AUTHOR NOTE: Hey gang. Author here. This chapter is about Mr Tom and Mrs Meredith Granger and it does get steamy, so if you're too young to read that sort of thing, ignore this update. If you're old enough or ignoring that warning anyway, read on and enjoy!
"Are you ready for a night out on the town?" asked Meredith, putting on blue lipstick to top off the do she'd put together . It had been ages since she'd really had the chance to go out. She and Tom had had date nights, of course, but those were more of a dinner and a show affair, maybe with an exciting romp in an alley afterword if they were feeling particularly frisky. They didn't feel old, but two active eleven year old girls took their toll on what one might consider to be exciting.
Tonight was something else. Their girls were away at school for the time being and Felicity Smith was young, perky, and willing to show them the sights of wizarding entertainment and be their nightlife guru.
"As ready as I'll ever be, I think," said Tom, coming out dressed in ripped jeans, punk boots, and his lawn mowing shirt. "What? She said this would be an underground show, and this is as underground as I get."
"Really. That's what you're going … the shirt needs to go, at least. Why would you wear that out?" asked Meredith, a giggle escaping from her even as she tried to be annoyed.
"It's a punk shirt. I like it. That's why I still have it. It was cool back …" began Tom.
"Back when it was new? Tom, you've been mowing the lawn in that shirt for seven years now, and only that shirt, with a rotating sphere of gym shorts. You don't have to get rid of it, but I insist that you wear a different shirt out," said Meredith.
"Well, what would you suggest?" asked Tom, pulling the shirt off.
Meredith went to the closet in a heartbeat and had pulled out a black button up shirt.
"This!" she said, handing it to him with a large smile. "You look great when you wear it, and you'll look great in it tonight."
"It doesn't seem very … underground," said Tom, slipping it on and rolling up the sleeves.
"It's sexy. Black works for all occasions. All the girls will be swooning over you," said Meredith, pulling him down and giving him a kiss.
"And you'll be fighting off the boys," said Tom, eyeing Meredith's outfit. She'd also selected a pair of punk boots, but that's where the similarities ended. Her leg covering of choice were ripped fishnet stockings and a plaid belted skirt that only just reached her mid thigh, while her top was a thin, long sleeved red shirt under a black leather corset.
"You know, we don't need to go out to have a fun night," said Tom, pulling Meredith close to him.
She laughed and pushed him away. "Down, boy. You can have fun unwrapping me later, but we need to head out if we want to get there in time. This outfit isn't going anywhere. Yet. Now, where's that napkin?"
Tom handed her the napkin that Felicity had given them and, with a bit of a flourish, Meredith wrote Felicity's name onto it.
The circles all began to rotate, each spinning faster and wilder until they rose off the napkin and transfigured themselves into a little sphere of light, made of the intersecting circles, which fell in on itself before exploding outwards in a small burst.
"Well that was exciting," said Tom, blinking as he tried to clear away the dots swimming in front of his eyes.
"I wonder how we'll know she knows?" asked Meredith, who'd managed to close her eyes in time.
There was a popping sound, and Felicity manifested in the middle of the room. Her eyes went wide when she saw them.
"Merlin's beard, you two look great! I mean, Tom, you're sharp, but Meredith … wow," said Felicity, her eyes moving up and down Meredith's outfit as she drank it in. Meredith blushed.
"Good?" she asked, giving Felicity a little twirl.
"Oh … oh, yeah, you look good," said Felicity, who, for her part, was wearing something more akin to what Tom was wearing, albeit more form fitting and with more rips in the jeans, although while his were the result of years of happy wearing, hers seemed to be far larger and much more aimed at accentuating her legs.
"It's not … too much, is it?" asked Meredith, giving Felicity's outfit a once over as well.
"No!" said Tom and Felicity at the same time.
"No, you'll be … you'll be fine," said Felicity, suddenly breathless.
"Good! Good. Shall we be off, then?" asked Meredith, grinning.
"Yes! We'll be getting their by apparation, since your home isn't connected to the Floo network yet. It's faster than driving," said Felicity, extending her arm.
