Who: Molly and Gabe When: 1/23, end of the party Where: slytherin common What: Smut Rating/Warnings: Smut Status: Closed/Complete Molly was grateful for the win, and she had talked to a few scouts after. She was pretty sure only one was majorly interested, typically a female beater was a novelty, and it was even stranger to have two of them like she did. They did well enough though. No one was significantly hurt, and they had even gotten the snitch thanks to Gabe.
Now she was celebrating with her friends, and she was more than a little tipsy. The firewhiskey was flowing freely and she had been partaking liberally even for her. There was music and she occasionally let go entirely, allowing her body to sway with it. It was a good day, all things considered.
Despite what had happened with his sister, Gabe still mixed his medications and alcohol. There was a little E, he might've taken a toke, and was well through a bottle of whiskey by himself. He'd caught the snitch, helped win the game and that was worth a celebration.
Gabe didn't have to mention that he didn't know if he was the one who caught the snitch or if it was the raven. Logically, it was clear that it was him, he'd been the one to hand the golden ball to the ref, but it had been a surreal game. Gabe had been playing with and around the ravens and crows on the pitch that only he could see. The Raven was currently smoking by the window. Gabe didn't want to analyze that vision, especially not when his lungs were already burning from what he was smoking.
Gabe wasn't so drunk that he didn't notice Molly dancing. The Veela blood ensured he noticed, even if he wasn't generally aware of his friend.
Molly wasn't paying that much attention to the guys around her, though it was obvious that they were trying to dance with her. It wasn't something she much cared about. As long as they weren't touching her she could dance and let them circle her.
The fact that she was drunk and dancing didn't prevent her from noticing Gabe, and she smiled to herself, still moving to the music. She wouldn't complain that he was looking at her. He was hot, obviously, and she most certainly liked him best of the males in the house.
It was a party, right? Gabe took a final drag and put out his cigarette, flicking the butt in the fire as he came up to Molly to dance. By her, with her… whatever.
A smirk curved her lips as he came over and she turned so that she was facing him, obviously dancing with him and now ignoring the other boys that had lingered around. One hand settled on his hip, using it to pull him closer to her as they moved, her eyes meeting his.
Gabe was happy to move closer. It was the easy thing to do. Logical even after her invitation. He would be insulting her if he didn't. She was making eye contact again, he noted. If she dipped into his mind, she'd get nothing but ravens and crows and shadows and whiskey and smoke and Molly.
Molly wasn’t consciously trying, but sometimes she couldn't help getting flashes- mostly of her, though there was a faint buzz at the edge of her mind that she wasn't sure was entirely hers. Her hand remained on his hip as she swayed with the music, pressing ever so slightly closer to him again.
It was easy, dancing with her, and it wasn't just the Being-blood. It just was Molly. "I might be drunk." He explained, in case his dancing wasn't up to his usual skill. Or whatever.
“Me too…” She giggled softly, shifting to press her body more firmly against his. “I don't mind.” He was moving with her and it felt good to be close to him again. She had missed touching him.
"I might be more than just drunk?" Gabe said as though Molly hadn't been clubbing with him - as though she didn't know. Merlin, she could probably smell the smoke on him. He was being inane, but things had been weird between them.
“I know.” Because it was obvious. The scent made it so, even if she hadn't known him. She did know him though and she liked him a lot (even loved him) drunk, stoned, sober, whatever. She brushed a kiss near his ear and smiled slightly. “You're still the fucking hottest guy here…”
"Only because I caught the Snitch," Gabe had no illusions otherwise, if he was honest. Yea, he was good looking but he and Molly weren't there anymore. They were just friends. Merlin it had been a while since Gabe had hooked up though. Now that Sera was married, one of his usual outlets was no longer available.
“Even if you hadn't.” Molly wasn't great at flirting and in fact she could be quite awkward with it a lot of the time. She absently ran her hand through his hair, stroking the soft length and enjoying how it felt under her fingers. “You're always the hottest guy in the room, no matter who’s there.”
"Dunno, some of your brothers are probably coming into their own now." With the Veela blood, they would be - were - hot too. Not that Molly would see that about her brothers. And since they were Molly's brothers, Gabe considered them off-limits too.
