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22 July 2014 @ 10:41 pm
Leigh!fic | World Cup Fever (1/1) | Marcus Flint/Katie Bell  
Title: World Cup Fever (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Marcus Flint/Katie Bell
Rating: R
Word Count: 410
Summary: Marcus and Katie celebrate the Quidditch World Cup.
Author’s Notes: This was written for last week's drabble posting at hp_humpdrabbles using this photo as the main prompt. I wrote this drabble in the same universe as The Ink Under My Skin, though this particular piece is set after the events of that story. You don't need to read it to enjoy the drabble, though. :)

The foyer better resembled a closet victimized by an Erumpent horn. Clothes were scattered everywhere; two delicate high heeled shoes, one tipped over, rested on the bottom step. A man's crisp, white button down shirt half hid a basic red sheath dress mid-way up the stairs. A lacy bra was draped haphazardly over the newel post.

Parts of two outfits, a man and a woman's. A scene of passion, punctuated by the two people gasping at the top of the stairs.

"Merlin," Katie breathed on an exhale, running her fingers through Marcus's long, dark locks as he pressed his face between her breasts, "Who'd have thought the World Cup would make you that randy?"

Her lover chuckled, the action sending vibrations across her skin. "Bell, I'm shagging one of three starting Chasers for England's squad. You know how fucking sexy that is?" Leaning back, his arms banded around her waist and drew her back so she was half-lying on top of him. His trousers were still around his ankles, Katie's knickers wedged around her knees. What sort of man would have been able to make it to the bedroom when such a bounty was his to partake in?

His vixen smiled and wiggled against him, making herself comfortable. "Mmmm, it's lucky Lucy was at her friend's house. We might have scarred her for life."

Marcus smirked. His hand slipped between them to cup a rounded breast, his fingertips needing the flesh languidly. "You're probably right." Ignoring her rebuttal -- "I'm always right" -- he pinched her nipple lightly, and his smirk grew at her little gasp. "Might traumatize her to see her sporting idol riding her big brother like a broomstick."

Katie's eyes narrowed in challenge, and her lips twitched. She shifted against him and pressed her thigh between his legs, humming in pleasure at the feeling of him growing firm beneath her once more. "Like a broomstick, huh?"

He grunted in affirmation, closing his eyes when her leg was replaced by her hot little hand. Fingers wrapped around him, moving up and down with sure strokes -- she knew how to make him ache with want, the need to fuck her once more running strong. "Better than 'at," he rasped.

"That's what I thought." Pouty lips trailed nibbling kisses across his jaw until she reached his ear, her tongue flicking out to tease the lobe. "Flint?"


"Fuck me again. Captain's orders."

Rozarkathimble_kiss on August 10th, 2014 08:51 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'm late to this, but I just adore it — a surprise bonus smut scene for one of my fave fics! ♥ I love how affectionate and cheeky they are with each other, full of high spirits (or the aftermath of high spirits). And Marcus's gruffly good-natured masculinity is still so effing hot, as is the fact that he is so totally into his successful, feisty, accomplished girlfriend. :D
Leigh: HP!RPG: Katie Bellleigh_adams on August 30th, 2014 08:20 pm (UTC)
HEEEEE. I'm not gonna lie, I thought of you while I was writing this. I'm so glad you liked it! :D