The Last Man on Earth

The Last Man on Earth

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and am merely taking them out for a spin.

Chapter 50: Blue Eyes

The Slytherin Dungeon: Later that afternoon:

Angelina shifted on the bed restlessly. Her eyes were tightly closed. She could hear the faint sound of a familiar voice. She opened her eyes reluctantly and gave a small gasp when she saw the green hangings. She had expected to see red and gold. She could feel rather than hear the warm presence of another person in bed with her and she glanced over to see Adrian fast asleep beside her. She smiled. He looked so angelic sleeping.

Angie stretched and gave a small frown of discomfort. Her face then flooded with color as she remembered the events of the afternoon. She closed her eyes tightly then opened them again a moment later. She had hoped that the threesome she had just indulged in had been a rather vivid dream. But the soreness in her limbs and the memories that were now flooding her head deemed that wish rather hopeless. She peered over Adrian’s shoulder rather fearfully. Terry was gone.

Angelina gave a small sigh of relief and a hidden sense of disappointment. She had no idea how she was going to face him again.

Flashback:

Angie gazed into Terry’s intense blue eyes transfixed. Adrian was still sleeping but she was wide-awake, as was Higgs. She could feel the blunt head of his erect penis jutting against her stomach. Her hand was wrapped around it. Her fingers rubbed the head of his penis in slow circles. They were just looking at one another silently.

Angie shifted her body so the tips of her breasts rubbed against his firm chest. Terry smiled and slid his hand up her thigh. He urged her leg over his hip and slipped his fingers into her hot wet cleft. He stroked her slowly. His other hand reached over her trembling body to give Adrian a rough shake.

“Gerroff,” murmured Adrian as he shifted away from Terry’s hand. Terry tried to wake Adrian again. His eyes never left Angelina’s. Adrian shifted sleepily away from Terry’s searching hand. Adrian was fast asleep.

“I guess he doesn’t want to wake up,” whispered Terry hotly in Angie’s ear. Angie nodded and licked her lips. His fingers were sliding up and down her cleft. Every now and again his fingertip would graze her clitoris softly and rhythmically. Angie was beginning to pant when his fingers withdrew.

Wordlessly and in sync with one another, Angie turned onto her back as Terry shifted up over her prone body to lie over her soft curves. Her legs spread welcomingly as he shifted himself into the cradle of her thighs. She gave a throaty moan when he slid into her wet sheath.

Angelina wrapped her fingers around Terry’s straining biceps as he slid in and out of her with long slow thrusts. With every in stroke his mouth slanted over her panting mouth to kiss her deeply.

Several heated minutes later, his hips maintained his slow agonizing thrusts as Angelina writhed underneath him. She softly begged him with broken whispers to go faster. He shook his head.

“Please,” whispered Angelina. She arched her back to rub her nipples against his chest. He shook his head again. Angelina tried everything she could think of to make him go faster and harder but he stroked in and out of her slowly as ever.

“I’ll do anything,” moaned Angie. His hips had kept her on the edge of fulfillment so long that it was driving Angelina mad. She gave a moan of disappointment when Terry stopped and pulled out of her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the four poster bed and led her into the washroom. Angie followed him on shaking legs.

Angie stood there confused as Terry closed the door with a snap and grabbed her waist from behind. She only had time to gasp as Terry bent her over the sink and thrust into her from behind. His fingers grasped her hips tightly as he began a series of hard deep thrusts that had Angie moaning with pleasure in seconds.

Angelina looked up and gazed into the mirror over the sink with passion glazed eyes. She could see her face and she could barely recognize herself. Her face was flushed, her lips were swollen and she could see him. His blue eyes gazed into her own in the mirror.

“Is this what you wanted Angelina,” drawled Terry as his hips pistoned into her.

“Yes,” said Angie as she licked her lips and moved her hips into his thrusts.

“You wanted me,” asked Terry lowly.

“Yes,” whispered Angelina as a frisson of intense pleasure went down her spine. “I wanted you.”

“Merlin, you look sexy,” moaned Terry thickly. “Bent over like that.” His fingers tightened on her hips as he thrust into her hard.

Angelina could only moan as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her entire body shook as she threw her head back. When she came to her senses, Terry was thrusting into her fast and hard. She looked into the mirror and watched his face flush and his intense blue eyes narrow with pleasure. Another tremor of pleasure went through her body as she watched him come in the mirror. His face contorted as he pumped himself into her eager sheath. She groaned as she felt him withdraw and spurt against her backside as he rubbed himself against her until he gave a long sigh of completion.