"So, do I just … hold on to you then?" asked Meredith, walking over to Felicity and slipping her hand into her arm.
"And we'll be off, although I can take two people at once," said Felicity, winking at Tom.
Tom, getting the hint, took hold of her other arm, and with a Granger on each arm, Felicity apperated back to her apartment in Diagon Alley.
Her apartment was the kind of clean that was more barely-contained-chaos than organized-and-neat. There were piles everywhere, but well managed ones. There were paths to the couches, tables, and assorted important locations. It seemed that at any moment, a bad weekend would sent everything spiraling over the edge, but it worked for now.
"Wow," said Meredith, looking around unimpressed.
"We tidied up, but I'm no good at cleaning magicks," said Felicity.
"Do you use magic for everything?" asked Tom, stepping over to the loveseat in the corner of the room.
"What do you mean?" asked Felicity, flicking her wand and setting the room into a bit more order. She said a word and with another flick of her wand a trio of glasses filled with a dark liquid appeared in front of each of them. "Here, something to start the evening with. Easier to drink here and go in feeling good rather than to pay our way there," she said, taking a glass out of the air.
"Neat," said Meredith, snatching her own glass and drinking it down. "Ooo, firewhiskey! My favorite wizarding drink."
Felicity took a deep drink from her own glass. "Yeah, that's what I remembered from the last time we drank together."
"This is the one that gives you both drunk confidence and magic confidence, right?" asked Tom, taking a drink from his own glass. It wasn't so much a question as it was a statement of how things were.
"Yes, that's the one," said Felicity, staring at Meredith for a moment before examining her glass again.
"Splendid! I like the way this evening is starting," said Tom, giving Felicity a nudge in the side and a wink.
"Oh? Oh! Good," said Felicity, smiling at Tom.
They each worked their way through another glass, and another after that. Felicity sidled closer to Meredith until they were nearly on top of each other, each laughing at the other's horrible jokes.
"iT's TImE tO LEaVe If yOu WANt TO bE on TiMe!" croaked a clock from the wall, followed by a series of bangs and several clouds of smoke.
"I really need to get that stupid thing fixed," said Felicity. "Come on, let's head out! It's right after all, more or less, probably."
And with that they were off, staggering down Diagon Alley, laughing and bumping into each other all the while.
"Where are we heading, exactly? I mean, it's a band of some kind, but … who? And where?" asked Tom, looking around to see if he could get an idea of where they were.
"We're going to see Phoenix Flight, performing at the Werewolf's Howl, in Knockturn Alley, it's just down this way," Felicity, guiding them down a road that branched away from Diagon Alley.
"Knockturn Alley, Diagon Alley; you folk really do love your puns, don't you?" said Meredith, glancing at the shops around them. "These look less … child friendly … than the shops in Diagon Alley."
"Yeah, Knockturn Alley's good for that. Dark magic and, shall we say, grown up wizard things is what it specializes in. Diagon Alley's a bit tamer," said Felicity, nodding at a tattoo parlor down the road.
"Dark magic? I thought all magic was the same," said Tom.
"Eh. It's complicated. I honestly don't think that there's really such a thing as pure dark magic, per say. Just poorly used or misunderstood magic. Really, any sort magic used to hurt someone else is dark magic, but, again, that all depends on how you use it and who you ask," said Felicity as they walked down the alley. "There it is! Come on, it sounds like it's starting."
Felicity pulled them down a series of steps through a thick oak door that looked like it had been there for the past few hundred years. The sound of music pulsed in the room beyond, but before they could go there, they ran into a rather pale gentleman dressed in a refined black outfit.
"Miss Felicity. You are welcome here. Who are those that travel with you?" asked the gentleman, his eyes a pale, almost cloudy white. His voice grated, like it was being pulled out of him.
"Hullo James! These are friends of mine, this is Tom Granger, shorthand Tom, and this is Meredith Granger, shorthand Meredith," said Felicity, gesturing to each Granger in turn.
