RP: The Aftermath
Date: 13/14 February 2006 - before the ball Characters: Verity Montague, Damian Montague Location: their new home in Hogsmeade (this is the muggle not knowing the address) Private/Public: Private Rating: R Warnings: post-coital, mentions of arguing Summary: Right before they get Theo's owl, so WAY before the ball.
His arms were strained and he felt a line of sweat trail down the curve of his spine; but at the moment he didn't care because he was panting and looking down at his still rather angry wife, but he could see the flashing of sated pleasure across her mouth, in her eyes; he watched it just a moment ago as her body had arched into his and her nails had dug into his shoulder blades. She was perfect when she came like that, out of anger, out of pure spite. Her lips were swollen and red from the nips he'd pressed against her lips, and their was a bruise forming the the base of her perfect porcelain neck that made him smirk slightly. Swallowing hard, his tongue darted to wet the sides of his mouth as he tried to calm his breathing, his chest still rising and falling to take in enough air from his previous exerted body.
They'd been arguing, fiercely and passionately arguing, but he didn't have a choice; if Rodolphus ordered the potion, he ordered the potion, and he wasn't going to risk his family merely because Verity wasn't completely comfortable with the idea. He realized his body bind had been a bit much, but her refusing it was one thing- but to refuse it to Marlowe?
Which was what had landed them in this situation, she'd argued the intelligence till the point he'd had to force it on her, and slimy healer, Montgomery or something, had been overly amused as he'd administered it- though Montague had ignored that bit.... and then he'd gone to do the same to Marlowe. Once the man was out of their house, Verity had nearly gone off. It could be slow acting poison; Rodolphus could just be trying to kill them; I can't believe you body-bound me!- the list went on. It had been when she'd threatened to leave that they'd ended up naked and panting on the bed, however; and at the moment he wasn't to keen to let her up, she still had a rather wicked glint in her eye that he wasn't willing to explore, never mind that he enjoyed the taste of her on his tongue, the way she still proceed to clench around him.
And he would have continued to stay that way, looking down at her, until he heard the anxious tapping on their window. Eyes glancing up, it was an owl, Theo's owl. Fear tore at his gut for a moment before he leaned down to kiss her sharply on the lips and then rolled off to open the window, not bothering to grab something to cover with.
Taking the parchment off the creature's leg, he uncurled it and gave a palpable sigh of relief, "here. I told you you should listen to me." Montague's words were harsh, but his tone was light as he turned to hand it to her.