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Title: Our Endless, Numbered Days
Author:
Recipient's LJ name: eruditefics
Pairing(s): Seamus/Lavender
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sometimes Lavender needs human contact and a chance to forget the rest of the world.
Word Count: ~3,200
Warnings/Content: Partially set during DH. Hurt/comfort.
Author's/Artist's notes: Thanks to my beta for looking over this for me. eruditefics, I hope you enjoy this.



With a heavy sigh, Lavender sank to sit with her back against the wall beside Seamus. "Alright?"

"'Lo," he murmured, exhaling a long breath of smoke. "'M alright."

Lavender frowned darkly, slim fingers snatching the fag from his hand. Rather than tossing it away, she took a drag, eyes closed in bliss and not a cough or splutter to be heard. Seamus crossed his arms over his chest, shivering slightly and trying not to look at her pouty lips pursed around the cigarette.

"Thought you quit," he remarked.

"Did." The cigarette dangled carelessly from her fingertips. That had been teenage rebellion and a useful way to suppress her appetite so she could fit into her favourite school skirt. These days, teenage rebellion had a whole new meaning. "Think I might start again. Too stressed."

"We're all stressed." Seamus raked his hand through his blond hair. Now it was getting longer, it was starting to curl, something Lavender had confessed to causing jealousy.

Just the smell of cigarette smoke brought back memories. Stolen moments behind the broom sheds with overpriced fags bought from sixth years who were of age. Good memories. Simpler memories. Today, sitting here behind the broom shed once more, life didn't seem so simple. They'd pretty much lost Hogwarts to the Death Eaters, every act of rebellion seeming ever more futile.

"I can't be the only one who wonders why we're even doing this anymore. It just feels so useless."

Seamus took his cigarette back. "Might feel like that now. But it'll be worth it in the end."

The edge of her lips curled into a smile, an almost-hidden smile just for him. "You sound like Neville."

He gasped, free hand flying to his heart. "Never. He doesn't have my sexy Irish accent."

She raised her eyebrows, giving him a nudge with her elbow. "I don't think anyone's ever called it sexy."

"They do in my head."

Lavender laughed softly, shaking her head in disagreement and earning herself a tsk from Seamus. Barely a moment later she became sombre once more. "I'm scared, though. I'm worried I'm going to die."

"Me too. I'm too young and pretty to die." He pushed out his lower lip into a pout; Lavender gave an exasperated sigh, shaking her head.

"Can't you ever be serious?"

"Alright." Seamus fixed her with an intent gaze, catching her eyes. "I seriously think... that you are thinking about kissing me right now."

Her complexion warmed, Lavender pursing her lips together to stop herself from giggling. "I think about that a lot. Nothing new there." Her hand came to rest firmly on his knee, squeezing gently.

"You do?"

"I think about a lot of things I don't tell people." She licked her lips. "Mostly I think about how it would be nice just to forget everything that's happening out there for just a little while." She waved her hand in what she thought might be the direction of the castle. Meeting his gaze again, her lips pursed together in uncertainty. "Is
that selfish?"

"We all have those thoughts," Seamus said confidently. There wasn't a day that went by when he wished he could wake up in the morning and not have to examine himself for any new bruises that had blossomed overnight. Today he sported an impressive black eye and he chose to wear it as a badge of honour and not the symbol of shame the Carrows wanted it to be, despite the pots of contraband bruise paste people kept offering.

Seamus prickled uncomfortably. "Lavender?" he prompted, only for her to pluck the cigarette from his hand again. "Lavender?" he repeated, watching.

She sighed, stretching out her arm and stubbing the cigarette out on the flagstone. Leaving it smouldering slightly, Lavender turned on him. "I'm going to kiss you," she told him decisively.

"Don't let me stop you."

She smiled. "Just going to forget everything for a while," she promised, soft hand slipping around his neck as she leant in. Seamus met her lips before she could initiate the kiss, his mouth warm and insistent against hers. His arm wrapped around her, dragging her closer into his embrace and making her hiss as her bare knee scraped on the ground.

