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sophieisgod) wrote2007-09-18 01:16 am
sophieisgod) wrote2007-09-18 01:16 am
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Fic: Breaktime (Teddy/Victoire)
Title: Breaktime
Rating: R, for naughty happenings
Word count: 608
Summary: February 2018. Teddy and Victoire make use of a stockroom.
Okay, this is my first time writing anything even vaguely smutty, so I NEED concrit. I need you to say "that's not how you spell 'throbbing'" and "legs don't bend like that!" DO NOT allow me to continue writing bad smut. Also, I stole a line from Joss Whedon. Oh, and if you are![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ipreferballet, AVERT YOUR EYES AND PRESS BACKSPACE RIGHT NOW. That is all.
They came crashing through the stockroom door, kissing blindly.
Teddy kicked it shut, then paused for a moment; letting go of Victoire with one hand, he grasped for his wand and Imperturbed the door as quickly as he could.
Catching sight of her impish grin, he warned, “Don’t think I won’t bite you.”
“I dare you,” she said, the challenge in her eyes. Ohh, Merlin.
“I thought they’d never sod off,” he said, hoarsely, cursing the few odious third years who weren’t in Madam Puddifoot’s, and who had been idling in the shop for the past hour and a half. Victoire had leant over the counter, tormenting him in other, more silent ways, smirking as his hair went mental.
“Mmm,” she agreed, as she pulled at his magenta robes. Teddy shed them with more speed than was decent.
“Mmm,” he said vaguely, as she pulled her jumper up over her head. Wow.
“Teddy?” She seemed to be trying not to laugh.
“Mmm?” He slipped a long finger under one strap and slipped it down her shoulder.
“I missed you,” she said, and kissed him.
“Mmm,” he said after a few dizzying moments, and took a shaky breath. “How have you always got freckles? It’s February. Who has freckles in February?”
Sexy silence was not Teddy’s strong point. Victoire knew this, and did not bother to respond. She did, however, lick her lips. Ohh, Merlin.
“Right,” said Teddy, and his voice cracked slightly. “Time for some thrilling heroics.” With what he hoped was a suitably masterful gesture, he swept one of the counters clear. Something at the back of his mind told him that he’d have to tidy up before George got back from lunch, but at this moment he really, really didn’t care.
“It’s a good thing I’m easily impressed,” said Victoire, and Teddy couldn’t help agreeing as he kissed her again. It still surprised him sometimes, how simple this was; that her tongue would be in his mouth, and his hand would be in her bra, and it wouldn’t feel weird at all. They could do this, the two of them. They were doing this. Ohh, Merlin.
They were walking backwards, shuffling, tripping over boxes. She gave a sort of amused yelp into his kiss as he lifted her onto the counter.
Her hands were all over his back. He pushed her skirt up around her hips and tugged down her delicate knickers, flinging them off to the side; he didn’t pause to admire the undeniably comedic way that they fluttered to land atop a cage of excited Pygmy Puffs. Victoire’s legs went around his waist as he pushed into the warmth of her. He was still for a moment, her gasp hot against the side of his neck, then he began to move, slowly, carefully. Her hips rolled up to meet him, and he groaned; abandoning any semblance of modest restraint, his arms were tight around her, pulling her against him, and they were moving together. And then everything got a bit blurry.
Victoire’s head fell back, and he kissed her throat. He felt her pulse jumping, as fast as his.
Something funny happened to the muscles in his shoulders as she tugged on his earlobe with her teeth.
He lowered his head and traced across the top of her (freckled) breasts with his tongue, licking at the sheen of sweat.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, and he heard her cry out from far away as the universe exploded behind his eyes, and then they were kissing again, like oxygen.
As their breathing slowed, Victoire leaned her forehead against his, and whispered, “Happy Valentine’s day.”
Rating: R, for naughty happenings
Word count: 608
Summary: February 2018. Teddy and Victoire make use of a stockroom.
Okay, this is my first time writing anything even vaguely smutty, so I NEED concrit. I need you to say "that's not how you spell 'throbbing'" and "legs don't bend like that!" DO NOT allow me to continue writing bad smut. Also, I stole a line from Joss Whedon. Oh, and if you are
ipreferballet, AVERT YOUR EYES AND PRESS BACKSPACE RIGHT NOW. That is all.They came crashing through the stockroom door, kissing blindly.
Teddy kicked it shut, then paused for a moment; letting go of Victoire with one hand, he grasped for his wand and Imperturbed the door as quickly as he could.
Catching sight of her impish grin, he warned, “Don’t think I won’t bite you.”
