The Last Man on Earth

The Last Man on Earth

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Chapter 27: The Argument

“Merlin,” said Katie while waving her hands. “I cannot believe you did such a daft thing, you…you…Slytherin!”

“Why did you say Slytherin like it was a bad thing,” shouted Marcus back at Katie. They were under the Quidditch Pitch stands. Gryffindor had just played Ravenclaw and Marcus had tried to ensure that Ravenclaw won.

“What do you people have against Harry Potter,” shouted Katie. “Impersonating a Dementor? Whose daft idea was that?”

“Malfoy,” said Marcus sulkily.

“Oh please,” said Katie sarcastically. “Like any of those lads would ever do anything you haven’t approved first. Do you think I’m daft?”

“Well,” said Marcus desperately while he searched his mind for something to distract her. “You slept with Roger Davies at Quidditch camp!”

“Is that ever a lame comeback,” said Katie as she shook her head. “I told you about Davies.”

“You did not,” said Marcus heatedly as his temper started to boil. “You mentioned Diggory and Wood by name but not Davies.”

“So,” said Katie. “That was last summer!”

“Yesterday,” said Marcus with a glare. “He told me with details.”

“What?” gasped Katie. “That prat! How did he know about you?”

“Someone in Ravenclaw saw us in the library,” said Marcus.

“We are always in the library,” said Katie nervously.

“No,” said Marcus with a raised eyebrow. “They SAW us in the library.”

“Oh no,” said Katie as she turned scarlet red. “It’s going to be all over Hogwarts by tomorrow. Davies is such a gossip.”

“Davies will not be saying anything,” said Marcus confidently. “Why else did you think I pulled this prank?”

“That is not an excuse,” said Katie icily. She turned to leave.

Marcus pulled her back by the hand.

“Where do you think you are going,” said Marcus aggressively.

“Back to Gryffindor,” said Katie coolly. “I have a victory to celebrate.”

“No you aren’t,” said Marcus as he pinned her against a support strut. “I haven’t seen you in nearly a week.”

“Do you really think I’m going to take care of that,” said Katie as she gestured to his crotch. “Then you have another thing coming.”

Marcus rubbed his stiffening penis against her roughly. His dark eyes were flashing. “Yes,” growled Marcus. “I’ll be coming all right.”

Katie turned away again and Marcus pulled her back again. He claimed her mouth in a hungry, angry kiss. Katie bit his lower lip. But Marcus kissed her again. He pulled her head back by her ponytail and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. Katie struggled as Marcus devoured her mouth. She could taste his blood from where she bit him on the lip.

Katie grabbed his hair and pulled him roughly to her. Their kisses were aggressive and hungry. Katie pulled away so she could breathe. Marcus pulled her back a second later and thrust his tongue into her mouth again. His hands were grasping her shoulders. One hand snaked down and palmed her mound through her pants.

“I bet you are soaking wet,” said Marcus through his teeth. His fingers rubbed against her. “In fact, I know you are wet and hot for me.”

Katie panted and arched her pelvis into the now thick and hard bulge in his pants.

“Still angry with me,” growled Marcus.

“Yes,” hissed Katie.

“Are you going to fuck me anyway,” asked Marcus heatedly.

“Oh yes,” panted Katie just before she thrust her tongue down his throat.

“Good thing,” growled Marcus. “You took off your Quidditch gear.” Marcus pushed her to the ground and threw himself on top of her. He parted her knees with a muscled thigh and tossed her skirt up. Katie gave a startled gasp when he ripped her pants off and threw them over his shoulder. He ripped open her shirt impatiently as Katie writhed underneath him, her hands underneath his jumper. Marcus claimed her mouth in another hungry kiss.

Katie thought he tasted like passion, hot and burning. He grabbed her head again as their tongues dueled. Katie dug her nails into his back as she pressed him closer. Marcus could feel the anger and the lust in her kiss. It sent his temperature soaring. He broke off the kiss to rise to his knees in between her spread thighs. He eyed her wanton pose with barely concealed lust. She was lying on the ground panting amidst her torn clothing and her hot core open and exposed to him.

Marcus impatiently tore at the opening to his trousers and thrust them down to expose his throbbing red, weeping penis to Katie’s languorous eyes. He rubbed himself teasingly against her wetness until Katie gave a low growl in her throat. Then he drove himself into her with a hard thrust. He covered her body with his own as he thrust into her hard and fast.

Katie moaned helpless as Marcus drilled her into the ground. She wanted him so badly even when he made her angry. This need for him sometimes frightened her with its intensity.

“Only you do this for me,” panted Marcus. His hips moved faster as he reached down to rub at her sensitive nub. Katie gave a cry of passion when his fingers found her. They moved together harder and faster over and over again. Katie clenched her eyes tightly closed when she felt herself shatter into a million pieces. She gasped his name as her body shook. Katie could feel his body tense over hers a minute later he poured his passion into her.

