wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2010-02-03 00:37:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | *fic, 2010, blaise, ginny |
Special delivery for nopejr
Title: Highest Bid.
Author/Artist:
Recipient's LJ name: nopejr
Pairing(s): Blaise/Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Summary Ginny is managing the auction of seized pureblood property, monies from which will go to the reparations demanded from families with Death Eater connections. Blaise is determined not to let these family objects scatter.
Word Count: ~4400
Warnings/Content:
Disclaimer: Standard for fan fiction.
Author's notes: nopejr, I hope you enjoy this. It's got plot and accidentally blurted confessions. Sorry they're not fighting crime. Well. Maybe Blaise is fighting crime against purebloods? Heh. Sorry if there's not enough snark and arguing. Special thanks to L who always gives me input whenever I need it.
Her shoulder blades hit the back wall of the coat check room and somewhere in the back of her mind the tickle of some old witch's feathered collar registered, but any sort of acknowledgment was put from her mind because his teeth were scraping across her lip in such a way that it drove her to complete distraction. It was a different sort of kiss than she was used to. Possessive with a sense of experience behind it. Controlling and dominating. It was a kiss she could match. A kiss she could battle.
A squeak escaped her throat when his hands slid down to grip her backside and pull her flush against him and Ginny's hands came up to splay on either side of his head. She could feel how much he wanted her and it made her head spin, her breath come in soft gasps and her heart pound. Her fingers flexed against the rough prickle of his hair. The last time she kissed a man with hair cropped so short had been that time in her fifth year with Dean Thomas. After that it had been all soft and tangled and something she could thread her fingers gently through.
She liked this.
She liked this a lot.
His hand crept up her thigh, taking her skirt with it.
God. If anyone had told her at any point in her life before this that she'd be pawing at one Blaise Zabini in a coat check room in the Grand Hall of the renovated Ministry? Ginny probably would have punched them in the nose. But with his mouth against hers, his hand creeping higher, his breath tangled with hers just as much as his tongue... Ginny didn't want to be anywhere else.