14 Days

14 Days



Title: 14 Days

Author: AureliaFlint

Pairing: Marcus Flint/Persephone Stebbins

Rating: NC-17

Notes:



Day Twelve:



Marcus stood in the shadows waiting for her. He had been sitting on the cold stone floor for hours. Marcus rubbed his eyes wearily. Persephone had to come out to eat sometimes this morning. He had been waiting since five in the morning. He had left Medea sleeping in his bed. He had to speak to the Ravenclaw girl, if only to be able to finally get some sleep. He was wound up too tight to rest.



"Honestly," thought Marcus. "Am I that hot to have her that I have to sit out here for ages? Fucking hell. I hate this. I just can't stop thinking about her."



Marcus stared moodily at the Ravenclaw portrait. After a few minutes, he heard the door open and a herd of Ravenclaws came through the door. Marcus stiffened and waited. Just as he thought she was not in the group, he saw her. She was hanging back and walking quite slowly. Another girl was talking to her and she was listening with a sad expression on her face. Marcus stood up and shook out his cramping muscles. He took a step out of the shadows.



The Ravenclaw girl gasped when she caught sight of the Slytherin captain. Persephone raised her head to see what had caught her friend's attention. She stiffened.



Marcus swallowed nervously as he saw her face. Her eyes were red like she had spent the night crying. A stab of guilt and a small frisson of hope went through him.



"Marcus?"d Ped Persephone with surprise.



"Flint," said her friend with her hands on her hips. "Don't you think you've done enough? Honestly, half the harpies in Ravenclaw have been badgering Persephone because of you. Did you think she needed to hear how many of those witches you have shagged? Then to go all man-like when you see her talking to her Potions research paper partner. Pot meet the cauldron."



"Research paper partner?" said Marcus with chagrin. "I thought you decided to replace me, Persephone." Persephone only looked at him mutely.



"Not bloody likely," snorted her friend as she tossed her head and turned to walk away. "She seems to have lost all common sense where you are concerned, Flint. By the way, make her cry all night again and I'll hex that precious broom of yours."



"Threats?" asked Marcus with a growl.



"Promises," said Persephone's best friend beadily. pattpatted Persephone's back as she left and gave her a significant look.



"Marcus," said Persephone shakily. "What are you doing here?"



"I needed to see you," said Marcus as he looked at her pale face and took a step closer.



"Why?" asked Persephone.



"I don't know," said Marcus as he shifted uncomfortably. He had no idea what to say to her.



"Oh," said Persephone softly as she frowned then stepped away from him.



"Wait," said Marcus with a sigh. He rubbed his eyes and the bridge of his nose. "I was.......jealous."



"Of who?" asked Persephone with surprise.



"That prat who was pawing you," said Marcus with a scowl.



"He's my partner with my research paper," said Persephone with bewilderment. "And if you haven't noticed, he's been my potions lab partner for three years."



"He fancies you," said Marcus stonily. "The way I fancy you. I was just frustrated that night. I didn't mean to imply that all I wanted from you was a shag. I told you the truth. I want you very badly. I think about you all the time."



"Oh," said Persephone. Her face broke out in a tentative smile. "Those girls were being catty to me. Helena, my friend who just left, said that they were jealous that you took me to Hogsmeade. But they did say something that got me quite upset because it has a ring of truth in it."



"What?" asked Marcus warily.



"After you sleep with me , are you going to dump me and go back to Billy?" asked Persephone a touch tearfully.



"What?"



"Everyone says it's true," said Persephone passionately. "You may have flings with other witches but you always go back to Billy. Plus you make sure that we are never near her in any way. It's like you deliberately try to avoid her. Are you going to do what everyone says you always do? Go back to Billy?"



"No," said Marcus with a shake of his head. "Never. I try to avoid her all the time because the daft bint refuses to be broken up with. My mates know about you and, as you told me, they try to make sure Billy doesn't find us out. She's a bit mad. I know that I have done a runner back to Billy in the past but I am done with all her melodrama."



"Oh," said Persephone thoughtfully.



"Do you want to try again?" asked Marcus tentatively.



"Do you?" asked the Ravenclaw girl hesitantly.



"Yes," said Marcus.



"I do too," said Persephone as she blushed then swayed on her feet. Marcus reached out to steady her.



'What's wrong?" asked Marcus.



"I'm tired," said Persephone.



"So am I," said Marcus with a sigh.



"I should go back to sleep," said Persephone sleepily.



"Why don't you come back to my room and sleep?" said Marcus impulsively. "It is Sunday."



"Okay," said Persephone as she looked at Marcus. His eyes were blood shot and he looked exhausted. In his room, she could sleep undisturbed. Many of her fellow Ravenclaws had seen them talking in the corridor. If she went up to the Tower. She would be unable to get a rest. She gave a pleased smile when Marcus took her hand and led her towards the dungeons. She had actually been on her way to see Marcus when she saw him outside her Tower. Her heart had jumped with pleasure when she saw him.



Marcus gave a heart felt sigh of relief as he took Persephone back to his room. He was bone deep tired but he had his prize. So he was going to have to kiss that prat, Woody. Marcus was slightly resigned to it. He wondered if he could punch Wood out cold then kiss him. Would it count?



Halfway to the dungeons, Marcus remembered who he had left sleeping in his bed. He began to look around for a familiar face. Gods, he hoped Adrian was up early for once in his life. As they got closer to the Slytherin entrance, Marcus began to think frantically. He was about to open his mouth just outside the entrance when Ter came through. Thank Merlin, he had no idea what plan he was going to pull out of his arse.



