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Adult ++
Chapters:
15
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14 Days Epilogue
14 Days: Epilogue
Title: 14 Days
Author: AureliaFlint
Pairing: Marcus Flint/Persephone Stebbins
Rating: NC-17
Flint Manor: Six Months Later:
Marcus looked up into the clear blue sky and frowned. He spent the morning flying over the grounds until he exhausted himself. He wasn’t looking forward to tonight. He was going to Persephone’s home in Cambridge for her leaving party. He knew that her parents did not like him. Funnily enough, it had nothing to do with the fact he was fucking their daughter’s brains out on a regular basis. It had every thing to do with the fact that he came from an old Wizarding family.
Persephone’s parents were both academics. They wrote books about magical theory. Her brother was a potions master for a research facility. His wife was a poet. Her family was appalled by him. Marcus’s lips twitched in wry amusement. For the first time in lif life being a pureblood was a bad thing. Her father called him a ‘typical product of the ruling class’ whatever the fuck that meant. When Persephone’s mother asked him what his mother did that first time he met them, she was shocked by his answer. Marcus told her his mother shopped, gave parties and then shopped some more. She was not amused. Neither was Persephone. Honestly, he was just trying to make a joke to liven up the sheer earnestness of everyone in that house. Persephone’s primness turned him on. Unfortunately, he had no idea that the entire family was that way.
Marcus also felt a touch guilty. He was not exactly heartbroken to see Persephone leave on her Potions course. He liked her, he truly did. She was a typical Ravenclaw, always wanting to learn new things. Fortunately, this trait extended to the bedroom. Although, there were certain areas that were a no go area, in particular, anal sex which was disappointing to him. He frowned guiltily. Honestly, it wasn’t his fault he still had a go or two once and awhile with Medea MacDuff. Medea had no forbidden zones.
Ironically, his parent had no problem with Persephone even with her grandfather being a Cambridge don and a full muggle to boot. His father had only wagged his finger at him one morning when he was smuggling Persephone down the stairs at dawn. Persephone had been mortified.
His mother had puzzled her, as well. She couldn’t understand that his mother liked her life even though she ‘didn’t do anything.’ When he had red ted that she didn’t need to do anything seeing as his mother was an heiress of a large fortune. Persephone had hit him. He still had not a clue why. His father had Persephone tongue tied even before he had caught them that morning. Eventually he had wormed it out of her that she found his father to be very attractive. She had not even bothered to add the phrase: ‘for an older man.’ It was disconcerting to know that your girlfriend thought your father was gorgeous. That was her word for him. Gorgeous. Gods.
Marcus had asked once whether her parents were upset that she spent so many nights with him. Persephone had laughed and said that they thought it was healthy that she waplorploring her sexuality. Merlin. Marcus knew his father was aware that he had an active sex life. His father was aware that Marcus knew he knew. They both were aware that Natalya did not know. But Gods, they didn’t bloody well talk about it aloud. Or Merlin forbid, share sex tips like Persephone’s mother! Honestly, her parents were strange. Persephone called them hippies, whatever that was.
Persephone was also very independent. He had tried to take her to a few balls over the summer but she had refused. She said some nonsense about the ruling classes. He contented himself with shagging her in his mother’s rose garden instead. Occasionally, he went to a ball or two alone to see his mates.
Marcus si and and rubbed his eyes wearily. There it was in a nutshell. Persephone did not need him. She would never be the type of witch that would allow herself to need someone else. Marcus wanted to be needed. He wanted to be an essential part of someone’s life. That someone was not Persephone. They both knew it. They had both known it for weeks. Tonight was not going to be a sad occasion. He and Persephone had broken up three days ago. They had said their goodbyes already. He wondered if he could persuade Adrian to come with him. Helena was going to be there, too. He got up and brushed off his trousers. He knew he coult Adt Ade to come with him seeing as Terry was in France and Adrian was lonely. Marcus turned towards the manor and smiled as he saw his mother wave to him from the French doors of her sitting room. He waved back.
