Special delivery for cat_goddess Title: The Ties That Bind Author:posner Recipient's IJ/LJ name:cat_goddess Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Susan Bones/Justin Finch-Fletchley Word Count: ~4700 Warnings (if any): Light bondage, light dom/sub, and Hufflepuffs. (Yes, light bondage, light dom/sub and Hufflepuffs.) Author’s notes: Many thanks to my beta whom I shall call Pearl – she knows why, that slut – for reading this over and telling me I wasn’t crazy to think Hufflepuffs might dig some kinky stuff. Hope you like it, cat-goddess!
The Ties That Bind
Susan sat down on the edge of Jude’s bed, as he crawled beneath the covers and settled himself, readying for bedtime. A soft smile appeared on her face, just as it always did, when she looked at her ever-growing little treasure. Quite honestly, there was not a single person in the world that she loved more than him. Not a day went by that she didn’t get down on her knees and thank her lucky stars that he’d been born. It had been incredibly hard at first, yes, but everything had worked itself out eventually, and although she regretted quite a bit of what she’d done in the past, she never once regretted that she’d had Jude.
“Mummy? Are you going out with the mingy wanker tonight?” the little boy asked, looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes.
I am going to murder that man, Susan thought to herself, as her own eyes widened. She coughed awkwardly and managed a smile, as she pulled the covers up to her son’s chin. “No, no, my love, mummy’s going out with a very nice boy that she likes very, very much,” she answered. “You like Justin too, don’t you?”
“Ohhhhhhh, Justin!” Jude replied, grinning happily. “Yes, mummy, he’s the tops! He’s got a motorbike and everything.”
Susan laughed, as she smoothed his fringe back from his forehead a bit. “That’s right, he’s got a very cool motorbike. Now,” she continued, switching back to business mode, “you’re going to be a good boy for Uncle Zach, is that right? You’re going to stay right here in your bed and go to sleep and not give him any trouble, right?”
Jude nodded, clearly already sleepy. Susan knew that Zacharias would have no trouble with the little bugger – it was part of the reason she’d agreed to see Justin tonight in the first place, knowing that Jude would almost certainly just sleep through the night. Zacharias never minded watching the little tyke, even when he was up and about, but Susan just felt better about it when Jude was in bed.
“All right, my love, sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite! Mummy will be here when you wake up.” She dropped a kiss on his forehead, smiled at him one last time, and then went to the door, leaving him to head off to dreamland.
“’E asleep, then?”
Startled, Susan almost fell back against the door, when she turned around to find Zacharias standing right there behind there, his practically-trademarked sardonic grin firmly on his lips. “Christ, you idiot, don’t sneak up on me like that! It’s bad enough when you do it in the kitchen, but not in front of my kid’s door when I just put him to bed!”
Zacharias laughed at her, as he backed away. “Ah, the bugger’ll be just fine, Suze, don’t get your knickers in a knot.”
“I don’t know why I let you live here,” she replied, rolling her eyes, as she brushed past him. Justin would be arriving any minute, and she still needed to change her clothes and do something with her hair. She made her way into her bedroom, with Zacharias trailing at her heels.
“Because you’re secretly hot for me, of course. Don’t know why you haven’t just dropped His Royal Wankness yet and let your true feelings shine through,” Zacharias responded cheekily, perching himself on her bed.
“OH! That reminds me,” Susan whirled on him, “you need to stop teaching him that language! I know you think it’s hilarious, but it just makes me want to smack you.”
Laughing, Zacharias put up his hands in a position of surrender. “I did nothing of the sort. You’re paranoid, love.”
“I’m paranoid?” Susan advanced until she was standing right over him, put her hands on her hips, and affected a pose that made her appear to be much more intimidating than she ever really could be. “Jude asked me if I was going out with ‘the mingy wanker’ tonight. Those are absolutely your words, you tit.”
“What was that you just called me, Hypocritical One?”
Unable to stop herself, Susan shoved Zacharias in the shoulders and let out a noise of frustration before stomping over to her small closet and searching out something to wear that didn’t scream “Yes, I am a mum and rarely ever go out in public with cute boys.” “You’re an ass, and you know it. I think that’s the worst part about it, Zacharias. You totally know that you’re a git, and you don’t care,” she said, as she pulled out a black skirt.
He just laughed again and lied down on her bed with his arms behind his head. “I’m a loveable git, at least. Unlike Mr. ‘I’m Too Bloody Good To Be True’ I might add.”
