Magical Mugwort

I had lost track of the time somewhere after the fifth round of drinks. Between the food, the drink, the conversation, and many laughs, I was having an incredibly good time. And while my tolerance for alcohol was quite high, even I had gotten quite tipsy after one hard drink after another. Oliver was actually a little worse off than I was. While he kept himself upright well enough, I could see that he was letting loose.

He was a most intriguing dinner partner, I'd decided. As he told me stories of his days at Hogwarts, and then stories of his Quidditch games, I had listened and learned that he was a very dedicated man. Apparently he had been a bit of a hard-ass as Quidditch captain back at school, but that's why the team had got on so well. And now that he was in the league, even as a back up, it was those hard-headed ways of his that kept him noticed and running.

Oliver was funny, intelligent, courteous, and a wonderful companion. As the drinks loosened us up, we both began slipping in the tell-tale flirtations: subtle touches, a hand on hand, or examining the palm of the hand, suggestive gazes, and innuendos even the blind, deaf and dumb could read. I was forgetting my current problems and enjoying the company of a man who I knew would not be complicated.

We stumbled out of the Leaky Cauldron sometime much later, holding onto one another and laughing. The world felt free and beautiful, free from worry and tension, and there was just the two of us in it. I somehow managed to hail us a cab and we unsteadily climbed in.

In the darkness of the cab, I found myself staring at him, at the way the streetlamps caused shadows to play across his face, highlighting certain angles and leaving others in sharp relief. His hair was slightly tousled now, his cheeks flushed with drink. I leaned closer towards him, keeping my behavior relatively well-behaved.

“So have I distracted you properly, Maggie?” he asked, a grin on his lips.

Taking his hand in mine, I gently ran my fingers over his. The warmth that was growing inside of me filled my cheeks, but it also sent yearning tendrils down into lower parts of me. Returning the grin, I replied, “Oh... you have done so marvelously, Oliver. I am quite glad to have met up with you tonight.”

Oliver raised his other hand to my cheek, gently outlining my lips. I leaned into his caress, grateful to be with a man who wanted nothing more than what we both had on our minds. I could feel the strength in his touch, and when he slid his hand down to remove the wrap that was barely hanging onto my shoulders, I practically purred in contentment.

“Excellent,” he said, staring hard into my eyes.

“Well, you are quite a distraction,” I smirked. “Have been since that first day I met you.”

He leaned in a little closer, and I could feel his breath warming my face. “Maggie,” he said quietly.

“Yes?”

He licked his lips once, then shifted so his lips were close to my ear. “Would it be terribly out of line of me to tell you what I'm thinking about doing to you?” he whispered.

That brought a smile to my face, and I slid a hand to his knee. I whispered against his ear, “Only if it had nothing to do with what I'm thinking of doing to you.”

Oliver made a low sound that sent a shiver down my back and made my chest tighten. As his hand caressed my back, he brought his lips so close to my ear but did not touch. “Would it have anything to do with ripping off your clothes and kissing every square inch of your body?”

Heat was pooling between my legs, a sensual tingle that made me squirm ever so slightly. I rubbed my cheek against his, ever so lightly running my hand up his thigh and feeling how muscular he was. “Actually, it had more to do with me tying you down to my bed and riding you until you screamed my name and woke my entire building,” I replied just as softly. “But that's only after I pressed my naked body against yours and slowly tortured your cock until you begged me to give you release.”

I felt the change in his breathing as it quickened. As his body shifted ever so slightly, I knew that all his blood was rushing towards one place. Oliver chuckled against my ear, fingers massaging my back and slowly tugging at my shirt. “You have a naughty mouth on you, lass,” he growled. “I think I may have to put that mouth to some good work.”

I grinned wickedly to myself. If I wasn't mistaken, Oliver fancied himself a dominant and he wanted me for a submissive. But how can one dominant be a sub for another dom?

“Hmmm.” I squeezed his thigh, edging closer towards his groin but not getting close enough to allow myself to touch him. “I suppose you think that I'll be the good girl, do whatever you want me to do, is that it?”

His lips brushed against my ear as his fingers began sliding up my shirt, caressing my back. “I'm sure you're not used to playin' tha game, are ye,” he said. “You're a very self-assured girl.”

I brought his face to mine, our eyes locked. The heat that was emanating from his dark eyes echoed the same in mine, and for a moment his expression changed. “As long as there are no strings attached, I'll play whatever game you like,” I responded, raising my hand to his chest and toying with the fabric. “It's been a long time since I've had anyone who could keep up with me.”

Oliver touched my neck, his fingers sliding through my hair. His lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk. “Oh, so you think that you're going to make me break first, is tha it?”

Shrugging, I replied, “All I'm saying is that I like to be the one in control, and obviously so do you. And if you think that you can make me like being the sub, then you've got your work cut out for you.”

Clutching my hair tightly, Oliver brought his face to mine. “Gods, where have ye been all my life, Maggie?”

