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My Konstantine	By : LanaMariah Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four

When he arrived, she was already sitting on the edge of his white leather couch, one that was placed in the middle of his living room. Her hair, instead of the long white-blonde it had been only moments previous, was now a shocking shade of magenta that would have made him blanch had he noown own what he was going to get out of the deal.

Sex�and apparently lots of it.

�Took you long enough,� she said with an impish smile upon her glowing face. Her pale skin was reflecting the dim candles that were enchanted to light up when someone was present in the room, and Percy suddenly found himself quite thankful for the feature. The last time he had done anything like�like what he was about to do was with Penelope, and�

And he didn�t want to think about her right then. Or ever, really, if he were going to be completely honest with himself.

�Sorry,� he mumbled as he stared hungrily at her lounging figure, not really very sorry at all.

She watched him for a time, tapping her long fingers against the armrest of the couch. He stood mesmerized by her languorous body even as a clock somewhere nearby struck one o�clock in the morning.

�It�s getting late,� she murmured, lazily bringing her right hand up to touch the hollow of her collar bone. �Shall we go to bed?�

He didn�t need any more encouragement.

�If�if you want,� he squeaked and was immediately horrified. He was almost twenty-one years old, for fuck�s sake�he could have at least kept control of his voice.

She flashed a wicked grin. �I most certainly want, babes, I can guarantee you that.�

He shuddered slightly before slowly walking over to where she was. Once he was within reach, he offered her his hand and she took it, her soft skin sending shivers down his spine.

What was it with this woman? He had met many others who were, in ways, much prettier than she was, but her allure�he couldn�t help but want nothing more than to bury himself under the covers with her and never come out. If he were told that he could have to spend the rest of his life with her, alone or otherwise, he would die a happy man.

And he had just formally met her less than eight hours before.

When she was finally standing upright, he bravely slinked an arm around her waist and pulled her in close, enjoying the feeling of her soft body pressed up against his in a glaringly obvious contrast.

�Hard already?� she murmured wickedly, and he knew full-well that she had already been well aware of the power she held over him. She twisted her hips in a delightful way, grinding against his erection in a way that made him almost gasp with pleasure.

This already and they hadn�t even kissed.

That, he decided, must soon be remedied.

�Can�t help it,� he mumbled into her hair, his left hand finding its way down to the mound that was her arse. Noting her perfectioe ide idly wondered if this was actually her standing before him�her being her in her natural form, he amended. And then he decided he just didn�t care.

�So what are you going to do about it?� she whispered, her lips millimeters away from his earlobe.

He didn�t bother answering verbally. Instead, he turned his head so his lips were brushing up against her cheek, and when she pulled back ever so slightly, he maneuvered once more until he had captured her lips with his own.

When he got right down to it, his tongue had never touched anything that tasted as good as she did. As he lost himself in the flavor of her mouth, they managed to make their way through the living room and down the hall until they reached his bedroom. This was familiar territory, and he felt decidedly more comfortable there than he had back at Headquarters. Here, there were no siblings or fathers or mothers to walk in on them, and there was no Remus Lupin to smell the lingering scent of sex on their skin after they were through.

That, above all else, was what he was most thankful for.

When he shut the door, she pulled away from him unexpectedly and giggled, reminding him that she was only human�although, he mused, even goddesses laughed.

�What?� he murmured, too engrossed in her lips to really pay attention to what was going on anywhere else.

�Your room,� she said, giggling again. �It�s so bloody clean.�

He looked up and frowned slightly. Nineteen years of living with his mum had drilled into him good housekeeping skills, and it was against his nature to leave a bed untidy.

�Would you rather it was messy?� he asked, running his hand down the curve that was her side.

�No,� she whispered, brushing her lips against his once more. �We�ll be making it messy enough on our own.�

Delighted, he shivered at the prospect and, at the same time, hooked his thumbs onto the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled upwards. She moved wordlessly with him, and soon she was standing before him in a magenta bra, her worn jeans still hanging from her hips. He stared at her golden skin greedily, licking his lips as he allowed the shirt he was holding to drop from between his fingers.

A little mess was good every now and then, after all.

�I have matching knickers,� she murmured, stepping forward until her breasts were smashed up against his chest and her hips were pressed up against his.

�Really?� Percy replied, unable to tear his eyes away from hers. �Can I see?�

She laughed a loud, throaty laugh that made him harden even further. Instead of replying, however, she leaned forward and pressed her full lips against his, sending a shockwave of that something through him for what must have been the umpteenth time that night. Her hands somehow found their way up to his neck and his hair and oh

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