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CHAPTER EIGHT (#6): Seamus & Lavender

Seamus watched as Lavender stomped through the door to their private room, her anger like a wave of heat trailing behind her. She was going to yell at him the second the door locked behind them. He could just feel it.

Wand in one hand, Deeds card tucked into his back pocket, he followed his partner, holding back his own hot emotions and girding himself up for the fight to come.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, she turned on him, throwing her card down on the floor without reading it.

"How dare you! You embarrassed me!"

He gave her a flat stare, feeling that same, odd darkness hovering around the edges of his vision that he'd been sensing for the last two rounds. He fought it off, not liking its influence on his mood. "I told ya already, Lavender: I'll not be havin' ya sniffin' after Zabini."

Her frown deepened. "First of all, don't be disgusting. I'm not 'sniffing after' Blaise. I can't help it if I notice things about people. And for your information, I wasn't looking at just him. I spotted the love bites on Ginny's neck, too. Second, you have no rights to lord over me. Who do you think you are? You don't own me, Finnigan. I can look at whomever I wish, whenever I want, and gossip about it later if I choose. It's not your business."

Seamus' temper was getting the best of him. He could feel the jealousy burning in his guts, and roiling around in his head every time his woman so much as mentioned the Italian's name. "Blaise Zabini is off-limits," he snarled, stepping towards her and pointed an emphatic finger in her face. "No more thinkin' about him, or even talkin' about him. He's me line in th' sand, witch!"

Her face had gone white in the face of his fury, and her eyes grew wide in shock. She gaped at him, taken aback by his vehement outburst.

"What is wrong with you?" she whispered, her voice filled with nervous apprehension. "You've been acting strange for the last few rounds, and now…" She took several steps back, teetering on her heels, and brought her arms up to wrap around her middle in a protective gesture. "Sea, what's going on? This… I've never seen you act this way before. I don't even know who you are right now!"

Oh, he knew what was wrong with him. He'd finally figured it out during this last question round, when he'd felt the jealousy scalding through his guts at the moment Lavender's gaze had latched on to her former Slytherin lover. Seamus' possessive instincts had screamed at him to push her down and fuck her into the couch, so she'd know to whom she belonged. Along for that irrational ride came the memory of her honey flavour on his tongue. His saliva had flooded his mouth as he recalled the taste, he'd gotten an instant hard-on… and the last piece of the puzzle clicked into place in his head.

His Gram and his Mam had both cautioned him when he'd gone through puberty at the age of fourteen to tamp down the worst of his inherited compulsions, lest they begin to exert control over him – or worse, come to dominate his will, enslaving him until he behaved little better than a fiend. Until tonight, he hadn't really thought their warnings completely credible, though. After all, it wasn't as if he was full-blooded 'other' like his Gram, and the only traits he'd seemed to receive from that side of the family had been his more pleasurable cravings.

But shite, he was definitely considering their words of advice now – and with all seriousness.

"Is tha' yer question fer me this round? Yer freebie ta put ta me any one thang ya want an answer ta?" he asked.

Lavender's hands ran up and down her arms, as if to warm them. "Yes. I want to know what's wrong with you – what's caused you to be so up and down over the last few rounds, and to blow up like this. Your emotions are… well, it's like what Trelawney says: feelings have energy. And right now, your anger is shocking my nerves, like miniature Stinging Hexes or something."

Seamus took a deep breath, filling his lungs to the brim, and let it out in a slow exhale, seeking to calm his anxiety. He filed his resentment and his wrath away, and put the situation in its proper perspective.

From the time of his first wet dream, the hypersexuality imparted by his unique blood lineage had merely seemed a fun gift – one he'd taken full advantage of with loads of women over the past four years. His Mam had warned him that one day when his heart had finally settled on a female, he'd discover that perk a double-edged sword, however, as the jealousy and possessiveness common in her heritage would go hand-in-hand with the level of his desire for his lover.

Now, Seamus understood what his mother's warnings meant. His feelings for Lavender had built slowly, and grown powerful enough over the years to elicit a reaction the likes of which he'd never felt for any other female, not even Madeline Fletcher that one time…

It was time to tell Lavender his family's secret. Holding it back was only going to continue the misunderstandings between them, and his feelings had reached a point where she needed to comprehend what he was going through. No more stalling. He'd promised them both complete honesty, and he meant to keep that vow, even if it should bite him in the arse later.

