Hermione stood three inches from Charlie, nostrils flaring. Honestly. She could do anything he could challenge her to, and even if a corner of her mind was yanking at her sleeve urgently reminding her that these kinds of agreements, made in the heat of the moment, generally were not the best idea, because she was maybe a bit impetuous and then too stubborn to change anything, she shushed it and stood her ground. “Name your terms.”<\/p>\n
He raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?”<\/p>\n
“Seriously. You can’t go throwing down something like that and not let me show you how wrong you are. Just remember, whatever you insist I have to do, you have to do the same.”<\/p>\n
“Fine.” He dropped into the kitchen chair and crossed his arms over his bare chest. “Let’s see. The challenge is who can make the other beg faster, right? Without touching?”<\/p>\n
Hermione flushed slightly, but she wasn’t backing out now. Even if she was<\/em> just now realizing that in Molly’s kitchen had been a lousy place to get into anything like this, and also that Charlie certainly had a number of advantages she didn’t, such as the capacity to do something evil like invent and whisper poetry comprised of pure filth on the spot, and a physique that regularly left her staring–not that she’d ever done anything about it except for one somewhat drunken and hurried fully-dressed shag in the cloak room after Ron’s wedding, courtesy of George’s spiked punch.<\/p>\n She pressed her lips together, crossing her arms right back at him, and nodded. “That was what you said I couldn\u2019t do, so, yes.”<\/p>\n He smirked. “Then my terms are these: you can’t leave this room, or use anything from another room. Only stuff that’s already here, and only used here.”<\/p>\n “Your mother–”<\/p>\n “Is not going to leave of fussing over her new grandbaby for at least<\/em> four more hours, and, if<\/em> she shows up, we go elsewhere and try something else. And Dad said he was going back to the office for a couple hours.”<\/p>\n “If she comes back when you said she wouldn’t, I win,” Hermione challenged back.<\/p>\n “Fine. Agreed?” he asked. Hermione chewed her lip, and he added, “Also, just to give you a bit of an advantage, since you grew up in a non-magical home, no magic. For either of us, obviously.”<\/p>\n And of course he would<\/em> poke just so, giving her an ‘advantage’ just so she couldn\u2019t possibly buckle\u2026 She wondered when, exactly, he’d gone learning all about her in order to effectively push every button she had, and further wondered why he was so bloody interested, but obviously he was, and she wasn’t about to ask.<\/p>\n Damn it.<\/p>\n She nodded her head sharply, agreeing to the terms, and tapped her foot. “And when does the clock start?”<\/p>\n “In three, two, one\u2026now.” He took off his watch and set it on the table. “It’s seven-thirty. Go.”<\/p>\n She turned once in a full circle, wondering what the hell she’d got herself into, then straightened her shoulders and opened the drawer under the silver.<\/p>\n “That’s just tablecloths and whatnot,” he said.<\/p>\n “I know.” She pulled out a handful of fancy lace placemats, then turned and opened the pantry door, moving to step behind it.<\/p>\n “Oi!”<\/p>\n “You said no leaving the room, which I’m not. You didn’t say I had to stay where you could see me.”<\/p>\n “Leave your wand.”<\/p>\n She rolled her eyes. “I wouldn\u2019t have cheated, but just to reassure you\u2026” She pulled her wand from the special pocket along the thigh of her old denims and set it on the counter, then returned to the pantry door. She stood for a moment, trying not to panic because this was completely ridiculous, then hurriedly stripped out of every shred of her clothing and folded two of the placemats on their diagonal and knotted them around her hips. They sort of covered her arse and, and other things, mostly, and since she definitely wasn’t prepared to literally stand naked before him, well. Two more, she tied together on one corner behind her neck, and again between her breasts.<\/p>\n She took a deep breath. What the hell was she doing? She didn’t know anything about seduction or making any<\/em>one beg. Her sex life had mostly been one of sleeping with someone and having ordinary sex in an ordinary bed, usually in ordinary positions and ending in ordinary, or at least, not very remarkable, orgasms. Except for one totally out of bounds fully-clothed practically-anonymous shag in the cloak room and an orgasm that had been, drunkenness notwithstanding, definitely not ordinary.<\/p>\n Not that she knew how to replicate that, exactly, but a challenge was a challenge.<\/p>\n She folded her denims and jumper and piled her knickers and bra on top, then tucked her socks into her shoes.<\/p>\n On a whim, she glanced into the pantry, in case there was anything there that would be useful. There was–Firewhisky–and as she glanced again, it occurred to her there was a second item.<\/p>\n She blushed as she considered it, but he’d play just as dirty, she was sure, and she might as well try to win. And it was right there, so that was hardly her fault.<\/p>\n Right. She pulled down the whisky and took a long drink, gasping at the heat sliding down her throat, then took another deep breath and stepped out from behind the door.<\/p>\n He blinked. “Uh. Hi.”<\/p>\n “I don’t exactly know anything about making anyone beg,” she said, “but it seems like wearing, um, nearly nothing\u2026” She walked toward him, letting her hips sway as she felt the buzz of the liquor in her belly, and then bit her lip and leaned over him, not touching him but certainly giving him a clear view of her breasts as the lace fell away from her. “Sorry, but you didn’t say I couldn\u2019t use things in my bag, either.” She picked it up off the table and straightened.