Imprints and Inkstains

More Catching

2009-02-04T02:23:18Z

Title: Dignity and Bubbles Don’t Mix
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: G
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Author's Note: A Drabble A Day #8. Prompter: Anonymous (Harpsi_fizz?)

Fandom:Harry Potter
Character(s)/Pairing:Draco Malfoy/Ron Weasley
Prompt:Interrupted bubble bath

“That is not dignified.”

“So? It’s fun.” Ron scooped some more bubbles from the warm bath and deposited them on Draco’s head with a grin.

“Fun? This,” Draco pointed at his head, “is fun?”

“Well – for me it is.” Ron’s chuckle was cut short as Draco dove across their bath and tackled Ron, pushing him under the frothy foam.

“Ron? Oi mate, where are ya?” called a voice just before Draco and Ron resurfaced, sputtering for breath and laughing. “OI! Ya could have warned me!” Seamus yelled, covering his eyes and fleeing the room.

“Warned him about what?” Ron asked.

Title: Lime
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Pairing: Kaylee/River
Author's Note: A Drabble A Day #9. Prompter: lash_larue

Fandom:FF
Character(s)/Pairing:Kaylee/River
Prompt:"What's that for?"

“What’s that for?”

Kaylee almost hit her head on metal just inches from her face. “River,” she mumbled sliding out from under the engine.

“What’s what for?”

“That.” River pointed to the tiny patch of lime green plastic protruding from the pillows in Kaylee’s engine room hammock.

“Well, it’s for when I ain’t got nobody whats got anything I want twixt my nethers.”

River looked thoughtful for a moment before reaching over, pulling out Kaylee’s vibrator and tossing it in the rubbish bin.

“Well I’m here.”

Kaylee forgot whatever protest or question was on her lips as River’s words registered.

Title: Pure
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: R
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Pairing: Kaylee/Jayne
Author's Note: A Drabble A Day #10. Prompter: hurathixet

Fandom:Firefly/Serenity
Character(s)/Pairing:Kaylee/Jayne
Prompt:engine-room distillation

“Whats de-sillyation anyway?”

“Distillation. I use heat from the engine to vaporize liquid into gas n collect the condensation. The condensation is a purified form of the original liquid.”

“Purified? Sounds like something Shepard be talking ‘bout.”

“It’s how they make booze Jayne.”

“Oh. So what’s this got to do with me?”

Kaylee blushed.

“Well?”

“IthoughtIcoulddistillyourcumsoIcouldhaveyouwithmealways.”

“What?”

“Oh just cum on this and I’ll show you.” Kaylee said, fingering an empty vial on a chain around her neck.

“Simple nuff.” Jayne pulled out his cock. “Little help?”

Dropping to her knees with a grin, Kaylee engulfed him in her mouth.

Title: Thief
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: G
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Hermione/Pansy
Author's Note: A Drabble A Day #11. Prompter: Anonymous (Harpsi_fizz?)

Fandom:Harry Potter
Character(s)/Pairing:Hermione/Pansy
Prompt:Passive blanket stealing in sleep.

Pansy woke up shivering, her breath condensing into fog with each exhalation. ‘We won’t need heat she says. The blankets will keep us warm she says. You’ll love the cabin, it’s so peaceful and rustic she says.’

Looking over the form of her sleeping wife, Pansy couldn’t help but smile. Hermione had rolled over, pulling the layers of warm blankets into a cocoon around her gloriously naked body. Shaking her head Pansy unwound what she could of the blankets and tried to snuggle as close to Hermione as possible. ‘At least I know she’ll make me warm in the morning.’

Title: Technicalities
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Sirius/Snape
Author's Note: A Drabble A Day #12. Prompter: woldy

Fandom:Harry Potter
Character(s)/Pairing:Sirius/Snape
Prompt:"fidelity is about trust; it has almost nothing to do with sex"

“I saw you with him again, coming out of the library.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and turned toward Severus.

“And?”

“And I know you’re sleeping with him.”

“Your point?”

“Did you or did you not swear fealty before I agreed to consummate this relationship?” Severus hissed.

“Fidelity is about trust; it has almost nothing to do with sex.”

“Says who?”

“Me. Just because I shoot a load up his ass doesn’t mean that I trust him with my secrets; with my soul. You have them, that’s what I swore. I never
said anything about not screwing around on the side.”

Playing Catch-Up

2009-02-03T04:28:31Z

Sick sucks. :( Until I'm completely back where I'm supposed to be with my Drabble-A-Day thing, I'll be posting them 5 at a time.

Title: Runes. Or Not.
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: G
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Pansy/Luna
Author's Note: A Drabble A Day #3. Prompter: woldy

Fandom:HP
Character(s)/Pairing:Pansy/Luna
Prompt: cryptography

“Still working on that dreadful Runes assignment?” Draco asked.

“I would have been done by now if someone didn’t keep interrupting me for help with Transfiguration.” Pansy rolled her eyes and turned back to the parchment she had been working on all night. To someone not familiar with Runes, the glyphs did indeed look like them; Pansy was in the process of revealing their true meaning.

A short while later she sat back to read the translation.

“If you took the time to solve this then I know you are serious. Astronomy tower, 11pm, Tuesday. Be careful of Nargles. Luna.”

Title: Colder Than the Rain
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Regulus/Severus
Author's Note: A Drabble A Day #4. Prompter:woldy

Fandom:HP
Character(s)/Pairing:Regulus/Severus
Prompt:rainy street & cigarettes

Regulus blew a trail of smoke out into the deserted ally, his body chilled by the rain.

“Those things will kill you,” a voice whispered in his ear.

“Damnit Severus! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“I always sneak up on you like this, too dangerous not to.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Regulus muttered.

“If you don’t like it then we can just stop.”

“You could just stop and not spare me a second thought?”

Regulus looked hard to his left, trying to make out Severus’ shape through the rain and was met with only silence.

Title: Just A Little Soap
Author:tattooedsappho
Rating: G
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Minerva/Hooch
Author's Note: A Drabble A Day #5. Prompter: redbeargrl

Fandom:HP
Character(s)/Pairing:Minerva/Hooch
Prompt:“I don’t believe that’s going to fit!”

“No.”

“C’mon Minnie, at least tell me why,” Xiomara pouted.

“Because I don’t believe that’s going to fit, that’s why!”

“Yes it will!”

“No, it won’t!”

“Look, all you need to do is make sure you got a little lube. Here, use this soap.”

“Soap?”

“I saw it once on a muggle tv show. They use soap to help em fit.”

“I swear Xio, I’m never letting you talk me into something like this again,” Minerva muttered as she grabbed the soap Xiomara was proffering.

“Scuba diving is fun and you can’t scuba dive without a wetsuit. Now get dressed.”

Title: Change
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Lady Heather
Author's Note: A Drabble A Day #6. Prompter: venturous

Fandom:CSI
Character(s)/Pairing:Sara/Lady Heather
Prompt:woof! Sara discovers she is more dominant that she thought

“I thought you didn’t want to be a Dom all the time.”

“I haven’t had to but neither have you; that should change,” Heather smirked.

“Really?”

“Rea…”

Heather was flipped onto her back before she could finish replying.

“Just remember you asked for this,” Sara whispered in her ear before turning Lady Heather onto her stomach and cuffing her to the bedpost. “Sometimes you can be such a bitch, did you know that? Bark for me bitch, bark like the dog you are.”

“I…”

Sara’s hand slapped against Heather’s ass before she could utter another word.

“I said bark!”

“Woof!”

Title: Double Header
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: BSG
Pairing: Helo/Apollo
Author's Note: A Drabble A Day #7. Prompter: willidan

Fandom:BSG
Character(s)/Pairing:Helo/Apollo
Prompt:“Again? Are you out of your mind?”

Apollo clung to Helo’s sweaty shoulders when he climaxed, his cum splaying across both their stomachs as Helo pinned him against the bulkhead, balls deep in the warm embrace of Apollo’s ass.

“Frak!” Helo grunted; pounding harder into Apollo’s shaking form until he too was quivering with post climatic ecstasy.

“I love it when you do that.”

“Do what?” Helo asked, leaning his head down and resting his forehead against Apollo’s.

“Bite your bottom lip before you cum. It’s sexy.”

“Sexy, huh? Maybe I should try to duplicate my performance.”

“Again? Are you out of your mind?”

“Maybe,” Helo smirked.

harbinger of what exactly?

2009-01-14T02:17:01Z

Title: Hope
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: G
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003)
Pairing: Roslin/Starbuck
Author's Note: A Drabble A Day #2. But I didn’t have anymore prompts! ::pouty face::

Hope is an excellent reason for doing crazy things, especially if the crazy things you do inspire hope in others. Hope was something humanity was in short supply of lately and when Starbuck found herself in a position to rekindle hope through crazy actions she took it.

She had her own reasons for doing so but nobody, save maybe one, would ever know of them. Doing something like this for the hope of humanity would be courageous and dedicated. Doing something like this for the love of a single woman would be downright insane.

She hoped Roslin liked the arrow.

i'll have a venti peppermint mocha please. ...oops... wrong starbuck

2009-01-12T23:38:39Z

Title: Technical Evaluation
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: R
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003)
Pairing: Starbuck/Six
Author's Note: A Drabble A Day #1. Prompter: lash_larue

Fandom:BSG
Character(s)/Pairing:Starbuck/Six
Prompt:"Is that mechanical?"

Starbuck let out a contented sigh, removing the slick vibrator and letting it fall carelessly to the sheets beside her. A soft chuckle drew her attention outside her bunk and she stuck her head outside the curtains that didn’t provide much privacy but at least obstructed anyone else’s view of her activities.

“Is that mechanical?” Six asked, moving closer.

“So what if it is?”

“You seem to like mechanical things between your legs.”

“Listen bitch, I don’t know…”

“Am I mechanical enough for you?” Six interrupted.

“Maybe, but I couldn’t give a proper review without a test flight,” Starbuck smirked.

A Drabble A Day

2009-01-10T20:42:55Z

i've decided to write a drabble a day for the rest of the year. so i need some prompts. (355 of them to be precise, damn i glad i started this on an easy day to math!) leave me a comment with as many prompts as you want, feel free to come back later at some point and add more. i'll stop allowing comments to this post once i hit 355 so if you can still comment, i still need prompts!

Comfortable Fandoms: Harry Potter, CSI (vegas), Battlestar Galactica (2003)
Expanding My Comfort Zone Fandoms: Law and Order: SVU, Phantom of the Opera, Firefly/Serenity, Star Trek: TNG

Characters

HP: Hooch, Snape, McGonagall, Tonks, Fred, George, Hermione, Bellatrix, Ginny, Rosemarta

CSI: Catherine, Sara, Lady Heather

BSG: Roslin, Starbuck

SVU: Olivia

PotO: Christine, Eric

F/S: Kaylee, Inara, Jayne, River

TNG: Picard, Crusher, Tasha

feel free to suggest fandoms/characters not listed! if i don't know anything about a fandom (example: any and all anime) i'll letcha know. characters listed are those i feel i can write well so go ahead and push me if you want to (just don't expect something amazing, lol!) angst, fluff, pwp, drama, gen, het, slash, femslash, bdsm...

I WILL NOT WRITE: scat, watersports or twilight.

i even made it easy for ya! copy & paste! ^_^

2 girls + 1 bath = NUMMY

2008-07-30T01:09:19Z

Title: Memories of a Bath
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1913
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Narcissa Black / Molly Prewett (both are 18 year old 7th years)
Warnings: Minor bondage, slight AU
Author's Note: AU for age manipulation & uncertainity of House Positions held (if any). Written for celestineangel as part of HP_Crackship.

Narcissa watched the Gryffindor enter the Prefects' Bath from the shadows and conjured a small block of wood into the door frame before the portrait could completely close. As Head Girl she had the password but previous experience taught her that even the proper password would not open the portal if the Bath was already occupied. She moved toward the entrance silently, blood thick with anticipation as she waited, listening for the tell tale sigh she had long ago come to recognize as the signal that Molly Prewett was sliding her naked body into the warm soapy water.

Opening the door slowly, she stepped softly on the stone floor, not wanting to betray her presence to the fiery seventh year. The mermaid caught her eye, winked, blushed and adjusted her hair as she settled on her perch to watch what had become an almost nightly event. Narcissa knew her secret was safe – her voyeurism was the price of her silence, Merlin knew how many secret rendezvous she had witnessed during her time in the Prefects' Bath. Having traversed the expanse between the entrance and the bath without giving herself away Narcissa silently removed her robes, alert for any sudden movement that Molly might make but trusting experience, the fact that she could bringing a smirk to her lips as her pulse quickened, that Molly would simply lie back and shut her eyes as she let her body relax into the water's warm embrace. Sliding into the water carefully she created barely a ripple as she moved to face Molly, less than an arm length separating their bodies.

“Long day?” Narcissa asked, startling Molly awake with a splash and a sputter.

“Narcissa, what are you – Narcissa!”

“Ssshhh.” Narcissa whispered as she placed a single finger on Molly's lips indicating her desire for silence even as she felt the familiar thrill at such a simple contact with the Gryffindor. Molly's eyes grew wide as she blushed a fierce red and whimpered against Narcissa's finger. “It just seemed like you were really enjoying this relaxing bath and I was compelled to join you.”

“How did yo -”

“I'm here, do you really want to bother with the hows and whys?”

“Whys?”

“Why I, Slytherin Head Girl, would even want to be with you, a Gryffindor Prefect, naked and alone in the Prefect's Bath.”

“When you put it that way, no.”

“Good. Now are you going to be a good little Gryffindor and rise to the challenge or are you going to act like a scared little cub and go running back to the safety of the den?”

Molly's eyes flashed just as they did when the pair faced each other in the Dueling Club and Narcissa knew she was in for one hell of a ride.

“What challen -”

Before Molly had finished speaking Narcissa was pressing her body close and searing her lips in a passionate, albeit brief, kiss. Tilting her head away for a moment she whispered, “Going to run?”

“Not on your life,” Molly growled as she launched herself at the blond, pulling Narcissa into her lap as she crushed their lips together.

Narcissa slapped her hard across the face once they finally stopped for breath.

“I am Head Girl. I am the one in charge here Gryffindor and it would do you well to remember that.” Narcissa ran her hand soothingly over the angry red mark on Molly's cheek, caressing her gently. Enthusiasm is not a bad thing, you just need to keep it in check. Powerful lioness you may be, I shall be your tamer.”

Raising her hand, Narcissa summoned her wand and swished it in Molly's direction. Fine, delicate links rose out of the bath and formed themselves into a watery chain. Running her tongue along her lower lip, Narcissa furrowed her brow slightly in concentration as she guided the chains into position with her wand.

“Go ahead, struggle, I know you're curious if they are as weak as they appear.”

Molly drew a deep breath and pulled her arms toward each other as hard as she could for as long as she could and yet – did not move. The watery chain held them flat against the bath's edge, spread out from her in some kind of grotesque bear hug.

“Satisfied?”

“How did you do that?” Molly asked, more curious than embarrassed.

“If I told you then I wouldn't be able to surprise you like this anymore.”

The unspoken message that their interlude may be repeated was enough to put to rest any vocalized inquiries Molly had but Narcissa recognized the “I'm thinking” look that came across Molly's face and knew she needed to refocus the Gryffindor onto their current situation. Wiggling her hips Narcissa moved her sex against Molly's drawing a sharp intake of breath from the redhead as she tried to press herself closer to Narcissa.

