|wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love,|
@ 2011-02-15 03:10:00
|Entry tags:||*fic, 2011, lavender, seamus|
Special delivery for eruditefics
Title: Our Endless, Numbered Days
Recipient's LJ name: eruditefics
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.
"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
"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."