Eros & Psyche Chapter 4B: Theodore & Daphne, a harry potter fanfic

CONTEST WINNER THIS CHAPTER: User "PhoenixPixie" recommended the song, "Rollacosta" by Robin Thicke & Estelle for Theo & Daphne this go around. It perfectly reflects Theo's thoughts here. So, this chapter is dedicated to PhoenixPixie - congratulations! Lyrics for that song appear at the bottom of this chapter. Hope you'll find this song somehow and give it a listen.

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CHAPTER FOUR (#2): Theodore & Daphne

Theo practically skipped into the private room he shared with Daphne, immediately dragging his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the white-on-white bedspread nearby even before his partner had closed the door behind her. He hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, and scrambled to drag them and his pants down at the same time, kicking them off and leaving them where they lay on the floor while hurriedly making his way over to the Tantra Chair (he had to get one of these things for his flat once he moved into his own place this August). Sitting in the position his lover wanted, Theo waited, head bowed, hands resting on his thighs, his action card held securely under his left palm, face-down against his skin.

Daphne's soft slippered feet approached from the side, and instantly, Theo's erection hardened in anticipation. He didn't even try to hide it, knowing from the glimmer in her eye last round that she thought his cock was good meat. And it was. Not that he was boasting (okay, maybe a little), but he'd compared himself to others in the showers (what bloke didn't?), and he knew where he stood – above average length and width, nice looking foreskin and tip, tight balls, not too hairy. Yeah, he was quite happy with his boy… and he could tell Daphne liked it as well.

"Stand, Theo, and recite the text on your card for me," his sexy witch commanded him in a soft voice.

He got his feet under him and turned the red card over. "Yes, My Queen."

DEED: Your partner must list out loud at least 10 good things about you.

"Personally, I was hoping for an oral sex one," he grinned, shrugging. "But this could be fun, too. Or would you rather take my card this round as well? I don't mind."

Daphne straddled the chair behind him, wrapping her arms about him lovingly. "Your gift is again very generous, beloved. I accept it. In reward, you'll have this to look forward to." She brought her card up so he could read it himself:

FORFEIT: Kiss your partner as if they were your whole world. Put your entire experience, heart and soul into the effort.

Theo's heart did a little jig. Oh, yeah, they were going to snog-out finally! He'd been looking forward to that since the beginning of last round, when Daphne had admitted to him in private that she'd wanted him as her partner in bed and no other.

"Your heart is beating faster, my Theo," she purred in his ear seductively. "Are you looking forward to our first kiss then?"

He nodded enthusiastically and tilted his head back so that he lay against her soft shoulder. "Hell, yeah, My Queen. I want your lips all over me. Your hands, too." He shut his eyes and sighed in longing. "I want you to tear into me, Daphne. I want you."

"Do you?" she nuzzled his temple with her nose. "And why is that, precisely? Expound upon your analysis, as your card requires."

Inhaling deeply, letting himself fall back fully into her embrace, Theo relaxed and thought of all the reasons why he wanted this witch for his own. "To start, you have the most entrancing eyes, My Queen."

Her lips rested upon the shell of his ear. "In what way?" she whispered the question, making electric tingles race up and down his spine.

Theo hummed in pleasure at the sensation and let his inner poet peek out for a bit (sure, even he could be romantic at times - when he could be bothered to try). "They're not quite grey, not perfectly blue, but something in between, like… the waters of the lake outside the castle. They're mysterious and deep. Sometimes I wonder what goes on behind them."

His Queen's fingers drew light circles over the skin on his bared pecks. The sensation was lulling and comfortable. "I was not aware that you were acutely attentive to such small physical nuances, Theo," his partner admitted.

"I'm Slytherin," he replied nonchalantly. "I do notice things – like you staring at me all this last week when you didn't think I was looking."

Daphne hummed in consideration. "I see I have underestimated you. Interesting. That's one down; however, and you still have nine more to go," she reminded him in a playfully sultry tone.

"You're… dedicated and meticulous to detail," he pointed out with a grin, purposefully picking a learned skill to counter her innate physical beauty. "I don't know how you can perform all of the duties of a Prefect, and help to plan the various dances and events for the students on top of studying for N.E.W.T.s and helping to tutor your sister. I'm surprised you're not mental from such a busy schedule and such pressure."

He felt Daphne's slender shoulder shrug. "It is no different from your learning a surfeit of Quidditch tactical maneuvers, perfecting them, training your body for long hours to assure you are in peak physical shape, as well as studying for your N.E.W.T.s – all of which you accomplished this year, Theo."