“So you are here with me. Good.” Narcissa bent her head and nibbled on Molly's collarbone, running her hands down her captive's torso, coming dangerously close to the other girl's breasts. Trailing her fingers down Molly's thigh she began sucking on the side of her neck before biting her way up towards Molly's ear as she worked her fingers up Molly's inner thigh. Narcissa bit the Gryffindor's earlobe as her fingers brushed gently over her labia without pause, continuing their journey back up Molly's sensitive body.

“Narcissa...”

“Mm?” Humming against Molly's sternum the blond smiled as she felt her captive's body respond to her vibrations.

“Narcissa, please...”

Kissing her way toward Molly's erect nipple, Narcissa paused to tease it with her tongue before enveloping it in her warm mouth. Grasping the base in her teeth she assaulted the tender flesh with her tongue, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through the redhead's body.

“Uunnmmm,” Molly moaned before yelping in surprise as Narcissa bit down sharply on her nipple.

“Is there something you want?” Narcissa asked, looking up through her long eyelashes at Molly as she trailed her tongue in lazy circles, soothing the other girl's breast.

“Narcissa, please, I want...”

“You want? What do you want?”

“You.”

“Me? What ever for?”

“Aahh!” Molly squealed as Narcissa teased her folds with a sly finger.

“Aahh? Come girl,tell me what you want.”

“I want you!”

“Tut, tut. You misunderstand. Tell me exactly what you want me to do or I shall be forced to ask again.”

“I want you to ... to ... Merlin Cissy! Fuck me already!” Molly screamed, her eyes begging with the silent hope that this was neither a dream nor some cruelly twisted Slytherin prank.

“Fuck you?” she smirked.

Narcissa slid back on her lap, allowing her hand more comfortable access to Molly's now swollen labia. Parting her lips with a finger Narcissa explored the redhead's folds, teasing the entrance to her vagina before slowly caressing her clitoris. Digging the nails of her other hand into Molly's back, Narcissa leaned close for a moment, biting her neck before capturing her lips in a kiss the likes of one Molly had never experienced. The blond sucked her lower lip before finally breaking their kiss, her blue eyes sparkling as they locked with Molly's before she smiled wickedly and assaulted

Her head lolling back, Molly whimpered in pleasure as Narcissa slid two fingers deep into her sex while massaging her clitoris with her thumb. Sliding her fingers almost completely out, the blond twisted them slightly before slowly pushing them back in; the motion causing her thumb to slide sideways over Molly's clitoris and elicited a tremor from the Gryffindor.

“This what you had in mind?”

“Oh Merlin yes!”

“Because I could stop.” Narcissa let the tension drain from her fingers and began to remove them from Molly's slick folds.

“NO! Don't stop, please Cissy, don't stop.”

“You want me to really fuck you girl?”

“Yes!” Molly squirmed desperately but between her hands being chained down and the weight of Narcissa on her lap she couldn't move enough to get any sort of friction against the Slytherin's fingers.

Grasping her wand from the edge of the bath, Narcissa again spoke the words that summoned the magical chains and used them to secure Molly's legs wide against the ledge they were perched on. A look of panic flashed across the Gryffindor's face but it quickly vanished as Narcissa bit her neck while she was replacing her wand.

“Now I can fuck you.”

Standing on the lower ledge, Narcissa leaned between Molly's spread legs and rubbed their bodies together; her tongue and teeth explored the Gryffindor's shoulders and chest before she captured Molly's lips with hers and slid her entire hand into her vagina. Any protest Molly could have made was smothered with Narcissa's lips and tongue, dominating her mouth as she dominated her cunt. Twisting her hand, Narcissa made slow fluttering motions with her fingers before clenching a fist and sliding her hand back out only to push in deeper.

“Tell me you like it.” Narcissa whispered in her ear.

“I ... I like ... I like it!” Molly gasped out as she tried to grind down against Narcissa's forearm.

“That's a good little lion,” Narcissa purred before lowering her head and sinking her teeth into the tender flesh of Molly's neck, causing the Gryffindor to yelp in surprise. Narcissa began pumping her fist in and out of the redhead's vagina at a furious pace as she used her other hand to hold Molly's chin – forcing the Gryffindor to look her in the eye. “You're such a little slut. Look at you, Gryffindor's star Chaser chained up and begging me to fuck her. If your boys could see you now.”

“Don't ... don't care.” Molly groaned as he muscles clenched around the blonde's fist.

With a smirk, Narcissa angeled her arm so she was sliding along Molly's clitoris with every thrust and soon the girl tied before her was quivering, body tensed and ready to explode in orgasm. Sliding her hand to the back of Molly's neck she dug in her fingernails and quickened her pace; the redhead flexing every muscle in her body as the tremors of orgasm took hold.

“Tell me you love me.”

“Merlin Cissy, I love you!” Molly screamed as she trembled.

Releasing her grasp on the Gryffindor's neck, Narcissa slid away from her and watched with a satisfied smirk as she rode out the ebbing waves of pleasure that were still coursing through her body. When at last she sagged half-consciously into her restraints the blond reached for her wand again.

“What are you doing?” Molly asked, vaguely aware of Narcissa bringing her wand to her temple.

“Just a little something my sister taught me,” the Slytherin responded. Closing her eyes she whispered the words that ended her nightly ritual, “Ego abigo tui memoria,” and a thin strand of silvery substance followed her wand from Molly's temple to the crystal phial hanging from a delicate chain around her neck. After having her memory stolen, Molly passed out against the ledge and Narcissa took advantage of the brief moment before she returned to consciousness to get dressed and make her way out of the Prefects' Bath.

Shaking her head Molly awoke to the watchful gaze of the mermaid upon her.

“Did I fall asleep again?” she asked, not expecting an answer from the mute stained glass. “There's something about this bath, makes me sleepy I guess. Oh well, back to the common room and homework. I hope Arthur hasn't been waiting too long.”

----
Ego abigo tui memoria = I steal your memory (as translated word by word)

inspiration hit at work today...

2008-07-30T00:44:05Z

Title: Percy's Tests
Author: tattooedappho
Rating: PG-13 / R
Wordcount: 662
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Rufus Scrimgeour / Percy Weasley
Warning: This story is AFU. srsly.
Author's Notes: Written for celestineangel as part of HP_Crackship. Spoof of a certain scene from South Park (Season 2 - Summer Sucks).

“The Minister will see you now.”

“Thank you.” Dolores Umbridge walked past Kingsley's desk and into Rufus Scrimgeour's office. “Hem, hem.” She cleared her throat, standing at attention to make herself seem taller but still her pink-hatted head barley broke the surface of Rufus' fine mahogany desk.

“Ah, Dolores, good of you to come on such short notice,” Rufus smiled at her.

“Minister, I can't find that one-eyed trouser snake you told me to look for,” spoke a voice from under his desk.

“Damnit Weasley, you'll just have to look harder!” Rufus rolled his eyes before returning his attention to the pink frog in front of him.

“What can I do for you Madam Umbridge?”

“You are the one who summoned me, Minister.” Dolores replied, wondering why Rufus had a snake, a Muggle snake if she heard the name correctly, in his office.

“Yes, of course. We need to come up with a way to put the Ministry of Magic on the map!”

“On the map?”

“Something big! Something the networks will drool over!”

“Excuse me but ... what are you talking about Minister?” Dolores was beginning to get flustered, obviously there was something going on that she didn't know about and it bothered her. She eyed a fly buzzing just to her left and contemplated snacking on it to ease her nerves but decided that the Minister wouldn't appreciate her taking a snack break in the middle of their meeting.

“Found it!” The voice from under the desk sounded strangely muffled, as if it were trying to talk with a mouth full of blood pudding.

“Uh, nnm,” Rufus grunted.

“Minister?” Dolores wasn't sure what was going on with the missing snake but she hoped it wasn't the type that enjoyed eating frogs.

“Yeeaaahhh, right there.”

“Right where? Minister, you are making no sense. This must be Potter's fault!” Dolores tried looking infuriated but only managed to make herself resemble a constipated bullfrog.

“Madam Umbridge, I am making perfect sense. It is your responsibility as the new Head of the Ministry PR department to think up something that will wow them.”

“Who?”

“The networks!”

Dolores opened her mouth to question again but the Minister had started sliding down his chair; she rushed out to tell Kingsley that the Minister was in danger.

“What do I have to do to get competent help around here?” Rufus muttered as his body slid completely off his chair and he tumbled on top of Percy Weasley who was white, sticky and looking at him with a hopeful expression on his face.

“Fine job Weasley, fine job. Just one more task before I can promote you to Undersecretary.”

“What is it Minister?”

“I want to watch you flog the bishop, must ensure that my Undersecretary has the proper technique.”

“Right away Minister,” Percy said as he reached into his robes. His hand firmly grasping the bishop's outer robe, Percy began sliding up and down along its body until the bishop stood proudly erect. Rufus' eyes grew large when he realized how tall and muscular the little man really was. Percy pinched the top of the bishop's head before shaking him around a bit and then proceeded to put him in a choke hold and stretch him. The bishop coughed, spitting up a little, which caused Percy to smear the liquid all over its head. With a grunt Percy launched into an extensive routine of pulling, stroking, grasping and shaking which caused him great stress, as evident by the beads of perspiration forming on his brow and his heavy breathing. Giving it all he had, pushing himself so hard that he began to visibly shake from exertion, Percy released his grip on the bishop and slapped it a few times just as it puked up all over Percy's neatly pressed (although now slightly rumpled) robes.

“Wonderful technique Weasley. Although I think that trouser snake needs to be milked again. Precious venom you know.”

“As you wish Minister.”

Back to Bella

2008-03-15T02:13:24Z

Title: Limits of the Flesh: Redux
Author: tattooedsappho
Beta: too impatient to have this thing beta'd. sorry.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Bellatrix Lestrange / Alice Longbottom
Warning: violence/torture, pseudo non-con (starts off like it might be but really isnt)
Notes: Read Limits of the Flesh first, this will make more sense then. This little piece has been rattling around my head since I first wrote Limits of the Flesh, it has just taken me this long to finally get around to writing it. I'd like to dedicate this to coerciveconsent. Keep writing luv!

Bellatrix walked into the enclosure silently and let her eyes drift over the trembling form that was Alice Longbottom. Her hair was much shorter than Bellatrix remembered, her body more toned than soft but her eyes, those damned grey eyes with their fiery spark, were the same. Sensing her penetrating gaze, Alice lifted her head to regard her captor. Shock, anger and sadness played through her eyes as she took in the figure of Bellatrix Black, no – Lestrange, smirking down at her.

"Alice."

"Bella."

"Alice, you know what we want. You can end all this right now."

"Even if I did know what you wanted to know I would never tell you."

"I was hoping you'd say that." Bellatrix licked her lower lip as she approached her prisoner. "It pains me to admit that I've missed you; but as you can see, I did choose wisely. I wish you had listened to reason, you would have been the perfect compliment to our little ..." Bellatrix tilted her head to the side, " gang I believe you called it?" and laughed maliciously. "Too late for going back now dearest."

"I would still choose the same."

"I meant so little to you?" The dark haired witch exploded with rage. "We meant so little to you? Easy enough to cast aside because a doddering old fool told you to? Thrown away like so many scraps of stained parchment, nothing but a sad reminder of the life you used to dream of?" Bellatrix threw her words like knives, her anger laced with bitterness and tinged with revulsion; leaning in toward her captive she spoke in little more than a whisper, "I am not a witch to be toyed with." Dark eyes met grey and Bellatrix captured Alice's lips in a rough kiss. At first it was like kissing a statue then Alice apparently registered what was happening and tried to pull away; Bellatrix bit down on her lower lip sharply, drawing blood only to lick it away with her tongue. In that moment Alice was transformed; no longer was she prisoner of Dark Wizards, no longer was she being forced to listen, powerless as her husband – the father of her child – was being tortured mercilessly, no longer was she fighting for the light against the ever rising force of the dark. She was in the arms of the girl she loved, stealing a quick snog between classes while the rest of Hogwarts moved on, completely unaware of the taboo inter-house rendezvous occurring behind the tapestry of Dillys the Diligent. Leaning into the kiss, her lips hungry for Bellatrix's caress, her tongue dueling just as fiercely as her wand was known to in battle, Alive charged her captor head on and what she found left her breathless and flushed. Bellatrix pulled back after what seemed like an eternity, her eyes the deep onyx pools of her younger years, not the crazed, fire-streaked cloudiness she had come to be feared by.

"It was always you Bella. It will always be you. It hurts like hell to see you like this, here, my enemy. Nothing will ever stop my love for you, do what you will – I have already forgiven you."

"Alice ..." Bellatrix whispered, words trailing off into silence as she looked at the woman who was once the girl she loved. Shaking her head she stepped back, forehead creased with fury she loosed her painful words again. "You! You act as if I am the one who has something to be ashamed of! As if you had no part in our past, no blame to be shared for our fate!"

"You knew then as you know now where I stand Bella. It was youthful foolishness to think that we would last. Can't you see that? We were too different and too similar at the same time."

"Too different? The blood that runs through our veins is as pure as that as any other true wizard! Why can you not see that? Why must you sully yourself, fight for those who are not worthy of the name 'wizard'? The Dark Lord is not truly gone, he will return again and we, his followers, shall take up the fight anew, dispatching any who stand in our way. I can be your salvation if you want it badly enough; just think what we could do together!"

"I fight because I do not believe myself any better than those you deem unworthy; that you, your Death Eater friends or your Dark Lord is any better. I love you Bella, but I despise what you stand for."

"Stupid bint! This is your chance, do you not long for me? Do you not wake at night, covered in sweat and find yourself disappointed that that mamma's boy is the warm body next to you instead of me? Do you not long for the feeling of my skin pressed against yours, our legs intertwined, my teeth on your neck?"

Alice hung her head.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Then why? Why stay with him? Why fight for him?"

"It is not him for whom I fight. It is for my son, the sons and daughters of others and those yet to be born. For the future; to make sure that all witches and wizards have a chance to grow up and find the love that I found for you, to make sure that that love won't have to be sacrificed because of blood, to make sure this – us – never has to happen again."

"All your dreams of blood equality are going to die Alice; it matters not the actions you take for our power is greater than you could ever imagine. Do not be a fool, you have the chance now, here, to make things right."

"If I do that, thing will never be right."

"You bloody slag! Why won't you save yourself? Save us? You're going to die here and there's nothing that can stop that, save my intervention! Don't you care? You're forcing me to kill you!"

"I have made my choices Bella, you must live with yours."

"Fuck you! You and your precious Order and your filthy mudbloods!" Rage burned in Bellatrix's eyes as she pulled Alice up from where she sat. "Choose them over me?" A wave of her wand made the barrier walls glow a deep green for a moment. "Choose him over me?" A swish and Alice stood nude before her. "YOU SAID YOU WOULD LOVE ME FOREVER!" Bellatrix reached out, grabbing Alice by her wrist and pulling her close. "You said you would never stop," she whispered before claiming her lips in a searing kiss.

Alice tried to push her away but Bella only held her bruised body tighter. Running her hands down the nude witch's back, she sunk her nails into the flesh of her ass causing Alice to open her mouth which Bellatrix promptly filled with her tongue. Bellatrix's hand slipped over Alice's hip and made its way up to sharply twist one of her nipples as she pushed her backwards until their bodies were supported by the magical barrier. Shoving her knee roughly between Alice's thighs, Bellatrix pressed her body up against hers and deepened the kiss, Alice unable to pull away since she was pinned between her captor and her cage continued her protest by attempting to push Bellatrix off of her.

"Not even a kiss before dying?" Bellatrix queried, moving her lips to Alice's ear.

"Not if you are intent on stealing it."

Bellatrix pulled back then, her eyes the only signal of her confusion as she kept Alice pressed against the barrier, if only in a more relaxed manner.

"Stealing?" Bellatrix arched an eyebrow requesting explanation.

