TG: Basically just some self-indulging smut...
October 1944 - Lessons of Basic Anatomy
His hasty steps resonated in the corridors, which were barren at this hour. The flickering light of the torches projected his dancing shadow onto the stone floor as Tom headed towards a secret passage which would allow him to reach the higher storeys quicker.
He could not believe he got collared by Slughorn again, who had bothered him with an unexpected favour.
He took left and then right, bent down as to avoid the beam that crossed the walls from one end to the other before he stepped on a creaky staircase which lead to the Sixth Floor's broom closet. He exited the confined space in a rush, not bothering to shut the door properly behind him as he heard muffled footsteps at the end of the corridor.
He sped up and soon enough stood on the first step, watching the girl go down the stairs with slouched shoulders. His heart constricted at her sight, for she had unmistakably been standing in front of his door while he was cornered in the dungeons, supervising a last minute detention after his Head of House found some First Years trying to sneak into the Potions classroom.
"Where do you think you're going?" he halted her unceremoniously.
The girl promptly straightened her back and turned around while a few strands of chestnut hair escaped her updo. She stared him down, her hands balled into fists that she placed on her hips.
"I'm going back to my dorm" she retorted with an icy tone.
"Really?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow.
He barely managed to conceal the amusing smile that showed on his lips at the sight of her resentful glare. He knew he should feel sorry for having her wait but the way she crossed her arms in front of her chest as if ready to fight was quite cute.
"I thought we had an appointment…" he added as he simply tilted his head to the side as if to probe his memory.
"Or what else were you doing up here? Did you come to entertain me?"
His lips stretched into a contemptuous smile but he knew he had crossed the line when she shot him an indignant glance and turned on her heels to resume walking down the stairs.
"Hey" he called gently, now standing next to her to hold her back, his hand gripping hers to make her spun. He pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her waist. She wriggled against him, trying to push him away but he held her tight.
"I'm sorry"
Tenderly, he tried to lift her face but she eluded him.
"You're mean" she complained and he nodded ever so slightly.
"I know"
"You're mean and you're late"
"I'm sorry" he added as his lips grazed her forehead and brushed her temple.
"I can't help it sometimes. I'm sorry" he repeated against her skin.
"I waited for you for forty minutes Tom" she pursued with an outraged yet muffled voice because she was already relaxing against him and she had buried her face in his chest. He breathed the smell of her hair before he kissed her again and rested his chin on the crown of her head. His hand left her back and moved to the back of her neck and he grazed the warm skin of her nape with the tip of his fingers.
"That man in the painting even started to make fun of me"
He could not help but snort at her words.
"Temeritus Shanks?"
She nodded.
"The one with the stupid hat"
"I'll have a word with him" he promised as sternly as he could, yet letting out a soft chuckle at the absurd thought of telling off the portrait of a dead wizard that he should not mock his awaiting girlfriend.
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"All right, and how are these called?"
They were in the young man's bedroom, a book that showed a human skeleton spread out on the coffee table near two bottles of Butterbeer and a tin box of Acid Pops. Annabel had raised an eyebrow at first, asking if him offering her sweets was his way of making it up to her but Tom had advocated the late hour and the benefits of sugar to help combat somnolence which had the girl roll her eyes.
He had pointed at the book then, indicating that he had tried - unsuccessfully - to obtain a classroom skeleton and her heart had sank at the thought that what Tom insinuated by Basic Anatomy meant exactly just that...
He was standing in front of her now, holding her arm in his hand while she sat crossed-legs on his couch, her shoes discarded on the floor near the hearth in which a fire was pleasantly crackling.
"What's this?" he asked as he rubbed her forearm.
"The radius bone"
"Correct. And whats this?"
His fingers turned around her limb so that her hand was standing palm up and he palpated her skin.
"The ulna"
He seized her hand and made her name each of the small bones her digits consisted of. She repressed a fatigued sigh, willing to cut short on that endless latin crap. Besides, her mind was running wild as the young man kept touching her, feeling her body in various places with skilful fingers while putting on an entirely disinterested air.
Once again, she tried to remain calm when she felt Tom's expert hand smooth the sleeve of her shirt.
