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Day 10
14 Days
Title: 14 Days
Author: AureliaFlint
Pairing: Marcus Flint/Persephone Stebbins
Rating: NC-r />r />
Notes: Only three more days to go. Poor Marcus. It's a bitg.
Day Ten:
Marcus gazed around his room with a smirk on his face. The candles, wine and flowers were the perfect touch.A little wine to take the edge off of her nerves, soft candlelight and a wandering hand and he would spend the rest of his night inside Persephone - where he was dying to be for as long as he could remember. He had only been waiting a week. But honestly, it felt like forever.
"I have to study," said Terry earnestly.
"Bugger off, you sore loser," said Marcus with a smirk.
"Have you even thought that maybe she is waiting for marriage," pointed out Terry. His cheeks were crimson. He really did not want to kiss that fucking Ravenclaw, Davies.
"No," said Marcus confidently.
"Fine," said Terry with a sigh and a pout at Marcus.
"I'm not some daft Hufflepuff, mate," said Marcus with amusement. "I don't fall for the soulful eyes and pout."
"I'll come by around 11," said Adrian as he slung an arm around Terry and dragged him out the door. "If the signal is not there, we are coming in. Either that, or Ter and I are going to have to finagle our way into another bed."
"Not like it hasn't happened before," pointed out Marcus without a trace of guilt on his face. One of the reasons he even started dating Billy was that he needed somewhere to sleep one night. Adrian was seducing some Gryffindor and made him and Ter sleep elsewhere.
Marcus hummed a tune as he rounded the corridor towards Ravenclaw Tower. He leaned against a wall and waited for Persephone to come through the portrait. He noticed when she came through that she had a particular look on her face.
"Persephone," said Marcus as she came towards him. She stopped a few feet away from him. Her face was expressionless.
"Flint," said the Ravenclaw girl icily.
"What is it?" asked Marcus warily.
"Ever since a few of my housemates found out that you took me to Hogsmeade," said Persephone angrily. "They have been telling me the most awful things about you. Is it true that you have been to bed with all my dormmates?"
"Well," said Marcus carefully. "Who are your dormmates?'
"You have!" said an outraged Persephone. 'Am I just another conquest to you? Are you trying to round out your record and..and..and.....fuck every girl in my dorm?"
Marcus blinked at her use of the word 'fuck'. It was not like her. She was a rather prim girl. That primness turned him on.
"Who's been telling you tales?" purred Marcus as he moved closer to her. She was so mad, she did not notice.
"Everyone!" said Persephone. She licked her lips as she finally noticed that Marcus was dressed up. He had a black silk shirt on and it was unbuttoned a bit too far.
"You do know that I am definately not a virgin," said Marcus lowly as he stepped even closer. He was pleased to see her face go rosy with awareness.
"Yes," said Persephone a touch uneasily. Her eyes dipped to the smooth expanse of his chest that she could see. "You are absolutely shameless. Your shirt is almost completely undone!"
"You should see how shameless I can be," whispered Marcus as he bent over her.
"I...I'm not sure that...your chest...no..I mean...ummm," stuttered Persephone as she leaned unconciously into his frame. She gasped as he took one of her hands and slipped it into his shirt. Her fingers curled around the smooth hard muscles and she could feel her knees get weak.
"You were saying?" asked Marcus helpfully.
"I'm not sure," whispered Persephone just a second before Marcus kissed her. He gave her one of those toe curling, intense, passionate kisses that she associated with the Slytherin captain. She wrapped her arms around his neck and responded eagarly.
Marcus smiled against her mouth as he felt her surrender. He bit her lower lip lightly. A bolt of heat went through him as he heard her moan.
"Wait!" said Persephone as she tore her mouth away from Marcus's lips. "I am angry with you."
"Be angry with me later," coaxed Marcus as he lifted her easily in his arms. He started to walk towards the dungeons.
"You are impossible," whispered Persephone as Marcus dragged her into a dark alcove. He decided that the dungeons were too far.
Persephone was moaning incoherently a few minutes later. Marcus had undone her shirt and was currently lavishing his attentions on her stiff nipples.
"I want you so much," moaned Marcus against her breasts. He gave a groan when she stiffened.
