I moved through the bedroom door and before I could get to the bed, Theodore was behind me. He grabbed me and basically carried me to the bed, taking me around to his side of it.

"No more fucking pillow walls." He grunted, dropping me down, my head actually landing perfectly on said pillow wall

"No more pillow walls." I agreed. I was burning up in the sweater, but the worst of the heat was pooled between my legs. I was absolutely soaked. He smirked and slowly pushed the sweater up to my waist.

"Who wears lingerie when they're at home alone?"

"I wore them to work," I answered. He quirked an eyebrow.

"You wear lingerie to work?"

"I'm always wearing lingerie, does it matter?"

"It absolutely matters. It'll take even more control to keep me from bending you over the desk than it did before."

"I won't stop you." I lied.

He grinned and nipped at the soft skin on the inside of my knee and I whimpered at the electric shock it sent rippling through me.

"Theodore," I whined.

"Yes?" He teased.

"I'm going to crush your head like a watermelon between my thighs, stop teasing me." I demanded. He actually laughed.

"I am going to take my sweet time, darling and if it means you crush my head between your thighs- well I can't think of a better death."

"I hate you."

"Good." He kissed his way slowly up the inside of my leg, stopping when he was almost fucking there. I arched up, urging him to give me what I needed. Only one other man had ever done this for me in my life, and while part of me had expected he would be like the guys before Calvin who didn't enjoy burying their faces in a woman's cunt, he proved me wrong by lightly biting my mound over my panties.

"So fucking wet, Cordelia." He drawled, He slipped a finger between the wet silk and my skin. He let his hooked finger run up and down, his knuckle dragging over my clit.

"S-shut up." I rolled my hips and closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to see the smug grin on his face.

"Hey." His hand pulled away from my pussy, reaching up to grip my chin harshly. "Eyes open, Coco. I want you to see who is doing this to you, who is making you feel so good. I want to see your eyes as you scream my name and cum on my tongue." I'm pretty sure my heart stopped and I nodded. "Good girl." He moved back down between my legs, sliding my panties down my legs and discarding them on the floor. I reached down and started to tug the sweater up, but he gripped my wrists, moving so he could pin them over my head.

"I will tie you down, Cordelia. I am going to move at my pace, and my pace will include you cumming hard while wearing your husband's sweater." He kissed me, hard. We'd never shared a soft and loving kiss and in this moment I didn't want to. The passion behind every one of his kisses had knocked me off my feet and this one was no exception. I could feel his cock hard against my leg. Two layers of fabric, that was all that separated me from him.

He slid down between my legs yet again, with another warning to keep my hands out of the way.

His lips once again trailed up towards my pussy, his fingers slowly running up and down my slit, teasing. I gripped the blanket, digging my nails into the dark comforter as I worked to keep myself from actually begging him to just give me what I want. My hips rolled again and he laughed, I could feel the air from his chuckle against my clit and I moaned.

"That's my girl." He muttered.

Then finally, blessedly, I felt his tongue between my legs.

Theodore ate pussy like he kissed. One hand wrapped around my leg, holding me down, the other was between my legs, one long thin finger easily slipping inside of me.

"Fuck-" I gasped, my back arching up.

He growled against my clit and I swear I could feel the vibrations all the way up my spine.

"Please-" I whined, ignoring the begging nature of the word.

"Please what, Coco?" He asked before adding a second finger. He sucked on the tiny nerve-filled bud and I saw stars.

"Please, I need to cum." I gasped and looked down at him.

It was positively filthy. both of us were basically still fully dressed as he ate. His eyes were glassy with lust as he focused on what he was doing between my legs.

"Cum for me." He ordered, his fingers picking up their pace, his attention fully on my pussy. A moment later my brain exploded. I arched up higher, the only thing keeping me down was his hand on my hip. He didn't stop until I had fully ridden out the orgasm.

He rolled back to his heels, sucking each glistening finger clean.

My eyes remained glued to the man as he stood.

"sit up," he ordered. It took a moment for me to comply, my bones, every single one, felt like jelly. I finally managed to do as he ordered and he pulled the sweater over my head, tossing it to the floor like my panties. "Fuck you're gorgeous." He groaned.

"Yeah?" I smirked, reaching out to undo his belt. "Lucky you, you're stuck with me for life."

"Lucky me." He repeated but for the first time, it didn't feel like sarcasm. It felt like he might actually mean it.

I pulled the belt from his waist and made quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping his fly, tugging his slacks down out of my way.

"Cordelia." His hand came down to tangle into my hair.

"Theodore." I tugged a little harder and his pants pooled down at his ankles. He kicked them away, as well as his shoes. "The socks have to come off too. I won't fuck a man in socks." I informed him. He quirked an eyebrow but complies, balancing on one foot long enough to get the sock off, then the other.

"Better?"

"Much." I leaned in and ran my tongue along the length of his boxer-covered cock, He shuddered with a soft moan. "I like that."

"Like what?"

"The sound of you moaning for me," I answered, his hand found its way back to my hair, giving it a light tug.

I slowly slid the waistband of his boxers down until his cock popped out, already rock hard.