"This damned power play of yours. We both know neither of us is going to change sides. We both know I'm not going to make it out of here. Be it by your hand or one of their's," she tilted her head toward the entrance of her prison, "I will meet my end here. Why play games? If this is a ploy to get me to tell you something I don't know then forget it. If, however, these glimpses of my old Bella are not delusions brought about by my stay here, then I think you know how to get what you want." Alice looked into Bellatrix's eyes as she finished speaking, regal even in her weakened state.

Bellatrix kept her eyes fixed on Alice's as she leaned in and places a soft kiss on her lips.

"I will miss you. Your politics I shall not, but you I shall."

Alice pulled Bellatrix to her, wrapping her arms around the other witch's waist and burying her face in her shoulder. Her body shook silently for a moment before she moved her head to look Bellatrix in the eye, tears of love and sadness mixing together on their path down her cheek, before speaking.

"Take my life if you must, you already have my heart."

Bellatrix's robes melted from her body with a word as she brought Alice to the floor with her, whispering a charm to cushion their bodies from the rough stones, and peppered her neck with soft kisses before grazing her teeth over Alice's pulse point and biting down hard. With a low moan Alice raked her nails down Bella's back, arching her own back in pleasure as the long haired witch bit and sucked her way across her collarbone. Lowering her head to Alice's breast, Bellatrix teased with her tongue before biting down sharply upon her nipple and sucking it into her warm mouth; using her hand she caressed Alice's other breast, thrumming her nipple to the rhythm her tongue was making.

Alice caught her by surprise, flipping Bellatrix onto her back as she broke away from her breast to kiss her way down Alice's stomach. With a smirk the short haired witch lowered her head, "You're not the only one having fun tonight. I'm entitled, it being my last night on earth and all." Straddling Bellatrix's thigh, she ran kisses up and down the other witch's torso; lick and nipping, biting and sucking, savouring the taste and feel of her long absent flesh under her lips. As she caressed a nipple with her tongue Bellatrix tensed her thigh, pressing her muscle harder against Alice's wetness and causing her to bit down in shock before she ground against her and resumed sucking through whimpers of pleasure. After a few intensely long moments she disengaged and leaned back, her fingers trailing achingly slowly down Bellatrix's torso before her hand cupped her mound tenderly. One, then two fingers spread Bellatrix's lips as Alice rocked her hips against her smooth thigh; sliding through the wet warmth she pressed into Bellatrix's center and back out again, smiling down at the heavy lidded witch who was biting her own lip in pleasure. Building a rhythm, she pumped her fingers in sync with the rocks of her hips and pushed them both closer to the release they were so desperately seeking. Bellatrix grasped her waist and dug her nails in, pulling along with her thrusts and making her thigh slick with Alice's wetness. They locked eyes in that moment, each wanting to push the other over the edge, to give the only gift they had left, to burn the memory of their last night together into the very air around them. As Bellatrix clenched around Alice's fingers, Alice began bucking against Bellatrix's thigh; riding each other into bliss they held on as long as possible before collapsing into each other with murmured words and gentle kisses.

Bellatrix ran a hand down Alice's side, relishing the feel of her warm skin under her fingers, and trailed a finger over her wet outer lips, bringing it to her mouth with a smile and licking it suggestively before capturing Alice in another searing kiss. For long moments their tongues vied for dominance as their bodies rubbed against each other, slick and sweaty they immersed themselves in the moment and focused the entirety of their beings on their shared moment. As their eyes met Alice whispered, "Please," to Bellatrix's questioning glance. Kissing her way down Alice's body, Bellatrix twisted her body around and straddled Alice's face; lowering her pussy to Alice's waiting lips as she explored Alice's with her tongue. Alternating between sucking on her clitoris and massaging her vagina, Bellatrix lost herself in Alice's warmth; cares and concerns melted with each pass of her tongue and she found herself drinking in the taste of her lover with a passionate energy long since forgotten. While Alice's tongue worked its magic on her clitoris Bellatrix drove harder and faster, flipping them over so that Alice would ride her face as she came, drowning Bellatrix in her juices. The spasms of the woman above her started moments before Bellatrix's own and the pair kept licking and sucking, drawing their orgasms out as long as possible until they lay spent, wrapped in each other's arms with closed eyes and peaceful smiles.

Bellatrix woke first, Alice's head nestled against her shoulder, her breath tickling her ear as she breathed calmly in her sleep. Disengaging from her sated lover, Bellatrix redressed and sat to watch Alice as she slept. Emotions played freely across her face, something that had not happened in a long while, as she contemplated her fate and the consequences of the actions she was about to take. She believed the Dark Lord would return and that people like Alice Longbottom needed to be done away with if they would not support the true leader of the Wizarding World. There was a small part of her heart that felt pain and sadness at the prospect of torturing Alice but the majority of her knew that it was the right thing to do. At least she could do it herself rather than leaving it to some clumsy oaf like her husband or a power mad sycophant like Lucius. Content with the fact that she could at least spare her lover some pain she murmured softly and Alice was surrounded with a pale blue glow that slowly sank into her skin. Alice woke slowly, yawning and stretching before looking around only to have her face reflect the ghastly revelation that she was still a captive and would be facing the end of her life at the hands of the only woman she ever truly loved. Looking up, she saw the grim expression in Bellatrix's eyes and knew her time had come; summoning her clothes she got dressed and walked to where her love had moved to stand on the other side of the room.

"Do it now, while I still have you with me, while you can still taste me and know my love will last longer than this lifetime."

Bellatrix pulled her into a tight hug, kissed her forehead softly and stepped back. She closed her eyes a moment then looked back at Alice, all trace of Bellatrix the lover completely obliterated by Bellatrix the Death Eater.

"CRUCIO!"

Alice's body spasmed, falling to the floor she continued to shake erratically yet she was silent. Bellatrix held the curse till she passed out then revived the Auror with a wave of her wand.

"Why..." Alice questioned as she came to.

"Do not question my generosity, traitor. You shall pay for your misguided loyalties. CRUCIO!"

Alice's body was racked with spasms again, her muscles convulsing in unfelt pain as Bella watched her with a haughty sneer. Her body gave way again and Bellatrix revived her; repeating the torturous loop until well after daybreak, Bellatrix focused all her anger and frustration into the piecemeal destruction of that which she loved.

Kneeling by the limp body Bellatrix's face softened as she cradled Alice's head in her lap.

"I will always love you," she whispered before placing a soft kiss on Alice's cheek. Closing her eyes, she held her wand to her head and pulled a silvery strand from her temple. Holding it over Alice's forehead she recited a short spell and watched as her memory of what she just said slipped into Alice's head. Standing, she let Alice's head slip to the still cushioned floor and walked out of the enclosure without a backward glance.

do i have to spell it out for you??

2008-01-15T03:11:41Z

Title: Unexpected
Author: tattooedsappho
Beta: Silyara
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Tonks / Hooch
Warning: Implied drug use
Notes: Written for bonking_tonks prompt #58 - "Do you like girls or boys? It's so confusing these days"

Tonks and her friends spilled into the dimly lit club in a noisy cluster. As a few people jumped onto the dance floor she made her way to the bar to get some drinks.

"Usual?" asked the bartender.

"Yep, and Merlin can we use them."

"Hard day at the office?"

"You know very well we're not even into the office yet." Tonks said with a smile. "Still training and all, that Shaklebot is a slave driver."

"Well, here you go. Relax and have some fun. Merlin knows you lot need a break once in a while."

Tonks thanked him and levitated the drinks ahead of her to the large corner table that her co-trainees had staked out; stumbling as she sat, she managed to set the drinks down without spilling much and collapsed into the booth next to Anya. The air vibrated with the hum of the music, the pulse of the bass rattling glasses near the speakers, and soon all thoughts of Auror training were lost as the group of young witches and wizards found distraction in their glasses and on the dance floor.

Making her way up to the bar for another shot of Firewhiskey, Tonks' nose was greeted with a strange smell; someone at the bar was smoking and it didn't smell quite normal. She was curious and wanted to know what this hooded stranger was smoking, so she choose a seat next to the still unknown patron and signalled the bartender for another drink, trying to figure out what to say to break the ice.

"Are you going to sit there quietly all night or are you going to say hello?" a vaguely familiar voice pulled her out of her thoughts. The witch next to her had pulled down her hood and bright yellow eyes smiled at she spoke.

"Madam Hooch! I'm, I'm sorry for..." Tonks began to studder.

"No worries dear." Hooch put a hand on Tonks' arm. "Stay. At least ask me what you came over to ask."

"What are you smoking?" Tonks blurted out before she had a chance to think. "I'm sorry, please, I just...."

"Oh stop thinking I'm still your teacher and loosen up." Madam Hooch chuckled before taking another drag. "This stuff is a wonderful muggle invention called flavoured tobacco. Although I will admit to intensifying the flavour with magic. I've been on a bit of a licorice kick lately. And a bit of something else. But I don't tell just anyone my secret ingredient." She said with a mischievous smirk.

Possibilities of what the 'secret ingredient' could be raced through Tonks' mind but that train of thought soon came to a screeching halt when she realized what Madam Hooch was wearing beneath her cloak. She was saved by the bartender bringing her drink down and promptly slammed the Firewhiskey back before flipping the glass upside down on top of the old wooden bar; returning her gaze to Madam Hooch, she was surprised to find her smiling at her.

"Still here? Why would you want to sit here with me when your friends are obviously having such a grand time?" Madam Hooch asked as a peal of laugher broke across the club from the direction of Tonks' table.

"I don't know." Tonks blushed as she started to stand.

"Well then don't go leaving now. Here, have a drag." She passed her hand rolled cigarette to Tonks.

"Madam H..."

"Tonks dear, call me Xiomara. Or I shall be forced to call you by your given name."

"Right. Xiomara it is." Tonks replied so quickly that even she was surprised. Taking a drag she suppressed a cough and handed the cigarette back to Xiomara.

"So, how is Auror training going?"

"I'm doing horribly in Stealth and Tracking but Concealment and Disguise are insanely easy."

Xiomara chuckled.

"What?"

"I can't imagine that they wouldn't be insanely easy for you."

"Point taken."

"You get any time for Quidditch anymore?"

"Sometimes. A few of us tried to get some pick up games going but it's hard to find a place that is safe to play. You know, with hiding it from the muggles and all."

"That's always the hard part. You should come by Hogwarts sometime, when you have a chance. We can go flying, toss the Quaffle around or have a go at the Bludgers."

"Really?"

"Really. Why not? It'd be fun." A stream of greyish smoke whirled in a lazy circle around Xiomara's head as she exhaled. "Yes, it would most definitely be fun."

Tonks smiled at her old instructor and felt her eyes drawn down again to the edge of the black bustier that Xiomara was wearing. Tearing her eyes away, she signalled the bartender for another before looking back to Xiomara.

"Like what you see, do you?" Xiomara asked smugly.

"I..."

"Do you like girls or boys? It's so confusing these days."

"What?"

"Well I'm assuming you must like girls at least a little judging from that last look I got but are you actually open to...more than looking?" Xiomara queried.

A peculiar look, a mix of confusion and intrigue, crossed Tonk's face as she bit her lower lip and searched for words in silence.

"You are quite dear when you do that."

"You don't find it annoying? Think it's childish?"

"No I do not. It is very alluring and sexy. Draws attention to your lips." Licking her lower lip she looked up slowly from Tonks' lips to her dark eyes and smiled. "Very sexy."

Crimson streaks worked their way through her hair as Tonks' blushed under Xiomara's lusty gaze. The electricity between them was palpable, butterflies dancing in her stomach as her yellow eyed paramour slowly covered her hand with her own.

"Would you like to continue this conversation somewhere else? You seem a bit flustered."

"I've just – nobody's ever... Why leave?"

"Tonks dear, do I need to spell it out for you?" Xiomara stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray and finished off her drink in one swallow. "I'm going home now. I would like for you to join me. I will have a cigarette outside so you can make your excuses to your friends and then I will leave. If you are not outside by then I will assume you have no intention of coming with me." Xiomara stood and pulled her hood up over her head again. Tonks would have been mildly shocked to see her wearing muggle jeans and dragon hide boots but was still attempting to process the proposition the flying instructor had given her. "I do hope you'll come." Xiomara whispered into her ear as she reached over Tonks' shoulder to leave the bartender his tip. She trailed a finger up Tonks' arm to her shoulder, leaving goosebumps in her wake, as she stepped away then made her way to the exit.

Tonks sat mesmerized by the warm breath at her ear, chest heaving as she tried to memorize the feeling of Xiomara's finger upon her skin. A a moment later she practically jumped up and ran through the crowd to her friends' table.

"I gotta go guys, sorry for bailing but something just came up."

"Sure, have fun with something!" Anya joked and the rest of the table laughed.

"Go on, at least one of us is getting some tonight," another witch added with a smile.

Tonks waved and made her way to the door, stepping through to the sight of Xiomara crushing a cigarette under the heel of her boot.

"Wait!" she cried, rushing to the older woman's side.

"I thought you weren't coming." Xiomara said as she reached out and clasped Tonks' hand in her own.

"It just took me a minute to get my brain working again. Someone managed to make me incapable of thought for a little while there." Tonks replied with a smile.

"Come walk with me, my flat is only a few minutes away." Heading off into the foggy darkness, Xiomara led Tonks down a few side streets and under the dim illumination of a number streetlights before stopping and placing a soft kiss on the younger witch's cheek. "Come on, this is my place."

Three flights of stairs and one short hallway later Xiomara stopped and whispered something to the Holyhead Harpy crest on the door before pulling out a key, unlocking it and beckoning Tonks to follow her.

"Come through here, let me show you something." Xiomara said and she pulled Tonks by the hand out to a small balcony."

"It's beautiful."

Xiomara stepped up behind Tonks as she stood looking out at the stars. Wrapping her arms around the younger witch's waist she pulled her close and rested her chin on Tonks' shoulder. Tonks shifted and began to turn around, coming nose to nose with Xiomara and the sparkle in her yellow eyes. As she gasped Xiomara tilted her head and kissed Tonks softly.

The spell of hesitation broken, Tonks pushed Xiomara back through the doorway and onto the couch all the while kissing and nibbling the other witch's lips. She pulled back momentarily, smiled and murmured a spell.

"I see Auror training has improved your wandless magic." Xiomara smiled as she felt the sensation of skin on skin following Tonks' words.

"I do try to make the most out of my education." Tonks replied before licking and sucking her lover's neck. She kissed slowly up Xiomara's neck and was suddenly pulled into a fierce kiss. Their tongues explored each other's mouth while they entwined their legs and molded their bodies against each others. As they broke apart for breath, Xiomara whispered softly and rolled them over off the couch onto a cushion of air.

"My turn. I'm the hostess, I'm supposed to take care of you little one." Xiomara ran her hand up and down Tonks' thigh as she peppered her neck and shoulders with soft kisses. Lowering her head she softly pulled a nipple into her mouth and rolled it gently in her teeth, drawing moans of pleasure from the woman beneath her. She sucked and bit, caressing the tender nub with her tongue and abusing it with her teeth only to devour it in kisses a moment later; shifting attention to her other nipple Xiomara pushed her companion closer to the edge. Tonks was panting and squirming beneath her as she kissed her way down to the younger witch's navel.

"Oh Merlin Xio! Mmmmm, don't stop, don't stop." Tonks whimpered as she felt Xiomara pulling away gently.