He indicated that his lovely, blonde partner should sit on the bed and get comfortable. Looking over her shoulder at where he pointed, she hesitated though, clearly not on-board with that plan.

"If ya want yer answer, I've got ta confess the whole thang ta ya, love, and it's quite a tale. Ya'll not be wantin' ta stand in heels fer that long, I'm thinkin'," he explained, his tone and demeanor much calmer now that he'd decided on a course of action. That wasn't to say he wasn't a tad nervous at the prospect of spilling his guts, however. A tick had formed in his left cheek over the last few minutes, and it was hell to get it to relax.

Although the fear was gone from her face, the mistrust was back in Lavender's eyes. She sat down anyway and waited for his next move.

Seamus ran a hand up and over his face, and through his hair, mussing it. Where to start?

"Angel, ya know how some families have secrets in their past tha' they don't want the world knowing, so they keep 'em tight ta their chests 'til there's cause ta be tellin' 'em? Like… like Ron's sister-in-law, the witch who's part-Veela? Tha' sort of secret, ya know?"

His partner's lips tightened and she sat up straighter, giving a single nod.

"Well, th' Finnigan's have kinda got one of them, too," he admitted. His face cringed, as he dropped the truth between them like a ton of bricks. "It's me Gram on me Mam's side. She's… not like us. She's one o' the Na Síogaí."

One quizzical golden eyebrow lifted. "And that is…?" she asked the leading question, obviously not comprehending Irish Gaelic nor having knowledge of the legends of his homeland to recognize the term. Being English, she hadn't been raised with the same superstitions and legends as he had in Ireland, so Seamus didn't take offence. He'd be surprised in fact, if any of his classmates actually recognized the term.

Summoning a stool behind him, he hopped onto it, consigning himself to a long discussion. "Er… one o' the fairy folk. A nymph o' the Meliai tribe, ta be exact."

She blinked, not understanding the connection.

"Tha' makes me a quarter Fae."

Lavender's eyes went round and her pink mouth parted in astonishment as she finally understood what he was getting at.

"And, well, sex and sweets are ta th' Fae an addiction, yeah? Like… well, like Wormwood ta a potions addict. It's the nature o' th' Fae ta want th' rush o' blood tha' orgasm an' consumin' large quantities o' sugar gives." He summoned a Sugar Quill with a thought and twirled it around between his fingers. "I… kinda… inherited tha' part o' their charm once I hit puberty – both fer sweets and sex."

His partner looked skeptical. "Are you seriously telling me that's your excuse for getting around as much as you have: 'the sex is in your blood,' like some kind of Veela?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling sheepish. "Well, yeah, I'm kinda a sex addict. I'll rightly admit ta it. And yeah, it's a lot ta do wit' me blood. If ya'd remember yer D.A.D.A. classes, angel, ya'd know tha' the Fae are distant cousins ta th' Veela, but no th' same thang. Their magic is different."

His partner's eyes narrowed and grew distant, and he knew she was trying to recall the details they'd learned over the years regarding the various Magical Beings that shared the world with wizards and witches. "I already knew that the Fae used their magic to craft Nature to their needs. But Veela… what did Lupin say? They concentrate their magic on sexuality and beauty to attract mates, feeding off of the energy from them to survive."

Seamus nodded. "Yeah, pure-blood Veela are really ugly under the façade – they look like Harpies when they get angry, dontcha know. Tha's their real selves under the glamour. Their magic gives 'em beauty so they can attract others ta them. The Na Síogaí are already beautiful, though, so they use their magic ta make their surrounding's attractive ta mates. And they actually consume food ta survive instead o' siphonin' energy offa others." He licked the lolli in his hand, craving the sweet taste of it just in looking at it. "Me Gram's tribe, the Meliai – they're o' th' woodland nymphs, and they prefer ta eat honey o'er anythang else in the world. They're right mad fer it, in fact." He twirled the Quill around between his fingers, and the golden colour of it shimmered in the magical firelight from the hearth nearby. "Me, I'll jus' take sugar anyway I can get it."

An uncomfortable silence stretched between them for a good long minute before Lavender finally cleared her throat. "So… what does this have to do with your moodiness over the last few rounds?"