"How many times have you said that to a girl?" asked Persephone as she gathered her scattered wits and the edges of her shirt. She had been quite hurt and very jealous when her dormmates had congratulater. er. They had went on and on about how much fun Flint was in bed and how lucky she was. Some girls even had the nerve to tell her what he liked in bed. A friendly tip, they said.
"I want you Persephone," said Marcus with a ragged sigh.
"Then," said Persephone as she pulled away from him. "You will wait."
"Fucking hell," snapped Marcus. "How much lo?"
"Is that all you want from me?" said Persephone as her eyes flared with anger.
"No," said Marcus sulkily.
"It seems to me that it is!" shouted Persephone as her eyes filled with tears. "You will be waiting forever, Flint. I don't want to see you again." With that pronouncement, the Ravenclaw girl ran away leaving a stunned Marcus standing in the alcove.
"Well hell," thought Marcus wearily. "I fucked that one up. I wonder what she's been hearing about me. Merlin, I think I have actually fucked all her dormmates. Gods, what am I going to do now? I actually like this witch. I saw the tears in her eyes as she left. Has she really chucked me?"
Marcus made his way into the Slytherin common room and went to sit by the fire. He stared into the flames morosely for a very long time.
"Why Flint," said a throaty voice in front of him. "You look like someone has stolen your favorite broomstick."
"Medea," said Marcus carefully as he eyed the tall blonde Slytherin witch. He and Medea MacDuff had a fling ove the summer holidays. He had made her angry when he chucked her shortly after Billy came home from her visit with her relations in the Netherlands.
Marcus had found her to be disturbingly like Billy in temperment. But she was much more cl tha than Billy. He knew that if he didn't watch his step with her, he would find himself married before he could blink. He had decided, in spite of Medea's physical resemblance to Katie Bell, to go with the homicidal Slytherin witch he knew he could best rather than this woman.
"Marcus," said Medea mockingly. She sat down beside him and crossed her legs.
"What do you want, Medea?" asked Marcus carefully.
"I was just wondering if your little obsession with that girl has gotten anywhere lately?" asked Medea sweetly.
"Which girl?" drawled Marcus.
"Don't pretend," said Medea beadily. "Katie Bell, of course."
"I have no idea what you are on about, you daft scary witch," said Marcus with a nonchalant smirk. Like he said, Medea was one smart woman.
"Hmmm," said Medea with a raised eyebrow. "Billy has been telling everyone that you and her have an open relationship."
"Really?" said Marcus coolly. He could feel her hand on his knee. Her fingers were now running slowly up the insid his his thigh. "What exactly are you up too?"
"Do you have to ask?" said Medea as she smiled into his eyes and leaned closer.
"Yes," said Marcus with amusement. He felt her run her fingernails lightly over his stiffening cloth covered cock.
"I have a score to settle with Billy," said Medea. She leaned in and whispered, "If you want, I'll let you call me Katie."
"Bitch," whispered Marcus. He stood up with a smile and began to walk away. He stopped and looked over his shoulder and said in a rather loud voice, "Just don't sit there, Medea. I thought you were coming to my room." Muffled gasps greeted his pronoucement. Marcus turned and without looking to see if she was coming, made his way down the corridor.
He had her naked and on her knees in front of him within minutes. He watched her through narrowed eyes as she sucked his cock. She looked up at his serious face every now and again.
An hour later, Adrian and Terry walked into the room to see Marcus screwing a rather vocal Medea MacDuff in front of the fire.
"Good to see you lads," said Marcus with a lazy grin at the look of shock on both their faces. "Medea is just heating up."
"Marcus," gasped Medea as she watched Adrian and Terry strip off their clothes. She wriggled as she felt Marcus move into her with harder strokes.
"Relax, Medea," said Adrian. "It's not like you haven't shagged all three of us before."
"Just not at the same time," said Terry as he positioned himself in front of the Slytheirn witch.
"Speak for yourself," said Adrian with a snicker as Medea's face went crimson. "Marcus and I had a few threesomes with Medea this summer. Ter, just wait. She loves it."
"Where was I?" asked Terry with surprise.
"France," said Marcus as he bit Medea's earlobe. "Be careful what you wish for," whispered Marcus in her ear just before Terry plunged his erection in her mouth.
