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| Entry tags: | c: cassandra vane, c: demo finnigan-thomas, d: 2028 04, ~ complete, Ω: rp |
RP: Friday Night. Date Night
Who: Demo & Cass
What: Date night in
When: Fri 8th April
Where: Demo & Teddy's Flat, Victory Road
Warnings: NSFW post main course
Completion Status: Complete
It had been a while since Demo had planned this date with Cassandra, but he had been hit by both increased responsibilities at WWN and an upcoming deadline for his latest Witch Weekly article. But finally, finally they had a date night. Teddy had been banished for the night, although he was largely willing since he didn’t want to be a third wheel.
Per their agreement Demo had thrown together a super simple starter, plus a more impressive looking main course and was expecting Cassandra to show up with dessert. He’d spent the week sporadically tidying up both the main living areas of the flat and his own room. There was some careful locking away of his Witch Weekly related work, even more closely than before Teddy was in the loop, since Teddy wasn’t generally invited into his room. The flat wasn’t spotless by any stretch of the imagination, but all stray washing up had been done, stray items that looked messy had been returned to the rooms of their owners and he’d had to bust out some bribery to get Teddy to help him with his not-so-great cleaning spells. When he did things with magic it seemed to either fizzle part way through or result in dusty streaks which the magic had missed.
By the time Cassandra arrived he had changed out of the scruffy clothes he had been cooking in and into an outfit that definitely leaned towards the influence of his French family, and his hair was slicked back. He debated taking his shoes off, but then his only option was going to be socks of some kind and his grippy socks were all a bit weird, and the non gripping kind slipped on the floors.
There were flowers and candles on the table, which had been more of a headache to organise than Demo had recalled. But everything was ready, he had timers set for when to put certain things in the oven based on when Cass arrived, the wine was chilled and the lighting was on the brighter end of cosy.
Still, he had butterflies in his stomach when he hurried to the door at her knock.
The fact that this was the first time Cass was seeing his apartment did not escape her mind. When she’d suggested a night in she was prepared to ask Molly for the house, but then Demo said he could banish Teddy easily enough. She dressed methodically but kind to Demo’s own sensibilities. She’d realized after their climbing venture she might need to tone down the sex appeal, unfortunately so. She thought after their climbs he’d suggest finding some place, any place where they could be alone. She kept telling herself to be patient, but after seeing him in action it was harder to put into practice.
Balancing the personal flans in one hand she pushed back the billowing sleeve of her green and white top and knocked on the door.
“Did someone order homemade dessert?” She imagined him tripping over himself to get to the door.
The sight of Cass at the other side of his door calmed down the fizzing in his stomach. All of the prep he’d done seemed worthwhile, and Cassandra looked beautiful. He was a little disappointed that she’d moved away from her previous form-fitting choices, but it didn’t actually matter to him.
“I did, but I didn’t expect such an attractive delivery person,” he teased, opening the door wider to let her through. “Hi,” he said softly, leaning in to peck her on the lips.
“Come on through, can I take a coat?” he asked. “Take those off your hands?” He assumed they probably needed the fridge, and he should probably slip the main course into the oven now she was here. Giving himself something to do would distract him from wanting to grab her and kiss her senseless. There was time for that later.
“I could always have someone else deliver them.” Cass smiled as their lips met. She liked the banter they’d settled into. “They should probably go into the fridge. That way the caramel doesn’t run.” Her mother had made a point to remind her of every intricacy of the dish as they reviewed the recipe. Cass hoped they turned out alright.
Cass was impressed with the flat. With his job she half expected there to be notebooks and papers strewn across coffee tables. Molly had mentioned that Teddy’s job was rather paperwork intensive, but even being Weasley adjacent she assumed he carried the same neatness to his work.
She followed him into the kitchen, wanting to catch a peak of him hard at work on their meal. “It’s good to see you again.” She admitted wrapping her arms around his waist.
“Nope, I think I might demand the same delivery person on repeat from now on,” he said, cradling her head lightly to kiss her again before moving out of her way.
He nodded eagerly and led her into the kitchen. He hadn’t completely tidied up from cooking, even if all the food was ready to go. There were cutting boards, bowls, knives and spoons in the sink. He gestured to the fridge. “There should be plenty of space in here,” he said as he took the dishes from her. Would you like some wine?” he asked, since he already had the door open. He pulled the bottle out and held it up. He wasn’t the biggest wine fan, but he did like this one and it should fit with the food he’d made.