He frowned slightly. He'd never thought of anything he'd had to do for Quidditch as work. It had always just been fun. Now that he thought about it, though, he realized it could be seen in such a light. On average, he'd spent ten hours a week on the back of his broom, zooming about the pitch with the team. And he, Malfoy, and Zabini went to the weight room to work-out every other night for two hours at a time, spotting each other at weights, and challenging each other in crunches, pulls, and fast rope skipping.

"All right, that one kind of fizzled. How about this: you've got the sexiest vocabulary I've ever encountered," he grinned cheekily, glancing at her over his shoulder. "I think you're the smartest girl in school, honestly - even more so than Granger. That dictionary you carry around in your head and spout out in normal conversation makes me super hard for you."

His partner's laugh was elated. "Indeed? Then you may consider that I perform for your auditory pleasure, if it further amplifies your fascination in my person."

Theo shut his eyes again and moaned. "That's what I'm talking about!" He gripped his cock in his hand and began stroking slowly up and down. "See what you do to me, My Queen? Just your voice…" He hissed and opened his eyes, watching his fingers glide over his length expertly. "You make me want to come just listening to you, Daphne."

A gentle kiss touched his cheek, and her eyelashes tickled him softly in passing. "I will give you permission to bring yourself, my Theo… but only after you have concluded your inventory of my attributes." He hummed a small, frustrated, defeated sigh and let go of himself, only to have Daphne's hand wrap around his and brought them together back to his dick a moment later. "You may continue stroking your penis, my lovely wizard. I am a natural voyeur for your activities, as you well know."

"Ahhh… thank you, My beautiful, luscious Queen," he sighed in deep satisfaction, allowing his hand to caress back over his length leisurely, careful not to build up his excitement too fast, for he had a list to finish first. Daphne let him go, her arms returning to cradle him, to gently glide over the flesh of his hard abs and chest.

"Pray, continue," she dictated authoritatively, and Theo couldn't help the smirk that crawled up his face at her imperious tone. Gods, he could seriously fall for this woman!

He considered all he knew of Daphne from watching her on and off for the last few months. "You move more gracefully than any woman I've ever known. When you crossed the room to me last round, you just seemed to glide, and your hips…" He shook his head in amazement. "Fucking sexy, My Queen."

"Mmmm… I like that observation in particular," his lover purred, stroking over his nipples, causing the heat in his balls to burn. "Do go on."

Swiping his thumb over his crown to smear some of the pre-cum up and down, making his stroking easier, Theo settled back even more heavily into his woman. "Your perfume is exotic and tempts me to want to get closer. Every time I smell it, I just want to press my nose into your throat and inhale while fucking you nice and slow against the wall in a dark corner."

Her lips inched around his cheek, placing soft kisses. "Perhaps I will give you that opportunity during this game, my Theo."

His hand on his todger unconsciously tightened and he shoved through his fingers, urged on by a surge of his hips. "Oh, yeah, I'd love to shag you just like that once in my life. I'd go nice and deep inside you…" He moaned and watched himself wanking, building up slowly.

"Focus, my sexy wizard," Daphne reminded him, tapping his heart with a fingernail. "Six more compliments are due."

Theo chuckled. "Sorry, My Queen. I'm aching to get off. I'll try to do better to control myself."

"Yes, Theo, impulse control is a skill you will perfect during this game," she submitted matter-of-factly, putting her hand back over his, slowing his rhythm down to a crawl. "This is your first lesson. Take your time fostering your orgasm. Enjoy every petite sensation, experience it fully. It will make the culmination all the sweeter, I promise."

He grunted. "This is the longest I've gone with wood without taking care of it. It's difficult."

Her lips were back at his ear, coaxing with that husky, sexy voice of hers, her hand continuing to move right along with his. "Your partner will believe you to be the most tender and fantastic lover in the universe if you can sustain yourself within the confines of her welcoming vagina. You could bring her multiple times in a single session, as well as yourself, if you follow the rule of patience and restraint. Sex will be wholly, unreservedly fulfilling if you have faith in my instruction in this matter. Do you entrust your education to me, my Theo?"

Swallowing hard, Theo tried to picture making a woman orgasm multiple times for him. He'd never accomplished it, usually too fast to find his own release. He'd love to reach that level of control and nodded earnestly. "I trust you, My Queen. I'll do whatever you want."

