CONTEST WINNER THIS CHAPTER: User CeriseAnouk recommended the song, "Radar" by Britney Spears for Seamus & Lavender this go around, and I thought it a perfect complement to Lavender's thoughts here. So, this chapter is dedicated to CeriseAnouk - congratulations! Lyrics for that song appear at the bottom of this chapter. Hope you'll find this song somehow and give it a listen.
Revision 2.0 – 5 November, 2018
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In ainm Dé! = Gaelic for "In God's name!"
CHAPTER SEVEN (#4): Seamus & Lavender
The confident high that Lavender had felt from the last action round faded the moment she stepped into the private room she shared with Seamus and shut the door behind her.
Truthfully, she was feeling uneasy after that last question round. Not with Sea's answer, because Parkinson was obviously smitten with Ron, so there was no competition there, but with her partner's reaction to her response. His jealousy of Zabini was already well-established by their last discussion on the topic of the Slytherin's role in her sexual education, but her compelled answer by the last question card had obviously just thrown more kindling on that fire.
She'd felt Sea tense-up next to her when she'd revealed Blaise's name as her choice for some kinky spanking, and known the smile he'd given her afterwards to try to reassure her that he'd taken no offense had been faked.
He hadn't uttered a word as they'd stood up at the end of the question round, and he'd loosely held her hand between the couches and here, their replica Gryffindor common room.
Now, he was standing before the fireplace half way across the room from her, one hand rammed into a pocket of his trousers, the other tapping his wand against his outer thigh, eyes staring at the magically lit flames in silent contemplation.
Unsure if it was the right move or not, she tried for a distraction, "Want to know what my card says?"
She read it aloud for him:
DEED: Perform oral sex on your partner.
Yet another card she could really enjoy performing...but only if Seamus' mood improved.
Glancing over at him only made the awkwardness more pronounced. Her sexy Irish didn't reply at all to her attempt to draw him out, still focused on whatever inner demons were bothering him. The news that she would be sucking his cock in a minute should have, at least, garnered some reaction, right?
"W-what does your card say?" she prompted him, trying for a more direct route to get his attention.
As if in a half-daze, Seamus lifted the rectangular piece of wax-laminated cardboard and read off its obligation:
DEED: Lick any one part on your partner's body—your choice.
So, he'd both give and receive this round. Well, that sounded like a dual lottery win to her.
Why didn't he look happy, then?
"Are you angry with me?" she dared to ask, swallowing around the painfully huge lump that had quite suddenly formed in her throat.
Those long-lashed, bright green eyes focused on her as he turned his head, and in them, Lavender could see a definite spark of displeasure. "Not at ya, no." His accent was thicker than usual. "At the question. Seemed ta want ta hurt us." His gaze returned to the flames and the wand tapped harder on his leg—an unintentional tell as to his aggravation. "Wonder who wrote such a nasty thing."
Lavender considered it. "Malfoy said it was someone who forfeited, but it doesn't sound like something Ginny would write. I don't think Ron would either, but I'm not sure about Pansy or…Blaise."
If she hadn't been looking so intently at his face just then, she would have missed the small tick of his cheek when she said her ex-lover's name.
Her chest tightened up, and that hollow feeling in her stomach expanded. "Do you want to forfeit?" she asked, her tone meeker than she'd expected and wholly uncharacteristic.
What was happening here between them and why?
His eyes narrowed in thought and he shook his head. "No. I think…not yet, no."
What did he know that she didn't?
Something was really bothering him, and she wasn't sure it was all about Zabini now. Was it the game? She'd felt troubled by that last question, too, but was that all there was to it?
Twirling her card around and around in her hands with nervous anxiousness, she wasn't paying good enough attention and accidentally cut her finger on an edge. She hissed in surprise at the sharp bite and pulled her hand away. A thin line of blood welled to the surface. Shaking it made a few droplets splatter. Quickly, she sunk the cut finger into her mouth and sucked.
