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ceredwensirius Feb. 1st, 2010 06:11 am)
ceredwensirius Feb. 1st, 2010 06:11 am)So, um, I wrote this for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ptterpr0nprmpts and much to my surprise I was a WINNER. I totally did not expect that to be perfectly honest. What a pleasant surprise. So, the prompt was foreplay, meaning no penetration was allowed, so I let my perverted kinky mind wander a bit. Apparently there will be a banner sometime soonish. Here is my submission:
Title: The Game
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ceredwensirius
Ship: Hermione/Sirius
Warnings: Masturbation, frotting on a motorbike
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1083
A/N: Thank you to my betawhitmans_kiss for the quick return. This was fun, hee!
Summary: He's not going to make it easy for her this time.
Hermione begins at dinner when her parents are over for their weekly visit. No, thinks Sirius, that's not quite right. She begins before they arrive. It's the same little game she loves to play with him every week but that doesn't mean he's tired of it. Far from it.
She finds him about thirty minutes before her parents are due to arrive. They're more punctual than the Hogwarts Express so the interruption she's counting on is a safe bet and they both know it. He likes to mix it up - where he'll be found. Sometimes he taunts her out in the garden, seeing how far she'll push the game with the whole world in easy view of their antics. Once he waited for her in the sitting room reading Hogwarts: A History, and by the look on her face he knew he'd upped the ante just as he'd hoped. Her cool had broken for just a moment, licking her lips in anticipation. Then she'd recovered, crawled into his lap and ground against his crotch while he read passages from that damned book. She'd threatened to stop if he did, so of course he didn't.
She'd nearly had to explain why Sirius was in the bedroom changing his trousers that day. That's part of the game too; nobody gets to come. Then all through dinner Sirius forces polite conversation through his teeth while all he can think about is sinking his hard cock into her tight hole.
Today he's in the garage doing a little work on the bike. He's not going to make it easy for her this time. The tips of his fingers are black with grease and oil and dirt. If she wants to tease him, she'll have to get over a bit of her natural fussiness.
The sound of her heels click against the concrete with little echoes in the mostly vacant garage; he pretends not to hear. Then she hums and begins to circle the bike, like she's sizing up her quarry, which she is. Without so much as a glance in her direction, Sirius continues to work on the bike, using a very dirty rag to oil the chain.
"Turn it on," says Hermione. The sultry purr tells Sirius everything he needs to know about how much she's enjoying this challenge.
"I can't," he replies, eyes on his work. "Chains off; it needed a good... lube."
Hermione laughs a throaty chuckle and takes another step closer.
"Is it stable? Magically, I mean; it won't fall over if I get on?"
Sirius' respect for her just went off the charts. The clever minx has taken his obstacle and is going to make it a prop.
"It'll hold," he says with careful nonchalance.
The first he sees of her is actually her foot - well shoe; red with a thin heel tapering to a point. As she swings her leg over the leather seat, she catches him with the toe of said shoe under his chin and forces his head up to meet her eyes. They are wicked with mischief and lust. Then, with a little wink, she presses that same toe to his chest and gives him a shove.
He only just catches himself, arms bent back and palms to the floor. He starts to give her a little glare but what he sees yanks the words out of his mouth.
Hermione has pulled her skirt up to fully expose herself. She's not got any knickers on. With those red heels in the stirrups, she's straddled the seat, pressing down and rubbing. He can see it all. She's not even using her fingers; she's just going to come right on his seat.
"Oh, bullshit," he mutters.
He's a bit too stupid with lust to get his zipper down quickly (he keeps fumbling for a button), but when he finally manages it, he goes straight into a hard pull. If his dick gets dirty, then his dick gets dirty; he doesn't really care. This is going to be brilliant. Hermione is utterly fucking gorgeous, rubbing wantonly on the seat, and all for him.
Their typical game has got a bit out of hand, but they're both too ready to come to quit now. It's still their game, but tonight around the dinner table Sirius won't be quite as tense.
Hermione's fingers grip the round tip of the seat and dig in, head tipped back, and hips steadily rocking her clit against the leather. It is the most gorgeous sight he has ever wanked to.