Her hand allowed a few more mutual passes over his length before it removed itself again, returning to its previous resting spot. "Continue with your accolades of my qualities, and do not increase the pace of your stroking. I command it."

Shit, hearing her say it that way made sweat break out on his upper lip. He loved when she bossed him around!

Focusing on his list, he tried to ignore what his hand was doing (could he ask for anything more impossible to accomplish?), and came up with his next flattery. "Hell, your sexual knowledge is unprecedented. How in Merlin's mystery did you learn this stuff? I've been fucking for a while now, and I read PlayWitch, but I've never even heard of tantric sex or multiple orgasms for a guy."

"Perhaps I will have an opportunity to enlighten you on the subject during this game, if the cards allow," she furtively answered.

"I hope so," he grinned. "I'd love to go to whatever school you went to for this stuff. Maybe you could take me there sometime?"

When she didn't say anything in return, an awkward silence ensued, and it finally occurred to him that he'd just made an offer for them to have something outside of the game… something she'd been crystal clear about not wanting to pursue from the beginning. That thought pained him some, making his erection droop a bit. As if sensing his sudden distress, Daphne's hand moved purposefully to wrap about his once more, helping him to regain what he'd lost. Focusing on the motion of her tiny fingers around his cock, trying to force his attention back to the here and now, to enjoy what he could get from her, Theo attempted to shut out everything else for the moment. He shut his eyes, tilting his neck back, and sighed forlornly. "Daphne…"

"What other worth do I hold in your eyes, beloved?" she asked quickly, trying to bring them back to the topic and avoid a discussion of the subject, he knew.

Giving in for the moment, he thought up another item. "You're the most self-possessed woman I've ever met. You know what you want and aren't afraid to ask for it. That confidence is bloody sexy." Opening his eyes, chewing his bottom lip as they stroked together a little faster and his erection was fully renewed, hard and ready, he thought up another one. "You're magically powerful. I've seen you cast hexes in D.A.D.A. and Charms that amaze me with your strength. I think this one and your confidence go hand-in-hand actually."

Out of the corner of his eyes, Daphne adjusted her glasses with her free hand, then replaced it immediately over his peck and swirled her fingers lazily over his nipple. "They do. The secret to being a powerful witch or wizard is having the utmost confidence that the spell you will cast is going to perform exceptionally well. This is especially true for wandless magic. Most practitioners fail to master such spells because they feel the loss of their wand, and forget that the magic comes from within them. The wand is merely a focus, endowed with properties to aid in the centering of one's energies, but one's hand can perform the same service just as easily with practice."

He glanced up over his shoulder at her. "No shit?"

Daphne's smirk became positively wicked. The hand on his cock stilled, her fingers wiggled and sotto voce, she murmured a spell. Instantly, Theo's dick tingled with gentle warmth that caused his sack to tighten and his tip to weep with pre-seminal fluid. "Oh, fuck!" he moaned in bliss. "What was that?"

"A lust spell," she evenly informed him. "Would you like me to nullify it?"

Bloody hell, his cock was throbbing with the need to reach its completion. "I thought you wanted me to learn self-control and restraint," he panted, taking both of their hands off of his dick. "I can't learn that if you make me jizz everywhere so quickly. So… yeah, reverse it quick or I'm going to come any second."

Daphne kissed his sweaty forehead. "You have pleased me exceedingly with your response, beloved." Wiggling her fingers again, his partner invalidated the spell upon him, and immediately, Theo's urgency to climax eased back. He was still painfully hard, but not on the edge any longer, much to his relief. "Your willingness to master this test makes me want to reward you. When you are ready to ejaculate, I will recast the spell. Your orgasm will be amazingly delicious." Her hand aided his in once more returning to gripping his cock and stroking. "Finish your final admirations and I will set you free, my dearest."

Enjoying their joint fondling of his privates immensely, Theo bit back on the longing to increase their pace, wanting to learn the secrets to being a good lover. He planned on cramming as many of Daphne's lessons into his brain as he could during the next several hours, and to perfect as many of them as possible so he could use them on her later when he tried to convince her that they belonged together. He had firmly decided to pursue her when this game was over, regardless of his previous promise, because now that he knew her better, he found that he really dug on her. Greengrass was an awesome catch – smart, beautiful, of good stock, sexually adventuresome, and he intuitively knew that she had a sleeveful of tricks to keep him interested for a long time.

Yep, she was the girl for him - hands down. No fighting it anymore.