Title: 14 Days
Author: AureliaFlint
Pairing: Marcus Flint/Persephone Stebbins
Rating: NC-r />r />
Notes: Only three more days to go. Poor Marcus. It's a bitg.
Day Ten:
Marcus gazed around his room with a smirk on his face. The candles, wine and flowers were the perfect touch.A little wine to take the edge off of her nerves, soft candlelight and a wandering hand and he would spend the rest of his night inside Persephone - where he was dying to be for as long as he could remember. He had only been waiting a week. But honestly, it felt like forever.
"I have to study," said Terry earnestly.
"Bugger off, you sore loser," said Marcus with a smirk.
"Have you even thought that maybe she is waiting for marriage," pointed out Terry. His cheeks were crimson. He really did not want to kiss that fucking Ravenclaw, Davies.
"No," said Marcus confidently.
"Fine," said Terry with a sigh and a pout at Marcus.
"I'm not some daft Hufflepuff, mate," said Marcus with amusement. "I don't fall for the soulful eyes and pout."
"I'll come by around 11," said Adrian as he slung an arm around Terry and dragged him out the door. "If the signal is not there, we are coming in. Either that, or Ter and I are going to have to finagle our way into another bed."
"Not like it hasn't happened before," pointed out Marcus without a trace of guilt on his face. One of the reasons he even started dating Billy was that he needed somewhere to sleep one night. Adrian was seducing some Gryffindor and made him and Ter sleep elsewhere.
Marcus hummed a tune as he rounded the corridor towards Ravenclaw Tower. He leaned against a wall and waited for Persephone to come through the portrait. He noticed when she came through that she had a particular look on her face.
"Persephone," said Marcus as she came towards him. She stopped a few feet away from him. Her face was expressionless.
"Flint," said the Ravenclaw girl icily.
"What is it?" asked Marcus warily.
"Ever since a few of my housemates found out that you took me to Hogsmeade," said Persephone angrily. "They have been telling me the most awful things about you. Is it true that you have been to bed with all my dormmates?"
"Well," said Marcus carefully. "Who are your dormmates?'
"You have!" said an outraged Persephone. 'Am I just another conquest to you? Are you trying to round out your record and..and..and.....fuck every girl in my dorm?"
Marcus blinked at her use of the word 'fuck'. It was not like her. She was a rather prim girl. That primness turned him on.
"Who's been telling you tales?" purred Marcus as he moved closer to her. She was so mad, she did not notice.
"Everyone!" said Persephone. She licked her lips as she finally noticed that Marcus was dressed up. He had a black silk shirt on and it was unbuttoned a bit too far.
"You do know that I am definately not a virgin," said Marcus lowly as he stepped even closer. He was pleased to see her face go rosy with awareness.
"Yes," said Persephone a touch uneasily. Her eyes dipped to the smooth expanse of his chest that she could see. "You are absolutely shameless. Your shirt is almost completely undone!"
"You should see how shameless I can be," whispered Marcus as he bent over her.
"I...I'm not sure that...your chest...no..I mean...ummm," stuttered Persephone as she leaned unconciously into his frame. She gasped as he took one of her hands and slipped it into his shirt. Her fingers curled around the smooth hard muscles and she could feel her knees get weak.
"You were saying?" asked Marcus helpfully.
"I'm not sure," whispered Persephone just a second before Marcus kissed her. He gave her one of those toe curling, intense, passionate kisses that she associated with the Slytherin captain. She wrapped her arms around his neck and responded eagarly.
Marcus smiled against her mouth as he felt her surrender. He bit her lower lip lightly. A bolt of heat went through him as he heard her moan.
"Wait!" said Persephone as she tore her mouth away from Marcus's lips. "I am angry with you."
"Be angry with me later," coaxed Marcus as he lifted her easily in his arms. He started to walk towards the dungeons.
"You are impossible," whispered Persephone as Marcus dragged her into a dark alcove. He decided that the dungeons were too far.
Persephone was moaning incoherently a few minutes later. Marcus had undone her shirt and was currently lavishing his attentions on her stiff nipples.
"I want you so much," moaned Marcus against her breasts. He gave a groan when she stiffened.
