A/N WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY HEAVY SMUT. if you will be offended by this PLEASE don't read. if you like smut... enjoy.
The lake stretched before us, wide, black and glistening in the moonlight. The stars were hidden behind a blanket of clouds and across the lake a party was taking place. Women in splendid ball gowns danced with men in penguin tuxes to the music of a large orchestra. The music from the party travelled, it sounded faint, faraway and sinister on this side of the lake; like a music box tinkling in a darkened room full of demons.
Draco stood beside me wearing an outfit that wouldn't have looked out of place if he were an extra in the three musketeers. He even had the puffy trousers that stopped below his knees, cream tights, beaten brown leather ankle boots and a floppy hat complete with a bold blue feather. I was going to laugh at him then realised I couldn't breathe. Que the realisation that I was wearing corset. In fact I was wearing a fabulously huge ball gown, numerable petticoats and my hair was curled and piled atop my head like a crown. Our outfits matched. My dress, like Draco's jacket was a deep, royal blue and my corset like Draco's stitching a glittering gold.
When I'd figured out how to breathe I rasped, "What's going on?"
"Reuben." Draco snarled, he turned to a cluster of trees, "Come out, come out Reuben!" He called into the shadows, "Are you to invade our dreams then refuse to speak?"
Deep, masculine laughter echoed from the forest and suddenly I could see the vampire, sitting on a swing that swung from ivory coloured ropes laced around a tall branch of a willow tree. He rocked back and forth on the swing using his feet that were encased in long, leather boots. A small part of me hoped this was a very realistic dirty dream but I'm not stupid, I had a feeling magic was to blame.
"What's with the outfits Reuben?" Draco asked motioning to his attire and mine, "You're too old for this to have been your era,"
The vampire shrugged gracefully and rose from the swing, "Must I favour the fashions from my human life mon ami?" He glided towards us, his boots making no noise on the grass. There was something dangerously hypnotising about the way he moved, I watched his movements closely, the way his sheer shirt clung to a defined torso, the crinkle of his tight trousers, the shadows that played around his oh so perfect face. I couldn't breathe and it wasn't the corset hindering me.
"Stop that," Draco hissed at me sounding slightly panicked.
"Stop what?" I managed to sigh as Reuben smiled at me and my palms began to sweat.
"Oh Merlin," Draco wiped his hands on his pantaloons then pinched me really hard on the arm. We both hissed in pain and I rubbed my arm glaring at him. Thankfully however my lustful feelings faded with the pain.
"What was that for jackass?"
"It was for making me find Reuben's choice in footwear extremely erotic!"
My face burned but I scoffed anyway, "Draco darling, those feelings you are having have nothing to do with me,"
It was his turn to blush. Reuben issued another deep chuckle that made my stomach tighten and Draco's fist clench. So much for the lustful feelings fading, "I am flattered ma cherie," He murmured reaching for my hand, I considered pulling away but I was also considering humping his leg, so I was torn. I ended up staying very still. He picked up my hand and bowed deeply, placing a soft, electric shock sending kiss on my skin. He rose but kept his grip on my hand, he turned my palm upwards to his mouth and pressed his lips to it, his tongue flicked out across my flesh tearing a gasp from both Draco and I.
He spoke into my palm, his breath was hot and tingly. My struggle for air was rapid and fruitless, the corset and Reuben combined meant that I couldn't breathe, I couldn't breathe! "I wish a meeting, in person," His voice was low, promising, "At dusk tomorrow, I wish to see you both." He trailed his lips up my hand and began to draw the tip of my index finger into his mouth, oh-so slowly and carefully. It was at that point Draco's nerve broke. He grabbed my free wrists and pulled me away as I trembled from head to foot, but he was seconds too late, I was already gone and it was at that point I did the most humiliating thing. I swooned.
I woke up gasping in oxygen and soaked with sweat. Draco, who had eventually kipped on the floor with a pillow was also awake, he was trembling violently, his eyes burned with desire and murder. He picked up his pillow and hurled it at me, "If you ever make me want to fuck a man again I will… I will… Argh!"
I sighed and collapsed back onto my own pillow as I willed my shivering to cease and my heart rate to return to normal. My entire body felt swollen, hot and in desperate need of release, this was not a normal lust, "How does he make me feel this way?" I asked knowing that Draco would know exactly how I was feeling, I just had to look at his pyjama bottoms to know he knew.
"He's a master of lust and attraction, it's what he does." Draco pushed his sweat slick hair from his face, and I noticed his eyes were not for my face. Dawn shone in through the window making the room glow pink and red. Draco looked extremely good in the light, his hair and skin shone, his eyes burned like ice. Draco cleared his throat and shook his head as he tried to stop staring at my womanly bits but I'm pretty sure he was relieved it was womanly bits that were turning him on again. "Reuben knows two things: how to stay alive and how to seduce anyone he pleases."