“It feels like forever since we had time just for us when we weren’t running off somewhere,” he agreed. Their previous dates had been in public, but they’d been mostly concerned with each other, even when they had been in the climbing group. To him the brief coffee dates they’d managed since then had seemed that little bit less private. He wrapped an arm around her too. “Food should go in if we don’t want to wait too long for it,” he said, tilting his head slightly towards the two baking dishes sitting on the side.
“I do have an important question though.” He said, trying to look really serious. “What are your feelings on crispy bacon? And does it belong on Greek salad?” Demo was somewhat of the opinion that crispy bacon made many things better, even if it wasn’t technically supposed to be there.
“Wine would be lovely.” Cass unfurled herself from Demo. They had all night. Swaying on the spot she thought about his question.
“Oh, I like bacon. But I also like the brininess that comes from a good Greek salad. Bacon on the side, maybe?”
He smiled and set the bottle of wine down. “Just one second,” he said and opened the oven, setting both dishes inside by hand. He probably could manage that by magic, but he didn’t want to make that much of a tit of himself. Then he closed up the oven and set a timer before going for the wine glasses. They only had one kind, even if he was well aware of the difference.
“Those take about forty-five minutes each,” he said, as he set about opening the wine. That he managed with his wand, years of practice coming in handy. “You’ve seen the veg, but I’ll save what’s in the chicken as a surprise,” he said. He poured them both a glass of wine and passed her one. He raised his own in a toast.
“That’ll work,” he said with a little shrug. “I grew up in a ‘bacon makes everything better’ kind of house,” he said. “Well, the Irish side at least,” he said with a huff of laughter. “But I know it’s not traditional.”
“How has your week been?” he asked.
Cass shrugged at the question. Potion’s Research and Making was boring unless it was in her home lab. “Most everything at Pucey’s runs on autopilot. I’m learning a lot, and I only really experiment in my home lab.”
There were some projects she’d been asked to work on outside of her daily responsibilities. Many of them caused her to leave a sign on the door that read, Volatile Substances Present. Proceed with Caution.
“It’s been a busy week to say the least. I’m glad to finally have a night where I can relax.” She sipped at her wine.
He liked hearing about her week, even if it was all a bit repetitive. Some parts of his own job, at least the WWN job, were generally super similar every week. “Just make sure you’re careful as you should be,” he said, remembering his previous panic at her hiccup.
“It is good to relax though,” he agreed, leaning against the counter with her for a moment before tilting his head towards the living area. “Come have a seat, we can wait a few minutes before we have salad.”
He set down his glass and held out a chair for her, before going and relaxing into his own with a sigh. It wasn’t a big dining table, a hinge affair tucked away against the wall that rarely got used. He let himself relax as he sat down. “That interview I got asked to do ended up far more complicated than I thought,” he said with a sigh. He’d told Cassandra about the interview, since it was yet another reason why their date ended up being put off, but very little of the context. “It goes out in the arts programme next week, but if you ever have a reason to try and speak professionally to a close family member’s ex that they have a bad feelings about,- try and get out of it,” he implored.
“I asked some of the other researchers about that actually. They gave me some wicked warding spells that mitigate most of the reactions. I really am thankful for them and mum. They both manage to give me some good information.”
She nodded at his request, picking up her own glass and nestling into the chair. “Noted. I can’t imagine that being a cordial conversation at all.” She remembered him mentioning it vaguely between texts, but not enough to recognize. Demo had never given her a reason to believe he was ill tempered but neither was she and in that situation she probably would’ve been less than cordial.
“Oh, that’s good, I think Papa has stuff set up, but I have no idea about that part. I’m just in charge of the boring bits when I help. Clearly this is the part where you being the pro and me just dabbling in Dad’s space comes in,” he said with a chuckle.
He sighed heavily. “We managed cordial, for sure, but it was awkward. She dated Papa before he got together with Da, and I had no idea until I rang him to ask if he happened to know her. I was only picked because they know I know a bit about art from Papa and speak French. I wish Phillip had been available,” he moaned. The usual arts and culture correspondent had been unfortunately unavailable on a remote holiday at the only times the interview could happen. “It’s not coming out until next week, I’ll let you know a time so you can listen and see if I’ve managed to mask my feelings!” He was also fairly sure Ophelia Morand had had something of a shock when he’d revealed his connection to Dean.
“I may also have spent a fair bit of time this week tidying the flat. On and off. It wasn’t awful, but not quite romantic date worthy,” he said. At least his form of chaos was generally confined to papers everywhere, and the odd bit of mildly neglected washing up because he couldn’t do it by magic.
“Time for the starter?” he asked. It would be a fairly labour-light start, as promised, just dishing up and putting the bacon on the side. He didn’t want to waste too much time away from her.
