Written for Writing World Cup 2013 by On A Rocketship To Pigfarts.
Round one. (I represent Sweden.)
Prompts: alone (theme), torn clothes (theme)
Characters: Pansy P. and Antonin D.
Word-count: 400
A soft carpet against her back. Heavy breathing. Pile of clothes next to her head.
His hands everywhere. Forcing her legs apart. Gripping her hips. Breasts squeezed, stroked, nipples pinched. He gently touched her hot forehead.
Naked hairless chest, hipbones resting against her thighs. Lips on lips, on earlobes, sucking.
Chest dark of curly hair, tearing her skin. Pressing her down into the velvet covered sofa.
Hands sliding down her body. His face flushed. Her muscles clenched. Smell of wine and body fluids.
His thin lips on her neck. Her stressed breaths on his shoulder. Sound of nothing but them.
She whimpered. "Is something wrong?" he asked and stroked her dark hair. Tears in her eyes, stomachache.
Pain. His body pressed closer, deeper, tearing, hurting. He grunted, throat wheezy. Shadows in the ceiling.
Familiar smell of her home, of summer and sea. Safety. His mouth on her breast. "Honey… dearest…"
"Do you like this?" he asked, pinched her left breast hard. Flashed his teeth. "Oh you must", he growled.
Hit the back of her head against the armrest, gripped a handful of her red hair. Panted.
He almost laughed. "This is good, Sharon." Hand between her legs. "Enjoy it, love."
Pounding. In and out. His eyes were closed and sweat ran down his chest, back.
She stared into his pale face. Long hair slicked against his neck. He made them both filthy.
He carefully wiped her off with her dress robe. Smiled at her. Touched her hand before he rose.
His moans were dull, desperate. Something electric. He rocked back and forth, bit her shoulder.
"Finally", he roared, body trembling. He stared deep into her eyes, played with a strand of her hair. Fingertips on her lips.
He stood up, tossed her the skirt. "Cover yourself up, you little whore."
"Thank you for this, Pansy." Lucius said. "It was beautiful. I'm so glad you wanted this."
She looked at him with round eyes. "What?" Croaked. "I didn't want this!" He patted her shoulder.
An orange sunbeam through the large window. "You're alone in this", Lucius said. And then he left.
"Who knew a good girl like you could be so dirty?" Antonin said and buttoned his shirt.
He pulled out his wand, Sharon squinted her eyes in wonder. "Crucio!" She cringed in pain.
Pleasure streamed through his veins. Heart pounding. "I'm alone in this", Antonin said. And then he left.