"Then kiss me some more, love. Use yer teeth this time, if ya will. Not sharp. Nice and light."
Bending back into the crook of his neck, his partner complied, and the scrape of those even, white teeth against the hot skin of his neck made Seamus groan and all of the blood in his body gather between his legs. He coaxed Lavender on by continuing to direct her ministrations on his throat, requiring her to give equal attention to his other side, where she sucked and left another love bite. Her hands, by this time, were gripping his shoulders, and the crescents of her nails were digging in as she got into the dominant position she'd taken over him. She wiggled on his lap, and he knew she must be feeling his so-obvious erection. "I like this, Lavender," he whispered, nuzzling the shell of her ear with his nose. "I like this a lot, sweet lass. Yer mouth was made fer kissin', I've always thought."
"Just kissing?" she paused, her breath a hot pant against his throat.
He shook his head. "Kissin' and lovin' and laughin'. Everything about ya, angel, was made fer happiness. It pulls me ta ya, dontcha know?" He ran his lips ever-so-light down her throat, not quite violating the rules. "But I want more right now. Will ya kiss me jaw and chin next? Soft kisses, slow. Let me feel that sweet mouth o' yers all o'er me." A slight pause, a small shudder, and then her lips were caressing across his face as he'd asked, working towards his lips. It felt like butterfly wings tickling his face – soft, teasing, elusive. His hands clenched into fists as she pressed a light touch against the corner of his mouth. So close, just a bit more…
Circling around to the other side, Lavender did as he wanted and no more. Seamus could feel the trembling in her body, and knew she was scared of what they were doing. He'd been watching her on and off for a very long time, waiting for another chance to come along, but he also recognized that she'd been purposefully avoiding him all that time – which meant she was still uncomfortable about what had happened between them two years ago in that empty dorm room. He intended on making up for that during this game, but in order to do that, he needed to get past her defensive walls. That meant pushing her a little further.
"Kiss me lips, sweet angel," he pleaded in a gentle whisper. "Let me taste ya again, proper."
His partner's breathing kicked up a notch, and her shaking increased.
"Lavender," he purred across her skin. "Let me make up for the past. I'll make it good for ya. Just kiss me and ye'll see."
Her chest hitched as she slid her cheek along his, until their noses touched and they stared into each other's eyes. "You hurt me, Sea," she told him in all earnestness. "I don't trust you."
There was pain in those lovely eyes of hers, and Seamus felt the heavy weight of guilt for having put it there. He didn't like hurting women; it always left him unsettled in his belly. Women were made for loving, in his opinion. "I wanted ta make it right, angel," he explained. "But ya wouldn't let me say sorry! I've been waitin' for another go, but ya never let me near."
"I don't want to kiss you," she told him, turning her head and closing her eyes. "I don't want to do any of this with you."
His pride took the blow hard, and he felt real anger simmer in his chest. "I'm sorry, a'right! I know I was rough when takin' yer cherry years ago, and I've regretted the hurt since. I've tried ta make it up ta ya, but you still won't let me! How many times does a fella have ta say 'I'm sorry'?"
Her gaze was dark and angry when it swung back his way. "Like that would make up for how used you made me feel! It was my first time, Sea, and you didn't even try to give me any pleasure! You just took what you wanted, and then you left me there, by myself in the dark, to clean up the mess." He had to sit on his hands now, knowing that if he didn't he would reach out and violate his earlier promise and touch her without her permission. "I didn't know what ta do," he admitted, feeling his face flush with embarrassment at having to admit his prior lack of skill. "I'd only done it once meself before ya. It's not somethin' yer perfect at right o' way, ya know? And ya went all stiff on me when I tried ta hold ya after. I figured ya didn't want me touchin' ya anymore and needed privacy, so I left. Ya think that was a good feelin' for me?" He growled now, angry at the continued slights he'd endured for two years for one night that had gone mistakenly wrong. "I wanted ta try again. I wanted ya fer me girl, but ya rejected me o'er and o'er. There's only so much a man can take, ya know, before he gets the hint." Lavender scowled. "Yeah, what was that, a week before you moved into Parvati's bed?"
Seamus grit his teeth. "Ya made it clear that ya hated me. I tried ta ferget ya fast after that, like takin' off a bandage. It hurts less if ya do it quick and get on."
His partner sniffed. "Yeah, well, you succeeded. You forgot me a lot after that with just about any girl you could whore your way into bed with." She looked down at the collar of his shirt, her expression bitter. "Are we done yet with your card? I'd like to get off your lap now."
"No, I want me kiss," he growled. It would be a bad idea to take their first kiss in two years while angry, but he wasn't passing up this chance. Something in him wouldn't let him walk away without at least a taste... "I want ya ta snog me senseless, Lavender. I want yer tongue and lips o' mine, and I want it ta taste like ya really want me. And since this is me reward, yer gonna give it ta me. Now."
She looked ready to smack him and walk out, but then she narrowed her eyes and leaned in, hovering over his lips. "I could always forfeit the game," she warned him. "I could walk out right now and call it quits. Then you couldn't force me to do this."
Seamus captured her gaze, desperate to hold onto her for even just a little while longer. "Then I won't command ya, but I'll ask it: will ya please kiss me? Kiss me fer all yer worth and make me pay for hurtin' ya back then. I'll take yer hatred so long as I get ta taste ya again, even if it's ta be the last time."
Her eyes widened as he spoke, and fear bloomed in the indigo depths. Nudging his chin a bit, he aligned their mouths better, dropping his lids to half-mast to stare at her with lustful need. "Kiss me," he whispered the plea. "Give us a second chance, sweet lass. Let me do it right this time."
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