He was long and thick, suddenly his ego made a lot more sense to me. I licked my lips, my eyes on the head, red and leaking with pre-cum.

"Well, Princess? What are you going to do?" He asked. I looked up at him with wide eyes and smirked.

"I'm going to have my way with you, obviously." I reached up, wrapping my fingers around the base to keep him still as I took the head into my mouth.

His fingers tightened in my hair as I worked the head, salty and warm, I let it out of my out with an audible pop, leaning down to run my tongue along the underside of his cock and he groaned louder.

"Fuck." He used the grip he had on my hair to push me back to lie down again. He stepped away from the bed, all but ripping the shirt from his body.

"That's the idea, yes." I nodded.

"You talk too much," he informed me, moving back between my legs, and yanking me down to the edge of the bed. I didn't get a chance to reply before he was pushing into me.

I'd had one other partner since the thing with Calvin, and it hadn't been that great. a random hook-up with a hot guy I'd been dancing with at the club. So when Theodore slowly popped the head of his cock past my entrance, the way he stretched me hurt in the best possible way.

"Coco." He groaned, his hands gripping my thighs roughly. There was a good chance I'd have bruises in the shape of his hands and there was nothing I wanted more.

"More." I half begged half demanded.

"Just- give me a second." His abs were tensed, I was glad to see that this was affecting him as much as it was me.

He inched more and more of his cock into me until finally he was fully sheathed within my cunt.

"Theodore," I whined. It was like that single word flipped a switch in his brain, he leaned forward, one hand on my waist to steady me- and probably himself before he began to thrust.

for as long as it took him to fully enter me, he made up for it now, his hips slammed into me again and again, and the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin as he fucked me into the mattress. I cried out, bending my legs up, which he caught and held up next to my chest, somehow helping him get even deeper.

I couldn't think straight, my mind felt completely blank outside of how fucking good it felt, how good he felt. How fucking close I already was.

"There!" I exclaimed as he hit a spot that left me feeling dizzy in the best possible way, He concentrated on that spot, his hips moving faster and harder.

"Yeah, is that how my girl likes it? Hard and fast?" he growled.

Theodore in the bedroom was a whole different person, practically feral. And I had no complaints.

"Don't- don't stop I'm going to-" I cut off my own warning as I came, my hips bucking up against his but any thoughts I had of him stopping flew out the window as he pulled out just long enough to roll me over onto my front, I scrambled up to my hands and knees while he climbed up onto the bed behind me. His cock penetrated me from behind and his pace went right back to what it had been.

Hard and rough, I knew I'd be able to feel him for at least the rest of the night if not into tomorrow.

"This is all mine, Cordelia. You are all mine. I don't care who you've had before, from now on I will be the only one who gets to see you like this." He bent over me, pressing his chest to my back so he could say the words directly into my ear.

"A-all yours." I agreed.

"Good." He pushed back up and his hand came down hard on my ass, the sound of the smack cracking across the room.

That was enough to send me over the edge again, I came hard, leaning forward to muffle my scream into the bed, but he gripped my hair, stopping me from doing so.

"Scream for me, Cordelia I want to hear it."

And he got exactly that, I wouldn't have been surprised if every person and house elf in the home could hear me.

a moment later he followed me over the ledge, his hips continuing to piston against me as he shot load after load.

He pulled out slowly, his breathing labored. I started to move, to roll back onto my back, but he stopped me, his eyes between my legs, smirking.

"Weirdo." I accused.

"You have no idea." He shook his head.

"Sounds like you'll have to show me." Finally, he let go and I was able to get up.

"Where are you going?" He asked as I walked towards the door.

"I need a shower, Nott," I informed him, looking over my shoulder, his eyes were squarely focused on my ass.

"Fantastic." He turned and followed after me. "I need one as well."

I rolled my eyes but didn't stop him as he followed me into the bathroom. I started up the shower and a moment later I stepped under the spray, letting the cold water cool me down. Theodore slipped in behind me, his hands going to my hips to steady me.

"You really need a bigger shower," I commented.

"I don't." He argued, his chest was pressed against my back and I could feel his cock slowly twitching back to life against my thigh.

"Definitely do," I argued, rotating back to grind against him, his grip on my hips tightened.

"Bad." He informed me.

"You have no idea." I teased.

He ran his hands slowly up my body, over my stomach to my breasts.

"Next time we'll have to spend more time on foreplay." He commented idly, his fingers toying with my nipples. The right hand pinching while the thumb of his left hand just made slow circles over the sensitive nub.

I leaned back against him with a soft moan.

"Bold of you to assume- there will be a next time." My voice caught in my throat as he pinched my nipple again.

"There will be." He assured me, his lips trailing up my neck. "Wife."

"Such a mean word," I muttered. Theodore reached over to grab my shampoo, dosing some into the palm of his hand and soaping it up, I hadn't really planned on washing my hair but honestly, the moment his long, thin fingers slipped into my hair and began to massage my scalp- I wasn't sure I'd ever let either of us out.

"Fuck." I groaned.

"What was that about it happening again?"

"This doesn't mean I like you," I informed him, even as I rested against him.

"Good, I don't like you either." He answered.

