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P.S.S. I've been asked in various emails and PMs what each couple is supposed to learn by the end of this story, and I think the ultimate answer is the most basic foundation that all love is built upon: trust. As we all know, this is not necessarily something easily given – nor received – and wholly dependent upon the personalities and past experience of the people involved in the "trust transaction." I will say no more, as I don't wish to give away any plot development, but rest assured that every chapter revolves around that issue. Think on that as you read.

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CHAPTER FIVE (#5): Theodore & Daphne

Per their arrangement, as soon as the door shut behind them, Theo was stripping off his clothes and assuming the correct position on the Tantra Chair, where he awaited silently for Daphne's pleasure. Taking a moment for her own edification, she allowed her eyes to appreciate the naked curve of his back and buttocks. Her wizard was built like a stereotypical Quidditch Chaser (similar to Zabini) – broader of shoulder and bicep and thigh than a Seeker (like Malfoy and Potter), but not as burly as a Beater (like Finnegan) or a Keeper (like Weasley). His body was an interesting combination of trades, designed to alternate between the need for speed and the requirement for strength.

She could not wait to feel that muscle move over and around her when the time finally came…

Before then, however, she intended for him to tell her his real feelings for Hermione Granger.

The confrontation that had occurred in the main room between her beau and the Head Girl had dealt Daphne a strong dose of jealous pain. It wasn't the fact that Theo appeared to have had a past with Miss Granger that was the problem, so much as he seemed not yet emotionally over the witch. There was clearly unresolved sexual attraction between them, and that type of feeling was potentially damaging to any future relationship Daphne might want with her wizard. "Illuminate for me the nature of your relationship with Miss Granger," she bid, stepping towards him and sitting her bum on the taller hump of the chair, modestly keeping her legs to the side and closed. "I wish to know the sordid details."

Theo looked up at her with astonishment. "Sordid?" he snorted with cynicism. "Hardly anything to it. We made out a few times in Sixth Year. I wanted more. She was too frigid. I lost interest. The end."

Daphne watched his body language carefully, paying particular attention to the tightness around his eyes as he spoke. "Then perhaps you can explain to me why you were so affected by her answer earlier?"

He sighed, ran a hand in frustration through his hair. "It's just that…" His cheeks reddened as he confessed a truth that apparently had lain dormant in his heart for too long. "She's the only girl to ever tell me 'no.' I didn't… handle it well back then." He laughed derisively at himself. "Hell, I'm not handling it well now. Seeing her with Drake… she never looked at me like that. It just… stings… not just that she didn't want me, but that he's getting the one thing I never could." His smirk was bitter. "Like that's anything new, though."

Insight burst through Daphne's understanding. "Theo, I want you to look at me."

That blazing cerulean gaze met hers almost rebelliously, as if he were angry with her for her requirement of his obedience. In this case, she could certainly understand. Confronting a painful realization on your own was difficult enough, but sharing it with another was downright embarrassing, because it left you vulnerable. Fortunately, Daphne had done her share of facing her inner demons and could now aid Theo in doing likewise.

"Do you believe me when I tell you that I find you to be the most desirable man that I have ever known?" she asked, locking her gaze onto his and forcing him not to look away with the power of suggestion. "Enough so that I will be giving you my virginity during this game."

His eyes widened into saucers and his mouth gaped open. "Your virginity? But…"

"Although I have experienced the many joys of sexual fulfillment in a variety of ways, I have never had actual sexual intercourse with a man - though I have watched it intimately play out before me many, many times," she admitted. "And I have pleasured myself enough to rid the concern of my hymen, but I have not yet allowed a person to enter me." She took her reading glasses off and put them, along with her action card, on the small table nearby. "I plan for you to be the first man to come into me fully, in every way." Reaching down, she caressed his cheek. "I would never give myself in such a manner to Mr. Malfoy. Nor to Mr. Zabini, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Finnegan, or Mr. Potter. Only to you. Do you understand?"

He blinked several times, mulling over her words. "No, I don't. I mean… yes, I understand what you're saying, but… I don't understand why you would choose me."

