Chilling matters
Feb. 28th, 2013 07:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lightofdayeSo a reminder. I currently lodge in a house with a young couple. Good stuff, get a shelf of the fridge and everything.
The fridge which is currently holding steady at 8 degree C temperature instead of 3.
This is third time this has happened. They finally got the messsage and are going to go fridge shopping for a new one. So its not a huge deal but still I just got myself extra cheese to enjoy last week.
So all in all feeling rather mopey at the moment.
The fridge which is currently holding steady at 8 degree C temperature instead of 3.
This is third time this has happened. They finally got the messsage and are going to go fridge shopping for a new one. So its not a huge deal but still I just got myself extra cheese to enjoy last week.
So all in all feeling rather mopey at the moment.
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Date: 2013-02-28 07:57 pm (UTC)What kind of cheese?
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Date: 2013-02-28 08:05 pm (UTC)and one block of white cheshire. Which was the extra nice crumbly cheese i got for a treat. (and beacause it was 2 for £3 offer lol)
Landpeople have said they'd pay me back for the contents of the fridge though.
Because I don't like mopey Daye....
Date: 2013-02-28 09:28 pm (UTC)He paused for a moment at that thought, closing his eyes and reminding himself that having her as a temporary housemate was a mutually beneficial arrangement. She got a free place to stay while her flat was being renovated. And all of the reporters who saw her coming in and out of Grimmauld Place inevitably announced the news to the rest of Wizarding Britain — “Harry Potter on the Rebound!” — and he got left alone by the multitudes of women who were shamelessly vying for that supposed honor.
It couldn’t have been more perfect.
The problem was that Demelza was clueless. Yeah, she’d been a great Chaser that last year he was at Hogwarts, but she was a little absent-minded. She forgot to take out the trash. More than once, he’d found the milk in the cupboard and the cereal in the fridge. Owls got misplaced. Laundry got misplaced. His razors got misplaced. And she got distracted easily. Merlin forbid he ask her to do something like pick up a 6-pack of butterbeer on her way home from work. Actually, he’d done that once, and she’d arrived instead with an armful of Quidditch magazines from the newsstand located beside the convenience store.
Harry could live with all this. It was a bit more difficult to cope when she did things like forget to close her bedroom door while getting dressed. Or forget to lock the bathroom door while she was taking a bubble bath. Or forget to put on a robe before she came down for breakfast. Or forget that she needed to sew that third button back on that certain shirt that gaped unforgivably when she bent over, giving him a glimpse of shadowy cleavage between the cups of her white lace satin-and-lace bra.
Harry arranged the bread on a plate and took a few deep breaths. She was his housemate. That was all. He wasn’t going to take advantage of the situation. He was an idiot if he couldn’t control his hormones for a few measly months.
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Date: 2013-02-28 09:28 pm (UTC)She must have misplaced her note, Harry thought with a flash of aggravation as he pulled out his lukewarm cheese, which had gotten kind of floppy in the absence of cool air. It also smelled funny.
“Demelza!” he yelled, his voice carrying out of the kitchen. “Not the Cooling Charm!” Anything but that, Harry thought desperately. He checked the other contents. Warm butterbeer. Wilted lettuce. Spoiled milk. “Demelza!”
“Is something wrong, Harry?”
He whirled around, cheese in one hand and ruined bacon in the other, and froze. She was wearing that damn negligee again, along with an innocent expression. Harry remembered with a groan that she had misplaced the matching robe last week. He remembered because she had whined that this set – a periwinkle blue baby doll chemise with charmeuse robe – had been her favorite.
It was his favorite, too. He was so screwed.
She started walking towards him, and he took in the lacy hem that cut high across her thin, slightly tanned thighs, riding up to give him the tiniest peek of matching silk knickers. He noted the way her hardened nipples pressed against the thin silk, and the way one spaghetti strap started to slip down her shoulder as she moved, exposing more of the soft curve of one breast, and honestly, if she didn’t pull it back up soon, her entire tit was going to be hanging out. He could already see the dark pink edge of one nipple—
“Harry?”
