springsmutfairy (springsmutfairy) wrote in hp_springsmut, @ 2009-03-07 00:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, het, teddy/victoire |
Happy Springsmut, tudorrose1533!
Author: lunalovepotter
Recipient: tudorrose1533
Title: Promises Kept
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Teddy/Victoire
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Teddy and Victoire celebrate a milestone in their relationship.
Warnings: Oral sex, shower sex
Word Count: 3,167
Author's Notes: This is my first foray into the Teddy/Victoire pairing, and I tried to use as many of your prompt ideas as possible. I hope you enjoy it! Thanks to my terrific beta. :)
When she opened her eyes, three things alerted Victoire Weasley to the fact that she was not in her own bed. Her first clue was the smell of fresh baked bread wafting in through the open window from the bakery across the street. The second clue was the snoring coming from behind her. The third, and perhaps most telling clue was the lovely diamond and sapphire promise ring on the third finger of her left hand.
She shifted just a little to hold it up in front of the window so it would catch the sunlight. She angled her wrist right, left, up and down before she brought her hand back close to her face to get a closer look. The sapphire stones were set in the shape of a five-petal flower with little diamonds interspersed between them, and one in the middle. It was perfect.
"Looking at that ring again?" A hand snaked over her waist, cupping her left breast through the satin negligee, while lips ghosted the side of her neck. Teddy's leg curled around hers, and he slipped his foot in between her ankles.
"You know I am," she retorted. "I can't stop looking at it. It's bloody gorgeous." She arched her bum into his blossoming erection, causing him to growl and grab her waist. She shrieked, and he turned her over so that she was straddling him.
"You're bloody gorgeous, Victoire Weasley." Teddy grinned, dark eyes glimmering. His bright blue hair stuck out in all directions.
Victoire rolled her hips, squeezing him with her thighs. "I like the idea that we'll always be together," she said.
Teddy teased the strap of her nightgown until it slipped off her right shoulder. He stroked the creamy white skin with focused concentration, gliding his thumb along the ridge of her collarbone. "So do I. You're really all right with the fact that it isn't an engagement ring?"
"Of course. We're not ready for that yet," she answered definitively.
"Because I will marry you someday." Teddy cradled the back of her neck in his right hand, tilting her forward. He fit his lips into the hollow of her throat. "That's a promise."
Victoire giggled, her lips forming a pout as he floated his fingers across her chest, flicking off the other strap. She wiggled her torso, allowing the top half of her nightgown to drop to her waist. Teddy's mouth fell to her chest, his hands coming down to hold the sides of her breasts. He fondled the ridges around her nipples, teasing the bright pink nubs to hard peaks.
"I'm holding you to that." She combed her fingers through his tousled blue locks. "Although it took you bloody well long enough to notice me in the first place."
"Well that's because you came out of nowhere and stole my heart right from under my nose."
Victoire smirked. "Only one of us is the thief here, and it certainly isn't me. Besides, I would hardly call it coming out of nowhere, considering we've known each other since we were in nappies."
"You were just biding your time, you minx. Now let me see those lovely nappies." Teddy winked, sliding his hands down between her thighs. He lifted the nightgown over her head so that she wore nothing but the matching satin knickers. Victoire rolled her hips along the ridge of his penis bulging from his boxers. When he growled she wantonly tossed her long strawberry blond hair around her face.
"I got these nappies in Paris last summer," she murmured, bending over to kiss him. Her nipples tickled his chest.
"Mm. Well they're fantastic." Teddy looked up at her with a slightly dazed expression.
Victoire tugged at the waistband of his boxers, releasing his erection. She slowly traced her finger along the tip. Then she slipped her hand down along the shaft and followed the ridges until she reached his balls, which she then cupped expertly in her left hand. "This is pretty fantastic," she said. Her voice dropped an octave, an involuntary response to seeing Teddy's goods. She wanted him so much she could scarcely breathe. Her cunt clenched reflexively at the promise of him.
"Do it, love. Put your mouth on me," he urged.