She stood up, letting him go and looked down the length of her body at him. "You lack faith in yourself, in your ability to be a tremendous lover, and in the strong heart of the man that I see in you, and so you hold pieces of yourself back when you join with a woman. This is one of the reasons why sex for you has always been unfulfilling, beloved, and why you continually seek it out with many women, never fully able to give completely, and so never getting in return that which you need to feel whole." She bent at the waist, giving him a nice peek at her breasts as her dress dipped open at the throat. "Over the next several hours, I am going to give you the most gratifying sexual experiences you will have ever known, my Theo. I will teach you how to restrain your selfish impulses, and how to find unparalleled pleasure from such selfless discipline. I am going to give myself to you fully, as I never have to another, so that you may test and reveal your discoveries with me. This is my gift to you… because I believe you to be a worthy man with whom I want to share such an unforgettable experience. No one else. Just you."

Theo's cheeks reddened and his eyes filled with unshed tears, but he turned his face away, refusing to look at her out of embarrassment. Daphne understood the reason for his emotional response to her offer, knowing what she did of him (from her years of intense observation and the perfecting of her ability to listen and draw conclusions from the provided facts); she knew how all his life, his cruel father had never once told him he cared for him, how his mother's interests lay in her personal pursuits of material goods and never in her child's actual welfare, how Theo had always worked hard to achieve his goals, and yet struggled against people with such strong, natural talents (like Draco Malfoy), finding himself wanting in comparison, and most importantly, how no girl had ever said, 'I love you' to him. It was for these reasons that she did not judge this unmanly moment. In fact, she encouraged it, to help him leach this poison from his soul so that they could, at last, be together, free of the cruel taint of the past.

Stepping into him, she ran her fingers along his scalp soothingly, seeking to offer him comfort from his sorrow. With a hitched breath, Theo grabbed her around her thighs and tucked his face into them, hiding his personal shame. He shuddered against her, but made no sound. They rode out the storm of his actualization for several minutes, neither giving the game a second thought, uncaring of the minutes ticking away.

"Daph…" Theo sighed heavily, lifting his face. "I need to know: why can't I pursue you after the game ends?" His fingers deftly brushed a stray section of bangs off his face. "Why can't I have you after tonight?"

Her heart clenching with anxiety, Daphne considered the circumstances she now found herself facing. Could she tell him the whole truth? No, it would be better if she didn't. It would only ruin what time they had left together. She didn't want these next hours tainted in any way by what her future held for her.

"We are graduating," she explained, using the rational, logical answer instead of the full truth. Both were equally as accurate, but this account would be infinitely less painful than the other. "Professor Sprout recommended university study to you, did she not? And I have heard that the Kenmare Kestrels and the Fitchburg Finches have both offered you positions as Chaser."

He shrugged. "None of which prevents us from seeing each other. It's not as if we couldn't Apparate to the other whenever we wanted to be close."

Daphne looked down, feeling that sinking, constricting sensation in her chest once again and struggling to shove it aside. She engrossed herself in running her fingernails through his soft, brown and gold-highlighted strands, hoping to distract them both, but he grabbed her hands. "Daphne…"

He was going to insist. She would have to use a typical Slytherin tactic: redirection.

"What does your card require of you?" she changed the subject, slipping out his grasp quickly and moving out of range. Picking up her glasses and her card from the table, she held them up to her eyes and read aloud so he would understand what to expect this round:

DEED: You get to use a sex toy on your partner.

Theo took a deep breath and let it out, the sound one of thwarted frustration. He picked his card up off the floor next to his feet, where it had landed earlier when he'd dropped it to embrace her and held it out to her. "Take mine and you'll have what you need to satisfy your action this round."

Reaching out with tentative fingers, Daphne once more accepted the endowment of his generosity and silently read his card to familiarize herself with his offer:

DEED: Use a feather on your partner in any way you wish.

She smiled sultrily. "I already have a toy in mind that I wish to use on you, my Theo, but this one we can incorporate as well." With a thought, she conjured up what she would need, placing it on the table next to her. "Thank you for entrusting me once more with your card and your personal gratification, however. Now, lie back so we may begin."