He cleared his throat. He felt really stupid holding a wedge of cheese. He motioned with it to the food cupboard. “The… er, Cooling Charm.”
She gave him the deer-in-headlights look. Her lips made a little “O” of surprise. “Don’t tell me I forgot again?”
“It’s…” He paused. She was standing right in front of him now, taking the bacon out of his hand and putting it on the table. He hung on to the cheese. “Really, it’s all right. Everything’s just a little—“ He gasped as she lifted her hand and hooked a finger in the neckline of his t-shirt, pulling him down until their lips were a breath apart. “—warm.”
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Date: 2013-02-28 09:43 pm (UTC)Thank you. I was giggling through out. Poor clueless Harry.
Poor innocent cheese as well. Passed before its time.
Please Harry, please let her make it up to you! And you really liked that cheese she's going to have to try very long and hard before she can do that! *shamelessly begs tam for smut? ;D*
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Date: 2013-02-28 09:50 pm (UTC)Alas, I'm not sure I have Harry smut in me. (Wow, that sounds dirty.)
R.I.P. White Cheshire. I take cheese very seriously myself. :(
Re: Because I don't like mopey Daye....
Date: 2013-02-28 09:53 pm (UTC)what does demelza even look like?!
Well i can't complain your begging in comments never gets anywhere with me. heheehheehe.
Re: Because I don't like mopey Daye....
Date: 2013-02-28 10:00 pm (UTC)I don't think we know from canon. I always envisioned her with shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes and dimples. A real girl-next-door sweetheart.
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Date: 2013-02-28 10:02 pm (UTC)Hmmm. That sounds good to me. very good.
Re: Because I don't like mopey Daye....
Date: 2013-03-01 10:46 am (UTC)And tongue-in-cheek taking the mick out of my plot bunnies and conventions! Lets see... clueless Harry... Dumped Harry... Harry that all the girls want.. awkward house mates at Grimmauld place and Harry being far too noble for his own good.
Tis a daye cliché smorgasbord and its hilariously aweomse.
I am still aching for demelza porn btw.
Re: Because I don't like mopey Daye....
Date: 2013-03-01 01:55 pm (UTC)But I am falling in love with your Harry!!! *pulls out hair*
Seriously, I never thought it would be possible for me to love this kind of Harry (er, heterosexual, that is). But this is the second time this week I've attempted to write him, and he's making me a gooey fangirl mess. There is something so irresistable about clueless and noble.
I'll see what I can do. ;)
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Date: 2013-03-01 02:29 pm (UTC)My Harry?! He's not my harry! He's everyone's Harry. Or if you like canonical harry *egotrip*
*teases*
Date: 2013-03-01 08:01 pm (UTC)Harry swallowed heavily as she began fisting her hand in his shirt. This is normally where he would wave off her apology, telling her it was no big deal. But the way she was licking her lips seemed like a big deal, and so did the way that one strap was still precariously slipping down her arm. “Oh? What kind of things?”
Rather than answer, she pressed her lips to his. Harry inhaled sharply at the action. Demelza was kissing him. Okay. This was… not appropriate housemate behavior. And it did not get any more appropriate when she changed the angle and opened her lips, letting the tip of her tongue lightly brush his lips until he really felt he had no choice but open up and let her in. It became less appropriate when she tangled her hands in his unruly hair and groaned into the kiss. And it became downright improper when she began putting her entire body into it, flattening her breasts against him and lifting one leg to wrap around him, toes caressing the back of his knee.
Honestly, at this point, it seemed that maintaining decorum was a nonissue. Harry tossed the cheese over his shoulder. What the hell? It was ruined, anyway.
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Date: 2013-03-01 08:36 pm (UTC)This ridiculous garment she was wearing was an absolute mockery, and it was driving him nuts. It slipped around under his hand like liquid, and he couldn’t help grasping handfuls of it in rhythm with their kiss, knowing it was so short that he was baring her arse to the chilly kitchen air. He could feel the rustle of that silky fabric against his t-shirt. He could only imagine what it would feel like against his bare skin.