"I'm not stopping little one." Xio crooned as she slid down Tonks' body and pulled the other witch's legs up over her shoulders. "I haven't gotten to the best part yet." She declared as she lowered her head and softly kissed along the edge of Tonks' pubic hair. Moving lower, she kissed, teased, sucked and nibbled up and down Tonks' outer labia before gently probing deeper with her tongue and caressing her inner labia, causing the woman beneath her to moan and grind her crotch against Xiomara's face. Sucking and licking, she took her time exploring Tonks, finding what made her squirm and what provoked her to give voice to her pleasure; tasting the evidence of her arousal from Tonks vagina Xiomara thrust her tongue deep and massaged her inner walls. Her clitoris was next, kissed and sucked and rhythmically strummed with Xiomara's talented tongue until she was a quivering mass of incoherent babbling, rutting wantonly against the yellow-eyed woman's face.

Shifting slightly, Xiomara pulled Tonks' clit into her mouth as she pressed her own finger deep into the younger witch's center. She pumped her fingers in and out slowly, savoring the feeling of Tonks around her.

"More Xio, more fingers."

Two then three fingers found themselves pumping in and out of Tonks' vagina, her body shaking and muscles clenching as Xiomara searched for her g-spot and began assaulting her clitoris yet again. The sweat on her brow trickled down her nose and dripped into the purple pubic hair her face was nestled in as she was sucking on Tonk's clit and smiling to herself; she felt her lover's muscles clenching around her fingers and further elaborated her ministrations. Adding a fourth digit and nibbling softly on Tonks' clit she then pulled the swollen, sensitive nerve bundle into her mouth and nursed on it before clenching it in her teeth and strumming the tip with her tongue; this was enough to drive her over the edge and Xiomara was almost thrown across the room as Tonks spasmed beneath her.

"Merlin," Tonks sighed as her body stilled. Xiomara crawled up her body and was enveloped in a warm embrace as she summoned blankets from her bedroom. "That was amazing," Tonks said before she snuggled up to Xiomara and drifted off to sleep.

I have major issues...

2007-12-16T01:18:17Z

Title: Re:The Raven
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Edgar Allen Poe
Characters: narrator, Nevermore
Pairing: n/N
Warning: drug use, masturbation, bestality, the general butchering a wonderful poem
Notes: randomness that entered my brain when doing the user info for doomcrack (crossposted there as well)

Once upon a midnight needy, while I oogled hot and greedy
Over many a kinky periodical of hedonistic porn,
While I stroked it, almost gasping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently raping, raping at my chamber door.
'Just a minute!' I quickly sputtered, zipped my pants and hid the porn,
Then listened for the taps once more.

So vaguely I remember that purple haze December,
Glass bowls and pizza boxes scattered thickly on the floor.
Desperately I feared the morrow – foolishly I begged to borrow
Bad credit with my dealer follows – follows nonpayment for sure -
For I had no money on or near me, this I knew for certain sure -
Debts were paid for evermore.

And in porn I took my refuge lusting wanting needing
Thrilling – filling high my loins with pleasure I hoped would long endure
So that now, through the mad rushing in my veins, I stood repeating
'Just a minute, just a moment, hang on a second please' -
As I struggled to conceal the bulge, 'Hand on a second please'
Pushing down and zipping more.

Presently my cock grew softer, hesitating then no longer
'Dude' said I 'I heard you tapping at my door;
But I was playing with my ferret when you came rapping,
And though quickly I came running, running to my chamber door
I fear I've left you waiting long' – here I opened up the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into my pockets fishing, feeling round then smiling, sighing
Peering though the darkness as I pulled out my bowl to smoke once more
Packed it full as I looked 'round, hearing no footsteps on the ground
Lit it up and sucked the smoke, took a truly awesome toke
My exhalation whispered softly to the darkness 'Score'
As I stepped backwards through the door.

Back into my chamber turning, my cock half full with hunger, yearning
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before
'Damnit' I swore 'What the fuck is at my window;
I just want to jerk to porn but this mystery I must explore
I'll just toke one minute longer then this mystery I'll explore
Maybe it's a strung out whore.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter
In there stepped a stately raven, not a strawberry strung out whore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with a wing flap rather dainty, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon my incense burner just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird sat watching my hand stroke my cock sliding,
Up and down my hardening member with eyes as lusty as a whore,
'Though thy crest be short and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven.
Horny hot and luscious raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me thy name if you want to watch me wank some more!'
Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'

I stroked harder for the raven, he who watched so enraptured, plainly
Though it's answer I thought fishy – not his real name I was sure
I could not help smiling while he watched me strum the banjo
Growing harder, pumping faster as he gazed from above my chamber door -
Blackest bird above my burner, sweetly scenting from above my chamber door,
I moaned and whispered, 'Nevermore.'

The raven then toward me came and alight upon my thigh
And one word he spoke as if to assert what his intentions were
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered -
While he bent his head and took my dripping member like a worm -
Sweet caress his bird tongue gave me as he suckled on my worm,
I thrust and cried out, 'Nevermore!'

Encouraged by his name so spoken he resumed without choking,
Bobbed his feathered head up and down and over my schlong
It felt so wrong and wickedly good I knew that I would be his whore
Till the time he flew away and I couldn't be a raven's whore
I would belong to Nevermore.

So the raven still a sucking all my shaft into his busting
Beak and throat, his muscles squeezed me, tenderly they teased me
Pushed me farther than I had ever done while simply rubbing off.
Urged me into ecstacy no mortal man had felt before
Twisted me with pleasure no mortal man had felt before
I knew I'd cum for Nevermore.

I spilled my seed into his gullet filled him with such creamy cheese
I thought for sure he'd tasted before – for how can one such raven be,
To know the things that would please, would coax me into such release
Unless he came from dreamy space where ravens did routinely score
And found me simply because he wanted just an easy score
That cunning raven, Nevermore.

And the raven, never flinching, still is sitting, still is sitting
On my incense burner sweetly scenting from above my chamber door.
His feathered prowess at fellatio quickly sets my cock to spitting
Each night I pull my shaft out for him, pull it out and ask for more
And he eagerly awaits it for he knows I will always ask for more
We'll be parted - nevermore!

Fic or Treat! (a little late...)

2007-11-06T00:10:06Z

Title: Pet
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: NC-17 (or a very "R" R...not really sure)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Bella/Harry, Bella/Narcissa, Harry/Draco (implied)
Warning: Dom/Sub, bondage, implied non-con
Notes: "Fic or Treat" for siriuslysnogged

Bright light splashed through his chamber and Harry couldn't help but squint toward the source of the illumination. His collar prickled his skin with miniature jolts of energy as his mistress addressed him.

"Come boy, I have need of you." Bellatrix spoke as she gazed upon her pet.

Harry rose swiftly at his mistresses' command. He had learned quickly that the collar which was usually just painful enough to arouse him could be worse than a Cruciatus if he disobeyed or took too long to obey. Following his mistress out of his sparsely furnished room, he averted his eyes to the floor as a sign of respect. His bare feet padded softly along the marble hallway, in stark contrast to the echoing clacks her heels made as she strode purposefully toward a room at the opposite end of her estate.

Torchlight lit the room and danced shadows over Harry's bare flesh. His mistress flicked her wand and handed him a small jar.

"Rub this over your body, show me how much you enjoy touching yourself." Bellatrix reclined on soft cushions and watched as her pet smeared the warming oil over his wiry muscles.

Harry felt his mistresses' gaze upon his flesh and it warmed him. He lived to serve her. With his mistress he was not The Boy Who Lived or The Brat Who Refused To Die. He was simply boy. His one purpose, to bring pleasure to his mistress. His hands roamed over his now slick body, fingertips dancing, he imagined his mistresses' fingers in their stead. How he longed for her touch. He arched his back as his fingers found his nipples and he pulled, pulled tight as he dreamed his mistress would some day do. It was not her place to worship him, but imagining such a thing allowed him to please her greater and so he felt no shame. Sliding his hands down his torso he bunched his fingers in his sparse pubic hair and began massaging the base of his semi-erect penis. One hand moved down to cup his balls while the other slowly stroked down his shaft. He brought himself to full hardness as his mistress looked on, showing her how much he enjoyed touching himself for he. Caressing his cock and whimpering softly he let his hands fall to his side as the first drop of pre-cum leaked from his tip. It would not do for his mistress to think he would enjoy himself too much without her.

"Come here boy. Do you know what today is?"

"No Mistress, I do not."

"Today is All Hallows Eve. If you are a good little pet tonight, I just may have a little...candy...for you."

Harry inhaled sharply, his mistress treated him well. He had his own room with a bed and was even allowed to request his meals from the house elves. He knew other pets that were constantly chained or only allowed to eat table scraps. But to give him a gift? Even something as seemingly trivial as candy? His heart bloomed with love for his mistress, he would prove his worthiness, he would worship her all night - even if she didn't command him to.

"Come boy, earn your candy." Bellatrix smirked and beckoned toward her pet as she reclined further back on her cushions.

Harry dropped to all fours and crawled to her feet. Removing her boots he kissed her toes. Pushing her blood red robes out of his way, he kissed up her legs, savoring the taste of her sweet skin against his lips. His mistress whispered a quiet spell and her garments vanished, it was all Harry could do not to stop and drink in her beauty. He peppered his mistresses' skin with kisses, every place he could think to kiss he did. He nipped softly at the flesh of her breast, trailed kisses and bites in circles before he slowly drew her rosy nipple into his mouth. He caressed her skin with his hands; honouring her, glorifying her as his teeth danced upon the tender bud in his mouth. Suckling at her breast he whimpered softly, his thoughts no longer coherent he existed only to bring her as far into ecstasy a she would allow him to.

"Mmm, you are a good little pet, aren't you boy?" Bellatrix murmured softly as her pet once again trailed kisses over her body before bending his head to pay homage at her quim.

Harry inhaled her scent deeply before bringing his lips to place a loving kiss upon her heat. His tongue swam up and down her lips, parting them and spreading her moisture. Finding her clit, he suckled and sent spirals of pleasure coursing through his mistresses' body. Relishing the tremors he felt where their flesh touched he drove his tongue into her core and back out again, glazing her clit with his tongue before swimming back into her sweet depths. How he loved worshiping his mistress, how he treasured being the one honoured with the task.

"On your back boy," Bellatrix purred as another wave of ecstasy flowed over her.

Harry rushed to comply and was rewarded with the sensation of his mistresses' elegant fingers wrapping themselves around his throbbing cock.

"Now pet, don't you dare release yourself until I'm through with you." Bellatrix growled as she licked the length of her pet's prick.

Harry dared to gaze up, to look upon his beautiful mistress and she awed him with her naked glory. Straddling her pet, Bellatrix lowered herself onto his shaft, stroking him with her muscles as she came to rest upon his body. Raising herself up slightly she bore back down upon him, increasing her tempo with each rise and fall. Harry longed to reach out toward her heaving breasts, they were so beautiful as they danced in the firelight but he knew his mistress did not like him touching her while she rode him. His mistress impaled herself on his cock, only to rise again over and over. Grinding against him, she tore jagged red welts down his chest with one hand as she pulled her own nipple with the other. Her orgasm came fierce and strong, like the woman she was and it was all her pet could do not to spill his seed within her.

"Good job boy. I am most pleased with your performance tonight." Bellatrix slid off her pet and reclined against some pillows. "Come for me pet, show me how you adore me so," she said as she clasped her pet's shaft in her warm hands and moved them up and down. Leaning in, she licked a glistening trickle of pre-cum off her pet's cock and licked her lips as she returned to her reclining position. The sight of his juice on his mistresses' lips was enough to push Harry over the edge. Thrusting his pelvis violently, he drove his cock into his mistresses' hands and moaned with pleasure as he emptied his cum into her waiting hands.

Bellatrix wiped her hands over her pet's torso. She liked the way he looked covered in his own cum. Admiring her handiwork she smiled to her pet, "Go boy, your candy is waiting for you." Turning her back on the boy she walked to a door on the far side of the room and opened it, revealing her sister Narcissa bound at a very convenient height. She was never sated after only one orgasm but she also knew well enough that more than one session per night with her boy could lead to unpleasant complications. Her sister on the other hand, was repulsive enough to guarantee no complications would arise no matter how talented her tongue was.

Harry arrived back in his room to find his candy. Draco Malfoy, son of his mistresses' recent addition to her slave collection, was bound spread-eagle and naked to one of his walls. Harry much preferred being his mistresses' pet to being The Boy Who Lived, and one of the incidental reasons for that sentiment was now at his mercy. He smirked, reminiscant of his mistress, as he approached his new toy.

everybody's favourite psychopath...

2007-09-14T23:01:21Z

Title: Limits of the Flesh
Author: tattooedsappho
Beta: dacian_goddess (thank you sweetie!)
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2022
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Barty Crouch Jr., Frank Longbottom, Alice Longbottom
Warnings: torture
Summary: Alice had heard every scream her husband issued forth, and Bellatrix had in mind to make Alice scream even louder.
Author's Notes: written for lightpoint as part of the hpsummergen exchange over on lj.

Taking a draw from a cigarette held between long fingers, the hooded figure exhaled slowly and blew a trail of smoke into the cold autumn night. The sky overhead was heavy with clouds and a thin mist swirled over the countryside, pushed by the faintest of breezes. Bellatrix swept the hood from her face and looked up at the sky for a brief moment before scowling to herself, dropping her cigarette to the ground and grinding it into the cobblestone pathway. As she turned to move back into the darkened house behind her, she was halted by the presence of another.

"You shouldn't show your face outside," the masked figure drawled.

"It is dark enough." She looked at the fair-haired man coldly, daring him to challenge her. "You have no right being here, Lucius; the Dark Lord gave them to us. Before he went after that damned Potter brat, he bestowed the honour of destroying this family upon my team, not yours. I will see my Master's wishes fulfilled and he will glorify me upon his return. Go, go and grovel before the minsitry and buy your freedom with your precious gold. We will see whom his wrath falls upon when he returns to us in all his dark glory." Bellatrix brushed past Lucius, knocking him off balance with her shoulder, and walked into the house, shutting the door firmly behind her.

Pulling her wand, she murmured numerous spells almost too quietly to hear and smirked to herself when the building around her glowed a deep blood red. 'I'd like to see the insolent bastard force his way through these wards. Smooth talk and greased palms, such things are no match for true loyalty. I cannot wait until my Lord returns and puts him in his place.'

"Where are they?" She snapped, turning to acknowledge the other occupant of the room for the first time.

"Downstairs love, waiting for you,." Rodolphus replied with a smile as he stood and opened the door leading down to the root cellar. "Rabastan and Barty did good work with their spells. They can't see each other, can't touch each other; but oh...will they ever be able to hear each other scream." His eyes grew wide and he smiled as imaginary screams danced through his head.

Bellatrix smiled at her husband and caressed his cheek with the back of her hand. Sneering quickly, she swiped her nails across his pale flesh, leaving four red gashes.

"Never, never, call me 'love' while we're conducting our master's business." She leaned close, licking the blood from his cheek before biting the side of his neck. "Understand?"

"Y – yes Bellatrix." Rodolphus studdttered. "Shall we go down then? Everyone is waiting for you."

"How kind." Bellatrix smiled as she descended the old wooden stairs to the musty root cellar.

~~

Frank and Alice Longbottom were sitting resignedly on stools. The space around them was obstructed by a dark shimmering wall, effectively containing and sepaerating the two kidnapped Aurors. Rabastan and Barty were leaning against the stone cellar wall, smugly observing the actions of their two captives. Looking up, the stood straight and schooled their faces into masks of indifference as Bellatrix approached.

"I hope you like our little setup," Rabastan said as he nodded a greeting to his sister-in-law.

"Yes, we think it will proove quite entertaining for you. They can't hear anything right now because of the Imperturbable Charm. But it is keyed to the number of occupants in the containment area, once there are at least two people present it is void." Barty spoke excitedly, forgetting whom he was addressing.