As his lips pressed against mine, I inhaled sharply and let him pull my hair. He had beautiful lips that were forceful and full, demanding and giving at the same time. I could taste the alcohol on his breath as his tongue licked at my lips teasingly. I let my hand wander into his hair, keeping him close to me, as his hand slid up my back.

My heart was pounding furiously in my chest, and I felt the alcohol swimming in my system, lightening the mental load of my mind until all that mattered was the present moment. I could feel the way Oliver could dominate with a kiss, and I liked it. For a moment I thought about just surrendering to him, about being the submissive to him just for tonight and seeing what it felt like. But at the same time, that little voice in the back of my mind insisted that I needed to reassert my seat of power and to show him exactly who he was dealing with.

Instead of plundering him, I softened my kiss and very gently touched his cheek. Oliver seemed to sense the change and immediately softened his own approach. Instead of a kiss meant to disarm, the kiss became slow and sensual, raising the heat between us both.

I barely registered the cab slowing down and coming to a stop. When the driver cleared his throat, I slowly pulled away from Oliver. His eyes were practically glowing in the fluorescent lights, and I was sure mine were changing colors.

“Sorry to interrupt, but that's twenty-nine pounds, luv,” the driver said.

I found my money in my purse and gave it to the driver. “Keep the change, dear,” I smiled, watching as he counted it out.

Hurriedly, the driver got out and opened the door for us. As he gave me his hand, the driver gave me a smile. “Thanks very much, luv. Have a pleasant evening.”

“And same to you.”

I grabbed Oliver's hand and we walked hurriedly into my building.

“Is that how you get all the men to do what you like?” he asked cheekily.

Facing him as we made our way towards my flat, I raised an eyebrow. “Well, I haven't overpaid you, have I?”

Reaching for my waist, Oliver met my expression with a similar one. “I haven't done what you like yet, however, have I.”

“Very true. Although I see potential in you.”

Pulling me towards him, Oliver whispered, “It's a promise. I'll have you whimpering for me in no time.”

His words made me shiver with anticipation. I hurriedly unlocked my door, and practically shoved him through. Before I could put down my purse or keys, or even turn on the lights, Oliver grabbed my waist and spun me around so my back was against the door, and his body was covering mine. I looked up at him in gleeful surprise and threw my items to the ground. He gave me a reassuring smile as he took my arms and slid them upwards above my head, leaving me pinned against the door.

“Still all right by you, Maggie?” he whispered hoarsely.

Edging my body closer to his until I could feel his very hard cock, I grinned up at him. “I always like a little rough and tumble. Trust me. I don't break.”

That seemed to be what he'd been waiting for. When Oliver kissed me then, it was with a pressing need that I found exceedingly satisfying. His lips claimed mine, there was no other word for it. And when I tried to move my arms down, his hands tightened their grasp on my wrists. It was oddly erotic, especially at that moment. I moaned against his lips, squirming against his touch.

Oliver murmured against my lips, “You are so beautiful, Maggie.” He kissed me again. “I've wanted to do this to you since I met you.”

When he released my wrists, I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close. As I wallowed in the way his entire body seemed to meld with mine, I replied, “Shut up and do it then.”

With a low growl, Oliver grabbed my shirt and began pulling it over my head. As the fabric fell to the floor, his large, capable hands grabbed my waist, scorching my skin. He kissed my cheek, then began kissing down my face to my neck, each kiss as scorching as the last. I shut my eyes, luxuriating in the feel of it all. Every touch of his was searing, making me heated and wanting him even more. I moaned when I felt his teeth gently nip my neck, careful little bites that made me shiver.

I grabbed his shirt, fingers deftly unfastening the buttons even as we attacked each other. He felt so much stronger than me, that he could do anything. Most of the time my encounters tended to be relaxed, filled with fun and even sweet sometimes. Right now, however, it was just about getting fucked, plain and simple.

As his hands came up to my breasts, I sighed in pleasure. My body was screaming in impatience. His fingers were rough in tweaking my nipples into taut peaks, and it brought a moan from my lips. I shoved his shirt down his arms, and found that his chest was unbelievably toned. I ran my hands over his incredibly muscled arms and felt the strength there.

Needing to contribute my own aggression, I spun him around so that he was against the all. Oliver made a sound of surprise, but it turned to one of pleasure as I kissed his chin and moved my way over to his neck. He smelled so good, so very male, like Brute cologne only different. I let my hands learn the pattern of his chest, fingers lightly brushing over his nipples as I licked his earlobe. He was quite a bit taller than I was, so I had to stretch up on my toes to really gain access to his neck.

Oliver was already reaching down and pulling at my skirt, trying to slide it over my hips. I chuckled and simply pressed myself closer to him in order to thwart his efforts. At the same time, I found his very aroused cock pressing into my belly, straining against his jeans. I couldn't help but teasingly slide over him, earning a loud groan from Oliver as I did so.

“Fuck, Maggie,” he muttered, grabbing my arms as I continued to rub my body against his. “You do like to tease a man, don't you.”

