Gravity Happens

Charlie, unlike Eve, did miraculously manage sleep after hours of unbearable tossing and turning. Finally sinking into a shallow, restless slumber, however, he still found no escape as the specter proved a relentless stalker

Warmth. Sweet, sweet warmth. Hot wetness, a heavenly vise around him. Everywhere, he could feel it everywhere, pulling on his sex, hardening his cock in its luscious attentions. Mmmm…Charlie murmured groggily, his fierce arousal pulling him out of his amazing dream.

Wait. No. Slowly Charlie began to shake off the fog of sleep and register the unusual pressure on his legs… and the very real presence of warm walls around his manly bits. It wasn’t just a dream. There really was a mouth around his dick, and someone was really sucking him off. Charlie noticed the unnatural darkness around him—he never closed the drapes around his bed! His heart skipped a few beats and he fumbled around for his wand. A slick wet “pop” and his dick was bare, left to cool in the night air as his molester sat up in the darkness. A moment of panic—this was not the sort one thing a guy usually looked forward to waking up to in the boys’ dormitory of his school!

“Lumos!” Charlie said, immediately followed by a husky, soft, “Nox!” In the miniscule flash of light, Charlie caught sight of Eve’s gorgeous face, grinning coyly at him over his own throbbing erection. She was naked, straddling him over his kicked-off blankets, her lush young body displayed proudly to him and the night. Charlie felt his breath catch in his throat as darkness descended around them again and Eve crawled slowly up his body on the bed, bending low to allow the tips of her breasts to drag teasingly along his stomach and chest, her hair tickling his skin.

“You shouldn’t be here—the other boys—“he began.

Eve’s lips gently brushed against his ear, she nuzzled him gently, grazing the sensitive flesh behind his lobe with her tongue, “—are fast asleep, and so they shall stay if you’ll just keep quiet. Now hush, my love, and play with me,” she nipped his ear and slithered down his body again to reclaim his cock with her devoted mouth. Charlie clenched his jaw and drew his bed sheets tightly into his fists, swallowing a grunt as Eve sucked him deeply, her tongue playing erotic games down his shaft. Her hair splayed across his stomach, muscles tightened powerfully beneath his skin. She twirled her tongue round and round him as she released him from the slickness of her mouth, taking him in hand as she suckled still lower, gently pulling his balls into her sweetness. Charlie groaned low in his throat, his eyes squeezed shut and the ropelike muscles of his throat stood out as she massaged his sensitive testicles with the soft walls of her mouth, toying with him. Her slender fingers worked his cock deftly, playing over his pulsing hardness, circling the head and wringing gently on his base; a glorious torture. With a satisfied sigh she relinquished his sex, a shadowy siren rising over him in the darkness. Charlie reached for her, taking a breast in one hand and her hip in the other, pulling her toward him. Questing fingers found a pert little nipple straining toward him. As he began to sit up to lavish her with kisses, he heard a faintly whispered, “Bondus,” and he was instantly on his back again, with his wrists on either side of his head pinned down by invisible threads. Charlie chuckled deeply, if that’s how she wanted to play, who was he to stop her?

Eve hovered over him in shadow, Charlie could feel the heat rolling off of her body, surrounding him, but she remained still as a statue with her dewy core poised mere inches over his aching head. Charlie’s breath shallowed, his heart racing as he waited for Evie to make her move. Silence, she was so quiet he could barely even hear her ragged breaths, the waiting was torture, Charlie curled his hands into fists, straining against his intangible bonds, desperate to reach out for her, to plunge himself into her. Waiting…waiting…

Heat first, thick, wet heat descended over the head of his erection, a wild, burning heat that slid over and down the length of him as Eve slowly lowered her body straight down onto his. Her silky wet lips caressed him, he raised his hips to meet hers but she had anticipated this and pulled away just enough to compensate for his advance, refusing to allow him control of the situation. Charlie grunted in frustration. Out of the darkness, Eve’s voice, “Just feel,” she laid her hands softly on his chest, running tenderly over his fevered flesh, moving very slowly, helping to ease him out of his frenzy. Every inch of his skin was alert, his senses opened up and he allowed himself to relax through his arousal. He became aware of the sounds of the room. His roommates breathing, a rat’s chattering, his own heart beating, and the barely perceptible sound of Eve’s fingers tracing over his chest. He allowed the mingling scents of Eve and sex to flood him; intoxicate him. More than anything, Charlie was painfully conscious of the heat emanating from Eve, almost burning where she suspended over him, and the equally painful chill where she didn’t.