He paused momentarily to look up at her; there was sedition in his gaze, and it was clear that he was resentful of her artful dodging of his question. She raised a brow at such impertinence, but spoke with pointed softness. "Do you wish to forfeit and walk away, Theo? Would you deny yourself the opportunity to experience the wondrous pleasures I could confer upon you with these combined cards?" She smiled mischievously and waggled them provocatively before her, as if the two pieces of old fashioned, waxed cardboard held all the tempting secrets in the world. "With these, I will be able to continue your training, helping you to actualize your true sexual potential. And, I promise you will orgasm this time with a fulfillment to rival last round's experience."

Adorably predictable, Theo's features transformed from a set, stubborn refusal to a sincere, excitable eagerness all in the time it took Daphne to complete her counter-proposal. This did not stop him, however, from giving a reluctant sigh as he capitulated, reminding her again that there lurked a willful individual under that playful façade and she must never forget such a fact.

Adjusting his spine to accommodate the curve of the chair, her lover lay fully back as required, making no further fuss, and Daphne's clenching chest loosened in relief. They could proceed now, thank the Great Merlin.

Grabbing up the stretchy silicone ring lying on the table and the small tube of lube, she walked back to the chair and sat on the small inward dip, her breasts equal with Theo's soft, sheathed member. "Hold completely still, Theo. I'm going to harness you with something that will aid you in learning control." Lubing up the cock ring and his penis well, and setting the clear, gliding fluid down for now, lightly she gripped his shaft in one hand and began fitting the stretchy, rubber band-like hoop around his testes first, and then slipped his quickly hardening penis in last, assuring it wasn't too tight, but held just the right pressure.

As she affixed the sexual aide around him, he gasped at the strange and exquisite feeling of being tautly squeezed, and hummed in pleasure to watch his cock engorge with blood, stretching a tad longer and thicker as a result. "That feels… oh, gods… that's fucking amazing!" he gasped and shivered with pleasure. "I want to come already, but can't. It's holding me back."

Assuring his comfort with a question, receiving his guarantee that the ring wasn't too tight, she rubbed some extra lube into the palms of her hands and then warmed them by rubbing them briskly together. "Bend your knees down and back," she instructed softly and he complied. "Good. Now, grab your ankles."

He did as required without pause or question, so in reward she grasped his iron-hard length gently, holding him with firm, but tender pressure and began stroking up and down with both hands. "Try to be conscientious of your breathing as I touch you, beloved. Attempt to keep your inhalations and exhalations even and controlled throughout this lesson. It is the first step towards recognizing multiple orgasms."

With varying pressures, she caressed his mouth-watering cock, watching as the tip of him wept helplessly as she stroked fast several times, then slowed to a crawl for the next minute, then stopped altogether to do little more than feather the veins along the bottom. She cupped his testes, rolled them gently, and learned the feel and texture of them. Summoning a feather to her hand with a thought – the softest of Occamy plumes – she stroked his Hampton and his balls and his tiny, puckered hole at the bottom, underneath. Throughout it all, Theo moaned, gasped, jerked his hips, but he worked very hard at regulating his breathing.

"You are doing wonderfully," she complimented, knowing that one of the most important things for a male to reach sexual awareness was to reassure his ego constantly. "Controlling your breathing is one of the key components to tantric sex." She slowed her hands, allowing him time to regain power over his body's responses. "Close your eyes and take a very slow, deep breath now," she instructed. "Expand your lungs to capacity, then hold for three seconds, then release slowly." He did as she requested. "Again," she prompted. This time, she stroked him twice – once on the inhale, once on the exhale. "Good. Do it again."

They continued in this way for long minutes, her alternating between stroking him with her hand and tickling him with the feather. When she felt he was relaxed enough, she put the feather aside and lubed up two fingers, and gently inserted them into the small opening of his rear. At first, he wanted to resist the act of being penetrated, but with gentle reassurance and proper stimulation to his perineum, he eventually relaxed, and passed through the emotional and physical discomfort into the realms of heightened pleasure, as she stroked the overly-sensitive nerves that inspired a man's orgasm. By combining a gentle thrust with her fingers with a stroke to his shaft, she forced Theo to experience such need that he had to concentrate extra-hard to keep his breathing regulated.

