Her Favourite Fantasy
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
7,098
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Fantasy life begins
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The lyrics are by the fantastic group Portishead.
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“So tired of playing with this bow and arrow
Gonna give my heart away, leave it to the other girls to play…”
“Glory Box” by Portishead (written by G. Barrow/ B. Gibbons/ A. Utley) from the album “Dummy” (1994)
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Watching Sirius racing about the garden, his shaggy hair blowing in his face, she felt that he would be energetic, adventurous. Wanting to try new things, new positions. She could imagine him slipping a length of silk around her wrist as he bound her to the bed. Another length of silk would veil her eyes as he tasted her from the arch of her throat all the way down to the instep of her foot, his rough tongue sliding against her skin all the while. She gave a little whimper, as she could almost feel the cool sliding of silk and the coarseness of his tongue on her skin. Gulping hard, she poured herself a glass of water and drank it down all at once.
Outside, Remus had been coaxed into running about the yard with Sirius. It looked like they would play rugby – Remus had a ball tucked under his arm, balanced against his hip, as he waited for Sirius to pull his shirt off. Tonks sighed. Sirius’ arms and shoulders were well-formed but not too muscular. His chest was wide through the ribs then tapered at the waist. A fine matting of dark hair covered his chest. His pants had slipped down a little, revealing the pale expanse of flesh at his hips and the small of his back. She could see the fine ridge of his spine and the flaring of his shoulder blades. She tried to imagine again those sinewy arms around her, the strong hands pressing her down beneath him as his mouth roamed over her stomach, her breasts, and her collarbone. She could almost feel his tongue as his head dipped lower and lower. Suddenly, the ball banged into the house, right beside the window, startling her from her reverie. Feeling the fiery flush burning her face, Tonks dropped to her knee, to get out of sight. A moment later, she rose and peered out the window again. The game had resumed. Sirius was tossing the ball back and forth to Remus, as lithe and graceful as a dancer.
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“So tired of playing with this bow and arrow
Gonna give my heart away, leave it to the other girls to play…”
“Glory Box” by Portishead (written by G. Barrow/ B. Gibbons/ A. Utley) from the album “Dummy” (1994)
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Watching Sirius racing about the garden, his shaggy hair blowing in his face, she felt that he would be energetic, adventurous. Wanting to try new things, new positions. She could imagine him slipping a length of silk around her wrist as he bound her to the bed. Another length of silk would veil her eyes as he tasted her from the arch of her throat all the way down to the instep of her foot, his rough tongue sliding against her skin all the while. She gave a little whimper, as she could almost feel the cool sliding of silk and the coarseness of his tongue on her skin. Gulping hard, she poured herself a glass of water and drank it down all at once.
Outside, Remus had been coaxed into running about the yard with Sirius. It looked like they would play rugby – Remus had a ball tucked under his arm, balanced against his hip, as he waited for Sirius to pull his shirt off. Tonks sighed. Sirius’ arms and shoulders were well-formed but not too muscular. His chest was wide through the ribs then tapered at the waist. A fine matting of dark hair covered his chest. His pants had slipped down a little, revealing the pale expanse of flesh at his hips and the small of his back. She could see the fine ridge of his spine and the flaring of his shoulder blades. She tried to imagine again those sinewy arms around her, the strong hands pressing her down beneath him as his mouth roamed over her stomach, her breasts, and her collarbone. She could almost feel his tongue as his head dipped lower and lower. Suddenly, the ball banged into the house, right beside the window, startling her from her reverie. Feeling the fiery flush burning her face, Tonks dropped to her knee, to get out of sight. A moment later, she rose and peered out the window again. The game had resumed. Sirius was tossing the ball back and forth to Remus, as lithe and graceful as a dancer.