Seamus was at her side in an instant, pulling her hand from her mouth and applying a kerchief to it and holding it up above the level of her heart. Within a minute, maybe less, the bleeding stopped altogether and she could see the skin knitting on its own just fine. It hadn't been that deep a cut, and the sting was already going away.
"Healer Irish ta th' rescue," he lightly teased, giving her a small smile meant to encourage.
Apparently, whatever mood had taken a hold of him had slightly evaporated the moment she'd been in mild distress. Thank the Founders for that small favor. Her nerves couldn't have taken the odd distance between them much longer.
He kissed her fingertip to ease the hurt and their eyes met as he glanced up, head bent over her covered digit.
In the next instant, she was pressed against the stone wall and his mouth was on hers and… Oh Godric, could this man kiss! He was practically climbing all over her, too, his hands gripping her hips as he slid his huge erection between her legs. His cock really was a monster, and a part of her was a bit worried that when they got down to it at last, it might be like it was the first time. Would it hurt too much when he finally penetrated her? What if it did and she begged him to stop? Would that ruin everything?
When he nibbled the side of her throat, she shivered with renewed need.
In truth, she wasn't sure she'd stop him even if it did hurt this time around. The thought of having every hard, heavy inch of him buried deep within her, filling her with his come had her clit throbbing and her sex clenching. Inside the shadowy corners of her soul, something feminine and greedy stretched awake, tingled with need, reached for that pleasure…
"Will ya go first me, angel?" he whispered against the whorl of her ear and stroked slowly through the seam of her thighs, giving her a good feel for what lay in wait for her if she gave in to his seduction this time. "I need yer naughty lips wrapped 'round me. Say 'yes'."
She nodded, shaking with anticipation. The thought of finally getting him into her mouth...
"Good girl," he purred and pulled away, walking backwards until they stood together before the fireplace.
At his praise, her spine tingled again, as if she'd been the recipient of some sort of low, humming magic that caused her temperature to heat up and her body to start sweating. Hell, her knickers were decidedly damp already from it! It was that brogue of his, she decided. Something about his voice was enough to send a cascade of electricity prickling down her limbs.
Sea conjured a soft, cushioned carpet under their feet, and then guided her down to her knees before him. Unbuttoning his white dress shirt with quick, nimble fingers and shucking it from his shoulders, he stared down at her with dark need.
"Ya know what ta do, Lavender."
She paused in the act of reaching for his trousers, feeling a strange chill suddenly pass through her.
Something felt…off.
Over the years, everyone had teased her about her love for Divination and the prediction arts, but the fact was she was a 'sensitive', or so Trelawney had called her. She'd never actually seen glimpses of the future, not even in déjà vu dreams, but her nose for gossip and stumbling upon an interesting story had always been keen. Parvarti said it was having a strong feminine intuition, but Lavender thought that if that had been true, she'd have known back in fifth year to have made Seamus wait to take her virginity.
Now, though, she couldn't be sure what to call it. A tickle on the back of her brain, warning her that something was wrong? Yes, that seemed an apt description.
Seamus' fingers threading through her long, blonde hair brought her attention back to him.
"Okay, angel?"
As she stared up and into his eyes, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Something about the way he had looked at her a moment ago, how he'd talked to her and pushed her to her knees had felt a bit too desperate, too rushed. Almost a touch…sinister. Maybe the whole Zabini thing had really shaken his confidence and stirred up some serious jealousy?
She sat back on her haunches, hesitant as to go on or not.
Seamus seemed surprised by her withdrawal, and then worried.
"Me darlin', did I scare ya somehow?"
She dropped her eyes to the floor, unsure now if she was overreacting or just allowing her exhaustion to ruin the mood. Her partner seemed completely normal now. Had he been right as rain all along, and it had only been her seeing shadows where they didn't exist? She did have a flair for the dramatics at times, or so her mother had always said...which was ironic, given her mother was quite the Drama Queen, herself.
Still, could that be the case this time? Was she pushing the panic button prematurely, and if so, why?
