Burning

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Freya sat at her little desk in the healing station, staring into space.

“Daydreaming again?” said Luka, one of the junior healers.

“Hmmm” she replied, tearing her thoughts away from a naked red haired dragon tamer, and the things her imagination let her do to him.

“Just ask him out!” the younger woman said exasperated “You have fancied him for years!”

“It’s hardly appropriate!” Freya said

“Really?” Luka raised an eyebrow “The head healer, the head Dragonologist, sounds like a perfect match to me”

Freya jumped as the speaker next to her emitted a high pitched howl, followed by the gruff voice of one of the tamers aides “Two heading for healing” he yelled “Burns, Dolcan and Weasley”

“Thanks” Freya spoke into the speaker “And Burt, you don’t have to yell”

“Over and out!” was the reply

“Right!” Freya walked into the foyer where the injured men would come; the staff were going about various tasks “Two with burns! Look sharp! And remember…”

“Yes we know!” said Luka “Weasley is yours!”

She smiled, my how well they knew her.

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Freya groaned inwardly as Charlie hobbled into her treatment room, she had treated his many injuries over the years. Some might have him down as reckless, the amount of times he ended up in here. But Freya had watched him work, he didn’t take deliberate risks, he just didn’t wimp out.

“Another burn head keeper?” she raised an eyebrow at him as he eased himself onto the couch.

“Well I have to make an excuse to see my favourite healer don’t I?” he grinned

“Could you not just trip over or stub your toe?” she quizzed “Instead of getting yourself nearly incinerated?”

Oh great, she thought, and now he’s taking his jeans off, wonderful. Oh and here goes the shirt, that’s lovely how the fuck am I supposed to concentrate?


He laughed “Not so much fun” he laid on his side and Freya swallowed as she saw the burn, it wasn’t as bad as some he had experienced, it was where it was that bothered her.


She tried to look disapproving as she examined the burn. It started at his left knee, going up the inside of his thigh briefly before moving to the outside and heading for his torso, rounding onto his chest and then continuing onto his back. A few stray burns that were healing peppered his chest. And Merlin, what a chest! She thought. She tried to concentrate on the burn, her hands gently cleaning the dirt off with cleaning liquid, but her attention wandered to the tattoos on his muscular arms, a Welsh Green on one bicep, an Opeleye on the other. They seemed to move as his muscles moved under the skin. She saw another that she hadn’t seen before, it was on his calf and circled and twisted to his thigh. It was of his favourite Chinese Fireball at the reserve, Maya. She had been almost uncontrollable when she arrived and had almost killed several keepers, Charlie was a young keeper then, and she had been training as a burn specialist healer. Charlie had snuck in with Maya and tamed her. She was attached to him and would allow other keepers to handle her but she adored Charlie and he adored her. That had earned him his first bollocking and promotion on the same day.

Charlie watched as Freya’s cheeks flamed, she was sexy, there was no doubt about it, but damn scary! He tried to block the thoughts that she was caressing his inner thigh, even if it was with cleansing fluid and gauze. He had experienced her strops at first hand, and although he found them extremely arousing, he figured he had enough taming wild dragons, without starting on wild women. He was now reciting his grandmother’s name, picturing her in her dressing gown with no teeth in. A guaranteed turn off. He was somewhat exposed in flimsy boxers and if he allowed himself to get excited there was no way she could fail to notice, a hard on at that range would have her eye out!

They both sighed with relief as she moved onto his hip and continued up his chest. She kept her head down. She could feel his breath on the back of neck and the hair there sprang to attention.

Damn it! She thought as she knocked the bottle of solution over, she grabbed for it as it rolled across the floor, hands shaking. She returned to her work, reaching his ribs.

“Lie on your front please so I can do your back” she asked in what she hoped was a professional voice.

He did as he was told, relaxing slightly. Her touch was pleasurable, the pain relieving charm she had cast always worked and he could now only feel her hands working as she switched from solution to healing salve, ensuring that the salve was rubbed well in, she had no clue how the hell she was gong to manage to do this on his thigh!

He shifted onto his side again, Merlin and Magic! He had often thought about seeing her blonde curls between his legs, on lonely nights in his cabin. He looked away, counting the bottles on the shelf, trying to distract himself. It wasn’t working; he could feel her breath on his leg, her hand working the salve in. Despite his efforts he was getting hard, he had to get out of here before she noticed! He leapt up, wincing as the tightness of the burn pulled; he grabbed his jeans, pulling them on. He tried not to look at her as she stood back a moment. He knew what she looked like anyway, he’d watched her often enough. The high perky breasts, sometimes braless on hot days, flat stomach except the small female rounding. Hips that although not narrow were definitely sexy, and long, long tanned legs, tanned because she wore shorts most of the time. He really would have to shag her one day he decided. He also realised he was sweating. Fastening his jeans he looked up, pushing damp red locks out of his eyes.

Freya could only stare, it had turned her on, the healing she had administered and she looked at him as he stood before her, his blue eyes bright. He looked amazing, jeans that fit too well to help her soaring blood pressure, his tanned and muscular upper body, not a spare inch of flesh anywhere. His floppy red hair that she longed to run her hands through. She knew this was going to be a new fantasy tonight, when she was alone, him, his jeans… her mind wandered.

“Right, well thanks” he stammered, he was far too involved in hiding his own arousal to notice that her eyes were slightly glazed, her teeth worrying her bottom lip as she wondered what it would be like to kiss him, her body trembling with sexual tension.