Now, he only needed to convince her to allow his suit…

Closing his eyes again, he grit his teeth, ignoring the building burn at the base of his shaft. "We'd make cute, pure-blood Slytherin babies. My snobby family would heartily approve. I think yours would, too."

Her hand faltered a bit. "Theo…"

A first warning.

Knowing he was in trouble, Theo cut off the inevitable chastisement with his final veneration: "You, My Queen, are extremely caring. Remember how stressed Astoria was during her O.W.L examinations? That small bouquet of wildflowers you conjured for her on the fly to cheer her up... it was lovely. That was one of my most favorite uses of magic, ever."

Daphne's hands on him completely stilled and her voice was strangely soft, almost hesitant. "One of your favorites? Truly?"

It was the first time he'd ever heard Daphne Greengrass sound less than confident. He paused in his self-pleasuring to consider that and looked again over his shoulder to meet her eye. "Yes. It really was quite a thoughtful and beautiful display of magic. Most people use magic for selfish reasons – to get something done they don't want to do, or to fix a mistake they've made, or to give them some sort of advantage. You used it simply out of love for your sister."

Assessing cornflower-colored eyes measured his sincerity, even as two blooms of red blossomed in Daphne's cheeks. "Thank you… for saying that." Her voice strove to be even and controlled, but at the end, there was a slight trembling vulnerability in the tone.

Something shifted between them in that moment and Theo felt emboldened to take advantage. Turning completely around in his seat, dislodging her hands from his body in the process, he reached up to remove Daphne's glasses. "Theo…" she warned a second time on a growl, her features tightening up with shocked anger, but he silenced her with a finger across her lips, dropping her lenses carefully to the white carpeted floor.

"I want that kiss now, My Queen. Your card says you have to do it, and I want it." Grabbing the undersides of her legs, he dominantly yanked her forward and onto his lap, wrapping his arms about her securely. The hem of her dress rode up, and with one hand, he skimmed it up even further, gripping her rounded hip. He pulled her a little roughly into intimate contact with his body. Separated only by the satin of her knickers, Theo's cock begged for instantaneous fulfillment. "Call it my belated birthday gift," he breathed, buzzing her lips, staring her in the eyes through a half-lidded gaze. He had turned eighteen just this last month.

Huffing quick breaths against her cheek, he watched her carefully, waiting. Her card was specific – she had to initiate the kissing part - but she seemed frozen between her justified anger at him and the lust for him that he could feel burning through him in her stare. "Slap me now if you need to," he offered in a pleading voice, hoping to override her ire with a little begging. "Hate me for forcing this, punish me later, but I've got to have you, Daphne. Please, give me your kiss."

It took half a minute more before his witch made her choice not to walk out the door on him (much to his HUGE relief!). It had been touch and go there for those long, nerve-wracking seconds, but when her frown gradually transformed, tilting upwards at the edges with grudging approval and admiration for his audacity, Theo knew he'd won her over. Relenting fully to his impudent request, her hands smoothed up his chest, over his shoulders, and her fingers tangled in his hair instead. Gripping tightly, causing his blood to rush through him from head to toe, she regained her confident command of the situation, staring him down with wicked determination. "Happy Birthday, beloved." With that, she closed her eyes and sealed the miniscule distance between them.

The kiss was the most perfect Theo had ever received. It was hot, demanding, wet and wanton. It held nothing back, gave and took all, and impossibly promised even more with every pull of lips. He gasped into Daphne's mouth, his mouth smacking against hers with fierce, wild desire. Her tongue thrust crazily in between the gap and tangled up with his, possessing him, boldly declaring that he was hers, that she would rock his world inside out, and at the same time, stated unequivocally that he was her whole world back. "Fuck, yeah!" he whimpered, tightening his arms about her, and slamming his fingers through her long, soft hair, holding on.

Her fingers wiggled against his skull and she whispered something a second before a volcano erupted through his blood, shooting straight through his center. Throwing his head back as his whole body arched from the currents of electricity firing down his spine, Theo shouted Daphne's name as his cock exploded with pleasure. His come burst out of him in pulse after pulse of hot, throbbing gushes that saturated the front of her panties and her lower abdomen, staining her dress. He could hardly breathe from the pressure as his chest squeezed tightly and behind his eyelids, fireworks exploded in a myriad of colors.

It took at least ten seconds for him to come down off the initial high, and then another half a minute for his body to stop squirting his seed everywhere. His balls ached. "Daphne… oh, God, Daphne…" He clung to her, pressing his nose into her neck, inhaling her sexy, sultry perfume just as he'd wanted. His lungs felt grated, his throat raw. "Sweetheart…" He dragged his mouth over her skin, slamming it down over hers again, kissing her with passion and need.