She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. Part of her wished she could show him he was just as apt at her or her father, but she always appreciated the compliment. “Trial and error. Or at least that's what mom always told me and now she’s got her own business.”
Cass thought about that, having her own business. She always assumed she might take over from Romilda at some point. She wondered what Demo thought about that. Her owning a sex shop. They hadn’t truly spoken about the future at all. She snapped herself back to reality, focusing on the details of his interview. “I’m sure you handled yourself masterfully. Does that mean Phillip owes you one?” She didn’t know much about the inner workings of broadcasting but assumed that if he was in a jam later his coworker would happily lend a hand.
“It looks fabulous.” Leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek. The flat. Him. The effort. She appreciated it all. “You’re amazing.” She smiled watching him serve the salad.
He hummed in agreement as he took a sip of wine. The hint of blush in her cheeks was super enticing and he struggled for a moment to form his thoughts, but thankfully it didn’t stop him for long. Partly practice, partly he didn’t want to conceal things from her through lies where he didn’t have to. “I think that’s true for a lot of things that are partly creative. Which is honestly a lot of things. Makes for some terrible cocktail trials,” he said, very much speaking from experience. “What sort of business does your mum run, I’m not sure you ever told me?”
He shook his head. “No, he was on a scheduled holiday, but my boss owes me a little favour. Since the interview is going out at a better time slot than my show it’s actually actually a good work opportunity, but she totally apologised for how awkward it got and said she’ll keep me in mind for future interviews since I did well.”
“Keep doing that and I’m going to get all distracted,” he teased as he managed to neatly avoid dumping salad into her lap. Part of him wanted to flirt his way into skipping more food in favour of the bedroom, but he actually wanted to impress her with the rest of his cooking too. But she just smelled so good up close. He wanted to trace the smell with his lips and tongue. It took him half a second to goad his brain into sitting back into his own seat.
“At least it ended well.” She thought how she would react if one of her mother’s exes came into work. At least she didn’t have to deal with the public that often.
“Oh.” She pulled back trying to decide how to tell him about her mother’s work. “Quikpulse, an adult shop. Love potions, sexual remedies, and toys.” She wasn’t quite sure how he would respond. She never thought that her mother’s business would be an issue. Or at least hoped at least.
She took her bowl of salad quietly and settled back into her seat.
He nodded emphatically, he had been very relieved he’d managed to pull it off without obviously making an idiot of himself.
Demo’s eyebrows crawled up his forehead rather rapidly at the revelation. “Oh! That’s umm,” he trailed off, trying to arrange his thoughts into a coherent fashion. The first several of his thoughts were the sort of glib which would probably come off as his being uncomfortable with the concept, so he didn’t share them. He also had to brush away several thoughts about Cassandra using or demonstrating the sorts of products which might be sold in an adult store. He blinked slowly and swallowed. “And I thought living in a pub was something people found scandalous!” he joked and then shook his head briefly to clear it. “No, that’s cool. I know you said you helped out, I can only imagine it’s like serving behind the bar, you’re only allowed once you’re of age?” He knew he’d shared something about the vagaries of pub rules with her before now.
“Bon appetit,” he said with a little nod as he settled back into his own seat. He dug into his own salad, remembering not to shovel his food in since he was neither in a rush nor wanting to turn her off. He was pleased with how it had turned out, plus he had some left that he could use for another meal since the ingredients made rather more than was needed for starters for two.
His first reaction was the one she had been worried about. It was always a bit of a shock and she didn’t quite disclose the information to anyone except her close friends. She searched his face hoping he wasn’t thinking anything too suggestive. “Yeah.” She forced out a laugh, uncomfortably with her own vulnerability. “In the stock room when I was growing up. She didn’t quite let me out in the retail shop until my fifth year or so.”
She looked down at her salad and tried to push the idea out of her mind. Her idea of where they were going made her think it would be okay. It would be, right?
“The salad is delicious.” She gave him a quiet smile.
Over the years of interviewing people both over the phone and in person he’d got quite good at reading body language and tones of voice, and he could hear something off in Cassandra’s reply. He sorted through his thoughts, wanting to allay any uncertainty or discomfort she might be feeling without making it all about him. “Cass, hey,” he said, making sure to look her in the eye, reaching his hand out. “It was a bit of a shock, but it’s a shop. It sells things people want that people should probably be a bit more comfortable talking about than most of us are.” He smiled softly in his earnestness. “I think I’ll still be processing for a while though,” he added ruefully.