“Anytime” she replied, but he was unable to move, he had noticed the sweat patches where her white top clung to her body, and her nipples were becoming erect. He thought maybe she was cold? How could she be cold when she was sweating? Now he was grateful he had his jeans on as his cock hardened more. She looked at him, a worried expression in her eyes

“Charlie? Are you ok? You look flushed, do you need more pain relief?” she asked

“What? No I’m fine” he stammered

“You’re not” she protested “Sit down”

“No!” he spoke roughly “I have to go, somewhere else”

“Where?” she quizzed “Charlie you are not fine!”

He took a step towards her, bugger it, he thought, aren’t men supposed to think between their legs anyway? He’d been turned down before “No I’m not fine” he whispered “I want to throw you on that couch and screw your brains out”

She looked shocked, but more from the effect his words were having on her body, her knees felt like the bones had been removed “You wanna what?” she twittered

“I’m sorry” he said backing off, he felt like a right twat now “Forget it, just caught in a moment”

She smiled at him, was she mad? She had longed to hear him say those words, well in her fantasies the words were slightly more romantic, but the sentiment was the same.

“And I thought you were a man of action head keeper!” she taunted “Not a tease, telling me you want to screw my brains out after I’ve got all hot and bothered tending your wounds, then going all coy on me” her eyes glittered wickedly, Charlie needed no second invitation, his lips were on hers in a flash.

One hand found her breast as the other snaked down her shorts and knickers, his fingers drawn to her clitoris.

“God, Freya, is that for me?” he groaned as he felt how wet she was, he played with her bud before slipping a finger inside her.

“I get wet just looking at you” she moaned into his mouth, undoing his jeans she released his erect cock.

“Fuck I want you” he said, half carrying her to the couch, he removed her shorts and knickers roughly, plunging two fingers into her.

She opened her legs wider, pushing his jeans and boxers over his hips, they gathered at his knees as she ran her hand up and down his shaft.

“Well that answers that question” she said as his hot mouth sucked a nipple in, making her squirm and moan.

“What question?” he asked breaking away, his fingers still moving inside her, making her flick her hips to him.

“Oh Charlie” she moaned “I’m going to come”

He removed his fingers “What question?” he repeated as he teased the lips of her soaked and twitching pussy.

“That you match, everything about you is big” she tried to rub against his hand as his mouth once again sucked and nipped at her breasts. At her words he plunged his fingers into her again, making her wail his name. God she was hot, he thought, he would have to be inside that tight wet pussy really soon.

“CHARLIE!” her hips arched and she rode his fingers, pulling at his cock hard and urgently, she was close, he wanted to hear and see her orgasm because of him.

“You are just too fucking sexy” he growled “And that hand is making me crazy” he moved to stop her “I’m going to come” he groaned pulling away; he removed his fingers from her, tasting them.

“Later” he ground out as he settled between her legs, his cock nudging the entrance “I’m going to taste that properly, and I’m going to fuck you in every position I know and then I’m going to do it all over again”

He almost lost control as he entered, feeling for her clit between them he rubbed, and the twitching and gripping around his cock was too much, he plunged into her, feeling her come as he fast approached himself. Wildly his buttocks clenched as he pounded, her nails raked his back. She felt him inside her as the orgasm he created ripped through her, she cried his name quietly as she did, it lasted so much longer than the ones she induced herself at thoughts about him.

He bit his lip, giving in, he had wanted her to come before him, in every fantasy he had about her, and he was much more in control than this. Making her come over and over before he gave in. If he was honest he could have come as soon as she put her hand on his cock. He felt the pressure build and seconds later he whimpered as he exploded inside her, stream after stream of his come shooting into her as he thrust. He continued as the spurts eased, he slowed, spent, the sweat dripping from him.

Slowly he came back to earth, resting his head on her shoulder, gently nuzzling. She pushed the damp hair away from his eyes, it felt so soft.

“If you knew how long I have wanted to do that” he said breathlessly “You would have eternal admiration for my self control”

She kissed along his forehead “Well, I’ve wanted to do that since that night I healed you on the sly when Maya had taken a chunk out of you”

“Only since then?” he grinned into her face “I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you, we have had a lot of fun in my imagination”

“That’s nearly ten years! I thought I was bad, having a secret crush on you for eight!” she said

“Yup” he said sliding out of her and planting a kiss on her bruised lips, before handing her the discarded knickers and shorts “Between us that’s eighteen years of fantasies” he raised an eyebrow as he fastened his jeans, wincing as the pain of the burn returned.

“Your burn!” she said reaching to touch him

“It will be ok, I think this method of healing is one of your best” he pulled her to him, kissing her “And I think I’m too sick to work this afternoon, and I need some private healing”

She giggled “All professional of course”

“Of course” he grinned “I’ll fuck you any way you want, professionally included”

He left the room ahead of her, the healers looked on as he strode out with a spring in his step, he was usually jaunty after Freya’s ministrations but no one should leave the healers THAT happy. Freya appeared a moment later, paperwork in her hands; she could still feel Charlie’s body on hers.

“Right, I’m going to do some of this paperwork in my cabin for peace” she announced “If you need me you know where I am” a blatant lie, she would be in Charlie’s cabin, not her own.

“What if Charlie comes in?” asked Luka slyly, she had an inkling that Freya was going to ‘do’ something a lot more fun than paperwork.

“Oh” she smiled at Luka “Weasley is definitely mine”

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