“You always do,” she muttered to herself, as she slipped out of her denims and made to pull on the skirt. She then put on a red blouse, and, turning back to him as she buttoned it up, she continued. “Justin is amazing and—“
“—do you know that for a fact?” he interrupted, sitting straight up and raising an eyebrow at her.
“What?”
“Do you know that he’s ‘amazing’ for a fact?” His lips quirked into a smirk, that Susan found herself wanting to rip right off his annoying little face.
“You can be incredibly annoying sometimes, you know that?” she hissed, through her teeth. “You know we haven’t…” Zacharias burst into a fresh fit of laughter, and Susan punched him in the shoulder for his lack of tact. “I hate you so very much.”
Thankfully, she was spared any further of his comments, when she heard a sharp knock at the door. Leaving Zacharias to his amusement over her barely-existent sex life, she left the bedroom and went to answer the door. A wide grin appeared on her face as she swung wide the door to let Justin Finch-Fletchley inside. “Hi,” she greeted, all her annoyance with Zacharias instantly melting away.
“Hi, Susan,” Justin responded, scratching a hand over his curly brown hair and smiling sweetly at her.
“Hi,” she said again, almost sheepishly. Gone, apparently, was her ability to speak like a human being.
“Hello,” he said again, remaining in the doorway, though his hands came forward, to take hers. He bent his head and gently kissed her knuckles, always a perfect gentleman; it was this trait that Zacharias, Susan knew, most objected to.
“Oh bloody hell, just go already before I lose my dinner,” came Zacharias’s voice as if on cue, as he joined them in the hall.
“Evening, Zach,” Justin greeted, politely, but it was clear to all three of them, that he was really eager to leave. “I’ll have her home in one piece, I promise.”
“You’d better!” he threatened playfully, though the hard edge that managed to creep into his tone certainly belied complete playfulness.
Susan took Justin’s hand and started through the door. “All right, let’s go! Zacharias, I’ll be back about midnight.” With a final wave, she shut the door behind them, and then she and Justin left for their date.
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Fingers entwined, Susan and Justin left the table and, having paid for their coffees, headed towards the door. Rain had begun to fall while they were eating, but as Justin insisted when she expressed her concern over riding the motorbike in the rain, it was only a light drizzle and certainly nothing that he and his years of practice couldn’t handle.
“All right, I trust you,” she replied, albeit warily. She did trust Justin though – she always had trusted him, perhaps even a bit more than she trusted Zacharias. There had just always been something about Justin that forced Susan to have faith. He’d proven himself time and time again to be just, honest, and noble. He also obviously cared for her, since he’d waited so long and continued to wait for her to be fully comfortable with letting him into her life on a deeper level.
With a boyish grin, the curly-haired man pulled her towards the lot where they had parked, but it seemed that the instant they had left the dry comfort of the awning over the stairs to the diner, the sky opened up and released a torrent of rain, instantly soaking them.
“Bugger!” she cried, instinctively wrapping her coat around herself better and leaning into Justin, as if that would somehow keep her dryer. “Justin, forget the bike! We’ll just have to Apparate back! Let’s find an alleyway and go, quickly!”
He surprised her, then, as he continued to pull her towards the lot. “Oh, come on, Susan, I know you don’t like to Apparate,” he replied, a strange look on his face.
“Yes, I know, but I can handle it just this once. There’s no way that you can drive in this rain,” she insisted. “Please, let’s just go before we get anymore soaked.”
Justin grinned again, and the look in his eyes suddenly stole all the breath from Susan’s lungs. “Where’s your sense of adventure, Susan?” he asked, reaching up a hand and smoothing back the rain-soaked hair that had matted itself to her cheeks.
“My – my what?” she asked, confused, though slightly intrigued.
“Your sense of adventure. It’s gone these days,” Justin replied, as his other hand came up around her back, pulling her a bit closer to him. Susan just barely held back a gasp of surprise. “Look, Susan, I know you have Jude and that he’s always going to be the most important person in your life. I know you’ve got your job, and your family, your other friends, and even Zacharias. You’ve got all these things tying you down and holding you back from letting go, but I miss that girl, Susan. I miss that funny, gorgeous, sweet girl that I fell in love with back when we were just kids! I miss her, and I want her back. I want to be with that girl!”
Justin’s eyes spoke volumes more than his words could, and Susan, no longer aware of the pelting rain, found herself lost in the depths of his passion. She’d known how he felt, of course she did because she’d felt it too, but to hear it spoken so plainly, finally after all these months of holding it back brought a dazzling smile to her face.
“Oh Justin, I miss her too!” she exclaimed, before wrapping her arms around him and pressing her lips to his, desperately.