He gave a little huff of relief when she praised the salad. “It was easy enough, but I’ve never actually done it before,” he said. “But it seemed like it wouldn’t be too much with the main I chose.” He had had a bit of a debate about whether or not to include the olives, since he wasn’t always a fan himself, but the recipe he’d found had been both traditional and insistent so he had kept them in.
“Okay.” She’d never been good at keeping her feelings bottled up. Her mom had tried to teach her, but she had too much of Eddie in her. She never thought of it as a bad thing. Her father was romantic and over the top in the best ways.
“Let me know if you have any questions?” There wasn’t much to her job there once she had come of age. Light flirting and some emphatic sales pitches to drive sales. It was just like any retail job, just with a more discreet clientele. She poured herself another glass of wine.
Finished with her salad she watched Demo disappear into the kitchen. She knew when he opened the oven as the smell of their main course wafted through the air. “Mmm. You know for someone with French heritage it sure does translate more Mediterranean.” The smokey and almost sweet aroma danced around her nose as she forgot her earlier insecurity. Demo was still the most thoughtful and honest person she’d ever met.
“Thank you for everything.” Standing up she hugged him tightly as he balanced two plates in his hands.
Going through to switch courses was an easy way to break up the mildly uncomfortable feeling lingering in the room. He took a few moments to put things ready for easy washing before pulling the next round of food out and plating it. “Ah but there’s a secret to that, too many influences and this is far easier than it looks,” he called back. “Hang on.” He could explain it better when he wasn’t having to raise his voice.
He was surprised by the hug that she gave him, but delighted at the same time, he pressed a kiss to her temple since he didn’t want to get food down her clothes by moving his arms. “You’re welcome,” he said, not sure he deserved thanks and sounding slightly bemused. As she let go he set down her plate. Like his it was full of a chicken breast stuffed with a spinach and cream cheese and a selection of honey roasted root vegetables.
“My French ancestry doesn’t come into my cooking much. Pre-teen boys mostly aren’t much for cooking and I lost the closest influence after that. I still like yoghurt as a snack and would absolutely dump a load of sugar in the plain stuff given the chance, and some things are delicious, but a lot of them are a lot less forgiving than this. Otherwise I’ve got dads in permanent conflict about the levels of spice everything should have. Still. I can totally make you authentic jerk chicken sometime, or potato farls. But only Papa is actually a good cook and baker. Da just gets along and convinces the chef at the pub to make things for him,” he explained. He cut one of his parsnips and was pleased to find it had an outside crunch and chew but the internal structure was basically gone. They might sometimes look a touch less appetising that way but he always thought they tasted better.
The chicken was so moist and tangy, she didn’t quite realize she’d finished her plate. “It’s delicious.” She said, swallowing her last bite. He’d only seen her while they were out at a restaurant and she hoped her table manners weren’t too impolite. “Dad always taught me that a quiet table was the best compliment to the chef.” She smiled.
The food had felt like anticipation, at least to him. Even though the main course had mostly been quiet he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes away from her for long. She was clearly enjoying the food, as was he, and he was pleased about that.
At some point he had kicked off his shoes under the table and inched his legs carefully forwards to brush against hers, reminding her of his presence physically too. Trying not to be too pushy, but tantalising with the occasional brush of legs. “I enjoy the compliment then,” he said and smiled back. He didn’t want to stop looking at her, but he should probably clear the dishes.
“Shall we pause before dessert?” he asked. “And do I need to do anything in particular to it?” He stretched casually, his shirt coming up to show a tiny hint of stomach where it wasn’t buttoned all the way to the bottom.
Feeling his feet against her legs made her preen. She watched as he cleared the plates. He obviously had ideas of where he wanted the night to go. “Oh, they’re set. They can last as long as we need them to.” She wrapped her arms around him again and kissed him lightly on the neck. “You don’t mind if we eat them later, right?” She twirled his hair in one hand.
He almost shuddered when her lips met his neck and couldn’t quite put into words the feeling of what she implied.
He wrapped his arms around her, sliding a hand up her side from her waist. “Mmm, later is good,” he affirmed, before fitting his mouth to hers, pouring in the hunger he felt that had nothing to do with any need for food.
Cass pushed hard back against his lips. She’d never felt so small in his arms. She let her hand run up the back of his neck and into his hair. “Good. Which one is yours?” She gestured to the bedroom doors. Her hands kneaded at his shirt.
He grinned widely at her question. “Part of me wants to do something impressive and carry you, but I feel like that’s only going to end up with one or both of us on our arses,” he said with a laugh. Instead he grabbed one of her hands to lead her across the living room. “This way,” he said, heading towards his door.
