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Adult ++
Chapters:
15
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8,669
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29
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Day Eight
14 Days
Title: 14 Days
Author: AureliaFlint
Pairing: Marcus Flint/Persephone Stebbins
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Books and Bums
Day Eight:
Hogsmeade:
“It is my turn,” said Persephone with a grin up at the tall Slytherin.
“That it is,” agreed Marcus. They had agreed to take turns choosing which store to go into in the magical village. Marcus had chosen Honeydukes first which had surprised the Ravenclaw witch. That had been his intention. Marcus hated to be predictable. One had to keep a witch on her toes.
“Would you mind Flourish and Blots?”
“I can read, you know,” said Marcus dryly.
“I never meant anything by that,” protested Persephone as her cheeks flushed red. “It is just that I have been hearing this rumor that you are coming back next year.”
“I coming back to play Quidditch,” said Marcus. “My father says that there is no way I will be permitted to play professional Quidditch and I wanted to play one more year before I join his companies.”
“I understand,” said Persephone earnestly. “Have you always wanted to play professionally?”
“I never said that,” said Marcus shiftily as he opened the door of the bookshop for her.
“You didn’t have to,” said Persephone simply.
The next few minutes past in silence as the couple walked through the stacks of books. Marcus stopped to touch a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages with a pensive look on his face.
“I just want to try to have a career doing something I love,” said Marcus suddenly.
‘I know,” said Persephone. “Why don’t you?”
“My parents,” said Marcus with an eloquent shrug.
“My parents want me to marry but I am going to go a Potions apprenticeship program in Germany in the fall,” said Persephone with a far off look in her eyes. “Then I am going to go on tour of the world’s most famous examples of Ancient Runes like the pyramids of Giza, Tibet, Macchu Picchu, and Easter Island. I just want to see what I have read about my entire life.”
“You sound like you have your entire life planned,” said Marcus with a grin. “I haven’t really thought beyond next year and new Quidditch brooms.”
Persephone ran a finger over a dusty book and looked up at Marcus. She studied the rugged planes of his darkly handsome face with a light smile.
“What?” asked Marcus as he felt her scrutiny.
“I can’t believe you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me,” said Persephone a touch uncertainly.
“Why?” asked Marcus. His dark blue eyes drifted appreciatively over her violet jumper down to her shapely legs.
“I am not that pretty,” said Persephone tartly. “Bletchley may be a complete bitch but she is very beautiful.”
“Persephone,” said Marcus lowly. “You are the one who is very beautiful. In fact, I have been dreaming of you lately.”
“You have a very smooth tongue,” said the girl as she stepped backward.
“I know you speak from experience,” said Marcus with a purr. He advanced on her slowly.
“You are very bad,” whispered Persephone as she blushed. She swallowed as she let him back her into a dark corner. She lifted her mouth for him and kissed him back when he finally claimed her mouth.
“So,” said Marcus after a long time. “We better buy a book or we are going to get thrown out.”
“Marcus?” asked Persephone insistently. “Why did you start flirting with me?”
“Easy,” said Marcus as he held her hand and tugged her towards the Quidditch books. “Your legs and the fact you just couldn’t take your eyes off my arse. Terry said he caught you looking at my bum several times last month. And you started to come and watch practices just to stare at my bum. Adrian and Derrick were spying on you for me.”
“That is not true,” said Persephone weakly.
“When you kiss me, love,” said Marcus in a low voice. “You grope my arse, all the time.”
“Okay,” confessed a very embarrassed Persephone. “It’s just so lovely.”
“You can grope me all you like,” said Marcus with a cocky grin. “As long as I can have the same privilege.”
“Merlin,” said Persephone with an eyeroll. “Slytherins.”
“Have I mentioned how much I love Ravenclaws?” said Marcus huskily.
Persephone shivered at the note in his distinctive voice. Some of her friends could not understand it but she found the Slytherin captain to be overwhelmingly sexy. His smell, the sultry look in his eyes, his sharp, clever tongue and admittedly his firm bum had made her heart pound with desire when he was near her. She had been watching him from afar. She had no idea he had been as well until she found him looking at her with a dreamy expression one day in Potions. He had winked at her when she caught him. Then her hankering for him had blossomed. She gave another shiver as she realized that it was inevitable. Soon, she would not be able to resist sharing his bed. She wanted him very much. Even more now that she was realizing he was not just a gorgeous body but a real complex man lurked beneath the Quidditch player.
As Marcus bought Persephone’s books over her protests, he realized that he had spent more time with her today just talking than he did the entire time he had been with Billy. And he was enjoying himself. Usually the extents of his conversations with a witch were the instructions, ‘faster’ and ‘harder’. Persephone was different.
