Summer in Paris

Author: Aurora Braelin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Aurora and Beau spend the summer together in Paris. Beau is eager to lose his virginity.
Disclaimer: I don't own that which is Harry Potter or Beau Veon. Aurora is all mine.

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“Merci,” Aurora said with a slight inclination of her head towards Mrs. Veon, Beau’s mother. She and Beau were getting ready to spend the day out in the streets of Paris, sight seeing and doing what normal tourists did. Well, for Aurora, anyway, since Beau was a resident of these parts. After Aurora thanked Mrs. Veon for her hospitality, Beau gently took Aurora by her hand and led her down the streets.

It was as though they were saying goodbye to their son forever, because both mother and father were standing at the door waving their hands in farewell. “I’m sorry ‘bout zem,” Beau said embarrassed. He couldn’t get Aurora out of there fast enough and away from his whack-job family. “Zey do not know ven to leaf us alone,”

Aurora smiled all too knowingly and waved her free hand dismissively. “Hello? You do remember my mum coming with me here to meet your parents, right?” she laughed. “I don’t think I could have been more embarrassed.” Turning off the residential street, they emerged with the bustling tourist capitol.

“Ees zere somezing you’d like to do?” he asked patiently while they strode in front of the famous Eiffel Tower. Aurora barely heard him as they walked past. Aurora had been there before, following her mum while she had been traveling from one business meeting to another before she even knew about Hogwarts.

Aurora looked at him and could instantly see the desire in his eyes. She smiled at him. “I think I just want to be alone with you,” she commented. Beau stopped in his steps, causing a tug on Aurora’s arm as she kept walking. “Okay – I kind of need my arm,” she said looking down at it.

Beau had other thoughts as he started to drag her back to where they came from – the Veon Residence. “Everyone ees gone for ze day by now,” he hastily explained, making Aurora raise her eyebrows. She stumbled up the steps to the front door as Beau was pulling her fast than she could walk.

“Whoa, Beau, slow down – ”

Before she knew it, she was pulled into the house and the door was slammed shut in her wake. She was pulled back towards the door and felt warm lips press against hers. Beau’s warm lips. She was pressed against the door was his tongue wormed its way into her mouth. She had no complaints, either, and gently sucked it in.

Beau worked her light jacket off her shoulders and tossed it in the general direction where the coat hangers were. She laughed as she saw from the corner of her eye that it missed. Aurora pulled away, laughing. “You suck,” she teased him.

“So do you – if last night is any indication,” Beau gently licked his moist lips, feeling his erection pressing against his trousers; it didn’t help that Aurora was rubbing her hands over it like a ghost.

“Never denied it,” Aurora countered and pulled Beau in for another heated kiss. Beau broke away and ran quickly up the stairs towards his all too large bedroom, leaving Aurora momentarily stunned at the door. Pulling free her wand, Aurora apparated into Beau’s bedroom before he arrived.

He charged in the room and skidded to a halt in front of Aurora. “You’re late,” she chided, glancing at her watch.

“Begging your pardon, Miss, but you cheated.” Beau smiled.

“All is fair in magic and love,” she waved her wand tauntingly and placed it on the bedside table.

“You know you owe me, now,” Beau commented, removing his jacket as well and tossing it on his desk, knocking over his lamp and pencil holder. He cringed at the noise. Slowly he advanced on his prize and smiled as she backed away.

The back of Aurora’s legs bumped into his bed and she fell into a sitting position, eye level with the tent in his pants.

She looked up at him. “A little excited today, aren’t we?” There was a hint of laughter in her eyes, but still desire in his. Childish playtime was over. This wasn’t the sandbox anymore. Through it all, her goal was the same as his. She stood up and gently kissed him as she ran her hands over his clothed chest. Beau wasn’t too muscular – that is to say he wasn’t weak, either.

He kissed her back slowly as he reached his hands up, cupping her face. Her hands were on him, feeling what she had felt the night before, yet exploring in a new way. He didn’t know how he missed it, but his shirt was undone and ready to be pulled off. He shrugged out of it and moved impossibly closer to her, pressing against her body.

Beau reached for the hem of her blouse, pulling it over her head. Buttons could sometimes be so troublesome. She gently lowered her arms and made work of his belt, pulling it through each belt loop slowly, torturously, with a smile on her face. As she made work with his belt, her lips fell upon his chest, exploring and kissing his nipples in turn.

