Lenora's Love; A Tom Riddle Story

Make Me

A long leg passed Tom, small bottoms tied at her hips, her back was completely bare except for a thin strap that tied around, the other one was around her neck. The little black bikini was not at all what he was expecting.

  Tom was without words, he was grateful for the sunglasses he wore hiding the look of shock in his eyes. She turned to face him, two black triangles pushed her cleavage together.

He looked at Mulciber who didn't dare look up from his paper. Lestrange gagged turning the other way.

  "Happy now?" She asked sarcastically as she used a ribbon to tie up her hair. The stretch of her arms did not leave much to the imagination making her breasts rise.

  "N-nno, I am not!" He said, "Go change".
She dropped her hip.
"Now!"

Lenora sighed and leaned over him, grabbing the arms of his chair. He got an eyeful of her in close proximity. He shifted in his seat to hide his immediate arousal.

"I would love to but Lilith stole the rest of my swimsuits and left me with this....number".

Tom looked down at her cleavage for a moment, he could see her soft stomach, her legs. It was nearly unbearable.

"Just get in the water, hurry up" he took his sunglasses off of his face.

She stood up and he did too trying to grab her arm,"I will! I have to ease in, it's cold".

Tom shook his head, "No. now" she backed up to move away from him.

He quickly shed his shirt  and gave her a look.

She gave him a little flirty grin. She was playing with him.

"Now Nora", he raised his eyebrows at her in anticipation.

She took a couple of steps back, exaggerating the movement of her hips.

"Make me." She bit her lower lip in a smile. No one spoke.

Tom lunged and she took off as he chased her.

Nora screamed. Half in fear; half in delight. Tom caught up with her easily throwing her over his shoulder as the others cheered him on.

  "No please! It's gonna be so cold" she could only grab onto his waist and neck. They stood near the edge, she scrambled to hold onto him. Tom was laughing, trying to pull her wrist away and shove her.

Abraxas and Olivine were amused standing next to them on the dock. Malfoy reached over and pushed Tom's back, they both lost their balance and fell in the water. The rest of the group laughed and clapped.

  When they emerged they were both laughing, water dripping off of their faces.

"Oh I'm going to kill you" she said shivering, "it's so cold"

Tom pushed his hair back, "you'll get used to it" he smiled at her.

They treaded water together.

"My hair" she giggled trying to gather it back into ribbon.

"Here, let me help" he haphazardly gathered her hair and placed it on top of her head. He was so close, she stared at his lips.

"There you go" he was smiling a little too big, her hair was now spreading out into the water. He waved the ribbon in front of her face and swam off. Nora loved this rare playful side of Tom.

  She swam after him surprising him with her speed; they swam further into the water until she nearly caught up with him.

  "Now who's an insolent child" she reached for the ribbon under the water. Their fingers collided softly. They met each others eyes. Alone in the water, their friends a few yards away.

   Thunder. Made them both jump, she snatched the ribbon. Another rumble and it began to rain.

Water poured down on them, the already icy temperatures of the lake suddenly felt acceptable with the warm summer rain washing her skin.

She heard excited cries and everyone swam to the dock to take cover. Lenora didn't move, she simply tilted her head back feeling the drops caress her face. She heard the sound of Tom swimming near her, through the pour she searched the water to see the dark haired boy.

Tom watched her intently.

They locked eyes, the rain became a downpour. He said nothing as he approached her. It moved her, the softness of his gaze, unfettered by the water that saturated his hair and poured down his face.

They were hardly inches apart, she could feel his breath on her lips. She felt heat fill her as his hand moved underwater and touched her waist.

They treaded water, their lips were about to touch, both hands started to encircle her body.
They pressed against each other hungrily, his hands on her bare skin made her breath quicken.

Lust washed over her filling every pore. His lips touched hers and she could feel fire that couldn't be put out. Their tongues touched and a familiar taste made her moan into his mouth.

His hand slid up to the back of her hair, his fingers entangled, they locked eyes again as he pulled her in deepening the kiss.

"YOU GUYS BETTER GET OUT" she heard a voice calling through the rain. "THERE'S LIGHTNING". It was Abraxas' father.

She pulled back from Tom, suddenly embarrassed. She was relieved the heavy rain concealed their strange moment.

"Tom we better-" she started but he was already swimming to shore ahead of her. He waited for her to make it up the dock before conjuring an umbrella charm above both of them.

  They grabbed their things and ran to the house hand in hand.

"Wait" Tom pulled her to the side before she could walk in. The rain was still coming down hard, she looked up at him expectantly.

"You need to put some clothes over that ridiculous excuse for a swimsuit"

  The sopping wet dress looked unpromising to try and work over her head. He handed her his button down and she put it on.  

  His eyes watched her body hungrily as she covered up, rearing for one last glimpse of her before she was gone.

  "Tom?" She caught him staring and he only met her eyes with a grin.

"Come on Miss Rosier," he opened the door, "I don't need you getting sick again."