"I-"
Her throat felt stuck, her face hot.
Maybe she'd imagined the whole thing, maybe she was hiding behind excuses and make-believe fears to put him back at arm's distance. If so, she was blowing this second chance with him, and why? Because she was afraid of potential heartbreak, round two? Yes, there was a very real possibility that could happen, but that wasn't all Seamus could be for her either, and his actions had borne that out during tonight's game. He'd bent his back to her, he'd submitted, he'd even apologized. He'd proven he wasn't all about himself and his pleasure anymore.
These concerns that were holding her back, they were groundless, weren't they? She was letting fear rule her...and Gryffindors didn't cower.
Raising her head, she gave him a tremulous smile. "You did nothing. It's just a bout of nerves."
His concern faded, replaced with a shy amusement that was quite charming. "Ya shaken hands wit' me proud an' happy mate already, yeah? Can't be that scary now."
A giggle erupted before she could check it. Irish euphemisms for the male anatomy were truly brilliant. "No, you're not scary," she admitted and ran her hands lightly up his thighs to his hips, feeling the need to please him rise up once more. Her mouth watered as she took in the bulge under his clothes. "And I really want this."
Want more than this, the thought came unbidden in her mind. More, more, more!
With racing blood and impatient hands, she reached for his belt buckle and unlatched the clasp, pulling it free. Her fingers popped the button on his slacks and brought the zip down. Yanking his trousers and pants down to his ankles, she bared him fully. He was already hard and huge. At eye-level with his cock, it seemed even larger than before, and a more daunting challenge. How was she ever going to take this monster into her mouth? His width would uncomfortably stretch her, and she'd be lucky to get even half of him inside before he hit her throat!
Courage, witch!
Steeling herself, she gently gripped him. Above her, Sea's breath exploded from his chest as he sighed in eagerness. Lifting the heavy, thick weight of his cock in her hand again, she stroked over the silken flesh.
"Ya have me now," he demanded in a husky timber, guiding her head forward. "Go on, love."
Enthusiastically, she did as he wished, allowing him this small measure of control this time. When it was her turn, though, she was going to reassert her needs. A little give and take, switching off Dom/sub positions, wasn't such a bad thing after all.
Parting her lips, she cushioned the engorged head between them, allowing her tongue to tease the sensitive, hot flesh as she gently suckled upon it. Silken flesh stretched over an iron-hard core which throbbed in her hand—was there anything sexier? Her mouth suddenly filled with saliva, and the taste... Sweet and wet, like a juicy candy. The heat of it melted around Seamus' cock, drenching him. He gasped and jerked in response, and an unexpected rush of sweet pre-cum filled her mouth as his body surrendered to her. The taste of him was rich, like a honey-and-salt lolly, and it made her hungry. She ringed the engorged head and lapped slow and easy over the tip, encouraging more.
Another jolt and a second spurt filled her mouth and made her moan in pleasure.
God, he tasted so good!
"In ainm Dé!" he cried as his hips thrust a third time, releasing more of that delicious fluid. "I've never... Ach, it's never done that a'fore!" His heavy Irish lilt made the words hardly recognizable, a sure sign that he was quickly losing all control. "It's you, me angel. Only ya could be me ta me knees so fast like!"
Secretly, Lavender smiled at that, feeling a heady sense of power knowing she was able to fog his mind and make his body react as no other woman had.
The broad crest of his cock pressed more insistently against her lips. She parted them further, let him slip deeper inside, sliding her tongue down the hard, hot flesh as it entered her mouth a slow inch at a time.
He growled and his fingers tightened in her hair with impatience.
She moaned at the candied taste of him as she began gently suckling, giving herself over to the heat building within her. Her lips tightened, her fingers curled over his impressive length and stroked. The warm, velvety skin was slick with their combined need... The satin of her dress teased her hardened nipples as she moved over him, up and back, taking him deeper into the cavern of her throat with each pass. Her thighs felt wobbly, weakened by the powerful need shooting through her as she drank down more of his pre-cum, until it was only his hands in her hair and her desire to taste his final release holding her up.
