3some_mod (3some_mod) wrote in pimp_my_3some, @ 2007-06-09 07:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | adalbet waffling, pimpage, week 2 |
Pimpin Post for pimpin_adalbet
Original poster: pimpin_adalbet
I'm afraid that with all of the travelling that I do, I simply lost track of the time and nearly forgot to tell you about There Are No Marvels in Pannony! I suppose that's the danger of speedy travel when looking for more information about lost and forgotten spells - you forget what time zone you're in!
The front room of the little apartment made the whole place seem exceptionally small. I had three little chairs in a half circle around an old table, all filled with old piles of paper. I had a couple of pictures on the wall: one of my mum and me from when I was little, a sketch of Novi Sad I did one night when I was there, and a large old map of the Kingdom of the Bulgars. Lead him past my sad, misshapen sitting room, but the only rooms beyond it were my bedroom, which is nearly as large as the sitting room, and the bathroom. I felt myself blush.
Charlie paused. “I hadn’t expected this,” he told me before turning to kiss me.
We are the same height and his lips were warm and dry on mine. I can’t say that, somewhere, I had not been hoping for this in some way, but it was still unexpected. Somehow, somewhere in my mind, this was Charlie, Ginny and Ron’s older brother, the former Quidditch star who I heard stories about in the common room. Somewhere, too, this was Charlie, the man who mourned with me over Ron and who broke the news of Parvati’s death to the celebration in Hogsmeade. But all of that was small and somewhere else when he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pressed his tongue into my mouth.
I felt a bit like an awkward teenager as I return his advances. Charlie feels nothing like the last person I kissed. She was a girl, years ago, when I first came to Pannony. She had been pretty with long dark hair and bright eyes. I had realised though, when I kissed her outside that club that I would never be able to take her, or the others like her, home. And I stopped going to those clubs and bars, even though I had gone to lose myself in the music and dancing and people. Somehow that had separated me from my peers more than a language barrier or war ever could.
I closed my eyes and leaned against Charlie and she was gone. I had gone to the bars and clubs to forget about Parvati and Ginny and Susan, about Ron and Seamus and Anthony, to forget about friends and lovers and family. I don’t need to do that now.
His hands slid down my back to grip my ass and I turned my head to kiss his neck and nip at his ears. He made the most delightful sounds. I wondered if he was thinking about this when he stopped me outside of the library this evening. Somehow the thought of Charlie wanting me, and wanting me before we even had dinner tonight, made me harder than I was before.