Title: Pleasurable Torture
Rating: M
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Rabastan/Hermione
Warnings: sexual content
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 259
Summary: Rabastan wanted her so badly.
Notes:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: 2 Week Drabble Wars - Prompt Used - Day Three: "I'm not afraid of you." / "But you really, really should be." (Once Upon a Time)
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Chocolate Frog - Maximilian Crowdy - Bonus - Write a non-canon Pureblood/Muggleborn story.
Ultimate Battle Competition 2: Single Accessory
Rabastan stared at the smirking witch. "I'm not afraid of you."
Hermione laughed as her hair was tossed over her shoulder. "But you really, really should be. After all, you are tied up, at my complete mercy. I can do anything I want to you, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." She walked closer to the bed.
Rabastan's eyes darkened at the veiled promise. "That doesn't scare me; it excites me."
Hermione's brown pupils became almost smoky as she stared at his body hungrily. She climbed on top of him and sat on his stomach.
He was no longer clothed, and the only thing kept them from skin-on-skin contact was Hermione's flimsy lingerie.
Her fingers trailed down from his face to his chest, and then stopped to circle around his nipples before continuing down and stopping on his stomach, lightly scraping her nails against it. "What do you want?" she breathed.
That was an easy answer. "You."
And then Hermione leaned down and kissed him on the lips with such passion that fire erupted in his stomach and spread throughout his body.
He wanted to touch her so badly, crush her body to his, that he pulled on his restraints, but he was stuck. It was exactly what Hermione wanted.
Hermione moved her lips to his neck and Rabastan thrust his body against her, needing friction for his aching erection.
When she giggled, he knew it was going to be a long night of pleasurable torture, and he was looking forward to every minute of it.