Molly waved one hand dismissively and shook her head. She didn't think of her brothers that way. It was weird to even consider that people would find them attractive at all, though she supposed there were people that did. “You're still hotter.” Her hips shifted slightly against him, her arms pulling him close so it was obvious that she was dancing with him and him alone- that others were not welcome.
He wasn't her brother so of course she wouldn't seriously compare them. But they hadn't danced like this since.. it had been a while. He didn't want to think about how long it had been since they'd done anything. It was easier to focus on her hips against his - dangerous but easier.
If she had any desire for safety and sanity, she wouldn't be doing this. Right now it was about being with him in whatever way he would allow. She didn't want to lose that. Touching him was right, even if they'd messed it up a bit with confessions. “Want to go upstairs?” Her tone was low and seductive, and she rolled her hips against him again.
"Yes." Was it at all smart? No but he was too altered to be thinking clearly now. The small part of his mind that remembered things were off between them was drowned out by the drunken chorus of the rest of his mind that wanted to feel good. "Can the ravens come? They're gonna come anyway." He added a beat later, realizing it didn't matter if they had permission or not.
Molly laughed softly and nodded. “They can come as long as you do.” Her hand slipped down between his legs to cup him for a moment before she stepped back, sliding her hand into his and moving to start to lead him toward his room and the beds contained within.
There had been little doubt what the invitation had been even before Molly touched him. "I don't need to picture that," he commented about the Ravens. It was strange enough to see them playing quidditch - he didn't need to see them having sex. He caught her hand and walked with her - though he pulled his bottle out on the way. It might have been to have a drink himself, to offer it to her, or just to get it out of his pocket so it didn't spill when they got upstairs.
Molly could already feel the familiar heat between her legs, her body ready for her lover. She wanted him. It had been far too long since he had touched her. They made it upstairs and she again pressed against him, catching his lips with hers now.
Gabe loved her - and enjoyed being with her. Even with the awkwardness… or perhaps the awkwardness was because of the attraction. Gabe was too drunk to figure it out now. He was too busy kissing and undressing Molly.
The feelings were both mutual. She liked being with him and she loved him in return. It had been awkward recently but she wanted things the way they should have been. Her own hands began working at his pants, not wanting to wait to touch him. She wanted this, him in her, kissing her, and all over her.
"Bed," Gabe murmured - pushing her towards his. They should get behind the bed curtains and into a private space before they went too far. It was one thing to bring a girl home - another to screw her on the floor in the middle of the room.
Molly allowed herself to fall back onto the bed, pulling him down to kiss her again. “Want you…” Her hips arched up against him, allowing a bit of pressure and friction to stimulate the both of them. She wanted all of this, and she unfastened the buttons on his pants, wanting to go further.
"Yes," Gabe agreed. He tried to pull the curtains, kiss Molly and undress both of them all at the same time with various levels of success. Some progress was made on each of the tasks, although with far less efficiency than he he'd focused on any one task - or if he'd been more sober.
Molly was much more focused on one thing. Get his pants down. Once that was accomplished and his underwear followed she stroked over his erection, feeling it grow harder in her hand. She wanted, needed, all of this. Her own pants were a little harder to get off, but he could handle that. She was busy now.
Going upstairs and kissing her had been enough to start Gabe - but the alcohol had slowed the erection a little until Molly began to touch him. Gabe doubted there was enough alcohol in the world to make it so he wouldn't respond to her touch. It was more difficult to get her pants off without jostling her hand from what it was doing to him. He failed but he could survive a few moments without her hand since it meant he could kiss her intimately.
Molly shifted her body to help him along in the removal of her pants, her hands moving to shove them over her hips, along with her panties. She didn't want this going slowly. She wanted him inside her and she wanted it now. Her hands moved back to stroke him again after her pants were gone, her eyes meeting his again.
Gabe reacted easily, shifting into her touch and stroking her in return. This was no leisurely exploration. They might not be in a bar or club but they were drunk and it had been a while. This was physical. Desire and lust. "Want you." He was just conscious enough now to chose his word a little bit.
Molly nodded, her hips tilting up slightly. Her body would welcome him. It always seemed to- he was the first to claim her in that way and she reveled in the fact that she fit with him almost impossibly well. “Yours,” she murmured in response, telling him it was what she wanted too. All of this was mutual.
