She was sitting on him and had, let's be honest, a very predatorial look. Her mental orange curls escaped the braid she came with, the cheeks were flushed, eyes shiny, he just bloody couldn't understand the chick. One moment she was honking from the thought of shagging him, and now she was straddling him, pulling off her tee, grinding her pelvis to his wood, and thank you very fucking much, it didn't need any more encouragement. The tee flew aside, and bloody hell, again with the bra! Red, lacy, bright on her pale skin! He gently stroked her sides. She had amazing skin, soft, he covered her small tits and brushed this thumbs to the perky nipples. She made a barmy noise somewhere inside her ickle body, sounded like purring, and slid her hands under the hem of his jumper. He rose a bit to help her pull it off.

"God, you are majestic..." She murmured and started running her hands on his chest. He knew that about her by then, there was some dam in her noggin that would conk out and hello, verbal inconsistence. Not that he minded, and her little hands on him felt ace. He quickly unbuttoned her denim, and yes, the knickers matched. He pushed his thumb under the waist, behind a little lace triangle and brushed her soft curls. She moaned loudly, and her fanny pressed into his cock harder. The two layers of denim were properly in the way now.

"Leary, we need to undress for that, you know." She looked at him, pupils flooding the odd eyes, and nodded. She didn't seem bricking it any more, the lips were red, and he slightly rose and grabbed the back of her head, and blimey, these curls ran so fine between his fingers. She eagerly stuck her tongue in his mouth, her fingers dug into his shoulders, and it was becoming properly painful to stay in his kecks. "You can stay up there and do it yourself, the control freak as you are," he decided she was capable of processing information even in her bladdered state, she was after all a Ravenclaw, but he had couple seconds of patience left, "Or I can be on top. Either way, clothes go, Leary." Her mouth froze on his, and she tore her mouth off his.

"I can stay on top?" She looked very surprised. It was smashing, and he guffawed.

"Yes, Leary, an erect cock is vertical. You can just sit on it. Like that, don't you?" Why was it so bloody fun and easy with her?! Her nose twitched, her oversized noggin was processing, probably quoting Wizzaepedia to her.

"Can we just go for it, and see how it… unravels?" He started guffawing again, 'unravel', really?! What a kitten!

He rolled her underneath him, a long ago mastered skill, chicks dug it, and sliding his mouth down her stomach, he grabbed the denim and jerked it off her. She was holding her delectable arse in the air for his convenience. How bloody thoughtful!

Fucking hell, the knickers were brill. He placed a firm kiss on her clit through the lace, her hips jumped up, and he wasn't Thorin Durinson, if that moan didn't sound quite demanding. Someone had acquired a taste for nosh? He covered her with his mouth, still through the knickers, and sucked. Wow, that was loud! She pushed her hands in the mad curls and was panting and whining. While continuing his ministrations, he pushed down his denim, there were no pants underneath, and he wore sandshoes, no way in hell he'd be clumsily getting out of socks, when a fit ginger was spread before him. She was almost wailing now, and he slid his index finger from a side under the smalls and right into her. He made sure to stay by the entrance, she was a virgin after all, but that was enough. She hollered and came. He supported the perky buttocks, and fuck him, he had been staring at them in her sodding skinny jeans since day one, and then he slowly put her down, making sure the lace didn't rub at the clit. She needed rest quite obviously, she still looked cross-eyed.

On the other hand, he had a suspicion, and it was being confirmed pretty quickly, that she was quite a randy little thing. She was recovering quickly. He stretched between her legs and kept on rubbing her thighs, kissing occasionally, just to remind her what they were there for. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling.

"Is that how it'll be when we actually shag?" Her voice was hopeful, and he snorted into the silky skin of her inner thigh.

"Not the first time, probably. But I'll do my best."

"Then you may proceed," she deadpanned, and it took him a mo to process it. He was right before, she was like a Confundum. Skittish one moment, fit and innuendo pronouncing the other. He moved higher, with licks and nips, and she arched into him. Her arms went around his neck, and he closed his eyes. She tasted so good! The lips were soft, and it felt different. He suppressed the thought, it was a dangerous path, and shut your gob, brain! His cock was supposed to be in charge here, he had a half naked chick under him, and her legs were already around his waist, what the hell, noggin?! No analysis of sodding feelings!

To silence the manky thoughts he lifted his torso above her, pushed one hand under her back, and pulled her up. The moment was mentally perfect, she relaxedly lay on his palm, and she was so titchy he could lift her with one hand, his fingers splayed between her shoulder blades, he quickly unclasped the bra with the second one, and lowered her down. The red lace flew after her Nirvana tee, and he sucked her left tit into her mouth. She made a noise, and it didn't sound chuffed. Oh, not to our liking, Leary? He changed tactics, switched to gentle licks, and brushing his lips to it, and purring ensued. Good, he reminded himself, she needed to be in the mood and very, very randy. It'll hurt less, if any that way.

