Breaking Weasley Rule
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Adult +
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3,267
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7
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Breaking Weasley Rule
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Breaking Weasley Rule
By Bordeaux
It was hot and sweaty. That�s the distinction that she always drew between her fianc� and her lover. With Draco, she burned dangerously with a fever that left her vision blurry and her throat parched. Her hands became slippery as she tried to grasp onto his skin in the dark. The pads of her fingers slid until they formed a fist that she pressed against his back as she came. Her sides stung from his tight grip and the breath they blew in each others� faces was immediately swallowed by heated kisses.
With Ron, everything was lukewarm and soft. He held her as though she would break and while she longed for him to hold her � really hold her to him � he preferred to glide his hands over the curve of her hips before resting lightly on the small of her back. His tongue slid almost effervescently over hers, limp and without pressure. He floated over her, while Draco fused himself within her. With Ron, she felt cherished. With Draco, she felt desirable. She could never quite reconcile the difference between the two.
Oddly enough, realizations seem to always come at the most unlikely of moments.
It was in his office, with her back digging into his bookshelf and her legs wantonly wrapped around his waist, when she saw it � a stirring of emotion that went beyond schoolboy lust. �Fuck.� His whisper preceded by a slight second his building orgasm. With a final, deep thrust, he shoved her further against the book case with his weight, chest to chest, forehead to forehead, and she could see that stirring of emotion erupt into a hauntingly familiar sensation that hurled her into oblivion.
In her haze, she felt him slide out of her and with a strength that she always found baffling (in post-coital bliss, she was boneless as a jellyfish), he held her to him, walked towards, and collapsed onto the leather couch that had so often served as a make shift bed. �I suppose that this would count as an inappropriate use of office space after hours.� Percy Weasley had always been such a megalomaniac.
�I really don�t want to think about any of the Weasley brood after I�ve just fucked you senseless and you�re wearing his ring.�
That wiped the smile off her face. With her thumb, she traced the band on her ring finger. With time, wasn�t it supposed to feel like a part of her? Like a watch or a necklace that one has been wearing for a long time � shouldn�t she miss the feel of it when she takes it off in the kitchen? After four months, she still felt liberated during those moments when she had an excuse to rid herself of it. She was still waiting for that sensation to pass, along with the ball of dread that rose like bile when she put it back on. �Draco-�
�You wore those fishnets for me, though, didn�t you?�
�Of course.� She felt his wicked grin even in complete darkness. She knew he was afraid that she would one day waltz in, take what she wanted, and leave him for good. She almost did once, only to have it result in her bending over his desk with him behind her, claiming her with a ferocity that she knew Ron could never possess. �I know what you like.�
�You do at that, pet.� He was hard again, digging into her with an insistence that would not be ignored. She pressed her tongue to his pulse point on his neck and felt him at her entrance again � moving back and forth, but not quite within. �You�re going to ache in the morning.�
The tenderness in his voice made her want to sob. It would have been cruel to tell him that she would probably have to endure Ron�s sweetly torturous caresses once she went home � and that she could probably blame the welcomed ache on him. Instead, she merely hummed her consent and settled herself onto him.
For the first time, neither of them moved.
No frenzied, forbidden rhythm broke out, but simply the sensation of being completely surrounded by someone and not feeling afraid. The sensation of your soul being housed in someone�s arms and willingly giving a piece of yourself up, knowing it would be treasured.
This time, she did sob.
His hand slid through her hair from its crown, where it was matted with sweat to her scalp, to the tendrils that ran down her back, and pressed the back of her head towards him. A slight hint of �I love you� on his lips before he engulfed that part of her too. That part which wanted so badly to reciprocate his proclamation vocally, but opted to do so with every curl of her tongue, exchange of her breath. She rocked against him, slowly, as if dragging each movement out would transfer those words to him as luxuriously as she wanted him to feel them.
His hands found her breasts and he felt them much gentler than he ever had before. She was used to his rough palms rubbing across her sensitive nipples and his fingers gripping her and leaving bruises that she would have to glamour. He massaged them now, as though they were muscles and the undulating motion took her higher and higher until she unknowingly also increased the rhythm of their sex.
Even in the dark, she saw the black dots at the corners of her vision that indicated a sensational fulfillment. She laid her head on his chest in awe. They had made love, she realized. And still, she came. That had always been a main difference for her between Ron and Draco. Ron made love to her, so it was all right if she didn�t finish because he loved her and he just wanted to show her how much. Draco fucked, purely physical gratification. But how could he also embody the best quality that she found in Ron? How could he love her and also satisfy her most primal, shameful needs?
�Draco-�
�You have to go. I know.� He sighed. He unwrapped his arms from around her and placed a kiss on her collarbone. �Go get dressed, love. I�m staying here for a bit.� She didn�t move. �If you don�t move, I�ll end up shagging you on the floor and you�ll never get home to your domestic bliss.�
�I think�� she hesitated, as though she was solemnly doing exactly as she was saying. ��I would like a domestic bliss that involves a handsome man shagging me into the floor� and telling me that he loves me while he does so.� She kissed him on the lips, softly. Still straddling him, she sat up and, with her eyes on his, slid off her ring. �I�m just a greedy little witch.� She banished it back to the apartment she shared with Ron. Draco still sat, in shock. �That�s right. I�ve got my eye on you and damn it, you�re going to give me what I want.�
�And what�s that?� he whispered, breathless at the arrival of the moment that he had been dreaming of. He had felt the frustration of its impossibility every time he took her roughly and felt it pull at him when she kissed him softly.
