Title: Mental Readiness
Prompt: Physical Abuse
Rating: R
Pairing: Dean/Blaise
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. No offence is meant by this fan fiction and this is made purely for fun.
Summary: Dean's hands get to travel a wee bit.
Blaise's lip gloss was delicious. Dean's brain was not quite functioning enough for him to place the flavour but it was probably fudge... definitely fudge. He kissed at her jaw, her neck and her collar but always found himself at her lips again -and not just because of her lip gloss. Her tongue was fantastic too, the way she wrestled with him playfully.
Dean's hand travelled down her back and to her arse: round, firm, full-
"I highly doubt this fabric can stand up to much physical abuse," Blaise groaned. Godric. "And I like this dress."
"Sorry," he muttered.
He guided his hand upwards and cupped her breast, squeezing. He was momentarily surprised at how it felt -like any natural breast he had felt before. Maybe he had expected them to feel a bit similar to a Muggle girl he had come across with implants. Dean still needed to remember not to let Muggle experiences colour his expectations.
His other hand followed soon after and he did not think he could stop himself from pulling back to look. Blaise's hands trailed down his arms until they settled atop his, well manicured and almost as big as his own. He blinked up at her with warm cheeks.
"It's fine," she said, leaning into his hands. His fingers twitched. "Do you need time to get used to-"
"That's not it," he said, turning his hands out and rubbing his thumbs over her breasts. "They... feel surprisingly natural-"
"We can regrow bones, Dean," Blaise said, her hands sliding to his wrists. "Is it so surprising that a Healer can permanently transfigure someone a pair of breasts?"
"No," he admitted. "And also, I'm surprisingly happy that Nott didn't get his hands on you."
"I always knew Gryffindors were possessive," she laughed. "Didn't know it set in quite so early."
He leaned forwards and kissed from her collar down to her cleavage, his tongue dipping under the fabric of her dress. He rucked it up, slightly annoyed at how long it was now that he wanted to get under it.
Blaise stopped him.
"Are you sure you've wrapped your head around this?" she asked. "My having a cock."
"...Probably not…"