He pushed the hand under the knickers on her hip, just a thin stripe of lace, and then in a circular movement he stroked the buttock and cupped it. That was an ingenuine maneuver of his design he was very proud of it, the knickers were hitched at his hand and this way they moved and slid off her, it didn't work perfectly with thongs, but she had those ones that had a lace triangle on the arse too, which he actually prefered, and they slipped off properly. She lifted her hips again, while placing a row of little kisses and bites along his jaw. She seemed to enjoy this part.

"Will you have a beard when you grow up?" He really should have been pissed off at her ridiculous blabbering, but he only felt jolly and firmly kissed her.

"Yes, Durinsons are very furry, and belt it, Leary." She smiled to him widely and pushed her hands in his hair.

"I properly fancy your fur!" What was she so sodding happy about? He couldn't stop laughing and feeling daftly happy.

"I properly fancy your fur too, Leary," he needed to get her mind back to the topic at hand, and not gaze like a moron at her copper hair, so he cupped her between her legs and rubbed the heel of his hand to her clit, "Especially this one." She gasped, seemingly in indignation, and he caught her mouth.

Her hands were wandering his back, legs firmly wrapped around his waist, and he aligned their bodies, and was just about to push in, and then suddenly he froze. He couldn't do it! Sod it! Fucking sod it all! Fucking, fucking fuck! He didn't know what it was! The thoughts were jumbled, not a single clear one, just some nagging feeling! Something important, but frightening, something he was in no fucking way allowing himself to think about! It was just a shag! He had done it before, and let's face it, many chicks he shagged were virgins, there were different outcomes, there was blood, sometimes pain, if the spells were wrong…

And then it hit him! He had forgotten about protection! For the first time in his bloody life he forgot about the spells!

He clenched his teeth, trying to stop his body from moving into her, his head was swimming, he had her taste on his lips, she was softly moaning underneath him, he opened his eyes, she had hers open apparently, watching him with wide shining eyes, giant pupils, almost no irises visible, and he rasped out, "Spells… We need…"

"I have… I have all the needed ones on me… Thea showed me..." Her voice was squeaky, and he focused his eyes on her. She didn't look scared, but there was feverish blush on her cheeks, and he tenderly kissed her lips.

"Do you have the numbing one?"

"No," she answered in a small voice, "Thea said it'd make me feel… less..." He barked a hysterical laugh.

"That's the point, Leary."

"I don't want to feel less..." She gave him a defiant look, although the lips were starting to tremble, and fuck him! He was going to make it worthwhile for her!

He kissed her, firmly and deeply, to make her forget that she was supposed to be scared, and how messy it was, and because he knew that that strange little nagging he felt at the back of his head wouldn't go away, and he needed to make it special, if not for her, than for him, and he pressed into her entrance, and kept on going slowly but steadily, kissing her jaw and neck then, looking for the best spot, and finding it, he swirled his tongue on her skin and caught the earlobe between his lips, he knew she liked it, and she was moaning and gasping softly, and there was an obstacle, and he wanted to go slow, and take care of her, but she bucked her hips, and he was fully in. She groaned, arched into him, her head dropped back, her gorgeous pale throat in front of him, and she exhaled, "Thorin..."

He realised that tears were prickling his eyes, and he pressed his face to her neck hiding them. He. Was. Not. Fucking. Going. To… He didn't even know what it was he was fighting, but definitely this… The strange tension in the chest, the mawkish tears, the feeling of her being all his, all kindred, and soft, and warm… And…

She stirred, and his hands tentatively brushed at his back. He exhaled, assuming it was safe to lift his face, and he shifted his hips, but then pressed his temple to hers, just in case he still was behaving like a soppy nutter, and he rocked his hips into her. She moaned, and he whispered into her ear, "Alright, Leary?" And no, bloody hell, he wasn't raspy from emotions! He was squeezed in a just deflorated fanny, she was bloody ickle and tight! That's why!

Suddenly she giggled. He forgot about his aggro and lifted his face to stare at her in shock. She was smiling from ear to ear, and her eyes were brilliant and very, very chuffed. "I'm ace. Really don't see what the big deal is here," she cupped his face and pecked his lips. "And I reckon it's about time you show your prowess, Durinson." If a seventeen year old bloke could lose his hard-on from embarrassment, Thorin would have. Thank gods for the adolescent randiness! She was easier about it than him!