He wants to tell her to open her blouse a little so he can get a proper look at her chest, but there's no time. He's too close as it is. That's really where he'd like to come, but with her parents only minutes away, that's definitely out.
She's close; he knows that the full flush in her face and the little involuntary jerks means she's just about there.
"Go on, then," he encourages. "Wet the seat for me, kitten."
Hermione gives over, panting hard and mewling, her eyes fierce and locked on his until the spasms force her neck to bow. Sirius can't hold it off any longer and joins her, the chrome spokes on the bike's wheels now dripping with white.
Hermione crumples and a little, and wobbles in the seat. Sirius tucks himself in and comes to her aid before she falls.
"I'll never be able to ride and not think of you," he murmurs as he pulls her to her feet. "You should have done that ages ago."
Hermione's arms drift up around his neck and she gives him a soft kiss. "I'm sorry I ruined the game."
"I'm not," he assures her. "For once I might actually be able to remember what your father and I talk about."
"Where's the fun in that?" she asks coy.
"Pumpkin, Sirius… are you home? We rang and we knocked but no one answered."
"Oh, drat!" squeaks Hermione. "My parents!"
"Be right there," calls Sirius. "Just have a seat in the sitting room and I'll get your drinks."
Hermione mouths a 'thank you,' gives him another kiss, and sprints from the garage, straightening her clothes.
Sirius chuckles as he watches her go. That had been a right fun little spot of foreplay, but the night was hardly over.
ptterpr0nprmpts and much to my surprise I was a WINNER. I totally did not expect that to be perfectly honest. What a pleasant surprise. So, the prompt was foreplay, meaning no penetration was allowed, so I let my Title: The Game
Author/LJ name:
ceredwensiriusShip: Hermione/Sirius
Warnings: Masturbation, frotting on a motorbike
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1083
A/N: Thank you to my beta
whitmans_kiss for the quick return. This was fun, hee! Summary: He's not going to make it easy for her this time.
Hermione begins at dinner when her parents are over for their weekly visit. No, thinks Sirius, that's not quite right. She begins before they arrive. It's the same little game she loves to play with him every week but that doesn't mean he's tired of it. Far from it.
She finds him about thirty minutes before her parents are due to arrive. They're more punctual than the Hogwarts Express so the interruption she's counting on is a safe bet and they both know it. He likes to mix it up - where he'll be found. Sometimes he taunts her out in the garden, seeing how far she'll push the game with the whole world in easy view of their antics. Once he waited for her in the sitting room reading Hogwarts: A History, and by the look on her face he knew he'd upped the ante just as he'd hoped. Her cool had broken for just a moment, licking her lips in anticipation. Then she'd recovered, crawled into his lap and ground against his crotch while he read passages from that damned book. She'd threatened to stop if he did, so of course he didn't.
She'd nearly had to explain why Sirius was in the bedroom changing his trousers that day. That's part of the game too; nobody gets to come. Then all through dinner Sirius forces polite conversation through his teeth while all he can think about is sinking his hard cock into her tight hole.
Today he's in the garage doing a little work on the bike. He's not going to make it easy for her this time. The tips of his fingers are black with grease and oil and dirt. If she wants to tease him, she'll have to get over a bit of her natural fussiness.
The sound of her heels click against the concrete with little echoes in the mostly vacant garage; he pretends not to hear. Then she hums and begins to circle the bike, like she's sizing up her quarry, which she is. Without so much as a glance in her direction, Sirius continues to work on the bike, using a very dirty rag to oil the chain.
"Turn it on," says Hermione. The sultry purr tells Sirius everything he needs to know about how much she's enjoying this challenge.
"I can't," he replies, eyes on his work. "Chains off; it needed a good... lube."
Hermione laughs a throaty chuckle and takes another step closer.
"Is it stable? Magically, I mean; it won't fall over if I get on?"
Sirius' respect for her just went off the charts. The clever minx has taken his obstacle and is going to make it a prop.
"It'll hold," he says with careful nonchalance.