Her bra was unclasped, she looked up and she watched him watching her. He smiled at her and gently bent his head down, planting gentle kisses on her right shoulder as his fingers let the strap slide slowly down. She closed her eyes as his lips were on her skin. Sucking. Teasing. Leaving marks that she would have to hide from his parents. Now this was unexplored territory with Beau.

Once her bra was discarded – somewhere, she kissed him, urgency shared between them both as they worked on each other’s pants. Beau’s hands fell clumsily over hers and she smiled. She took his hands in her own and placed them at his sides. “Relax,” she cooed. Beau was shaking with nervousness now and she couldn’t help the grin.

He didn’t know what to say, but stayed put as she gently tugged his remaining clothing off his body. He was feeling self-conscious now, not having been completely naked in front of a woman before.

She eased his anxiety by removing all that was left on her and tossed her pants and panties away. She closed the distance between them, feeling his erection pressing against her skin. She reached between them, grasping it and stroked twice. He was instantly snapped out of his light daze and gently pushed her back onto the bed to the center.

He crawled up on top of her and hesitated. “I should varn you,” he started, “I’ve never done zis before.”

Ah! Understanding at last. She hadn’t known that. She expected the French boy to have gotten around a lot as it were. Hell, this was Paris, for crying out loud.

Aurora nodded her head in understanding. “You having second thoughts?” she gently reached up and touched his cheek in reassurance. She could see it in his eyes. He didn’t want to stop at all. She smiled when he shook his head and leaned down to kiss her.

He blindly reached for the wand on his bedside table and cast the protection charm. He tossed the wand away and re-adjusted himself on the bed. Aurora spread her legs and allowed him to get comfortable between them, the tip of his erection prodding at her entrance.

He gently pushed himself in, almost overcome with the warmth that greeted him. She could swear that from the look on his face, it was enough to make him cum right then, but Aurora waited as he slowly pushed in, his head already thrown back in newfound ecstasy. She almost laughed. He looked down at her. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Me? Yeah! I’m good,” she grinned up at him.

He pulled out and moved back in again. Aurora leaned back against the pillow as it was made abundantly clear just how large Beau really was. She gave a slight moan and closed her eyes. She was surprised, though, to find Beau leaning down and kissing and nipping at her nipple seconds later.

Aurora closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of someone pampering her. His pace was picking up, though and she knew that his journey was going to be a short one. He thrust into her in short bursts, his concentration now focused on the sole task of release.

Aurora thrust up to meet him halfway. “Aura!” she could hear him calling to her in sharp whispers. He was becoming tense as he thrust into her. Each time, Aurora could swear she was taking more of him inside.

She let out a louder moan as she thrust up to meet him each time. Her skin was damp with her efforts. She pulled Beau’s head down and captured his lips in a savage kiss. Her legs spread unconsciously wider, accepting his even thrusts. She broke the kiss to draw in shaky breaths of air. The feel of him moving inside her was truthfully wonderful.

“Aurora,” Beau whispered, his face contorting with pleasure. He reached down between them and began to stroke Aurora’s clitoris. She bucked up into his touch and her nails left marks on the back of his neck.

“Beau,” she whimpered, thrusting up into him with double the efforts. She tensed, her climax rising inside her and not stopping. No, not yet, she thought to herself. Yet, she wanted released badly now. At first, this had been about Beau and his first time. Now it was about the both of them.

Beau tensed and stopped suddenly, as he ejaculated, burying his face into the crook of her neck with a cry of sweet pleasure.

It was the last straw for Aurora as she began to buck against the added pleasure of Beau’s stroking fingers. She clawed at his back as her orgasm hit her.

Spent, she went limp on the bed and lay there, feeling pleasantly satisfied, even with the dead weight of Beau on top of her. She smiled and placed a kiss to the crown of his head. “Zat was vonderful,” he said against her skin.

She smiled to herself. “Yeah, it was.”

Beau pulled himself out of her, and moved to lie down next to Aurora. She turned to look at him and moved closer to snuggle. “Can ve do zat again?” he asked.

Aurora laughed. “I think we’ll need a minute.” There was still amusement in her voice. In response, Beau pressed himself closer to her and she could feel his erection pressing into her side. “Does that thing ever stay down?”