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CHAPTER SIX (#1): Theodore & Daphne
Theo followed Daphne through the door of their private suite and closed and locked it behind him. Behind his ribcage, his heart was pounding in anticipation of the coming confrontation. With a thought, he conjured a sofa that looked like it had been transported directly from the Slytherin Common Room – black, smooth lamb-skin leather, heavy iron studs at the creases, dark green velvet throw pillows – and placed it in the center of the room. Perhaps seeing the familiar piece would comfort them both, help to ease the tension a little…
Gods, could tonight get any worse?
Maybe he shouldn't jinx it with such thoughts.
Without a word, he waited for his partner to take a seat, forcibly restraining his innate temper (as Drake had recommended to him earlier during their private talk in the men's), but to his bewilderment, Daphne made no move towards the sofa. Instead, she stood at a spot in-between it and him, waiting, those fathomless, sea-storm eyes assessing his mood.
For several long heartbeats, the two of them didn't move, didn't speak. They remained poised on the brink of individual action, and yet it was clear as the seconds passed that neither was willing to take that step towards the other. It wasn't a pause born of stubbornness so much as fear, he intuitively knew. The air was thick with unrevealed intention.
Theo wanted to kiss his witch so badly that he had to tighten his hand on the door knob to keep his feet in place. He'd agreed to give her this chance to explain, and she seemed the type to need space before launching herself into dangerous territory… But why wasn't she saying anything? Why was she just standing there, staring at him for her cue? How the fuck was he supposed to know what to do next? It's not like he'd ever been in this sort of situation before - wanting a woman more than air or food, wading through emotionally uncharted territory.
Just open your mouth and talk to me, he willed her silently, but clearly, Daphne was unsure how to begin. Her face was agonized, tears shimmered around her lashes, and her hands shook as she once more wiped at her cheeks. She looked so forlorn and fragile.
Whatever this secret was, it was eating her up, and yet she still wouldn't let him in on it to try and help. That angered him, and his ire grew proportionally with every second that ticked by and she remained silent.
This was it, then. She was too yellow to speak up. Fine, then he would. "Let me lay it out for you, Daphne," he stated, his tone harder than he wanted it to be, but necessarily so. He had to make her understand the consequences of their time together, how his mind and heart worked. "I've decided to stay in the game to the bitter end. So long as you refuse to forfeit, I'm going to do to you whatever this card game allows me to, and to hell with the consequences. I want you, and I'm going to have you, one way or another."
Stepping away from the door, he stalked towards her, moving with the same forthright instinct that was guiding his words. "But I want this secret you're hiding from me, too. I want to know why you insist on me not caring for you. Do you want me to consider what we do tonight as just another one-off? Do you want me to treat you – your first time – as something unimportant, only a good time? Because I can do that. I can shut my feelings down and fuck you without care, if you insist. I've loads of practice, as you well know." His chest bled with the knowledge of what he was threatening her with, and he rubbed at it absently as if to wipe away the invisible stain left by such dark thoughts. "If that's all you expect from me – all you want from me - then tell me."
He reached out and stroked the hair back from her face, feeling terribly embittered that it had come down to this type of an ultimatum between them, and worse, he hated knowing he'd do exactly as he was promising - because he'd rather have even a tiny piece of the woman he was in love with than nothing at all, no matter the pain it caused him personally. He was his father's son in that way.
"If you won't give me your heart then I guess I'll just have to comfort myself instead with your body," he forewarned her. "And with Malfoy's cards in play – he showed me them yesterday - it won't be long before the game gives me permission." He crowded into her space, pressing his body against hers, breathing hot air against her cheek, feeling his pulse speed up as the scent of her perfume enticed him closer and closer. "No misunderstandings, Daphne: if you don't forfeit, I'm going to take your virginity tonight. I'm a rotten enough bastard to do it just so that you'd have to remember that it was me who was your first, because, let's face it, I'm not noble enough to walk away and leave you intact for the next lucky fucker to come along. I want a memory of you that I can hold onto."
Bending his lips to her left ear, he kissed the tiny lobe and spoke very softly, shifting his body deeper into her curves at the same moment, letting his hand drift down her shoulder, over her bared arm, to caress the inside of her wrist.
"I promise you, love, that for the rest of your life, you won't ever be able to forget me after tonight, even if it's only to curse my name."
