An Oreo Crust Crumbling [Harry PotterxDaredevil Crossover Fanfic]

Magic, Madness, Heaven, Sin

After ice cream, Wesley dropped Harry off at his apartment, while he took Anatoly to meet with Fisk. She hoped nothing was going to go wrong, and when she looked at Wesley as he came through his door only an hour later, she felt relieved at seeing his lips quirk up a little at the sight of her.

"How're things?" she asked hesitantly.

"Not bad, considering," Wesley shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the top of the couch. "Though I did make sure Wilson had another of those handy lemon sherbets before talking with Anatoly. Thankfully, I think that helped in him not going berserk on Anatoly, though your earlier interference probably helped as well."

"That's good," Harry commented, while patting the spot next to her. Amused, Wesley sat next to her. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

Uneasy now, Wesley nodded and waited for her to talk about whatever it was on her mind.

"I appreciate you wanting to wait until I'm legal, but I wanted to reiterate what I said earlier in the restaurant," she started off quietly and Wesley hid his wince. Ah, they were going to talk about that again. "The thing is, Wesley...You really don't need to coddle me about it either, and if you're going to tease, then you can tease even more seriously if you wanted," she specifically gave him her permission.

He swallowed heavily, watching her intently by then.

"I've nearly died several times," she gave him a half-smile. "I was 11 and nearly died. Someone wanted to murder me when I was just a year old. I've almost had my soul sucked out. I've nearly been prosecuted, unfairly at that. I've been tortured several times, the first time when I was 14 in a graveyard in front of a whole bunch of men that laughed while it happened. And one of my teachers the past school year felt justified in tormenting me," she held up her left hand hesitantly, and Wesley stared at the words that were scarred there and couldn't believe he'd missed that before.

"The point I'm trying to make," she said softly, shifting closer to him. He inhaled sharply and couldn't help leaning into her. "I don't care about the law. If I want to do it, if I want to have sex with you, then it's by my decision. I'm going to make that choice. And if you're going to wait, that's fine by me. Just do that because you're waiting for when I'm ready for it and when I want to do it, not because of some law."

He blinked at her, holding his breath. There was a huge conflict in his head about this, but she was looking at him seriously and God knows she looked like such an old soul right then, more so as he gazed into her soulful emerald eyes.

"Okay," he said slowly, and she gave him a warm smile.

"I'm not ready for it yet," she declared, finally giving him an answer. "But there are things I don't mind. My godfather once, before his death, taught me an old Pureblood trick that was passed down for younger ones to use with their partners. Purebloods especially looked down on wedlock children, but just telling your kids to not have sex wasn't a clear solution. As a sort of substitute, they came up with a different method to avoid penetration and the full act. If you're still uncomfortable touching me and doing other stuff without doing it for real, then this should be fine because you wouldn't have to do anything like that."

Confused but unable to not keep from feeling slightly excited, he waited patiently for her to continue explaining. But she leaned in then and kissed him fully, and his mind was on reciprocating. The tip of her tongue traced the line of his lips shyly, and before it could retreat, he let his own tongue move out to tangle with hers.

Without warning, he started to feel unnaturally warm. And it wasn't the normal type that anyone could get when engaging in things like this –there was something off about it. Just as he pulled back to question Harry if she felt like that too, he caught sight of her emerald eyes and became mesmerized as he noted the slight golden sheen they took on. Before he could say a word, her lips crashed back onto his, and he was melding his mouth onto hers, thoroughly ravishing her mouth as the strange warmth seemed to intensify and grow to fully encompass him.