“I may have been hopeful,” he said, when he revealed an incredibly neat room with clean, fresh sheets. He stepped right up to her side and just behind her sweeping her hair aside to press kisses along her shoulders and neck.
She giggled, “Probably for the best.” Part of her wanted him to toss around in his arms, but they could save that for the bedroom. His room was immaculate and much cleaner than hers back at the house where the errant potions textbook and binders ended strewn across her bureau and nightstand. “I should be offended by the assumption.” She smiled, kissing him on the cheek, “But I was hoping for the same. And I’m impressed.”
Intertwining her hands in his she backed up to the bed and sat. Pulling him down to her she wrapped her arms around his shoulders beckoning him to join her.
He followed her eagerly. “I think I’ve had this dream a few times,” he admitted. “You’ve been on my mind.”
Curling in next to her he traced gentle fingers up her sides, trying to be firm enough not to tickle, but to entice. One came to cup her head as he came in for another kiss, the other cupping her breast, his thumb sweeping across to find her nipple.
Dream? A few times? She keened at the thought. “I’ve been thinking about you too.” Her hand traced down his arm. “Since climbing I’ve been wanting to know what it’s like to be in your arms. Here.”
She pulled his hand away and kissed it before lifting her shirt over her head. “That should be better.” She kissed his hand again, tracing his fingers and palm. “I love your hands.” She kissed his fingers again before sliding them down to her chest. “Please?”
“That climbing outfit of yours was hell on my clingy shorts right up until I was worried you were going to fall off the wall,” he murmured. “But it showed up in my dreams. I’ve been having a lot of dreams about you, not being able to find actual time together has been torture,” he said, peppering random kisses across her jaw and neck.
He felt himself twitch in his trousers as she stripped off her top, but he watched with fascination as she kissed his fingers and kept looking her in the eyes. “Beautiful,” he said with a smile. But he let himself explore, running her hands up and down her body, trying to find the sensitive points, desperate to peel off the rest of her clothes as his mouth tasted all the exposed skin.
As he used one hand to cup her breast through her bra the other ran up her thigh, thumb stroking idly against her inner thigh. “I’d love to touch you everywhere, with my hands and my mouth and my tongue,” he breathed against her mouth, lips barely brushing against hers, “Would you like that?”
“I didn’t think you’d react like that and in a public place.” She teased. She liked knowing she had that effect on him. “Did you touch yourself when you got home?” It was an irrelevant question, but it was a confidence boost for her. To know he needed her like that.
“Yes.” She found herself moving into his hand. Exploring each other and giving into their desires. “You can touch me everywhere.” She wanted him to tease her, to bring her to the edge in every way possible.
She found her hands tugging at the hem of his shirt, “Your shirt.” She whined. “It’s only fair.” Her hand brushed against the waistband of his trousers.
“Did you get the mistaken impression I’m always a super good guy and pure guy all the time?” he teased as his hand grasped at her waist and his lips started a torturously slow descent of her shoulders and chest. “Because I’ve definitely been touching myself and thinking of you.” He interspersed his words between kisses, luxuriating in the feeling of her soft skin beneath his mouth. “Wishing it was you.”
He grinned and pulled back enough to undo a couple of buttons so he could pull his shirt over his head and toss it out of sight. “Mm, you want me to go ahead?” he asked as he felt her hand at his waistband. He wasn’t uncomfortably hard yet, but he had no problem getting rid of another item of clothing.
“Maybe a little?” She answered honestly. “I may have covered up more than usual because of it.” She felt herself blushing. It was silly considering she was sitting on his bed with her shirt off.
“Good.” His confession brought her back into the moment. “If I’m not here at least you can get some release. I’ve been thinking about you too.” She never felt more constricted by her own clothes.
She glanced down his belt and unlooped his belt. “I got you started.” She smiled wide waiting for his next move.
“Okay maybe I am a bit,” he admitted, giving her a little grin looking up from her chest. “But I have my moments. No need to cover up on my account. He pushed one bra strap from her shoulder and kissed the mark underneath. The confession that she had been thinking about him too drew a little sound from him.
He looked down at his missing belt and smiled, standing back up to help the transition. He was admittedly not one with the best moves but he swayed a little as he undid his button and zip. The pushing down of his trousers was pretty unceremonious though, other than making sure he didn’t injure himself. He shuffled off his socks too and kicked the whole pile out of the way slightly. His erection was tenting obviously at the front of his boxer-briefs, but he wasn’t feeling too vulnerable. Just a little, but he trusted Cassandra.
He stepped back in front of her and used the height advantage to guide her into a searing kiss, gently pressing back to suggest she lie back on the bed.
