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AN: Heavily inspired by HP locker room sex artwork by glockgal (http://www.doyourthing.org/glock/main.html), and my own love for the Terence Higgs/Alicia Spinnet ship, this little smut bunny hopped into my brain and refused to go away. Many, many thanks to my loffly friend, Angylinni, who beta�d this for me. **worships** Enjoy, readers of smut, and please do let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I no own, yadda yadda, so on and so forth. If this is on a fanfiction site, then you DO realize I don�t own the characters, right? Good. I knew you were intelligent. ^_^

~*~ Fastidire: To Loathe ~*~

Alicia had always been fairly tolerant with Slytherins. Katie might have been a bit intimidated by them, and Angelina against them with a fiery passion that was backed by their twin red-headed friends... but Alicia was usually the one who let things go. She'd never agree with a Slytherin. Oh, THAT would never do. But she never hated them.
Until today.
"It's all your fault."
She stared as Terence pouted. Yes, pouted; the lad never scowled or did anything that would truly mar his handsome features. When he was upset or angry, he still looked endearing... a fact that irked Alicia to no end.
"What, do you think I'm happy I only tied the bloody game?? We should have won!" she snapped in reply.
They were standing outside of the Ravenclaw lockoom,oom, both sans robes, but still in their Quidditch uniforms and protective gear. Terence had the audacity to smirk, glad he at least ruined what the Gryffindors had hoped would be an easy victory ever since Malfoy came down with that magical flu. He also took some satisfaction that Spinnet's points had been hard won: her hair was wind-blown and her bangs kept getting her in her eyes or fell against her flushed cheeks, sweat coating her skin, her scarlet jersey a rumpled mess.
And he ignored the little voice in his head that said even after a taxing Quidditch match, she still looked good enough to eat.
"S'not my fault that Potter was so careless. Just because I'm the reserve Seeker now doesn't mean I'm not a threat anymore."
"Well, it should have," she growled.
His eyes narrowed a fraction as he advanced upon her slightly. "Careful Spinnet. That tongue of yours could get you into a lot of trouble some day. Besides, it's solely YOUR fault that we didn't win. You just couldn't let Bletchley knock you out of the air, could you?"
Alicia snorted, crossing her arms and standing him down. "I should say not! Besides, I rather like being a pain in your arse." Which wasn't exactly true, but if she managed to get under his skin, it would be worth it.
He let out his breath in a hiss. "Such a little Gryffindork. You almost beg for trouble to come and pay you a visit."
"Shut your mouth!" she snarled, teeth bared like an angered lioness.
"Why should I? I rather like being a pain in your arse," he echoed. His grin was wicked and naughty.
She didn't like the way he was leaning so close to her... at least that's what she was trying to convince herself. Ignoring the way her pulse began to race, her chest moved faster with each breath. "Arrogant git. I hate you."
"Is that all you can say?" Terence arched a mocking eyebrow. "You have no idea how much I loathe you, Spinnet. Bet you think you're pretty clever, sliding that last ten-pointer in before I could win the game. But next time, don't expect to be on your broom for very long, 'cause every player on Slytherin will be bent on knocking you off your broom."
Her head rose proudly. "I'd love to see them try. You DO realize if they're all so busy trying to get ME, Katie and Angie will be wide open to score all they like. Then we won't have to worry about you. That is if Harry doesn't make a fool of you like he did four years ago."
He came close... not quite a scowl, but pretty damn close: she'd touched a nerve. "Watch it, Spinnet," he growled.
"When I have something to worry about, I will," she snapped.
"You'd find I can be very dangerous when I want to be."
"Ha! You? Snowball's chance in... HEY!"
She'd been so caught up in their heated exchange and battle of words that when he sudy gry gripped her arm and dragged her, she wasn't ready and was thrown off balance as he muttered a password and shoved her into the Ravenclaw locker room. Landing in a heap on the hard tiled floor, Alicia only had a moment to bless the leather that protected her hands and knees before the door snapped shut. A dull, magical glow from the lamps on the wall was all the light they had to see by.
Next thing she knew, Alicia felt hands on her waist and legs and she was spun roughly onto her back, the wind knocked out of her as she collided with the floor. Before she could regain her breath to curse him out or yell for help... his lips pressed hard against hers.
For a moment, Terence was sure he had gone insane. He knew the password to all the locker rooms but the Gryffindor one... but he'd never shagged any of the female players on that team. Indeed, the woman beneath him now was the first Gryff he had ever dared to touch. Sure, he and his mates had often joked, even fantasized about bedding one of the fiery lasses... but they were the enemy. The other side.
