Special delivery for cat_goddess Title: Domestic Bliss Author/Artist: Recipient's LJ name:cat_goddess Pairing(s): Theo/Millicent Rating: R Summary: Theo is content with what he has. Word Count: 1, 064 Warnings/Content: none Author's notes: Thanks to T for the beta. cat_goddess, I hope you enjoy this!!
Theodore sipped his Firewhisky and glanced again at his watch. He was very fond of his cousin Adrian, but attending a Stag Night in Knockturn Alley with the likes of Draco Malfoy and Marcus Flint was trying his patience. Currently, Draco was holding court at a table of impressionable young men, telling tales about his success in the business world. Marcus had one of the strippers kneeling between his legs and another one sucking on his tongue. Classy.
"Nott," Adrian Pucey said, sinking into the chair next to him. "Bloody hell, mate. I'm glad you came."
"I wanted to wish you and Tracey all the best," Theo said sincerely.
"Cheers," Adrian said, looking around. "Some party, huh?"
Theo nodded stiffly. "It's not really my type of party, to be honest."
"Oh. Right," Adrian said a bit sheepishly. "Marcus organized it. I would have been happier with something small, but he's the best man." He shrugged. "I told him I didn't want a lap dance or anything like that. I have no desire to cheat on Tracey before I marry her."
"I think you and I are alone in that," Theo said and Adrian followed his glance around the room, taking in all their married friends who were engaged in illicit acts with the 'entertainment'. "Listen, Adrian, I think I'm going to take off."
Adrian's face fell for a moment and then he put on a smile. "Alright, mate. Well, thanks for coming out." He stood up as Theo did and the cousins hugged.
"Oy, Nott! Going home so soon? Is Millie going to sit on you if you're late?" Draco Malfoy drawled. The young men around him jeered and chuckled. Adrian looked apologetically at his cousin.
Theo ignored the cat calls that followed him out into the cold night. His marriage to Millicent Bulstrode had come as a shock to many: he was pale, tall and almost dangerously skinny. She was dark, short and fat to put it crudely. But his Millie wasn't fat. She was wonderfully curvy with large breasts and a nice round arse. He never won an argument with her because she'd simply get up and walk away. Theo's eyes would follow her hips moving to and fro and be mesmerized by that arse shaking tantalizingly in his face. He'd forget what they were fighting about and soon they'd be shagging against the nearest convenient surface. He knew he was a lucky man. After all, he was over six feet of limbs and pointy knees and elbows. He'd accidentally elbowed Millie in the face once during a particularly vigorous lovemaking session and she'd swollen up like a chipmunk. But she'd laughed it off.
As Theo entered their home in Manchester and flicked the lights on with a wave of his wand, he wondered if Millie would be up. He hoped she would, but he slid his cloak and shoes off silently, just in case. He was pleased to find her sitting up in bed, reading the latest Rita Skeeter tell all.
"Hello darling," she said, "did you know Draco Malfoy is gay?"
Theo took off his robes. "No. That does explain a lot, though. We were at this horrible strip club and he was surrounded by impressionable young men," Theo said thoughtfully. He finished undressing and slid into bed. Millie placed her book on the bedside table.
"How was it?" She asked, snuggling into his chest.
"Horrible," Theo murmured. "I love Adrian dearly, but he needs to rethink his choice of friends. Marcus Flint is a terrible best mate."
"Definitely. At least Tracey had the sense to make Daphne her maid of honour and not Pansy," Millie said with a shudder. "The Hen Night was quite fun."
"I wish I could have gone," Theo sighed, and Millie snickered. "No really, I do. I did not need to see Marcus Flint getting blow jobs and rubbing himself up against strippers all night."
Millie shuddered. "It's a wonder his wife hasn't left him."
"She's one of those noble Gryffindor types," Theo scoffed, "she's probably trying to 'save him' or something daft like that. I do feel a bit sorry for her. Do you think we should send her an anonymous owl?"
"No," Millie said, "She married the bastard; she must've known what she was getting into. Perhaps send some pictures, though. I wouldn't mind seeing him lose the robes off his back in the divorce."
"Brilliant," Theo murmured, kissing his wife's forehead.
"Are you terribly tired, love?" Millie asked playfully, her hands moving down Theo's chest in a most determined manner.
"I was...but you're beginning to wake me up," he replied, laying flat on his back and pulling her on top of him. "I was never tempted," he said, running his hands over her hips and then up to play with her breasts. "Not even once."
"I know," Millie said confidently, "I've never questioned your fidelity, my love." She bit down on one of his nipples and he grunted.
"Why would I stray when I have you? If I had a dull wife, I could see the temptation," he mused, his fingers sliding between her legs to stroke her clit. "You are anything but dull, my Millicent."
He slipped his fingers inside her to make sure she was ready and then she sank down onto his cock. He loved it when Millie rode him, her breasts bouncing up and down, her hair sticking to the sweat on her skin. He sat up as best he could to try and bury his face in those breasts, licking and sucking at any flesh he could reach.
"Now?" He panted.
"Wait," She said and he tried to hold back his orgasm as she reached her own. "Now now now," she breathed out and he let himself go. They climaxed together and Millie slid off him, flopping down on the bed beside him. He moved down the bed so he could kiss the places where his hands had marred her beautiful flesh by gripping too tight. It was a favourite ritual of his, though Millie rarely let him indulge in it for long.
"Come on," she said, and with sigh, he moved back up to lay next to her. "Goodnight my love," he whispered and she replied in kind. They kissed and then Theo flicked his wand at the bedside lamp, plunging the bedroom into darkness.