"How does this feel?" she asked softly, tenderly indoctrinating him into this side of sexual promiscuity with loving care.

Theo took a shuddering, deep breath. "No one's ever touched me there like that," he admitted with a vulnerable expression in his eyes, unknowingly answering her question regarding whether he'd ever had a male lover. "A part of me thinks this should be weird and I shouldn't like it, but… ooh…" His eyes rolled back in his head as she stroked the tiny vein under his sack again with her thumb. "It feels so bloody wonderful." He widened his legs a bit, his thighs shaking from the rush of unfamiliar, delightful sensations she knew he was discovering. "Go deeper."

Inordinately proud of illuminating Theo to the joys of new sexual experiences, Daphne gave him what he requested, and gently thrust her fingers into him as deep as they could go, watching his entire body flush with blood, shudder, desperately strain for more. He moaned loudly, unreservedly, and the sound shot straight into her core, causing a rush of her own fluids to drench her knickers.

He was magnificent spread out before her like this, so open, so trusting.

I love you, she thought silently, wishing she'd learned the art of mind magic at the same time as sex magic, so she could have shared with him the depths of her feelings in that moment. My beautiful Theodore.

Near the end of the twenty-minute lesson – for wearing a cock ring for longer could be dangerous for a man's health, she knew from her instruction – she removed her fingers from their exploration and summoning a small, floating bowl with fresh water, some soap and a wash towel, she cleaned both her hands and Theo's backside carefully before removing the toy from around his length. All of the breath left Theo's lungs in a single whoosh as soon as he was freed from the device. "Try not to climax yet," she commanded, gripping his base and pressing down on a vein underneath to hold him in check, knowing the inevitable reaction a man experienced after the release from the pressure. "Hold out for as long as you can endure."

Theo whimpered, quaked, and grit his teeth, suffering to observe her wish. She gave him points for lasting even ten seconds, as not even the expert Sex-Warlock she'd trained under could last very long after his penis had been released from such captivity. "Fuck!" her partner whimpered. "I can't… I can't stop! I'm sorry!" Letting go of one ankle, he fiercely grabbed her hand and shoved them together over the slick, hard length of his beautiful penis. As his hips jerked, he pulled his whole torso up using only his rock-hard abs and came in powerful spurts of white all over his belly with a shout of her name. As soon as the initial explosion passed, he locked his complete attention onto her. "All for you," he avowed, pulling himself the rest of the way up, reaching out and grabbing her with his free hand, slamming his mouth down on hers as soon as she came into range.

Under her fingers, Theo's cock continued to twitch and release small jets of sticky seed, even as his tongue tangled up hungrily with hers. He kissed her like it was the last chance to do so, finally letting himself go and pulling her with both arms into his lap to straddle him. Rubbing his fingers across his stomach and capturing his come, he dipped under her dress, pulled her knickers to the side, and rubbed his fluids all over her soaking lower lips. Thrusting those same fingers deep inside her, he began fucking her with his hand. "Lose control for me," he murmured against her mouth, taking the dominant position again in their relationship, just as he had done in the last round there at the end. "Let me see you give it up again, my beautiful Queen." He lapped at her mouth. "Fly apart for me like I do for you, Daphne."

She gripped his wrist. "Theo, no," she tried to stop him, but her voice sounded aberrantly pleading, unsure, rather than the commanding presence she normally affected. He was cracking away at her mental shield finally, just as she'd feared would happen. She couldn't let this continue; it would ruin all of her plans…

"Yes, sweetheart," he sensuously challenged, biting her bottom lip to silence her debate. "You're going to let me worship and service you as you deserve now." Suckling on her pulse, biting gently, he continued enticing her with an expert hand between her legs and another on her breast, kneading gently. "Ride my fingers. Fuck them like you'd fuck me."