Yet he couldn't help himself as his lips claimed hers, a hand cupping her head so she couldn't turn away. At first, he justified himself in that she had asked for it: she had dismissed his claim, so here he was about to prove he could be very dangerous in his own way. But his subconscious wouldn't let him get away with that lie. It knew he wanted her... wanted to not only share in the passion and fire in her eyes... he wanted to feed it.
Part of him was impressed by how she continued to fight him, even as her soft lips moved against his own. Her body writhed and her legs twisted, her hips bucking to get him off where he was crouched over her. The movements only excited him further. She was being stubborn however, not opening her lips to him, her fingers clawing at his jumper. Alright then, if that's how she wanted to play it...
Alicia's eyes snapped open as she willed herself not to gasp: his free hand was burrowing underneath her scarlet top, fingertips grazing against the tight skin of her stomach. She stilled only for a moment, but it was enough for Terence. Pushing her jersey up till it was nearly at her shoulders, he cupped her right breast still bound in a simple white bra. He stroked a thumb right over where the nipple would be and not only did he feel it harden underneath the material, but he finally coaxed a gasp from her.
The minute she made the mistake of parting her lips, Alicia knew she was doomed. His tongue plundered her mouth, sweeping into the hot cavern and not leaving a single corner unexplored. For half a moment, she considered going back to struggling, and perhaps biting his invading tongue. She quickly dismissed the idea when he brought hers, lying dormant in the bottom of her mouth, to life with his own. Lips parted further as they swallowed each other's moans, tongues entwined.
When she pulled back to regain some air, he murmured something she couldn't make out. Then his mouth covered hers again and she was content to not worry about it... until she felt the scrape of leather and calloused fingers against a suddenly bare breast.
He had magicked her bra away.
Terence jerked his head away and heard the clack of her teeth meeting, just missing his tongue. "Easy, lioness," he teased, smirking. When she snarled and opened her mouth to bombard him with an angry tirade, his hand snaked up and covered it. Alicia shook her head wildly trying to dislodge it, but he kept it firmly in place, using the pressure to make her eyes meet his. "Shhh baby. You'll like this."
Alicia cursed the leather protecting his hand from her teeth. The goddamn arsehole had spelled her bra away to Merlin knew where, (probably inside one of the lockers for a lad to find at the next practice, the sadistic bastard,) and then covered her mouth like she was some unruly child, and now his face had disappeared from her field of vision and he was going to...
Oh... OH!

The Slytherin grinned against the soft flesh of the breast he had cupped earlier. He swept over the tender skin with tongue again before placing a soft, almost reverent kiss on the distended peak. She began to relax... but then it was as though she knew he was trying to seduce her, and her anger sprung back to life. Squirming violently, Terence found it increasingly difficult to keep her somewhat suppressed. Her height was very close to his, and like most Quidditch players no matter what their sex, she was no weakling.
So he decided to get her attention.
Her cry was muffled behind his hand as he bit down on her breast, not too hard, but hard enough to shock her. When her shifting promised another struggle, he nipped a little harder, and she stilled, whimpering. Lifting his head, he removed his hand from her mouth and asked, "Will you behave now, little Gryffindor?"
Her only answer was a pained moan.
He responded with long strokes of his tongue, brushing his lips over the bite to soothe the reddened skin. Against her will, a sigh escaped her as he continued to lave attention on her breast. He then traced a wet trail with his tongue down the soft mound, across the valley between, and over to her other breast. There he continued to heap plenty of oral attention, a hand coming up to cup it to his mouth. Latching on to the underside of the breast, he sucked strongly, and she groaned throatily in response. Part of him took pleasure in the idea of her taking a shower later today to find his mark in such an intimate place.

'Explain THAT to your mates,' he thought, delighting even further in the thoughts of Bell or Johnson's reactions to finding out e she she had gotten a hickey and from whom.
Alicia found herself drowning in the sensations coursing through her. She knew Slytherins had clever tongues, but she was discovering that it wasn't just when it came to words. Heat and desire was fast pooling between her legs. She hadn't even realized that her thighs had been gradually creeping up his hips, holding him tight against her. Not until he wedged a hand between them and cupped the apex of her thighs, his middle finger rubbing up and down against the material covering her sex.
When he finally lifted his head, he was panting slightly, and she saw a twinkle of masculine pride in his eyes when he saw the dazed, drugged look in her own. "See? In my own way, I am quite the dangerous man, am I not Spinnet?"
