14 Days
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Adult ++
Chapters:
15
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8,672
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29
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Day Eleven
14 Days
Title: 14 Days
Author: AureliaFlint
Pairing: Marcus Flint/Persephone Stebbins
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Marcus has a revelation and a restless night.
Day Eleven:
Marcus turned over and sighed restlessly. He looked at the witch who was sprawled beside him. She was lying on her stomach. He dispassionately noted that he had left some marks on her bottom. Medea liked it rough sometimes. He had been ready and willing to oblige her.
When he had slammed into the common room tonight, he had been extremely displeased to see Billy and many of his Slytherin female dormmates sitting around gossiping. By their silence when he walked in on them, he knew that they had been talking about him. Or perhaps one of his mates. The witches had stared at him in appalled silence.
Billy had tried to hang off his arm but he had not been in the mood for her clinginess tonight. What he had wanted was a straight ahead, no-strings-attached shag. He had given Medea a look and went straight to his room. She had followed a not-so-discreet minute later. Where he had proceed to indulge Medea and her penchant for being disciplined. He looked down at the exhausted witch and gave a twisted smile. Merlin, she was very pervy sometimes. That's what he liked about her.
Marcus's grin faded as he remembered what had made him so edgy. He had run into Persephone tonight. Scratch that, Persephone and this pretty boy Ravenclaw. He could not for the life of him remember the Ravenclaw's name. He should remember that prat's name seeing as he had every intention of hexing his balls off in the near future. The prat had been touching Persephone. He had been so angry that he had ignored Persephone when she tried to explain.
Marcus knew that she had no idea what that prat had been after. Marcus knew, seeing as he was pretty much after the same thing. But Persephone had no idea.
Marcus groaned as he ran a hand through his h He He was jealous of that Ravenclaw. He scowled as he admitted that fact to himself. His jealousy had made him act very coldly towards Persephone. She probably hated him now. He had tried to banish the image of Persephone's hurt eyes from his head by fucking Medea's brains out but it had not worked.
"Marcus," asked Medea sleepily as she stretcbesibeside him. "Where are your pervy mates?"
"Sleeping," said Marcus. "It is four in the morning."
"Together?" asked Medea with a smirk.
"Most likely," said Marcus absently. He watched as Medea began to caress his chest.
"Such a waste," said Medea thoughtfully. "Those two beautiful boys have eyes only for each other."
"I'm sure if you ask nicely," said Marcus with a snort. "They would let you cuddle up between them."
"I'd give it a go if I thought I could pry Adrian from Terry long enough to get a wedding ring on my finger," said Medea thoughtfully.
"From Terry?" asked Marcus skeptically.
"Does it matter which one?" asked Medea as she ran her tongue down Marcus's flat stomach and her fingers curled around the soft black hair that surrounded Marcus's groin.
"You will get no wedding ring from me, Medea," said Marcus warningly.
"Do I look daft?" asked Medea with a snort then she lasciviously ran her tongue down the length of his shaft.
"No," said Marcus with a suspicious look.
"I don't want a ring from you, Flint," said Medea softly. "But could I have something else?"
"Keep licking and I'll spank you," promised Marcus as his hand fisted in her hair.
"Hard?" purred Medea. "I've been a naughty girl."
"If you are very good," said Marcus huskily. "I'll let you call me Professor Snape."
Medea's face went scarlet then her lips parted in a soundless moan. "You will?" said Medea hopefully.
After he had indulged another one of Medea's fantasies, Marcus lay beside her wide awake. He should be exhausted and sated. He should be asleep. But he couldn't stop thinking about Persephone. He lay awake trying to make sense of his feelings, which was quite unlike him. On one hand, he had just finished screwing another woman. He did have a slight feeling of guilt about that. On the other hand, he had a suspicion that the longing he had for the Ravenclaw girl could only be assuaged by her. Actually, he missed Persephone. They talked alot when they were together and she actually listened to what he had to say. Maybe, and he was loathe to admit it to himself never mind one of his mates, he was looking for a real relationship rather than a romp between the sheets.
