Sabrina ; The next generation

Sixty-six

Mature content

At lunch, I met Naomi in the Slytherin common room where she had gathered together some sandwiches.

She sat on the sofa when I walked in after saying the password. She didn't notice me at first, being too caught up in some book she was writing in.

"Whatcha doing?" I grinned and she jumped before turning to watch me lean over the back of the sofa.

"Fucking hell Sabrina, what—" she stopped speaking as her eyes dropped to my cheek.

"Oh..." I muttered and quickly raised my hand to my cheek.

"Who the fuck did that?" She asked and got on her knees, dropping the book and the pen.

She grasped at the side of my neck, pulling me closer and turning my head to one side so she could look at the bruise Theodore's palm had left.

"I will fucking kill whoever did that." She said and glanced between my eyes and the bruise. "Who hit you? What happened? Sabrina."

"Babe..." I laughed, placing my hand on hers. "...I'm okay. It's nothing."

"It's not nothing, Breena. Who was it?"

"Theodore." I told her. "But it's taken care of so you don't have to worry."

She kept studying the bruise until I leaned in and kissed her. It distracted her from the worry that was so obvious on her face.

She ran her hand into my thick hair, tugging on it as she kissed me back, and when we broke away from each other, we were both out of breath.

"Have you got anymore Oxy?" I whispered against her jaw, placing a kiss on her neck. "For the nerves..."

"I do." She whispered, tilting her head to one side, giving me more access. "Do you think it's a good idea though? Addiction runs in your family."

I hummed.

"But I'm not biologically related to anyone in my family, am I?" I pulled back and looked at her, licking my lips. "It's just for the nerves, Omi. Theodore's got me so fucking angry and I need to calm down."

She sighed and tilted her head, chewing on her bottom lip, and I cupped her jaw, brushing my thumb over her lip to release it from her teeth.

"I'm not giving you Oxy." She said and I groaned, falling limp against the sofa. "But I have some Xanax for my anxiety. I can give you one. It'll help you relax."

She stood up and I smiled as I watched her disappear down the hallway to the girls dormitories.

I walked around the sofa and dropped down on it, waiting for her to come back.

When she did, she opened her palm towards me, revealing one small pill.

"Thank you." I smiled cheekily and went to take it when she closed her hand. My eyes flicked to hers.

"Addiction in families isn't just about genetics. You grew up in a family where people got addicted. Your uncle, your brother... your mother's been addicted too, but to alcohol." She said. "It's not always about genetics. This is the last fucking thing I'm giving you... except from weed, but that's only on occasions, yeah?"

I nodded carefully and she opened her hand, letting me take the pill and swallow it.

Naomi joined me on the sofa again and I leaned in, smiling as I placed a hand on her thigh.

"Thank you." I whispered against her neck. She visibly rolled her eyes which caused me to chuckle against her skin.

"It's only cause I love you."

I gasped, kissing her neck again.

"Oh you love me, do ya?" I teased, sliding my hand up and down her thigh.

She leaned back on the sofa, her head tilted back as I sucked bruises into her skin.

"Fuck, yes I do." She whispered, placing her hand on top of mine, sliding her fingers between mine before bringing my hand further up and between her thighs.

"We're in the common room." I whispered with a smirk, knowing that neither of us gave a fuck. "Are you sure you want to do this here, baby?"

"Shut up." She muttered, guiding my hand to right where she needed me.

I took control and she removed her hand from mine, clutching the pillow on the sofa as I slid my fingers into her knickers.

"Oh shit you're so fucking wet." I gasped in fake surprise and Naomi moaned as I slid my fingers through her folds. "Why are you so wet, Omi? Huh?"

"Can you just shut the fuck up and make me co— oh!" She gasped and bucked her hips against me as I slid my middle finger into her, immediately curling them against her g-spit which caught her by surprise.

"What were you saying?" I asked, sliding my ring finger into her as well.

As I fingered her, she clamped a hand over her mouth, but I removed it and caught her lips with mine to drown out the sounds she made.

My thumb found her clit and as I started rubbing in circles around it, her legs shook slightly.

Naomi wasn't used to getting fingered. She fingered me at times but other than that, we mostly just went down on each other, using only our tongues.

"Were you this wet before I started kissing you?" I teased. "Was it the bruise, huh?"

She turned her head and looked at me, her eyebrows in a frown of frustration and her lips swollen and parted.

"Do you like how a bruise looks on me?" I asked, and she nodded slightly, keeping eye contact with me. "I knew it. So fucking dirty."

My other hand grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at me before I leaned in and kissed her again.

It only took a couple of minutes for her to come, her thighs shaking on either side of my hand.

I was smirking this entire time, carefully pulling my fingers out of her and out of her knickers.

I brought them to my mouth, sucking them clean while keeping eye contact with her.

She was breathing heavily, laughing as she shook her head.

"I'm dirty?" She asked as I very thoroughly sucked my fingers.

I smiled at her and then leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"I love you too, Omi." I whispered. "I don't think I've ever been this crazy about something."

She reached up and pushed some of my hair out of my face.

"Not even Hannah Grace?"

I smirked and shook my head, leaning in to kiss her again while my hand ran down to rest against her waist.

I could feel the heat radiate off of her body, even through her uniform, and it felt nice.

She always felt nice against my skin.

"Not even Hannah Grace."