Burned Into Glory

Gentle

Grindelwald ghosted his fingers along the bannister as he climbed the narrow stairs. Was he actually going to do this? Was he really going to put himself inside the body of this eager young follower and Legilimens? He breathed deeply through his nose as he reached the landing at the top of the stairs, and he licked his lip carefully. Yes, he thought. He was going to do this. His body craved it. His mind craved it. And he was tired of resisting the cravings.

He walked into the blue bedroom on the left, an elegant but small space with toile bedding and curtains, and he held the doorjamb as he encountered Queenie standing in the centre of the room, looking profoundly anxious. Grindelwald's eyes went very wide; she'd stripped off her wool dress and was standing there in a pale pink silk slip and nothing else.

"I'm sorry," she said, squeezing her eyes shut. "I didn't know... if you wanted me to take... what you wanted me to do."

"Queenie." Grindelwald released his hold on the doorjamb and ambled slowly into the room. Blazes, she was beautiful. Her pert nipples poked through the thin silk of her slip. Did she have knickers on, he wondered, or had she removed those, too? Cheeky little creature. She folded her hands before her and shook visibly, and he stepped up to stand before her, wrapping his arms around her and bending to kiss her lips very carefully. He murmured against her mouth,

"We'll go slowly. Carefully. Gently. Hmm?"

"Okay." She raised her eyes to him, and he brushed a thumb under her wide eye. He kissed her again, just a little bit, and she hummed a little bit as her hands went to his waistcoat. He'd already removed his heavy velvet trench before dinner, so all he had on was a white dress shirt, a black waistcoat, and his black trousers. Her fingers started to unbutton the waistcoat, but she was trembling so badly that Grindelwald carefully pushed her fingers away and did the unbuttoning for her. He peeled the waistcoat off and let it drop to the ground, and then he began to unbutton his white shirt. Queenie watched him with fascination, and she whispered,

"I don't know why I'm so nervous."

"I'll help you relax," Grindelwald promised her, and Queenie smiled weakly up at him. He unfastened his tight sleeves and then pulled off his white shirt, peeling off the undershirt, and suddenly he was bare-chested. He let Queenie study him, knowing he was lean and toned but also much older than her. He had never once in his existence cared what anyone else thought of his body. He was Gellert Grindelwald. He was always the one in control; the opinions of those with whom he was physical for the purposes of manipulation were entirely irrelevant. But for some reason, right now, he watched Queenie's eyes and wondered what she thought of him. What was she thinking about his chest, his stomach, his shoulders, his arms?

"You're so handsome," she breathed, and Grindelwald gulped. His fingers went to the buttons on his black velvet trousers, and he moved quickly to unfasten them. He was going hard, looking at her standing before him in nothing but her slip, but he wanted to be fully erect before she saw him. So he whispered in a silky tone to Queenie,

"Take off the slip."

"Yes, sir." She peeled it off in one smooth, practised motion, tossing it away, and she looked like she was struggling not to cover herself. But she was so...

"Lovely." He whispered the word, feeling awe wash over him. He'd seen bare breasts before, many times. He'd never seen breasts like these. Small and round, begging to be touched. He reached out and cupped one in his hand, and it fit just so. Queenie gasped quietly, and as Grindelwald dragged his thumb over her peaked nipple, her eyes fluttered a little. She liked to be touched, he noted. He went harder in his trousers.

"Lovely," he said again, and as he stepped closer to Queenie, he wrapped one hand around her and pressed his palm into the small of her back. He moved his hand from her breast to touch her elsewhere. He brushed his fingers along the gently swelling grooves where her ribs were. He caressed between her shoulder blades and bent to kiss her again, his lips hovering right against hers for a moment as their breaths mingled.