"Remember the rule, now. If I do it for you—" Victoire swallowed, dropping her mouth to within a hair of him. She flicked her tongue along his slit, tasting the tangy saltiness of him. She rolled his balls in her fingers, kneading him like dough. Then she blew lightly on the tip of his penis.
Teddy's eyes rolled back and he thrust his hips up, sliding his penis along her stomach. "You know how I am about rules..."
"Ted Remus Lupin—"
He smirked, licking his lower lip. "Let me finish. You know how I am about rules, but I'll go along with every single one of them for you. As long as it involves sex," he added.
"That's better," she answered. Teddy squirmed out of the boxers. Her heart fluttering, she lowered her mouth onto him. While she continued to massage his balls, she extended her tongue and licked him all the way up from the base to the tip. Teddy groaned appreciatively.
"More, love."
Victoire moved down the other way, this time opening her mouth. She squeezed his penis with her left hand while her right hand held him steady, guiding him in. She circled the shaft with her tongue as she swallowed him, tracing along the veins in small circles. Teddy bucked beneath her wildly, grabbing at the sheets for purchase.
Her clit was burning, so she rolled it along the underside of his balls. A prickly heat washed over her, as though her skin was awash in thousands of tiny needles. She reflexively thrust forward, moaning. Teddy grabbed her thighs and she bucked against him. Her mouth tightened around him, then he arched his back, his hips stilling for a moment. His entire upper body went rigid. Victoire lifted her eyes to watch him. She loved the expression on his face in the last seconds before climax. His mouth went slack, his eyelids fluttered, and then he gave a resounding grunt as he spilled himself on her.
"Holy fuck, I love you, Vic—!" he bellowed. She pounced on him, covering his mouth with her hand. She giggled.
Teddy pulled her hand away. "What'd you do that for? I want the world to know that I'm getting a brilliant blow job," he said with a smirk.
Color flooded Victoire's cheeks. "Stop it," she said bashfully. Her mouth lightly ghosted over his lips. Teddy caught her head between his hands, knotting his fingers in her hair as he pulled her closer. The kiss deepened. Victoire lowered herself completely on top of him, her breasts sticky with his come. She ground her cunt along his semi-erect penis, emitting little mewling sounds while she urged him on. The heat was overtaking her. She craved the feeling of his mouth on her, pulling away the last threads of her composure.
"Ted-dyyyy!" she wailed, now not caring who heard. She broke away from her startled and slightly indignant lover, sat up on her knees and shimmied out of the knickers. Teddy curled his hands around her thighs, smoothing them up around the curve of her arse. He tilted her forward, his eyes hungrily falling to the juncture of her thighs. She braced herself for the sensation of his tongue.
"Touch yourself, love," he coaxed instead, licking his lips.
Victoire sighed. "Teddy, you promised..." Her cunt pulsed, blood convening in the swollen nub at its apex.
"Don't worry, I'll make good on my promise. I always do." Teddy winked. "Please, love. You're beautiful. I want to watch you. Please...?" Teddy made his best puppy dog face and she swatted him, her fingers grazing his erect nipples. She could never resist that expression, no matter how annoying it was. Once he'd gone so far as to turn into a puppy, which she'd made him promise not to do again.
"Prat," she said, the corners of her lips twitching. She watched him for a moment while she lazily stroked her wiry blond curls. Then she slipped two fingers between her lips. She dug the heel of her palm into her clit. Teddy groaned, his eyes fixated on her. She closed her thighs around her hand, rolled her hips forward and pressed down hard. The climax was tickling her with little tendrils of heat that crept slowly through her limbs. Her nipples hardened.
"Oh, dolce paradis!" she trilled in French, throwing her head back so that the ends of her hair brushed the curve of her arse. Teddy's long fingers curled around her breasts. He cupped them and pushed them together while he pinched her nipples. The sensation was both agonizing and exquisite. Slowly, the climax inched closer.
"I bloody love it when you talk like that during sex," Teddy declared.
