for munchkin/bethie - as your actual present is in limbo


kissing cousins

They tumbled into the closet, James reaching back to shut it as Dom stifled a laugh in his shoulder. They were both sixteen, brightly young in a haze of rebellion and lust and raw, sparking heat.

"Feeling clever, Weasley?" James whispered, slipping an arm around her waist.

"I should." Dominique whispered, fiercely, allowing him press his fingers against her hip. "My prank."

"I pulled it off." James said, baiting her.

Dom slapped him lightly on the chest, hiding a grin, "Cum on my tits, you wanker."

"My pleasure." James leaned forward, leering flirtatiously.

"Get off." Dominique hissed, pushing him back "Someone'll find us." She smirked as she said it, a smile belying her words.

"Fuck them." James murmured throatily. "And fuck-" he added, leaning close to nip at her ear, one hand slipping slyly against her waistband,

"-you."