The first he sees of her is actually her foot - well shoe; red with a thin heel tapering to a point. As she swings her leg over the leather seat, she catches him with the toe of said shoe under his chin and forces his head up to meet her eyes. They are wicked with mischief and lust. Then, with a little wink, she presses that same toe to his chest and gives him a shove.
He only just catches himself, arms bent back and palms to the floor. He starts to give her a little glare but what he sees yanks the words out of his mouth.
Hermione has pulled her skirt up to fully expose herself. She's not got any knickers on. With those red heels in the stirrups, she's straddled the seat, pressing down and rubbing. He can see it all. She's not even using her fingers; she's just going to come right on his seat.
"Oh, bullshit," he mutters.
He's a bit too stupid with lust to get his zipper down quickly (he keeps fumbling for a button), but when he finally manages it, he goes straight into a hard pull. If his dick gets dirty, then his dick gets dirty; he doesn't really care. This is going to be brilliant. Hermione is utterly fucking gorgeous, rubbing wantonly on the seat, and all for him.
Their typical game has got a bit out of hand, but they're both too ready to come to quit now. It's still their game, but tonight around the dinner table Sirius won't be quite as tense.
Hermione's fingers grip the round tip of the seat and dig in, head tipped back, and hips steadily rocking her clit against the leather. It is the most gorgeous sight he has ever wanked to.
He wants to tell her to open her blouse a little so he can get a proper look at her chest, but there's no time. He's too close as it is. That's really where he'd like to come, but with her parents only minutes away, that's definitely out.
She's close; he knows that the full flush in her face and the little involuntary jerks means she's just about there.
"Go on, then," he encourages. "Wet the seat for me, kitten."
Hermione gives over, panting hard and mewling, her eyes fierce and locked on his until the spasms force her neck to bow. Sirius can't hold it off any longer and joins her, the chrome spokes on the bike's wheels now dripping with white.
Hermione crumples and a little, and wobbles in the seat. Sirius tucks himself in and comes to her aid before she falls.
"I'll never be able to ride and not think of you," he murmurs as he pulls her to her feet. "You should have done that ages ago."
Hermione's arms drift up around his neck and she gives him a soft kiss. "I'm sorry I ruined the game."
"I'm not," he assures her. "For once I might actually be able to remember what your father and I talk about."
"Where's the fun in that?" she asks coy.
"Pumpkin, Sirius… are you home? We rang and we knocked but no one answered."
"Oh, drat!" squeaks Hermione. "My parents!"
"Be right there," calls Sirius. "Just have a seat in the sitting room and I'll get your drinks."
Hermione mouths a 'thank you,' gives him another kiss, and sprints from the garage, straightening her clothes.
Sirius chuckles as he watches her go. That had been a right fun little spot of foreplay, but the night was hardly over.
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Great job *g*
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Which reminds me... I was re-reading Innocence the other day (for like the millionth time) and I came across this line in the last chapter -
"Still," he said, moving her blouse aside so he could settle Rasalas to nurse on the other side, grazing his finger over a nipple, very much on purpose. "No harm in keeping our form."
"That is just so very wrong," said Hermione with a little glare, unable to control her response to him. It had just been so long...
"Hey, don't blame me if-"
"Don't you dare say it!" she said scandalized. "I can't even believe you thought it!"
Sirius chuckled at himself, it was rather wrong of him.
I've been meaning to ask you for so long, but I keep forgetting.... what exactly is he trying to say ??
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And to answer your question:
moving her blouse aside so he could settle Rasalas to nurse on the other side, grazing his finger over a nipple, very much on purpose
Before the baby started nursing, Sirius stimulated her sensitive nipples, arousing her a bit. So they are joking about that.
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This gets me every time I'm reading that chapter... so please indulge me...:)
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"Hey, don't blame me if you get aroused while nursing our son. Mothers today, I ask you."
Which is a really, really wrong thing to say, but I could see him pushing his boundaries a little. I had done some research on breast feeding and was surprised to learn that this is a normal physiological response. I knew having him say that out right might not go over well with readers, but having him tease and allude to it allowed me to include it, while still skirting going in whole hog.
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*applause*
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