Title: 14 Days
Author: AureliaFlint
Pairing: Marcus Flint/Persephone Stebbins
Rating: NC-17
Flint Manor: Six Months Later:
Marcus looked up into the clear blue sky and frowned. He spent the morning flying over the grounds until he exhausted himself. He wasn’t looking forward to tonight. He was going to Persephone’s home in Cambridge for her leaving party. He knew that her parents did not like him. Funnily enough, it had nothing to do with the fact he was fucking their daughter’s brains out on a regular basis. It had every thing to do with the fact that he came from an old Wizarding family.
Persephone’s parents were both academics. They wrote books about magical theory. Her brother was a potions master for a research facility. His wife was a poet. Her family was appalled by him. Marcus’s lips twitched in wry amusement. For the first time in lif life being a pureblood was a bad thing. Her father called him a ‘typical product of the ruling class’ whatever the fuck that meant. When Persephone’s mother asked him what his mother did that first time he met them, she was shocked by his answer. Marcus told her his mother shopped, gave parties and then shopped some more. She was not amused. Neither was Persephone. Honestly, he was just trying to make a joke to liven up the sheer earnestness of everyone in that house. Persephone’s primness turned him on. Unfortunately, he had no idea that the entire family was that way.
Marcus also felt a touch guilty. He was not exactly heartbroken to see Persephone leave on her Potions course. He liked her, he truly did. She was a typical Ravenclaw, always wanting to learn new things. Fortunately, this trait extended to the bedroom. Although, there were certain areas that were a no go area, in particular, anal sex which was disappointing to him. He frowned guiltily. Honestly, it wasn’t his fault he still had a go or two once and awhile with Medea MacDuff. Medea had no forbidden zones.
Ironically, his parent had no problem with Persephone even with her grandfather being a Cambridge don and a full muggle to boot. His father had only wagged his finger at him one morning when he was smuggling Persephone down the stairs at dawn. Persephone had been mortified.
His mother had puzzled her, as well. She couldn’t understand that his mother liked her life even though she ‘didn’t do anything.’ When he had red ted that she didn’t need to do anything seeing as his mother was an heiress of a large fortune. Persephone had hit him. He still had not a clue why. His father had Persephone tongue tied even before he had caught them that morning. Eventually he had wormed it out of her that she found his father to be very attractive. She had not even bothered to add the phrase: ‘for an older man.’ It was disconcerting to know that your girlfriend thought your father was gorgeous. That was her word for him. Gorgeous. Gods.
Marcus had asked once whether her parents were upset that she spent so many nights with him. Persephone had laughed and said that they thought it was healthy that she waplorploring her sexuality. Merlin. Marcus knew his father was aware that he had an active sex life. His father was aware that Marcus knew he knew. They both were aware that Natalya did not know. But Gods, they didn’t bloody well talk about it aloud. Or Merlin forbid, share sex tips like Persephone’s mother! Honestly, her parents were strange. Persephone called them hippies, whatever that was.
Persephone was also very independent. He had tried to take her to a few balls over the summer but she had refused. She said some nonsense about the ruling classes. He contented himself with shagging her in his mother’s rose garden instead. Occasionally, he went to a ball or two alone to see his mates.
Marcus si and and rubbed his eyes wearily. There it was in a nutshell. Persephone did not need him. She would never be the type of witch that would allow herself to need someone else. Marcus wanted to be needed. He wanted to be an essential part of someone’s life. That someone was not Persephone. They both knew it. They had both known it for weeks. Tonight was not going to be a sad occasion. He and Persephone had broken up three days ago. They had said their goodbyes already. He wondered if he could persuade Adrian to come with him. Helena was going to be there, too. He got up and brushed off his trousers. He knew he coult Adt Ade to come with him seeing as Terry was in France and Adrian was lonely. Marcus turned towards the manor and smiled as he saw his mother wave to him from the French doors of her sitting room. He waved back.