"Fucking hell," thought Marcus sulkily as he tried to go to sleep.
Title: 14 Days
Author: AureliaFlint
Pairing: Marcus Flint/Persephone Stebbins
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Marcus has a revelation and a restless night.
Day Eleven:
Marcus turned over and sighed restlessly. He looked at the witch who was sprawled beside him. She was lying on her stomach. He dispassionately noted that he had left some marks on her bottom. Medea liked it rough sometimes. He had been ready and willing to oblige her.
When he had slammed into the common room tonight, he had been extremely displeased to see Billy and many of his Slytherin female dormmates sitting around gossiping. By their silence when he walked in on them, he knew that they had been talking about him. Or perhaps one of his mates. The witches had stared at him in appalled silence.
Billy had tried to hang off his arm but he had not been in the mood for her clinginess tonight. What he had wanted was a straight ahead, no-strings-attached shag. He had given Medea a look and went straight to his room. She had followed a not-so-discreet minute later. Where he had proceed to indulge Medea and her penchant for being disciplined. He looked down at the exhausted witch and gave a twisted smile. Merlin, she was very pervy sometimes. That's what he liked about her.
Marcus's grin faded as he remembered what had made him so edgy. He had run into Persephone tonight. Scratch that, Persephone and this pretty boy Ravenclaw. He could not for the life of him remember the Ravenclaw's name. He should remember that prat's name seeing as he had every intention of hexing his balls off in the near future. The prat had been touching Persephone. He had been so angry that he had ignored Persephone when she tried to explain.
Marcus knew that she had no idea what that prat had been after. Marcus knew, seeing as he was pretty much after the same thing. But Persephone had no idea.
Marcus groaned as he ran a hand through his h He He was jealous of that Ravenclaw. He scowled as he admitted that fact to himself. His jealousy had made him act very coldly towards Persephone. She probably hated him now. He had tried to banish the image of Persephone's hurt eyes from his head by fucking Medea's brains out but it had not worked.
"Marcus," asked Medea sleepily as she stretcbesibeside him. "Where are your pervy mates?"
"Sleeping," said Marcus. "It is four in the morning."
"Together?" asked Medea with a smirk.
"Most likely," said Marcus absently. He watched as Medea began to caress his chest.
"Such a waste," said Medea thoughtfully. "Those two beautiful boys have eyes only for each other."
"I'm sure if you ask nicely," said Marcus with a snort. "They would let you cuddle up between them."
"I'd give it a go if I thought I could pry Adrian from Terry long enough to get a wedding ring on my finger," said Medea thoughtfully.
"From Terry?" asked Marcus skeptically.
"Does it matter which one?" asked Medea as she ran her tongue down Marcus's flat stomach and her fingers curled around the soft black hair that surrounded Marcus's groin.
"You will get no wedding ring from me, Medea," said Marcus warningly.
"Do I look daft?" asked Medea with a snort then she lasciviously ran her tongue down the length of his shaft.
"No," said Marcus with a suspicious look.
"I don't want a ring from you, Flint," said Medea softly. "But could I have something else?"
"Keep licking and I'll spank you," promised Marcus as his hand fisted in her hair.
"Hard?" purred Medea. "I've been a naughty girl."
"If you are very good," said Marcus huskily. "I'll let you call me Professor Snape."
Medea's face went scarlet then her lips parted in a soundless moan. "You will?" said Medea hopefully.
After he had indulged another one of Medea's fantasies, Marcus lay beside her wide awake. He should be exhausted and sated. He should be asleep. But he couldn't stop thinking about Persephone. He lay awake trying to make sense of his feelings, which was quite unlike him. On one hand, he had just finished screwing another woman. He did have a slight feeling of guilt about that. On the other hand, he had a suspicion that the longing he had for the Ravenclaw girl could only be assuaged by her. Actually, he missed Persephone. They talked alot when they were together and she actually listened to what he had to say. Maybe, and he was loathe to admit it to himself never mind one of his mates, he was looking for a real relationship rather than a romp between the sheets.
"Fucking hell," thought Marcus sulkily as he tried to go to sleep.