Embarrassment flooded his cheeks. He tugged at his shirt's collar, and unfastened the top two buttons to let in some air. "So, um, ya know tha' me feeling's fer ya were strong a'fore th' game, yeah?" She nodded. "Well, th' more I touch ya now, the stronger they're gettin'. I'm startin' ta become as obsessed wit' ya as I am fer this" –he held up the Sugar Quill- "only wit' ya, there's feeling's tha' come along fer the ride, too. The legend says it's the curse o' being one o' the fairy folk tha' they bond ta others wit' frequent touch, and if there's sex involved in th' touchin', it makes th' connection e'en stronger. Three times spillin' me seed inta a woman's womb, an' I'm hers - she'll own me heart forever. Tha's what me Gram warned me anyway, when I was jus' fourteen and come inta me own as a man. I was ne'er quite sure if she was tellin' the whole truth, or jus' tryin' ta keep me from being a randy bastard, but I hedged me bets anyway o'er th' years. Tha's why I've never slept wit' th' same women more 'n twice."

Brown glanced down at her feet, wiggling her toes. Her arms had dropped from around her, and were now lying in her lap. Her hands were twisting the satin sheets in a tight grip that whitened her knuckles. "So, you're saying that touching me is bonding you to me? Did you know this would happen?"

Ach, now there was a question that could get him into big trouble. However, he had no choice but to answer it, since he'd promised her honesty. "I suspected, angel, but no, I dinna know fer absolute certain until just a few minutes ago, when we had our fight out yonder, in th' main room. I've ne'er felt this particular way fer any other woman. An' as I said, I always thought me Gram might be pullin' me leg a bit."

She bit her lower lip, and looked as if she had more to ask. He patiently waited her out.

"We've had sex once already," she reminded him. "Are you saying that if we do it two more times, then…?"

He sucked on the lolli for a bit before answering the question they both already knew the answer to. "I'll be yers, 'til th' end. At least, me heart tells me so."

She stared at him as if she was struggling to believe what he was saying. "And you're sure that this – you being part-Fae - is the reason why you're so jealous about me and Blaise?"

"Don't," he growled, pulling the Sugar Quill out of his mouth and sitting up straighter. "Don't refer ta the two o' ya again, angel. It's… makin' me crazed thinkin' o' tha' man touchin' ya! It's bad enough I know ya was with me mate, Ron. It scunders me ta accept even tha' much."

"But you didn't seem to mind before!" she protested. "We even talked about it!"

He adamantly shook his head. "Tha' was a'fore I tasted yer sweet cunnie and addicted meself ta ya. Now…" A rumbling sound emitted from his throat, and he felt a flush of heat run through his system. "Yer mine."

Her face went absolutely blank for a moment, and then she abruptly stood up.

"Right."

She headed for the door.

Seamus dropped everything in his hands, was off the stool, and caught her up in his arms from behind before he even realized he'd moved. Her whole body shuddered upon the contact, as if he'd hit her with some sort of magic spell that had her nerves twitching.

"Where do ya think yer goin', love?"

"This is insane," she explained, trembling in his embrace. "Let me go, Finnigan."

He pressed his mouth to her ear, panting with both anxiety and frustration, his cock hard just from being this close to her. "I've no made any o' this up, Lavender! It's all true. I swear it on me honour."

Lavender swallowed and it was a heavy, wet sound. "I believe you, Sea. That's not why I'm forfeiting. I'm leaving because I'm afraid for you and for what this means for us. If we continue in this game, we're going to have sex today, and you know it." Her head dipped downward, and a curtain of her long, blonde hair fell forward. "I don't want some freaky magic playing with our feelings for each other. I mean, you're talking about tying yourself to me for life! Doesn't that frighten you in the least?"

He took a few seconds to think about it. "No. You'd think it would, but…" He shrugged. It didn't bother him at all, actually. In fact, it almost felt fated or something. He'd been after this witch since he first began thinking of women in a sexual manner, and over the years since, he'd never really stopped wanting her. Something about her called to him.

She stiffened and slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, brushing back her hair. "You say that now, but you're only eighteen-"

"Nineteen in October," he reminded her.

"Besides, we just started up this relationship again, and I'm not sure I'm ready for that kind of a… a permanent commitment right now, either," she admitted, sounding sensible despite her obvious panic. "I've only just turned eighteen, and… and… I have plans for my life after Hogwarts."

