marysuevirus | The Mary Sue Virus - Chapter 50

Wow... who would have though things would progress so far? Chapter 50... wow... I'm getting all sentimental and teary-eyed here. This is so... *tear* Okay... *clears throat* To celebrate, well... screw the plot, it's time for SMUT!! :D How else did you expect me to celebrate? ;)

Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Bubbles
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations, Oral, Angst
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters in this work of fiction and the world it is set in are the property of J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. Pictures. The original characters are the property of Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, Madapple and Polywolly, and are not to be used without the permission of those individuals. I am not making any money from this and it is purely a flight of fancy for the purpose of entertainment.

She slipped her head under the warm water, rinsing the bubbles from her hair. As she resurfaced, she settled herself on the bench at the shallow end of the tub with a sigh. She rested her head on the edge, letting all the things she’d read, written and worked on all day drift from her mind, and silently vowing that she wouldn’t let her personal life distract her from her school work again. Of course, she’d sworn that to herself more times than she could really count over her years at Hogwarts, but this time, she was sure she meant it.

The tension melted slowly from her muscles and the scent of vanilla floated to her nose from the pearly golden bubbles that floated a few inches above the water like tiny beach balls. She batted lazily at one, and it exploded with a satisfying pop.

“You’d think they’d change the password to this place once in awhile. It’s the same now as it was when I was quidditch captain.”

She let out a shriek and reached for a nearby towel before she recognized the voice that came from behind her. He smiled at her when she turned to look at him. “What are you doing here?” Her need to cover herself melted as he moved across the room.

“I was in Hogsmeade.” He sat next to the tub, splashing her playfully. “I wanted to see you, but…”

“I had a lot of work to do.” Her cheeks flushed. “I… I kind of let things slide this week.” She felt nervous, though she knew it was ridiculous. She rested her chin on her arms. “If I’d known…”

His hand slipped through her hair, pushing the wet strands away from her face. “I should have said something.”

“Oliver…” She wasn’t sure what to say. In the few days they’d had together after the meeting, things had been… different. He would touch her, but always as if she were made of glass, and any time she tried to reciprocate, he’d pull away. She slowly pulled herself up and out of the water, letting him see every inch of her as she did it. She pressed against him, claiming his lips passionately.

“Lea,” he pulled back, his shirt soaked.

“Guess you’ll have to take it off.” She smiled wickedly. She placed her hands on his thighs, leaving two wet hand prints on his pants. “Guess you’ll have to take those off too.” She kissed him again, her body flush against his. She moaned quietly, but he pulled back. “Oliver,” she looked him in the eye, “I’m not going to break.” She reached out, undoing his fly before he could protest and slipping her hand across his growing bulge. She kept her eyes locked on his. “Oliver, fuck me.”

“Lea… I…” he groaned as her hand slipped lower to cradle his balls.

“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t care about some noble idea you’ve gotten into your head.” She kept her voice even, despite the nagging fear that she was going to drive him away. “Either you still want me, or you don’t.” Her voice shook a little, betraying the truth behind the statement. She was terrified, and now, he knew it.

He stared into her eyes for what felt like forever. Had he really been so blind? He let his hand tangle in her hair for a moment, before pulling her into a fierce kiss. When he pulled back, she was breathless and her hand had stopped moving against him. “Lea,” her fingers tensed a little and he groaned, “Gods… I want you.” He grabbed hold of her arms, pulling her as tight against him as he could get her, kissing her deeply. Her fingers flew over the buttons of her dripping shirt until he pulled back, pulling off all of his clothes then taking her in his arms again. She climbed fully out of the water, settling her knees on either side of him, his feet planted on the bench under the warm water of the tub. His hands ran along her sides until reaching her hips and grasping her tightly. He guided her down until she was hovering just above his waiting erection. Then he hesitated, his eyes betraying the lingering fear of hurting her.

She saw it, and did the only thing she could to convince him that she wanted this. She took him in, impaling herself on him in one swift motion, groaning loudly as she stretched to accommodate him. “Gods… Oliver, you feel so good inside me.” She whimpered in his ear. His hips bucked against her, sending shock waves of pleasure through her.