He looked down, concerned, but Lavender dismissed it in a breathy whisper. "Forget that." Straddling his lap, her knees locked around his middle, fingers in his hair as she kissed him again. Seamus gave a groan as his head knocked against the wall, but Lavender's fingers soothed over the sore spot and his blood really didn't seem to be flowing in that direction, anyway, when there was a warm girl sitting on him with her tongue curling against his and her skirt riding up around her thighs.

Her nimble fingers fiddling with his belt made him swear under his breath, but the rock of her hips towards him had him moaning. One hand still in his hair, Lavender grabbed Seamus' hand and pulled it under her skirt. Seamus' fingers pressed into warm skin and then even warmer cotton at the juncture of her thighs.

"What do you want?" he asked, lips tracing the curve of her jaw.

"Touch me," she hissed, her hand inside his trousers before he could really register her words. Lavender sighed, forehead resting against his as she shifted against him, hand moving all the time. Her fingers brushed the bare head of his cock, closing around his length.

Seamus trembled, his thighs tensing. Her thumb circling the head was purely divine and in his attempt not to come all over her hand within fifteen seconds Seamus let out a long breath. He crept his fingers up under the edge of her knickers, wondering vaguely what they looked like, yet not caring in the slightest as his fingers met slick skin that grew wetter under his touch. "Fuck."

"Maybe later," she promised in breathy tones as she pressed open-mouthed kisses to his throat and gave a flick of her wrist that was far more wicked than it was divine.

He tugged at her knickers, moving them to the side as his fingers were swiftly coated in her arousal. The slow undulations of Lavender's hips gave Seamus something to focus on that wasn't her hand stroking his cock or the growing tightness in his balls.

"No," she whined, breath hitching. Her fingers slithered out of his hair and down to curl around his wrist. Lavender bit her lip, the hand on his erection stilling save for the occasional twitch of her thumb against his foreskin. "Here." She insistently pulled his hand a little until his fingers found a spot that made her whole body shiver. "Right there," she purred. Seamus swallowed thickly, brow furrowing in concentration as he moved his fingers in small circles around her clit.

Lavender gasped for breath, then pressed her lips to his in a crushing kiss. Nearly losing it then, Seamus sped up his exploring fingers and roughly cupped her breast, palming it and feeling the stiffness of her nipple through her blouse. She nipped at his lower lip, tugging it between white teeth before slowing into a languid, lazy kiss that was punctuated by soft gasps and moans from both of them.

Seamus pressed himself against her, cock hot and heavy in her hand. She brought him off with a feather-light brush of her fingers against his balls, his release covering her hand. He sagged back against the wall, limbs more relaxed than they had been in weeks, despite the bruises hidden beneath his robes.

Sliding her other hand between them, forehead pressed firmly against his, Lavender's fingers joined Seamus', rubbing at the slick bundle of nerves. Their fingers clashed, fighting for dominance. Breathing heavily, Seamus pressed a finger into her, then another as Lavender started to ride his hand with abandon. If her cunt hadn't clenched around his fingers, fluttering with her climax, Seamus might have missed the hitch of her breath as she came. Still, she continued to ride him, orgasm trembling through her until she sank down a final time.

His thumb flicked at her erect nipple a final time before he curled his arm around her, pulling Lavender flush to him in a tight hug. Her hand loosely circled his cock still, his fingers pressed into her cunt and wishing that was where his cock was.

Lavender pulled her hand from her clit, arm circling Seamus' neck as she hugged him back. Her wet fingers brushed against his cheek. Seamus felt her deep sigh more than he heard it, closing his eyes and holding her closer.

"Better?" Seamus murmured.

Quiet for a long moment, she whispered. "Nearly."

***


Lavender gasped, pulse racing as an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her bodily into an alcove. There, sheltered by an ancient suit of armour that was beginning to creak as enchantments flowed through it, she found herself staring into Seamus' face.

Before she had time to question him, he kissed her. Nothing about this kiss was polite. It was all hands, tongues, lips, hot need.

When Seamus pulled back, his cheeks were flushed and Lavender stared at him again, her lips still parted.

"What was that for?" she whispered.

Seamus licked his lips. "Just in case."

No need to ask 'just in case what?' Harry was here now and they'd known this day would come, the day when Dumbledore's Army needed to fight with wands and not graffiti.

