Fic: Sleeping On Her Sofa (Harry/Susan)
Feb. 3rd, 2013 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lightofdayeWell I was moping all day. Not getting anywhere with anything and not feeling like I could start anything new. Then I remembered I’d written the first half of this in my notepad on the train ride home last weekend. So I typed it up and tried to complete it…
Title: Sleeping On The Sofa
Pairing:Harry/Susan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1,300
Summary: After the break-up, Harry ends up sleeping on a friend’s sofa.
Notes: Unbetaed. I just wanted to write some Harry/Susan. Though to be fair, with this amount of plot the pairing isn’t overly important…
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Harry lay flat on his back; his head resting on one battered arm of the sofa while his ankles dangled off the other. The position was not as comfortable as it could have been and the furnishings of the flat were not as fine as his were at Grimmald Place but there were definitely compensations that made the whole thing worthwhile; chiefly the fact that he was not lying on the sofa alone.
Susan Bones was entirely on top of him. Her legs straddled his waist and her head was propped up on her hands with the elbows resting on the sofa’s arm either side of Harry’s head. She was looking very pleased with herself and her smile was something to behold, stray hairs that escaped her plait framed her blues eyes and mischievous smile with strands of gold and the sight made Harry feel equally satisfied. After a moment’s admiration of the young man beneath her, Susan lowered her head to kiss his him but only gently, teasing him with the softest touch of her lips on his. Harry groaned slight and shifted where he lay; tilting his head back to try and deepen the kiss. The softness of her lips always amazed him when they snogged and he had no compunction against letting their lip lock drag on as it did, even though they’d been kissing like this for the last hour, even though his trousers were bulging and his cock ached with the tension and surely Susan must be able to feel it pressing against her.
Still neither of them tried to increase the pace of the encounter. Sex with Susan was not like it had been with anyone else. All he remembered with them was the hurriedness and the rushing to the climax which had passed for passion with them but Susan, even in moments like this, seemed to ooze an air of patience and languidness that was sensual all by itself. With Susan, he always felt he had all the time in the word.
Eventually the tip of her tongue brushed his lips, parting them and dipping into his mouth but only just; the tip of tongue brushing against his before retreating again. Harry murmured in disappointment, his arms had found their way around Susan’s waist and now he pulled her closer, still slowly and gently, but giving her the slightest hint to continue. Her tongue moved in again just slightly deeper and the game continued. Harry pulled her closer and was rewarded with a deeper kiss until their bodies were pressed seamlessly together and Susan’s tongue was plunging deep into his mouth.
They were both breathing deeply when the kiss ended, Harry could tell from the way Susan’s magnificent chest was pressed against his so he could feel her every inhalation pushing her tits still more firmly into him. Her forehead rested on his, the tip of her nose angled slightly so It didn’t collide with his own.
“Well. This is fun,” She said softly.
“Just fun?” Harry groaned, ”Good god girl, do you know how hard I am right now?”
She shifted her weight slightly, grinding against his cock. Harry groaned shamelessly.
“I may just have a faint idea” she said. “Do you know how wet I am?”
“Not yet but I bet I will soon,” Harry replied huskily.
“I’ll say you will.”
She kissed him again, her hands twining their way through his black hair, holding him in place as her tongue plunged deeply into him. Harry’s fingers found the bottom of Susan’s tee shirt and started peeling it upwards, so the next time she had to come up for air, they could pull it over her head entirely and cast it away. Susan’s hands quickly went to the straps of her plain bra and unhooked it so it could follow the t-shirt, allowing her breasts to spill out into the free air, a sight that never ceased to captivate Harry, his hands moving to cup and fondle them reverently.
“No fair,” Susan whimpered as Harry’s thumbs brushed against her taut nipples. “You’ve got to show too, Harry.”
They had to shift positions to get the rest of the clothes off, Susan taking her weight off him and moving to almost sitting position but still failed to avoid sitting heavily on Harry’s legs as she did so. The smallness of the sofa limited their mobility but Harry didn’t mind very much, it kept them close as well. They discarded their trousers and underwear without much ceremony. In the end there were limits to everyone’s patience, even Susan’s.
Completely naked, they lay back down on the sofa, their positions reversed. Susan looked slightly more vulnerable lying on her back but she beckoned Harry on all the same. Feeling awkward Harry clambered on top her. Her legs were spread as much as they could in the narrow confines of the sofa. Until one fell off the side entirely and fell to the floor with a thumb.