Against him, Daphne trembled, and he knew he'd scared her. That knowledge almost brought him to his knees. He didn't want things to be like this between them! He liked the light-hearted banter they'd shared. He'd loved the lessons. He wanted that back! But she'd stripped him of all other options, and this was what was left.
"Please, just talk to me," he whispered again, pressing his forehead to her temple and entwining their fingers. "If you can't, I have my card we could put to use, too. It could help, so you wouldn't feel like you betrayed anyone's confidence, if that's the problem."
He lifted his card and read it aloud for her:
DEED: You get to ask your partner any five questions you want about them and they must answer wholly and truthfully.
He nuzzled her hair, tossing his card away. "Do you want me to ask you directly to tell me? Will it help to alleviate any responsibility or guilt?"
Daphne shook her head and took a deep breath, wrapping her free hand around his waist, resting against him fully. "I will tell you all you wish to know, Theo. But will you promise to listen with an open mind?"
Letting her hand go, he wrapped his arms about her and cradled her to his chest. "I promise."
She allowed herself another minute or two in his arms, and then released him, pulling his hand with her as she stepped towards the couch and sat upon it. Theo took a seat and waited, his heart slamming up his throat with nervousness. Daphne's face was so white as to almost be translucent and her lips pursed into a tight line of stress. What could be this bad?
"I want you to tell me what your action this round is first," he interrupted, noting she still held her card. Maybe something there would help ease them into this revelation?
Daphne adjusted her glasses on her nose again, and read her card for him:
DEED: You get to go down on your partner. Have fun!
Theo let out a hissing breath, trying to tamp down his unexpected arousal. "Fuck. Me."
Sucking his cock would definitely not ease anything between them; in fact, the tension in the room suddenly amped up by several degrees, bolstered by mutual sexual need. He could feel it in his own shoulders and by noting the set of hers. He stood up abruptly and began pacing in jumpy agitation. Shite, he couldn't force her to do this and then expect her to answer some really uncomfortable questions after. How fucking awkward would that be for the both of them?
"Allow me to perform my card first. I want to give you pleasure, my Theo," she murmured, wiping away the sweat that dotted the top of her lip with two trembling fingers. She glanced up at him with wide-eyed innocence then, through those fucking sexy glasses, and her heated gaze ensnared him.
Theo instantly stopped all movement and he felt his prick harden to granite in his trousers.
Motherfucker, bloody buggering hell! He wanted her to do it to him, and to seriously to hell with consequences. He wanted to watch those painted lips of hers wrap around his cock. He wanted to glide into that mouth he'd fantasized about for the last two months and fuck it good. He wanted to come down her throat and feel her swallow around him. He really, really wanted that.
But it would be wrong for her to pleasure him out of some sick need to apologize, or to soothe his anger, or for whatever fucked up, misguided reason she might be telling herself just then. It would be debasing her.
Yes, he'd said he'd do to her whatever the cards allowed him to without care for the aftermath, but now he regretted those hasty words that had been spoken in anger; realized he didn't actually mean them. He didn't want to humiliate her.
Firmly, he shook his head. "No. I won't force you to-"
Daphne reached for his belt, began unbuckling it without further ado. He tried to step back, but she gripped the ends tight and pulled him off balance with persistent force, and he stumbled forward a step. Hands landing on her shoulders to steady his weight, he tried to move his hips away again, but her grasp was firm. He could push, but the belt might burn her fingers from the pressure of being wrenched away so quickly.
"Daphne, stop, don't do this," he warned, and changed direction in an instant, kneeling down before her to prevent her from going any further. "I don't want to hurt you."
Taking her glasses off, laying them on the couch at her side, she cupped his face and brought her own closer. "All or nothing, Theo, remember? I made the decision not to forfeit, because I want you. Because I love you. I have for years. I prayed to get you as my partner for this game tonight, and to my fortune, someone answered that wish." Tears splashed down her cheeks, beaded her lashes. "I will not waste this opportunity. I will pleasure and love you as I have always wanted, and then I will explain myself to you, and I will pray again for your understanding."