She laughed as one only could after taking the weight of the world off her shoulders. �Just relax, love. I�ll do all the work.� She kissed him again. �Then we can tell Percy Weasley to go find a shag and to shove his stupid after hours rule up his arse.�
Breaking Weasley Rule
By Bordeaux
It was hot and sweaty. That�s the distinction that she always drew between her fianc� and her lover. With Draco, she burned dangerously with a fever that left her vision blurry and her throat parched. Her hands became slippery as she tried to grasp onto his skin in the dark. The pads of her fingers slid until they formed a fist that she pressed against his back as she came. Her sides stung from his tight grip and the breath they blew in each others� faces was immediately swallowed by heated kisses.
With Ron, everything was lukewarm and soft. He held her as though she would break and while she longed for him to hold her � really hold her to him � he preferred to glide his hands over the curve of her hips before resting lightly on the small of her back. His tongue slid almost effervescently over hers, limp and without pressure. He floated over her, while Draco fused himself within her. With Ron, she felt cherished. With Draco, she felt desirable. She could never quite reconcile the difference between the two.
Oddly enough, realizations seem to always come at the most unlikely of moments.
It was in his office, with her back digging into his bookshelf and her legs wantonly wrapped around his waist, when she saw it � a stirring of emotion that went beyond schoolboy lust. �Fuck.� His whisper preceded by a slight second his building orgasm. With a final, deep thrust, he shoved her further against the book case with his weight, chest to chest, forehead to forehead, and she could see that stirring of emotion erupt into a hauntingly familiar sensation that hurled her into oblivion.
In her haze, she felt him slide out of her and with a strength that she always found baffling (in post-coital bliss, she was boneless as a jellyfish), he held her to him, walked towards, and collapsed onto the leather couch that had so often served as a make shift bed. �I suppose that this would count as an inappropriate use of office space after hours.� Percy Weasley had always been such a megalomaniac.
�I really don�t want to think about any of the Weasley brood after I�ve just fucked you senseless and you�re wearing his ring.�
That wiped the smile off her face. With her thumb, she traced the band on her ring finger. With time, wasn�t it supposed to feel like a part of her? Like a watch or a necklace that one has been wearing for a long time � shouldn�t she miss the feel of it when she takes it off in the kitchen? After four months, she still felt liberated during those moments when she had an excuse to rid herself of it. She was still waiting for that sensation to pass, along with the ball of dread that rose like bile when she put it back on. �Draco-�
�You wore those fishnets for me, though, didn�t you?�
�Of course.� She felt his wicked grin even in complete darkness. She knew he was afraid that she would one day waltz in, take what she wanted, and leave him for good. She almost did once, only to have it result in her bending over his desk with him behind her, claiming her with a ferocity that she knew Ron could never possess. �I know what you like.�
�You do at that, pet.� He was hard again, digging into her with an insistence that would not be ignored. She pressed her tongue to his pulse point on his neck and felt him at her entrance again � moving back and forth, but not quite within. �You�re going to ache in the morning.�
The tenderness in his voice made her want to sob. It would have been cruel to tell him that she would probably have to endure Ron�s sweetly torturous caresses once she went home � and that she could probably blame the welcomed ache on him. Instead, she merely hummed her consent and settled herself onto him.
For the first time, neither of them moved.
No frenzied, forbidden rhythm broke out, but simply the sensation of being completely surrounded by someone and not feeling afraid. The sensation of your soul being housed in someone�s arms and willingly giving a piece of yourself up, knowing it would be treasured.
This time, she did sob.
His hand slid through her hair from its crown, where it was matted with sweat to her scalp, to the tendrils that ran down her back, and pressed the back of her head towards him. A slight hint of �I love you� on his lips before he engulfed that part of her too. That part which wanted so badly to reciprocate his proclamation vocally, but opted to do so with every curl of her tongue, exchange of her breath. She rocked against him, slowly, as if dragging each movement out would transfer those words to him as luxuriously as she wanted him to feel them.
His hands found her breasts and he felt them much gentler than he ever had before. She was used to his rough palms rubbing across her sensitive nipples and his fingers gripping her and leaving bruises that she would have to glamour. He massaged them now, as though they were muscles and the undulating motion took her higher and higher until she unknowingly also increased the rhythm of their sex.
Even in the dark, she saw the black dots at the corners of her vision that indicated a sensational fulfillment. She laid her head on his chest in awe. They had made love, she realized. And still, she came. That had always been a main difference for her between Ron and Draco. Ron made love to her, so it was all right if she didn�t finish because he loved her and he just wanted to show her how much. Draco fucked, purely physical gratification. But how could he also embody the best quality that she found in Ron? How could he love her and also satisfy her most primal, shameful needs?
�Draco-�
�You have to go. I know.� He sighed. He unwrapped his arms from around her and placed a kiss on her collarbone. �Go get dressed, love. I�m staying here for a bit.� She didn�t move. �If you don�t move, I�ll end up shagging you on the floor and you�ll never get home to your domestic bliss.�
�I think�� she hesitated, as though she was solemnly doing exactly as she was saying. ��I would like a domestic bliss that involves a handsome man shagging me into the floor� and telling me that he loves me while he does so.� She kissed him on the lips, softly. Still straddling him, she sat up and, with her eyes on his, slid off her ring. �I�m just a greedy little witch.� She banished it back to the apartment she shared with Ron. Draco still sat, in shock. �That�s right. I�ve got my eye on you and damn it, you�re going to give me what I want.�
�And what�s that?� he whispered, breathless at the arrival of the moment that he had been dreaming of. He had felt the frustration of its impossibility every time he took her roughly and felt it pull at him when she kissed him softly.
She laughed as one only could after taking the weight of the world off her shoulders. �Just relax, love. I�ll do all the work.� She kissed him again. �Then we can tell Percy Weasley to go find a shag and to shove his stupid after hours rule up his arse.