As though reading his mind, Demelza broke the kiss, her hands scrabbling for the hem of his t-shirt. Harry had never seen this Demelza before. Her lips were wet and swollen, her neck and chest flushed, blue eyes nearly navy under her heavy eyelids.
“Wait,” Harry said, even as his body roared its disapproval. He wrapped his hands over hers to stop her motion. “We shouldn’t.”
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Date: 2013-03-01 09:22 pm (UTC)“Things could get weird,” Harry replied, and it sounded weak even to him, especially considering things had just gotten pretty weird. How much weirder could they really get? a little voice inside him asked.
Demelza ducked her head, giving him an innocent smile. “But, Harry,” she protested, dragging one fingernail slowly up the length of his spine, “this is just compensation.” She raked her fingers down over his side and slid them along the waistband of his jeans. “That’s all.” With one quick motion, she popped the button on his jeans. “Nothing weird about it.”
That logic seemed sound to Harry. Wait, no it didn’t. “Compensation?” he repeated. Her fingers once again grasped the hem of his shirt, and started pushing it up his chest, and it was just a shirt, right? He didn’t see why taking his shirt off would be weird. It was just as easy to put it back on if things got out of hand. So he tugged it over his head and tossed it aside, earning him a brief wide-eyed look from Demelza.
Just as quickly, her eyelids drooped again, her chest rising and falling as she took a deep breath. “Mm-hmm,” she purred. She ran one finger down the center of his chest, circling his navel and toying with his zipper pull. “For the cheese.”
*finally gets to pull out the speshul icon*
Date: 2013-03-01 09:48 pm (UTC)Yes, she was. She did. She eased his zipper down and hooked her finger in the waistband of his pants, tugging them away from his body while her other hand reached inside, and without a moment’s hesitation, her fingers closed around his cock and started to stroke. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep his hips from jerking into the touch. “Ididjustbuyit,” he managed to say.
“See?” she said, as though this settled the matter. She used her free hand to ease his jeans and pants down slightly over his hips, and Harry saw no reason why he shouldn’t reach up and run his thumb over the pebbled nipple that was just almost exposed by her drooping neckline. It tightened further at his touch, and then he couldn’t help pushing the fabric out of the way and leaning forward with a soft moan and wrapping his lips around that hard peak.
Demelza’s head fell back, but she didn’t stop stroking him. “I would feel horrible if I didn’t make it up to you somehow,” she continued. “It seems only… ah!… fair.”
Harry pulled back, thumbing at the moisture his mouth left behind. “Well, when you put it that way—” He stopped, gasping, as she lowered herself to her knees. “Oh gods, Demelza.” No, no, no. He couldn’t let this go on. Could he?
But there was no stopping it. Before he could protest, she ran the flat of her tongue slowly from his balls to the head of his prick. Then she looked up at him from underneath her lashes and gave him a smirk that showed off the dimple in one cheek. “Do you think something like this will help make up for it?”
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Date: 2013-03-01 10:33 pm (UTC)egwojpGMwgmovRWGVAENMRMLOAEFV;ML
Yes. yes I do. This is beyond hotness, sweet cracky wonderful sexy fun. I am truly in your debt. I cannot say enough nice things about your spontaneous wonderfulness.
Re: *finally gets to pull out the speshul icon*
Date: 2013-03-01 10:46 pm (UTC)You owe me nothing. Nothing, I say! Consider this beta thanks and cheese consolation, nothing more.
Re: *finally gets to pull out the speshul icon*
Date: 2013-03-01 10:57 pm (UTC)And you've better plenty of my stuff so we're even on that score.
Current fridge temp: 12 C.
Re: *finally gets to pull out the speshul icon*
Date: 2013-03-01 11:07 pm (UTC)What the...? Not cool. Literally.
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Date: 2013-03-01 11:14 pm (UTC)blow jobs are serious business
Date: 2013-03-02 01:23 am (UTC)"Mmm," Demelza hummed around him, stopping only to swirl her tongue around the head of his dick before swallowing it once again. Her tongue laved the underside as she worked, and she was apparently not one to shy away from getting messy, and Harry could not believe this was happening. He watched, mouth gaping slightly, as she tirelessly dragged her mouth up and down almost his entire length, her chin coated with spit as her jaw began to slacken under the stress.