She was going to leave him. He could feel it deep in his bones. The thought of being parted from her again after having just reconnected ratcheted his emotions up by notches. "We can talk about this, angel," he quickly countered. "Come back ta th' bed – I'll make it a couch, yeah? We can sit and jus' talk. We don't have ta touch. Please."

Her body gave another long shudder against him as his fingers caressed down her arms. "Godric, what are you doing to me?" she gasped. "It feels like my entire body is wracked with tiny electric shocks! Why does this keep happening?"

Confused by her statement, Seamus slowly turned her in his arms to face him. "Wha' do ya mean by 'keep happenin''?" he asked, tilting her chin up with two fingers so she would meet his gaze. "How long have ya been feelin' like this?"

Lavender stepped back and wrapped her arms around her middle again, her shaking tapering off the moment his fingers left off their contact with her. "Every time you've touched me since… well, that night two years ago. I didn't feel it until after you'd left. And that day in Charms class this week, when you ran your finger down my back – it happened then, too. Whenever you touch me, tingles shoot up and down my spine. It's gotten more and more powerful as the game has gone on tonight, though."

He frowned over that. "Does it hurt?"

His partner shook her head, and a blush bloomed across her cheeks. "Actually, it's very arousing."

Seamus' mood shifted just like that. His eyes dropped to her belly, and then crept lower. "Really? Are ya wet fer me, just from me touch?" he whispered, feeling a shot of lust in his groin at the idea. The idea of her honey-sweet pussy juice flowing across her denuded folds had him salivating.

His witch's eyes dropped to his obvious arousal, and she unconsciously licked her lips. "Yes."

A decision hovered on the tip of his tongue. Should he? Shouldn't he?

Ach, to balls with it!

"Do ya want ta know what me card allowed this round, Lavender?" he asked, a suggestive pitch to his voice. Silently, he willed her to take the bait, hoping, praying…

As if pulled by an invisible tether towards him, she moved to close the gap that she'd earlier put between them. "I probably shouldn't, but tell me."

He lifted his heated gaze to hers, seeing her eyes flare wide with a matching passion, and recalled the text of his card for her:

DEED: Fuck your partner. Come if you both want.

Her smooth, pink tongue peeked out and swept across her top lip again. "Wanna know mine?"

He gave a slow nod.

She told him:

DEED: Caress every inch of your partner's naked body on the outside.

His mouth turned up at the corners. "Ya can do yers while we do mine," he offered, throwing her his best, most sinful smile.

Lavender's lovely indigo-coloured gaze was glazed with need, and troubled by doubt. "It'll be twice if we-"

He reached out and cupped her cheek. "I know. But we can do this without fear o' forever bindin' me ta ya yet. 'Sides, if I pull out and don't release inside ya, then we can buy e'en more time fer us ta decide if this love is wha' we want fer th' long-haul." He curled her into his body with his other arm, pulling them together, and dropped his forehead to hers. "Let me give ya this, me love. Let me make up fer our first time now tha' I know what ta do, and how ta love ya like ya deserve. There's nothing in this world I want more, sweet angel, than ta see ya come under me, while I'm inside ya – ta know I made it good fer ya."

"You'll pull out?" she asked in a nervous whisper.

He hated the idea, personally. A part of him wanted nothing more than to orgasm inside of her over and over until they were both bound up so tightly together that there would be no question of either of them walking away, but Seamus also realized that those feelings were partially driven by the Fae instinct to bond. He'd always wanted this woman, yes, but the irrational need to claim her right now was being forced upon him as well. It would be better for them to just enjoy the sex, experiencing what they could from it given their limitations, and through their intimacy, slowly bring her to the realization that they could work long-term. He wanted her love to be given over to him honestly, not rushed.

"I promise not to spill me seed inta ya if we have sex right now," he vowed, stroking over her neck and shoulder with a light touch. "I want ta give ya the time ya need to know me in every way, so ya can decide upon us naturally."

"Can I be on top?" she requested.

He pressed a small kiss to her mouth. "Absolutely, angel. An' I'll warn ya before I come."

