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hp_may_madnessTitle: Cake, Sleepless Nights and Lazy Sex
Characters or Pairing: Daphne/Harry
Word Count: 1061
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Day 8: Partially clothed sex
Her patience at an end, Daphne sat up, kicked the bed covers off of her and tossed her pillow onto the floor.
"Told you you shouldn't have eaten that last piece of cake," Harry mumbled from the other side of the bed. His eyes were still closed, but she'd been tossing and turning all night, so his sleep hadn't been much better than hers.
"Shut up, smart arse," she said. "This is at least as much your fault as it is mine."
"How do you figure?" he asked, now with one eye open and trained on her.
"If you'd told me you used the last of the Sleeping Draught, I would've brewed some more. Or maybe you could've brewed some yourself, if you weren't so lousy at potions."
"That's a cheap shot," he said. Both eyes were open now, and he sat up slightly in bed. "You know Snape had a grudge against me."
"Yes, well, all the more reason to let me know we were out of it then," she retorted. He groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face in his pillow. She sat there in silence for a few minutes, taking mercy on him. She wasn't honestly angry with him, and her insomnia was no reason to deprive him of his own sleep.
"Bugger," he said, his voice muffled by the pillow. Then he rolled back over, tucked his hands beneath his head and opened his eyes. "What time is it, anyway?" She looked over at the clock beside the bed.
"It's a little after 4:30," she supplied, drawing a groan from her husband.
"Well I'm not making it back to sleep now, so I guess we're just going to lay here for two hours until it's time to get up and start getting ready for work," he said. "Tomorrow sure will be fun."
"It's technically today now," she pointed out. That was apparently the wrong thing to say, because his groan was louder than the first one. She sympathized, because she wasn't looking forward to sorting out accidental splinching on no sleep. But then she got a great idea. "Hey, since we aren't going to be able to fall back asleep anyway, and we've got a couple of hours to kill..."
She scooted back underneath the bed covers and slid her hand over, rubbing his crotch through his boxers.
"Really?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "You seriously want to do that now, two hours before we've gotta get up and go to work, after we didn't get any sleep? Do you have any idea how much tomorrow will suck?"
"Today," she reminded him cheekily, continuing to rub him. She could feel his body beginning to respond to her touch. "And hey, it's already going to suck anyway, so why don't we just have some fun while we can?" He seemed to think about it for a second, then shrugged his shoulders.
"Fuck it; maybe I'll be able to use my paperwork as a pillow and sleep at my desk," he said, making her chuckle. "I don't have much energy though, so don't expect my usual performance."
"Don't worry about it. In fact, just leave everything to me. You know when you're so tired that you can't even fall asleep? That's where I'm at now."
He didn't object, so she pulled the covers off of him and got on top. She had to pull her pajama bottoms off, but she didn't undress either of them any further. He still wasn't completely ready, but she solved that dilemma pretty easily by grinding her hips into him for a couple of minutes. All she had to do from there was push her knickers to the side and pull his boxers down past his cock, and it was down to business.
Daphne had a couple of hours to kill, so she was in no real hurry to speed things along. She slowly sank down on him, and when she hit bottom she just stayed there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of having him inside of her. Then she leisurely rolled her hips, and after that got a bit boring, she raised back up to repeat the entire process.
Harry was content to stay on his back and let her control their leisurely pace, but even groggy, lazy and half-asleep, his hands were never going to be idle during sex. At first he simply rested his hands against her knicker-clad bum and gave it the occasional rub or slight squeeze, then they gently rubbed her back through her nightshirt. That actually felt pretty good. She made a mental note to ask him to give her a full-on massage when they got home, but it wasn't long before his hands went underneath the shirt and worked their way up to her breasts. No surprise there. She didn't usually wear a bra to bed, so he was able to grab onto and squeeze her bare breasts.
She rested her own hands against his chest as she rode him, rubbing his faded Gryffindor shirt. When she was on top for a slow ride she would usually dip down for plenty of kisses, but the possibility of morning breath (from either of them, or both) nixed that idea this time. Instead she lowered her head for the occasional suck or gentle nip against the side of his neck.
She kept up her methodical pace the entire way through, wanting to draw out her release for as long as possible, but eventually she found it anyway. She bit her lip, then decided to dive back in and bite his ear instead. Whether it was the slight pain of the bite, the feeling of her orgasm or a combination of both, Harry followed her soon thereafter, raising his hips off the bed for the first time and giving her breasts one last squeeze as he shot off inside of her.
She rolled off of him and got to her feet, discarding her knickers and walking to the wardrobe to grab a fresh pair. On her way back she took another look over at the clock. Still another half hour or so until she'd normally be getting up. She knew he was right, and they were both in for a seriously long and exhausting day. But hey, at least it started off on the right foot.