"How many times have you said that to a girl?" asked Persephone as she gathered her scattered wits and the edges of her shirt. She had been quite hurt and very jealous when her dormmates had congratulater. er. They had went on and on about how much fun Flint was in bed and how lucky she was. Some girls even had the nerve to tell her what he liked in bed. A friendly tip, they said.
"I want you Persephone," said Marcus with a ragged sigh.
"Then," said Persephone as she pulled away from him. "You will wait."
"Fucking hell," snapped Marcus. "How much lo?"
"Is that all you want from me?" said Persephone as her eyes flared with anger.
"No," said Marcus sulkily.
"It seems to me that it is!" shouted Persephone as her eyes filled with tears. "You will be waiting forever, Flint. I don't want to see you again." With that pronouncement, the Ravenclaw girl ran away leaving a stunned Marcus standing in the alcove.
"Well hell," thought Marcus wearily. "I fucked that one up. I wonder what she's been hearing about me. Merlin, I think I have actually fucked all her dormmates. Gods, what am I going to do now? I actually like this witch. I saw the tears in her eyes as she left. Has she really chucked me?"
Marcus made his way into the Slytherin common room and went to sit by the fire. He stared into the flames morosely for a very long time.
"Why Flint," said a throaty voice in front of him. "You look like someone has stolen your favorite broomstick."
"Medea," said Marcus carefully as he eyed the tall blonde Slytherin witch. He and Medea MacDuff had a fling ove the summer holidays. He had made her angry when he chucked her shortly after Billy came home from her visit with her relations in the Netherlands.
Marcus had found her to be disturbingly like Billy in temperment. But she was much more cl tha than Billy. He knew that if he didn't watch his step with her, he would find himself married before he could blink. He had decided, in spite of Medea's physical resemblance to Katie Bell, to go with the homicidal Slytherin witch he knew he could best rather than this woman.
"Marcus," said Medea mockingly. She sat down beside him and crossed her legs.
"What do you want, Medea?" asked Marcus carefully.
"I was just wondering if your little obsession with that girl has gotten anywhere lately?" asked Medea sweetly.
"Which girl?" drawled Marcus.
"Don't pretend," said Medea beadily. "Katie Bell, of course."
"I have no idea what you are on about, you daft scary witch," said Marcus with a nonchalant smirk. Like he said, Medea was one smart woman.
"Hmmm," said Medea with a raised eyebrow. "Billy has been telling everyone that you and her have an open relationship."
"Really?" said Marcus coolly. He could feel her hand on his knee. Her fingers were now running slowly up the insid his his thigh. "What exactly are you up too?"
"Do you have to ask?" said Medea as she smiled into his eyes and leaned closer.
"Yes," said Marcus with amusement. He felt her run her fingernails lightly over his stiffening cloth covered cock.
"I have a score to settle with Billy," said Medea. She leaned in and whispered, "If you want, I'll let you call me Katie."
"Bitch," whispered Marcus. He stood up with a smile and began to walk away. He stopped and looked over his shoulder and said in a rather loud voice, "Just don't sit there, Medea. I thought you were coming to my room." Muffled gasps greeted his pronoucement. Marcus turned and without looking to see if she was coming, made his way down the corridor.
He had her naked and on her knees in front of him within minutes. He watched her through narrowed eyes as she sucked his cock. She looked up at his serious face every now and again.
An hour later, Adrian and Terry walked into the room to see Marcus screwing a rather vocal Medea MacDuff in front of the fire.
"Good to see you lads," said Marcus with a lazy grin at the look of shock on both their faces. "Medea is just heating up."
"Marcus," gasped Medea as she watched Adrian and Terry strip off their clothes. She wriggled as she felt Marcus move into her with harder strokes.
"Relax, Medea," said Adrian. "It's not like you haven't shagged all three of us before."
"Just not at the same time," said Terry as he positioned himself in front of the Slytheirn witch.
"Speak for yourself," said Adrian with a snicker as Medea's face went crimson. "Marcus and I had a few threesomes with Medea this summer. Ter, just wait. She loves it."
"Where was I?" asked Terry with surprise.
"France," said Marcus as he bit Medea's earlobe. "Be careful what you wish for," whispered Marcus in her ear just before Terry plunged his erection in her mouth.