Against the sage warning in her heart, Daphne's body was helpless but to surrender to the man she loved and the desire he'd ignited within. As his fingers reached deep inside her pulsing, grasping vagina, she rolled her hips in time to his thrusts. When his thumb grazed her swollen clit, igniting sparks all through her womb, she bit back a scream and tried hard not to beg for more. "I love the way you say my name, Daphne. Call out for me again. Come for me," he coaxed, his lips clamping down on her throat, suckling on the flesh above her pulse and leaving his mark of possession behind. The pressure of his plunging hand increased, and with a final stroke across her pearl, Daphne shattered. She cried out for Theo, gripping his hair and holding onto him tight.

Removing his fingers from her still-shivering pussy, with his other, Theo began stroking the tip of his penis against her damp panties. "Can we?" he asked, and it was obvious what he was seeking.

Daphne wrapped her arms about his neck and pressed her lips to his ear, quaking internally with both need and fear. "Theo, I am not sure I am ready for us to go further yet," she confessed shakily.

He pulled back, startled, but instead of scoffing, as she's expected, he simply kissed her sweetly. "Then we won't yet. Promise. I just want to get as close as I can to you," he murmured, against her lips, smoothing the hair from her sweaty cheek tenderly. He tucked his cock against her clothed barrier and slung both arms about her, holding her against him tightly. "I want to bring you pleasure again and again, sweetheart. I need to." His hips began gyrating against her slowly, allowing his semi-erect shaft to run up and down the length of her crevice. "Daphne," he murmured against her cheek. "I know it's really soon, but… I've fallen for yo…"

"No," she denied him and silenced him with a powerful kiss, knowing what he was going to say and terrified of hearing it, despite it being her heart's greatest desire. If he said that to her now, he would emotionally enslave her as he had so many others before. She would let him make love to her in a quick coupling, and then she really would be just another conquest that he could add to his count. "Don't, please," she whispered, pulling her lips off of him sorrowfully. "Not in the heat of the moment. Say it only if you mean it and not before."

Theo looked at her with hurt confusion. "I do mean it."

Adamantly, she shook her head and pulled herself from his embrace a second time, standing on unsteady legs, forcing herself to move away. Keeping her back to him, she struggled to find her control again, to rein in her shaky nerves and emotions. It took long minutes to do so. In that time, Theo remained quiet, but she could feel his scrutiny burning into her, could feel his disappointment and anger at being rejected.

"You're running scared," he finally broke the silence, and she realized that he was standing directly behind her now. Before she could escape, his arms firmly encircled her and pulled her in tight against his body. His erection kissed the sway of her back just as his lips did upon her temple. "Don't be afraid of me. There's no reason for us to hide from each other."

It was an impossible task to require her heart to stop its fierce pounding in her ears, but she struggled to keep her voice even as she deflected the conversation once more. "Who was she?" she demanded, going back on her earlier resolve not to pry into his secrets. "The woman who took your virginity?"

He shook his head. "You don't want to know."

Turning in his arms, she forced herself to meet his gaze. "You claim to have feelings for me, yet you keep secrets."

"To protect you," he countered, his expression suddenly fierce.

She quirked an eyebrow. "You see? You cannot even be honest with me, Theo. There can be nothing deeply abiding without truth between partners."

He stared at her hard. "Talk about hypocritical! Look, I've got an idea: why don't you tell me why you won't let me pursue you after the game and in return, I'll tell you who I fucked first," he angrily proposed, moving his arms off of her and taking several steps back.

Daphne inhaled sharply and shook her head. "I… I cannot," she stammered, looking down at the space that had opened between them, both physically and metaphorically. Her heart pulsed in her chest painfully. "I can't!" she hissed, her control slipping again. Her nails bit into the palms of her hands as she fought against her temper.

Gods above, it hurt, knowing she was ruining them, destroying this chance, but some secrets were meant to be kept - especially those whose revelation could implicate others in arguably "questionable" practices that current, mainstream society would certainly frown upon. Worse, she was quite certain that the Ministry would be interested in seeking legal ramifications against any clandestine, participating parties in said rituals were they to be revealed (and never mind that the custom was, at one time, considered part of a time-honored tradition for sex-magic apprentices, as it was how the law interpreted it now that ultimately mattered). Hers was one such secret.