"And what is that?" he asked as he felt her biceps through the fabric.
"The humerus?" she breathed and he relaxed his grip on her arm.
"Very good" he praised and her heart swelled.
He held her shoulder as he peeked at the opened book behind him and his hand trailed down her collarbone all the way to her chest.
She sucked in a breath when his fingers wandered further down and settled between her breasts where he applied a gentle pressure.
"And this?"
She closed her eyes in anticipation, her nipples standing painfully against the silk of her bra but he ignored her faze and only probed the area once more.
"The sternum" she whispered and he nodded.
"There is more to that though" he added, his voice dangerously low.
Annabel bit her lower lip, desperately trying to recall what he had instructed her earlier but her mind was foggy.
"The liphoid?" she ventured but he corrected her mistake with a soft yet firm voice that instantly made her slick.
He asked for more precisions but she said she could not remember, her cheeks burning at the sight of the young man who stood before her. Oh, how gorgeous he was in the dim-light, a few strands of his jet black hair grazing his forehead as he watched her from above. She remembered how he had stood on the dais the past few days, in lieu of Professor Merrythought, how his natural authority had strangely made her both seek his praise and want to misbehave, just to steal the Head Boy's precious attention.
"There is the xiphoid, the manubrium and the body" he reminded her while she nodded obediently.
"Would you care to show me where they are once again?" he asked, and she expected him to touch her some more but he stood very still in front of her.
She met his glance and placed her palm on his chest.
"Here is the xiphoid-" she uttered, her voice slightly hoarse when her hand snaked behind his green and silver tie. She battled with the piece of fabric that kept sliding on the back of her hand no matter how many times she pushed it to the side and she let out an awkward laugh.
"Your clothes are in the way"
"Then undress me"
Her heart skipped a beat and she glanced at him as if she had misheard. She held his gaze for a while, darting him a questioning glance and he raised an eyebrow.
"Undress me" he repeated, more firmly this time. She swallowed thickly at the invitation and slowly, Annabel raised herself on her knees. She slid a finger through the knot of his tie to loosen the tightened fabric and once the piece of cloth hung on both sides, she let it fall on the furniture next to her.
She paused, pondering over the meaning of his words and whether her taking off his clothes signed the end of his teaching. She shot him another interrogative look, to which he simply replied by seizing her hands and placing them back on his chest, brushing her knuckles with his thumb.
"Go on" he issued softly and she neared the top button, seizing the small clasp between her fingers but her hands were shaky. She struggled, the button sliding out of her grasp each time she tried to insert it through the slit.
Tom watched her patiently despite her contrite look, very still if not for his respiration that made his chest swell with each breath.
"Take it easy" he whispered, feeling how she grew self-conscious of her ineptitude.
"We have all the time in the world" he added and he lovingly stroked her cheek.
She finally managed to undo the first button and a quiet victory gasp escaped her lips before she moved on to the next. She focused on her task with great deference until slowly, Tom's hand wandered on her neck and shoulder, reached her hip that he kneaded through the fabric of her skirt.
"What bone is that?" he asked playfully and she giggled.
"The hip bone. That's easy"
He smiled, and she closed her eyes when Tom's hand slid under the hem of her skirt.
"Go on" he issued and she resumed to open his shirt, yet struggling once again.
"I'm not good at multitasking" she confessed when her nails clicked on the obstinate fastener.
"Oh but you're doing a fantastic job" he cooed and she rolled her eyes with a smile at his excess praising. She leaned against him, both her hands flat against his chest when his fingers wandered higher and reached her crotch.
"You're wet" he declared when he felt the damp cloth of her underwear and her face became hot. She closed her eyes and shuddered when Tom's digits lingered on her soaked knickers.
"So, so wet" he purred.
"Who knew that anatomy lessons could titillate you like that?"
She buried her face in his shirt, embarrassed by his statements that played up her greed but soon enough, Tom's hand was moving back up and he massaged her mont, applied a gentle pressure on her skin before his fingers moved down again. He stroked the skin near her throbbing cunt, yet never venturing close enough to actually touch her where she ached to be, and Annabel repressed a sob for he kept teasing her, only playing with the elastic band of her knickers.