Just as she was about to go over the edge Teddy abruptly pulled her fingers away. He fastened his lips on her clit while his hands braced her inner thighs. With one measured draw of his breath she exploded. He continued to suck, lapping her juices with his tongue while she writhed above him.
"Mm, cherries," he said peering at her. "No wonder I love them so much."
Victoire blushed. Then she rolled lazily into his arms while he spooned her from behind. Teddy brushed her hair away, stroking her neck. She curled her bum into his crotch, which elicited a growl followed by a flurry of tickles. Victoire giggled.
"I love you," she insisted.
"I love you more," he retorted, sliding his half-formed erection along her bum. Victoire purred, dropping her hand between her legs to touch herself. She ghosted over her clit with her thumb, sucking in her breath against the swell of heat pooling in her belly.
Teddy exhaled, his breath warm on her neck. He slowly rolled her over, peppering her arm, shoulder and neck with kisses. "Well I know one person who will be very happy about us," he said. Cupping her breasts, he slowly rotated them in concentric circles while rolling her nipples in his palms. The soothing repetitive motion made Victoire feel pleasantly sleepy and more than a little aroused.
"Who?" she asked.
"Lily. She's been after me to marry you ever since we started going out." He landed feathery kisses on each of her breasts.
Victoire smiled. "Ah yes. When we do get married I'll make her a bridesmaid," she said, leafing her fingers gently through his hair. She kissed his forehead.
"Yes." Teddy rolled over on top of her, bracing on his arms with his erection tickling her entrance. He smiled lazily, sending her heart into spasms. "That reminds me, we also have to stop at the bakery for those pastries that Lily and Ginny like. Harry asked me to bring some for dessert when we go for dinner tonight." He teased her by trailing the tip of his penis along her lips. Victoire wiggled her hips impatiently, making him chuckle.
"I love the smell of bakeries," she said, gingerly tracing her fingertips through the light hair on his chest. She subtly parted her legs, curving her hips to bump him with her crotch. "Mum says that I should have been a pastry chef."
"You do bake a wicked Treacle Tart," Teddy concurred. Victoire lowered her eyes to watch as her body opened to accept his swollen length. When he was fully immersed, Teddy swayed his hips forward and ground his balls against her clit, feasting on her nipples with his tongue. She clenched her thighs, locking her ankles under his bum to hold him down while she arched her hips up and rolled her cunt along the ridges of his penis.
Teddy propelled himself steadily into her, driving her into the mattress. She shrieked with pleasure as her hair flew around her face, falling into her eyes and her mouth. Her breasts bounced merrily. The edges of climax were curling around her like a blanket.
"Faster, mon amour!" Victoire probed her clit to find the perfect spot.
"Again with the French. You'll be the death of me." Teddy grinned. His hips sped up, stilled for a moment, and then he shot his seed into her with a prolonged moan.
Victoire's hips rose, pushing through the swirling heat in her belly. She rubbed on the engorged nub that was wet and sticky with him, rolling it fiercely. Teddy moved with her, their bodies heaving until she came. Then Teddy bent his head, licking her free of their fluids in several short, quick strokes. He left a delicate kiss on her clit for good measure.
"What should we do now?" she asked, curling into him with her leg thrown over his waist.
"Well I have some things to do before we go to Harry and Ginny's. I should get in the shower." Teddy arched an eyebrow, fondling the underside of her breast. "But I'm certainly up for some company."
"Shower sex? Trés magnifique! Only could you do the expanding charm this time?" Victoire touched the back of her head, wincing at the memory of their last shower encounter when he lifted her by the legs and she bumped her head on the shower spout.
Teddy grinned. "Come on, then." He hopped out of bed, pulling her up alongside him. With his arm securely around her back, he Summoned his wand, pointed it in the direction of the loo and murmured a quick incantation.
By all appearances the loo was a cramped, messy pocket of a room with barely enough space to fit the shower, sink and toilet. But when they stepped into the steaming mist of the shower it was at least three times its normal size, with the walls and floor made of sparkling clean blue tile. Victoire gasped with delight. She held her hands out to the water, which made rivulets down her slender arms and tickled her breasts. Teddy cradled her from behind, smothering the back of her neck and shoulders with kisses. He took her arms, folding them into her.