"I see. And so you think such a simple accomplishment is something to be unduly proud of then, dear Barty?" Bellatrix asked softly while the Lestrange brothers backed away from her slowly.

Licking his lips nervously, Barty glanced sideways and began to speak.

"No, no. Not what I meant at all. I just wanted to be sure that you were properly informed of the setup we decided to go with. To make sure you approved."

"Ah, seeking approval. Good. It wouldn't do for you to think your judgement is closer to our Master's than mine is. And this will be done in a way worthy of his name being mentioned before these blood traitors. Rodolphus, Rabastan, start in on little Alice. Let’s make sure Frank knows exactly what is happening to his sweet, innocent, pure little wife." She flashed a dangerous smile at the brothers and turned to face Barty again. "As for you, my little braggart, I think you will sit this round out. You should be grateful your work is as good as it is, otherwise your punishment would be much more severe." She pressed on Barty's shoulder with a single finger and he slid down the wall to sit on the floor.

Bellatrix stepped into the area in which Alice Longbottom was contained. Rodolphus and Rabastan had stripped her from the waist up and suspended her from the ceiling by her arms. They were taking turns casting 'Visverbero' and laughing as bloody whip marks appeared on both sides of her bare torso. Alice had yet to scream, but her painful whimpers were increasing in volume with each flick of a Death Eater's wand.

"Just tell us what we want to know, dear Alice, and we shall spare you. You and your husband. Wouldn't it be a shame to leave poor little – Neville, is it? – all alone in such a cruel, cruel world? Share your knowledge with us and we will show mercy, this one time." Bellatrix laced her voice with as much sweetness as she could muster as she paced around the suspended Auror.

Alice closed her eyes, steeled her jaw and hung her head; refusing to talk.

"Fine. Boys, have at it for a few more moments. Enjoy yourselves, I'm going to break this witch myself." She glanced once more at the bloody woman, her tongue wetting her lower lip in a moment of weakness before the mask she wore to the world slipped back on and she was once again the 'most insanely loyal of all Death Eaters.'

Bellatrix returned to where Barty was sitting and pulled him up by the front of his robes. Tilting her head to the side, she smirked and addressed the younger Death Eater.

"You will make sure the screams echo, you will make this house fill with her cries of agony, only to be outdone by his. I will enjoy myself with her, she is mine alone. You will have your chance with Frank, but he shall not be...disposed of...until after he listens to the sweet sounds of agony I shall make spew forth from her painted lips. Do you understand me, Barty?"

"Perferctly, dear Bellatrix." Barty licked his lips and nodded his head, eager to please his superior and quite looking forward to taking his turn with Frank.

Rodolphus and Rabastan exited Alice's enclosure at that point and grinned evilly at their fellow Death Eaters.

"She is barely containing her whimpers now. Mere moments with you and she will be singing her pain to the stars above." Rodolphus said, stepping closer to his wife and clasping her hand in his. "I hope I have done you proud." He pulled her hand to his mouth and placed a chaste kiss upon her knuckles.

A low purr emanated from Bellatrix's throat and she smiled at her husband.

"Very proud indeed. Let us pay brave soldier Frank a visit, shall we?"

Frank Longbottom looked up as the four Death Eaters entered his enclosure, he squared his shoulders and stared blankly ahead.

"Now, now, Mr. Longbottom, you can cooperate and spare yourself and your wife all this nonsense... or we could do things the fun way. It's entirely up to you." Bellatrix said with a smirk as she twirled her wand in her fingers.

Frank blinked once and continued to stare at a random spot off in the distance.

"Very well, have it your way." Bellatrix waved her hand and exited the enclosure, leaving the other three Death Eaters to do their worst.

Soon enough, Frank's screams were echoing through the musty cellar. Bellatrix had given them leave to get creative with their torture of Frank. The only constraint she had placed upon the men was that she alone would cast the Cruciatus Curse. She smiled to herself as her ears were serenaded with the pain-laced voice of her captive.

'He cannot possibly hold out much longer,' she thought to herself after almost three hours of forcing herself to not entertain herself with Alice. 'Soon enough we will find out where they are holding my Master, and then our vengeance will be horribly sweet. Starting with these two.' She smirked as she entered the magically erected enclosure and took in the scene before her.

Frank's face was covered with bruises and gashes, his robes hung in shreds off his bloody body and there was a crimson pool beneath his suspended body. The blood ran in trails along his body, tracing it's way over muscle and sinew, dripping slowly and silently from his two big toes onto the floor. He let out another scream as the three men cast 'Visverbero' at once, targeting three parts of his body at the same time, rending cloth and flesh in a bloody spatter.

"Enough.," Bellatrix said quietly. Her tone was enough to freeze the others in their tracks and they backed away from the Auror quickly. "Frank. Tell us what we want to know. If you do not speak now, you will experience pain as you have never experienced it before. Your screams have been so melodic, I simply cannot not offer you this last reprieve. Such sweet agony. I'll give you one last chance. It would be wise to take it."

Frank inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly and refused to say a single word.

"Crucio!" Bellatrix yelled, directing her wand toward the incapacitated Auror. Frank's body reacted to the curse within moments, making it twitch and writhe on the chains he was suspended from. She held the curse for a good five minutes before Frank's voice broke and all he could do was groan. Another twenty minutes after that and he passed out.

"Ennervate!" Rodolphus hissed, after Bellatrix motioned for him to revive their captive.

"Crucio!" she bellowed again. Although Frank continued to scream for a good five minutes, it took only ten minutes after that for him to pass out.

Bellatrix and Rodolphus continued their cycle well into the night, Rabastan and Barty watching with unhidden glee. Eventually Frank only managed a single scream before the darkness of unconsciousness enveloped him again. Again and again they would revive him, only to send the pain through this body and push him into darkness again. Still, he never spoke when given a chance. The only sounds to leave his lips were those of his tortured screams. As dawn broke, Rodolphus revived him one last time.

"You think you know pain now, but you do not. I will introduce you to an even greater pain. And there is nothing you can do to stop it." Bellatrix sneered at the crumpled heap that continued in his refusal to talk. With a wave of her wand, she conjured a single glass of water and placed it on the opposite side of the room from where Frank had collapsed after being released from his restraints. The four Death Eaters exited the enclosure and left Frank to his own devices.

"Alice is mine. Do not disturb me. Do not enter that enclosure. Do you understand?" Bellatrix emphasised her point by trailing her fingertip across a different man's chin with each sentence. Silent nods greeted her eyes and she smirked to herself as she made her way to Alice's enclosure. Pausing a moment, she closed her eyes and licked her lips. Alice had heard every scream her husband issued forth, and Bellatrix had in mind to make Alice scream even louder.

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'Visverbero' comes from the Latin 'viscus' (flesh) and 'verbero' (whip)

this is it. the final "backdated" post. ::happy dance::

2007-09-08T02:31:54Z

Title: The Voice in the Night
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,645
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Eileen Prince / Druella Rosier
Warning: girl!sex (as in 4th year and 7th year girl!sex)
Author's Note: I was ravaged by a rabid plot bunny brandishing a bullwhip. This is the result. ::smirk:: For severity_softly because Eileen deserves smut too, damnit!

NOTE:Originally written 4/9/07

Eileen sat at the table with the rest of the Gobstones team, discussing their strategy for the tournament the next week. She was listening to Tristiana exclaim over her new set of stones when a flash of movement in the corner of her eye drew her attention. Her breather hitched in her throat as Druella Rosier walked by, gracing her with a small smile before taking a seat among the rest of the seventh years.

Blinking her eyes to clear her head, Eileen tried to refocus on the Gobstones conversation. As much as she willed herself to not think about the blue eyed girl down the table, Eileen could not shake her mind off the blonde goddess.

‘Goddess? Where did that come from?’ she thought to herself. ‘She’s just another witch like the rest of us. But…mmm, those eyes…’ Eileen felt a tingling in her chest and squirmed uncomfortably on the worn bench. Taking a deep breath, she stood and made her excuses to her team mates before exiting the Great Hall and heading towards the dungeons.

~~

Druella watched the dark haired fourth year exit the Great Hall and found herself mesmerised by the sway of her hips. Biting her lower lip she fought back the urge to moan aloud and returned to her meal. She had a feeling she knew where Eileen was headed and she hoped the Gobstones Captain would be there when she finished her breakfast.

‘After all,’ she reasoned, ‘it wouldn’t be very Slytherin of me to attract any unnecessary attention; and leaving breakfast early would do just that.’

After working her way slowly through her morning meal and making sure she conversed with all the important people Druella bid farewell to her house mates and walked down to the dungeons, the thrumming in her blood growing stronger with every step.

Stepping into the common room, Druella made her way towards the fireplace and studied the mantle closely for a moment. Reaching out an elegant finger she pressed against one of the many carved snakes and smiled as it receded into the intricately carved woodwork. The stone wall next to the hearth swung out and she stepped into the dimly lit passageway.

‘I wonder how many others know about this place. It is hard to find and I have a feeling that it isn’t common knowledge. We can’t be the only two though; can we?’ Druella wondered as she remembered the day she watched as Eileen crept through the common room and opened the secret passage. The next day Druella ventured to the “snake room” (as she thought of it) and was amazed by what the unassuming fourth year had discovered. She hoped that none of the other Slytherins had discovered the room and spent many hours watching the common room to determine exactly how secret the “snake room” was. Eileen was the only person she ever saw enter. ‘But one can never be too cautious.’

Stopping then, she turned and retraced her steps to the entrance. Pulling out her wand, she carefully cast every ward and alarm spell she had learned in her years of study. Layering them in a way to provide the most protection, she nodded to herself and resumed her journey down the long passage to the “snake room.”

Warm firelight bathed the far end of the hall with an orange glow, lighting up Druella’s golden hair as she paused on the threshold.

~~

Eileen looked up as she sensed eyes upon her. Irritated that she hadn’t noticed any footsteps she was prepared to demand some privacy when her eyes locked with the sapphire fire that was dancing in Druella’s eyes.

The air was gone. Eileen didn’t know what exactly happened but as her gaze locked with the blonde’s she found herself unable to breathe, no matter how much she tried. The tingling in her chest returned, multiplied tenfold, and spread through her body – pooling in her loins. As the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end she was finally able to draw a ragged breath.

‘She knows.’ Eileen stood slowly. ‘One look and, Merlin, she knows my soul.’ She stepped forward. ‘And I’ll be damned if I don’t know hers as well.’

~~

She couldn’t pull her gaze from the mesmerizing chocolate pools that were Eileen’s eyes. As the dark haired girl took her first step forward Druella realized that she was able to breathe again. Inhaling slowly, she filled her lungs with much needed oxygen as her mind raced.

‘It’s as if she can read my mind. We haven’t even spoken, yet I know we both want what’s going to happen. Like some sort of a Legilemency gone bloody out of control.’

Never breaking eye contact, she moved towards Eileen; the pair meeting halfway. Druella reached out a hand and ran it through the younger girl’s hair, trailing her fingers along her scalp before running down behind her ear and along the side of her neck. Eileen whimpered and arched her neck under the blonde’s caress before capturing said hand and bringing it to her lips. She placed a kiss on Druella’s knuckles and stepped closer.

“I…” Eileen began.

“I know,” Druella smiled.

“It’s just…”

“Nobody else can get in.”

“And you…”

“I do.”

“But…”

“No buts. Just…”

“Mmmm…”

Finally daring to break eye contact, Druella captured Eileen’s lips in hers as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the velvety caress of her dark haired lover.

~~

Druella’s lips were warm and inviting against hers. Eileen wrapped her arms around the blonde’s waist and pulled her close. Her body erupted in a fury of electricity when the older girl’s form moulded to hers. She slid her hands under Druella’s shirt and raked her nails down her back, eliciting a growl from the blonde. Eileen took that opportunity to deepen the kiss, begging entrance with her tongue. As she explored Druella’s mouth one word ran through her head, ‘Home.’

She was taken by surprise when Druella clasped her hands tightly around her waist and walked her back against the stone wall, never breaking the kiss. The next thing Eileen knew, her hands were clasped in Druella’s strong hands, at right angles to her body, and the blue eyed girl was smirking devilishly. Her whimper of disappointment turned into a purr of delight when she felt a warm tongue caress the slope of her neck. The blonde slowly tortured her with licks and kisses for a long moment. Just when Eileen thought she couldn’t take any more, Druella sank her teeth into the soft flesh of her neck.

“Uuungghhh…” Eileen moaned as Druella devoured her neck. Tilting her head to the side she shuddered as the blonde used her body to press Eileen even harder against the wall.

~~

‘She even tastes good.’ Druella thought, biting and sucking her way up and down Eileen’s neck. She hovered in one spot long enough to concentrate on a simple non-verbal spell and was rewarded with the feeling of warm skin against her own.

“Oh my…”

“Yeah.”

“Merlin D, you feel…”

“So do you baby.”

Druella captured Eileen’s lips in a searing kiss, pausing to nip at Eileen’s swollen bottom lip. A mischievous glint lit her eye as she whispered, “Levicorpus,” and Eileen found herself upside down against the wall.

~~

‘What the…ooohhh!’ Eileen quickly regained the focus she had lost when she was hoisted into the air. Licking her lips in anticipation, she squeaked in delight as Druella’s tongue began to caress her moist folds. Not wanting to waste any time she brought her own mouth to Druella’s sex and placed teasing kisses along her outer lips. This brought a groan from the blue eyed beauty and the vibrations against Eileen’s own quim were agonizingly delightful.

She slowly plunger her tongue between Druella’s folds and ran it up and down, savouring her lover’s flavour. Finding her clit, Eileen circled it with her tongue before wrapping her lips around it and sucking. Again Druella moaned into her and the brown eyed girl trembled with pleasure. She flicked the engorged nub with her tongue, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her lover’s body before once again tasting her exquisite wine. Tilting her head slightly, Eileen parted the blonde’s inner lips and entered her core. Curling her tongue slightly as she pulled out, she was rewarded with Druella grinding her fanny onto her lover’s face. With a grin Eileen repeated her manoeuvre and was again rewarded with an overwhelming face full of Druella.

~~

As Eileen ravaged Druella’s pussy with her tongue the blonde was more than returning the favour. She licked, bit and kissed every millimetre of her lover’s quim; stroking softly and occasionally moaning in sheer delight as a result of the dark haired girl’s talented tongue.

Using her hands to open Eileen’s fanny further, she plunged her tongue into and out of the younger girl’s dripping centre. She felt the budding of release start to build within her and increased her pace, hoping that Eileen would make their wonderful experience mutual. Moments later the blonde replaced her tongue with three fingers and pulled Eileen’s clitoris into her warm mouth. After grazing it with her teeth, she assaulted it with her tongue as he fingers worked deep inside her brown eyed goddess.

Just as Eileen’s body tensed Druella felt herself fall over the edge into pure ecstasy. Neither wanted to stop and they rode wave after wave…

~~

Two girls woke at that moment to slick thighs and sweat drenched sheets; two girls in separate beds, in different parts of the Slytherin dungeon. Two girls who barely talked outside of congratulations for a smashing game of Quidditch or a hard won Gobstones tourney.

With a wistful sigh their souls focused on a single thought.

‘I wish she wasn’t just a voice in the night.’

Eileen! Yeay!

2007-09-08T02:09:10Z

Title: Erce Revisited
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: PG
Words: 1,593
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Eileen Prince (Snape) (Tobias Snape, Severus Snape, Abraxas Malfoy, Andromeda Tonks, Dumbledore & others -mentioned)
Author's Note: Betad by dacian_goddess - thankyouohsoverymuch! Written for e_prince_snape's Pure Blood Prince Fest (prompt:autumn).

