Riverdale Fan Fiction Challenge. The Yearly 365 Challenge. Prompt #81 (Scenario) – secretly dating: you look so hot but I can't go near you with all these people around so I'm just going to send you dirty texts until we get an opportunity to leave without looking suspicious.
(In order for this prompt to work just think that cell phones were around back in the eighties).
I want to press you so hard up against the wall and fuck you senseless. I don't even give a rats ass that we would have an audience. Hermione's eyes look around until her eyes meet the steamy eyes of FP Jones across the ball room. Heat filled her body as she thought of what he could do to ravage her.
FP smirked as he watched the blush work it self up Hermione's cheek bone. He looked down at his cell. I want to lick all over your body. I want to be able to kneel in front of you and lick my way inside your sweet nectar. I can simply smell your wanting me. He lifted his eyes to meet hers across the room as he hit send.
Hermione felt her phone vibrate. She tore her eyes from FP's and she read his words. She swallowed the thick dryness in her throat. Her eyes lifted …. only to not meet his. Her eyes quickly dart across the room trying to find her secret lover. Meet me behind the pallor near the butler pantry. She smiled and said her goodbyes to her group of friends. She causally moved out of the crowded ballroom … and nodded to a few of the people she knew as she causally went to where FP was waiting for her.
"Hermione." FP's husky whisper was to the right of her.
Hermione moved against the pallor. She simply licked her lips as she stared at FP standing before her. "I didn't know you were coming tonight."
"They were short handed." FP stepped forward. His hands quickly rose to rest against the pallor. He leaned into the young woman in front of him. He bent his head down slightly and hungrily captured her lips with his.
Hermione's arms quickly wrapped around the firm body of twenty year old FP Jones. She pulled him even tighter against her. She gasped as she felt his need for her through his clothes. She opened her mouth so he could slam his tongue deep into her throat. Her right hand rose quickly to the back of his neck. She pressed his head even tighter against hers as she got lost into the deep needing kiss.
FP thrust-ed against Hermione. He pulled his head away and kissed down her neck. "Hiram Lodge will never please you as I do." He breathed out as his left hand moved towards her front. "Nobody will ever keep you stated as I do." He growled as his mouth met hers again. His left hand started to unbutton her shirt.
Hermione gasped for breath as FP jerked away from her once more. Her eyes met his fiery ones. She felt his hands against the bareness of her skin between her bra. She stiffened a moan. "You know what you mean to me FP." She got out as her hand rose to lightly trace his hard cheekbone. "But you know what I have to do."
He sighed deeply. "Yeah I know." He gently traced her breast bone. "But, you know whom Hiram Lodge truly is. How is his dangerous way of life better than mine? At least I can protect you better than he can."
"I'm sorry FP." Hermione swallowed as she moved away from him. Her hands rose to button up her shirt. Her skin all ready missing his touch. "I have made up my mind. I'm not going to change it."
FP stood straight as he straightened out his waist jacket. "If you change your mind. You know where to find me." With that he walked back to the party. Back to his job.