James looked over them, then nodded. "You are welcome here, Tom and Meredith. Enjoy the Werewolf's Howl," said James, and he moved to the side.
The inside of the Werewolf's Howl was alive with activity. It had a similar design to the Leaky Cauldron in structure, but where that had been more of a place to drink, this looked like it had been that place's basement and expanded into something greater. The ceiling was huge and arched, supported by large stone pillars.
Against one of the back walls, under an arch, was a bar, surrounded by a veritable crowd of people, each fighting for the attention of the lone bartender attending it.
In another corner, on a stage that looked barely big enough for one person, were four wizards, each on a different instrument, none of them identifiable. The music itself was odd, to say the least. It was dancing music, and the witches and wizards in the crowd certainly appreciated it, but it was like nothing Meredith or Tom had ever heard before. Their hips liked it, though, and they soon found themselves moving along with it.
"Catchy, aren't they?" asked Felicity, joining them as they danced closer to the crowd.
"I've never heard anything like them," said Meredith, shaking up and down as she got into the music.
"They're horrible, but I love them," said a male voice. Tom and Meredith looked up to see an older man with dark, salt and pepper hair in a well kept wizard's robe which existed somewhere between a suit and an outfit out of Conan the barbarian.
"Ashton, you old devil! How are you?" asked Felicity, giving the man a hug. "Meredith, Tom, this is Ashton Plotz. He owns this pile of rubbish."
"Ah, but what a fine pile of rubbish it is, you little degenerate. Sara, drinks for our new friends," said Ashton Plotz with a snap of his fingers. The short, dark haired bartender made a set of drinks, then leapt over the bartop and surrounding crowd and bounded over to them. Her eyes, upon examination, were the same milky white as James the doorman.
"Two glasses of the MacAbre for the sir and madam, Mr Plotz," said Sara, giving them a bow before bounding back behind the bar.
"MacAbre? Like, from Discworld? It's real?" asked Tom, swishing his drink a couple times before drinking it.
"It was a wizarding whiskey long before it Mr Pratchett took it for his books," said Ashton Plotz with a wink and a nod. "And a fine pair of muggles such yourselves will appreciate it, I'm sure."
"What about my glass?" asked Felicity, hand on her hip.
"What about it? There's the bar; you can start a tab. These are for my new friends. Enjoy your evening, all," said Ashton Plotz, and with that he vanished.
"I'll be back," said Felicity, and she vanished as well.
Tom and Meredith enjoyed their drinks for a moment longer, although once Felicity returned they soon vanished and they were back into the dancing crowd.
The music pulsed and vibed, filling their bodies with light and rhythm. Tom stayed near Meredith, his body intertwining with hers as they moved in time with the music. Felicity stood near and swayed with them at first, though soon she was dancing in sync with them as natural as breathing.
They would stop for drinking on occasion to keep themselves fluid, of course, with Ashton Plotz himself pouring their drinks when they came for them, each glass a little more full than the last one. They'd down their trio of drinks, then move back to the dance floor.
They started on the edge, like one does, but each time they'd drift to the middle of the floor, and the wizards and witches around them would cheer as they moved and rocked in ways they had never seen.
Meredith and Tom were like animals uncaged. The years flowed off of them, and they forgot that they were each about ten years older than the average person on the dance floor, but that only added to their electric vibe. A power beyond magic flowed from them, going into the dancers and the music, giving the place a life it hadn't had before.
Felicity herself was intoxicated by them. Her face was flushed red, and whenever she had the chance she was as close to Meredith as Tom was, or writhing up and down Tom as Meredith did.
At a particularly high point of a song, Felicity, multiple firewhiskeys into the evening alongside the Grangers, just went in to kiss Meredith, who flushed a deeper red than she'd been before.
"I'm sorry, I mean, oh gosh, it just seemed, I'm …" stammered out Felicity, but she wasn't able to complete any of her thoughts, as Meredith pulled her into another kiss, longer and heavier than the one Felicity had given her. Their hands wandered all over each other, and Felicity pawed at Meredith's skirt just as Meredith clawed at Felicity's shirt and ass.