Fighting to regain a calm control over her emotions, she sniffed and looked away. "I apologize for my impetuousness. We had previously agreed not to press the matter, and I have gone back on my intentions not to pry into your private life. Perhaps it is best we not discuss such things again," she attempted for rational discourse. "As these subjects merely create negative tension between us and are ruining our enjoyment of the game."

Theo was silent for a good minute or two.

"The game?" he asked incredulously, his tone laced with anger. "That's the most important thing here to you?"

No, you misunderstand, her soul cried out, but she could not force the words past her lips. Instead, she simply stood before him, voiceless, sure her expression gave away everything, and for the first time was unsure of the right move to make. Her beloved had been right; she was scared. Terrified was more like it, actually.

"Fine," he snarled, turned and gathered his clothes, redressing. He made it to the door, fully clothed, before her panicked mouth opened.

"Theo, wait!"

He paused, his hand on the knob, not looking at her, but clearly listening. The chimes rang out, giving her a moment more to gather her thoughts.

With trembling knees, she approached him, stopping just shy of being able to reach out and touch him. "I… The game is not the most important thing to me." He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, still wary. "You were correct," she barreled onward, feeling her stomach rioting with anxiety and fear. "I am sincerely trepidacious. This is all happening too quickly for me to adjust." Stretching forth her hand, she let her fingers tentatively trace over his grasp of the door handle. "I am enjoying our exploration of each other, and I am taking great pleasure in the teaching to you the art of love-making. I do not want it to end."

He looked down at their coupled hands, bitterness reflected in his gaze. "You're not teaching me love-making, Daphne. You're teaching me sexual technique." He looked at her with dejected misery. "Sure, I like it, but… what I'm searching for is a connection – a long-term thing with a girl, not just another meaningless shag. I've had enough of those; I'm tired of them. I thought…" He swallowed thickly. "I thought I'd found that kind of bond with you tonight, but if that's not the case on your end, then…" He looked down at their entwined hands again. "Maybe it's better if we quit playing now, before one of us gets too entangled with the other and ends up hurt."

Tell him!, the voice of reason in her mind screamed at her. Tell him how you feel about him!

Quaking inside, she swallowed back her misgivings and gathered her courage, putting aside her Slytherin instincts and embracing something foreign and decidedly uncomfortable for her to attempt: direct honesty, clean of subterfuge.

Before she could open her mouth, however, Theo had turned the knob and opened the door. "I'm going to think about it over the next question round – whether to stay or forfeit, I mean. You should do the same." With that, he walked away, shutting the door quietly behind him, giving her the opportunity to clean up in private.

Leaning against the wall, Daphne's shock morphed quickly into regretful sorrow. Sliding to the floor, she wrapped her arms about her knees and numbly stared at her slippered feet. How could she tell him what he wanted to know? If she did she would lose everything she had sacrificed so much to gain. He would most likely have no part of her once he found out the truth. But if she didn't confess, she'd lose it all anyway; Theo would walk away from her tonight, and it would be over between them.

A vicious Catch-22.

With a small sob, she buried her head in her arms and allowed herself to feel her terror, seeing no way out of her predicament.

They were doomed to fail, weren't they?


TO BE CONTINUED...


AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Musical Selection for this Chapter: "Near You Always" by Jewel. Lyrics are as follows…

Please don't say I love you,
those words touch me much too deeply,
and they make my core tremble.
(I) don't think you realize the effect you have over me.

And please don't look at me like that,
It just makes me want to make you near me always.

Please don't kiss me so sweet,
it makes me crave a thousand kisses to follow.
And please don't touch me like that,
makes every other embrace seem pale and shallow.

And please don't come so close,
it just makes me want to make you near me always.

Please don't bring me flowers.
They only whisper the sweet things you'd say.
Don't try to understand me.
Your hands already know too much anyway.

It (all) makes me want to make you near me always.

And when you look in my eyes,
please know my heart is in your hands.
It's nothing that I understand, but when in your arms,
you have complete power over me.

So be gentle if you please, 'cause
Your hands are in my hair, but my heart is in your teeth.

And it makes me want to make you near me always.

Your hands are in my hair, but my heart is in your teeth,
And it makes me want to make you near me always.

I want to be near you always…
I want to be near you always…
I want to be near you always.