Theo's heart had stopped somewhere around the 'L' word. His whole body tightened with need and joy, and his blood pounded loudly in his ears. No one had ever confessed to having that feeling for him before. Not his parents, not his friends, not any past girlfriends - no one. He hadn't realized until just that second how desperately he'd needed to hear someone tell him such a simple, important thing. That it was Daphne who was the first to do so… "Say it again," he implored softly, caressing her left cheek with a tender touch. "Tell me you love me."
Daphne leaned forward, and he tilted his face to meet hers. Their lips hovered over each other's, the soft skin of their mouths rubbing sensually, their half-lidded eyes connecting, holding. "I love you, Theodore," his witch whispered, her alto voice husky with the truth. "I love you with all that I am."
Powerful emotion gripped his heart as they gently kissed. It was a sweet melding of feeling flowing between them, and it bound him irrevocably to this beautiful woman. He knew after this, nothing would be the same for him again. With a whimper, he surrendered to it, thrusting his hands into her hair and pulling them together. "I'm in love with you, too," he breathed against her, as his lips parted temporarily from hers.
"Please try to remember that," she let out a quivering breath in between respites, her hands traveling back to his belt and pulling it loose from its loops, dropping it to the floor with a heavy clunk as it cleared its confines.
"You don't have to do this to prove it to me," he argued, but she put a finger over his lips to hush him.
"I want to do this," she stated. "I want to taste you, and know that it was my mouth and my hands and my love that brings you. Because I won't let you forget me either… my King."
Theo's heart tore itself free of its cage and threw itself down at her feet in that instant. He closed his eyes as he relinquished his will and gave himself over to her completely. Daphne's hands guided him onto his back, laying him down on the white, shag carpet, and she came over him, her thighs spread over his.
Swallowing his anxiety, he peeked through his lids at her and nodded as she ran her hand all up and down his very erect length under his trousers. Petting her long, silky curtain of golden hair, he watched as she unbuttoned and unzipped his chinos, and as he lifted his hips to passively help, she pulled them and his pants down at the same time, ridding him of his shoes and socks as well. The heap was shunted to the side, and his erection bobbed free, as solid as steel, glistening at the tip already with his desire. Next, she pulled his shirt up and over his arms and head, tossing it to the side without care. Fully naked, he watched as his beloved gripped him in that petite hand of hers with assurance and stroked up and down.
Bloody hell, he felt like a virgin all over again, close to shooting his load already - and she hadn't even put her mouth on him!
Daphne looked up at him, one hand stiffly around his todger, the other gripping his hip, and Theo found himself drowning once more in her true blue depths as she leaned forward and gently took him between her lips. The instant his crown parted the soft, pink slit of her mouth, he groaned loudly, the electric sensation causing his hips to jerk uncontrollably up, forcing an inch of his length deeper into her. Going lower with slow, deliberate action, she kept moving down his shaft, and the heat and satin warmth was almost more than he could bear. When his tip nudged the back of her throat, he thought for sure she'd stop, but to his amazement, she took all eight inches in, and he slid down the curved cavern until her lips met his hilt. There she stayed for a second or two, and on a swallow, she tightened around him before pulling back with suction that caused his spine to bow.
"Oh, fuck!" he swore, his legs shaking. Never had a girl taken him all the way; most stopped by reflex at half or three-fourths, but Daphne had taken him to the end. His mind started fuzzing out, and he fought off the need to jerk his hips upwards with force, fisting Daphne's hair unconsciously tighter. "Sweetheart, I'm too close… oh, the hell of it, I'm not going to last!"
His partner's hand and tongue on him stopped instantly as he fought the startling, rapid loss of his control, and he felt her squeeze that vein at the bottom of his shaft again, as he had last round. It helped to stave off the imminent eruption. "Chiroptera Bogus," he grated between clenched teeth, naming off all of the hexes that he'd memorized for his Charms N.E.W.T.s. in an attempt to distract his release. "Densaugeo, Furnunculus, Histedius, Locomotor Mortis…" It took a minute or two of repeating the long list, but Theo managed to regain control eventually; his body reset itself, his desire ebbed away and the urgency to come backed off. Another minute and he was good to go, not quite so hard as before, but still erect. "Sorry," he apologized sincerely, panting, looking down at her, petting her cheek gently. "I'm sorry."
