A/N: okay, requested much earlier for more details and for clothes to come off. little did she realize, i had already planned for it :P it's not explicit, but it's more detail than you've gotten so far. this is why it's rated M.
He walked her to a secluded, quiet area just outside of the restaurant, far enough away from windows that he didn't have to worry about being scrutinized by anyone. He wasn't planning anything in advance, he simply knew how Brynn was. And if they were destined to have a tender moment, well then, he certainly didn't want an audience watching a Malfoy lower his guard.
"I'm sorry, you know," said Brynn suddenly.
He glanced down at her, surprised. "For what?"
"I've been cruel to you."
"You had every right, I suppose. I'm known to be quite a pompous ass."
She flashed him a grateful smile and continued, "Still. I believe now that you want to be there for Colm and that you care about him. I know now that you'll at least try. Which is more than I've been giving you credit for."
"I want to be there for more than just Colm," he whispered, gently touching her hair.
"You're not very good at handling emotions, Draco. Let's stick with one task at a time. Worry about being a father first. Once you have that down, then you can worry about being something else."
"Brynn." Her whispered name brought shivers down her spine as he moved her hair aside and let his lips ghost over her neck, along her jaw line, across her cheekbone. "Don't fight this."
"We're physically attracted to each other, no one's denying that, but if you recall that's what got us into this mess in the first—"
His body trembled with effort from holding back, and he couldn't help the groan that escaped when his lips finally met hers. The resulting fireworks whisked the breath from his lungs, but if he stopped now he was sure, he was sure, that she would leave. He pressed her against the wall, and as her hands flitted across his body, trying to find a safe place to settle that wouldn't encourage him too much, they brushed across something unmistakable. He groaned as she did it again, delicate hands grazing across the hardened bulge in his pants, and for the third time, he thought, She's doing that on pur—Oh Merlin.
She had gasped as she felt it, and he took that opportunity to shove his tongue down her throat, earning him a quiet noise of surprise. Her hands clenched around the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer for one blissful second, before he was forced to pull back for air. She blinked up at him, both panting, her lips moist from his saliva. Her hands were still closed around his shirt, but she released them, smoothing away the wrinkles her grip left and letting her hands linger on his shoulders.
"This is going to end dreadfully," she whispered.
"Pessimist," joked Draco.
The young woman shuddered involuntarily. His voice was low and husky with need. He grinned, seeing her reaction, and brought his lips close to her ear.
"Does my voice turn you on?" He pulled gently on the lobe of her ear with his teeth. "Does my voice make you wet?"
She let out an unintentional moan, but she pushed him back weakly. "Draco, this isn't good for us. What will happen in the morning, Draco? Think."
"I don't want to think. I want to feel." He placed his hands on either side of her head, flat against the wall, successfully trapping her. She gave another shudder. Even after school's over, the bad boy persona still turns her on the best. I bet George couldn't make her shudder like that. "You're the only one who can make me feel."
He kissed her again, fiery open-mouthed kisses where oxygen breaks were few and far between. Soon, when he pulled back, she was following him, seeking more contact even as she shook her head and mumbled about what a terrible idea this was. For as much as she's denying that this should be happening, he thought, she's not helping stem the problem. His point was only validated as she began to slowly palm him through his pants.
"Your place or mine?" he muttered against her skin.
"I'm not a girl you picked up at a bar, Draco," she scolded, but the scolding tone was overpowered by a noise he found he quite enjoyed as his hand slipped under the slit in her dress.
"Naughty girl." He grinned as his fingers were met with no form of cloth resistance.
She bit her lip harshly to prevent another loud moan. "I can't wear them with the dress, now I understand why girls do it, some dress styles you can just tell when a woman is wearing—Oh, not there."
"From that noise, I'd actually say right there."
"Not here," she said, looking at their surroundings.
His grin only widened and he went back to kissing her neck. "Then Apparate us to your place."
There was a tilting sensation and suddenly, that's exactly where they were.
"Good." He chuckled. "Now, about the distinct lack of underwear. You blame the dress? I recall you ranting about the stupidity of changing one's appearance."
"I didn't do anything unnatural," she grumbled. "I just thought I'd try putting some effort into looking nice since you'd been so kind as to extend the olive bra—ah!"
He vanished the dress magically from her body, throwing his wand aside. I'll get it later. "Which way to the bedroom?"
When she hesitated, he let loose an impatient growl and said, "Are you really going to make me stop now?"
He grinded his still-clothed hips into hers and she murmured a soft, "Mmm," before beginning on the buttons of his shirt and walking him backwards to her bedroom.
By the time he settled on top of her, her legs wrapped around his waist, he realized that he had started this venture wanting to make her beg for him. It now ended with him whispering her name into her ear with every thrust, interlocking their fingers, and tilting her head up toward him so that, as sensation came crashing around him, he could press his mouth to hers in the sweetest kiss they'd shared all night.
As he rolled over and listened to her breathing even out as she drifted to sleep, he realized what she had meant when she said this would end dreadfully.
Now it would only hurt them both more when they realized they would never make it as an actual couple.
A/N: uh oh, this can't help things, can it? review please! :D