I don't think either of us believed it.

—-

We were in the shower until our skin was puckered and waterlogged as we went for rounds two and three under the spray of water. By the end, I wasn't entirely sure I could walk normally.

Theodore helped me out of the shower and gave me a towel, which I used to slowly dry my entire body before going to get another for my hair. His eyes remained glued to my body the entire time.

"I'm keeping that sweater," I informed him.

"You will not. We are married, you can borrow it but it is still mine." He argued.

"We'll see about that." I did my best to walk out of the room without wobbling. Judging by his laugh I would say I didn't really manage it. I put on a fresh pair of pajamas and headed back for the bedroom. Theodore walked up behind me, the two of us staring at the fresh bedding that had appeared. I tried not to think too hard about the fact that it definitely meant his house elves knew what we'd been doing.

The pillow wall remained in place. After the first two nights of building it, even when they re-made the bed, the house elves had left it there, I guess assuming it was necessary. I started forward and grabbed one of the four pillows that made up the wall, tossing it up at the top of the bed.

"You're sure."

"You're the one who said it, Nott. No more pillow walls. But if I wake up to you spooning me, I'm biting you."

"Is that a promise or a threat?" He asked with a teasing grin.

"Both," I answered, tossing two more pillows to the top, he crossed the room in two long strides and grabbed the last one, putting it back for me. "Thank you." I pulled down the comforter and climbed into bed.

"You're welcome." He responded, getting in on the other side.

We kept to our sides of the bed at first. As we did every single night, but this time, when we scooted closer together, inch by inch until his body was pressed up against mine, we weren't asleep, we were fully awake and aware of what we were doing

And aware of what it meant for our marriage.

—-

"Okay, I need you to say that again because I am- confused."

"I think I might like my husband."

"And this is… bad?"

I glared at Baz across the table from me. We had left early so we could meet for breakfast, and we were currently sitting at a little bistro on the muggle side of London. We had found it after a night of partying, realizing we needed to get food before we both stumbled into our offices on no sleep and still mildly drunk. It wasn't far from where the Ministry was, which really had been the only thing that mattered. We hadn't even realized it was run by muggles until we went to pay and the cashier thought we'd given her toy money.

"Yes, it is bad, He's still Theodore." I picked up my coffee and took a drink, letting the caffeine work its way into my system.

"Okay but- you're stuck with him forever. It's good to like him"

I rolled my eyes and crossed my legs under the table, trying not to wiggle around uncomfortably. I was still sore from the night before- something that I definitely wasn't used to. Even Calvin hadn't left me feeling sore.

"He's Theodore."

"That isn't a valid answer, no matter how many times you say it."

"Hogwarts was miserable because of them." a strange look flashed across Baz's face but quickly vanished. "What?" I demanded.

"Nothing, Coco." He shook his head.

"No, if you have something to say, Bastian, then you should say it." I challenged him. He sighed and glanced over my shoulder.

"I think- that part of the problem was that we were too quick to get defensive." I stared at him a moment.

"You mean I was."

"That's not what I said."

"That's what everyone says, Baz." I rolled my eyes. Our whole lives, I was the unreasonable one, I was quick to fly off the handle. Baz was always there to keep me calm. He was the one people went to because he was going to be more understanding. "Okay, elaborate." I encouraged him, gesturing for him to go on. He absolutely did not look like he wanted to, but I wasn't ready to let it go.

"The night before we even left, you were talking like it was going to be us against everyone else in the school. The first night we were there, the other first years were all in the common room hanging out and you didn't want to be involved."

"Because Fucking Malfoy had already said-"

"He was talking to Potter, and He was probably looking at Weasley when he was talking about people Harry shouldn't be hanging out with. We just happened to be right there as well."

"You and your stupid benefit of the doubt."

"Also, Coco, I would like to point out that it happened eight years ago. All of us have changed so much since then."

"Yeah yeah, collective trauma and whatnot."

"Also growing up."

"It was just a few weeks ago that they definitely dumped an entire bowl of punch on me." I pointed out.

"Yes, because we had crashed their party, gotten into an argument with them and you followed it up by throwing a firework into their library."

"It was a magic firework, no one was going to get hurt!"

"It doesn't matter." Baz groaned, pressing his hands to his eyes. "The point is, the best thing to do at this point is to act like an adult, accept that you might like your husband, and instead of fighting yourself, as well as everyone else just- enjoy it."

I gave him a dirty look and stood, grabbing the trash from my breakfast sandwich and taking it to throw it away.

"You're the worst," I informed him on my way out, people turning to stare.

"Second after you." He replied.

"Meet me for lunch?"

"Of course."

I headed out and towards the ministry, walking in through the doors instead of apparating in was always a little strange. What was even more strange was seeing Theodore in the lobby, waiting for me.

"What did I do?" I asked, walking over to him.

"Nothing just wanted to make sure you got in alright." Theodore shrugged, looking sheepish. I narrowed my eyes and opened my mouth to ask him if he'd his head or something on the way to work, but I was interrupted.

"Oh good, I was hoping to speak to you." We turned our heads simultaneously to look at Theodore's boss and my kind of ex, Danworth.