His lovely partner smiled sweetly at him. "You need not apologize, beloved. Learning control is not an easy proficiency to master." Her hand slowly continued its attention on his penis, and with no urging on his part, she took him back into her mouth and sucked him good and strong. His knees simply fell apart then, and she had complete access to all of him as he rocked with small movements up into her.
He lifted his head to watch as her tongue stroked the length of his cock, lapping at the tip as if she were going at a lolly. This was sheer torture… and he utterly got off on it. "Fuck, I love you," he sighed as his head banged back softly into the floor and he stared up at the too-white ceiling until his eyes crossed and rolled back in his head. He started prattling then, his mouth running away without censor. "You know just what to do to me. That mouth of yours is perfect. Oh, fuck, yeah! So good!" He gasped as she sucked extra hard and there was just that little touch of sharp pain to go with all that molten ecstasy. "When I come, I want you to swallow all of me. Every bit, Daphne - every single drop."
She nodded in acknowledgment even as she pulled up his length again, and the movement had him jacking his hips up once more.
Slytherin's rod, this was an amazing blow! His lover seemed to know all the right pressure points, when and where to use those little, white teeth of hers, and even dipped south to caress and roll his sack. When a fingertip grazed his perineum, he hissed and tightened up again, feeling the lava boil through his balls. "Daphne, sweetheart, I'm going to come," he warned.
Heart skipping two beats as she lowered herself all the way once more, constricting her throat muscles around his head, then pulling back to suck with firm pressure, he sighed and began carefully, rhythmically pumping his hips in time faster. He watched as he fucked her sweet mouth, his hands on either side of her head, holding loosely, guiding himself between those pretty lips. Mumbling incoherent sounds of approval, he let the fiery need build up, gasping and arching into her.
When Daphne hummed in desire, the vibration shot straight into his spine, up into his brain, and became his undoing. With a final thrust, he held her still, pushing as far into her as she'd allow – which was all the way. He came in spurting jets straight down her throat, the sensation a first for him. "Oh, God, Daphne!" he shouted, his hips and bum leaving the floor, feeling his body convulsing again and again into her. He filled her mouth with his hot seed and she swallowed every drop just as he'd bid, and for the first time in his whole, miserable life, Theo felt complete, like he had found the one thing he'd been missing to perfect himself.
Slumping in the aftermath of his surge, he lay back into the carpet, boneless. As his breath slowly returned, along with his brain, he opened his eyes to watch Daphne withdraw from around him finally. His tired penis sagged with satisfied relief against his inner thigh. Her timid smile up at him was beautiful.
"I love you," was all he could think to tell her, holding his arms out to her. His woman crawled up his body and lay atop him, laying her cheek over his heart. He curled himself around her as he flipped them onto their sides. They lay like that in silence for a long while, neither one wanting to destroy the moment with talk that was sure to ruin the mood.
Feeling the minutes tick by and the urgency to get this discussion underway roiling about in his guts, Theo sighed in defeat. "I'm going to ask my first question now, and I think you know what it's going to be." His beloved snuggled more deeply into him, her arm about his waist holding tighter, even as she nodded. Seeing no way to avoid the inevitable, taking a deep breath, he plunged into the abyss feet-first. "Why can't I pursue you after the game ends?"
With a shuddering breath, Daphne finally revealed the truth to him. "I am apprenticed to a Sex-Witch and Warlock couple in Italy beginning two days after graduation. The work bond is designed to last for ten months, to complete a one year contract I signed with them last summer. The contract is legal and binding, signed by my hand and bound by my blood and on my oath as a witch."
Theo's heart did a double-take and he heedlessly said the first thing that came to mind. "You're moving to Italy to become a prostitute?" he asked, upset by the idea.
Daphne shook her head firmly. "Being a Sex-Witch or Warlock does not automatically assume a definitive connection to the life of a prostitute, Theo. That is a terrible stereotype, assumed from a position of misunderstanding. They are beings born with the magical and pheromonal abilities to sexually stimulate others – a gift of their family's Veela heritage - but they do not necessarily use their innate talents in a professional capacity. Only some of them choose such a path," she explained. "To lump them all into such a category would be to comparatively state that all Slytherins will eventually become servants of the darker arts."
He pulled his head up to get her attention and looked at her incredulously. "Most of us do," he pointed out rather bluntly.
She huffed. "But not allof us, Theo. I have absolutely no plans of ever doing so."
