Summons

v e n t u r e s 5

:lenora assandra:

I stumbled into the room thanks to Draco, trying to regain my balance as he followed behind me.

"You git," I mumbled as soon as I got to my feet.

"Ouch! Words hurt, you know!" he clutched his chest dramatically and stumbled back as if he had just been struck by something.

"Your fault, you're the one who decided to pick me up and shove me in here."

"You liked it," he grinned.

"I'm sorry, was my yelling not clear enough for you?"

"You know, I have a good feeling about this round," he changed the subject.

"And why's that, Malfoy?" His grin dropped.

"It's Draco now," he stepped closer.

"Oh, right," I pretended to forget and stepped closer to him. "And why's that, Draco?"

He tilted my chin up so that our lips were almost brushing each other.

"Just a feeling," he whispered, but then he took a step back and grinned again.

"So I suppose your card must be good, then?"

"Not too exciting, but I certainly like the idea," he took out his card and stuck it an inch away from my face, holding it between two fingers. I took the card and read it.

Your partner must remove their underwear for the rest of the game.

That didn't even technically involve touching me, so I suppose it's not too exciting, as he said. If he had received this card the first round, I highly doubt much would have happened between us. I reached for my card and tried to grab it from my bra where I had stashed it, earning myself a paper cut. I hissed and pulled my hand back, watching the blood pool on my finger.

"Are you alright, love? Here, let me see," Draco stuck his hand out in front of him, waiting for me to place my hand in it. I let him have a look at it.

"Really, Draco, it's just a paper cut," I told him, but he pulled my finger closer to study it. Then, he looked up at me and placed his lips on the cut, sucking gently. I felt his tongue dart out for a split second, licking my finger, and then he pulled away.

"Better?"

Not really, no. That was the strangest, most erotic way I've ever had a paper cut taken care of, to be honest with you.

"Yes," I said lowly. At this, he was reminded of my card that was still sitting in his hand, unread.

As soon as he had read it, a wicked grin spread across his face with a territorial look in his eye. He clearly had an idea of what to do with this card.

"I'd like to personally thank whoever made this card."

"Unfortunately, you're stuck here with me," I sighed, feigning disappointment.

"Yes," he took a step closer to me and put his hands on my waist, "how unfortunate." He leaned in and I was more than ready to reciprocate, crashing my lips onto his. It was only a couple of seconds until he pulled away, starting to trail kisses down my neck (as if he hadn't already left enough marks). I whined at his teasing but it only encouraged him more, becoming more aggressive as his hands traveled my body.

As he began to press our bodies together, I could feel the bulge in his trousers quickly becoming bigger. Somehow we ended up against the wall by the door and he slid his knee between my legs, opening them up. I had no objections to this as I obliged him.