Who: Molly and Gabe When: 14 November, after Quidditch Where: Slytherin boys’ dorm What: Comforting each other post-game Rating/Warnings: Smut Status: Closed/Complete
Molly felt keenly the situation at hand. The loss of the game coupled with the questionable situation of one of her chasers had her on edge, and she was occasionally twitching around on the seat she had selected in the corner of the room. Glares kept most of her peers away, and the rest were held at bay by the fact that she had something of a temper on the best of days and they didn't want to be on the sharp end of that.
Gabe was around though. He had to be somewhere, right? That would be a way to calm down if he was up for it- and he usually was. Her blue eyes moved over the groups of people and finally settled on him, one eyebrow raising slightly and one hand moving to invite him to join her.
Gabe had scrawled a few reassurances to Narissa but mostly he was working his way through his flask. In the defeat, the Slytherin Common was quiet. A party for one was still a party. Or apparently a party for two, Gabe thought when he caught Molly's eyes. He held his flask and shrugged. It was perhaps an invitation to join him, if she was so inclined, or just an acknowledgement he saw her, and a reassurance to his captain that he was fine.
Molly rose to her feet and wandered over to Gabe, offering a faint smile. “Sharing?” Because he had a flask and she didn't at this point, though she could go to her room if she really wanted to get her own alcohol. Being with someone would be more fun than being alone, and being with Gabe was always nice.
So she was ready to be social. Gabe… could be social, he supposed. "If you want some," Gabe held the flask to her. It was far from full, but charms ensured it held more than it looked like it held. Magic was good for things like this.
Molly took a gulp from it and handed it back to him, her long body folding into a chair nearby. She wasn't feeling social per se, but the last few times she'd tried to suggest messing around or more she had gotten all mixed up and done it wrong, so she figured she could just leave it to him and hope he was still interested.
Gabe watched as she settled into the nearby chair. Not close enough to pass the flask if she wanted more. Conversation then? "Probably lousy conversation," he warned, in case it was not obvious because of the alcohol.
Molly shrugged slightly. “Wasn't really looking for conversation.” If she had wanted that she had a few people she could go to. Right now she wanted to forget about the game and not be entirely alone. Had her mentor not been removed she would be hiding in his room. As it was though she just had to figure out what to do here.
Gabe nodded at her reply. Good then. That was just as well. If she was planning to keep pulling from his flask though, she wasn't close enough. Not his problem. She could ask for the flask if she wanted it, or come closer. He took another pull.
Molly absently pulled one leg up under her, shifting a bit to get more comfortable. What was she supposed to say? She knew she wanted him to distract her and she was pretty sure he would take the distraction as well, given the drinking. She reached again for the flask, though only when he was done- her arms were long enough to reach if he moved just a little, and when he did she took another drink as well.
Gabe passed back, although he had to reach. Annoying. It would've been better if she was closer. There wasn't really a closer chair though. Gabe was too drunk to worry about it, and becoming drunker. The flask was going to empty faster with both of them.
Molly passed the flask back again, looking thoughtful. It wasn't that full and she figured getting more might be wise. They both had bottles in their rooms, she was sure, and she glanced over at him. “Want me to refill that for you?” Because it was what she could do at this point.
"You finished it already?" Gabe teased, shaking the flask. Not quite, but it would be soon enough. He was far enough gone he wasn't going to be able to refill the flask even with magic. And while he could get away with getting obviously drunk in the middle of the common off a flask, it was a lot harder to overlook it should he start drinking out of the bottle itself.
“Close enough. From yours or mine?” Because she could easily down the last of what was in there and replace it with the rum she still had up in her room, or go to his for whatever he had there. She rose, plucking the flask from his hand- fingers perhaps lingering a second too long, but it had been awhile since they'd touched and just because she didn't know how to ask for it, that didn't mean she didn't want to touch him- or be touched by him.
"I"m past refilling that," Gabe admitted casually. It had been basically full when he started. "Probably past getting back here from my room," he admitted. His black eyes flicked to hers to see her reaction.