"You're like a swan," he murmured, as they swayed slowly side to side under the constant stream of water.
"Stop it," she insisted. Heat rushed into her cheeks. She curled herself into him, finding him hard and ready. She smiled, wiggling her bum. Teddy turned her around, smoothed the hair back from her face and cradled her face in his hands. He pulled her close, his erection flush against her belly, and gazed into her eyes. For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
"Why'd you pick me?" he said, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs.
"Why wouldn't I?" she replied, startled by the rare emergence of vulnerability. She took his hands away from her face. Turning his hands knuckles upward, she kissed each of them before securing them to her waist.
Teddy shrugged noncommittally. He lowered his eyes. "I'm a scrawny troublemaking Metamorphmagus. You could have bloody Ross Gillingham if you wanted."
Victoire prickled at the mention of her former boyfriend. Ross Gillingham was the handsome dark-haired, blue-eyed Beater for Puddlemere United, whom she dated for several months. They'd broken up a few weeks before she started going out with Teddy. "Ross is a hypocrite, a phony. He changes himself to please people. You are real. Vrai." She whispered the French word, leaning close to his ear. Teddy's penis swelled against her, pushing up in between her breasts. She curled her hands around it, stroking up and down. "You don't care what people think. Je t'aime, Teddy."
"I love you too."
She smiled, warmth flooding her veins. The sound of his voice speaking her language thrilled her more than she could say. "So you do pay attention when I speak French," she said. Tears stung her eyes, but the water camouflaged it.
"Don't look so surprised. What did you think, I only pay attention when we have sex?" Teddy hooked one finger under her chin, tilting her head up.
"Honestly, yes," Victoire admitted sheepishly.
"I admit it does turn me on when you speak French. But it's not the only reason I pay attention." Teddy steered her backward through the steamy water toward the wall. "I pay attention because it's part of who you are, and I love everything about you. Je t'aime, Victoire," he added in a barely passable French accent. He kissed her nose.
"Ooh, that makes me so bloody hot," she purred, draping her arms around his neck. Teddy hoisted her up, pinning her to the wall. She curled her legs around him, hooking her ankles. It took a moment for her to find purchase on his slick skin. "Now fuck me, mon amour. Fuck me hard."
"My pleasure," Teddy growled, his eyes dark with lust. He picked up his penis in his right hand and guided it toward her. She felt the tip of him circle her entrance. Clenching in anticipation she moved her hips slightly forward until the tip of his penis was inside her. He gave a little thrust, his teeth nicking the soft flesh of her earlobe. Victoire gasped and grabbed the back of his head to pull him to her. He caught her lower lip in his teeth, thrusting hard between her legs. His teeth pierced her lip and she squealed, tasting blood, but he didn't seem to notice as his mouth fell onto hers. His tongue pushed through her teeth, deepening the kiss. Victoire could barely breathe, but she would have rather died than break their embrace.
Teddy lifted her by her arse, moving her up the wall until she was slightly above him. He slid his penis out of her a little bit, repositioned himself, and then slammed it back in with a resounding grunt that echoed off the walls. Victoire felt her body splitting in two. She didn't think she could open herself any more for him, and yet she desperately wanted to.
"Oh! Yes! More!" she screamed, as water pelted her face and poured into her open mouth. Squeezing him with her thighs she dropped her right hand to where their bodies joined. It took her a moment to find her clit, but once she did she rolled and pulled it while his penis slid back and forth against her fingers.
Teddy pushed her against the wall, pinning her with his penis. Then he came, his body wilting against her while his mouth fell to her breast. He put one finger on top of hers and helped her through, covering her mouth with his own while she screamed through the climax. The two of them slid slowly to the floor, where Victoire curled up with her legs thrown across his lap.
"Fantastique," she said.
"Actually I would say it's more extraordinaire," Teddy replied. He lifted her left hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed the ring.