"How," My voice was embarrassingly breathy, "How did he get into our dreams?"
"I don't know how he does it," He was moving towards me, but not like he knew he was doing it. It was then I realized I was sliding out of the bed. My eyes were drawn to his pyjama bottoms, my pulse sped even faster, my entire body seized up. Oh my.
"Stop!" Draco said suddenly, mere inches separated us, I could see his pulse thumping rapidly in his neck. "This is just the after affects of Reuben's power," He wasn't talking to me, he was talking to himself. I watched his lips move and licked my own wondering what he tasted like. "She's a muggle. She's a muggle. It's Reuben's power. She's a muggle," But even as he repeated his slightly insulting mantra his hands were reaching for my shirt, his fingers sliding under the hem.
Right about then it was as if a switch had been thrown. I was still in my head but my thoughts were secondary, it was all about the five senses. It was as if I was outside of myself just watching what was going on but at the same time I was very much involved. His hands were everywhere, my top was gone, my bra disappeared. I reached around the bottom of his back and grabbed his shirt, I trailed it off over his head.
He shook his hair out of his face and grinned at me, an animalistic barring of teeth that I returned. He grabbed me, crushing my naked torso to his and smashing his mouth into mine with such force that I tasted blood. He stood up, bringing me with him, my feet were lifted off the ground and he threw me brusquely onto the bed, my head smacked off the headboard but I didn't care.
I laughed at him as he grabbed my pyjama bottoms and pulled them off. He snarled at me as I laughed and crawled on top of me. I reached and dug my fingers into the elastic of his bottoms, I pushed them down and watched his face as he was freed from their constraints.
I was unbearably hot, the feel of him pressed against my stomach sent me spasming, he began to grind against my belly and I squealed with need. He moved from me momentarily to pull his trousers off completely, I stared at him and felt my body burn. He was harder than was possible, thick, quivering and demanding.
The trousers were gone. He turned to me and let his eyes roam my body. His chest rose and fell rapidly and he licked his lips. I groaned eagerly spreading my legs just a little, inviting him. It was beyond lust and sex, I honestly felt if we didn't finish this I would die. We would die. I couldn't survive not having him, not when I was so close. He wrapped strong fingers around my ankles and pulled so that I slid down the bed and lay before him. His hands ran up my legs (I was vaguely glad I'd went to the bother of shaving) then pressed down on my thighs, spreading them, making room.
He placed his throbbing tip at my opening and pressed his forehead to mine, demanding I meet his gaze. His breath was heavy on my lips, his fingers digging deep into my thighs. I looked into his eyes and knew in that moment there was no going back, I could say no right now and he wouldn't care. The thought scared and thrilled me at the same time. I searched his face, my breathing was shallow and quick, I was nervous. Not nervous enough to stop but nervous enough that I began to wade through my fogged mind, a little bit of me came back. You'd be shook into reality too if it was your first time and you were staring into the eyes of someone obviously a little unhinged.
I was about to say 'Stop' or at least 'Please be gentle' when he slammed into me and all breath and thought was torn from my body. I was impossibly tight and he was anything but gentle, he forced himself deep inside of me, grunting with the effort. I called out and dug my nails into his back as he pulled out and slammed in again. It was sore, really sore but it was a good pain, a pain I could ride out and enjoy. His eyes burned with fierce intensity as he rode me, his hands grabbed and groped me, rubbed my breasts, kneaded my flesh until I could do nothing but scream.
He screamed too. Deep and wild. The sound sent my body into a spasming frenzy, I clenched around him and the action made him shudder completely. There was a tension rising in me, a heat that filled me more and more with every thrust. I felt like a cup about to overflow and suddenly with a final push from Draco I did. For a shining moment I was lost, screaming, pulling, writhing and then it was over. There was a hot rush inside me and Draco collapsed, shuddering and sweating on top of me.
We lay like that for a moment, with him limp but still inside me and then Draco slowly began to draw himself out of me. He moved off me but the bed didn't leave us much room, so he lay with the length of his body pressed to my side. He raised a hand and wiped tears I hadn't known were there from my cheeks with his thumb, I rolled over to put my back to him suddenly feeling horribly insecure.
Oh Jesus. I'd just lost my virginity to my kidnapper whom I'd known for less than three days. And the idiot award goes to…
I could feel myself shivering again, but this time I was just cold and feeling a tad nauseous. Draco moved closer and wrapped his arms around me, then he buried his face into my hair and kissed my neck softly. I relaxed immediately, his touch helped me breathe and gather myself. I wasn't sure if it was the Soulmate thing or tiredness or even the after affects of Reuben but somehow laying in Draco's arms felt right, I felt safe, I felt comfortable and I felt in a strange way complete.
A simultaneous contented sigh escaped from both of us and I smiled to myself. Soulmates? I could deal with that.