NOTE:Originally written 4/2/07

The leaves under her feet crunched with every step as Eileen wound her way through the woods on her morning walk. Her breath condensed in front of her and her nose tingled in the crisp September morning. The sun rising over the horizon highlighted the changing leaves, making the treetops appear as if they were ablaze. Smiling grimly, she found herself reminiscing about her past. As much as she enjoyed autumn, it never failed to bring unwanted drama or unnecessary pain.

~~

September, 1944

Excitement oozed from her pores, and she could barely contain herself as she made her way to Platform 9¾ for the very first time. She was going to Hogwarts! She was going to learn magic, and make friends, and cheer for her House Team at Quidditch matches! Her excitement was soon vanquished as reality crashed into her full force. Children were cruel; she knew that. She had been mistaken, however, in assuming that being a Prince would be enough to counteract her plain if not somewhat awkward appearance, and encourage at least some of her school mates to be marginally friendly towards her.

The train ride was spent staring out the rain streaked window as the grey landscape passed by, ignoring the smallish boy who was also apparently as much of an outcast as she was – they were the only two in the last compartment, having been refused a seat in all others. As much as Eileen was looking forward to Hogwarts, her excitement was quickly being overcome by the fear that the next seven years would be as painful as her first train ride.

~~

November, 1953

“No.”

“But fath…”

“No and that’s final. No daughter of mine is going to marry a muggle! How could you even think of doing such a thing? What happened to your pride?”

“Father, I love him. And he loves me.”

“Love is an illusion. You have been betrothed to Abraxas Malfoy since you were five, and you will honour that arrangement.”

“I will not, father. I refuse to marry someone I do not love.” Eileen pushed her hair out of her eyes and stood up even straighter. Her father might be larger, but she refused to cower in front of him.

“You will marry Abraxas,” he stated coldly.

“I will not,” Eileen replied, looking him in the eye.

Before she could react, Eileen heard the cold slap that accompanied her father’s hand against her face.

“Get out, you ungrateful wretch. And don’t expect this family to have anything to do with you until your name is Eileen Malfoy.”

Refusing to allow any soothing tears to run over the stinging red area where he father’s hand had been moments before, she turned on her heel and strode purposefully out of her childhood home, never to look back.

~~

October, 1965

Tobias had lost his job at the mill the week before; he was still looking for a new one. Severus hadn’t shown any inherent magical ability yet, and he was almost six years old. Eileen was feeling rather stressed as she poured herself a Firewhiskey to help her relax after a long day at Slugs and Jiggers.

She was glad she had kept her job at the apothecary after giving birth to Severus. Mrs. Jigger had been more than happy to watch Severus for her, and he got along well with Natalie and Tristan; she only hoped that friendship would continue once the three were students at Hogwarts. A loud crash shook her from her musings, and she turned to see Severus standing apologetically by a shattered vase, wildflowers and water scattered about the floor at his feet.

“Mummy, I’m sorry!” Severus seemed to be fighting back tears as he apologized, looking her in the eye and then quickly back to his feet as he hung his head in shame.

She stood then, slamming her near empty tumbler down on the table, and was powerless to stop the hysterical reaction she felt overcoming her body. Turning on the small boy in front of her she let lose all her frustrations upon him, the convenient target.

“Severus Snape! What have you done? No, don’t answer that. I know what you’ve done. You’ve gone and broken your mummy’s vase, haven’t you? Where is that magic that’s supposed to manifest? Shouldn’t that have stopped the vase from shattering? I can’t believe you, pathetic excuse for a wizard’s child! Surely you could have managed something by now, but no – not dear little Severus! I wish I never had you, you bloody squib!”

Severus’ face was streaked with tears as he fought to muffle the sobs wracking his small frame. He had backed away from his mother and was currently standing in the far corner of the room, knowing that if he were to leave he would only incur more of her wrath.

Eileen opened her mouth to start again but at that moment Tobias burst into the room.

“Eileen! How could you?” he yelled. “You will not talk to my son like that! I love him! Just as I know you love him! Why would you say such horrible things to him?” He put his hands on her shoulders and she tried to back away but he held her tight. Hanging her head, she let the tears slip out – her husband was the only person she ever allowed to see her cry.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she whispered, cowering from his gaze. It was the kind of gaze she felt could see into her soul, could reveal how unworthy she was of the love of such a man and his son.

He pulled her close then, embracing her not only in his arms but in forgiveness as well. Severus dried his tears in the corner and cautiously approached his parents. Tobias beckoned his son closer and pulled him into the embrace as well.

“I’m sorry Severus, Mummy’s sorry.” She whispered through her tears.

“That’s okay Mummy, I’m sorry too.”

~~

November, 1975

She dropped the receiver and fell to her knees in the kitchen. The annoying buzz of the receiver being off the hook for too long brought her back to reality, back to the chilling truth of it all.

‘Tobias is dead. Accident on the way home from work. Lorry crossed the line and hit him head on. Killed instantly, didn’t suffer.’ Information floated across her consciousness in bits and pieces. She forced herself to rise and replace the receiver, effectively silencing the telephone. Making her way across the room she pulled out a bottle of Firewhiskey and poured herself a glass. She downed it swiftly and collapsed into a chair at the kitchen table. Summoning parchment and a quill she began to write to her son.

~~

September, 1980

Her son, her Severus, a Death Eater? Her son? She couldn’t believe it even as he told her, even as he confessed his soul to beg her forgiveness.

“Mum, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m going to fix everything, I swear. I made a mistake, I know that now. ”

He was on his knees before her, his slender fingers wrapped in hers and his lank hair partially hiding his sorrowful eyes.

“I can’t make excuses for my past actions, but I swear I will do everything in my power to atone for them. I wanted you to know. I’m … I’m going to Dumbledore. No matter what happens to me, I want you to know that I’m doing good now.”

She nodded mutely, eyes full of tears, as her only son stood and fixed face into an emotionless mask before apparating away.

~~

October, 1981

“Bollocks! It’s my fault; my fault!” Severus threw his tumbler of Firewhisky against the wall, sending glass and liquor flying in all directions. He turned to her then, his mask breaking for the first time in years and stepped closer.

“Tell me what’s wrong, dearest.” She murmured as she held him and he sobbed gently, trying to hide it, into her shoulder.

“I killed her. I didn’t mean to; but I did. I told, and now she’s gone, and it’s my fault. I didn’t want her dead; I never wanted her dead. Not her. Never her. I loved her.”

“I know son; I know.” Her mind filled with images of the unknown girl with brilliant green eyes and red hair that Severus had often spoken of in his younger years at Hogwarts.

He stiffened then, pulling back and solidifying his mask.

“I must go now.”

“Severus, what happened?”

“I cannot say, mother. Dumbledore must have known this was coming, and I’m sure he is expecting me. Never doubt my promise mother; you’re the only one I have left now.”

Moments after her son apparated away, the Tonks’ owl was at the window tapping impatiently. She let Orion in and he flew to the perch she had on the far side of the kitchen to rest and help himself to owl treats.

He Who Must Not Be Named is gone! Come over, we’re heading to London to celebrate!

-Andromeda

~~

Eileen looked up and saw the path in front of her spilling out into a public park, the occasional jogger or dog walker passing through her line of sight. She stopped and leaned against a nearby tree to clear her mind. Exhaling slowly, she closed her eyes and hoped against hope that this autumn would bring her news that was good for a change. She still believed in her son; he had just better have had a bloody good reason for killing the one man who had believed in him as much as she did.

cinnamon bubblegum!

2007-09-06T00:34:45Z

yep. i have a whopping three drabbles done already. here they are mushed into one post. originally done in 3/07.

Title: At the Pub
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Tonks/Ginny
Author's Note: femslash100's Around the Clock Challenge (00:00 - beginning)

She went into muggle London and hid in an average looking pub that was crowded enough to feel full. She thought about all that had happened since the end; how they lost old friends and found new allies in the most unexpected places, how she would give anything to fade into the background, how it was so hard to find someone who wanted her for her instead of for her fame.

“Another, miss?”

“Make it two,” a female voice said.

Ginny looked up to protest but the words died in her throat as she was met with Tonks’ smiling face.

Title: Past is Past
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Tonks/Ginny
Author's Note: femslash100's Around the Clock Challenge (01:00 - prehistoric)

"Can I join you?"

"Go ahead," Ginny replied, motioning to the stool next to her.

"Why you hiding out in here?"

"I just don't want to have to deal with the walking reminders of my past that like to call themselves reporters."

"Getting rough again?"

"If they aren't on me for not being seen with Harry they want to talk again about every little thing I did in the war or before it for that matter. Even the Chamber of Secrets. Sometimes I wish they would just stick to trying to plaster my non-existent love life across the front page."

Title: It Helps
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Tonks/Ginny
Author's Note: femslash100's Around the Clock Challenge. (02:00 - anniversary)

Tonks sipped her drink and looked thoughtfully at Ginny before talking.

"I suppose the fat that tommorrow is tomorrow makes them a bit more rabid for the gory details."

"Yeah," Ginny sighed. "But it doesn't stop me not wanting to think about such a depressing anniversary."

"If I could get them to leave you alone I would, you know that." Tonks set her bottle down and looked the red head in the eye.

"I know, just being able to talk with you helps. It helps a lot." Holding Tonks' gaze she reached out and covered the metamorphagus' hand, squeezing gently.

Around The Clock

2007-09-06T00:26:01Z

Over at femslash100 I'm taking part in the "around the clock" challenge. A drabble challenge with 24 prompts. This is my masterlist, and it will be updated with links to all the drabbles as I complete them. ^_^

**Since the release of Deathly Hallows this is definitely an AU series of drabbles!**

femslash100 Around the Clock Challenge

Harry Potter : Tonks/Ginny

00:00 - beginning	01:00 - prehistoric	02:00 - anniversary	03:00 - generational
04:00 - insomnia	05:00 - contemporary	06:00 - dawn	07:00 - awakened
08:00 - heyday	09:00 - planned	10:00 - wristwatch	11:00 - punctual
12:00 - lunchtime	13:00 - instantaneous	14:00 - season	15:00 - unpredictable
16:00 - evolution	17:00 - finite	18:00 - afterlife	19:00 - outdated
20:00 - twilight	21:00 - mourned	22:00 - heartbeat	23:00 - endless

massive! massive i tell you!

2007-09-06T00:17:14Z

This is a drop from the Hogsmeade weeked for term 10 over at hogwarts_elite.

Title: Nighttime Journey
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 546
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author's Note: The challenge for this fic was to write something in which the main character is not named. I took it a step further and didn't name any of my characters.

It was well past curfew as she slipped from her bed and melted into the shadows. She wasn’t overly concerned about the Professors or Prefects patrolling the hallways, her place was in the shadows and they never bothered looking that hard. There were few she needed to worry about, strike that, one she needed to worry about. Relationships go bad, it happens to everyone. She could concede that fact. She just didn’t want the entire castle to know the details of her failed relationship; more importantly, who that relationship was with.

Making her way through the twisting passages of Hogwarts, she moved silently and quickly through the inky blackness. Alert for any sound that would indicate another’s presence, any indication that she was being followed. Every time she made the journey she took a different route. Sometimes she thought she was paranoid but when she really considered the consequences of her actions, being overly paranoid was the only safe way to handle things. Relaxing into her movements she let instinct take over and soon became lost in thought as she traveled deeper into the heart of the castle.

‘I can’t believe I’m getting caught up in something like this again. I swore the last time this happened that I wouldn’t give in, I would be strong. Fat lot of good that’s doing me now; what happened to my resolve? What happened to the strong woman I used to be? When did I lose myself to this madness? I don’t know what would be worse, getting caught by her or getting caught with him by someone else. At least if it’s only her then the whole castle won’t find out. If someone else catches me with him though, I don’t even want to think of the repercussions.’

A faintly familiar noise ahead of her shook her out of her reverie causing her to stop short and press her lithe body close against the wall, seeking the safety of the shadows. She found herself holding her breath as she slowly crept down the hall to the refuge she hoped to find behind a suit of armor. Crouching behind the hollow metal she fought back a gasp as she watched the form of her ex-lover creep slowly down the passage, on the lookout for those breaking curfew. She curled herself into a smaller ball, wishing she were invisible, and waited for the danger to pass. She did not need her ex finding her on the way to a late night rendezvous with her new fling. Fate was on her side, at least this time, and moments later she was able to carry on her way undetected. Finally she met him outside a random closet on the fourth floor.

“Did you have any problems getting away?” she asked.

“No, she fell asleep quickly tonight. Once she’s asleep I can do whatever, she just has this weird thing about saying goodnight to me,” he replied.

“You can’t really blame her; you know how most people feel about that.”

“Well I do now, thanks to you,” his eyes twinkled as he pressed his forehead against hers.

As he pressed his body close to hers she forgot any doubts she had about their relationship and lost herself in pleasure of being with him.

(Ok, I can tell you now. Animagus!McGonagall is the main character. Mrs. Norris is the ex. Crookshanks is 'him'.)

Title: The Thrill of it All
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: R
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Umbridge/Crouch Sr.
Word Count: 673
Warnings: Umrbidge is in it Blood play (teensy weensy bit), sadistic umbridge
Author's Note: Songfic challenge. We needed to use three lines from one of two songs in the fic. I chose Sympathy for the Devil

She pressed her lips roughly against his, caring not for emotion or passion but simply for the thrill of dominance. Of exerting her will upon his. Oh, she might have idolized him at some point long ago but these days her sight was set on someone with a much higher status in society. Bartemius was simply a way to quench her thirst, a body that would respond to hers, a means to an end. He had no way of knowing this; he thought she was smitten with him. The way he had been strutting around the office lately sickened her. She let him have his fantasies though; they kept him in line, made it easier to manipulate him.

The first time she brought him back to a room at The Leaky Cauldron he had his moment of doubt and pain, her teeth drawing blood as she bit into the tender flesh of his shoulder. But a little dirty talk went a long way and soon she had him so turned on he didn’t care what she did to him. After a while their rendezvous became a monthly and then a weekly habit, and soon she was able to turn his fumbled attempts at love making into something much more…satisfactory.

Pushing him down, she spelled away his clothes and magically bound his hands to the bedposts. Smiling evilly, she began to strip; teasing him mercilessly as she slowly removed her clothing piece by piece. By the time she was done, he was squirming with the need for some sort of contact. She leaned down and let her lips dance above him, before trailing her fingers up from his toes to his chest. He shuddered as she purposefully avoided the one spot he desperately wanted to feel her.

“Tell me, baby, what’s my name?” she whispered in his ear.

“Please…”

“What’s my name?!” she said more forcefully. “You know what happens if you don’t answer me.”

“D...Delores!”

“That’s better,” she said as she slid on top of him and let her mind wander as her body played. Her body was mechanical, taking no pleasure from her actions; she simply used it to manipulate the man beneath her. Up and down, a thrust here, a moan there. She had learned exactly what to do in order to get this part over with the fastest and programmed her body through repetition. At this point she didn’t even need to think about what she was doing.

‘When I saw it was time for a change I didn’t think this would be the change I was going for. Although, this definitely gives me power over him and power is what I wanted. Funny how things work out. I wonder wh…’ her thoughts were interrupted by the climax of the man beneath her.

She leaned forward and ran her tongue from his navel to his sternum, tasting the foul saltiness of his cold sweat. His moustache twitched as her hair brushed against his face and he fought to hold back a chuckle, knowing how it would displease her. Summoning a black quill she propped herself up on one elbow and began to trace intricate patterns on the pale, scarred skin of his chest. After a few moments she paused, raising her eyes and studying him.