Their hands joined on his cock as they pushed on, directing him to Susan’s entrance. His head pressed against her lower lips and their hands moved off. Harry gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and then pushed forward. His cock slid into her in a single seamless movement, her slick walls accommodating him in a way that made the whole thing just seem so natural.
“You really weren’t kidding about being wet were you?” Harry said.
“You were expecting something else?” Susan smiled up at him.
They twisted and fidgeted and made small movements until they felt comfortable. Susan’ arms, gripped at Harry’s back and she managed to wrap the leg that had falled of the sofa around Harry’s leg, her ankle his inside his own.
Only then, when they lay comfortably entwined did he beginning to thrust, it was easy to fall into a rhythm with Susan. Their bodies undulating against each other, they moved with the same slowness they had kissed earlier, with the same slow burning passion.
Harry didn’t know how long it lasted, one minute or one hour. Slipping slowly in and out of Susan just felt so right, he lost track of things, only concentration on the smoothness of her flesh, the warm of her the bodies, the soft noises of pleasure that emanated with both of them.
Of course it couldn’t last forever, at some point Susan’s grip on him tightened. Her fingers digging into his back and bum and their movements became just a little bit faster and hard, losing the smoothness of undulations for definite thrusts. He couldn’t tell if Susan cried his name first or if it has been a response to him spilling himself inside her.
They lay exhausted, still entwined, hearts and breath slowly returning to something approaching normal.
“So,” said Susan, sometime later, now lying with her head against his chest, “when you tell your friends you’ve been sleeping on my sofa since you left Ginny. Do you think they know what you really mean?”
Harry pondered. Saying he left Ginny was a very polite way to put it after all.
“Probably. I mean, I do own a house you know and the lodgers there all moved out a week ago.”
Susan made a pleased sort of noise but didn’t speak for sometime.
“Harry. You do know you don’t have to sleep on the sofa right?”
And of course the question meant more than just what she had said. Susan had been very patient with him. She didn’t mind just being the rebound girl but still the offer of more was there.
“Yeah. I know. I think I might like that.”
Susan’s smile lit up the room.
Title: Sleeping On The Sofa
Pairing:Harry/Susan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1,300
Summary: After the break-up, Harry ends up sleeping on a friend’s sofa.
Notes: Unbetaed. I just wanted to write some Harry/Susan. Though to be fair, with this amount of plot the pairing isn’t overly important…
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Harry lay flat on his back; his head resting on one battered arm of the sofa while his ankles dangled off the other. The position was not as comfortable as it could have been and the furnishings of the flat were not as fine as his were at Grimmald Place but there were definitely compensations that made the whole thing worthwhile; chiefly the fact that he was not lying on the sofa alone.
Susan Bones was entirely on top of him. Her legs straddled his waist and her head was propped up on her hands with the elbows resting on the sofa’s arm either side of Harry’s head. She was looking very pleased with herself and her smile was something to behold, stray hairs that escaped her plait framed her blues eyes and mischievous smile with strands of gold and the sight made Harry feel equally satisfied. After a moment’s admiration of the young man beneath her, Susan lowered her head to kiss his him but only gently, teasing him with the softest touch of her lips on his. Harry groaned slight and shifted where he lay; tilting his head back to try and deepen the kiss. The softness of her lips always amazed him when they snogged and he had no compunction against letting their lip lock drag on as it did, even though they’d been kissing like this for the last hour, even though his trousers were bulging and his cock ached with the tension and surely Susan must be able to feel it pressing against her.
Still neither of them tried to increase the pace of the encounter. Sex with Susan was not like it had been with anyone else. All he remembered with them was the hurriedness and the rushing to the climax which had passed for passion with them but Susan, even in moments like this, seemed to ooze an air of patience and languidness that was sensual all by itself. With Susan, he always felt he had all the time in the word.
Eventually the tip of her tongue brushed his lips, parting them and dipping into his mouth but only just; the tip of tongue brushing against his before retreating again. Harry murmured in disappointment, his arms had found their way around Susan’s waist and now he pulled her closer, still slowly and gently, but giving her the slightest hint to continue. Her tongue moved in again just slightly deeper and the game continued. Harry pulled her closer and was rewarded with a deeper kiss until their bodies were pressed seamlessly together and Susan’s tongue was plunging deep into his mouth.