"Terry," said Marcus intently as Higgs looked at him with amusement. He eyed Marcus and Persephone's jd had hands with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.



"Marcus," said Ter smoothly.



"Is the room...presentable for visitors?" asked Marcus through clenched teeth.



Terry scowled then shrugged.



"Are you sure," said Marcus as he gave Terry his death glare.



"Merlin," said Terry as he sighed. "Yes. Adrian's overnight guest left." He emphasized the word 'Adrian' with a smirk.



"Good," said Marcus briskly. As he ushered a suddenly shy Persephone into his room, he smiled at the way she refused to look at the beds.



"I just want to sleep," said Marcus softly.



"I know," said Persephone with a nervous laugh. She started to walk hesitantly towards the fire. Marcus took the opportunity to quickly cast a refreshing charm on his bed while her back was turned. He coaxed the nervous girl towards the bed with a snicker.



"I'm not going to ravish you where you stand, love," said Marcus. "I'm too tired."



Persephone relaxed and allowed Marcus to take her shoes off and wrap them both in his duvet. She sighed and closed her eyes as she was lulled to sleep by the sound of his even breathing and the feel of his arms around her.



Many hours later, Marcus woke up sleepily and shifted as he looked down into her sleeping face. He buried his face in her hair and pulled her closer. He was very warm and extremely comfortable.



Late that afternoon, Persephone woke with a start and then relaxed as she realized where she was. She watched him sleep with facination. The normally harsh planes of his face were softened. And he had very long eyelashes. Persephone jumped when she noticed Marcus's eyes were open.



They lay there together in a warm cocoon behind the closed bedcurtains. One of Marcus's mates must have closed them when they were sleeping. Marcus lowered his mouth tentativly but Persephone pulled him down for a deeper kiss. They ed sed slowly and languidly. The kisses began to heat up as Marcus slanted his mouth demandingly over her lips. Her lips softened as she began to respond to his hungry kisses.



Persephone could barely comprehend what happened next. One minute they were softly kissing. The next minute she was silently helping him tug off her clothes. She softly moaned as she felt his overheated naked frame settle itself against her soft curves. She arched into his hands as he lightly traced her torso with his fingertips. She moaned as he kissed his way down her body and under the bedcovers. She gasped as his hot mouth settled in between her legs and he licked her soft pussy. She shrieked when the waves of hot pleasure flooded over her body. She wriggled under his clever mouth minutes later when his head dipped to continue his delicate torture. Her lower belly throbbed with excitement and she pulled him up her body to kiss him. She sucked on his tongue when he plunged it into her mouth. Persephone could feel him throbbing against her belly. He was very hard.



Marcus reached down to wank off against her stomach. He moaned when her soft hand wrapped around his cock before he could. He groaned as he thrust against her hand. He stilled when she pushed the head of his stiff erection down to lie in her wet cleft. Marcus looked into her passion-filled dark slumberous eyes.



"I can wait," said Marcus intently.



"I want to," whispered Persephone.



Marcus nodded then reached under his pillow for his wand. Persephone's face went rosy as he performed the contraceptus charm. She had forgotten in the heat of the moment. She trembled as he pulled her legs further apart and settled his weight in the cradle of her thighs. Her heart pounded with a mixture of fear and excitement as he ran the head of his erection up and down her cleft. She moaned he rubbed her clitoris as well.



"Look at me," whispered Marcus. Persephone looked up into his dark blue eyes and gave a shocked cry as he surged into her with a twist of his hips. She stiffened as she felt him enter her sheath with a strong, relentless thrust that rendered her virginity gone before she could quite comprehend it. A sharp pain went through her frame as she tried to wriggle away from him but he was too heavy and too deep inside her.



"Marcus," moaned Persephone in a small voice. "It hurts."



"I know," groaned Marcus. He was trying to remain still inside her but it was hard. She was deliciously tight and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her fast and hard. But he couldn't.



"Please," begged Persephone. "It hurts."



"It will hurt less in a moment," said Marcus tightly as he smoothed her hair away from her face in a soothing gesture. He swallowed. She was crying.



"Marcus," said Persephone tearfully. "It's too big."



"Shhh," said Marcus as he began to rock his hips slowly.



Persephone trembled as she watched him close his eyes and begin to pull out of her. She winced then moaned in protest when he slid back inside her sheath. He moved in and out of her with long slow thrusts. Persephone lifted her knees to hug the sides of his body and sighed. It seemed to relieve a bit of the pressure. She licked her lips and moaned as he began to move faster. He felt absolutely enormous inside of her. She felt like she was stretched wide open. But the sharp pain had faded.



Marcus felt like his heart was going to burst. She felt so good. She was so tight and hot. His hips began to move faster. He knew he was going to come soon. He groaned as a burst of pleasure washed over him.



Persephone panted as he moved inside her harder and faster. She clutched at his arms as watcwatched his face. His face was flushed. She returned his kisses when he dipped his head and began to feed on her mouth. Her eyes widened when he began to cry out her name. She felt him stiffen on top of her then his entire body jerked and she could feel a burst of warmth deep inside her. When he collapsed on her body a scant second later, she put her arms around him and smiled dreamily up at the canopy. It had hurt far more than she had expected but Persephone felt the pain was worth it. She felt closer to him than she had ever before.



Marcus rolled half off of Persephone and held her close.



"I'm sorry I hurt you," said Marcus in a low, intimate voice. He stroked her hip soothingly.



"It did hurt," said Persephone shyly.



"No regrets?" asked Marcus as he stroked her skin possessively.



"No," whispered Persephone as she held her face up for his kiss.



"Good," said Marcus as he kissed her swollen mouth gently. He had been right. She had been worth the wait.