Molly raised an eyebrow. “I can go and fill it. Or we don't have to come back after.” A tiny smirk curved the corners of her lips. She wasn't drunk just yet obviously but she would gladly get there. Her eyes remained on his for a moment, though she unfocused herself slightly so that she did not invade his mental space.
Gabe got up from his chair, pausing a fraction of a second in order to make sure he was standing, and was going to remain standing. He headed towards his room, expecting Molly would either follow, or not.
Molly did follow, partially to ensure that he did remain standing all the way to his room and partially… Why? She didn't know. There was something about him, always had been, and while she had been busy mooning over Harry, a part of her had slowly formed an attachment- one that she could not understand or even acknowledge- to Gabe.
Gabe fished one of the bottles out of his trunk, passing it to her and moving to sit on his bed. Gabe didn't mind drinking with her… enjoyed hanging out with her, if he was honest. He didn't think beyond that, but in this moment, he was glad she was here.
Molly carefully refilled the flask and seated herself on the bed by his side, taking another sip before handing it to him and settling the bottle on the ground by their feet. Being nearby was nice. Not being alone after that train wreck of a game was nice. She hated the disappointment of a loss and she didn't want to be around the people who would blame it on her.
Gabe let the touch linger as they passed the flask. She was here for a reason right? He could ask. Or he could drink a little more. It was an easy way to distract from the game - from everything.
Molly noticed the touch, wondering if it had happened simply because he was drunk or because he wanted her too. There were easy ways to find out, sure, but she shied away from that. Her eyes met his but instead of her mind brushing against his, she traced fingers down his cheek, focusing on his reaction.
A little messing around would be a nice distraction. If she was interested. She was touching him. He leaned in to kiss her mouth, slow enough that she could pull back or push him away, given that her hand was on his face.
She did neither, yielding, then responding to the kiss. Her body shifted closer, focusing on the taste of him, the feel of his body. Sure, there had been others she'd messed around with in the past, but he was unique. They did well together honestly, knowing how to arouse and learning each other. Maybe they could do more, she considered as her hand traced to the edge of his shirt, teasing.
Gabe wasn't thinking about what they might do. He was good at living in the moment. At the moment they were kissing, his tongue exploring her mouth, and letting her explore his in return. It felt good, kissing her. Better than the game. It was time to focus on other things.
Yes. Kissing was much better than the game, and she moved her body so she could straddle him- it was easier this way than being side by side on the bed. Her fingers moved to twine into his hair, her tongue teasing at his as she tugged, lightly, adjusting him so they both would be more comfortable.
Gabe was quick to reposition to that they were comfortable and had easy access to each other as they kissed. And touching too, started. Gently but teasing or promising more. Kissing always quickly led to more when he was with her, although the alcohol was likely helping too, making sure he didn't think too much.
Molly’s lips moved from his to his neck, teeth nipping lightly. It was fun, playing with him, and she tended to find herself wanting more- something she didn't question. She accepted it. Gabe was easy to be with in many ways and she enjoyed being around him, distracting him and letting him distract her.
Gabe grinned a little at the teeth and retaliated by unsnapping her bra through her shirt. It was perhaps accelerating things quickly, but they were not unfamiliar with each other and what the other liked after all. And Gabe did not seem alone in desiring some kind of relief after their game.
Molly smirked faintly at the action, rolling her hips slightly against him. Her hands tugged more firmly at his hair, pulling back from his neck for a moment to push him back onto the bed. She followed, of course, pulling her shirt over her head before she did to bare herself to him. It was a way to proposition him, yes.
Coming up here was enough to act as a proposition. It had been a couple weeks since they had messed around, but they had been doing so for a couple months at this point on a semi-regular basis. He liked the way her hips moved… and was easy to guide back onto the bed. It was more or less where he wanted to be. At least so long as he could touch her naked skin.
She slid her hands up his shirt, pushing it up to bare some of his skin too. She wanted to touch him, wanted to feel something other than the strain at the day and how it had gone. This was one way around it for sure. She bent to his stomach, nipping playfully at the skin there now and glancing up, checking to see his reaction now.
His eyes were always dark, but there was a flash of a grin at her mouth. He helped too by shifting to make it easier to remove his shirt. Removing clothes was good. He was a fan of it, really, wanting to be able to touch and be touched.