"I would like to touch you down there" he husked and her womb clenched in agreement.
She nodded ever so slightly, as if to indicate that he may, her face still hidden from the young man's eyes. She waited long seconds but he did not move and she glanced up at him, peeked at his handsome face through her lashes. Slowly, one of her hands unglued itself from his chest and searched for his, and with shaky fingers she guided his wrist, slid his palm inside her underwear.
She shuddered when she felt his cool digits on her burning skin, and he progressed slowly, so slowly that she whimpered.
She knew he was being patient, that he was vigilant not to transgress any of her boundaries but the lust that consumed her screamed for more. She applied a light pressure on his hand, as to beg him, but he was in the mood to tease her.
"Does it feel good?" he asked before she nodded.
"Yes" she breathed but he moved his hand away again.
"We can stop if you like"
"No, go on" she whined as a plaintive moan escaped her throat and made him smile.
"Polite girls say please" he issued with a falsely threatening tone as his other hand seized her chin sternly.
"Please, please" she begged, all eager she was and he chuckled.
"Please what?" he asked with a frown, not ready to give it to her so easily because he enjoyed tormenting her. She glared for a second, her eyes shooting daggers.
"Please touch me some more" she breathed and he purred appreciatively before he reached for her folds again with a "but certainly sweetheart you only had to ask".
He parted her nether-lips with an expert finger, grazed the moist and warm flesh all the way down her slit and she arched her back at the delicious feeling. He neared her entrance, to coat his fingers with her sweet nectar before he scoured her folds, searching for her bud. She gasped when he found it, as he began to rub small circles on her clit and she focused on the amazing sensations the young man was dispensing her.
He busied himself for a while, forcing sighs after sighs from her until her thighs began to tremble. She realised she wanted more and she perked up and glanced at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, to beg for a kiss which he granted her and she moaned at his warm breath in her mouth.
"Bring me to your bed. Please" she asked plaintively and Tom's hand deserted her cunt.
He placed his hands under her bum to lift her in the air and she bucked her legs around his hips to steady herself as he carried her throughout the room. Her breath got louder with each step he took, for he was rock hard in his trousers and his cock was rubbing against her crotch. She whined a bit when he lay her down, her face red when she realised she had left a stain on his uniform.
He undressed her swiftly, each of his movement imbued with a certain hastiness that he struggled to conceal and soon enough she was bare in front of him.
He hoisted himself on the bed and discarded his own shirt in one movement. He lay down next to her, propping himself on one elbow while his free hand loosened her hair. She searched for his gaze and he tenderly brushed her cheek with the back of his hand.
He lowered himself down and took possession of her mouth, his tongue snaking between her parted lips. Languidly he kissed her, his hand stroking her silky skin as it grazed the taut skin of her stomach. He caressed her body with the flat of his hand, aware of each crease and bump, of each imperfection of her body as he sculpted each nook between her ribs until his fingers reached her chest.
Like he had done earlier when showing where her sternum was, he rubbed the area between her breast and she wriggled next to him. He smiled, recalling how much she had trembled when he had shown some attention to her small breasts last time and his fingers searched for the pebbled flesh. He caught one nipple between two fingers, slightly pinched the hardened tip while she moaned.
Annabel fiercely sucked on his tongue as he kept tormenting her nipples, flicking and twisting the skin as she sighed in his mouth. When she finally let him go, he kissed and licked her throat, leaving hundreds of wet pecks down her chest before he kneeled between her thighs.
"Stay still" he asked, his voice gentle and Annabel did as she was told despite the urge to hide herself when she heard the squelching sound her pussy made once Tom spread her legs open.
"Sweet girl" he growled and she shivered at the feeling of the cool air on her throbbing and exposed cunt.
"Oh, darling" he purred and stroked her skin near her lips lazily.
"I cannot wait to be inside you"
Annabel let out an awkward whimper and her hands moved ever so slightly as to cover her face. He tutted her, and held her wrists, all the while sweeping her appetising body with his eyes.