“I dare you,” she said, the challenge in her eyes. Ohh, Merlin.
“I thought they’d never sod off,” he said, hoarsely, cursing the few odious third years who weren’t in Madam Puddifoot’s, and who had been idling in the shop for the past hour and a half. Victoire had leant over the counter, tormenting him in other, more silent ways, smirking as his hair went mental.
“Mmm,” she agreed, as she pulled at his magenta robes. Teddy shed them with more speed than was decent.
“Mmm,” he said vaguely, as she pulled her jumper up over her head. Wow.
“Teddy?” She seemed to be trying not to laugh.
“Mmm?” He slipped a long finger under one strap and slipped it down her shoulder.
“I missed you,” she said, and kissed him.
“Mmm,” he said after a few dizzying moments, and took a shaky breath. “How have you always got freckles? It’s February. Who has freckles in February?”
Sexy silence was not Teddy’s strong point. Victoire knew this, and did not bother to respond. She did, however, lick her lips. Ohh, Merlin.
“Right,” said Teddy, and his voice cracked slightly. “Time for some thrilling heroics.” With what he hoped was a suitably masterful gesture, he swept one of the counters clear. Something at the back of his mind told him that he’d have to tidy up before George got back from lunch, but at this moment he really, really didn’t care.
“It’s a good thing I’m easily impressed,” said Victoire, and Teddy couldn’t help agreeing as he kissed her again. It still surprised him sometimes, how simple this was; that her tongue would be in his mouth, and his hand would be in her bra, and it wouldn’t feel weird at all. They could do this, the two of them. They were doing this. Ohh, Merlin.
They were walking backwards, shuffling, tripping over boxes. She gave a sort of amused yelp into his kiss as he lifted her onto the counter.
Her hands were all over his back. He pushed her skirt up around her hips and tugged down her delicate knickers, flinging them off to the side; he didn’t pause to admire the undeniably comedic way that they fluttered to land atop a cage of excited Pygmy Puffs. Victoire’s legs went around his waist as he pushed into the warmth of her. He was still for a moment, her gasp hot against the side of his neck, then he began to move, slowly, carefully. Her hips rolled up to meet him, and he groaned; abandoning any semblance of modest restraint, his arms were tight around her, pulling her against him, and they were moving together. And then everything got a bit blurry.
Victoire’s head fell back, and he kissed her throat. He felt her pulse jumping, as fast as his.
Something funny happened to the muscles in his shoulders as she tugged on his earlobe with her teeth.
He lowered his head and traced across the top of her (freckled) breasts with his tongue, licking at the sheen of sweat.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, and he heard her cry out from far away as the universe exploded behind his eyes, and then they were kissing again, like oxygen.
As their breathing slowed, Victoire leaned her forehead against his, and whispered, “Happy Valentine’s day.”
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I've just picked out my Top *counts* Three bits here-
'smirking as his hair went mental.'
I love the word 'mental'. In fandom no matter who says it, Ron says it. The idea of Teddy's hair going mental is just- ngghghhghg.
'Sexy silence was not Teddy’s strong point. Victoire knew this, and did not bother to respond.'
Teddy Lupin has invaded my mind and soul.
“Right,” said Teddy, and his voice cracked slightly. “Time for some thrilling heroics.” With what he hoped was a suitably masterful gesture, he swept one of the counters clear.
THE Bit. This is gorgeous with a touch of Remus.
And to finish off I'd like top emphasise that this is amazing smut xXx
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Will be back this afternoon with a proper comment, right now I have to be off to school.
But, let me say that whoever commeted above *waves* was SO RIGHT about "This is gorgeous with a touch of Remus." re: the counter bit. EEE.
Also, my HP knowledge has been refreshed because of you. Because I thought WWW was in Diagon Alley so I went a-searching for info and then read about them saying in HBP that they were thinking of buying Zonko's. I had completely forgotten that. Multiple branches ftw!
And I LOVE the fact that Teddy is working in the shop and they meet there and OOO IT'S SO CLEVER. And also GENIUS because you said in the "Revision" one that Teddy was working in the shop. ALL OF THE STORIES LINK, YAY.
Right really must be off now. Toodles!
Also, the "Title:" bit says Revision again instead of Breaktime.
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I demand (politely) more =]
This is DEFINITELY not bad smut.
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and i just now decided that any guy who used that joss line on me would totally get a shag. even if i'm more of a mal girl than a jayne girl, suddenly that line is hot.
and i looove teddy's hair "going mental" with her teasing. ah-dor-ah-bul. srsly.
i was never a fan of nextgen!fic at all until right now. you've made me a fan of teddy/victoire. awesome. :)