Justin stood stock still for the barest of moments before he realized that she was kissing him, and then he whimpered softly and kissed her back with equal intensity. One hand slid down to rest just above the round curve of her bottom, while the other groped upwards to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Their lips parted, and they deepened the kiss, their tongues wrestling decadently with each other. Neither seemed to notice or care that they were getting completely drenched by the downpour.
Susan’s eyes fluttered open finally, as she pulled back a bit, practically panting with the need to get some air back. Justin kept his arms around her, and she around him. When she spoke, her lips brushed gently against his. “We should go back to your place,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
Justin nodded, and the motorbike was all but forgotten as he pulled her tightly against him and Disapparated.
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The sense of urgency returned when the pair appeared with a pop! in Justin’s uptown flat. Susan, her heart racing after the dizzying Apparition, felt her knees buckle as they reappeared. Justin caught her deftly and grinned at her. The charming, boyish grin always did it to her – she’d always felt that way about him – and instantly, her arms were around his neck again, and she was kissing him.
Struggling to rid themselves of their soaked clothing as their mouths feverishly sought to keep connection proved to be a difficult task, though, even for two steadfast and determined Hufflepuffs. After several tries, Justin finally pulled back, panting with exertion, and became the voice of reason. “We should slow down,” he said, the look in his eyes, however, easily belying his statement.
There had been endless rumors so many years ago that Susan gave it up far too easily and very furiously to whoever asked for it, and though Justin had tried not to believe the slanders about her and had eventually dismissed them, there continued to be a part of him that was incredibly intrigued by the idea, even though he felt badly about it at first. The small intrigued part had grown much more curious when Justin had discovered his particular sexual predilections, but he’d always, always tamped down his curiosity because he wanted to respect her wishes.
But now, standing as they were in the middle of the hallway that opened into all the other rooms of his flat, with Susan’s chest heaving from exertion and her eyes wide and wild with want, Justin had to wonder if maybe the old standby that Susan was something of a wildcat might actually be very, very true, and he couldn’t help be but incredibly excited at the prospect of testing it out.
Susan gave him an almost feral grin, and Justin felt all the blood in his body make a mad rush for his cock. How could anyone ever look that intensely hot? Granted, they both knew that this moment had been a long time coming between them, but still …
“Susan.” Justin stopped there, though, unable to find any other words when confronted with that look of hers.
For her part, Susan just continued to appear on the verge of tearing into him with kisses again. It had been almost five years since she’d been with a man in any extremely intimate way. She and Justin had been almost chaste with one another up until this point, mostly thanks to Susan always putting Jude before her own happiness. Justin had been very patient with her, always respecting her boundaries, and always understanding when she needed to break a date or go home early to be with Jude. It was one of the things that she loved most about Justin, as a matter of fact.
“Sod it,” he then said, reaching for her again. Justin pulled Susan back up against him, attacking her mouth with his own. His hands sought purchase in her hair, and he parted her lips with his tongue, massaging it against her own.
Susan whimpered against his mouth, eager for much more contact than what he was currently giving her. The clothing needed to go, that much was certain. “Come on,” she murmured, urging him down the hallway towards his bedroom, always keeping her arms firmly around him.
Justin needed no further encouragement. He pulled her, almost roughly, into his bedroom. She fell back onto the bed, grinning at him, while he lifted his wet tee-shirt over his head, with some difficulty. “Justin, stop taking so long,” she teased, as she removed her own blouse and tossed it onto the floor. While he undid his belt buckle and removed his pants, she shimmied out of her skirt and threw it aside as well.
It seemed, though, that Justin could no longer find words. Susan scooted back towards the headboard as he crawled onto the bed almost predatorily, and she agreed that the time for words had passed. A shiver wracked her, but whether it was from the sudden cold at having discarded her wet clothes, or the look of hunger in Justin’s eyes, Susan couldn’t tell.
Justin’s right hand crawled up her body first, skimming over her upper thighs and stomach, before pausing and poising just above her breasts. He caught her lips in a searing kiss, then, and delved his hand under the soaked white cotton of her bra. He rubbed and massaged her gently, as he kissed her, before he began to pinch at her nipple. She gasped into his mouth, finding unexpected pleasure in the slight pain.
“Like that?” he murmured, pulling back ever so slightly.
Not trusting herself to speak, Susan just nodded and made to kiss him again, but Justin appeared to have other ideas, now that she had shown interest. He reached behind her, and fumbling only momentarily, unhooked her bra and threw it to the side. With her breasts now completely exposed to the air and her nipples erect from the exposure to the cool air, Susan squirmed, craving both warmth and touch. She arched her back a little, but Justin pinned her shoulders down almost forcefully and forced her to sink back against the bed.