Marcus panted hard on top of her soft body. He could feel her heart thumping against his chest. Katie’s hands stole around his neck as she raised her swollen mouth to kiss his throat. Marcus raised his head a few minutes later. He was still inside her. He grasped her chin in his fingers and made her look at him.

“You are mine,” said Marcus gruffly. “Even when we are fighting. You are still mine.”

“When you are inside me Marcus,” whispered Katie. “You are a part of me. You are mine too.”

“Yes,” said Marcus heatedly. Katie gasped when she felt him stir to life inside her sheath. She moaned as his penis stiffened then started to move in her again. She arched her back because she wanted him, again. Amidst the smell of the earth and their passion, they made love again.

The Potions Corridor: Later that afternoon:

“Higgs,” said Alicia coolly. “Have you seen Katie.”

“No,” said Terry as he gave Alicia a tense look. This was the first time she had spoken to him in weeks.

“Well,” said Alicia as she focused her attention on the wall above Terrence’s head. “I need to speak to her. It is an emergency. Could you look in your room, please.”

“Okay,” said Terry with an equally impassive gaze. “Wait for me here.”

Terry came back a moment later. “They aren’t there.”

“Where could they be,” fretted Alicia.

“Have you checked the broom shed,” said Terry.

“Show me,” said Alicia impatiently.

As they made their way to the shed, Terrence gave Alicia a sidelong look.

“What’s wrong,” said Terry.

“Someone saw them in library,” said Alicia fretfully. “And the gossip is spreading like wildfire.”

“She’s his tutor,” said Terry with a frown.

“No,” said Alicia, as she looked Terry in the eye for the first time. “They SAW them in library. They were...you know.”

“And Marcus said he would be discreet,” said Terry irritably. “Shagging in the library is not discreet. Now Billy is going to find out.”

“Why would Bletchley care,” said Alicia with a frown.

“Are you kidding me,” said Terry. “Billy has her china patterns picked out for her and Marcus’s wedding.”

“He is cheating on Katie,” said an outraged Alicia.

“Are you mad,” said Terry. “He’s fucking mad for Bell. Billy has deluded herself into thinking Marcus is going to marry her. She will go absolutely barmy when she finds out about Katie. Marcus was afraid of this.”

“I thought he wanted to keep it a secret,” said Alicia with a puzzled frown.

“He doesn’t care if everyone knows about Katie,” said Terry. “He just doesn’t want Billy to try and hurt Katie. Billy is capable of it.”

“That cow,” said Alicia. “I heard she was shagging half of Ravenclaw anyway. What does she want with Katie’s man?”

“I heard them arguing after the game,” said Terry. “They probably moved it to the broom shed later.”

“Moved what,” asked Alicia. She blushed when Higgs gave her an are-you-kidding-me look.

Just before they reached the shed, Terry grabbed her hand. Alicia tried to pull her hand away but Higgs pulled her closer and whispered against her mouth.

“Don’t I get a reward,” asked Terry with passionate eyes.

“No,” said Alicia firmly but she licked her lips helplessly when Terry moved an inch closer. “Do all Slytherins need incentive to do the decent thing?”

“Yes,” said Terrence with a nod. He kissed her trembling mouth gently and softly. He could feel her mouth soften so he deepened the kiss. A long heated minute later, Alicia pulled away from him.

“Thank-you,” said Alicia with unreadable eyes. She knocked on the door of the shed.

Later, on the way to Gryffindor Tower, Alicia\'s face was still red for a number of reasons. First off, Flint answered the door practically naked. When he turned around to get Katie, his back had been covered in red scratches. Both Terry and Alicia exchanged snickers and knowing smiles. Second, she vividly recalled the kiss he had given her a few moments ago. Alicia determinedly rid her mind of any thoughts of Terrence Higgs. He was not going to fool her again. No matter how much she wanted him.

The Slytherin Dungeons:

“You have to be fucking mad,” screeched Billy. “Flint is fucking Katie Bell!”

The Slytherin common room ground to a halt as everyone turned and stared at Billy.

“That slag,” said Billy through her teeth. “That absolute whore.”

“Bletchley,” said Marcus icily. “Katie Bell is my girlfriend. She is not a whore nor is she a slag.”

Every eye in the Slytherin common room turned to look at Marcus. He was standing in the entrance with an aristocratic demeanor.

“And I assure you,” drawled Marcus. “My intentions towards my girlfriend are strictly honorable.” In upper class Slytherin code, Marcus just declared to Slytherin House that he intended to one day marry Katie.

Billy turned red then white as the importance of his words sunk in. “Over my dead and buried body,” vowed Billy to herself as she turned and stalked off to her room. She was going to make Katie Bell wish she had never been born.