She pushed his shirt further out of the way, finally pulling it over his head with his help. Her fingers trailed over his chest and down again, the lust already in her eyes blazing more clearly as she followed again with her mouth.
Gabe was letting her have her way with his body, but touched her as well, finding skin, piercings, anything that might stimulate her in turn. It was always mutual pleasure he sought to bring about. Shared experiences, shared moments.
Molly had no issue at all with sharing, and she traced along the waistband of his pants yet, her eyes moving to his face. Did he want more? She knew she did, from the dampness, the sheer emptiness she was feeling between her legs. She wanted him, and the touching and teasing were just increasing that.
Gabe nodded as she played with his waistband. He shifted his touch to reach between them, touching her through her pants and encouraging her to move closer. And just encouraging them to get closer. He was up for whatever she wanted him to do to get herself off, or to get him off.
Molly smiled at the acknowledgement and began to undo his pants, pulling them and his shorts out of the way. What did she want? Well. Everything. She pushed down her own pants and panties as well, figuring that having all of their clothes out of the way would be the most productive thing, and her fingers traced lines and circles along his upper thighs, moving closer to his erection each time.
Gabe helped guide her clothing from her hips, and down her leg to get them off of her entirely. He shifted his hips to help with getting his pants out of the way also. And although she was only teasing near his erection, he didn't hesitate to seek out her pleasure points. "What do you want to do?" He asked softly, wanting always to make sure she was comfortable with what they were doing and got what she wanted out of the interaction.
Molly trailed her fingers closer and closer to his erection, finally brushing it lightly and trailing over it before she looked up to meet his eyes. “I want you.” A basic statement, to be sure, but she was firm and secure in that point. She wanted to be with him and consequences or lack thereof could be dealt with later. She wanted him inside her, moving with her and bringing pleasure to the both of them.
"You have me," Gabe was easy in many ways. He wasn't at the moment thinking about anything other than this hook-up. The significance of her words and what she wanted wasn't something he was thinking about. He was thinking about her body, her hand teasing him, and the feel of her own intimate areas beneath his fingers. There was some kind of significance to the look in her eyes. "Or do you mean my head?"
Molly kept her eyes on his for a moment more before she slid her body so she was again straddling his lap. “I want you.” Hoping that it would make it clear exactly what she wanted by her positioning and the way she moved against him now. She wanted more than what they'd done before and she was uncertain if he wanted the same.
There was obviously a significance, and even drunk and horny, Gabe knew that. After a pause the memory - virgin - struck him. "It's not good the first time." He didn't want her to have some unrealistic expectation of any of this.
She had heard that before and was not unreasonably worried. If it wasn't good the first time it would teach her what to do later at least. “Do you want me?” Her voice was - for just a second- unsure. She didn't know what she was doing entirely and so she worried that she would do it wrong, or that he didn't want her to at all.
Gabe flipped her to the bed beside him. "I don't want to hurt you." He argued, his fingers working against her. He wanted to hear her reactions, wanted to make sure she felt good.
“You won't. I trust you.” And even if it did hurt a little, she would manage it. She wanted this, and her hips moved into his touch, a moan escaping her lips. “I want you, Gabe.” Her words were gasped but no less secure than the previous time she had said it.
Gabe held her down a little, continuing to touch her. He'd get her off and see what she wanted after that. If she didn't decide she was satisfied. If they did shag after that… at least she would have gotten off.
Molly continued to writhe against him, her eyes fluttering closed as she moved. “Yes…” Because his touch was good. It felt right having him stroking her body, his fingers toying with her various piercings and causing heat to build in her until she could feel nothing else but him.
Gabe kissed her body too, neck, ear, shoulder - and perhaps there was a bit of teeth and he tried to make sure she got lost in the pleasurable feelings - and was overwhelmed by them. He wanted her to feel good.
The moans only increased at the touch of his teeth and she whimpered softly, her body shuddering as he pushed her finally over the edge. “Gabe!” She choked out, her fingers grasping for him as her hips continued to move against his hand.