<\/p>\n “Long as it’s not magic,” he said.<\/p>\n “No.” She set the bag on his knee and shrugged. “You can get it out, if you like.” Her thighs were quivering slightly as she stood there, all but naked, knees to either side of one of his, but she didn’t back away. “In the pocket there on the side.”<\/p>\n He stared at her for a moment, eyes fixed on her breasts through the single layer of lace, sliding the zip by feel, and pulled out a square packet. “This what you need?”<\/p>\n She nodded and took it, then turned away, walking slowly back to the pantry door and biting her lip again as she turned in and bent forward at the hip. Her upper body was behind the door, but she knew this position let the fabric fall forward from the front of her and pull up the back, exposing her arse a lot.<\/p>\n Well, it would get worse in a minute.<\/p>\n She reached for the basket of cucumbers and set it on the floor, bending even further as she selected one about the right size and tore open the condom packet to smooth down over it, then wrapped it in the placemats she hadn’t used so he wouldn’t see it until she was ready.<\/p>\n She straightened and glanced over her shoulder, glad to see Charlie was obviously at least interested, based on the bulge in his jeans. She lifted a brow. “Ready?”<\/p>\n He nodded, still staring at her half-bared arse.<\/p>\n She set the little packet with the cucumber on the counter behind her and took one more slug of the Firewhisky, waiting until the hot buzz settled in her belly, making her squirm, skin sensitive and warm.<\/p>\n He waited, watching carefully, shifting in the chair, as she turned around and bent forward over the countertop, weight on her elbows as she let her hips rock in an obscene dance. “So, I thought you might like to watch me, uh\u2026” She blushed and dropped one hand between her legs.<\/p>\n Charlie groaned, but didn’t comment as she trailed fingers up her thigh and back down, feeling the heat of her body and the whisky and arousal all swirling there. She stroked herself twice, forward and back and forward again, then grinned and reached for her impromptu toy.<\/p>\n She’d only barely started with it, pressing it in gently, when Charlie stood suddenly. He still didn’t say anything, but he did move, a couple of steps to the side, gaining a better view of the cucumber disappearing into her and sliding back out. She rocked her hips and pushed it in again, then arched her back, raising her arse up toward him. She couldn\u2019t see him any more, but she could hear him panting, could hear his footsteps shuffling closer as she pressed and arched, her body shuddering, her sweaty skin sliding on the countertop until she had to stop and reposition herself.<\/p>\n And then his hands were on her, rough palms caressing her arse and yanking the cucumber out of her, replacing it immediately with his cock.<\/p>\n “You’re touching,” she said, gasping as he pushed her forward hard. “Cheating, Charlie. Touching.”<\/p>\n “You win. Fuck.”<\/p>\n “Oh? Does this mean you don’t plan to\u2026” She lost track of her intentions when he reached around, pushing the lacy fabric against her clit and rubbing roughly.<\/p>\n “Plan to what?” His voice was heated against her ear, his other hand snaking its way under her to grasp her breast. “Plan to what?”<\/p>\n “To make me beg?”<\/p>\n “Oh, hell yes. Repeatedly.” He moved faster, bruising her hipbone against the edge of the counter, and bit down on her shoulder. “I fully expect to owe you. Since you won.”<\/p>\n She braced both hands on the countertop and pushed back hard to meet him, her head falling forward, her legs shaking again. “Long as,” she started, panting, “long as you. Know that. Fuck. I can’t. Stay like this.”<\/p>\n He pulled out and yanked her toward him, spinning her around and shoving her hard against the wall, lifting her before she could try to work out for herself how to proceed, and then she was wrapping her legs around him and biting down on his jaw and throat as his big hard hands forced her up and down on him hard. “Better?”<\/p>\n She nodded, whining as she felt the pressure building, and bit another mark, sucking a bruise on his skin and digging her nails into his back.<\/p>\n When he came, cursing a blue streak and dripping sweat off his elbows onto her thighs, she squeezed tight around him and shoved her hand between them to finish herself off, arching and grunting as she followed him over the edge.<\/p>\n He stayed still for a moment, shuddering, until she squirmed to relieve her chafed back and sore hips. He set her down carefully, stepping back with another muttered curse, and wiped his forearm across his brow. “So,” he began.<\/p>\n She waited, trying to work out how to get back into her ordinary denims and jumper. Finally, she said, “Yes?”<\/p>\n “I’m trying to figure out how best to ask how much you’d hate if I took you home and started making up for whatever you decide I owe you like, now. As soon as we can get there. In your shower.”<\/p>\n Her cunt pulsed, apparently approving of the idea, and she stepped out from between his chest and the wall.<\/p>\n “That a no?”<\/p>\n She picked up her wand from the counter and disposed of the cucumber and condom, then Summoned her clothes and her bag. “Apparating all right?”<\/p>\n He zipped the jeans he hadn’t even got off his hips and reached for her. “Unless you want me to change that to Mum’s shower and right the fuck now, yes.”<\/p>\n She put her arms around him, and Apparated them directly into her bath.<\/p>\n\n\n