Lavender seemed frozen with indecision for at least a good minute, and then she stared him dead in the eye. "No second chances. It'll just be a kiss. It means nothing." With that, she dropped her mouth onto his.
It was a heart-stealing, soul-searing kiss, filled with anger and lust, and it burned Seamus to the core. He groaned under his partner's rough handling, loving her enthusiasm, especially when she bit his bottom lip in retribution, then softened a bit, as if feeling a tad guilty for causing hurt. It was telling, this first kiss: Lavender was furious with him, oh definitely, but she also clearly wanted him. Knowing that was enough for him to want to stay on, too, to try to make good on his wish to turn this chance – this possible last chance for them – into a good memory for them both.
The open mouthed, wet kiss grew in intensity when he slipped his tongue between her lips and stroked hers with velvety gentleness. They both moaned in response, and the sound made him shiver with anticipation. No matter her protests, Lavender was on-board for this.
Seamus poured every ounce of skill he had into that snog, twining his tongue about hers, lapping at her lightly, teasingly, and seductively. His partner's hands traveled up to cup his jaw, then smoothed through his hair, gripping on tight as the kiss deepened, as the anger ebbed away to become something more profoundly stirring, genuine, and greedy.
A second after she moaned with pleasure, Lavender was off of him, having jumped to her feet, wobbling unsteadily as she tried to regain her balance on heels after having moved so fast. Her eyes were wide, her face was flooded with heat, and her breathing was decidedly fast. "It was just a kiss, and no big deal," she spoke with conviction.
Seamus thoroughly assessed her in a sweeping glance as he removed his hands from between the sofa's gaps. "Who're ya tryin' ta convince, angel?" he replied without fear of reprisal, getting to his feet and looming over her. He stepped forward and she stepped back. They continued the dance until she fell back into the cozy chair she had previously occupied. Trapping her effectively by putting both hands on the arms and leaning over her, he pressed his advantage. He smiled in counter to her scowl, knowing well the signs of true arousal in a woman and recognizing them in her just then. "'No big deal' woulda made ya unaffected, and right now, I think yer verra affected. Just like me."
Turning her head again, she sniffed in mocking disdain. "It would have felt the same with anyone, so don't think you're special, Finnigan."
He crouched down at her knees, still careful not to touch her, conscientious of his earlier vow. "Ya don't snog Ron like that," he stated with arrogant self-assurance, having spoken with Weasley on occasion about his relationship with Lavender over the last few months. Living in the same dorm room with the guy had allowed Seamus the opportunity to keep up on the comings and goings of Miss Brown this past year. "Otherwise, it wouldna been casual a'tween ya two all these months. And that kiss, Lavender… there wasn't a thing casual about it, and ya know it, love."
Her back teeth were probably hurting her by now with all of the gritting and clenching under the skin of her jaw. "We're done with your card, right?" Seamus could have pressed it; they hadn't spent the whole twenty-five minutes on his task. He decided, however, that all things would come to those with patience, and winning this battle of wills with Lavender getting her to admit that she still felt something for him, as he now was willing to admit such reciprocal feelings was going to take many more rounds, a lot more fighting, and some crafty ways of apologizing to her. He was looking forward to all of it, and had no intention of pushing if it meant antagonizing her right out of the game all together.
"I'll concede ta me card being finished, since ya asked it o' me," he agreed. "Which means it's yer turn ta command me, sweet angel. So, what demands do ya have?"
She reached under her bum for the card she'd tossed onto the cushion earlier, and then read it aloud to him: DEED: Your partner must wash your feet and hands, and then suck your fingers and toes – all of them.
Seamus' eyebrows hit the roof… as did his smile. This sounded like fun!
Lavender, on the other hand, was glowering. "Why me?" she growled and threw the card down in disgust. She slumped deep into the chair's cushioned back, and crossed her arms in annoyance.
Seamus chuckled, and with a mere thought, summoned a small basin of warm water and a wash rag. "Shall ya remove yer shoes fer me, or shall I do it fer ya?" he asked, beaming in happiness.
A snarl broke his partner's throat, making him snicker, and he leaned back as Lavender removed her shoes, roughly unbuttoning the straps and kicking them away. Dipping the soft wash rag into the basin of water, Seamus wrung it out then brought it to Lavender's right hand first, then her left, washing each finger, the pads of each hand and her wrists as well, giving them a small massage in the doing. He concentrated on every stroke, making sure to give her proper attention, hoping to make up for all of the mistreatment she felt she'd suffered under him prior. When he'd finished, he patted her hands dry with a conjured towel.
He turned to her feet next with the same care, even dipping her lovely, purple-painted toes in the basin now, letting the warm water lap over her skin as he rubbed her in light circles. He massaged as he went, doing to her what he thought he'd want done to him. He'd never actually given a foot massage before to any girl, so this was a first. From the relaxing of her muscles and the lack of a protest from her lips, however, he took that to mean he was doing an adequate job of it. He then patted her feet dry with the same gentleness he'd shown her hands.
Lifting her right foot first, placing it on his left shoulder, he bent his head and began kissing her ankles, moving in slow, wet, deliberate action towards her toes. He licked her arch in a slow rasp, which earned him a small cry of distress from his lady. Against his thumb, he could feel her pulse speed up in the artery that ran down into her foot. The lust was stirring in her veins, but like the stubborn witch she was, she adamantly was trying to deny it. The thought made him smile.
Circling up the pad of her big toe, he wrapped his lips around it and brought it into his moist mouth, playfully running his tongue over it. As he pulled back with suction, he looked up into Lavender's face, caught her eye, and didn't look away.
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