"Ya need it, too, dontcha me love? Me come fillin' tha' sweet, wicked mouth o' yers."
Face, red-hot and feverish, she could only nod to such a sinful question.
She wanted it bad.
He stroked a knuckle down her cheek as her lips tightened around him. "I'll give it ta ya," he promised in a dark, tender whisper that made her belly quicken and left her aching. "I'll give ya anything ya want, Lavender. I'm all yers." Guiding one of her hands to the heavy twin pouches between his legs, Sea worked with her to bring him quickly over that bright edge. "Take me," he begged her. "Take me ta heaven, me angel."
She took, gripping the full weight of his flesh in a careful hold. He hissed at her touch and his balls pulsed in her palm. "God," he groaned, his throat working as he rose to a fevered pitch of need with only a few small caresses.
His ragged breaths intensified as Lavender drew her lover's cock as deep as she could into her mouth, his permission an erotic license to take him as she'd been dreaming of doing for years. The sheer size of him made a difficult fit, but the desire to have him come apart for her just like this was too ravenous a thing to be denied. She licked over all that expansive flesh, suckled the head, and hummed each time one of those miniature ejaculations shot across her tongue.
She tightened around him again, sucking hard and his prick twitched against her tongue. "Fuck," he whimpered, his hand in her hair holding on so hard, it nearly brought tears to her eyes. His huge thighs started to shake. "I'm gonna come."
As her fingers gently squeezed around his expansive flesh, he pulsed and with a shout, finally released.
The first explosion filled her mouth with all that promised, silken heat...and in that moment, erotic licks of electricity shot up and down her spine. Unexpectedly, she orgasmed, the sensation too intense to hold in or force down. As her sex clenched and flooded with her juices, her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth convulsed, tightening around his member. Sea's release slipped down her throat.
As if he felt the lust rocking through her, Seamus gave a deep moan of pleasure. His hips thrust forward with another blast of semen... She grabbed hold of his arse with both hands and took him in as far as she could, sucking his creamy come down, moaning right along with him. Stars above, he tasted like ambrosia! Each successive jet of his come was a sweet aphrodisiac to her dizzied senses, as addicting as a shot of Amortentia.
As it went on, they were both lost to their shared orgasm. As promised, he filled her mouth, which only made her hungrier for more. His flavour was unlike anything she'd ever known, delectable and compelling, and it hit her belly like an expensive Firewhisky, burning her from the inside-out and making her crave more. Her toes curled under her, her nails dug into the backs of his thighs to hold him in place as she took her fill, took from him as he'd demanded she do.
It was only when he shuddered above her and the explosions tapered off that she felt sated enough to let him go, to allow his softening cock to slide from her mouth. They both sighed as he withdrew, clearly fulfilled.
She'd done it! She'd taken his pleasure, just as he'd wanted, and she'd made it all hers, too. Her knickers were damp with the evidence.
That same, alien 'something' inside her stretched in satisfaction at the thought...
As she swallowed the last of his seed, he fell to his knees before her and took her in his arms. Lavender rested his sweaty brow against her breast and stroked slow trails through his hair with the tips of her nails, crooning softly to him to calm his heart.
The lull was soft and glowing for them both, the familiar crackle of the fire from the replica hearth a soothing sound.
"Ya like when I talk ta ya like tha', dontcha?" he whispered, lifting his tired head and pressing soft kisses across her throat. His mouth tickled her earlobe as his hands slipped up her bare thighs, pushing her dress over her hips. "When I tell ya me dirty an' secret thoughts, an' when I beg ya to obey me."
She shook as he nipped at her flesh with gentle, blunted teeth.
"Yes, I like it."
The confession seemed like a sin, almost. She was supposed to be a strong woman, a Dominant, and yet here she was doing the Switch thing...and letting her lover know he could control her so easily with just a few words.
