Burned Into Glory

Through Flame in White

"What did you tell him?" Queenie asked once they'd Apparated into Grindelwald's chambers in the villa. Credence, she meant. He sighed and swung slowly around the bed post as he mused rather drunkenly,

"I told him he could meet with Nagini tomorrow conditional on coming back to me afterward. This is a test of trust for me. If he betrays me, I will not hesitate to destroy him. That's what I told him."

"I see." Queenie stumbled in her heeled shoes, and she eventually just stepped out of them and bent to pick them up. But when she bent, she careened over in her wedding dress and landed on her bottom. She started giggling like mad, and Grindelwald shook his head and scolded her,

"You're drunk."

"We both are!" she argued. "You had even more firewhisky than I had Champagne. By our last dance, we were a complete disaster."

"Mmm." He reached for her with wandless magic, pulling her off the ground and Summoning her to him. He wrapped her up in his arms and bent to kiss her, tasting the liquor on both their lips, and when he pulled away, he murmured, "But it was a fun party."

"Yes, it was a very fun party," Queenie grinned. She shoved at his tuxedo jacket until he shucked it, and she whispered, "Now comes the wedding night."

"What happens on the wedding night?" he asked playfully, and she smirked up at him.

"Oh, do I get to decide?"

"Maybe tonight I let you decide." He raised his eyebrows, the alcohol putting some fire into him, and he watched her glazed eyes flash just a little. She unbuttoned his formal waistcoat and murmured,

"I think I'll tease your cock just a little."

"Tease my cock?" Grindelwald choked back a sound halfway between a laugh and a sound of horror, and he demanded, "What are you going to do to it?"

"Nothing cruel, honey." She so rarely called him that, and it was certainly a sign she was drunk. Honey was what she'd called people like Newt Scamander. Sir and Gellert were her names for him, not Honey, but right now her mind was drowned in Champagne, and so he was Honey. He laughed a little at that, and he helped her undress him more quickly. He unbuttoned and took off his white dress shirt, pulling it out of his black dress trousers. He unbuttoned those and kicked them away with his shiny black shoes and his socks and his underwear. Soon enough he was naked, but she was still in her beautiful wedding gown.

"Shall I unbutton the back for you?" he asked, but she shook her head and insisted,

"I'm gonna wear it. I'm gonna make love to you in it."

"In your wedding gown," he repeated, a little confused. He blinked through the feeling of intoxication, but Queenie just said softly,

"I'm never gonna wear this dress again in my entire life. I want my last memory of it to be making love to you in it."

"Well, all right then," Grindelwald agreed with a nod. He climbed up onto the bed, his mostly-hard cock standing at attention between his legs. Queenie reached for her wand, which made him a little nervous, and she aimed it at his cock.

"Lubrico," she incanted, and an invisible slick layer of lubrication spread over his cock. She began to move her hand on him, to pump her fist along his shaft and up over his tip. Grindelwald settled back against the pillows, enjoying the massage very much indeed. She rubbed at him until things started to go tight, and he squirmed a little, muttering,

"Mmph. Queenie, you're going to wind up with come all over your hand and without the opportunity to make love if you aren't careful."

"I'm not gonna let you come," she said very confidently. Grindelwald frowned, confused again. She quickened her hand on him, and he arched up his back and shifted his hips a little from how good her hand felt rubbing over his tip again and again. He gulped hard and whispered,