She only groaned as he gave her breast another gentle squeeze. Satisfied that he had proven his point, (and promising himself a very, very cold shower,) Terence started to rise to his knees. If he didn't stop now, he wasn't sure if he'd have the willpower to stop later and keep himself from shagging her senseless. Slytherins did NOT mix with Gryffindors... despite his sudden longing to change that. She was quite the responsive little witch, and he was curious to see how far they could go. But he'd dallied long enough. His mates were probably wondering where he was.
He started to roll to his feet.
"Oh no you don't."
Terence had often admired how strong Alicia was on the pitch, able to fend off rough blows and send the Quaffle halfway across the expanse to an awaiting teammate. Now he experienced her strength first hand as an arm wrapped around his waist and dragged him down, forcing his weight upon her, but her frame handling it easily.
"What kind of Slytherin are you? You're supposed to be the thorough ones, yet here you are, about to leave what you've already started?" Her tone was mocking, only a note away from sarcasm, before it turned into an angry, threatening hiss. "Don't you dare leave me like this."
"Like what, luv?" he asked sweetly. He wanted to hear her say it... say how much he had turned her on, how hot and wet she was for him. A smirk spread his lips as she flushed slightly, her tongue stuck on the words.
The smirk however, challenged helentlently, and gazing into his eyes steadily, she replied, "Like this."
He hadn't even felt her arm move before she jerked his own jumper up, shimmying down until her head was level with his chest and... "Shit!" Terence almost collapsed in shock as he felt her mouth close over a flat nipple, her tongue moving against the salty flesh and her teeth scraping gently. He found himself unable to move, staring at the tiled wall in front of him as her lips circled kisses around his chest before latching onto the other nipple with the same enthusiasm. He almost didn't even notice one of her hands undoing his corduroys and shoving his boxers out of her way.

Almost.

"Spinnet, wha-aaaaaah!" His hips began to move as her hand found his hardening cock, fingers wrapping around the length and moving up and down, stroking the hot flesh. Her mouth never left his chest, even when her fingers stopped stroking to graze the tip of his erection, smearing the pre-cum over the head. Terence had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out anymore than he already had.
And as suddenly as she had begun, Alicia stopped. Grinning wickedly, she shoved herself against the floor until she once again eye level with him, quite pleased to see his eyes glazed over with lust. "Like that," she clarified, chest heaving. �Do you really think you can just walk away now that we BOTH feel like that?�
He stared at her for what felt like forever before he whispered, �Hell no.�
It became a scramble of shoving trousers out of the way and all but ripping knickers down as far as their protective gear would let them. Vaguely, they both realized that it would be a lot easier if they took the time to take their pads and clothing off, but both were too eager, lust-driven to waste such precious time.
Terence yanked her jumper up again and suckled on one of her breasts as he buried a finger in her now exposed pussy, wanting to make sure she was ready for him. The wet heat that pooled around the digit told him she was. Slipping the finger back out, he raised his head so she could see him suck the juices off of it. He was rewarded with an excited gasp. �I�m going to enjoy fucking you, Spinnet,� he purred.
Her hips gave an impatient roll. �Then what are you waiting for, Higgs? Hurry up and fuck me!�
She didn�t need to say it twice.
Both players moaned as he managed to slide his cock inside her dripping pussy, the passage made tight by the taut confines of her corduroys caught at her knees. They paused for a moment, fighting for control as they were both dangerously close to the edge.
After a few moments, she began to shift restlessly. "I can't move my legs," she whimpered, wanting to spread them so he could get deeper inside of her.
He grinned at her consternation and glided his tongue along her throat, making her gasp. "I like you this way..." he husked. "You feel so tight... and you're so helpless." Terence chuckled as she glared at him. "Hush, baby... let me do the work.�
She was about to protest when he withdrew his cock and then slammed it back into her depths, causing her to release a cross between a gasp and a scream. The restraint of her trousers made her pussy tight and the friction of him driving into her was absolutely delicious. Well, alright... if he wanted to do all the work, then she�d let him. Leaning back against the floor, her fingers scrabbled for purchase between the tiles as he began to pump with a steady rhythm in and out of her slick folds.
�That�s it,� he said huskily. �Just enjoy the ride while I fuck this hot pussy of yours.�
The air of the locker room became filled with moans and gasps, punctuated by the sounds of kisses and the pounding of hot, sweat-soaked bodies against one another. Alicia found a small part of her wondering if he hadn�t hexed her with a lust spell when she hadn�t been looking. Here she was, half naked, lying on the floor of another team�s locker room, (she�d have to ask how in Merlin�s name he knew the Ravenclaw�s password,) having incredibly intense sex with none other but a Slytherin. Oh, if Oliver could see her now...