Her shaky breath was warm against his cheek as she quickly exhaled. "I know I want you. I have for what seems forever, Sea. I'm just… I'll admit that I'm scared." Her hands slid up his chest, and her fingernails kneaded into his pectorals with a light grip. "But, as long as you're sure that it's safe to do this, I want to have you again."

That was all he needed to hear.

Burrowing his fingers in her hair, he gripped the golden strands and tugged her head back, positioning her mouth at the perfect angle. Dropping his head, his lips covered hers and he stole her breath. She tasted like everything sweet he'd ever craved, and that magical hold upon his heart tightened as he feasted upon her wet, lush kisses.

Making quick work of her halter, he had her dress fluttering to the ground with a few well-placed yanks. Her bra followed in a rush, exposing her taut, ripe nipples for his mouth's delight. Leaning forward, he licked the tip of first one, then the other. Curling his tongue around the dusky-pink bud, he suckled with gentle pressure.

Lavender shuddered in his arms and cried out his name in a demand for more. "No worries, sweet lass. I'll take care o' ya," he promised, gathering her up and walking them towards the bed. His mouth returned to its nursing as he laid her back into the soft mattress.

Writhing against the hard line of his body as it covered hers, his witch arched and cried out as he nipped and bit at one nipple, while he plucked at the other with his hand. When he'd reddened them both with his teeth, tongue, and the suction of his lips, he raised his head to her throat, and carved a path over it with the same intensity. Her nails raked across his skull, and her fingers tangled up in his hair and pulled him in closer as he sucked hard over her pulse, leaving behind a love bite. He continued to tease her nipples all the while.

"Are ya achin' yet, me love?" he teased, raising his mouth to her ear and licking over the lobe as he pinched her nips. Her reaction was to moan and grind her pelvis up into his with force. "Tha's me girl, Lavender. Love what I do ta ya, sweet angel. Love it all."

He drove his mouth over hers with a fiery passion, sliding his hands down her waist to grip the edges of her panties. These were coming off. Right. Now.

As he lowered his body to pull her knickers from her, his lips marked a lazy, wet downward path. When he came upon them, he kissed and traced the delicate bones of her collar, and the undersides of her breasts. Descending further, he licked circular patterns over her abdomen, and rimmed her bellybutton, surprised to note that she tasted sweet even there. As he settled further down her body, reaching the trim of dark gold curls at the top of her cunnie, he let his tongue play in the soft thatch. Sliding her lacy-satiny lingerie from her ankles at last, he brushed across the fleshy, wet knot of sensitive skin at the top of her seam with a full stroke of his tongue.

Lavender practically came off the bed, giving a keening wail of delight.

"So good, Sea! Oh, gods, you're so good at this! You make me die for more," she panted, grabbing hold of the sheets and twisting hard against them. "Don't stop, please!"

He watched up the length of her golden body as he drew the little nub into his mouth and suckled upon it. At the same time, his fingers pierced her from below, thrusting hard into the luscious depths of her soaking quim. He moaned as the feel and smell and taste of her desire swirled all around him. His lover was honey-sweet - like she'd been made just for him and his bloody Fae cravings. Another groan rumbled from his chest as he pumped his fingers in and out, lapping downwards to collect the creamy nectar that came from deep within her body.

Gods, he could eat this girl's pussy forever!

She was close. He could feel the constriction around his fingers, heard her whimpering pleas to go faster and suck harder. He eased off instead, prolonging her burning edge for when his cock was deep within her and he could feel her squeeze around his shaft. He wasn't sure she'd have it in her to orgasm again tonight, as he could feel her exhaustion. This game had taken it out of them, and they'd only been at it for a little more than nine hours.

Withdrawing his fingers and his lips from her delicious folds, he stood up and began removing his clothing.

Lavender didn't seem upset that he'd reset her impending climax as she sat up on her elbows and watched him, legs spread wantonly open. "You want to leave my heels on then?" she asked, giving him a naughty smile.

He'd forgotten all about them, honestly. As he shucked his shirt from his shoulders and tossed it to the ground, he let his gaze wander to her shoes. The heels were sexy, yeah, but she had such lovely, graceful feet. He wanted her completely nude this first time; only her jewelry would remain touching her skin. He bent and undid the pearl buttons around the clasp, and she leaned up to remove them and throw them off the edge of the bed.

"Your turn," she purred, the hunger in her gaze nearly burning him up.

