Burned By Heat

Part 3 : The Want

"We have to leave this bed," Neville insisted, trying to pull his hand from her grasp.

Pansy refused to let go, however, and just clung to him, trying to get him to stay.

"No, we could stay here forever, and just have sex and sleep and not deal with school, and-"

"You need to eat," he reminded, trying to roll her over onto her back. "I need to eat. We've been in here who knows how many days. They've probably sent a search party out for us."

"Everyone knows where we are," she said with a pout. "Well, not exactly where, but everyone knows what we're doing, and-"

"Exactly," he insisted, finally managing to get her onto her back so that he could climb back up between her thighs, and bend down to kiss her. "Let me show you off. Let me tell everyone that I got to spend my rut with you."

She liked the sound of that, but she liked the sound of him marking and mating her more. How many more days until his next rut?

"Can't you just go into rut again now?" she asked with a pout against his lips.

He pecked her lips again, then pushed himself up off the bed and began looking around in search of clothing. Right. They had... vanished those.

"We need clothes," Neville called out. "House elves? Room? Someone?"

Pansy laughed as she climbed off the bed, pulling the blankets with her. "Are you a wizard or not?"

He turned around and eyed her, standing there wrapped up in the deep burgundy blanket, and she smirked. "We can transfigure something out of the blankets.

He blinked, and then crossed the room to her, grabbing her by the hips as the blanket fell. "I want to see you in red with your lips painted the same color."

He kissed her again, and she...

He might just send her back into a heat, if he kept kissing her like this.

Ever since the end of their cycles had faded, it had been... different. He was different. Not in a bad way, just... playful. Smiling, and laughing. She knew that rutting would take the edge off, but before, the scent of her had terrified him, but now... now he seemed to revel in it.

She liked him like this. Confident. Self-assured. Smiling.

"Anything you want," she promised against his lips as he pulled away.

"Just want you," he murmured...

In a flash, her legs were back around his waist, and she was being carried back to the bed. He laid her out on it, his mouth going to her throat, her chest, downwards, her breasts, her stomach, until he was on his knees with her legs draped over his shoulders. He hadn't done this the entire time they were losing their minds, and she wanted to know if he even knew what he was doing...

"Show me what to do," he insisted against the glands of her inner thighs. "Teach me how to please you."

She didn't really have an answer for that - her experiences were limited, not that she was going to tell him, but she did know how to get herself off. Still... "Let's figure it out together."

His fingers began touching, and she gasped as she felt him begin to spread her, learning her, tasting her... So different from the heat, but better. She felt more in control of herself, more alert, more aware, more-

"Can I help you?" she snapped, looking at the door to see a bag being tossed into the room.

It was a girl's hand, at least, but there was no answer as the door shut once more.