This is going to be a set of random drabbles. Mostly Cedfia smut, but I'll specify at the beginning of each one what its rating will be.

And this one?

M.

Cedfia smut, and Happy Valentines! =)

It was the middle of the day, and Cedric had thrown open the windows to air out some acrid smell he'd created while brewing early that morning, but she'd insisted they be left open, because the fresh air was good for him, and now she sorely regretted it, because she was bent over, her sorcerer sliding in and out of her, her mouth buried in the crook of the arm that kept her face from smashing into his work table.

She wanted to scream and announce her pleasure, but there was no way to do this with so many people arriving below on the castle steps for Amber's Heart's Day Ball, and she should be there in her new gown, but obviously she wasn't. They didn't have much more time to dally, for they had to know she was somewhere, and Baileywick was sure to come and fetch her and- oh!

He wrapped an arm underneath her breasts and pulled her back, and his other hand slid past the skirts bunched at her hips, between her legs to find her heat as he kept up his rhythm, and Aphrodite's anvils, was he sucking on her neck?

"Don't leave a mark…" She moaned, trying to focus on anything but what his fingers and cock were doing, or how she was going to come undone any minute now, she just needed him to press her a little harder, and oh, rotate that way, and flick, please love, flick your finger.

"Shut up." He growled against her neck, his forehead slick with sweat, and he continued thrusting and she tensed, which caused her to clench and he was going to make a mess all over her if she didn't stop pushing back on him like that.

He would try later not to let her wipe herself clean before she pulled her skirts down, because if Prince whoever was going to monopolize Heart's Day with her on the dance floor, and if she was just going to cover his love bites, then he was going to leave himself all over her to remind her she was his.

"Don't leave a mark."

"Sofia… shush." He begged with a whimper.

"Cedric." She moaned low.

And she threw her head back and convulsed and tightened around him, and he released her to push her down on the table so that he could push her lower back down into a dip as he pounded out his release into her, groaning a little with each short thrust.

She complied with a hiss of protest and flattened on the table, and once he'd finished he bent forward over her and tried to be more tender, moving her hair away from her face to no avail, then smoothing his fingers over her hips and back for he'd meant to shove her down, but not quite that hard. But, Poseidon's pumpkins, she'd felt so tight and amazingly wet at that angle.

He hadn't pulled out yet, and she lifted herself on her elbows, his hands still clearing away her mess of auburn hair as she tried to catch her breath.

"I-I'm sorry, are you alright?" He stammered, and her eyes were hidden by hair but her pretty little mouth turned up into a devious smile. She was giggling now, at him, and as she moved he slipped out of her. He took tiny, shuffling steps backwards to give her room, for he couldn't move much with his pants around his ankles, and she turned over, her skirts falling some over her exposed legs. She clucked her tongue in fake disappointment and looked him up and down before reaching out a single slender finger and catching a drop of cum from the tip of him. He shuddered, still too sensitive as he wiggled away and dipped to pull his pants up.

"I'll get you for that. How would I explain a busted chin to Amber?" She giggled playfully, and he smiled as they both began rushing to piece themselves together, him pausing while buckling his belt to smooch her shoulder, her swatting his butt as she knelt to smooth out a rolled stocking.

He made a comment about wishing she'd remain slick from their interlude, and she'd scoffed at him and challenged him to make her extra sticky later. After they both looked semi-acceptable, she'd hurried him through a flurry of rushed kisses and promises to see him later at the ball before slipping from his tower.

He'd stood looking at the door for only a second before it slammed back open and she was on him again, her hands holding his face, his own resting on her waist and pulling her in as she kissed him, and he eagerly opened his lips to hers, and she brushed her tongue against his desperately as they melded together. Eventually they had to pull apart, and she whispered that she couldn't wait to see him later. He let her go slowly and this time she really did rush out the door, and he could hear her heels on the steps, and finally alone he let out a shaky breath and muttered, "I love you."

He wished that could have been the start of their day. Maybe they could curl up and eat something in the gardens now, retire back to his room later for some reading and maybe they could go to sleep in one another's arms. Maybe he'd even let her take him riding, and he'd try to look valiant and manly up on some Pegasus, just for her to laugh and call it a day after he fell several times, and take him behind the stable to congratulate him with her wet mouth for even being up on a horse or horse like creature without screaming like a woman. But Cedric knew better than to try and bring those fantasies to life.

More than likely she'd dance the night away, fight off some advances from random young men, and then have to sneak up late in the evening, spend the night tucked away with him, and then get back to her own room before dawn. And for now that was alright, Cedric supposed, but he wanted to remedy things shortly, he just hadn't quite gotten up the courage yet.

Perhaps because everything was still so new and sudden. Because they'd been pawing at one another for two months straight. It had started on a rainy day, in the warmth of his tower, with some potion, and her back had ended up against his front, because, "Please, Mr. Cedric! Show me how to strip the pollen from this pod?" And he'd foolishly wanted to smell her hair, lecherous bastard, traitor cock! And she'd wiggled back on him, and then turned and pounced with such young enthusiasm. And the potion had been spilled, and she'd-

Well. Neptune's nettles, she'd gotten him to do a lot of things. Things he didn't think his body could do at his age. But she was young and wanted to delve into a bit of everything, and the princesses she associated with new little about chastity and had filled her head with the naughtiest of ideas. And maybe it was for the best that she'd spend most of her energy down there dancing, because he suddenly felt exhausted, and smiled because he had potions and spells and all sorts of things to remedy all sorts of problems-

But for this happy ache all over his body and in his heart, he didn't think anything but Sofia could ease it.