He turned his head away bitterly and sniffed derisively. "No, you're going to Italy to serve as someone's love slave."
She pushed away from him angrily and sat up on one hip. "You see? This is why I feared telling you! I knew you would react in such a scornful fashion without all of the facts at your command."
Covering his eyes with a hand, Theo bit back his temper, which was simmering under the surface again and threatening to bubble forth. He'd just been told the woman he loved was apprenticed to the sex trade; how the hell was he supposed to handle such a thing? "I'm trying here, Daphne, but… Merlin's rod, do I even want to know what you're going to be doing for the next ten months?"
He could feel her fume and debate silently in the fidgeting of her body against his. "Is that one of your questions?"
He barked a mad, frustrated laugh, feeling a nasty headache coming on. "Does it fucking matter? Okay, then yeah, it's my second question: what the bloody hell are you expected to do for this Sex-Witch and Warlock in Italy?"
"I will answer, so long as you promise that your next question will be to ask me why I would put myself into such a position to begin with," she countered, sounding incredibly defeated again.
"Fine. Now answer," he growled, moving his hand away to rest upon his belly, which was rioting sickly. It felt like eels were sliding around down there, partying out, threatening to bring up his dinner from hours before.
Taking a deep breath, she dropped the metaphorical boulder right atop his head - hard.
"To complete my training from last summer, which was interrupted by my return to Hogwarts, and then to… demonstrate my understanding of the concepts learned." She closed her eyes, her breathing coming harder now. "Yes, Theo, I will be forced to engage in sexual intercourse, among other things, with my Mistress and Master, as well as with… paid clientele."
He felt like crying. He laughed again instead, and it was a vicious, biting sound in the hushed room. "Trading sex for money is the very definition of a prostitute, Daphne." He looked at her impassive features and felt the rage he'd held in check erupting to the surface at once. "You're telling me you're going to become no better than a hedge whore. That you're going to fuck perfect strangers for a few galleons." He sat up abruptly with an easy pull of his stomach muscles, grabbed her arms and shook her once, his voice rising in volume with every mad word, his heart pounding out of control under his ribs. "That you're going to let them do depraved things to you – in you. You're going to kiss them, swallow their cocks, let them beat you and tie you up, let them come all over you and inside every hole in your body - and you want me to just calmly accept that? Are you fucking serious!"
She erupted into tears with a loud wail and threw herself into his arms. "I don't want to!" she cried out, losing that firm control she constantly maintained, her speech pattern changing from formal to informal in a beat. "I don't want to give myself to anyone but you, but I can't do anything about it now. It's done. I'm bound by an unbreakable contract." Her sobs rent the air with her pain, her arms gripped him tightly, as if she would never let him go. "I'm sorry. So, so sorry."
Theo's fury dissolved into a numbed kind of despair instantly. "Why did you make that kind of deal?"
Her weeping grew proportionally. "I wanted to know how to please you. I wanted to learn how to make you love me, and not just look at me as another woman to add to your count."
His chest caved, his heart sank. Her words echoed around in his head, nonstop. "For me? You did this for me? Why? I'm not… worth it."
Daphne's lips found his, kissing him with trembling sincerity. "To me, you are. To win your love, I would have given anything."
Focusing on her face, the reality sunk in: what he wanted most in the world, now that he had finally found it, would be beyond his gasp as of next weekend. She was going to leave him brokenhearted and alone as soon as she walked off the stage with her diploma in hand at graduation, because things would never be the same between them after her contract's ending if they tried to stay together through it. No matter how much he loved her, he knewhe couldn't touch her again after she'd traded away her body to complete strangers in such shameless ways. He hated being so hypocritical, but he was in tune with himself enough to know that his jealousy would tear them to pieces in the aftermath. She'd understood that; it was why she'd been so torn up about revealing this fucked up situation to him. And now he got the message loud and clear, as well.
Basically, all he had was this time with her tonight. More than that, and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from killing those who held her contract to get her out of it. Hell, he was sorely tempted to leave now to do just that, but where would that leave them? Him on the run forever, or at the mercy of a Dementor's kiss if caught; her, an outcast for being complicit in murder. It was a no-win scenario.
Tonight was all they could own... so he wouldn't waste anymore time thinking about regrets and feeling helpless.
