Chapter 25 - Warmth

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This is the last of the previously written chapters... from here on in, it's all new! lol

Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Warmth
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 only.

 

Azalea grumbled to herself as she crossed the school grounds toward the quidditch pitch. She could see some light, but no one was flying yet. Good. She thought to herself. At least I’m not too late. She moved her broom to her other shoulder with a grunt and she could have swore she felt a raindrop. She brought her shoulders up, trying to keep any of the cold spring showers from going down the neck of her sweater. Her grumbling got increasingly louder as she neared the pitch. Every step she took got her angrier and looking more and more like a drowned rat. She turned the corner to enter the dressing rooms, figuring that’s where everyone went when she heard a voice from behind her. “You’re going to freeze in that!” She spun around to face Oliver. “Get inside!” He pushed her through the doors and dropped the jacket he had been using to shield himself onto a bench.

 

“Where is everyone?” Azalea shivered a bit, and slipped the dripping wet robes over her head. Oliver looked at her for a moment, confused. “We’re supposed to have practice, right?”

 

He shook his head for a moment and tried not to laugh. “Christ, Lea. I figured by now you’d be able to recognize my handwriting.”

 

Her jaw dropped. “I…” She tried to form a thought but she just couldn’t seem to manage. “Shit.” She let out a laugh just as another chill ran up her spine. He pulled her close, rubbing her skin and trying to warm her up. “You could have just told me to meet you.” She smiled through chattering teeth. She reached down and grabbed a towel to try to dry her hair a bit.

 

It took all of his self control not to stare at her as she rung the cold droplets out of her hair. She had taken off the layers of soaking wet clothing and was now standing, shivering in nothing but her thin practice shorts and a sports bra. His eyes lingered for a moment on her breasts. Her nipples, rock hard from the cold, were very obvious through the thin fabric. “You’ll feel better after a warm shower.” He reached out for the towel.

 

She nodded and turned into the tiled room which held the showers. She turned the hot water on in the farthest stall from the entrance and slipped the last of her cold, wet clothes off. The water quickly took the chill from her. She dipped her head under the showerhead and let the warm water run through her hair. She knew she had a captive audience and she twisted around to face him. “Care to join me?” she said with a smile. She closed her eyes and turned back toward the hot water, letting it splash in her face.

 

It was only a moment later she felt the heat from his chest against her, and his growing erection pressing into the small of her back. She leaned back, putting more of her weight on him as he put his arms around her, kissing her neck tenderly. “I don’t want to say goodbye to you again.” He said softly in her ear.

 

Azalea turned to face him, pressing her body as close as she could to him. “Then don’t. We’ve already said it.” She stood on her toes and brushed her lips against his. They stayed there, the warm water washing over them and their lips locked together for what seemed like forever. Azalea couldn’t help but thank whatever spell it was that kept the showers supplied with hot water.

 

“Then what are we doing?” There was a hint of mischief in his voice. His hands moved slowly up and down her back, driving away whatever chills the water had left behind and replacing them with shivers of ecstasy. She leaned back, letting a moan escape her lips as he hands moved to her sides, stopping just below her breasts before sliding them slowly back down to her thighs.

 

She leaned back into him and lifted her lips to his ear. “You’re fucking me.” She pulled back and smiled at him, biting her lip seductively.

 

A smile slowly crept across his face and his grip on her legs tightened. He bent lower and nipped at her earlobe. “Not yet, luv.” Before she could respond he had her legs up around his waist and her back pressed firmly against the cool tile wall. His lips fell on hers in a fiery kiss. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, trying to gain some control, but it was no use. One of his hands slipped between them and found her clit, rubbing slow circles around it.

 

Her eyes closed and she let out a low moan as he sped his pace. His cock was just outside of her entrance and she tried desperately to get him inside her. “God… Oliver, please…” she whimpered, wiggling her hips in his grasp.

 

He pressed her harder against the tile, letting just the tip of his cock slip into her. “Please what?” He practically growled in her ear. She dug her nails into his shoulders, gasping for air as he put more pressure on her clit. She tried to form any sort of coherent thought, but every time she got close, he’d move his finger slightly, sending another jolt through her. “Please what, Lea?”