She felt good - right, and even though she was the one who initiated, he was glad for the confirmation before he consummated the moment and merged their bodies into one. Her body was hot and soft and accepted him easily… like it was made to.
She moaned softly as he pushed into her, her arms wrapping to hold him closer to her body. They may not have done this for a while, but it still felt right. Her body knew his, welcomed it, and she rolled her hips up into him, simulating the motions of her hips while dancing but with a more concrete goal. She wanted to feel him get off. That was almost a need now.
His goal was less formally defined than hers. He wanted to feel good and to make her feel good. He wanted to touch her to feel her writhing and convulsing around him with pleasure. And touching her was pleasure - feeling her skin beneath his finger, hands and tongue. She felt good period.
She couldn't help the soft sounds escaping her as his hands and mouth moved on her- as his body moved against hers. She wanted more. Her hands slipped into his hair and tugged lightly, her lips moving to his ear. “Harder, Gabe,” she murmured softly, rocking again into him.
Pulling his hair did what was intended - working to push him further. He moved faster, harder. Closer. He wanted to be closer - to feel closer to her. And touching her… trying to make sure he was stimulating the right spots on her too.
Gentle wasn't going to work for Molly today- if it ever had. She needed him to claim her body, mark her, and she needed to do the same to him. Her lips moved to his neck, starting with slight kisses and nips before growing a bit more demanding, passionate. She wanted people to look at him and know he was hers, at least in some ways. This way for certain.
Gabe wasn't sober enough for gentle. He was seeking her piercings and anything he knew worked to affect her. Anything that would get more gasps and moans and sounds from her. Echoing to her teeth against him too trying to push her further before he lost himself.
Molly moaned louder, her long legs wrapping around his hips and arching her body so he could thrust deeper into her. Her eyes closed as she moved with him, nothing but waves of heat and pleasure flowing through her body now. She was so close, and she could feel her body tightening, holding him in her as he touched her all over.
He was close… the way her legs wrapped around him, the way she moved against him… her sounds. Merlin… he came hard, still touching her, trying to finish her even as he was burying himself into her body and emptying himself into her.
Her eyes shot open as she felt the changes in his motion, meeting his and seeing the intense pleasure he was feeling. It was enough, paired with his touch, to shove her into her own climax, and her body shook and clenched him tightly, gasps becoming her only method of getting air.
Gabe was lost for a moment. The escape complete for a moment. For a brief instant it was pleasure and Molly. Not necessarily in that order. He hold her a moment before shifting his weight off of her.
Molly made a faintly disappointed noise as he moved off her, rolling to her side to curl closer to him. Yes, they had both found release but she didn't want to stop touching him. Her fingers trailed over his stomach and she smiled slightly before brushing a kiss over his neck.
She wasn't tiny but neither was he. He wrapped his arms around her. He wasn't going to stop her touching him… and was still teasing her skin gently as well. Distracting so they didn't have to talk.
Not talking worked for her. The last few times they'd talked led to awkwardness. This was nice, just being able to touch and be together without worrying about anything else. Her hand moved to trail further down his stomach, tracing along his hipbone softly. She had reached completion, but she didn't want to be done yet.
She could go more than once, and Gabe touch her touching as a cue she wanted more. He became a little more deliberate with his touch, seeking parts of her body he knew she responded to. He worked his way from piercing to piercing, fingers making patterns on her skin in between.
Her own fingers trailed up and down his stomach, while her other hand lightly toyed with his hair. She knew he liked that, that it made him feel good, and she wanted that. This was not just for one of them. They both wanted to make the other feel good.
The sex was still working, Gabe thought. At least based on what they had just done and were doing. So they hadn't screwed things up too much. His mouth began to form trails along her skin. He wanted to taste her and enjoy her body while he could.
She wasn't about to give up sleeping with him now that she knew she still could. The slip had been a problem, sure, but they could get past it. They wanted each other and they were good together. There was no arguing that at all. She hadn't stopped wanting him even a little. Her own mouth moved to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the back of it as he tasted her.
.There was a lot he could do for her while he was recovering. A lot he could do to her. Now that they were sexually engaged again, there was no rush. They could take their time and relearn each other's bodies. And he could still bring her intense pleasure too.