He bent his head then and licked a slow trail down her sternum to the valley between her breasts, causing Susan to quiver with anticipation of what he would do next. “Justin, please—“
“—hush, Susan,” he interrupted her, looking up at her with hooded eyes that thrilled her in spite of herself.
He set to his task then, and Susan found no more need to beg or question. With his left hand, he groped and fondled her right breast, teasing and pinching her nipple. Then, pausing just a moment to give her a wicked grin, he bent his head to taste her breast. He mouthed at the small mound, teasing her for a moment, before circling his tongue around the nipple and taking it into his mouth. Susan let out a moan of encouragement, which caused Justin to move his hand from her breast and start to trail it down her body to settle on her hipbone. He continued to lick and suck on her breast, when suddenly, he bit down gently on her nipple, causing her to jerk up a little. It felt surprisingly good though, and as he licked the area soothingly, she whimpered, wordlessly begging for more.
But he refused to give her much more than that. His hand didn’t stray from her hip and his mouth continued to pay strict attention to her breasts. Susan found herself aching to be touched, and so she grabbed his hand and started to move it towards her vagina. Justin stopped everything immediately when he noticed where she was headed.
As Susan blinked with surprise and worried that she’d done something wrong, Justin pushed her hands up above her head and pinned them there. Then, with his free hand, he caressed her cheek with extreme gentleness. “Susan Bones, you are acting very naughty,” he said, as he followed his hand with his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I’m just going to have to do something about that. Don’t move.”
His voice was low and yet commanding, and though Susan almost didn’t want to admit it to herself, she was extremely turned on by this somewhat dominating creature that appeared to have taken the place of her adorably quiet and slightly demure boyfriend. She watched as he reached into the drawer next to his bedside and removed two silk yellow scarves. She started to speak, but at a look from him, bit her tongue and just continued to watch him.
Justin suddenly straddled her body with his knees, kneeling up over her as he took her hands and, with the scarves, tied her hands above her head to the bedpost. “Oh!” Susan cried, shocked by this development. He grinned slyly at her and then climbed off her of her again.
With the silk ties firmly in place, Susan struggled ineffectually against the ties, shaking a little at the feeling of being so helpless. It didn’t frighten her, but rather, it made her feel incredibly sexy. There was just something so dangerous about it; she’d never have expected such behavior from safe, secure, gentlemanly Justin Finch-Fletchley. “What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, fascinated by this turn of events.
“Not a word, Suze,” he replied, with a quirk of his eyebrow. “Not a word, or I’m afraid I’ll just have to punish you.”
The idea thrilled her more than she wanted to admit. “Justin…have I been bad?”
“Oh, very.”
The low tone of voice made the little hairs on the back of her neck stand straight up. Desire coursed through her body and pooled in her lower belly. She ached to be touched, kissed, caressed, and she begged him with her eyes to get on with it. Another part of her, though, wanted to speak – if only to see what sort of punishment she would receive.
Justin seemed to be through with playing now. Susan could tell from the tenting in his pants that he was more than eager to get on with things, and yet, he continued to toy with her. He continued to pay complete attention to her and to her pleasure. It was very interesting.
She watched him with what bordered on adoration as he took off his underpants, his hard cock practically springing out. Almost unconsciously, Susan licked her lips, wanting to taste him, to reciprocate.
He grinned at her, though, and slowly shook his head. “Plenty of time for that later,” he said, as he leaned down over her again and pressed one last kiss to her lips. Justin then traveled southward, sometimes kissing and sometimes sucking at interesting spots until his boyish face was poised just above her entrance. “Say ‘please,’” he then commanded, raising just his eyes to her.
As Justin trailed a light finger over her clit, Susan was powerless to say anything else. “Oh God, yes, please, Justin, please!” she practically begged.
Justin needed nothing more from her. He lowered his head and immediately darted his tongue into her folds, one, two, three times in quick succession before dragging upwards slightly to circle around and over her swollen crest. He inserted a finger inside her, thrusting slowly, then gradually with increasing speed and pressure. He even began to murmur softly, sending vibrations through her, that Susan could swear she felt all throughout her body.
She’d never, ever in all her years experienced the sort of high that she was feeling. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending was alive and rapid-firing signals all over her body. It had been years since she’d felt this alive with feeling – God, she thought, why have we waited so long for this?
