Title: "I Like Pink, Right?"
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Characters: Teddy/Victoire
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Public sex
Themes/kinks chosen: Rhythm Method, Charms/Talismans
Word Count: 1640
Summary: One side of her mouth rises in an expression that disturbingly reminds Teddy of her father's look after pointing out the depth of the sea below their cliffs or the size of a dragon's stomach or the man-eating ferocity of a French veela who finds her daughters threatened. Teddy knows he's fucked. And about to be. In the bloody library.
Author's notes: Love to clandestinelli for help with Teddy, quimby for Ted, and dannyyy for the lengthy dances of encouragement.

"I Like Pink, Right?"

“What are you working on, love?”

Victoire looks up from the pages before her and smiles at Teddy. His hair is nearly black today- and his eyes Black grey. He's been trying this look ever since he found pictures of his Harry's godfather and his brother. It suits him, honestly-- highlighting his naturally full lips and the high cheekbones which rise up under pale skin.

He smiles back as her blue eyes meet his and something in her stomach twists pleasantly sharp.

“Mmm, a calendar.”

“Oh yes?” he asks as he slides into a chair next to her. “For Astronomy?”

She shakes her head, ice blonde hair slipping back and forth along her shoulders. “Non. Though there is some Astronomy in it. It is for us.”

“Us?” Teddy raises his eyebrows in confused interest. “You're not figuring out how many days we have until your father finally feeds me to your uncle's Welsh Greens, are you?”

Victoire's eyes roll toward the ceiling of the library. “He will not feed you to Uncle Charlie's dragons, mon amour. He likes you.”

“He keeps reminding me that dragons can swallow men whole, Vic.”

“It is true, yes?” She fights to contain a smile while Teddy groans. “But Uncle Charlie would not let him do such a thing.”

“No?”

“Non.” Her eyes twinkle then she continues. “You might give them indigestion.”

Teddy drops his head to the table with a loud thump. Victoire reaches over and pats his head fondly. “Do not worry, mon amour. I shall protect you from Papa.”

He groans again and mutters under his breath something that doesn't sound terribly grateful but she just giggles. He turns his face to her and opens one eye to look at her, a helpless grin tugging at his lips.

“Tell me about the Us Calendar then, Miss Weasley, and what it is for if not to mark the date of my Inevitable Doom.”

She giggles again and lifts up one of the gridded pages which is marked out with numbers and astrological notations and along with simple red dots. “It is most simple, yes? It is for me to keep track of my courses.”

“Your what?”

“My menstrual cycle, Mr Lupin.”

“Oh.” Teddy's mouth twists sheepishly and a faint blush begins to stain his cheeks.

“It is so we know when we can make love, yes?”

The blush grows a bit but he grins at her, perking up with obvious, teenaged interest. “Oh?”

She nods, tapping the squares marked with the red dots. “Mais oui. These are the days I bleed. And these-” She touches another few squares marked with blue squares. “--These are when I ovulate.”

“Oh. So those are days we can't shag?” His head lifts but his lips curve down into a frown. “Could they be less... cheery? Maybe a big black X instead?”

“And then you would think it were a treasure map, yes? Like those of your godfather?”

He laughs, a full rich sound that brings a flush to her cheeks. “Good point. Blue squares it is. Though I might be betraying my house to come to dislike blue.”

Victoire raises one eyebrow at him. “And what colour do you think they should be then?”

“Green or silver.” He answers too easily, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

She huffs and fixes him with a sharp look. “Perhaps then I would make the whole calendar green and you shall not see any more of the new knickers I bought.”

“Aww, Vic. Don't say that. You know I don't believe in all that House rivalry.”

Crossing her arms, she keeps looking at him with profound dubiousness.

“Er- well, except during Quidditch? And then it's all up Ravenclaw and down everyone else. Boo. Hiss. Bludgers to the Slytherin Brains.”

Victoire laughs softly and shakes her head. “Mmm, you are completely daft.”

“But you love me.”

She answers this with another huff but the tenderness of her expression belies the dismissal.

“So...” he begins speculatively, fingers pushing at the page marked “October” in Victoire's familiar looping script. “What colour is today?”

“You have eyes, yes?”

“I do. Only for you though.”

“Such things you say, Teddy Lupin.” Victoire blushes prettily despite her tone, then she slides her hand over Teddy's, letting her dainty fingers slip between his long ones. “Today is pink.”

“I like pink, right?” He brings his fingers together, squeezing hers softly.