Cassandra smiled at his sensual attempt at striptease. It was a goofy side of him she hadn’t quite seen yet and she wanted him to know that it was appreciated. She let out a gasp when his arm wrapped around her lifting her further back on the bed. She knew he was muscular from their date, but to have it tensed up against her, directing her further into his embrace was intoxicating.
She did as he directed. Bringing a hand down to her waist he undid the button on her jeans and motioned to him that she wanted them off.
For a few seconds Demo was transfixed by the sight of Cassandra laid out on his bed as he looked down at her, a soft smile on his face. “Redirect or stop me any time you like, but I’m planning to tease a bit,” he said as he lay next to her on the bed. His hands spanned her ribs and ran them up her torso, coming to cup and squeeze her breasts.
He pressed his lips together at her unspoken suggestion and smirked. He’d get there in a minute. Instead he bent over and began to kiss down her chest, pausing to lick and nip at various bits of tempting skin. Sometimes he seemed to carve a path straight downwards, but from time to time he’d veer off and kiss her inner elbow, or run hands up and down her arms. Slowly, but surely he made his way down to the slight hollow her stomach made lying down. He ran his tongue along the line of the top of her jeans and looked up at her face as he brought one hand up the inside of her thigh, pausing tantalisingly close to her centre. “You want them off, right?” he murmured.
“Tease all you want.” It was ecstasy, all of it. Her back arched at his hands teasing her breast as every bit of her tensed. Had he done this before? She thought. She’d known some guys that were incredible to look at but their idea of intimacy was a quick fuck and some dirty words. She’d forgotten what it was like to be teased. The anticipation of it all.
She wanted her pants off so badly. As Demo moved down her bare stomach she let her hand push at the top of her jeans. She wasn’t in a rush, but with his mouth so close to her centre all she could think about is what he could do once he had all of her.
“Please?” She’d still wait patiently, of course, but answering his question heightened the moment.
As much as Demo was absolutely playing on his want to touch all of her skin and explore all the areas new open to him he was also trying to learn what did and didn’t feel good to her. There was no guarantee he would remember them all, but he wanted her to feel good. And the fact she was reacting well was thrilling. When she reacted well he concentrated areas for a little while, while swiftly moving on if she seemed uncomfortable or ticklish.
He grinned when she responded, and couldn’t help but pop up and kiss her on the lips briefly. Then he shuffled back to his feet and took hold of the top of her jeans and peeled them carefully off, taking care to leave her underwear in place. He desperately wanted to bury his face right into her, but he was enjoying teasing, and as he held out her jeans and dropped them to one side he bent down and grasped one of her legs, placing a kiss on her ankle. He looked up, watching her as he slowly moved his way back up her body. He was standing but eased to his knees relatively quickly.
“Finally.” She moved in rhythm as Demo pulled her pants off, dropping them to the floor. Though when he kissed her ankle she gave him an uneasy smile. It wasn’t anything against him. He’d been hitting everything she could imagine, but feet. She didn’t kinkshame. Different strokes. But feet just weren’t sexy to her.
She wanted him kissing closer. Her thighs. She brushed her hand down to his. “Just your fingertips.” Placing his hand on her thigh. It was the touch that would make her squirm. The anticipation. She wanted to feel that. The thought that it could happen but not yet.
“Slowly, please.” She wanted him to feel in control, but she didn’t see the harm in a bit of direction.
“Not a foot thing,” he murmured potentially more quietly than she’d hear when he spotted the tail end of her discomfort. By then he was kissing her shin. He had lost a little bit of his patience and there was only so interesting the lower half of her legs could be when he wanted to be elsewhere.
He smiled at the request and nodded. “I can do that,” he said. He could feel her anticipation and he ever so gently ran one finger from just above her knee up the inside of her thigh, but only halfway. He drew a few random patterns winding up her thighs with various different fingers and combinations of fingers. Mostly each pass moved a little closer to where he was sure she wanted them, but sometimes they dropped back.
The closer he got the more his breathing increased, eventually setting his fingers gently on her upper thighs and brushing his thumbs over the inner thighs where he’d found others were so sensitive. Would she squirm? Would she pull him closer? Would she be demanding? She was no shrinking violet for sure and he wanted to make her fall apart. “Tell me more?” he asked.
She noticed the uptick in his breathing and grinned. “What did you want to know?” She didn’t want to give away everything. Every bit of sensation that drove her wild. What she’d done in her room by herself picturing this exact moment.
She tsked, “I think I like it better when you’re exploring.” She lengthened her last word. A small game of cat and mouse wouldn’t sour the mood. He began so willingly and they were in agreement, They both wanted this and didn’t care how long it was.