Eyes closed, lips slightly parted and breathing in a manner that betrayed how hard he was struggling to keep it even – it was obvious who was in charge here. Smirking to herself she dropped the quill to the floor and whispered a spell under her breath.

“Ooo, who!” He yelled, jerking on the bed as the patterns on his chest were suddenly carved into his flesh, his blood trickling in thin tracks down the sides of his abdomen toward the mattress.

“I tell you one time, you’re to blame,” she whispered. “You’re the reason I do this, you make me feel so wild.” She closed her eyes and imagined Cornelius Fudge beneath her as her fingers drew simple patterns in the blood on Bartemius’s chest.

Title: Fic Interrupted
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe)
Word Count: 757
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Hooch/Tonks
Author's Note: This challenge was for a HP character to write a fanfic him/herself. So you'll have to wait to the end to see who wanted to see Hooch and Tonks get together. ^_^

A lone figure flew about the Hogwarts grounds, lit only by the light of the full moon. Slowly at first, then with increasing speed the person executed loops and feints; dancing with the wind on the warm spring night. Nymphadora Tonks sat in the shadow of an old Elm tree and watched with awe.

‘Tonight’s the night. I can’t put this off anymore. This war has taken enough from me, from all of us. I’ve mourned Remus long enough – wait, did I just think that?’ Tonks shook her head and cradled her face in her hands. Sighing to herself she followed the figure in the sky with her eyes as she became lost in thought again. ‘I need to grab happiness while I can and hold on tight. I just hope this doesn’t slip through my fingers.’ She watched as the object of her affections flew a lazy path back towards the broom shed and Disillusioned herself before making her way towards the shed as well.

---

As Xiomara wiped down her broom and returned it to its place the door of the shed shut behind her, as if pulled shut by an invisible hand. Her wand was drawn immediately and she looked around the shed suspiciously. ‘What I would give to go back to the days when I could just safely assume it was the wind,’ she thought to herself. She noticed a strange look to the dusty floor near the door and trained her wand on that spot, three feet above the floor to guarantee she had a decent shot of hitting whatever person had followed her in.

“Show yourself.”

---

Tonks took a deep breath; she hadn’t expected Xiomara to have found her out so quickly. Steeling her nerves, she cast a non-verbal Finite Incantatum and shimmered into visibility.

“Madam Hooch, it’s me. It’s Tonks. I’m sorry I startled you,” she apologized.

Xiomara fixed her with a yellow-eyed glare and she felt compelled to prove herself. Turning her hair into an exact copy of the Brooms Mistress’ she grinned smugly.

“See, it’s me. Not some crazy escaped Death Eater or anything.”

Slowly, Xiomara lowered her wand.

“Why the Disillusionment Charm then? Why not just come talk to me?”

“I…uh…that is…um,” Tonks stuttered, suddenly very interested in her feet.

“Tonks, I know you were out on the grounds again tonight. You don’t have to hide it, you’re an adult now.”

“Mada…”

“It’s Xiomara; we’ve been over this before.”

“Right. Xiomara, I just didn’t want you to think I was following you or something weird like that.”

“And making yourself invisible to sneak into the broom shed with me isn’t weird?”

“Well, I suppose when you look at it like that…”

“Tonks, what’s going on? You’ve been out wandering around much more lately than you used to.”

“You…you noticed?” Tonks felt a light blush rushing to her cheeks.

“How could I not?” Xiomara moved closer to the younger woman. “It’s not like I’m oblivious to the world when I’m on my broom and I’ve noticed you sitting under that Elm tree a lot recently.” She smiled at Tonks and put her hand on the other woman’s shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Tonks chewed on her lower lip and looked away from Xiomara, hoping to hide the furious blush that erupted across her face with the slightest of contact with the older woman.

“Tonks, look at me. Do you want to talk about it?” Xiomara asked as she placed a finger on Tonks’ chin and tilted her up so she could look the metamorphmagus in the eye.

Tonks felt her breath hitch and she could have sworn Xiomara responded in kind. They were mere inches apart, it was impossible to ignore the feel of Xiomara’s breath against her cheek. She so badly wanted to pull the yellow-eyed woman closer and taste her sweet lips but she hesitated for fear of ruining the friendship they had so recently forged.

Xiomara grinned and took half a step closer.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked again, her lips almost brushing against Tonks’ with every word. She dropped her hands to the younger woman’s waist and pulled her close. Leaning down she…

----

“Argus! Argus are you in there? I need to speak with you for a moment!” Minerva McGonagall called from the fireplace on the far side of Filch’s quarters.

He hastily shoved the story he was working on under detention paperwork and paused to adjust himself before going to answer the Headmistress’ summons.

Title: Devoted Servant
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Vector/Sinistra, Dobby(unrequited)/Sinistra
Author's Note: Drabble challenge - "jealousy"

Dobby had spent the past few months learning exactly how Professor Sinistra liked her rooms arranged after cleaning and had even memorized her weekend breakfast order. He was sure she had noticed and appreciated the fresh flowers that had been appearing on her pillow recently. As his eyes swept across the floor to the bed he felt a strange buzzing in his chest. Professor Sinistra didn’t usually leave her clothes strewn about and there were two bras stuck in the bed drapes. His body flushed with rage as Sinistra’s moans mixed with the breathy encouragement of Professor Vector.

‘Professor Vector?!?!’

at the three broomsticks...

2007-09-05T15:56:59Z

Title: Foreshadowing I
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: G
Word count: 200
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Trelawny, Dumbledore, Madam Rosmerta & a special guest...
Author's Note: Written for Double Drabble #9 at minorhp100 (lj)

NOTE:Originally written 1/21/07

Albus smiled at Rosmerta, thanked her for the butterbeer and sat near the door. He had almost finished his drink when a strange looking woman with huge glasses burst through the doors and approached the bar.

“Madam Trelawney I presume?” Albus asked with a smile.

“Aahh, Headmaster Dumbledore. I knew if I headed toward the bar you would greet me. I apologize for being late, my Inner Eye became clouded and I needed to rest, lest I develop a headache and be unable to perform for you today.” Sybill Trelawny said mistily.

Madam Rosmerta caught Albus’ attention with a smirk, rolled her eyes and nodded toward the woman who was covered in beads and gauzy shawls.

“If you would please, I have a room upstairs were we can conduct our business in private.” Albus said, gesturing toward the stairs.

“Perfect. It is hard for me to relax my outer eyes and enter the superconscious in such bustle.” Following Albus up the stairs, she bumped into a man, causing him to drop his glass of wine. He muttered a curse under his breath picking up the fragments of glass and glaring over his nose at her through his dark, greasy hair.

Title: Foreshadowing II
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: G
Word count: 200
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Trelawny, Dumbledore with a visit from Madam Rosmerta
Author's Note: Written for Double Drabble #9 at minorhp100 (lj)

NOTE:Originally written 1/21/07

“I trust your journey was pleasant?” Albus asked, sitting at a table in a small room over the bar.

“Nothing I was unprepared for,” Sybill smiled at him, attempting to affect an air of superiority.

“Can I get you anything to drink before we begin?”

“I had a vision last night of drinking Sherry with you, so Sherry I shall order.” Sybill responded, her voice softer than before.

Albus scribbled something on a piece of paper and spelled it into an origami bird that flew out of the room. Moments later, Rosmerta appeared with a mug of butterbeer and a glass of Sherry.

“Thank you,” Sybill said to Rosmerta as the barmaid placed the drinks on the table. “I was gazing into my crystal ball yesterday and I foresaw that you would want to know my expertise and experience in the mystical realm of Divination.” She said, taking a sip from her glass.

“Yes, please tell me about them.” Albus said diplomatically, sighing to himself.

Sybill suddenly dropped her glass of sherry, slumped into her chair, lifted her head and spoke to Albus in a loud, strange voice.

“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ...”

mmm, cookies. or kittyhawk. take your pick.

2007-09-05T15:35:22Z

Title: And Be Prepared to Fight Them
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 194
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: XH/MG
Author's Note: sequel to Pick Your Battles, for mrsdelahunty

NOTE:Originally written 1/21/07

"I suppose that's a start."

Xiomara couldn't help but smile as Minerva pulled her down to sit the couch where she was reclining.

"You suppose?"

"Strawberries are nice but they're just strawberries. And you did do a bit of authority usurping." Xiomara fought to keep her serious tone as Minerva held a strawberry to her lips and ran her tongue over the tip of it. She found herself staring at the Deputy Headmistress, entranced by the sight before her.

"Just strawberries? It looks to me like you want some pretty badly right about now."

'You bet I want some,' Xiomara thought to herself. "Well I did miss lunch."

Minerva leaned forward, bringing the strawberry to Xiomara's lips and running it along them. Xiomara opened her mouth and caught it with her teeth, juice running down the corner of her mouth as she took a bite. Minerva dropped the remaining strawberry and brought her lips to Xiomara's chin, catching the sweet juice before claiming her lover's lips. Xiomara leaned into Minerva and the pair tumbled back down onto the couch, lips locked in a passionate embrace.

"You taste like strawberry." Minerva whispered, kissing Xiomara's neck.

"I can't possibly imagine why."

adding another fandom

2007-09-05T15:27:23Z

Title: Chasing Whispers
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100 + 225 = 325
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Catherine
A/N: Written for the 100th Challenge Remix Challenge at femslash100 (lj) using Challenge#3 - surprise. Remixing: Something Better Came Along by kats_blues

NOTE:Originally written 1/19/07

~~
Something Better Came Along

"He is already favoring you."

Brows furrowed, Sara asks absently, "Who is?"

"Grissom."

"Grissom isn't favoring me."

"You order me around at crime scenes. You're in on the miniature murder scenes. And don't tell me that's not because you're sleeping with him."

Forcing a smile, Sara shakes her head. "I'm not sleeping with Grissom, Catherine," and she is surprised just how much the truth sounds like a lie, even to her own ears. She tells herself to worry about it, but then again, this shouldn't be anybody's business but her own.

Sarcastically, Catherine snorts. "Right. Of course you aren't sleeping with Grissom."

"I'm not…" Sara's sigh sounds defeated when really, she is only tired of this all. "Maybe you're just jealous."

For a moment, Catherine simply stares at her, expression eventually softening. Without a sound, she turns around. "Maybe I am," she mutters wistfully before the door closes behind her.

~~
Chasing Whispers

Sara stared at the door blankly, not believing the words she heard slip softly from Catherine's lips. When the door clicked shut, it snapped her out of her reverie and she rushed out into the hall. Sara knew pursuing this was probably not the smartest decision she had ever made, but she couldn't ignore the feeling in her gut that simply said "Go."

"What did you say?" Sara asked, grasping Catherine's arm to prevent her walking away.

"Nothing." Catherine turned to face Sara defensively. "I didn't say anything."

"I heard you say something Catherine, please, what was it?"

Catherine's eyes softened as Sara spoke her name. She sighed, hung her head and ran her free hand through her hair as she looked back up. The silence hung between them for another moment, heavy with expectation, until she looked into Sara's eyes.

"Maybe I am," she whispered.

Sara realized she was still holding Catherine's arm, that she didn't want to let it go and that Catherine had indeed said what she thought she said.

"Maybe I am," she said again, tucking a stray hair behind Sara's ear and brushing her cheek with her hand. Sara released her arm and pressed her hand to the spot Catherine just touched, butterflies bursting forth from her stomach. Catherine smiled and continued down the hall leaving Sara to stand alone.

what the students didn't see

2007-09-05T14:29:03Z

Title: A Cold Wind
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: G
Word count: 416
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Hooch/McGonagall
Summary: What we didn't see from the Astronomy Tower that fateful night...
Author's Notes: Written for Challenge100 (using #92) at femslash100 (lj)

NOTE:Originally written 1/18/07

Xiomara had been awoken from her fitful slumber by strange noises coming from outside the castle. Curious, she looked out onto the grounds and was not pleased with what she saw. Transfiguring her bedclothes into something appropriate for public wear, she grabbed her robes and made her way down to the entrance. After momentarily debating stopping at Minerva's office to see if she knew what was going on, Xiomara decided to continue down to the grounds - certain the Deputy Headmistress was already on her way.

Continuing down to the gates, she heard shouts - familiar shouts - and broke into a full out sprint. As Xiomara practically flew down the steps onto the lawn she was greeted with the sight of Minerva on the receiving end of multiple stunners and Hagrid running off into the forrest with Fang in his arms. Disillusioning herself on the run, she fell to her knees beside the still form of her lover and was unnoticed by Umbridge and the others on their way back to the castle.

She sent a message to Dumbledore with her Patronus, the feline form dashing up and away before she even finished flicking her wand, and covered Minerva with her robes.

"That bitch, how could she do this to you?" Xiomara whispered through tears as she caressed the face of her fallen lover.

"My child, it is safe to come out now." Dumbledore spoke as he walked toward the pair.

"I saw at least three, three! Where is that toady bitch hiding? I'll claw her bloody eyes out for this!"

Dumbledore pulled the enraged Brooms Mistress into an embrace and moments later she was crying on his shoulder.

"I will take Minerva to St. Mungo's myself immediately. You must promise me not to go after Umbridge. She will have to deal with the consequences of her actions soon enough. You can visit in the morning, you know if I am not the one to bring her it will only raise suspicions with those we wish to steer clear of."

Hanging her head Xiomara whispered her acceptance into the Headmaster's robes. Dumbledore stepped away from the wet eyed woman and gingerly picked up Minerva's stunned body. He nodded at Xiomara and apparated away, bringing Minerva to the hospital. Xiomara stood out on the grounds till sunrise, oblivious of the wind blowing around her. She watched the stars and hoped against hope that her love would come back to her with the coming of the dawn.

the last one for today

2007-09-05T02:42:16Z

Title: Aquatic Primates
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: G
Word count: 99
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lupin/Snape
Author’s Note:Written for the "pets" challenge at snupin100 (lj)

NOTE:Originally written 1/18/07

"What!?"

"Calm down Severus, it's not like they are going to take up much room."

"Not take up much room?" Severus fixed Remus with the same look he used to give Potter when he thought the boy was lying to him. "Explain to me Remus, how exactly it is that monkeys can not take up much room."

"Sea monkeys Severus, sea monkeys." Remus smiled.

"I don't care where they're from, I'm not letting them in this house!"

Remus unveiled a strange looking plastic box that was undenieably muggle in nature and gestured for Severus to look closer.

“Sea monkeys.”

Hooch gets around

2007-09-05T02:11:38Z

Title: Reunion
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Hooch/Proudfoot
Author’s Note: With only a surname mentioned, let’s pretend Proudfoot is a girl! Written for Challenge #53 at minorhp100 (lj)

NOTE:Originally written 1/15/07

Sylvia Proudfoot stretched deeply and yawned. Hearing a knock on her door, she drew her wand and positioned herself in the most defendable position before calling out, “Come in.”

“Sylvia?”

“Mara!” Sylvia dropped her wand and ran to embrace her visitor.

“Tonks told me you’d be down here, how’ve you been?”

“Better now, much better now.” Sylvia said into Xiomara’s neck as the two embraced. “I didn’t dare hope that you’d get a chance to come down to see me.”

“How could I not come down to see you, love?” Xiomara asked softly, capturing the Auror’s lips with her own.

Title: The Night Before Graduation
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Aideen Devlin/ Hooch
Author’s Note: “(unnamed) witch, an Auror with an eyepatch” (from the HP lexicon) is Aideen Devlin. Written for Challenge #53 at minorhp100 (lj)

NOTE:Originally written 1/15/07

“When will I see you again?”

“I don’t know Mara, let’s not talk about that now.” Aideen whispered sadly as they watched the stars from the Astronomy Tower.

“I wouldn’t want you to forget about me. You know, with all those athletic Aurors running about,” Xiomara grinned.