Angie leaned against her arms as she struggled to regain her breath. She could feel his body against hers as he panted. Many minutes later, Angie felt Terry pull her up with a supporting arm around her waist. She smiled languorously as he turned her and claimed her mouth a soft kiss. They made their way back to bed. Adrian was still asleep.

She curled up against his side as he pulled the covers over them. A sight frown marred her features as she gazed at him. What happened between them was not part of a threesome or a foursome. She and Terry had made love with each other, willingly and with eyes wide open. She looked towards Adrian with a guilty look on her face. Terry looked at Adrian as well. He turned back and brushed her hair away from her face.

“Our secret,” whispered Terry in her ear. He pulled her close.

“Our secret,” agreed Angelina as she pulled him closer as well.

End Flashback.

Angelina’s face flushed guiltily as she recalled the pleasure she had found with Terry. She tried to dismiss it as just sex but the memory of his blue eyes wouldn’t let her. She could still feel his hands on her like a ghostly memory.

Then her mind flashed to Alicia with a pang of intense guilt.

The Library:

Terry gazed sightlessly at his homework as he recalled the feel of her smooth soft skin under his hands. The look of passion on her face as he bent her over the sink. The feel of her hair in his hands as he thrust his penis into her hot mouth. The sound of her soft moans as he thrust into her slowly. The taste of her sweet mouth as he plundered it.

Terry rubbed his eyes as he tried to forget how much he had enjoyed making love to his best friend’s girlfriend. He smiled ruefully as he admonished himself. He certainly had a knack for complicating his life.

“Terry,” whispered a familiar voice. His entire body stiffened. He looked up at Alicia and dampened an intense stab of guilt.

“I’m not going away until you have listened to me,” said a determined Alicia.

“Okay,” said Terry wearily.

“I’m sorry,” stuttered a surprised Ally. She had expected that Higgs would have put up a tougher fight. He looked tired. Her face softened.

“I’m a thick bitch right,” said Ally. “I should have talked to you rather than go off with George.”

“You did what you wanted to do,” said Terry pensively. “Maybe you are right. We don’t belong together. I buggered it up too badly the last time. You’ll never really trust me.”

“As well you shouldn’t,” thought Terry guiltily. He could still see Angelina lying naked underneath him.

“We never should have done a lot of things to each other,” said Ally as she reached out to touch his hand lightly. “I should never have slept with Adrian to spite you.”

“I should have never of broken up with you to begin with,” said Terry with a far off gaze.

“I should have not broken up with you just before the game,” said Ally as she flushed guiltily. “Your mates were incandescent with rage. They tried their best to put me in the infirmary.”

“I’m sorry,” said Terry.

“Can we try again,” asked Ally after a long silence.

“Is it worth it?” asked Terry. “I might have to marry my cousin.”

“What is worse,” asked Alicia with a sad look. “Wondering what could have been for the rest of our lives?”

“Alicia,” said Terry seriously. “I don’t know how you do it but you get under my defenses so easily. I don’t know how I’ll cope if we just keep breaking up over and over again. I have to think about it.”

“Okay,” said Alicia with a tinge of sadness. “I’ll give you time.”

Terry watched Alicia walk away. He closed his eyes in frustration. His life was rubbish. He should just chuck it all and become a hermit. On second thought, weren’t hermits celibate?

The Slytherin Dungeons:

Angelina jumped as a hand smoothed over her shoulder.

“My you are rather jumpy love,” said Adrian sleepily.

“Adrian,” chided Angie. A long arm snaked around her waist and pulled her up against his body under the covers.

“Is it because Katie and Marcus are in the room,” asked Adrian with a yawn.

“What?” hissed Angie. She looked at the closed hangings in utter relief. The voice that woke her up was familiar. She must have heard Katie.

“Haven’t you told her about us?” asked Adrian with a grin.

“She’s been a tad preoccupied,” said Angie with a hiss.

“She knows now,” said Adrian as he stretched contentedly.

“How?”

“Marcus closed the hangings. He called us pervy too, that git,” said Adrian. “You see Terry was getting out of bed when they arrived.”

“Merlin,” moaned Angelina.

“I’ve never seen Bell that flabbergasted before,” said Adrian thoughtfully as he opened the curtain to retrieve his dressing robe. “Are you getting up?”

“No,” moaned Angie. “Are you sure we can’t apperate at Hogwarts?”

“I thought Gryffindors were brave,” mocked Adrian. “I know they would try anything.” He slapped her backside affectionately. “Get up.”

“Find me a robe.”

“I’ll borrow Terry’s,” said Adrian. He didn’t see Angelina’s face flush.

A few minutes later, Angie emerged from the hangings to find a nonchalant Adrian, a blushing Katie and a speculative Marcus.

“Hi,” said Angie bravely. “Fancy meeting you here Kates.”