And then he laughed too. Emotions aside, she was a perfect shag. He steadied himself on his elbows and started moving. He went for long and deep thrusts, and it was the bloody right choice. She was whole heartedly approving, judging by her delicious arse rising from the floor, her pelvis meeting him, her short nails digging in his shoulders, and these bloody raspy moans. She was tight and responsive, and his head was spinning, he tasted her skin under the small ear, he nipped the tender neck, kissed the shoulders, the lips, saw her closed eyes, noticed the long lashes, the freckles were mind-blowingly beautiful, and then something exploded in his head...

He was losing control, his hips were moving faster, more forcefully, and she was fine with that as well! Her little heels dug into his jacksie, spurring him, and then he couldn't hold it back anymore, he groaned and came. The brain conked out, everything went white and hot, he didn't remember where he was and what was going on, and then he fell on her.

He was going to make her come! Or at least get her close! He was going to show her how skilled he was and make her shut her snarky gob, and instead he lost all control and just had the acest orgasm in his life. He was panting, and couldn't stop, his forehead pressed to the sheet, her shoulder under his lips, and he kissed it, like the daft, thick, moronic, soppy imbecile that he was.

She was quiet under him, and he needed to move, but his limbs were bloody jelly. And then her small hand started stroking his shoulder. He tensed, that would the perfect moment for a mocking remark, and she would bloody hit him in the weakest spot now. He himself knew he was pathetic, and he clenched his jaw.

"I am glad it was you," her voice was soft, and she shuffled and moved her arms, he couldn't suss what she was doing, but then he felt she pulled a duvet over the two of them. "Thank you..."

There was still a chance she was taking a piss at him, what was there to thank him for? He lifted his face, but her eyes were warm and she was smiling, and he just wanted to kiss her.

And then he remembered it was not that type of shag. And he wasn't supposed to cuddle with her now, and nuzzle her neck like he sodding wanted to, and maybe be even she could curl into him like after that time… Oh fuck it…

He pulled himself together, he was Durinson after all, and smiled to her, hoping it didn't look grotty and plastic like it felt, "You are welcome, Leary." It was her first time, it was her first time, he reminded himself, she didn't know better.

"Can we do it again?" Yep, her dam between the brain and the mouth was still open. She blushed heavily and twitched her nose. He found it adorable and told himself to shut the fuck up. "I mean not right away, but some other day. If you feel like it… I mean..."

"Belt it, Leary," he sounded way too chummy for his own comfort. And he especially thought it was mental to kiss her now like he did, decisively and then playfully. Sodding moron. "I suggest we make it into a constant arrangement. I still need to demonstrate my famous skills to you." She was watching him attentively now, and he continued his fake frolics. "Now that the aggro is out of the way, we still need you to come, screaming my name into the skies, don't we, Leary?" She grinned, and he discreetly breathed out. The bloody moment had passed.

"That sounds good. But I have conditions..." He guffawed. He carefully slid out of her and lay near her on his side.

"Of course you do. Let us hear them then," he sounded very chuffed. Bollocks, he felt chuffed. Now that the hormonal storm in his daft body was going down, and surely those were sodding endorphins or whatever, he was actually finding this experience pretty rad.

She picked up the edge of the duvet and peeked in, probably checking for blood. And then she probably saw his cock, because she quickly dropped the duvet and looked at him. She looked mildly terrified, and he chuckled. What a kitten! His right arm was stretched on the pillow, and she froze indecisively not knowing if she could lie on it. He wasn't helping, wanting to see what she'd do, and she made the usual nervous sniff like sound with her turn up nose and hesitatingly nested on his arm, lying on her side facing him. Her freckled nose was right in front of his face, and he grabbed her around her waist and pulled her closer. Like he had said before, there was no need to be uncivilised. And again if they were comfortable with each other, the future shags would be much more satifying. Her hand got locked between their bodies, and the second one lay on his chest. She shyly stroked the hair on the sternum. There was a lot of it, he wasn't joking when he said Durinsons were furry. It was going to grow all over his chest later. He realised she was utterly distracted. And judging by slightly open lips and giant eyes she liked what she saw. He smirked.

"Conditions, Leary, you had conditions." The amber eyes flew to his face.

"No one should know. And you don't owe me anything, except don't bring any lurgy into this. And be respectful to me outside this room. And at least try to not let others… sully my name." The accent was stronger, she was embarrassed. "I'm not asking to defend my honour, but at least be neutral towards me. It's hard as it is..." Her voice broke, and she frantically blinked several times.

He really didn't want to, but he suddenly thought that yes, it must have been bloody hard for her. A new girl, a celebrity Da, odd looks, odd abilities, he had a suspicion what those classes with McGonagall were all about, and… He tried to stop himself, but the thought came. He had properly made her life into an aggro before.

"Deal, Leary." She met his eyes, and the corners of her red lips curled up. "Shall we shake on it?" He cocked an eyebrow, she blinked couple more times, processing, and then lunged at him. Round two, anybody?