“How could I possibly forget about you? You’ve turned my life upside down for the past three years, that’s not something you just forget,” Aideen teased.

“I don’t want to take any chances.” Xiomara said, pulling Aideen into a passionate kiss. They spent the rest of the night making memories underneath the stars.

more kittyhawk drabbles

2007-09-05T02:03:52Z

Title: Headmistress Interrputed
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 200
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Hooch/McGonagall
Summary: All work and no play makes Minerva a dull girl.
Author’s Note: Written for DoubleDrabble #9 at minorhp100 (lj)

NOTE:Originally written 1/14/07

“Minerva?” Xiomara said, approaching the Headmistresses’ desk and standing directly in front of the preoccupied professor.

Minerva looked up at the sound of her name and, startled by Xiomara’s closeness, jumped in her chair.

“Merlin Xiomara, don’t scare me like that!”

“You wouldn’t be so easy to scare if you pulled your nose out of your work every now and then. If it’s not schoolwork then it’s Quidditch and if it’s neither then you don’t have time.”

“That’s not all there is to me.” Minerva huffed, glaring at Xiomara.

“Really?” Xiomara asked, eyes sparkling mischeviously as she rounded the desk.

Minerva was at a loss for words as Xiomara climbed into her lap and pulled the quill out of her hands, dropping it to the floor.

“Prove it.”

Minerva leaned into Xiomara, searing her lips with a kiss before standing and depositing her upon the desk. Papers scattered as they battled for dominance, all but the desire within ignored. It was only when both women were completely spent that coherent words were spoken again.

“I hope you didn’t like that glass.” Xiomara commentated as she got dressed.

“Somehow I always end up with broken something when you visit.” Minerva teased.

Title: Tempest
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Hooch/McGonagall
Summary: Following your dreams isn’t always easy.
Author's Note: Written for Challenge #99 at femslash100

NOTE:Originally written 1/14/07

“Let it out.” Minerva said, pulling Xiomara into an embrace.

Xiomara clenched and unclenched her fists; resisting at first, she slowly accepted Minerva’s comfort as her head sagged onto the other girls’ shoulder.

“You would think it would be easier by now.” Xiomara whispered.

“I hope it never gets easy, that would mean you’ve stopped fighting and they’ve won.” Minerva stepped back and wiped a stray tear from Xiomara’s cheek.

“Some day they’ll see. I’ll be the best Beater those idiot boys have ever seen. Women shouldn’t play Beater my arse.” Xiomara smiled and kissed Minerva softly on her cheek.

Title: Comfort
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Hooch/McGonagall
Summary: Even the strong need someone.
Author's Note: Written for Challenge #99 at femslash100 (lj)

NOTE:Originally written 1/14/07

Minerva sat at her desk leaning on her elbows and pinching the bridge of her nose. Her usually tight bun was slightly unruly and her shoulders were drooped. Her frame shook as she heaved a silent sigh and wearily raised her head to answer the knock on her door.

“Come in.”

“Min…” Xiomara trailed off as she entered the room. Crossing quickly to the side of the Headmistress Xiomara sat on the desk facing her. She took Minerva’s head in hand; smoothing back stray hairs kissing her cheek and cradling her head in her lap. “I’m here now,” she whispered.

Double Drop

2007-09-03T20:26:04Z

Title: Afterparty
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,590
Fandom: Will & Grace
Pairing: Karen/Grace
Warnings: femslash, very minor drug use that i feel compelled to mention briefly (come on, this is a Karen!fic, what do you expect?)
Summary: A little alcohol goes a long way toward removing inhibitions.
Author's Note: Happy Birthday severity_softly!

NOTE: Originall written 1/12/07

Karen Walker polished off her fourth dry martini since Will asked the bartender to stop serving her vodka on the rocks, twenty minutes ago. Smiling at the man who was paying more attention to her breasts than to what he was actually serving her, she slipped him an extra fifty dollar bill.

“Keep `em coming hot stuff,” she said in between sips. The bartender paused as if reconsidering how many more he would send her way than glanced longingly at her ample cleavage, pocketed the fifty dollar bill and shrugged to himself before moving off to serve another patron. Smirking to herself as she covertly adjusted her stance to give the bartender a better view; she twirled the stem of her martini glass between her thumb and index finger before turning around to gaze out onto the crowded dance floor. As she leaned back against the bar she heard a familiar voice mumbling almost incoherently.

“Stupid men. Stupid bitch. Who does she think she is anyway? He came here with me and now little miss slutty slut is all over him.” Grace slurred as she hailed the bartender and ordered a Midori Sour.

“Oh honey, what’s the matter?” Karen asked, walking down to where Grace was standing.

“It’s Keith, he’s just…he’s an ass. One look at that skanky…skanky…prosti-tot and he’s following his overactive prick wherever it leads him. Directly to her STD laden crotch! Look at them,” she gestured wildly to a dark corner of the dance floor, “they’re practically doing it up against those speakers!”

“There, there, let mommy take care of you. Now, how many of those fruity little darlins have you had tonight?”

Grace looked down at her glass, chewed her lip, tilted her head to one side and looked back at Karen.

“Four, well…three plus this.” She said as she raised her glass for another sip.

“I think I may have just the ticket sweetie, gimmie a second.” Karen swilled the remnants of her latest martini and began digging through her purse. After a few glances at Grace out of the corner of her eyes and reading the labels of three or four bottles, she shook out two pills and held them out to Grace. “Here, you’ll forget all about his royal dickliness once I…once these get done with you.”

“But…but…but you know how I feel about your pill popping Karen.”

“Oh lighten up sister! They’re not gonna hurt you.”

Grace blew a stray hair off her face, giggled, then blew again – evidently amused by the process. She looked at Karen, at the pills and then out toward the dance floor.

“I’ll just have another one of there,” Grace pointed to her glass, “I don’t even know what those things are.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing.” Karen said as she signaled for more drinks and downed the pills herself. While watching Grace nurse her fruity concoction Karen let her mind wander as she started in on her own drink. Grace had always been an innocent tease; she just wasn’t sure if Grace even knew she was teasing her. Tonight she was going to do something about it, and God damn she was going to enjoy every minute of it. After polishing off her martini Karen nudged Grace will her elbow. “Come on babe; let’s blow this moth bitten excuse for a nightclub.”

“I wanna finnishh my drink ffirst.” Grace protested.

“We’ll go back to Che Karen and you can have all the booze you want there, `kay?” Karen said as she walked toward the exit.

“Oohh! Okay!” Grace beamed and knocked her glass over she rushed to join Karen.

By the time the limo pulled up to Karen’s place, Grace was feeling the full effects of her extra drink and Karen had worked her way through another half liter of vodka. The short elevator ride resulted in Grace relying on a not much more stable Karen for support which in turn resulted in a great deal of bodily contact. Karen was ready to burst when she yelled for Rosario to let them in after banging on the door a few times.

Rosario came to the door dressed in her nightclothes and muttered a few insults as she let her inebriated employer in. After greeting Grace, who was making faces in a highly polished bronze sculpture, she made her way back to her room and shut the door.

“I hope that’s the last we see of her party pooping ass tonight. Poor people have no idea how to have a good time.”

“She wouldn’t be poor if you paid her more…I think.” Said Grace who was now playing with the knobs on Karen’s stereo system.

“Hey, you’re right.” Karen replied then burst out laughing. “Like that’s ever going to happen. Ok sweetie, how about a Cosmo? Sophisticated women need a sophisticated drink.”

Grace muttered agreement then called out “I’ve got it!” as she found the power button and turned the stereo on, almost blowing herself over with the volume of the static pumping through the maxed out speakers. Fiddling with the tuner, she pulled in a station from NYU that played underground techno all weekend long.

When Karen walked back into the living room, a Cosmo in each hand, she was greeted by the sight of Grace gyrating wildly as she attempted to dance to the pulsing music.

“Drinks are here! Hey, who said you could start without me?” She said, downing her Cosmo in two gulps and rushing over to Grace.

“Don’t wanna drink, wanna drink!” Grace yelled over the music.

Shrugging her shoulders, Karen downed Grace’s drink and put the glass aside.

“Dance with me!” Grace shouted and reached out to grab Karen’s arm. She pulled the other woman closer and motioned for her to join in. Karen grinned devilishly at Grace and the two women were soon attempting to match each other’s movements and failing miserably. Laughing at their attempt, Grace lost her balance and fell, pinning Karen under her. As Grace began laughing harder Karen looked into her eyes and put a finger to her lips.

Confused, Grace stopped laughing and whispered, “What?”

“You’re beautiful,” Karen whispered. Not daring to hesitate, lest her prey escape, Karen pulled Grace closer and placed a searing kiss upon the other woman’s lips. After a moment Grace responded and the two were passionately engaged in a fierce kissing session. Pulling away suddenly Grace looked into Karen’s eyes.

“Bed. Now,” was all she said before pulling Karen to her feet and following her into the bedroom. The pair wasted no time removing each other’s clothes once they made it to the bed.

“A black lace thong? My, my, somebody was hoping to get lucky tonight.” Karen teased as she slid the minimal fabric down over Grace’s legs.

“Well I am, aren’t I?”

“You have no idea sister,” Karen replied with a knowing smile. She reached out to caress Grace’s cheek and was pulled down by hungry arms. Their naked bodies entwined and they began kissing with renewed passion.

Hands were roaming everywhere, exploring each other’s soft bodies and lingering in places that elicited moans. Karen made her way to Grace’s neck and began kissing and biting from her earlobe to her collarbone. As Grace writhed in pleasure Karen’s hand made its way up and down her body. Teasing a nipple, stroking a thigh, gliding over hot flesh and causing Grace to moan in pleasure.

Bringing her hand back up to Grace’s breast, Karen lowered her lips to the other nipple bad placed a gentle kiss upon it before taking it into her mouth. As she teased one with a finger so she did to the other with her tongue. Shifting her body so she was between Grace’s thighs, Karen moved to Grace’s other nipple and began working her magic again. She could feel Grace growing moist against her and slowly kissed her way down the other woman’s body. Trailing a hand along Grace’s inner thigh, Karen continued to tease her, circling closer and closer to Grace’s damp center. Moments later her fingers scored and Grace yelped in pleasure. Stroking slowly between her folds Karen teased her clit a moment before plunging two fingers into Grace’s warm cunt.

“Fuck that feels good!” Grace yelled as Karen slowly pumped her fingers in and out, lingering inside only to twist her fingers and stroke Grace’s inner walls.

Smiling, Karen slowly removed her fingers and lowered her head. Running her tongue along Grace’s smooth outer lips, she pushed deeper and began lapping at the entrance to her dripping hole.

“Fuck!” Grace yelled as she felt the warm moist velvet of Karen’s tongue playing with her pussy. “Damn Karen, that feels too good not to share.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Karen said as she paused, turned around and lowered her own aching cunt to Grace’s eager mouth before returning her attention to Grace’s pussy.

As Grace ran her tongue up and down Karen’s slit, teasing her clit and slipping into her hole, Karen alternated between sucking Grace’s slit and doing her best to literally tongue fuck her. Grace soon found herself on the brink of orgasm and focused all her efforts on Karen’s clit, hoping for a mutual climax. Karen exploded the moment before she did and yet the pair continued their ministrations, prolonging the experience for each other. Eventually Karen lay spent atop Grace and moved so they could speak.

“Well, that was fun.”

“I don’t think fun even begins to describe it.” Grace replied with a smile.

Title: Pity
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 830
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Warning: Dub-con, slash (inc. anal), bondage (minor)
Summary: Severus finally has Remus right where he wants him.
Author's Note: More birthday goodies for severity_softly

NOTE: Originally written 1/12/07

“Pity I can’t understand you. Not fluent in wolf you know.” Severus sneered at the sandy haired boy bound and gagged in front of him. Pushing his limp hair out of his face the Slytherin seventh year continued. “You made this quite easy for me, almost not worth all the effort and planning I put in, but no matter, you’ll simply have to make it worth my while.” A blush crept over the face of his prisoner and Severus smirked evilly. “Yes, that would turn you on, wouldn’t it werewolf? I bet you can’t wait to have your filthy mouth filled with my prick. Nobody else would want a monster would they?” He said as he knelt in front of Remus and clutched his chin in his hands, turning his prisoner’s head from side to side.

Slapping the Gryffindor across the face he stood up and paced in front of him for a moment. After casting a long glance at the bound boy Severus flicked his wand and spelled away Remus’ pants, leaving him clothed from the waist up and still wearing shoes.

“My, my, apparently excessive body hair isn’t the only animalistic thing about you.” Severus whispered into Remus’ ear as he wrapped his slender fingers around the Gryffindor’s cock. He ran his hand up and down the length of Remus’ penis before abruptly ceasing and smirking evilly at him.

“Wouldn’t do for you to get too much pleasure out of this, would it?” Severus taunted as he stood up. Reaching into his robes Severus pulled down his zipper and freed his own penis from the confines of his clothing. Noticing his captive’s eyes glued to his cock he paused, allowing him a good look. Severus then caressed his cock from base to head, sliding and squeezing until he was firm. He stood in front of Remus, his penis standing proudly erect, pale skin contrasting with his dark robes. Waving his want he banished Remus’ gag and stepped closer.

“What, no protest? No begging me not to do this?” he questioned. Remus’ only response was to hang his head.

Taking another step closer Severus grasped his shaft and brushed the tip of it against Remus’ cheek. The captive raised his head and Severus grinned. Running his penis over Remus’ lips caused him to open them and when Severus paused he slowly caressed the tip with his tongue.

“You, you want this, don’t you? Come on then, make this worth my while.” Severus hissed as he closed the remaining distance between Remus and himself.

Remus wrapped his lips around Severus’ penis and caressed his head with his tongue. He leaned his head forward, bringing more of his captor’s length into his mouth and sucked softly. Releasing, he ran his tongue up and down Severus’ penis, his face meeting the Slytherin’s robes. Severus struggled to suppress a moan as the bound Gryffindor pulled the entirety of his cock into the depths of his warm mouth. Remus stimulated the underside of Severus’ prick with his tongue as he sucked and moments later Severus quickly pulled free. He pushed Remus to the floor, the Gryffindor hitting his head, as he strode behind his captive.

Severus kicked Remus’ knees apart and knelt between them as he reached through to fondle the werewolf’s penis. Stroking him to full hardness, Severus stopped once he felt the dampness of pre-cum upon his fingers. Smearing his fingers with it, Severus brought them back to Remus’ ass and plunged three fingers into his hole. Remus gasped but did not protest as Severus worked them into and out of him repeatedly. Spitting into his other hand Severus ran it over his own length before removing his fingers and plunging himself balls deep into Remus. He pounded the other boy’s ass, skin slapping on skin until Remus began to shake.

Reaching around, Severus grasped the Gryffindor’s sack and hissed, “Not you, this is about me. You can wank all you want when I’m gone.”

Severus pulled out almost completely after that and slammed his full length into Remus. He continued to assault Remus’ hole until he felt the stirrings of orgasm. Burying himself in Remus, he filled the other boy with cum before pulling out and spelling himself clean. He pulled Remus to his knees and stroked the other boy’s hard shaft as his cum ran down Remus’ legs.

“I suggest you take care of this before roaming the halls.” Severus whispered as he cupped Remus’ balls. He then looked Remus in the eye as he stroked him to the brink of orgasm, Remus’ hips bucking wildly.

“Let’s do this again sometime.” Severus said as she stood up and walked away, Remus still bound and erect. He spelled away Remus’ bindings as he walked out the door and grinned to himself as he imagined the Gryffindor frantically wanking and then trying to get through the castle clothed when he realized his pants were banished and his wand remained in the library.