He smiled into her skin, glad to have succeed. "Yes, Molly?" He teased a little glad at least she had some distraction from the day and the mess that it was. Her sounds though hadn't actually helped his own situation, ensuring he stayed excited.
“More, Gabe…” Her hands moved to stroke along his body, hips still rolling slightly. She wanted him still. She wanted to feel him inside her, their bodies moving against each other. She was aware that it might hurt, but part of her - maybe a big part- didn't mind. Pain could be just as fun sometimes.
"Greedy." The thought skittered across his mind fleetingly if she'd been broken or not. "How do you know there is anything more?" Of course he was just causing himself more discomfort teasing her. He wasn't immune to her beauty, and he wasn't sober. There was less space between their hips than before.
“Please…” Molly’s eyes, still slightly unfocused, moved to his. She wanted more. Him. She knew that much. Everything else could fade for now- thoughts of what if afterward, all of that. It didn't matter. What mattered was his pleasure and their bodies being together, and she shifted, getting closer still to him.
Gabe brushed her opening with the tip of his erection. As much as it was causing him physical discomfort, he'd give her time to know what she was getting into. He might not be as big as he'd seen (and sucked off), he wasn't really small either. Not that there was much sense of what something would feel like inside you from looking at it or touching it.
Molly rolled her hips up slightly toward him, wanting him to push into her body. “Gabe… Want you…” Because she did. She wanted him inside her, and she wanted him to feel pleasure. She knew he was trying to be gentle, but she didn't want gentle. She wanted rough and a little painful and exciting.
Gabe pressed into her slowly. It was as careful as he could be, but it was also his favorite part. That feeling of entering her body and being surrounded and enclosed… He paused when he was inside her, trying to let her adjust to it… and trying to clamp down on his own impatience.
A soft moan escaped her at the feeling of him inside her body, hard, filling her entirely. It was strange, yes, and a little painful to be stretched in this way, but not in a bad way. She wanted this, him, and she arched her hips into him slightly, trying to get him to start moving with her.
He did, although not because she was pushing at him, but because he couldn't keep still. He might have gotten her off, but he was still waiting for release. He couldn't not move in her now that he was there. He tried to stay controlled, but he was too drunk to be completely controlled now that they were doing this.
Molly was fine with not controlled. She moved with him, her hands gripping his back and nails digging into his skin. She wanted this, yes, and she could feel her body responding to him, moving against him in a rhythm- even though she didn't know what she was doing, it seemed her body somehow did.
There wasn't much art to this. It was bodies moving together. It was sweaty and dirty and wet. It was breathless kisses and panted breaths. It was being as close as possible for a moment and feeling someone else intimately. And since most girls didn't get off on penetration alone, he tried to add a little more stimulation to her, first seeking out her piercings above the waist, and then the one below, trying to make sure he was rubbing against it as he moved into her.
That helped, yes- the slight twinge of the metal rubbing against her body increased the sensation and caused more pleasure to start swelling in her again. It was good, his body against hers, and she arched more firmly into him, moans passing her lips with nearly every breath now.
It had helped slow him down a little… but that wasn't enough. It felt good. Too good. And she sounded good. Gabe murmured, "Coming… Merlin…" It was too late to not. Gabe thrust into her hard, and then it was over… he pulled her close as he came.
Molly growled softly against his neck as he pulled her closer, her body writhing against his still. She wasn't getting off from this, no, but it had felt good after the initial discomfort and she could tell he had enjoyed it. She ran her fingers through his hair lightly and drew him in for a kiss, wanting their connection to last just a little longer.
He kissed back, moving to her neck again. He didn't really want to talk yet. Or really at all. Or think. That was worth avoiding too. Kissing certainly seemed like a good way to put all of that off a little longer.
Molly had no problem with being quiet right now. Conversation wasn't in the game plan right now. She sighed softly, happily, as he kissed along her neck. Her eyes closed and she stroked his hair some more, figuring that she would move or leave when he wanted her to, but right now she was comfortable.
Comfortable was good. Gabe was comfortable. Drunk, sated, and Molly at least wasn't slapping him. Or threatening to cut off his bits. He wasn't about to kick her out of the bed yet either. When it was right, if she wanted she could head to her own bed, after he passed out or something.