 

“Please…” she gasped again, her hips bucking against him. “I need…” She cried out as he sent her over the edge. “Gods, Oliver! Fuck me!” Before the words even left her lips, he drove himself into her, spiking her pleasure yet again. For a moment, Oliver wondered if the changing rooms were soundproof, but as Azalea tightened around him again, the thought disappeared. He drove deeper into her, reveling in her screams and moans as he bottomed out. His pace steadily sped up as she begged him to fuck her harder, faster and deeper, the hot water from the shower still pouring down on them. Her pleas quickly disintegrated into nothing more than moans and screams.

 

He made himself watch her instead of giving into his own pleasure. Her eyes were closed, one hand over her head, trying to brace herself against the wall. Her lips were open, desperately trying to bring enough air into her body and the look on her face… he was sure in his blackest moments, which he was sure were ahead of him, that look would bring him back. He leaned closer, kissing her neck softly, as he continued to pound into her. “You are so beautiful.” Her eyes opened and locked onto his. He felt her tighten around him again as she leaned into him and pressed her lips to his. She trembled in his arms as he slowed his pace, staving off his own climax. All of his control nearly melted as she moaned his name.

 

“Lea…” his voice shook slightly as his passion finally took over. She pulled him closer, and deeper into her as their lips crashed together again, muffling the moan that escaped as he came. They slipped down onto the tile floor, letting the still hot water wash away any evidence of their activities. Azalea cuddled up in Oliver’s arms. “Warmed up?” He asked with a smile. She nodded as he kissed the top of her head. Reluctantly, he reached up, turned the water off and got to his feet.

 

Azalea pouted slightly. “Do we have to go back?” Oliver nodded reaching for her hands to pull her up. She grudgingly took his hands and allowed herself to be pulled back into his arms. She shivered a bit as the heat from the shower dissipated. “When are you leaving?” She asked quietly.

 

“Early.” He grabbed his wand, and muttered a drought charm, drying her robes. He turned back to her, kissing her gently. Halfheartedly, they both dried off and got dressed. Azalea sat gloomily on the bench, ringing the last few droplets from her hair and tying it back as Oliver moved toward the doorway. “I think it’s stopped raining.” He turned back to her and tried to give her a weak smile. He reached for her hand. “Come on.”

 

She sighed heavily. “I can’t do this.” She couldn’t bring herself to look up at him. “I…” She took a deep breath and took the plunge. “I don’t want to sneak around. I don’t want to have to watch what I say to you when people are around. I…” she forced herself to look up this time. “I want to fall asleep in your arms after we…” her voice fail her, and she dropped her eyes back down to the floor.

 

She heard him sigh and then felt him take her hand. “Come on.” He pulled her to her feet and led her out of the changing room. It had indeed stopped raining, but the night air still carried a chill. They hurried toward the castle. As they passed through the doors, she tried to stop him and ask where they were going. He stopped for a moment. “Keep your voice down. You don’t want Flich to catch us, do you?” He smiled and winked at her as he led her further down an unfamiliar corridor. Finally he stopped.

 

“Oliver, where are we?” Azalea looked up and down the hallway. She was absolutely sure she’d never been here before.

 

“I’m giving you what you want, Lea.” The mischief faded from his face and he kissed her softly.

 

Her look of confusion deepened as he opened the heavy oak door. She leaned in, straining to see in the dim light. There was a sitting room with a few chairs and a small table next to a fireplace, and another door leading to, she supposed, another room. On the table were several books and magazines, each one having something to do with quidditch. She smiled up at him. “Isn’t there some kind of spell or… something preventing students from going into the private rooms of a teacher? I mean, this is against the rules…”

 

He kissed her again. “Dumbledore took all the wards and whatnot down today.” Azalea couldn’t help but think that Dumbledore had somehow foreseen just this situation occurring. “So,” he gestured for her to enter, “we’ve got all night for you to fall asleep in my arms.”