Susan moaned and whimpered, willing him to continue ministering to her, all the while struggling against her binds and shivering with barely-suppressed need for more. She could feel her body tensing desperately and begging for the release that was coming. She danced against his tongue, grinding her lower body and urging him on, as he continued to suck and lick at her clit.
Suddenly, Susan’s eyelids fluttered shut as Justin delved his clever tongue deep into her quivering folds, as she rode out the waves of a small, preliminary orgasm. She gasped and pulled on her binds, trying to get free to do – something. She didn’t exactly know what, but her hands longed to reach out and grab him or maybe push his face harder into her pussy. It wasn’t nearly enough, though, that much she knew. Thank God Justin seemed to feel the exact same way.
Justin grabbed her knees then and pushed her legs up and open, pinning her to the bed like a butterfly for study and slammed into her with almost bruising force. It was as if he couldn’t wait another second, and Susan, still riding on stars, cried out, all encouragement and want. His rhythm was instantly furious as he thrust into her, and Susan’s hips bucked up to meet him, creating a frenzied sexual energy that practically crackled between them on the air.
Susan pulled with all her might on her binds, moaning and screaming, as Justin fucked her with raw, animalistic passion. She was desperate to touch him, but the inability to do so only made the sensations within her all the more gratifying.
She almost forgot to breathe as she teetered on the edge of an intense orgasm. She saw stars behind her eyelids, moaning and crying out that she was so close, so ready, that she needed him desperately to finish.
Justin grunted and bit down hard upon his lower lip, the desire to come completely evident. At last, he could hold out no longer. He plunged himself deep into Susan, coming with a long, low groan of pleasure. Seconds later, Susan, too, toppled over the edge, her hips twitching and bucking, inadvertently milking Justin’s all-but-spent cock for all it was worth. She screamed hoarsely and managed to finally rip her hands free, immediately encircling Justin with her arms and digging her nails in his back.
He was no longer able to support himself on shaky arms and so collapsed down upon Susan, too spent to even pull out of her. “Oh my God, Susan,” he said, though it was muffled into her shoulder. “You’re amazing.”
“We waited entirely too long,” she replied, as she struggled to control her breathing. She laughed then, when she felt him nod his head against her cheek. “I feel like I should…thank you or something,” she continued, sounding a bit sheepish once more.
Justin lifted himself up just enough so that he could finally disengage from her and then look her in the eye. “No,” he said, forcefully. “No thanks necessary…as long as there’s the promise of more to come.” He grinned at her and quirked his eyebrows quickly, in a gesture that was so reminiscent of Zacharias that—
“Oh my God, Justin, I have to get home! What time is it, I told Zach midnight, oh bugger it all, I need to go!”
Shocked at the sudden change in mood, Justin remained where he was, flabbergasted for a moment, until he realized what she meant. “Oh bollocks, all right,” he said, obviously disappointed that she had to get back home, but definitely understanding. “I’ll take you back.”
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The house was dark as Susan and Justin slipped inside, careful not to make any noise so as to not waken either Zacharias or Jude. Their hands were entwined as they had been earlier, and as Susan led him through the house to the sitting room, she lightly stroked her thumb over his skin.
“Thank you for bringing me back…and for being so understanding…and for…everything,” she whispered, as the pair sat down upon the comfortable old couch.
“Shh,” he shushed her, smiling gently. “No words, Suze, or I’ll have to—“
“—punish me?” she finished for him, grinning. Susan leaned forward then and kissed him softly on the lips. Justin’s hand came up to the back of her neck as he too leaned in and deepened their kiss. But before things could get too frantic again, the lights suddenly came up, and the pair broke apart, blinking wildly and appearing like deer caught in the headlights.
“You’re home awfully late,” said a smirking Zacharias, from where he stood in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest. “It’s nearly two a.m.”
Susan rolled her eyes and stood up. “Yes, dad, I’m a bit past curfew. So sorry,” she joked, though her expression was only half-joking. “Did he stay asleep? Is he all right?”
“Yes, yes, he’s fine. Slept like a baby.”
As if on cue, Jude’s bedroom door opened, and the little boy emerged. He was half-asleep and rubbing tiredly at his eyes, and Susan rushed over immediately and pulled him up into her arms. “Jude Bones,” she said, gently scolding, “what are you doing awake?”
“Mummy, did you just get home?” he asked, barely able to keep his eyes open.
Susan smiled softly and kissed his forehead. “Yes, dumpling, mummy is a bit late tonight, but Justin brought me home safe and sound.”
“Ohhh, Justin,” he said, before yawning widely. “Uncle Zach said you were ‘having it off’ with him, mummy, but I’m glad you’re back.”