TITLE: Meet the Parents: The Bells
AUTHOR: monkeycgm (Carla)
DISCLIAMER: Do I own HP? If I did maybe Marcus and Katie would hook up in the books. But I don't so they are doomed to only appear together in this sorry attempt at fan fiction.
SUMMERY: Marcus is trembling at the prospect of meeting his fiance's father. A man he has respected his entire life, but fears will hate him. MFKB
NOTE: If you want to see my version of Marcus and Katie visit this address a manip I made very quickly
He was doing it again. Loosening his tie, pulling on the collar of his shirt like a nervous twitch. It was becoming more and more impossible with each moment not to give in to the urge to laugh out loud. The sight was just too funny. Marcus had the ability to remain calm in any situation, a talent that no doubt had been honed in his eight years in Slytherin house. He was cunning and overly confident, a typical alpha male in all situations, but today he was sweating like a pig in line to be slaughtered.
She sauntered over to him, not bothering to hide the smile that resulted from his obvious discomfort. Katie smoothed the new wrinkles out of his dress shirt, and muttered the same spell under her breath that she had cast not ten minutes before. It was some case of nerves that caused a man to best a simple anti-wrinkle charm and frankly she thought he was over reacting, there was no reason in the world to worry.
Her lips pressed briefly on his cheek before they shifted to whisper in his ear, "Stop it. You'll be fine. What's the big deal anyway, he's just a man?"
"Just a MAN? Just a MAN? Katie you've got it all wrong. Your father is one of the most legendary quidditch coaches in all of Europe, how could I not be nervous? Add to the fact that I've corrupted his only daughter and marked her finger with a rather important diamond without ever bothering to meet him or ask his permission. Face it babe, you're going to have to floo me home in a body bag. I'm dead."
Katie could only laugh. He was being so silly about the whole thing, like a little kid about to meet his hero for the first time, and yet she could see that there was some truth behind his supposed fear. "Corrupted me huh? I seem to remember being the one that picked you up that night. Lured you into my lair of sin. Seems to me that I corrupted you."
"You can't tell anyone about that, ever, I have a certain reputation to protect, and I don't need rumors out there causing people to doubt my manliness. Keep that under wraps Kit-Kat and I might not tell your father about all those truly naughty things you said to me that night. Where did you learn such words?" She looked truly surprised at his statement, her mouth formed a shocked o as she stared up into his mocking eyes. And then she punched him, playfully, but painful because of it's unexpectedness. She smiled up at him again.
"Blackmail really? Oh how the mighty fall. What would your cunning friends say about your tactic now, huh? Would they applaud you O Mighty Prince of Snakes? Or would they laugh in your face?"
From the expression on his face, she could tell he was getting angry, but at least it was a change from the nervous wreck he was before. She had teased him into one of his boorish moods but perhaps he was distracted enough now that they could finally leave.
Before he could utter a word she brought his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. His lips were hard and demanding against hers, and she pressed her body more closely to his own. How she wished they had just another half hour to spare before they were expected, there was simply no other reason for them to waste the passion that was so clearly meant to find its way into the bedroom. Separating for a second they both drew in deep breaths, filling their lungs to capacity, as if preparing for another bout.
With her body still very much in contact with his much larger one, she motioned toward the large fireplace that dominated their apartment. She dropped the powder quickly and enunciated the words "Bell Cottage" before allowing herself to be drawn into yet another passionate kiss. He was going to get them in trouble. The last thing she wanted was for her parents to catch them pawing each other upon their arrival, but like the many times before, she couldn't resist him.
As the took a step out of the fireplace in the study of Katie's childhood home, Marcus quickly looked for any company before pushing her up against one wall, and settling himself between her legs. "Coast is Clear" he mumbled into her neck, as he lavished kisses all over her neck and face before finally meeting her lips with his own.
She was too lost in the sensations to inform Marcus that this was her father's study, and he always had some way of knowing what went on in here. Maybe it was the paintings, or maybe the walls themselves had ears, but she had learned at an early age, never tell a secret in the study. Temporarily her mind blanked out to anything but Marcus and the amazing things he was doing to her body.
"Hmmm.." came the unmistakable voice of her father from behind her lover. She opened her eyes and met his disapproving stare. " I do not permit such open displays of affection in my home. Katie, why don't you go find you mother?"
"But Dad…"
"I don't want to hear it Katie. I'm sure your friend can tell me all I need to know."
Marcus watched her leave the room and realized that at last she was sharing some of his own sense of nervousness, that and total mortification. She twisted her ring as she reluctantly left the room, abandoning him to the scornful glances of a man who was possibly the most dangerous on the planet, nay the entire universe at this moment. A man that did not even know that at this moment, his daughter already wore the ring the very man who stood before him, his overly muscular body practically trembling in fear.