His fingers slipped between her legs and stroked over the seam of her knickers.
"Mmm, yer so wet from suckin' me cock. Naughty girl. Ye've soaked these."
Her pussy trembled, desperately wet and wanting.
"I feel yer heat, can smell it. It calls ta me. Makes me crazed fer more."
He wiggled out of her embrace and dropped down so his face was buried between her thighs. He inhaled and moaned with longing.
"Lavender..."
His breath was so warm through her thin, silken dress, and it blew past her core, making her shiver with need.
Before she knew it, she was on her back, staring up at the too-white ceiling above and Seamus was working her knickers off her hips. Once the silken cloth passed her ankles, a gasp parted her lips as his hand delved between her thighs, seeking the moist heat between them. He cupped it, and then two fingers thrust deep into the wet clasp of her body. "Mine," he growled, as he lowered his head to lick through her sensitive, swollen folds.
Like a cat lapping cream, his tongue teased the tiny, engorged flesh at the top of her slit, sending fireworks blazing through her nerve endings. She writhed against him and parted her thighs further, opening up for him and offering him everything. "Please!" she begged, aching her back and lifting to him. "Please, Sea. I need more!"
With an animalistic snarl, he withdrew his fingers from her depths and gripped her waist in a tight hold that ensured she couldn't move. Then, he dove back in with his tongue.
Each heated stroke of his hand and his mouth sent flares of pleasure tearing through her body, making her shake and sweat.
When her sex swelled again and the rush consumed her, she drug her nails into his skull and held on, trembling from head to toe.
He climbed up her body and held her to his great, barreling chest in silence after that, and at first Lavender thought he was back to brooding. Then, he shifted a bit and let out a light snore. Covering a giggle with her hand, she tried to remain quiet, allowing him this brief rest. He'd come a few times during this game already, and although she'd gotten a cat nap last round, she knew he hadn't. Plus, it was somewhere around three in the morning now. Poor sweetheart must be exhausted.
Looking up into his face, she saw the lines of strain about his eyes and wondered what they might be caused by. Was it because of her? Or was there something else bothering him? Why had he withdrawn from her earlier this round?
Very gently, she laid her head upon his chest and listened to his strong heartbeat and let it lull her into that dreamy state between waking and full rest, refusing to let her inner worries ruin this moment of perfect peace. She let it be, enjoying being held, finding that she liked the way they fit so perfectly together.
Fifteen minutes later, his hand stroked down her arm, and she opened her eyes to full wakefulness. "Don't move yet," he requested, running light fingers down her side, stroking past her nipple on the way back up, over her throat and across her shoulder. "I'm likin' the feel o' ya against me like this."
Yes, she could tell that by the semi-hard length pressing into her belly.
"I've got the taste o' ya still in me mouth," he hummed in satisfaction. "Jimmie, but I love the favor o' yer cunnie." Bending his head and pressing his lips to her ear, he smiled. "I'm gonna fuck ya soon, angel. Verra soon." It was a dark, whispered promise, given right as he pinched her nipple with just the right pressure.
Lavender gasped and he captured her lips with his own, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and sharing the lingering flavour of her salty, musky release.
The chimes picked that inopportune moment to ring out.
With a sigh of disappointment, Seamus let her go, and they scooted off the bed to collect their clothing and redress. When they were both decent enough to go out to see the others again, he grabbed her about the waist to prevent her from leaving right away. "Ask me a quick question, sweet lass," he murmured softly against her cheek. "I promised ya one each round."
Lavender bit her lip, unsure if she should bring up the question she really wanted to know – specifically, why he'd been moody earlier. Instead, she took what seemed to be a 'safe route' and asked what she believed to be a relatively benign question.
"What are your plans for after graduation?"
Seamus tensed up, which made things inside her go on high alert.
"I'm…gonna have ta go back home…ta Ireland," he hesitantly admitted. "Jus' fer th' summer. There are family things I have ta take care of there. Responsibilities me mam is takin' care o' fer me this year. I need ta make...arrangements with her and me gram."