Sometimes when I need inspiration, I look at this picture. It's the look in his eyes.
http://www.marcusflint.com/images/gallery/pages/jamie001.htm
Title: 14 Days
Author: AureliaFlint
Pairing: Marcus Flint/Persephone Stebbins
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Books and Bums
Day Eight:
Hogsmeade:
“It is my turn,” said Persephone with a grin up at the tall Slytherin.
“That it is,” agreed Marcus. They had agreed to take turns choosing which store to go into in the magical village. Marcus had chosen Honeydukes first which had surprised the Ravenclaw witch. That had been his intention. Marcus hated to be predictable. One had to keep a witch on her toes.
“Would you mind Flourish and Blots?”
“I can read, you know,” said Marcus dryly.
“I never meant anything by that,” protested Persephone as her cheeks flushed red. “It is just that I have been hearing this rumor that you are coming back next year.”
“I coming back to play Quidditch,” said Marcus. “My father says that there is no way I will be permitted to play professional Quidditch and I wanted to play one more year before I join his companies.”
“I understand,” said Persephone earnestly. “Have you always wanted to play professionally?”
“I never said that,” said Marcus shiftily as he opened the door of the bookshop for her.
“You didn’t have to,” said Persephone simply.
The next few minutes past in silence as the couple walked through the stacks of books. Marcus stopped to touch a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages with a pensive look on his face.
“I just want to try to have a career doing something I love,” said Marcus suddenly.
‘I know,” said Persephone. “Why don’t you?”
“My parents,” said Marcus with an eloquent shrug.
“My parents want me to marry but I am going to go a Potions apprenticeship program in Germany in the fall,” said Persephone with a far off look in her eyes. “Then I am going to go on tour of the world’s most famous examples of Ancient Runes like the pyramids of Giza, Tibet, Macchu Picchu, and Easter Island. I just want to see what I have read about my entire life.”
“You sound like you have your entire life planned,” said Marcus with a grin. “I haven’t really thought beyond next year and new Quidditch brooms.”
Persephone ran a finger over a dusty book and looked up at Marcus. She studied the rugged planes of his darkly handsome face with a light smile.
“What?” asked Marcus as he felt her scrutiny.
“I can’t believe you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me,” said Persephone a touch uncertainly.
“Why?” asked Marcus. His dark blue eyes drifted appreciatively over her violet jumper down to her shapely legs.
“I am not that pretty,” said Persephone tartly. “Bletchley may be a complete bitch but she is very beautiful.”
“Persephone,” said Marcus lowly. “You are the one who is very beautiful. In fact, I have been dreaming of you lately.”
“You have a very smooth tongue,” said the girl as she stepped backward.
“I know you speak from experience,” said Marcus with a purr. He advanced on her slowly.
“You are very bad,” whispered Persephone as she blushed. She swallowed as she let him back her into a dark corner. She lifted her mouth for him and kissed him back when he finally claimed her mouth.
“So,” said Marcus after a long time. “We better buy a book or we are going to get thrown out.”
“Marcus?” asked Persephone insistently. “Why did you start flirting with me?”
“Easy,” said Marcus as he held her hand and tugged her towards the Quidditch books. “Your legs and the fact you just couldn’t take your eyes off my arse. Terry said he caught you looking at my bum several times last month. And you started to come and watch practices just to stare at my bum. Adrian and Derrick were spying on you for me.”
“That is not true,” said Persephone weakly.
“When you kiss me, love,” said Marcus in a low voice. “You grope my arse, all the time.”
“Okay,” confessed a very embarrassed Persephone. “It’s just so lovely.”
“You can grope me all you like,” said Marcus with a cocky grin. “As long as I can have the same privilege.”
“Merlin,” said Persephone with an eyeroll. “Slytherins.”
“Have I mentioned how much I love Ravenclaws?” said Marcus huskily.
Persephone shivered at the note in his distinctive voice. Some of her friends could not understand it but she found the Slytherin captain to be overwhelmingly sexy. His smell, the sultry look in his eyes, his sharp, clever tongue and admittedly his firm bum had made her heart pound with desire when he was near her. She had been watching him from afar. She had no idea he had been as well until she found him looking at her with a dreamy expression one day in Potions. He had winked at her when she caught him. Then her hankering for him had blossomed. She gave another shiver as she realized that it was inevitable. Soon, she would not be able to resist sharing his bed. She wanted him very much. Even more now that she was realizing he was not just a gorgeous body but a real complex man lurked beneath the Quidditch player.
As Marcus bought Persephone’s books over her protests, he realized that he had spent more time with her today just talking than he did the entire time he had been with Billy. And he was enjoying himself. Usually the extents of his conversations with a witch were the instructions, ‘faster’ and ‘harder’. Persephone was different.
Sometimes when I need inspiration, I look at this picture. It's the look in his eyes.
http://www.marcusflint.com/images/gallery/pages/jamie001.htm