He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped, and then pulled his slacks and his pants off together. His shoes and socks followed. Fully naked, he regained his height and gripped his cock in his palm. The thing was so hot and hard that it was throbbing. Beneath, his sac tightened with anticipation.

Two years. He'd waited two, long years for them to get back here - to be with the girl he'd always fancied.

She shifted closer to the centre of the bed and lay back, as he crawled up her body. Lying half on her, half on the bed, he supported his weight on an elbow and touched her cheek with the other. Their lips met, and with every pull of their soft flesh, he whispered in his heart, "I love you."

Wrapping an arm about her, he rolled them so she lay atop him. "Take me, Lavender," he bid, caressing circles along her hips. "Take me an' love me as ya will."

Shifting, she straddled his thighs and raised her gorgeous body above him. With hands shaking in eagerness, she stroked his shaft, slicking him up with the pre-come that flowed from the tip. Seamus remained passive, wanting to give her all the power this time around, needing to show her how much she meant to him by letting her have him the way she wanted.

When she was ready, she held him up with one hand and spread herself open above his considerable-sized crest. Tucking him in against her tiny hole – gods, don't let him hurt her this time! – she began working her way down his length.

Her soft, damp tissues parted with some resistance, and he knew a moment of panic when she stopped and gave a small whimper. "Put yer hands on me chest and go slow," he directed, knowing now from experience how to work a woman through this part of it. "Look at me, love. Let me see yer beautiful eyes as ya sink yer sweet, wet pussy down my hard, desperate cock."

Her lids flew wide over his explicit description, and her cheeks burned hotter. She slid a bit more down onto him, her insides relaxing to take him in. Even then, it was fucking killing him how tight she was!

He kept talking to her, wanting to soothe and empower her so their joining could be pleasurable, rather than tense. "Do ya know how bad I've wanted ya, Lavender?" he crooned, reaching up to fondle her high, soft breasts. "Fer years, me sweet girl, I've wanted ya ta fuck me good – ta own me as only ya can. Do ya want tha', love? Ta own me – to have me at yer will?"

A slow realization dawned on her face then, as she finally grasped just how much control over him she actually had. A wicked, feminine smile spread across her pretty, pixie-like features. She dropped a bit more on him.

Fuck, she felt so good! The inner muscles of her cunt spasmed around the head of his cock, sucking at him like a pair of moist lips, drawing him in one torturous inch at a time. Sweat was beginning to form on his brow as he battled against the darker, male need to thrust upwards in one powerful surge and fill her - dominate her. But it was a hard fight. The man he was and the Fae hidden within were both in agreement that they wanted her, not just for tonight, but always. They wanted to bond her to him just as surely as he was bonding to her.

"Oooh," Lavender cooed in pleasure as he parted another inch of her silken tissue, her lashes fluttering over her cheeks. "You feel so good, my Sea."

He massaged her breasts, playing with the nipples, keeping her aroused. "Come down on me," he whispered, desperate for them to be one. "Take all o' me."

With an exhalation of breath, she relaxed and slid down several inches, and the snug grip of her pussy held him so tight he nearly lost his mind to the pleasure.

"Deeper," he pleaded, thrusting his head back into the mattress and arching his hips for more. "Take me deeper, love."

Stroking, white-hot lashes of pleasure shot up and down his length as he sunk into her, until the head of him touched the very back of her. He looked down where they were joined. She was sitting completely down on him. She'd taken him all in – every inch.

A heavy, rushing breath left his lungs.

They fit together perfectly.

He stared up at her, blown away by this first, melting at the thought that it had been with her, his Lavender. "Okay, sweet angel?" he asked, concerned by the tiny furrow in her brow and that she was biting her bottom lip.

She nodded. "You're pressed right up against me, though. I've never felt that before. It's… a little painful."

He gripped her hips and guided her up a bit, feeling a bead of sweat roll down the side of his temple. "Lean forward a bit," he urged, and she did as he asked, bracing her hands on his pecs. "Better angle fer ya now?" She nodded. "Good." He reached up and caressed her cheek. "Now fuck me, Lavender. Fuck me like ya want. Make me yers."

Staring into her blue eyes, Seamus felt like he was falling into her very soul. She looked at him as if she was slightly in awe; as if she couldn't believe they were here, doing this again, only better this time around. He knew the feeling.