Now that she knew he was all in, she wondered who would give in first. “I want you to live out your fantasy. Show me what you did in your dream.”
She could feel herself getting closer. His hand was so close to her center. Would he feel how needy she was for him? She needed the friction, even if it was the feeling of pressure over the top of her cotton panties.
“Mostly how much you want me to touch you and where,” he said with a wicked little smirk. He placed a gentle kiss to her thigh, just the barest brush of lips.
When she encouraged him to explore more he smiled, when she suggested he play out his dream he groaned aloud. “But which one?” he breathed into her skin. He gently encouraged her thighs wider apart and tipped his fingers over occasionally as he continued to explore, the blunt pressure of nails increasing the sensation slightly. He slid himself into position so he could feel her heat surrounding him. Mostly he used his hands, but sometimes he bent over and kissed or licked at the skin just to change the sensations.
He wasn’t able to stop himself for long though, and he lent in a little further, blowing cool breath over her underwear, hoping she’d squirm, or demand more. Encourage him to get closer maybe. Put his mouth to another use.
“Which one?” She cooed. “How long have you been having fantasies?” She let out a small whimper as he continued exploring her. Her eyes tracked him as he moved up and down her legs. He’s in the right direction. She thought. Widening her legs at his touch she shuddered.
“Teasing me more?” Her voice was small and needy. Demo always seemed so controlled, she wanted to see what he was like when he let that control go. She’d had enough of his worship. Now she wanted him to take a more active role. “Maybe, something less excruciating.” She laid a hand in his hair, stroking it. Approving of his current position.
“Mmm, a while,” he hummed, reminded of his need. It hadn’t been quite since their climbing date, although that outfit had been as enticing as he’d told her.
She’d said she wanted it, but apparently now she wanted more. He was more than happy to take the hint, especially with her hand in his hair. He forewent words and ran one finger gently along the edge of her underwear, first the right side and then the left. He could feel the heat radiating off her, the need in the little hitches of her breath and her body and he groaned. Then he ran a finger right between her legs over her covered centre. Just lightly enough to be a tease and not put pressure in any of the right places. This was excruciating for him too, but oh how he wanted to please her.
Is he serious? She thought, feeling his fingers frame the edges of her center. His messages before the night had been so needy, but his actions told her he wanted to take his time. His touch still felt pleasurable but the longer he took the less her head was in it.
She let out a nervous gasp at his continuous teasing. I need to do something. He swiped at her again and she arched her back. Exaggerating the movement she slid her hands slowly down her body and hooked her fingers underneath the waistband of her panties pulling them down to reveal what she thought was his endgame.
“Maybe a little help?” She asked, annoyed. He was right there and a first time wasn’t exactly a time to peel them off right in his face.
“That’s better.” She slid up on the bed, almost sitting, and curled her fingers over his shoulders beckoning him to follow her. “I think we’re past clothes at this point.” She tried her best to push down at his boxer with the edge of her foot. He wouldn’t need them anymore.
Demo pressed his lips together as she got distinctly irritated at him. He tried, and probably somewhat failed, to look contrite. He ducked his head back and helped her pull off her underwear and get it out of the way, but he was chuckling slightly. “Sorry, bit carried away,” he said, actually meaning it.
In more of an apology he wriggled his boxers down and lifted himself back onto the bed, crawling up towards her. “Do you want my mouth and hands, or my dick right now?” he asked. He had a preference for sure, but was equally open to either option.
Just then the instinct of repetitive lectures flashed through his head and he suddenly had to ask. “Do you need a potion and/or me to wear a condom?” Might not be the sexiest way to go about it, but he thought it was probably better to be direct.
She hated that she had snapped at him. The sensual mood seemed to have vanished from the room as his tone turned more formal. “We can pick up where we left off.” She said sweetly, cupping his shoulder in his hands. She wasn’t irritated with him, just the progress. It felt slow and that was nice for teasing and foreplay but she’d been hoping for a crescendo, a type of build up that they came to together.
His next question was a little bit more important. She knew it, and her mother had made sure to bore the information into Cass’s head. “I know a few contraceptive charms for after and I have a dose of potion in my purse for after. She unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor, surprised at his first move that it wasn’t the first thing to go. She never truly pressured her partners to wear muggle condoms. They were effective, but she had a fear that they weren’t as effective as the magical alternative. “I’ll leave the condom up to you. I should have us covered with the charms and potions.
The break in tension was in a way somewhat welcome because he’d been winding towards a place of being unable to keep up what he’d been promising due to sheer tension. He smiled down at her from where he’d been kneeling up above her and bent over to press a lush kiss to her mouth. “That’s good for me,” he murmured.