Characters or Pairing: Daphne/Harry
Word Count: 1061
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Day 8: Partially clothed sex
Her patience at an end, Daphne sat up, kicked the bed covers off of her and tossed her pillow onto the floor.
"Told you you shouldn't have eaten that last piece of cake," Harry mumbled from the other side of the bed. His eyes were still closed, but she'd been tossing and turning all night, so his sleep hadn't been much better than hers.
"Shut up, smart arse," she said. "This is at least as much your fault as it is mine."
"How do you figure?" he asked, now with one eye open and trained on her.
"If you'd told me you used the last of the Sleeping Draught, I would've brewed some more. Or maybe you could've brewed some yourself, if you weren't so lousy at potions."
"That's a cheap shot," he said. Both eyes were open now, and he sat up slightly in bed. "You know Snape had a grudge against me."
"Yes, well, all the more reason to let me know we were out of it then," she retorted. He groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face in his pillow. She sat there in silence for a few minutes, taking mercy on him. She wasn't honestly angry with him, and her insomnia was no reason to deprive him of his own sleep.
"Bugger," he said, his voice muffled by the pillow. Then he rolled back over, tucked his hands beneath his head and opened his eyes. "What time is it, anyway?" She looked over at the clock beside the bed.
"It's a little after 4:30," she supplied, drawing a groan from her husband.
"Well I'm not making it back to sleep now, so I guess we're just going to lay here for two hours until it's time to get up and start getting ready for work," he said. "Tomorrow sure will be fun."
"It's technically today now," she pointed out. That was apparently the wrong thing to say, because his groan was louder than the first one. She sympathized, because she wasn't looking forward to sorting out accidental splinching on no sleep. But then she got a great idea. "Hey, since we aren't going to be able to fall back asleep anyway, and we've got a couple of hours to kill..."
She scooted back underneath the bed covers and slid her hand over, rubbing his crotch through his boxers.
"Really?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "You seriously want to do that now, two hours before we've gotta get up and go to work, after we didn't get any sleep? Do you have any idea how much tomorrow will suck?"
"Today," she reminded him cheekily, continuing to rub him. She could feel his body beginning to respond to her touch. "And hey, it's already going to suck anyway, so why don't we just have some fun while we can?" He seemed to think about it for a second, then shrugged his shoulders.
"Fuck it; maybe I'll be able to use my paperwork as a pillow and sleep at my desk," he said, making her chuckle. "I don't have much energy though, so don't expect my usual performance."
"Don't worry about it. In fact, just leave everything to me. You know when you're so tired that you can't even fall asleep? That's where I'm at now."
He didn't object, so she pulled the covers off of him and got on top. She had to pull her pajama bottoms off, but she didn't undress either of them any further. He still wasn't completely ready, but she solved that dilemma pretty easily by grinding her hips into him for a couple of minutes. All she had to do from there was push her knickers to the side and pull his boxers down past his cock, and it was down to business.
Daphne had a couple of hours to kill, so she was in no real hurry to speed things along. She slowly sank down on him, and when she hit bottom she just stayed there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of having him inside of her. Then she leisurely rolled her hips, and after that got a bit boring, she raised back up to repeat the entire process.
Harry was content to stay on his back and let her control their leisurely pace, but even groggy, lazy and half-asleep, his hands were never going to be idle during sex. At first he simply rested his hands against her knicker-clad bum and gave it the occasional rub or slight squeeze, then they gently rubbed her back through her nightshirt. That actually felt pretty good. She made a mental note to ask him to give her a full-on massage when they got home, but it wasn't long before his hands went underneath the shirt and worked their way up to her breasts. No surprise there. She didn't usually wear a bra to bed, so he was able to grab onto and squeeze her bare breasts.
She rested her own hands against his chest as she rode him, rubbing his faded Gryffindor shirt. When she was on top for a slow ride she would usually dip down for plenty of kisses, but the possibility of morning breath (from either of them, or both) nixed that idea this time. Instead she lowered her head for the occasional suck or gentle nip against the side of his neck.
She kept up her methodical pace the entire way through, wanting to draw out her release for as long as possible, but eventually she found it anyway. She bit her lip, then decided to dive back in and bite his ear instead. Whether it was the slight pain of the bite, the feeling of her orgasm or a combination of both, Harry followed her soon thereafter, raising his hips off the bed for the first time and giving her breasts one last squeeze as he shot off inside of her.
She rolled off of him and got to her feet, discarding her knickers and walking to the wardrobe to grab a fresh pair. On her way back she took another look over at the clock. Still another half hour or so until she'd normally be getting up. She knew he was right, and they were both in for a seriously long and exhausting day. But hey, at least it started off on the right foot.