His accent had gone very thick, and she knew this issue was distressing to him. Were his parents and family unwell? Was there some financial or medical reason he needed to be back there with them? And what did his leaving England where she lived mean for their new relationship?
Seamus sighed. "I'll explain it all ta ya soon, me love. Trust me, yeah? The second chime's gonna ring in a minute, though. We should go."
Lavender let him rush her to the door.
"But you didn't ask me your question," she realized.
Her lover paused with his hand on the door knob and looked not at her, but at the wooden frame in front of him with something akin to resignation in his eyes. "Will ya promise ta listen ta me story about why I need ta go home this summer, when it's time ta explain?"
Whatever he had to tell her, she somehow knew was going to be big, and quite possibly bad, too. She wondered if this was what had been burdening him earlier. Honestly, it frightened her a little. Was it bad enough to make her hate him again?
Can you really trust him?
Summoning her Gryffindor courage, she gave him honesty. "I can try, Sea."
He nodded, his expression carefully guarded. "That's all I can ask of ya."
Turning the knob, he opened the door for them just as the second chime rang out. For the first time in the game, they were the last couple to make it back into the main room.
TO BE CONTINUED…
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Musical Selection for this Chapter: "Radar" by Britney Spears. Lyrics are as follows…
Confidence is a must.
Happiness is a plus.
Edginess is a rush.
Edges, I like them rough.
A man with a Midas touch.
Intoxicate me, I'm a rush.
Stop, you're making me blush.
People are looking at us.
I don't think you know, know…
I'm checking you so hot, so hot.
Wonder if he knows, he's on my radar.
On my radar, on my radar, on my radar.
And if I notice you, I know it's you.
Choosing, don't wanna losing you.
On my radar, on my radar.
On my radar, on my radar.
And when you walk (When you walk),
And when you talk (When you talk),
I get the tingle…
I wanna mingle…
That's what I want (That's what I want).
And listen baby, turn up the fader.
Trying to make you understand…
You're on my radar, on my radar.
On my radar, on my radar, on my radar.
Got you on my radar.
Got you on my radar.
Got you on my radar.
Interesting sense of style.
Ten million dollar smile.
Think I can handle that.
Animal in the sack.
His eyes see right to my soul…
I saw and lose self-control.
Catch me looking again.
Falling right into my plan.
I don't think you know, know…
I'm checking you so hot, so hot.
Wonder if he knows, he's on my radar.
On my radar, on my radar, on my radar.
And if I notice you, I know it's you.
Choosing, don't wanna losing you.
On my radar, on my radar.
On my radar, on my radar.
And when you walk (When you walk),
And when you talk (When you talk),
I get the tingle…
I wanna mingle…
That's what I want (That's what I want).
And listen baby, turn up the fader.
Trying to make you understand…
You're on my radar, on my radar.
On my radar, on my radar, on my radar.
Got you on my radar.
Got you on my radar.
Got you on my radar.
On my radar.
Got you on my radar.
Got you on my radar.
Got you on my radar.
I got my eye on you,
And I can't let you get away.
Hey baby, whether it's now or later…
I've got you.
You can't shake me,
'Cause I got you on my radar.
Whether you like it or not, it ain't gonna stop,
'Cause I got you on my radar (I got you).
'Cause I got you on my radar.
I'm checking you so hot, so hot.
Wonder if he knows, he's on my radar.
On my radar, on my radar, on my radar.
And if I notice you, I know it's you.
Choosing, don't wanna losing you.
On my radar, on my radar.
On my radar, on my radar.
And when you walk (When you walk),
And when you talk (When you talk),
I get the tingle…
I wanna mingle…
That's what I want (That's what I want).
And listen baby, turn up the fader.
Trying to make you understand…
You're on my radar, on my radar.
On my radar, on my radar, on my radar.
On my radar.
Got you on my radar.
Got you on my radar.
Got you on my radar.