Her slick, wet pussy clenched around him as she withdrew several inches, before sliding back down over him. Her pace moved slowly at first, as she adjusted to his width and length, and as she worked out a rhythm that was best for them. It was pure torment for him, for he wanted his Lavender to ride him to glory, all lusty and wild. He wouldn't push his agenda, though, for this was her time. He'd had it his way, sort-of, their first time. Now, she would take him as she wanted.

His gaze was drawn once more to where her hips pumped over him, and fire blazed through his veins as he watched his glistening shaft sink back into her on the down stroke. "Beautiful pussy," he murmured, smoothing his palms up her thighs. "Such a beautiful, sweet pussy ya have, me angel. It's gorgeous the way it wraps around me cock and takes me in." Her pace quickened and her cheeks flushed a brilliant red. "Tha's it, me love. Let go. Be wild wit' me, if ya want."

"Fuck me back," she panted, a hungry look in her eye. She licked her lips again. "Fuck me, my Irish."

He closed his eyes, so very tempted. So far, he'd only moved his hips just a bit, not wanting to tempt fate. If he really got into it, it would be hard to pull out of her in time. He didn't want to risk it, so he shook his head. "This… is all yer time, Lavender. Ya take me."

Her nails dug into the skin on his chest, causing him to blink up at her in surprise.

"I need you, Finnigan," she growled, but her irritation was quickly given over to pleading. "I need you to share this with me. I need to feel you want me back." She thrust down upon him and stopped, her breath coming in hard exhalations. "Please, Seamus. Be with me in this."

He reached for her to draw her mouth down to his, cupping the back of her head. "I'm wit' ya, love, but I've got ta be careful not ta lose meself in th' pleasure. We agreed I'd pull out."

Her lids fluttered again as he kissed her.

"Be on top," she whispered. "I want you in the position you told me about a few rounds ago." She looked through her long lashes at him. "I want you to take me back."

He knew what it cost her to say that. Lavender had made it clear that she liked to be dominant in bed, and he knew it was her way of protecting her heart. That she would offer to make herself vulnerable, to share in the pleasure rather than making it one way as he'd intended… "I promise not ta come in ya," he restated the vow, rolling them so she was on her back. "I'll give ya what ya ask, but I'll be careful, too."

Her fingertips ran over his cheek and jaw. "I trust you, my Sea."

I love you, he thought again as he captured her lips and resituated his body so that he was kneeling between her legs. Still embedded within her tight, wet cunnie, he wrapped his arms under her thighs and lifted them into the cradle of his elbows, sinking deeper within her as he straightened up.

"Ach, gods, so bloody good!" he cursed, feeling the sweat now rolling down the nape of his neck. This was his favourite angle, and it let him see everything so perfectly… He circled his hips, withdrew, thrust forward a bit, gauging the proper depth so as not to bang about the back of her channel, and then when he was ready, he threw her a playful grin. "Fast or slow, Lady Mistress of me Heart?"

"Somewhere in between, and deep, full strokes," she commanded, and gripped the sheets between her fingers again, preparing for a good pounding.

"As ya wish, me love."

He gave her exactly what she asked for, watching as his honey-coated dick withdrew and slammed back into her swollen, sodden pussy at just the right pressure and speed to make her smile bloom across her face and her lusty cries reach the ceiling far above their heads. She screamed the word, "yes!" like it was her own private mantra.

With beads of sweat pouring down his back, his chest, and his forehead, he fucked Lavender as they both wanted, loving the pulsing, sucking hold she had on his cock, and the way her breasts bounced with each driving surge forward, and how red her tiny clit had become. He loved the expression on her face – ultimate pleasure, supreme freedom. He loved her cries for more, and for him to go deeper. Sinking into her now with every inch, Seamus' heart nearly exploded with happiness.

This was everything he'd ever wanted, two years in the making. This was what he wished he'd been able to give her their first time.

By changing the angle and putting one leg up on his shoulder, he freed his hand to play with her clit. He rubbed the little button in circles, and her thighs began shaking, her pelvis tightening up. "Come, Lavender," he coaxed. "Come as I fuck ya ta Heaven, angel."

