One Girl (FR-18)

A/N: I wrote this pairing in Scoobies Meet the Aurors (which may have gotten deleted…), and really liked it, so I’m going to do some drabbles. Some will by angsty and others cutesy, and some hotter ones will be tossed in for good measure, hope you like!

Dis: I don’t own Harry Potter nor Faith Lehane (from BTVS)

Pairings: Harry/Faith

DRABBLE ONE

Title: One Girl

Summary: Only one girl has made him feel this way, and now he knows he could never let her go.

Genre: Romance
Rating: FR-18

Only one girl could make him feel like a bumbling teen at one moment, then a needy man at the next. One only girl could make him beg for more while she teased him with her hot little tongue and soft lips. Only one has made him feel like he mattered, that he wasn’t just some freak of nature with a bigger destiny than anyone could ever imagine… maybe because she had a destiny of her own.

Moments like this, when they were alone in his flat in the heart of London, they were at peace. They couldn’t hear the screaming pedestrians or the rumble of traffic thanks to the charms he placed on his bedroom: which also kept out unwanted visitors. He was a busy man, and guests were always filtering into his home by floo or the front door. Apparition was blocked, due to his growing popularity and unpopularity with the magical community. For every “worshipper” he gained he had someone who wanted to end his life.

Which was how they had met. Apparently, he had been in need of someone to help protect him. Defeating the Dark Lord supposedly wasn’t enough credential to be able to protect himself. It had started off rocky, him doing his best to evade her while she did her best to drive him up the wall…literally.

“Hey…” Having been lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed that she’d opened her eyes. “You’re thinking too hard.”

“How do you know?”

“Your forehead is all creasy and serious looking,” she said, propping herself up on her elbows so that she could look up at him better, however: that movement only made his eyes drift down the bare column of her throat to her soft naked breasts that had a single bite mark that was quickly starting to heal though he had done it less than thirty minutes ago.

“I’m just thinking about how sexy you look right now,” he said in a deep rumble, lips moving close to her ear.

“Why thanks, Harry,” she purred, lying back down but circling her arms around his neck so that he could be pulled down against her. “You sure know how to sweet talk a girl.”

Harry grinned before pressing his lips to hers. Hers were always so soft and inviting. She tasted of cinnamon thanks to her gum, but the underlying flavor of smoke always pulled him in deeper.

“Always taste so good,” he whispered, lips moving to her neck, nuzzling while his large hands moved up her legs, opening them wide so that his own nude body could rest between them.

She smirked at the comment, hands up in his wild, black hair. Her eyes fluttered closed while his mouth moved down her body to the valley of her breasts, remarking her: pleasure so great that she hissed in a breath.

“Fucking tease,” she said through gritted teeth and he smiled against her skin while a hand moved between their bodies, then between her legs.

“Always so wet for me, Faith,” he said, looking through his simple pair of glasses into her dark chocolate eyes.

Before he could blink he was on his back, looking up at her while she straddled his waist. He bit his lip to keep from crying out when she took him deep inside, then exhaled as she started to move. This was where the talking stopped, save for a couple lewd comments that would sputter from their mouths.

She fucked him like it was the last thing she was ever going to do, as if tomorrow would never come. Then again, in their line of work, it was a large possibility. A light sheen of sweat formed on their bodies while they did their best to make it last, but when she went over he always found himself awestruck while staring up at her. Then she’d finish him off, making him forget his own name at times.

Then they would fall back to Earth. On workdays they would hustle back to headquarters after the not so secret rendezvous, on weekends such as this, Harry found himself happier because they didn’t have to hurry back to work and Faith couldn’t feed him the excuse of having somewhere to be…though it didn’t stop her on the weekends either.

“Harry…”

And here it came, the excuses that he could either talk her out of: or not and lose a night of snogging and cuddling. He hated sleeping alone with her just across the hall, but so not to scare her away he never followed. She came back, she always came back…

“Hm?” he asked, hand running down her back, making her shiver before pressing against him.

“Never mind,” Faith murmured, eyes closing as Harry continued to run his hand up and down her back. When he was certain she was asleep, he sat up to pull the covers from the foot of the bed, and then lay back down: covering the both of them. He stilled when her arm snaked over his stomach, then smiled while she scooted closer to his warmth, her head resting on the nook of his arm.

Only she could make him feel so warm and needed. Faith was the only person that could keep his nightmares at bay, and one day: he knew she wouldn’t need coaxing to stay by his side… Perhaps what had just happened tonight was a sign of things to come. He hoped so, because he was sure he’d never be able to let her go.

“Goodnight Faith,” he whispered, after setting his glasses on the side table. He secured her against him with a large, muscular arm then let his eyes flutter closed.

The Wizard and the Slayer rested comfortably in each other’s arms, oblivious to the world outside: until tomorrow when a new threat could either push them even closer together…

Or tear them apart.

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END

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