He moaned her name, speeding his pace a little. Every gasp and moan she let out proved to him that this was right; this was where he was supposed to be, buried deep inside her. He silently swore to himself that nothing would ever make him forget that again. He bent his head a little, running his tongue along her collarbone, then lower to suck gently at her nipple, then putting just a little pressure on the sensitive peak with his teeth. She moaned her approval, tangling her hands in his hair.

She heard him chuckle against her. “I think the mermaid is watching.” Before she could respond, he thrust hard into her, making her breath catch in her throat. Every muscle in her body tensed as her climax took over, steeling her voice from her. He kept his eyes on her as she came. He claimed her lips again. “You are so beautiful.”

Her hips rocked in time with his thrusts. She could only answer his compliment with another scorching kiss. There was something… surreal about the whole experience, the torchlight softening everything, the bubbles floating around them, occasionally popping and sending a fresh burst of perfume into the air, the steam circling their bodies as it rose from the tub. Every kiss, every touch, every stroke of his cock inside her felt that much more electric. She clung to him, her nails tracing patterns along his back. She felt the heat building in her again and his pace sped, as if answering some silent need in her to reach the end with him. He groaned, his forehead resting on her shoulder as his rhythm faltered a little. She didn’t need to tell him she was close, he knew and he was waiting for her. She gasped as the next thrust sent her tumbling over the edge, taking him with her.

He held her close, softly kissing her shoulder, and her neck, sending small sparks through her still trembling body. She rested her head on his shoulder, not wanting to break the connection. His voice pulled her back to reality. “I’m sorry.”

Her brow furrowed. “What?”

“I’ve been… well, I’ve been an idiot.” He pushed a few strands of damp hair off her forehead. “You’re so much stronger than I am.”

“Oliver, stop it.” She kissed him softly. “Please. Stop blaming yourself for any of this. It’s not your fault, and soon enough the people who should bare the blame will pay for their crimes.” She kissed him again and smiled. “And then, who knows.”

He smiled back. “The great mystery of the wizarding world.” He chuckled. “What happens when a Gryffindor runs out of people to fight?”

“Then,” she tightened her legs around him, “he gets to fight with his Slytherin girlfriend.” Her smile widened for a moment before she leaned back, pulling both of them into the tub with a shriek.

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Oohh! Chapter 50...Celebrate!

Lovely chapter Daz...Good clean fun.

Mmm...

Yeah, it's kind of weird... I looked back and it'll be two years in August since I posted the first chapter over on that other site. Scary how much time and energy I've poured into this. :) Of course, it's all been worth it.

Glad you liked the chapter, hun. Someone had to hit the Prefect's bathroom eventually, and I figured it was a nice thing to do to celebrate. :D

somebody is on a smut roll. i know, its all a cleverly crafted plan to keep the story going longer.

hmmm. just might work, too.

good chapter, sweetie. i guess they're lucky Myrtle wasn't watching, too.

Y'know I thought about sticking Myrtle in there, but thought better of it. LOL

Actually the lemony goodness is not a cleverly crafted plan to keep the story going longer... well... not entirely.

*huggles her story* I don't wanna end it! *pout*

Well...Surely there's always room for a sequel?

Well of course there's room for a sequel, but... well... I shouldn't hog the HP toys forever. ;)

Chapter 50? Almost two years? Has it really been that long already? *wistful sigh*

Mmmmm! Smut!! That was simply delicious. Makes me want to go take a nice long, hot bath. Of course, my bathtub isn't quite that big ....

It has been that long. I couldn't believe it either. lol Time really does fly when you're having fun. :D

My tub isn't that big either... and my bubbles don't float over the water like that... and I am without a quidditch player... but still, a nice hot bath does sound good. lol

Glad you liked it, hun. We will soon get to the big dinner, I promise.

Edited 2008-05-29 04:18 (UTC)

Lovely chapter, Daz.

Two years, is that true? I cannot believe it!

I don't look on it as hogging the HP muses, they are easy enough to spread around.

It is true. I looked back and the first review was on August 12th 2006. I couldn't really believe it either.

Are you implying that our boys are easy? Cuz... they are. LOL

I would never imply such things, not when they are so obviously true.

The Mary Sue Virus - Chapter 50 - Bubbles

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