Once again, Eve began to slide down over him, positioning herself so that the very tip of his cock pressed against the entrance to her body. So very slowly, Eve took him into her by minutiae, and Charlie suddenly understood. She’d forced him to turn all of his senses on high; tuned in completely, so the feel of her wrapping herself around him was magnified tenfold. With just his head delving into her depths, Charlie’s body was wracked with sensation. He could feel each of her muscles moving around him, readying for him; could feel the blood rushing through his veins, wired to the pleasure sensors like never before. Eve settled over him gradually, savoring his intrusion, welcoming him with a ripple of muscles that pulled him ever deeper into her. After an eternity, or maybe just a minute, Eve was finally impaled fully on him; brimming with him. They remained locked in stillness for a long moment, both overwhelmed by feeling, before Eve shifted her hips forward, allowing him even more entrance to her, and causing him to rub against the most sensitive part of her. Eve whimpered, biting back a cry of pleasure. Charlie bucked gently beneath her, grinding slowly into her to perpetuate the feeling. Eve’s hands on his chest curled, her nails digging into him as she tossed back her head—her hair raining back down over his shins. Without warning, she lunged forward over him, sliding her knees back so she was almost lying on top of him, supporting herself on her forearms, “Silencio,” she cast at the point where their bodies met, so the sounds of flesh meeting flesh would not wake his roommates. That done, Eve’s control broke, and she surged forth, riding him with wild abandon, undulating her hips back and forth, squeezed tightly around him. Beneath her, Charlie met her passion eagerly, pushing her forward, higher and higher as he worked himself within her. He rose with her towards mindlessness, completely turned on by her silence but as she began to glimpse oblivion, Eve sank her teeth into Charlie’s shoulder to muffle her ecstatic cries. The erotic sounds coming from Eve’s throat shredded Charlie’s sanity—only the barest shred of control remained to rein him back from pouring himself into her immediately. When Eve broke, her climax rippled through her entire body, and the muscles of her sex clenched wildly around him, pulling him harder still against her—providing Charlie’s breaking point. He came harder than he ever had before, slamming himself up into her, hips raising high off of the bed, lifting Eve in her entirety into the air. His primitive growl was lost in the masses of her hair and she clung to him, savoring her own afterglow. After a long moment, Eve lifted herself to sit straight atop him, still suspended in the air, grinding her hips down into his as his pulsating cock emptied itself into her. With a satisfied purr, Eve leaned languorously backwards, running her hands over his thighs. Charlie lowered them back to the bed. They panted together in the darkness for a few minutes as Eve gathered her strength. When the limp feeling finally faded from her legs, she stood over him in the darkness. “Accio robe,” she whispered, and a slight scrap of silky fabric made its way to her waiting hand, she slipped into it and then slid down along the length of him again. She wiggled her silk-encased breasts against his sweaty chest and ran her tongue along the line of his jaw. Charlie moved to wrap his arms around her and found that his wrists were still bound, "Umm, Evie?"

"Hmmm? Oh right," she giggled huskily, "Relesio," Charlie shook out his hands before splaying one hand across the small of her back and plunging the other into her hair.

“Evie, Not that I’m complaining,” Charlie whispered, “but what was all that about,”

Eve chuckled softly, “I just wanted to say good night, and I love you,” with that, she kissed him, for the first and last time that night, and then slipped out of his bed. Charlie listened to her light footsteps cross the room and the tiny creak of the door opening, followed by the click of it closing. Charlie grinned into the darkness, grabbed the pillow next to him, squished it against his face and let out a manly bellow.

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhh” Charlie Weasley woke up with a pillow on his face. In a frustrated fury, he threw it across the room. It hit the door with a limp “thump”.

“What’s this? Pillows again?” Max floated nonchalantly through the door. Charlie glared at the ghost as he leapt from the bed and began to pace the room agitatedly, “This behavior is decidedly unflattering, Charles, care to share the root of your problem?”

Charlie ran his hands through his hair, “I don’t know Max, it’s just too hot to sleep…”

Max grinned cunningly, “I’ve often found that these situations are easily remedied by a good strenuous walk, you might find the cold springs agreeable on a night like this..?”

After a moment or two of consideration, Charlie grudgingly admitted the idea might not be such a bad one, “Thank you, Max, that might just be the thing,”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s just what you need,” the ghost encouraged as Charlie made his way through the door, “exactly what you need…”


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A/N: I know! I know! We all just want Charlie and Eve to get it on in REAL TIME already! But seriously, these two have a lot of stuff to work out before they can just get down and fuck! But I promise, it's going to happen, I even know when! Just bear with me, dear readers! There have been a lot of flash backs but without them, we would have no lemons! I love you, readers, and I love you more when you R&R!!!
Thanks to Kat, Mikansei, and Cora for the support!

Double thanks to Autumn, my sometimes-BETA, for all your help "do you think reading that I was focusing on character development?!"