Burned Into Glory

Jealous

"Colloportus." Grindelwald locked Queenie's door, aiming his knobby wand at it, and he quickly walked through her sitting room and into her bedroom. He froze at the doorway, for she was already naked, and the sight surprised him. She was reclining back on the pillows in her bed, and Grindelwald sucked in air hard through his nostrils at the sight of her there, reclining and beautiful.

She had absolutely perfect breasts, he thought. They were small but round and lovely, with pert pink nipples that eagerly came to life when she was excited. Her stomach was smooth and flat and pale. She had a little thatch of golden hair between her legs, and she had narrow, shapely thighs. He liked the look of her. That was for certain. He gulped and licked his lip, shucking his velvet trench coat and going to work on his waistcoat. Queenie smiled at him a little from the bed and began to fiddle with her engagement ring.

"I'm nervous about how many people there will be watching us in Rome," she mused, but he shook his head and insisted,

"It is very important that we let all of them see."

"You're right, of course," she said with a little sigh. She blinked a few times and asked, "With what authority will we be registering the marriage?"

Grindelwald scoffed, tearing off his white dress shirt and tossing it aside. He began to unbutton his embroidered, leather-accented trousers, and he told her,

"We will be registering the marriage under my authority. Under the authority of Gellert Grindelwald and the Greater Good. And that will be authority enough."

"It will?" Queenie seemed uncertain, but Grindelwald tipped his head and demanded,

"Do you need a greater authority, Queenie?"

She stared right at him and shook her head vigorously. "No, sir."

"Mmm. I like when you call me that, sometimes." He narrowed his eyes at her and shoved his trousers down. He kicked his boots off and pushed his trousers away with a shove of his foot, and then he stalked naked to the bed and climbed up, a predator stalking prey. He moved until he was on top of Queenie, and then he reached for her wrists and pinned them above her head. She gasped a little, but he purred down at her,

"You call me Gellert a lot these days, and I don't mind one bit, but I do like when you call me sir sometimes, hmm?"

"Yes, sir." Queenie whispered the words, staring up at him with wide eyes and nodding. She was stretched like this, with her arms pinned above her head, and so her breasts had moved a little, and they were distracting. Tempting. Grindelwald bent down and wrapped his mouth around one of her nipples, suckling hard upon it until she squealed. He sucked and sucked until Queenie squirmed beneath him, unable to wrench her wrists from his grasp. He finally released her breast and moved his mouth to hers, and she gasped as he kissed her hard. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, and she whimpered. He used his knee to part her legs, and he instantly felt on his thigh how wet she was. Soaking wet. She wanted this.

"Queenie." He squeezed her wrists more tightly and moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and lapping and sucking there for a few minutes as she moaned and then panted desperately. She ground herself against his leg, driving her clit in strokes along his knee and thigh as he used his tongue to massage the place beneath her ear. After a few moments, she cried out rather loudly, and her wrists went limp beneath Grindelwald's rough grip. He let up the pressure on her and kissed her mouth again, and then suddenly he was aware that she was coming, that his kissing her neck and her grinding on his leg had driven her straight to the edge in what felt like no time flat. She seemed just as shocked, moaning loudly and squealing a little into his kiss. When at last he broke away, she whispered,

"Sorry, sir; I dunno what came over me."

"Don't you ever apologise for that." He smirked down at her, releasing her wrists at last, and she rolled them out, reaching up to stroke with her fingernails at his short-cropped hair. He took the opportunity to push himself straight into her body, to drive himself right between her legs. Perhaps he'd had something more scandalous in mind for tonight, he thought. Perhaps he'd thought of her riding him, or him spanking her backside as he pounded her from behind. But, somehow, this felt right. Her wonderful scalp massage during strokes through which her body encased and embraced him felt right. He moved slowly, not wanting to come too quickly, and so it seemed to go on for a long while. He didn't mind the repetitive feeling. She pulled her knees up to her chest, and he just stroked, filling her and leaving her, filling her and leaving her. She was warm and wet and tight, and her hands were wondrous on his head, and her eyes were positively gorgeous. Finally he felt everything start to go hot and tight, and he whispered,

"I do too many things these days for love, Queenie, but it can't be helped, can it?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

"No. Don't ever apologise for this," he huffed, and he touched his forehead to hers as he gritted his teeth and let out a seething breath, coming hard. He groaned, feeling white-hot pleasure rush through his veins as his come pumped into Queenie. He finally lay beside her, ignoring the mess he'd made, and pulled her up against him.

"Gellert?" Queenie asked tentatively, seeming unsure of whether he still wanted to be called sir.

"Hmm." Grindelwald shut his eyes and kissed the top of her head. Queenie murmured,

"In your vision, did my gown have white and gold lace?"

He was quiet for a moment. He remembered the way she'd looked in the vision - white and gold lace draped over her shoulders in a neatly tailored V that gave way to tiered chiffon skirts, and a white and gold lace veil. He scoffed gently and nodded.

"Yes." He opened his eyes. "Yes. Lots of white and gold lace."

"Oh, good." Queenie sounded very content at that, and he curled up half his mouth as he flicked his eyes down to her and said again,

"You looked like a dream."

"Like a vision?" she teased, and he rolled his eyes.

"You'll likely make thousands of witches... and wizards... very jealous by marrying the famous Gellert Grindelwald," he said, "but, then, I'm sure I'll make thousands jealous by marrying you."

"Hardly." She kissed his chest and asked gravely, "Are you sure you're not making a terrible mistake?"

"I am quite certain." Grindelwald kissed at her engagement ring. And he was certain, he thought. He had no reservations about marrying Queenie Goldstein. His only mental hold-up was a wizard in Britain, and wondering what that wizard must be thinking right now.

And it annoyed Gellert Grindelwald to no end that he actually cared what Albus Dumbledore thought of him marrying Queenie Goldstein.

But he was going to do it, for his own happiness and success, Dumbledore be damned.

My Dear Queenie,

Your wedding invitation was the most beautiful I have ever seen. I admit I am intimidated by the idea of a marriage ceremony taking place in the Colosseum in Rome.

Yes, I will be at my sister's wedding. No, I will not be bringing Aurors for a raid. It is not illegal to hear Gellert Grindelwald give a speech, after all, and this isn't a speech. It's a wedding. It certainly isn't illegal to attend the wedding of Gellert Grindelwald, no matter how you feel about his politics. So, I will be there. With Newt. We won't be bringing Aurors.

Thank you for sending Pickett safely back to the Ministry. Newt was incredibly happy to be reunited with him. Pickett has expressed in his own way to Newt that he was treated well at Nurmengard. We are grateful.

I only want you to be safe and happy, Queenie. This man is not who I want for you. This life you have chosen is not the path I want for you. I despise the politics with which you have aligned yourself. And I am terrified for you. But you are my baby sister, and this is your wedding, and so whether it's in a small Ministry room or the Colosseum in Rome, I will be there. I must be there. I am your sister.

Glance up to the stands and you'll see me there, sis. Somewhere among the throng, standing with Newt, watching in fear, wishing things were different. But we will come in peace. I promise you that. I love you forever and ever.

Tina