Holding Daphne to him, Theo laid her back in the carpet, uncaring about the location so much as going with the feeling. He wiped her tears away, kissed her softly, and began removing her clothing. As each piece gave way, he laved each location with his tongue and mouth, giving it tender, reverent attention. He suckled her nipples until they were straining points, he left a love bruise on her throat to mark her as his, he trailed down her belly to the little dip and tongued it, and he licked her sweet pussy until she cried out and came for him.
As he removed her shoes, he kissed her ankles, smoothing his hands up her calves, behind her knees, touching every crevice, memorizing each smooth curve of her beautiful body. "I love you," he whispered over and over as he brought her legs around his waist and gripped his hard length in hand, guiding it to her entrance. "Do this with me."
Instinctually, she tilted her hips to the correct position and reached for his hand at the same moment, and together they fit him into her tight, wet opening. He slid inside slowly, supporting his weight on his palms, his eyes locked on hers, watching the pupils dilate, entranced by the parting of her lips in surprise as he stretched her out. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath struggling for that solid control she always clung to. Upon his shoulders, her small fingers gripped him tightly. God, she felt so good. Her soft, moist muscles gripped him hard, but she was all liquid silk. Her thighs trembled against his hips, reminding him again of how vulnerable she could be.
When he was buried to the hilt in her, they stopped and simply let the moment be, For once in his life, Theo didn't feel the need to make this act about him – it was about them.
"I love you, my Theo," his witch murmured, tenderly touching his cheek. "I am so happy it was you."
There had been no breaching, no blood, no pain, but her virginity had been surrendered to him just as true. Now and forever, he would own this small, but very important part of her heart and memory. No one could take this from them. "Thank you," he spoke softly, humbly against her mouth as he leaned down to capture her for another kiss, sinking to his elbows and letting his fingers smooth through her golden hair, tangling up in it and cradling her head gently.
When her arms came around his neck, and the kiss blossomed into heat, he knew it was the right time to move. Sliding out of her with equal measure as he had entered, he thrust with gentle pressure at first, opening her up, getting her used to the feel of him, to the rhythm he set. Utilizing all of her lessons, attempting to calm his breathing so that he could last longer, he started out with strong, long strokes that exited her almost completely before thrusting back inside. At the same time, his lips found and latched onto her left nipple, and as she'd instructed back in the first action round, he cherished her breast, letting her know with every lick and nibble how beautiful it was. His attention turned to the right side at some point to give it equal attention.
Throughout it all, Daphne moaned and gasped in a low voice, encouraging him with soft stroking through his hair and running her fingernails over his scalp. It was so erotic a sound and so enticing a feeling that very quickly, his climax built up. He slowed down purposefully, remembering his breathing, trying not to be overwhelmingly seduced by the velvety flesh that parted for his cock with each surge forward. He'd fucked loads of times, but this was about making love, and he forcibly reminded himself over and over to think of her first. Thank Slytherin she'd sucked him off earlier, as now he had a bit more control and could last longer.
"Oh, oh… Theo," she whimpered in a tone that had his hips jerking in response and his guts clenching with need. "Oh, it's so wonderful," she sighed, tightening her thighs, which created greater friction and more sensation.
As her heels dug into him, silently pleading him to go faster and harder, he complied, helpless but to give her everything she wanted and needed. He had to pull his mouth from her breast, however, as their movements quickly became too wild.
"Touch your clit," he murmured the command in her ear, feeling his own impending doom and worried that he wouldn't be able to hold out under their current pace. He wanted to bring her first, to feel her come around him before he lost himself, but she was so tight and it was… gods, it was fucking amazing shuttling in and out of her body in desperation. As his blood pounded through his veins, he grew dizzy from the need to release all that pressure. "Hurry, love."
With an easy push-up, never breaking their pace, he made room for her fingers to inch between their slick, heaving bodies. Dropping her feet to the floor, spreading her knees wide, she began rubbing her little pearl in circular swipes, and her hips surged in time to meet his with incited fervency. It became both making love and fucking at the same time then, as her pelvis rose from the floor, supported by the strength of her lower abdomen, arse and legs, giving him the perfect angle to thrust into her. He swore under his breath as the change into a 'missionary arch' position stimulated his cock in ways he'd only ever dreamed before.