"Let's get out of here, shall we?" said Meredith to Felicity, who nodded meekly.
"I'll … I'll go settle up and meet you … " said Felicity.
"We'll go with you," said Tom, slinking his arms around Meredith's waist.
"Oh, ok," said Felicity, running her hands through her hair and grinning.
Ashton Plotz shooed them away when they went over to pay ("This was a great night, you have fun, come back"), and they were out the door. It wasn't but a flash till they were back at Felicity's apartment.
Felicity's eyes went wide when she saw Tom in the nude, as he'd wasted no time stipping out of his everything, but her jaw dropped when Meredith began to strip out of her evening wear. She was slow going, taking time to ensure that both Felicity and Tom got a show. First came the boots, flung to different corners of the room. Next came the panties, soaking mess that they were, which were tossed to Felicity.
"How long have you been …" began Felicity.
"Long enough; too long," replied Meredith, and she shook her ass, her skirt appearing shorter and shorter by the minute.
Tom got behind her, moving in time with her gyrations, but while she smiled and ground into him, Meredith pushed him away before he could take things further.
"Not yet, my love. This is all for Felicity," said Meredith, sauntering towards Felicity, kneeling in front of her when she got to her. "You mind helping me help you out of all this?" asked Meredith, and Felicity almost ripped her pants apart getting them off before she got her wand and vanished all the clothes on her body.
"Ready," said Felicity, flushed and red all over.
Meredith pouted. "That's no fun," she said, spreading Felicity's legs apart. "But speed can be nice as well," and in she went.
Felicity screamed so loud that it was a feat unto itself that no one complained. "Merlin's … God you're good at that, don't stop," she said, her back arching as she ground into Meredith's mouth. She shuddered after a few moments, twitching and giving a silent scream of joy.
"Oh, this isn't fair," said Tom, and he went over to Meredith, pulled her backwards, and spread her legs in turn.
"Oh, Tom, that's not … oh, Tom …" said Meredith, her focus drifting as Tom's mouth went to work. It was a time again until Meredith was able to do anything mind shattering, but Felicity was in such a state of ecstasy that she didn't mind.
"Now look who's being left out?" said Felicity between breaths.
"You're right, we're not being fair," said Meredith, looking up at Felicity with lusty eyes. "How big is your bed?"
Felicity pulled out her wand and grinned. "However big it needs to be," she said, laughing and moaning as Meredith dove back down between her legs for a few more moments before getting up.
Tom looked almost disappointed, but when Meredith and Felicity took each arm in theirs, his frown turned right upside down, and he followed them back to the bedroom with a slap happy grin on his face.
Felicity's bed looked only just large enough to hold her, but with a word and a wave of her wand, it morphed and expanded until it had gone from twin to king, more than filling the room.
"Now, were we?" asked Tom, spinning Felicity onto the bed.
"No, we're not being fair to you," said Felicity, though she laid back in the middle of the bed, spread her legs and grinned.
"I'd say not. I want to have a chance to taste you as well, if you'll let me," said Tom, crawling into bed beside Meredith, who'd already began to taste Felicity's breasts, flicking over them with her tongue.
Felicity nodded and Tom got down and got to work, starting from A and working his way up the alphabet from there. Felicity's legs got tight around his head around Q, so he worked that Q as best he could.
"How … are you both … so good … at … this …" said Felicity, writhing beneath their combined assault.
"Practice," said Tom, moving his fingers into place and working them inside of her. "Lots of practice."
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," cried Felicity, clutching her sheets as pleasure shot through her again. She pulled Meredith up to her mouth and their lips sank into each other, each kiss they gave lasting longer than the last.
When they pulled apart at last, each one was breathing heavy, the desire between the two women almost tangable.
"Ok, my turn. I need to taste you," said Felicity, pulling Meredith onto her face. Meredith was altogether too happy to be guided and yelped with delight when Felicity got to work, though she soon began to moan as Felicity worked more and more, her tongue flicking in and out in time with her fingers.
"I don't know what I did to deserve this, but thank you god," said Tom, sitting up at last and enjoying the show going on in front of him.