I slid my hands to his waistband, and began fingering the button. “Honey, you've never seen what I can do when I tease a man,” I answered, unzipping his pants and staring into his eyes. “This is me being quite direct.”

Even in the darkness of my flat, I could see the way his eyes were burning and drowning in black. “I like a girl who takes what she wants,” he said, shoving his pants down and allowing his cock to spring free.

I felt his member against me, very hard and very ready to go. I could tell he was well put together, and I was more than ready to have my way with him. Licking my lips, I stroked his cock a few times, earning a low moan from Oliver. But before I could do much more than that, Oliver reached down and bundled my skirt up around my hips and tugged at my panties so hard they ripped. I moaned in arousal, his aggression and forthrightness making me feel warm and tingly.

“Gods, Oliver,” I whispered, licking a line down his chest. It had been a long time since I'd gone so primal, or been with anyone this primal.

“I can't wait anymore,” he growled, grabbing my waist and gently lowering me to the ground.

As I lay down on the hardwood floor, I stared up at him with drunken anticipation. “So forceful,” I purred, as he covered my body with his.

Oliver gazed down at me for a long moment, studying my face. “I haven't heard you complain yet,” he observed.

“And you won't... unless you keep me waiting much longer.”

A smirk touched his lips. Oliver spread my legs and as I felt his cock touch my heated core, I reached for him.

“God, just get inside me,” I whispered.

Oliver was breathing hard. “My pleasure.” And then he shoved his cock inside me without hindrance.

I half-screamed in pleasure at the sudden penetration. I was so hot and wet, that he had had no problems entering. Clutching my nails into his back, I moaned as he began to thrust inside of me, his own body surprisingly steady.

“Oh, gods,” I gasped, suddenly dizzy.

Oliver moaned against me, brushing back my hair from my face as he leaned towards me. He pressed his lips to my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “Maggie,” he groaned. “Oh, gods, you feel good...”

I drug my nails down his back, and earned hiss of pleasure from him, as well as a bite on my neck. Squirming with delight, I gasped for breath and brought a hand to his head, urging him to do it again. Oliver bit again, harder this time. The bit of pain brought the world into sharp relief and I reveled in the sensations that were coursing through my body.

“Harder,” I whispered, though I was non-specific.

Oliver growled against my ear, and bit my neck hard, at the same time thrusting into me with so much force we scooted along the floor several inches. I cried aloud, my entire body shaking with want and desire.

“Oh, god, yes!”

His body kept me in place, his strong arms supporting himself and one hand winding in my hair. As he continued to feast on my neck, I swore I saw stars behind my eyes. So rough, so animal-like, as primitive as one could ask for. We were both animals, and that, at that moment, was exactly what I needed.

Swallowing hard, I wrapped my legs around his waist, enabling him to fall even deeper inside of me than before. I arched my back as he began to strike a hidden spot inside of me, something I had rarely found before. I began to whimper, not from pain but from desire, though the pain of his bites and the force of his thrusts was enough to make me whimper.

Suddenly he kissed me, his lips claiming mine again. I tried to kiss back but was gasping for breath and wanting nothing more than to continue losing myself in our movements. My stomach was already clenching, signals running deep inside of my body. I needed to reach my peak, and soon.

“Oliver,” I gasped out, grabbing his head and running my fingers through his beautiful dark hair. “Oh, gods, Oliver...” Anything else I might have said was lost as I whimpered again.

I looked up at him through half-closed eyes, and found him watching me the same way. He was so attractive in the throes of passion, and obviously skilled in the act in many respects. There was something in his face that touched me, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. It didn't matter, though, when I felt him begin to shudder, his movements becoming quicker and rougher.

“Maggie,” he gasped, still thrusting hard. “I'm... I'm going to... I'm...oh, yes!”

With a loud groan, he suddenly came explosively. Hie entire body went rigid, his muscles straining as he filled me. It was nearly enough to make me reach my climax as well. I cried out as he clutched me to him, the heat between us near to suffocating. It seemed as if he road that climax forever, until finally he began to relax a bit.

I lay there, quite stunned for several moments as we both fought to regain our breathing. Only then did I realize that Oliver was not a small man, and the weight of his body on mine was beginning to restrict my breathing. Still, I held him, my body still quaking with desire. I held his head and kissed his hair, giving him a moment.

Oliver groaned against me, then finally propped himself up. Still regaining his breath, he gave me a half-hearted smile. “Sorry about that,” he said. “Afraid you just felt too damn good.”

I returned his smile, brushing his hair back. “Not to worry. I know I'm that good.”

He grinned, and slowly withdrew from me, causing me to moan at the sudden emptiness. Oliver kissed me gently, and I felt one of his hands sliding down my torso, down my stomach, and towards my still aching center. “You still need a release, though,” he whispered against my lips. “I aim to give you that.”

I swallowed hard as his fingers touched me, and I bucked against his touch. “We've got all night.”

“And I plan to use it all.”