They were both breathing deeply when the kiss ended, Harry could tell from the way Susan’s magnificent chest was pressed against his so he could feel her every inhalation pushing her tits still more firmly into him. Her forehead rested on his, the tip of her nose angled slightly so It didn’t collide with his own.
“Well. This is fun,” She said softly.
“Just fun?” Harry groaned, ”Good god girl, do you know how hard I am right now?”
She shifted her weight slightly, grinding against his cock. Harry groaned shamelessly.
“I may just have a faint idea” she said. “Do you know how wet I am?”
“Not yet but I bet I will soon,” Harry replied huskily.
“I’ll say you will.”
She kissed him again, her hands twining their way through his black hair, holding him in place as her tongue plunged deeply into him. Harry’s fingers found the bottom of Susan’s tee shirt and started peeling it upwards, so the next time she had to come up for air, they could pull it over her head entirely and cast it away. Susan’s hands quickly went to the straps of her plain bra and unhooked it so it could follow the t-shirt, allowing her breasts to spill out into the free air, a sight that never ceased to captivate Harry, his hands moving to cup and fondle them reverently.
“No fair,” Susan whimpered as Harry’s thumbs brushed against her taut nipples. “You’ve got to show too, Harry.”
They had to shift positions to get the rest of the clothes off, Susan taking her weight off him and moving to almost sitting position but still failed to avoid sitting heavily on Harry’s legs as she did so. The smallness of the sofa limited their mobility but Harry didn’t mind very much, it kept them close as well. They discarded their trousers and underwear without much ceremony. In the end there were limits to everyone’s patience, even Susan’s.
Completely naked, they lay back down on the sofa, their positions reversed. Susan looked slightly more vulnerable lying on her back but she beckoned Harry on all the same. Feeling awkward Harry clambered on top her. Her legs were spread as much as they could in the narrow confines of the sofa. Until one fell off the side entirely and fell to the floor with a thumb.
Their hands joined on his cock as they pushed on, directing him to Susan’s entrance. His head pressed against her lower lips and their hands moved off. Harry gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and then pushed forward. His cock slid into her in a single seamless movement, her slick walls accommodating him in a way that made the whole thing just seem so natural.
“You really weren’t kidding about being wet were you?” Harry said.
“You were expecting something else?” Susan smiled up at him.
They twisted and fidgeted and made small movements until they felt comfortable. Susan’ arms, gripped at Harry’s back and she managed to wrap the leg that had falled of the sofa around Harry’s leg, her ankle his inside his own.
Only then, when they lay comfortably entwined did he beginning to thrust, it was easy to fall into a rhythm with Susan. Their bodies undulating against each other, they moved with the same slowness they had kissed earlier, with the same slow burning passion.
Harry didn’t know how long it lasted, one minute or one hour. Slipping slowly in and out of Susan just felt so right, he lost track of things, only concentration on the smoothness of her flesh, the warm of her the bodies, the soft noises of pleasure that emanated with both of them.
Of course it couldn’t last forever, at some point Susan’s grip on him tightened. Her fingers digging into his back and bum and their movements became just a little bit faster and hard, losing the smoothness of undulations for definite thrusts. He couldn’t tell if Susan cried his name first or if it has been a response to him spilling himself inside her.
They lay exhausted, still entwined, hearts and breath slowly returning to something approaching normal.
“So,” said Susan, sometime later, now lying with her head against his chest, “when you tell your friends you’ve been sleeping on my sofa since you left Ginny. Do you think they know what you really mean?”
Harry pondered. Saying he left Ginny was a very polite way to put it after all.
“Probably. I mean, I do own a house you know and the lodgers there all moved out a week ago.”
Susan made a pleased sort of noise but didn’t speak for sometime.
“Harry. You do know you don’t have to sleep on the sofa right?”
And of course the question meant more than just what she had said. Susan had been very patient with him. She didn’t mind just being the rebound girl but still the offer of more was there.
“Yeah. I know. I think I might like that.”
Susan’s smile lit up the room.
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Date: 2013-02-04 01:53 am (UTC)The only criticism I had was that there were a few places where you needed commas, but other than that I felt like this piece was really strong. Well done!
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Date: 2013-02-04 11:27 am (UTC)Yeah I think I fail at pwp I couldn't write this with at least hinting at background.
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Date: 2013-02-04 02:25 pm (UTC)Well done. :)
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Date: 2013-02-04 03:21 pm (UTC)*Heart explodes*
Date: 2013-02-24 04:13 pm (UTC)This was SO good!!!
Re: *Heart explodes*
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