"What's wrong?" asked Felicity, stopping for a moment to look at Tom, then herself, then back at Tom.
"My mouth is tired," said Tom with a laugh.
"Not all of you is tired, I hope," said Felicity, looking up at Meredith, who nodded.
"It is not," said Tom, picking up on the hint. Meredith swing herself off from Felicity's face with a few protests from Felicity.
"I'm going to watch this; I've been teasing Tom about you ever since we first went drinking, and I want to enjoy the show," said Meredith, giving Felicity a peck on the lips.
"Really? I was just out from work then," said Felicity, spreading her legs as Tom positioned himself between them.
"Ever since the shop, really," said Tom as he plunged into her. Felicity gasped and Tom went to work, plunging in and out of her with piston-like regularity.
"Harder, go harder," cried Felicity, clawing at Tom's back as she pulled him deeper into her. "Oh, god, same, for both of you; we should have just gone upstairs that night."
"This is better," said Meredith, pleasuring herself next to them, smiling at Tom.
"Fuck, oh god, yes," said Felicity, wrapping her legs around Tom and pulling him forward. "How close are you?"
"Pretty … close," said Tom, pounding away at her.
"Dueles" said Felicity, and Tom felt the closeness slip, though the pleasure built. "So we do it together."
"Right on," said Tom, and he slowed, taking his time, teasing the enjoyment into her as he speed up, slowed down, although soon enough he was going as hard as he could into her.
Soon enough Felicity's hands dug into Tom's back as she and he orgasmed and Tom pulled out of her, taking deep breaths.
"Wow. That was fantastic," said Tom, laying down beside her.
"You're not done yet, are you?" asked Felicity, straddling him.
"I'd like to recuperate for a moment," said Tom with a laugh.
"I'm game for some fun, though," said Meredith, sliding her hands down to where Tom had been moments before. In an instant, Meredith and Felicity were making out once again, and the last piece of Meredith's clothes, her skirt, came off.
"It's been a while since I've done this," said Meredith, spreading her legs perpendicular to Felicity's own spread legs. "But I think I can pick it up fast enough."
Tom propped himself up as Felicity and Meredith rubbed against one another, their lower lips giving the kisses their uppers were now to far apart to give.
"I've got some toys," began Felicity.
"Just us tonight," said Meredith between breaths. Felicity nodded and they both screamed as they orgasmed, doing on instinct with each other what had taken magic to do for Felicity and Tom.
They continued until they'd each earned another orgasm from the other, then Felicity pulled away.
"I want to see you two to show me how it's done; how a real couple like you gets it on," said Felicity.
"Fine by me," said Tom, who was recovered. "God, I've wanted you all night."
"I thought you wanted Felicity," said Meredith, slipping Tom into her and gasping.
"Different strokes; I wanted you both. I hope you don't mind," said Tom, hammering into Meredith they way she liked it.
"Oh, not at all; I wanted you both as well," said Meredith, giving Tom a kiss as he fucked her good. This wasn't lovemaking. They did that, and it was a special time when it happened. What was happening here was a night of lustful buildup, gleefully released at last.
"You two have excellent taste," said Felicity, fingering herself as she watched them go at it.
Speaking diminished as they continued, and soon grunts and moans were all that were coming from Tom and Meredith, who'd learned all the little tricks they loved about the other long ago. There was a bit of a show about it, but this was for each other. Felicity watching was just icing on the cake at a certain point.
The night went on in this manner for a while longer, each person taking the time to pleasure the others in a varying rotation. Meredith and Felicity enjoyed teasing Tom, and Felicity used magic on Tom a couple more times to keep him as ready as they were, but it got to where even the magic wasn't enough, and each of them fell exhausted into the others' arms in a big cuddle pile on the bed, the sheets long thrown to a far corner of the room.
The bed creaked in odd ways, having not been magicked this large in some time, but none of them minded. It had been a good night, after all, and nothing restored the body like sleep, s they all drifted away, Meredith curled up between Tom and Felicity, all content.
