The Fallout by EveryThursday (reposted)

Thirteen

Day: 1237; Hour: 20

"I heard you didn't fuck up a mission for once."

"Oh, piss off."

He gives her a suspicious look when she smiles as she says it, the reminder of the success resurfacing her happiness. She knows that he can't know the details of it, but just that it's going around enough for him to know that the victory was in part to her leadership pleased her.

"It wasn't my plan." She feels as if she shouldn't take the credit for that.

"What a surprise," he drawls, in a tone reminiscent of their old Potions professor.

She gives him a sharp look now, which makes him look more settled, and he moves his bowl of peanuts away from her the moment she lifts her hand to take one. "Don't you know how to share?"

"No."

"Only child complex, then."

"Or... I just don't want your greedy little hand touching things I'm about to put in my mouth."
She raises an eyebrow at him. "Well, it's not like you..."

She trails off, deciding not to go there because it will likely embarrass her too much. He turns his head to look at her, popping a peanut into his mouth, and by the lift at the corner of his lips she knows he figured out what she was going to say anyway.

"Not like I what?"

"Never mind."

"Finish your sentence."

"No. I'm in a good mood, Malfoy, don't ruin it."

"You're the one who started the rebuttal --- all I want is for you to finish it."

"And all I want is to not, and since this is my mouth and my vocal chords, I guess I'm not going to."

"Do you put your hands on yourself? Hmm? In the places I put my mouth?"

"What? Look, I--"

"Masturbation, Granger. Do you masturbate?"

She flames red. "I am not talking about this with you."

"Why not? If there's anything you should be comfortable with me about now, it's sex."

"Well I'm not. So shut up."

"Granger."

"No."

"No, you don't, or no, you're not answering?" She ignores him, staring hard at the make-up infomercial they have been watching for twenty minutes now. "Show me."

"What?" She knows this is only going to get worse when he licks the salt off his lips and puts down his bowl, turning toward her on the couch.

"Show me how you get off when I'm not around." He licks the salt from his fingers now, long, slim digits, fingertips brushing over his tastebuds.

"But you are around!" she stutters.

He smirks. "We can get to that part later. For now, we'll pretend you're alone in--"

"No. I'm not comfortable doing that, Malfoy, and I'm not going to."

He pushes his tongue into his cheek, studying her for a moment. He stands then, grabbing the arms of the recliner and pulling it directly in front of her, the coffee table separating them. She watches him curiously; unaware of what he is doing until he begins to unbutton his pants.

"Malfoy! There are... people here."

"It's late, and no one is awake but us."

"But..." She trails off, watching as he shoves his boxers and trousers down to his calves, half hard as he takes a seat. "Still."