She threw her head back and began wailing, her back arching even higher as her orgasm teetered on the edge. With a final slam into her, her wave crashed, and she screamed his name around racing shudders that shook her whole body. A rush of warm, liquid heat enveloped his cock, and her muscles rippled, milking him. Seamus bit the inside of his mouth to hold back the tide of his own climax, feeling hers pull upon him. The need to come inside her was so hard to fight off.

He pulled back, thrust, and did it again… and again. He fucked into her three more times before a violent, fiery storm of sensation shot through his bollocks and tightened his abs. Quickly, he pulled out of her, just in time for the first release of his seed to splash against the dewy folds. Gasping and moaning, he jerked his hand over his length several times, and each draw ended in another explosion of white, sticky come across her.

Breathing and thinking were practically impossible as his tired, sated body quaked in the aftermath. It took all his discipline to remember to put her legs down with care, rather than simply dropping his exhausted arms, and for him to kneel above her, resting on all fours, rather than collapsing atop her and crushing her with his weight.

"I love ya," he muttered between pants of air, "so much, me angel. More 'n anythan' on Earth. So good. Tha' was so fucking good." Prying his eyes open, he looked down at her. "Did ya like it? Was it good fer ya, too? Did it make up fer me lousy performance th' first time we done this?"

Lavender's gaze was swimming with exultant tears, and her smile told him she was more than satisfied with his attention this time around. A light sheen of sweat covered her skin; she was hot to the touch when she reached up to wrap her arms about his neck. "Finnigan, I could die happy right now," she told him around a giddy laugh. "I've never felt anything so wonderful in all my life."

His heart did this little catch thing in his chest and he lay alongside her, cradling her close within his embrace. Exhaustion pulled at him; he knew he wasn't going to be able to fight it off. Still, he tried, wanting to make sure his woman felt well cared for and loved. He willed a soft blanket to cover them, and pillowed her head upon his arm as she turned into his chest. They entwined limbs about each other, holding tight, and ignored the chimes when they rang out.

"I forfeit," they both said at the same time, and then followed that up with a matching chuckle.

"I meant it, angel," he slurred as sleep pulled with a heavy weight at his consciousness. "I'm no afraid of being bonded ta ya. I love ya. Think I always have."

As his lids fell, and the dark began to take him, he heard her whisper in his ear.

"I love you, too, my Sea."

He dreamed of lying in the warm, kelly green fields of his home.

TO BE CONTINUED…

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Na síogaí = (pronounced "na shee-ogue-ee"). "Fairy folk" in Gaelic. Encompasses a large grouping of hominid beings with ties to nature and who feature an exceptional beauty.

Since nothing in canon is known of Seamus' family, except that his mother was a witch, his father a Muggle, and the man didn't find out about his wife's magical abilities until after they were married, I took creative license with his background, same as I did for Blaise. In this case, I've made Sea's story follow ancient Irish folktales, relating him to the "fairy folk" (na síogaí) - specifically the Meliai, the Seelie Court's woodland nymphs who are associated with the attributes of sex and jealousy, and with honey (which they are addicted to; it acts like opium to their systems) and Ash trees (the material I chose to make Sea's wand out of for this fic). The Meliai are from ancient Greek mythology, but it should be noted that Ireland was settled by the Celts, and the basis for Ireland's Celtic mythology is believed to derive from ancient Greek roots (via the Keltoi tribe – read all about it here: en . wikipedia wiki / Celts).

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Musical Selection for this Chapter: "Your Guardian Angel" by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Lyrics are as follows…

When I see your smile,
tears run down my face.
I can't replace.
And now that I'm strong,
I have figured out
how this world turns cold,
and breaks through my soul.

And I know I'll find
deep inside me
I can be the one.

I will never let you fall.
I'll stand up with you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all.
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
Seasons are changing,
and waves are crashing,
and stars are falling all for us.
Days grow longer,
and nights grow shorter.

I can show you,
I'll be the one.

I will never let you fall.
I'll stand up with you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all.
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.

'Cause you're my, you're my, my…
My true love.
My whole heart.
Please don't throw that away.

'Cause I'm here for you.
Please don't walk away, and
please tell me you'll stay, stay.

Use me as you will.
Pull my strings just for a thrill.
And I know I'll be okay,
Through my skies are turning gray.

I will never let you fall.
I'll stand up with you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all.
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.