Then she pulled away with a wet noise and gave him the most wicked smile, keeping up the motion with her hand. "Good?" she asked.
Don't stop, don't stop, his mind screamed in answer. "Brilliant," he replied breathlessly.
"You can use your hands, you know," she said almost shyly, and a faint blush worked its way across her high cheekbones. "And you can move if you like." Her voice got quieter. "I like that."
Whoa. Harry didn't know what to think about that. It just seemed so... not what a decent bloke did while getting a blow job.
Noting his hesitation, Demelza reached up and took hold of one of his hands and brought it to her face, closing her eyes and rubbing her cheek against his palm like a kitten. All right. He could do that. He brushed his thumb tenderly over that flushed skin, his breath catching in his throat when her lips parted on a sigh. Then she looked up at him again and wrapped her lips around just the head of his cock, sucking slightly and tonguing the sensitive underside. When she started moving up and down again, it was only the slightest bit, and of course Harry wanted more, and when one of her eyebrows shot up as though in challenge, he gave in.
He sifted his fingers through her hair, his fingertips caressing her scalp, and he gently began pumping his hips. And he only thought getting head was sexy before. But to stand there and watch his own hips work… to drive his swollen dick forward and watch it disappear over and over again between those soft, pink, spit-slicked lips… to feel her close those lips around him in response, as firmly as she could, to give him just the right pressure... and to feel her moan around him when he tightened his fingers in her hair just the smallest amount….
Harry wanted it to go on forever, but eventually Demelza pulled away with a hum of delight and started to stand. "Mmm, that was nice," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Harry just stared. "You don't know how much that turns me on." And with that, she pulled him down for another kiss.
Suddenly, Harry couldn't get enough. He plundered her mouth, his tongue working just like he wanted to work his cock inside her, and Demelza responded by shamelessly grinding herself against his thigh. Harry shifted their positions, pressing her back against the counter and trying not to think about how ridiculous he must look with his jeans practically around his thighs. It seemed like this could only be headed one place, and he really couldn't be bothered about anything more than getting there.
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Date: 2013-03-02 01:26 am (UTC)"You know, Harry," she gasped, "it’s really too bad you’re worried about the housemate thing."
Harry kissed his way up her neck to her ear. "Yeah," he replied. "It’s possible that I was blowing that out of proportion." After all, he'd been known to do that type of thing.
"No, I get it," she said, and she abruptly pulled away, skirting her way around him. Harry's blood raged in his veins at the thought of stopping now, but Demelza merely gave him one of those dimpled smiles and started shimmying out of her knickers, backing towards the kitchen table. "You don’t want to take advantage."
"No," Harry panted, even as he followed her mindlessly, trying not to get tangled in his jeans. "No, I don’t."
Demelza lifted herself onto the table and spread her legs, silently motioning for him to take his place between them. "That’s very noble," she commended him, but she broke off in a gasp when he stepped between her legs, hands sliding up the inside of her thighs. It was his turn to gasp when she wrapped her fingers around his cock and positioned it at her entrance, and she was absolutely sopping wet. "But it would be rude to leave a girl hanging," she suggested. "Don't you think?"
"That’s… " Harry swallowed, staring down at all of that soaked, pink flesh that seemed to want nothing more than to spread for him and take him in. "I see your point." And with that, he started to press forward, and just as that soft, welcoming heat surrounded the head of his dick—
"Oh, no!" Demelza wailed.
"What?" Harry demanded, panicked. He started to pull back, but she wrapped her legs around him to keep him from going anwhere. "What is it?"
She bit her lip. "I can’t be sure. But I think I might have left the water running upstairs."
Oh, for Merlin's sake. "It’s fine, it’s fine," Harry insisted. Grimmauld Place could flood for all he cared. "That’s what drying charms are for."