"Just in case," Lavender echoed, then kissed him again, tender this time. "Now, try not to get too many more bruises."

"Ah, but I thought purple was your favourite colour."

Lavender gave him a half-hearted shove. "Not on your face." But she smiled fondly. "Come on. We need to go."

"Yeah. Battle to fight, war to win, all that stuff."

"All that stuff."

Seeing the way her chin trembled, Seamus hugged her bodily. "Just in case," he murmured again.


***


"Where's Lavender?"

Dean, wooden spoon in his hand as he stirred the beans, shrugged. "Think she went for a walk."

"Lavender? A walk?"

Shrugging again, Dean shook his head. "That's what she said. Left about half an hour ago." He frowned. "Can you go get her? Dinner'll be ready soon. I'll put some back for you."

Seamus' stomach rumbled at the thought. "All right. Save me some sausages, yeah?" Dean gave a salute with the spoon, though Seamus wished he wouldn't. From her perch at the sunny kitchen table surrounded by crosswords and tarot cards, Parvati giggled.

Shoving his feet into muddy trainers, Seamus wandered out of the holiday cottage. He spotted the garden gate ajar, so took that as a clue and headed into the woods that the property backed onto.

Lavender couldn't have gone far, he knew. She wasn't at her most mobile these days and, besides, she really was one to stop and smell the flowers along the way. At least, she had been.

It wasn't flowers that Seamus caught a whiff of first, though. It was his favoured brand of cigarettes, which mean someone had been going through his stash.

The smell of cigarette smoke growing stronger with almost every step, Seamus carried on. He gave a yell as his foot caught on something and he ended up sprawled on the ground, nearly scraping his palms. Seamus twisted, a slew of insults for a tree root or branch ready on the tip of his tongue. Instead, it was a walking stick in the hand of just the person he was looking for.

"Well, fuck," he said, twisting more and sitting up. He ran a hand back through his hair. Lavender shrugged, but didn't offer an apology or even a smile.

"All right?" he asked. She nodded.

Batting some ferns out of the way, Seamus moved to sit next to her, back against the wide expanse of the tree. "I was worried about you. Probably shouldn't have been."

Seamus scrubbed his hand on the thigh of his jeans, then reached for hers. Lavender squeezed it gently in return, lips curling into a small smile. He studied her. The smile didn't seem to reach her eyes, soldier's eyes which hadn't been the same since the war. Lavender quickly looked away.

"Nice weather today," he offered.

She nodded. "Lovely."

Somewhere above them, birds were chirping in the treetops as they sat in silence. Resting his head back, Seamus closed his eyes and let his thumb slowly circle over her knuckles. His worry about her evaporated. She was fine. Just needed a break from everyone else. He understood. That was the whole point of this holiday: a chance to get away from everything.

His eyes opened quickly as he felt her other hand cup his cheek. Lavender watched him closely, fingers slipping to the nape of his neck and tugging him to her. The familiar, insistent press of her lips against made him forget about the promise of lunch that waited for them with the others; Lavender's kiss held a greater promise, one that he couldn't resist.

Seamus' hands sought purchase, finding her hip and the back of her head. The hand on her hip slipped around, supporting the small of her back as he encouraged her to the ground. Breaking the kiss for a moment, Lavender looked up at him, bright eyed and more alert than Seamus had seen for a while. Her abandoned walking stick almost tangled with his legs and Seamus kicked it away half-heartedly.

Her warm fingers skimmed the hem of his faded green t-shirt, hooking it up to reveal a sliver of tanned skin at his stomach, then more as she slowly pushed it up. Seamus obliged, lifting his arms for her to remove it.

He nudged her legs apart a little with his knee, feeling the hitch of her breath more than he heard it. "All right?" he asked, keeping still. His hand smoothed gently down her waist to rest on the hip he hadn't touched before. While the scars she'd gained in the battle were more than noticeable, the effects of the fall she'd also taken were far less so. At least, until she whacked you around the ankles with her walking stick when she was feeling particularly crotchety and didn't want to be ignored.

Lavender nodded, tongue darting out to lick her lips. She gave him a wan smile, pulling his hand further up her body.