Smiling coyly, she nods. “Oui. You like pink. It is now your lucky colour.” When he opens his mouth, she puts a finger on his lips to silence him. “Non. Do not say it.”

He smiles wryly, caught before he could make the pun, then kisses her finger lightly. His lips cling softly to the tip of her finger, just below the small curving nail. His tongue curls out and around her finger, circling it softly, and Teddy smirks ever so slightly when Victoire draws in a quick breath. He sucks her finger into his mouth with profound slowness, inching his mouth down the narrowness of skin and bone, until he's taken it complete in his mouth. His tongue presses up to the underside of it, cradling it to the roof of his mouth as he sucks it in soft pulses.

“Teddy...”

He raises one black eyebrow at her in silent question. When she doesn't respond immediately he pushes his tongue between the caught finger and the one next to it, making Victoire gasp again and arch in her seat, the calendar forgotten on the table in front of them. He moans in satisfaction at the reaction then gradually pulls his mouth back to the tip of her finger and kisses it tenderly once more.

“I want you inside me.” Her voice is soft but the impact on Teddy is profound. His eyes widen, the control of his morph slipping slightly so that his grey eyes take on a distinctly brown hue.

“Oh fuck, Victoire.”

“Now.”

Teddy blinks owlishly at her then his voice cracks slightly. “Now? Here?”

As she nods, Victoire starts rubbing her hand shamelessly over his groin, knowing just how firmly to press to coax him to hardness. “Oui, yes, here.”

His head drops forward a bit, ears and cheeks tinted pink, and he groans lowly as his cock stiffens under her hand. “Library?”

One side of her mouth rises in an expression that disturbingly reminds Teddy of her father's look after pointing out the depth of the sea below their cliffs or the size of a dragon's stomach or the man-eating ferocity of a French veela who finds her daughters threatened. Teddy knows he's fucked. And about to be. In the bloody library.

“Librarian?” he asks weakly.

Her smile just grows wider as her palm slides up and down the hard ridge of his erection. “Blind. And we will be quiet. And you are wearing your lucky acorn, yes?”

Teddy can only nod a little and touch the bronze acorn he wears around his neck. The small charm belonged first to the grandfather he knows only through Granny Andy's stories. It is a keepsake of the first cursebreaking Ted Tonks performed, given originally to Len McKinnon then after her death to Teddy's mum then finally to Teddy with the promise that it kept the wearer safe during 'great adventures,' which Teddy's last braincells that aren't screaming “SEX!!!” reckon shagging in the library is.

The chain which holds the metal acorn glitters over the pulse at the base of his throat, his heart quickly pushing the blood seemingly away from his brain and to his cock. His pulse grows faster as Victoire's move with Slytherin surety into his trousers before he even realises she's unzipped his flies. She frees his cock from his pants as she rises from her chair. Her wand swishes quickly in her hand then she lays it aside and straddles his lap, her skirt wrinkling about her hips. Her cunt is hot and wet against him. No thin, frustrating barrier of slick satin or rough lace or soft cotton between them, and Teddy belatedly recognizes the vanishing charm she performed.

Victoire brushes a lingering kiss over Teddy's full lips, nearly too beautiful for a boy and certainly too beautiful for a grown man, then she guides his cock to her entrance. Biting her lower lip, she repositions her hips then sinks onto his cock, her tight cunt sliding gradually down the generous length of it until they are both tense with trying to remain silent and not attest to the depth of his cock with echoing moans. Teddy puts one hand on her hip and cups the back of her head with the other, fingers pushing through her hair. She arches shamelessly, head pushing to his hand in demand for further attention to her hair from his fingers. He closes them snuggly around her hair as she starts to roll her hips, forward and back, forward and back. She's slow and as quiet as she can manage, but their breath is still rough and their chair is creaking under their fucking. Victoire arches her back, tips her head back in unmistakable abandon. Teddy's eyes go dark with lust and arousal as she moves above and around him.

“Oh god.”

Victoire freezes and Teddy's eyes open, and then both glance to the side where the interjection came from. Between the stacks of books, they see a flash of Weasley red hair and a generous smattering of freckles over pale skin, and Teddy and Victoire groan in unison, their heads dropping together so their foreheads are resting one against the other.

“Shit.”

Tightening around his cock just once, Victoire giggles quietly at Teddy's swear and kisses his nose before teasing quietly, “Perhaps your pink is not your lucky colour after all.”