But a naughty part of her reveled in the change of pace. Gryffindor boys were too goody-two-shoes for this sort of thing. At least most of them at any rate. Ditto with Hufflepuff lads. Ravenclaws... perhaps there was an adventurous few among them, but they tended to be a bit straight laced. Ah, but Slytherins were clever wicked, and as far as she had seen, open to just about anything.
A slip of an idea began to worm its way into her brain, one that refused to go away until, recalling who was currently fucking her, she had a feeling he might not exactly protest her request. �Higgs...� she whispered before she panted the rest, too breathless to raise her voice any farther.
Terence�s arms trembled with the effort to keep himself elevated above her; if he tried to lean down to hear what she was panting he�d never be able to get back up. �What?� he gasped, feeling her muscles give a particularly tight squeeze.
The gasp became a groan as her sex clenched even tighter around him in her effort to lean up, and she gripped the neck of his green and gray jumper hard and yanked. His arms locked ramrod straight and Alicia managed to pull herself up so that her lips parted right next to his ear. And finally he was able to make out what she had been trying to say:
�Take me against the wall.�
Terence�s hips screeched to a halt like the emergency brakes on the Hogwarts Express. Buried deep inside of her, he looked down with an incredulous expression across his face. He wasn�t hallucinating, right? She� Lady Gryffindork Spinnet hadn�t just asked� and in a way had been begging for him to�
But there she was, once again lying beneath him, her scarlet jumper now just barely covering her heaving chest, her short hair wild and looking wind-blown against the sky-blue tiles of the floor, and her eyes brimming with lust. Her thighs were no longer clamping but had sagged back, and he knew it wasn�t from weariness. Just as her lungs heaved with effort, he knew that they also did with excitement.
She wanted him to get up and�
Well, damn� who was he to disappoint a lady?
A feral grin spread across his lips and he roughly jerked back. She gave a soft cry, his sudden movements surprising her� but then she only had the chance to gasp as he rolled back onto his haunches, grabbing her still padded arm and yanking her up after him.
Once they were both on their feet, knickers and corduroys pooled on top of their knee guards, Terence spun her about and tugged her jersey up over her breasts, pressing her against the cold surface of the lockers.
�Ah!� A deliciously icy shock shivered through her as her nipples met the metal, along with the edges of her ribs, her hip bones, and the tops of her sweat-soaked thighs. His body, hot and demanding, pressed tightly against her, such a contrast to the cold touch. The insides of her thighs were dripping wet, as was his incredibly hard erection which ground impatiently into her backside.
�Is this what you want, Spinnet?� he hissed in her ear.
�Yes," she panted, arching her back and pushing even more tightly against him as he left her no room to move. Her breasts being pressed further against the lockers was driving her insane, as was the undulating of his hips against her. A low keen burst from her throat when his clever fingers glided over the swell of her hip to delve into her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it mercilessly.
�How do you want it?� he asked, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. �Slow? Gentle? Or hard� hard and fast��
Alicia was practically sobbing with need as his fingers drove her closer and closer to the edge� only to stop and pull her just far enough back that he could tease her again. She wanted him to end it; she wanted him to fling her off that cliff before jumping after her.
She wanted to enjoy that fall.
�I can�t hear you,� he growled as she whimpered her reply.
Louder, she pleaded, �Hard and fast.�
�Like this?�
She wasn�t ready for the sudden retreat of his fingers, the bruising grip on her waist, and the sharp thrust of his cock back inside her quivering pussy. Crying out, her legs stretched as far as they could go, trying to extend the length of his thrust. Resting her burning cheek against the cool locker, she breathed, �Oh, fuck yes��
Her body tensed as she felt his breath hot on the back of her neck. �Hmmm� fuck and yes� my two favorite words.� His teeth scraped against her skin as his shoulders pulled back, his hips pressed hard against her ass. Still nipping, he began to pump roughly in and out of her, reveling in the sound of her moans and the feel of her tight pussy.
�More,� she begged, one hand braced on the lockers while the other shackled to his wrist and brought his hand to her breast, clamping on it to show him what she wanted.
Terence couldn�t remember ever being so turned on, so hard. Normally when he shagged a bird, she did everything she could to please him: his reputation was infamous and most skirts in their right mind knew they were in for a treat if he picked them to grace his bed. They were lucky and did everything they could to show their appreciation.
Not Alicia Spinnet.
Here he had been, thinking he was in control as he teased her with words and touches, but the whole time she was getting what he
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