Seamus softly cursed the multitude of small buttons down the front of her dress, but as he slipped each from its hole he noticed the small changes in her breathing, how the anticipation grew in her eyes as she watched him. Pulling apart the material answered the question of whether she had been wearing a bra in the close summer heat, her pert breasts left bare beneath the dress and her nipples already hard.

Eager, Seamus closed his mouth around one taut peak. Near silent but for the soft gasps she made, Lavender's hands stroked over his hair, holding him to her. Gradually, though, her soft palms slid down over his bare back, caressing muscles and scars; not even his mother's stout home cooking nor Dean's never-ending supply of sausages had yet been able to rid him of the outline of his ribs.

He switched his attentions to the other breast, kissing his way across her chest. Noticing Lavender shifting beneath him, Seamus drew back with one last slow suck that left her nipples glistening in the dappled sunlight.

Her bare arms were covered in goosebumps, despite the heat that he could feel coming from the rest of her. Lavender's fingers curled into her skirt and Seamus was quick to pick up on her unspoken demand. With a careful lift of her hips and wordless communication, Seamus pulled down her knickers.

Chest heaving, Lavender pulled him sharply to her, crushing her mouth to his and almost missing his lips in her eagerness. Her breasts pressing against Seamus' chest, she shifted more, gasping as she moved her legs further apart for him.

Between them they tugged and pulled at his belt. As soon as it was undone, his jeans began to slip down his slim hips without any encouragement. Seamus squirmed as ferns brushed across his bare arse, but that was all forgotten as he pushed into her, Lavender's whole body embracing him.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, grip surprisingly strong, and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her breath curled hotly against his skin, needy gasps for breath that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Seamus gave shallow rocks of his hips, thrusts slow and steady as their bodies came together.

Bracing his palm on the ground beside her, Seamus gave himself a little more leverage. Pushing deeper into her, cunt clenching tight enough to take his breath away, Seamus groaned deeply. Nothing had felt so good in a long time, any worried thoughts slipping away with every slick thrust.

Beneath him, Lavender trembled, barely making a sound. Her fingers pressed into his back hard enough to turn her knuckles white. The trembling grew more pronounced as her grip on him increased. Lavender's teeth scraped at his shoulder between sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.

Seamus felt wetness on his skin, warm on his neck, but by then he'd surrendered to his body's needs. Swallowing back a yell, Seamus gave a few erratic thrusts. Though he felt suddenly exhausted from his release, he tried to keep up the shallow rolls of his hips. The hollow sob Lavender gave against his shoulder as she came was the first distinct noise she'd made.

The wetness, he realised as his brain seemed to spiral back into his head, was her tears.

"Hey," he murmured, pulling back just enough to try and see her face.

With her eyes ringed red and complexion blotchy, Lavender tried to avoid his gaze. Seamus let out a heavy breath, touching her chin and smudging it with earth. Seeing her like that, he almost forgot to breath in again, a rush of blood to the head making him dizzy.

She blinked hard, then looked up at him. Tears streaked down her face, her mascara smudgy beneath her eyes. Seamus couldn't stop staring. "Was I really that bad?" he chided.

Her face crumpled and Seamus thought she might cry harder. Instead, she croaked out a laugh. "You've been better," she murmured.

"But not bad, right?" he checked, raising his eyebrows. Something in his chest ached seeing her cry. It always did.

"No," she sighed. "Not bad."

Seamus kissed her temple. He made to pull out, but Lavender's hands gripped his arse, holding him in place. "Stay," she whispered. "Fuck." The curse sounded weak on her lips. "I don't want to leave here." Her lips soothed over the indents of her teeth on his shoulder. Lavender's own shoulders shook as she started to cry again. This time, tears pricked at Seamus' eyes. He bent his head, resting bodily against her before tipping them onto their sides, careful to avoid her bad hip. Though he nearly slipped out of her, Lavender didn't seem to be keen on letting him go.

He breathed out slowly, forehead resting against hers and letting her cry. Letting his own tears drip uncomfortably across his face. Letting a twig press into his ribs and a tree root against his thigh. Letting her wracking sobs rattle through him as she found the release she really needed.