never really get over her fetish for the 'bad guys.'
She chuckled, playfully sucking on her finger and stepping deeper into the living room, away from Montague's approaching figure.
"I thought I told you," She said, patronising him "I don't play with little boys."
Montague continued to step in closing. He shrugged off his t-shirt and threw it to the ground. "Call this little?" He gestured to his torso, an eyebrow raised as he watched Angelina's eye's skirt hungrily over his body. He grinned. "I didn't think so." And look a long step forward, Angelina took another step back.
"But Montague," She pouted, her expression running away with it's teasing look and settling for the innocence. Montague would have fallen for it, but her eye's begged to differ. "whatever happened to pretty Pansy?"
"Her?" Montague growled deep within his throat. He looked a little annoyed. "The bitch wouldn't give it up." He said, pushing aside a small coffee table that stood between him and his prey. She looked very edible tonight.
"Why's that?" Asked Angelina, walking backwards into the kitchen. Montague followed up behind her and pushed that door shut too.
Montague sniggered, towering over Angelina as her back hit the kitchen counter and she finally stopped moving away from him. Speedily he knocked everything that rested on the counter to the floor and lifted her. She giggled at his impatience, allowing him to lay her down on the counter and eye her figure lustfully.
"You still haven't told me why she didn't sleep with you." Said Angelina, looking up at him as his hands snaked their way over her robes.
Montague shrugged. "I called out a different name last night." He said this as if their was no matter to the problem. Angelina's eyes grew wide as he jumped onto the counter and straddled her, leaning over her body and sucking hungrily on her neck, growling contently as she felt him harden against her leg.
"Who's fucking name did you call out Montague?" He could feel her heart rate quicken again his chest.
"Yours." Came his muffled reply.
Angelina thought she might collapse. She pushed angrily at Montague's chest and sat up underneath him, looking at him angrily. "Are you stupid or something?"
"No." Montague replied, and went back to sucking on her neck but she pushed him off. Now he seemed irritated. "Bitch, are we fucking going to do this or not? I'm not getting rejected twice in one night."
"Montague if you don't stop this rubbish someone's going to find out!" She hissed at him. Montague only shrugged. "Montague!" Angelina yelled.
"What's the fun in it if we keep acting like we care?"
"I do care!" She said frantically.
"Why?" He looked confused.
Angelina observed him as if he had gone off his rockers. "I don't know if you've noticed Montague, but I'm Matthew's fiancé!"
"You don't belong to him." He said firmly. "You belong to me."
Angelina rolled her eyes. "You're crazy." She sighed. "Absolutely crazy."
"No I'm not." He defended himself. "I'm just obsessive. And your mine Johnson you got that? Mine. Now am I going to get a shag out of you or what?"
Angelina shook her head. "I'm not in the mood anymore-"
"Wha-WHAT? Johnson you can't do this to me-"
-BOOM-
Angelina looked over Montague's shoulder and Montague turned to look at the kitchen door. "What was that?" She asked, panic written all over her face.
Montague jumped down from the counter and Angelina followed suit. "You expecting visitors?" He asked and she shook her head.
"You have to leave!" She whispered frantically.
"What?" Montague looked taken aback. "No way I'm not leaving you here!"
"But what if it's Matthew?"
"What if it isn't?"
Angelina rolled her eyes, tightening the knot in her belt on her house coat. "Montague just go!" She hissed. "This is my house!"
"I'm not leaving!"
"MONTAGUE LEAVE NOW!"
"No!"
"Montague!" Both Angelina and Montague jumped at the sound of another voice, seeping through the kitchen door and spitting loathsomely at their ears. "I know you're here Montague! You came to fuck that bitch!"
"Pansy!" Angelina and Montague both realised at the same time.
"She followed me here!" Montague fumed, while Angelina fretted.
"I'm screwed!" She said, looking around the room for her wand or somewhere she could escape to. "What am I going to do?"
"Quit feeling sorry for yourself, Johnson. There are plenty other fish in the sea. Mainly me." He grabbed Angelina my the arm and dug deep into his pockets for his wand. He squirmed at how tight his trousers felt around his manhood.
"What are you going?" Angelina asked, struggling to get free of Montague's hold on her.
"I'm taking you to my cottage house in Scotland." Angelina gasped and struggled harder.
"What about Matthew?" She hissed.
Montague shrugged. "You can come back to him when your done." Then he seemed to have second thoughts. "Actually, fuck Matthew. Your staying with me."
"WHAT!" She screamed, but in an instant, they were both gone.
-POP-
Pansy Parkinson stormed through the kitchen door after she'd heard it, her wand brandished dangerously as she aimed to kill. But nothing. They were both gone.
Parkinson ran out of the house and into the backyard. She searched everywhere, but there was still no one to be found.
She screamed and yelled at the nights sky. "No one screws me over Montague, NO ONE." Quite ironically, a sheet of lightening ripped through the nights sky, and rain decided to fall ever so lightly.
With a faint -POP- Parkinson was gone.
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"I'll see you later mates!" Matthew waved to Fred and George through the shop window and smiled to himself, content with the idea that he had his fiancé waiting for him at home.
"I hate that bastard." Fred whispered to George, smiling at Matthew Lewis-Thomson as he waved back to them through the window. "I don't see what she likes in him."
"Stop being an ass Fred." George hissed. "Just wave and pretend you like him, for Angelina's sake." George gave Matthew a cheery goodbye, his façade slipping as soon as Matthew had left Diagon Alley.
"Bastard." They both synced, and got back to their costumers.
-POP-
Matthew walked into his house and called out to the empty rooms. "Honey, I'm home." He walked in through the kitchen and his heart suddenly stopped, the mess of the kitchen sending thousands of different thoughts rushing through his mind at once. Poor Matthew didn't have a clue.
End of Episode One