But Demelza still looked pensive, and it was difficult for Harry to impale a girl when she looked like she was trying to solve an advanced Arithmancy problem. "I mean, I remember I had just put toothpaste on my toothbrush when I heard you calling my name," she thought aloud. "And usually I don’t wet my toothbrush before I use it, and I hardly ever let the water run while I brush my teeth because that’s so wasteful." She moved a fraction of an inch then, and a smile tugged at her lips. "Harry, you have a really nice dick, by the way."
And he really would like to show her what he could do with it, any time now. "Er… thanks," he responded, feeling a bit helpless.
"But I could be wrong," Demelza continued. When Harry frowned, she amended, "About the faucet. Not about your dick. I mean, what if this is the one time I did turn the water on before I brushed my teeth, and the sink is up there overflowing?"
She could not be serious. Harry took a deep breath. "Let’s take our chances," he growled, beyond caring about his plumbing. Well, that kind of plumbing, anyway.
"All right, then," Demelza replied with a broad grin. "If you insist."
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Date: 2013-03-02 01:27 am (UTC)Perfect. He couldn't wait any longer. He leaned over her and started to move – forcing himself to make the languid strokes that always caused his arousal to skyrocket.
"Oh!" Demelza cried out. "Oh, gods, that feels amazing."
"Yeah," Harry muttered mindlessly, picking up the pace. "Yes." He could already feel his muscles start to tighten and prayed that Demelza was close to coming because after that blow job, he felt like he was hanging on by a thread.
She lay back all the way then, and Harry tugged at the neckline of her negligee, exposing her breasts, which bounced slightly with the motion of his thrusts. The hem pooled around her waist, and Harry looked down to where they were joined, watching his cock slide wetly in and out of her grasping cunt. Merlin, that was hot. His hips snapped more forcefully, even as he tried to hold back, and Demelza started bucking against him, driving him deeper. She had to be close. Had to be.
Desperate, Harry grabbed one of her hands and led it to her clit. "Touch yourself," he whispered, "please." She knew what worked better than he did. He wanted to watch her come undone.
She obeyed instantly, as though she had just been waiting for him to ask. He watched, mesmerized, as she stroked herself, fingers flying over that mysterious nub of flesh, pussy tightening around his shaft. Her hips shot off the table, her back arched, and then her body was spasming around him, and Harry couldn't wait one more second. Without even giving her a chance to ride it out, he slammed forward, again and again, pistoning in and out of her quivering slit until it overtook him completely, and he stilled, pumping her full of his release, his whole body jerking with the force of it.
He collapsed, not even bothering to withdraw yet, and felt one last spasm shake him all the way to his trembling knees. Demelza toyed with his sweaty hair. Then she giggled.
"So do you want me to pick up some more cheese on my way home tomorrow night?" she asked.
The End
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Date: 2013-03-02 08:42 am (UTC)Also you no longer get to claim you can't write Harry. Yay! Now all your fic can have him! :P
I loved the 'nice guys don't face fuck a girl' thing and Demelza being all 'no, no. go ahead please I'm into that!'
Hilarious fic and so hot as well, well done! I can speak the highest and unreserved praise of it.
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Date: 2013-03-02 05:52 pm (UTC)I have a feeling that a lot of Demelza's forgetfulness was an act. I doubt it's escaped your attention that I have a thing for pretended female coyness and ditziness. Mmm.
I had so much fun writing this for you, and darn if I don't want to write more Harry. What are you doing to me?! :P
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Date: 2013-03-02 08:59 pm (UTC)Apparently I am being a bad influence. First time for everything.
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Date: 2013-03-01 01:58 am (UTC)My current apartment has a missing shelf in the fridge. There's a track where a shelf used to be and a frame, but the actual shelf is gone. At first I thought it was just my bad eyesight but then I felt around like "wtf where'd the shelf go?"
If it's cold enough you could always store things outside. I've been to parties where people stick the beer bottles in a snow drift to keep them cold.
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Date: 2013-03-01 07:50 am (UTC)Damn, sounds like we all have bad luck when it comes to appliances. lol.