“I have a bit of everything too,” he said. “But I trust you to know what you’re doing.” He smiled again and traced a finger down her nose before kissing her again and launching on an abbreviated version of his previous teasing. It was far quicker, mostly kissing quickly down the centre of her body, with a quick detour to lavish attention on her newly exposed nipples. But he wanted to give up on the teasing for the most part and he quickly moved to just above her centre. With a wicked little grin he dodged off to the side and scratched lightly at one thigh, soothing it with a kiss, repeating to the other side before shifting his weight and applying himself to her centre, licking the top to her entrance with purpose.He looked up at her and licked his lips briefly before diving back in.
A sharp intake of air as his lips met hers. It was what she wanted since he’d started over her entire body. The small nips at her breasts as he moved back down her body and settled over her center. “Finally.” She gasped, finding herself bucking her hips as he continued. The ecstasy was intoxicating. She found herself reaching a hand into his long hair as the other found its way toward her hardening nipples.
“Don’t stop.” She cried, pinching hard. She’d been close, but she could feel it as his licks quickened she might find the crescendo she’d been searching for. A quick moan and a shudder as she melted back into the soft embrace of the bed. Small moans continued to escape her lips and she came down from her climax.
“Come here.” She demanded lifting his chin. “All the way.” He’d been tenting before they started, but she needed him. Feel him before he entered her. She wrapped her hand around him and gestured for him to lay down following a similar path he had before kissing at his head. She felt him twitch as she brought him into her mouth, a hand on her center as she continued.
He applied himself to her with both enthusiasm and a total lack of teasing, aiming to find what she liked best as quickly as possible. When her hand gripped into his hair he figured he had found it and repeated the motion with a groan at the feel of the pull to his hair. He couldn’t look at her during her orgasm, but he could feel it flow over him and he hitched his hips against the bed a couple of times.
As she relaxed back he absently wiped his face with the back of his hand. He crawled up beside her as she demanded it and grinned at her, trying not to look smug. The smugness wiped away quickly when she started a similar teasing path that he’d taken. He groaned and tried not to thrust up into her mouth.
He quickly found himself lost in the heat and slide of her mouth and all of the sounds he made were fairly incoherent. He’d been ignoring his own arousal for long enough that it had come rushing back at full force now he was the centre of attention, and it was pushing him higher by the second. He tapped her shoulder and gently far quicker than he’d have liked. “Not gonna last,” he gasped out when she looked up at him.
He’d held such restraint so far. Methodically paying attention to every part of her. Perhaps he was just as impatient, just better at hiding it. She liked that. That she could break his stoicism. Cause him to let go. Gods, did he know what he was doing when he let go of the control.
“Not yet.” She pulled up at his words. His head was still twitching in her hands as she climbed on top of him guiding him into her center. That feeling, the one she had waited for all night. To be filled so completely by him. To feel him struggle inside to acquiesce to her words as she tightened around him.
She brought his head up to her breast as she clamoured for his hands. She wanted them on her anywhere, everywhere as she pumped him. Feeling a sharp twist at her nipple she let out a sharp moan and rocked into him, needing him deeper. A hand came around squeezing her ass. She brought her hand down on top of it. “Harder.” Her words were short and pitchy, “Please, Demo.” She’d just come, but felt the rise again. She wanted him to. He needed to come with her. “With me.” She begged.
He hadn’t quite expected this to play out in such a similar way to his previous dream, but it was becoming overwhelming as she lifted her mouth off him. Fuck she looked good like that. He hoped she liked how he looked between her legs too.
When she straddled him he tried to prepare himself, but there was little he could do apparently and a groan punched itself out of what felt like his stomach as she seated herself. He was glad she directed his flailing hands that wanted to grab onto something, especially as she clenched down on him. She definitely seemed to like her nipples pinched and he made sure to do that a few times.
He grabbed her arse to try and help her drive herself as she wanted, but she said she needed more and he shuffled his feet underneath him enough to buck his hips up into her better. He abandoned her arse and brought his thumb to her clit as she began begging, his other hand still pinching her nipples. It wasn’t exactly coordinated because he was barely holding himself off from coming. He hadn’t let out a proper word since she’d sat in his lap, but he nodded frantically at her as his thrusts lost all coherence and he came hard, hoping she’d follow him over the edge.
As he came down, breathing hard, he helped her to slide off to the side before pulling her into a long kiss, his hands running idly across her body. “Gorgeous,” he murmured. And then a thought occurred to him. “What do you say to a quick clean up and dessert in bed?” he suggested.