"Please don't say that kind of things" she complained, yet terribly aroused by the young man's indecency.
"Why?" he smirked as he let go of her hands and placed his thumbs on each side of her slit so to stretch the skin and reveal her entrance.
"Does that make you shy?"
"Mh?" he asked as he peeked at her crimson face and let out a small chuckle as he noticed her sweet misery.
He kept inspecting her sex for a while, parting her folds with one finger and smoothing the darkened flesh. He settled on her bud that he caressed some more, gently rubbing her perking clit after he collected some juice on his digits.
"Don't be shy darling" he cooed. "Not yet"
"I have so much more in store for you, you cannot be coy yet" he added, lowering himself between her legs as to smell her luring scent. His nose neared her aching core and he inhaled her sweet and nutty smell.
"I would like to insert a finger inside you" he stated, his deep voice resonating all the way down her core and she nodded, her teeth gnawing at her lower lip as his index circled her entrance. She was tense, he could tell from her posture, the way she fiddled with the hem of the bedsheet.
"Relax" he whispered between two kisses on the smooth skin of her belly.
"Relax for me, love"
Gently, he pushed a knuckle inside her and his finger was sucked by her moist and warm core. She let out a small gasp when he buried his complete digit inside her but when he curled his finger, she moaned.
"How does that feel?" he asked.
"Mhm, good" she sighed and a smile showed on his lip as he searched for her sweet spot against her spongy walls. He found it quickly, making her sing as he worked her down there for a while, his finger repeatedly rubbing the engorged flesh while his face was only inches away from her folds. He swallowed thickly, his cock aching in his trousers while Annabel was chanting under him.
"Can you uhm-"
The words died in her mouth as she let out another moan and he kissed the side of her slit, inviting her to pursue.
"Can you touch me some more please?"
"Where?" he whispered, enjoying the irked face she made when he asked, for he knew far too well where she longed to be touched, but the thought of hearing her say it was far more appealing.
"You kn… know" she painfully uttered, her words interrupted by her tantalising sighs.
"I do?"
He chuckled, relishing her shame but he decided to stop tormenting her when she let out a plaintive sob. Tom lowered his face, his finger still buried inside her before he kissed her clit. She wriggled under him and he watched her crack an eye open to see what he was doing.
Annabel thought she would faint at the sight of Tom's face between her legs, and the combined feeling of his finger working her hole while he lapped at her pulsating clit was too much for her to handle. Her hand moved to her lips and she bit hard on her thumb while the young man kept busying himself between her legs.
His tongue was flat against her cunt, licking her in broad strokes that made her shiver while some of her slick ran down his chin. His finger moved faster, making her pussy squish in wanton sounds as he repeatedly massaged her walls. The tension built, slowly like the tide, and after some time, her hips seemed to have a mind on their own as she arched her back and tried really hard not to rock her crotch up and down Tom's face. Swiftly though, he captured her bud between his lips and sucked on the protruding skin.
"Fuck" she whimpered and she heard him chuckle at her cussing, she who was always so proper, but the pressure in her guts was barely tolerable and she tried to reach for his wrist and push him away.
"Wait, I- I'm-" she whined, realising that she was so close now but Tom held her hips and pinned her thighs against the mattress.
The room briefly disappeared around her when she felt her body tighten and loosen around the intruding finger, and for a while, nothing but the delicious sensations Tom was dispensing her made any sense. She closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath as her body tensed, strained to its utmost as darkness swallowed her.
And then, slowly, she felt herself soften, her sex deliciously sore and exhausted while she exhaled slowly, feeling herself calm, more serene than she had felt in a very long time.
She opened her bleary eyes, and watched Tom pull away from her, wipe his soaked finger and mouth against the bedsheets before he observed the sloppy mess between her legs with a proud air.
"You're welcome" he gloated and Annabel bursted in laughter, her belly painfully contracting with each shudder as she grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her. She nuzzled against him as he covered her with the comforter and she felt herself drift away already.
"Thank you" she whispered, smiling in pure contentment as she ran her hand through his very dark hair and left a sleepy kiss in the crook of his neck.
"Thank you..."