Within a very short time, Daphne crested the wave of pleasure and spilled over, wailing as her hips thrust upwards one last time to meet him coming into her, tumbling her over into ecstasy with his name on her lips. Her release was as magnificent as everything else about her: the curtain of her golden hair pooled around her, her tight nipples were thrust to the ceiling, her lips were parted on a gasp, and her eyes tightly shut. Her normally pale skin was pink, with a light sheen of sweat covering every inch.
Theo leaned forward, dropped her hips onto the tops of his thighs, and buried his nose into her throat to fully feel her rippling inner muscles convulse powerfully around his length. Dragged deeper into her, her flesh clamping down on his with tremendous pressure, her husky alto voice moaning in his ear, her panting breath bathing his neck hotly, and the scent of her exotic jasmine perfume in his nose all worked in tangent to conquer him utterly. "Oh, God… I love you!" he cried against her neck as his body finally ejaculated. His life-giving seed pulsed into her in seemingly endless spurts as he emptied inside of her all he had, his pleasure absolute in that second, knowing he was filling her up with his essence.
Drained of all thought and energy, and with a tired groan, Theo collapsed onto her breast when he was finally spent, unable to find the strength to even pull out or safely move them to their sides. His lungs ached, his head spun, and his heart beat a fierce Marengo in his chest. All he could do was expire in her arms.
They held to each other tightly, neither one seemingly want to move first. Even when the chimes rang out to tell them their time was up, Theo refused to move.
"I lied to you," he notified her in a raspy, exhausted voice, stroking her cheek with his fingers absently. "I have absolutely no intention of giving you up at the end of this game, Daphne." Wearily leaning up on his elbows again, he looked down at her and knew a resolve he'd never felt before solidify in his mind. "You're mine."
Those fascinating, blue windows to her soul ran with tears again. "Miss… Miss Granger thinks she might be able to find a clause in the contract that could be… exploited, perhaps." The words were hopeful, but her tone didn't sound very convinced, he noted. "She has offered to meet with me on Monday to peruse it for this purpose."
His heart shook. Hermione Granger would help them, even after what he'd done to her? But why?
Ah, fuck it, he wasn't looking this gift horse in the mouth either; he'd accept any assistance he could get at this point, and for any reason. He'd just have to pay the witch back someday. "I'll be there, too," he vowed, kissing his lover with conviction, reaching out to entwine their fingers together, resting them next to her head on the carpet. "We have one week. We'll find a way, sweetheart. I swear to you, we will."
And so help him, he meant it – somehow, they would find a way to break that goddamned contract, even if he had to play to the Slytherin stereotype and became a practitioner of the dark arts to do it. He did, after all, have the penchant for such leanings, thanks to his father.
TO BE CONTINUED…
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
PLEASE REVIEW! What did you think of this chapter, folks?
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Chiroptera Bogus = The Bat-Bogey hex's name is never given said aloud when cast in JKR's novels or movies. It is merely called the 'Bat-Bogey hex,' so I invented this name for it when someone casts it upon another person. Bats are flying mammals in the scientific Order 'Chiroptera' and 'Bogus' is simply a Latin-sounding word for 'Bogey.'
Hedge Whore = An old Regency Era/Victorian Era term that is still in use today by people of an older generation. It basically means a woman who trades sex for money on the sides of the roads, under the hedges (because she can't afford a hotel room, and would probably be kicked out of one anyway, given how filthy she is). It's the lowest kind of prostitute you can think of.
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Musical Selection this Chapter: "Save Tonight" by Eagle Eye Cherry. Lyrics are as follows...
Go on and close the curtains
All we need is candlelight
You and me and a bottle of wine
Going to hold you tonight
We know I'm going away
How I wish...wish it weren't so
Take this wine & drink with me
Let's delay our misery
Save tonight
And fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
Tomorrow I'll be gone
There's a log on the fire
And it burns like me for you
Tomorrow comes with one desire
To take me away...it's true
It ain't easy to say goodbye
Darling please don't start cry
'Cause girl you know I've got to go
Lord I wish it wasn't so
Save tonight
And fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
Tomorrow I'll be gone
Tomorrow comes to take me away
I wish that I...that I could stay
Girl you know I've got to go
Lord I wish it wasn't so
Save tonight
And fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
Tomorrow I'll be gone...