Lemon Grass and Sleep

NEEDS MUST STILL BE MET

The halls were back to their typical buzz of gossip and talking with their chilly self. With winter on its way, icy breezes climbed up the island and wound their ways through the walls. The fireplaces around the castle roared, and students gathered in common areas and the library to keep warm, away from the open aired corridors of the castle.

It had been mere days since the announcing of the champions, and likewise Fred and I's disagreement. We hadn't spoken a word to each other, with both Glinda and George trying their best to convince us to make up.

It was just after the last class of the day when he had approached me in the library. Originally, I had been completely caught off guard because of a silent agreement that we were both extremely pissed and didn't want to talk to each other.

"I'm getting blue balled," he had muttered, cutting right to the chase.

"I don't see how that's my problem," I replied tightly.

"Oh, I'm sure you do," he leaned down on the table, "And I'm sure you're having the same problem."

Rather than admit out loud that, maybe, I perhaps was, I just looked him dead in the eye. Wordlessly, I packed up my books and moved to follow beside him as he walked a familiar path to a familiar part of the castle. Our heated argument the other day was still fresh on my mind, and I felt myself get angry just thinking about it. The two of us were the type to hold a grudge, and I could feel Fred's irritation radiate off him in waves.

The gray door appeared like clockwork and we entered wordlessly, and I stayed facing away from him as I let my satchel slide off my shoulder and onto the floor. The fireplace met my eyes with a roaring intensity. The flames danced back and forth, licking the walls of the pit as the smoke ran its way up the chimney.

Fred snaked his arms around my waist and placed a hot kiss on my neck, and I tilted my head almost instinctually as I felt him pull away just to leave more along my exposed skin. It felt like my body was betraying my mind as the beat blossomed through my body and made my mind foggy.

He pulled my robe off from around my shoulders, my arms moving to let it fall off me onto the floor. I continued to stare into the fire as I felt his hands go down to my belt buckle and slowly undo it, pulling the leather from around my body.

"Come," he mumbled, grabbing my wrist and pulling me away from the warmth and toward the bed.

I noticed the candles and flowers were gone.

My mind was numb with acceptance, following his wordless instructions to get this over with. I crawled up onto the bed, turning and sitting to face him. Fred pushed me back and I let myself fall, gently bouncing on the mattress as he leaned his knee into the space between my legs.

This time as he loosened his tie I didn't feel much at all. My wrists were tightly tied together, almost enough to hurt, and I glared at his face as I watched him reach up to tie the other end to the headboard.

"Don't look at me like that," he mumbled.

"Like what?" I replied.

"Like you hate me."

My eyes drifted down, scanning over Fred's body hovering above me. He'd already taken off his belt and sweater without me noticing, but I had been pretty zoned out before. Just like I had expected, my body was betraying me a little as Fred continued going through the motions we would normally eagerly do.

I flinched against the feeling of him kissing along my neck and running his hand down my shirt, brushing his fingers over the buttons before slowly unbuttoning them. That feeling of being hot and sticky started overwhelming me as Fred took his time undressing me.

"Mh," I whimpered as Fred palmed my boner through my trousers. My feeble attempt of covering up my mouth was quickly stopped when I realized that my hands had been tied to the bedpost much shorter than usual, keeping them far above my head.

Nothing could muffle the noises the escaped me as Fred quickly discarded my clothes and began to work his hand around me.

It had been days since me and Fred had even talked civilly, let alone did anything like this. My sensitivity was off the charts, and at just the sensation of Fred's hand there were tears collecting in my eyes.

"Ah, mm," I pressed my lips together tightly, squeezing my eyes shut as I felt that familiar climax hit me harshly. I was left panting afterward as Fred climbed off the bed, walking over to his satchel to get the bottle.

Again, against my mood my body got excited at the sound of the plastic cap opening. Fred almost looked pleased as he watched my reaction. My mind was surrounded in a weird haze, and I briefly wondered if this was what a love potion felt like.

"You know you need to relax," he muttered into my ear as he hovered over me once more. "This won't go well if you don't."

My body jolted and I closed the eye by the ear he spoke into as I felt his voice's impact on my body. The coldness shocked me and I choked on air as I felt Fred's finger slip in directly after.

"Ngh," I threw my head back and tightened my interlocked fingers against the waves of pleasure caused by Fred finding my pleasure spot almost instantly--and then immediately abusing it. I could feel his stare as he watching me writhe and squirm underneath him.

"You know," he continued talking, "I think you once asked me why I always get you off first."

My mind could barely register the words he spoke as my eyes rolled back in my head as another orgasm his me hard enough for tears to collect and spill over onto my cheeks.

"It's because seeing you like this is so enjoyable for me," his gravelly, low voice spoke right beside my ear.

"Shut up," I bit out breathily, grimacing as I realized Fred was already repositioning himself.

He leaned down and captured my lips in a kiss, tilting his head to the left as he dipped his tongue into my mouth and moved his hips forward. My hands gripped the metal bedpost tightly, the frigid coldness seeping into my hands painfully.

"Hah," I cried out against his lips as he started moving, and I felt his wrists pressing into my sides as he braced himself against the mattress.

My arms struggled against the tie as the pleasure became too much to bear, and I laid there trembling as Fred continued after my third climax, rushing toward his own.

There was no usual speaking into my ear, or praises or anything like that, and I felt a few extra tears of sadness and frustration trickle out of the corner of my eye. I wonder if he noticed that I don't usually cry this much, but I doubt it.

As much as I craved this intimacy with Fred, this isn't how I enjoyed it. I wanted the mixture of teasing and gentleness, not this horrible limbo we had confined ourselves to.

But I wanted an apology first.

The aftercare was bland, again we just went through the motions. Fred untying me, rubbing his fingers loosely along my wrists to soothe them. I laid there limply, zoned out on the wall as he cleaned me up, neither of us interested in interacting with each other at all.

"Don't think I'm not still furious with you," I coldly said as I got dressed in my clothes afterward.

"Yeah, likewise," he responded just as meanly.

We didn't say anything else, and I listened to him leave the room. My body crumpled forward as the feeling of being used crept over me, and I felt all my pushed back tears come hurtling forward.