They kissed for a long time – well, long for Theo, who had never spent more than a few minutes on foreplay of any kind with a woman. The act itself was physically and emotionally satisfying, and he realized in those moments what he'd been missing, craving in his sexual conquests for so long: a connection. He'd found it with Daphne.

Pulling back, he touched her cheeks softly and gave her his most melting smile. "You were right: amazingly delicious." Looking down at his flaccid, tired member, and the mess he'd made all over them both, he couldn't help but grin wide. "Oops."

Daphne laughed again, and it was a pretty sound, drawing his attention back to her face. Her eyebrow was arched. "You have an astounding ability to assert the obvious with a concision of words, Theo."

He waggled his eyebrows back at her. "And you do just the opposite, My Queen."

"Impudent man," she chided him gently, and stood, shucking her dress and undergarments and shoes, heading towards the opposite wall of the room where there appeared a shower. She looked over her shoulder at him as the water began falling over her body. "Surely, you do not intend to present yourself to the group looking so bedraggled, beloved? Come, join me. We have ten minutes remaining until call."

Jumping up like a puppy after an enticing squeaky toy, Theo joined his witch under the shower, allowing her to clean him off with a soft cloth and body soap that was scented the same as his cologne. As she finished washing him down, switching to a soap that carried her own scent (gods, he loved this room!), he sniffed both small bottles of the liquid soaps and looked at her with curiosity.

"Your cologne is exotic, Theo, and tempts me to want to get closer," she used his words back at him with a naughty, enticing smile. "Every time I smell it, I just want to press my nose into your throat and inhale while fucking you nice and slow against the wall in a dark corner."

He gave her a slow, evil smile in return. "Perhaps I will give you that opportunity during this game, sweetheart."

With that, they hopped out and dried each other off. Theo threw on his clothes quickly and ran out into the common area just as the chimes rang, grabbed his wand off the table and returned to his private room to Scourgify the mess off from Daphne's clothes, and drying both of their hair with a quick spell.

When she was re-dressed, he boldly took her hand and guided her out into the main room, asserting in public his claim over Daphne by kissing her quickly before sitting back into the sofa. To his pleased wonder, she blushed while readjusting her glasses, apparently forgetting to give him his third warning for daring to step over the line again.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Notes:

Musical Selection for this Chapter: "Rollacosta" by Robin Thicke & Estelle. Lyrics are as follows…

Slap me in my face, punch me in the eye,
Do me how you want me, baby, just don't say goodbye.
Tell me I'm no good, Tell me I'm not right,
Just let me lay beside you when you fall asleep tonight.

Rollacosta,
Throw your hands up,
Take me to the top.
Rollacosta,
Upside down,
I never wanna stop.
Rollacosta,
Take me to the limit,
To the top,
Rollacosta…
Make you scream.
Make you scream.
Make you scream.

Take me back,
Take me back,
One more time around the track.
One more time,
Just one more time.
Make me ride with you tonight.
Here we go,
Round and round,
Twist and turning,
Heading out.
One more time.
Oh, one more time.
Tell me that you know I…
Tell me that you know I…
(What I need)

It's special.
It's true love.
It's Rollacosta.

Hate me in the morning, sex me up at noon,
Look at me for dinner, baby, tease me with your food.
Get mad at me for drinking, shout at me to stop,
But you know I'm the only one that ever hits your spot.

Take me back,
Take me back,
One more time around the track.
One more time,
Just one more time.
Make me ride with you tonight.
Here we go,
Round and round,
Twist and turning,
Heading out.
One more time
Around the track.
Tell me that you know I…
Tell me that you know I…
(You got what I need)

It's special.
It's true love.
It's Rollacosta.

One more time.
One more time.

It's special.
Take me to the edge just one more time.
Oh, come like that today.
It's special.
Take me all around, well, if you dare,
Now I'm going in…

Rollacosta, make you scream.
Make you scream.
Make you scream bad.

Take me back,
Take me back,
One more time around the track.
One more time,
Just one more time.
Make me ride with you tonight.
Here we go,
Round and round,
Twist and turning,
Heading out.
One more time
Around the track.
Tell me that you know I…
Tell me that you know I need…

It's special.
It's true love.
It's Rollacosta.
It's…

Rollacosta, make you scream.
I'm gonna make you scream.