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Drabble Series: Good luck, Roxy! (Al/Roxy)
Title: Good luck, Roxy!
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Albus Severus Potter/Roxanne Weasley, Fred Weasley II
Word Count: 9 x 100
Content: PWP, Cousin incest, vaginal sex
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: All the best Quidditch players have their rituals.
A/n: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hp_nextgen100's prompt #270: "Ritual" albeit I only used it at the end, I expected this to be a lot shorter and get to the punchline quicker but the smut got away from me.
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Roxanne Weasley stood up and stretched theatrically.
"Early night for me," she announced to the room. "I've got a big day tomorrow."
Her parents didn't look up from what they were doing but they did wish her a good night and good luck for tomorrow.
Freddie on the other hand, said;
"Really? A big day, why is that?" -in a mock surprised tone.
"Quidditch trials," Roxy said as if he'd been sincere.
"You should have said, I had no idea." Freddie said. "What is Quid Ditch anyway?"
Roxy gave him a two fingered salute and bounced out of the room.
Roxy clattered up the starts to her third floor room in the shop’s rafters. She closed the door and turned to fall down on her bed.
There was already someone there.
A tall lanky someone with smooth sable hair and brilliant emerald eyes.
"Took you long enough," said Al Potter, coming almost to his feet. Unlike Roxy he couldn't stand straight under the slopping roof.
"We both know you'd wait a lot longer for this if you had to," Roxy said with a grin.
"Guilty." Al said. "Well, actually not about this at all."
He leant down and kissed her.
Al was a very good kisser Roxy thought as his mouth melded with hers but he was a little hasty with his hands. His hand immediately cupped and squeezed her breast through her top.
Still it wasn't as if they had all night. Roxy's hand tugged at his shirt and dragged him over to the bed. Springs sprung and they tumbled into it, kissing again. Al moving to push her top up and over her head, before skilfully undoing the front clasp of her bra.
Al swore as her bra fell apart leaving her bare chest to his admiring gaze.
Roxanne bit back a loud moan as Al's hands cupped and squeezed her tits, his expression was equal parts awe and concentration.
Al's thumbs brushed over Roxy's hardened nipples and this time she did moan for him, Al smiled in response.
"You like that, huh?"
"What do you think?" Roxy said. "Oh fuck!"
Al had swooped down and wrapped his mouth around one tit. His now free hand worked their way downwards over Roxy's trembling abs to the button of her jeans.
He raised an eyebrow at her and she gave a nod. Next thing she knew she was naked.
"Why am I the only one naked here?" Roxy said. "Come on, you've got to get your kit off if we're doing this."
"Oh… right," Al said and unbelievably he blushed a little and took his shirt off.
He had a nice chest, he wasn't as athletic as Roxy was but still fit in both sense of the word.
"All of it," Roxanne said firmly.
Al blushed harder and shed his trousers and then at last his pants, his erection sprang out freely.
"Must have been uncomfortable keeping that contained," Roxy said, blushing herself, looking at it with wide eyes.
Once the hurdle of getting naked was done with Al need very little coaxing to get in bed with Roxanne. They kissed again, their hands wandering eagerly over naked skin and feeling good as they did.
Roxanne's hand went to stroke Al's cocke and she marvelled at his heft and with whispered encouragement, he touched her between the legs his awe at her wetness was audible.
Roxy lay back and spread her legs and Al slid easily into her. He came down on top of her, pressing against her breasts and kissing her, he started to push into her eagerly.
Al was not bad at all in bed, Roxanne thought. He thrust into her, missionary style, alternating between quick and slow strokes, his kisses were sensuous and just the sight of his green eyes was intensely erotic.
And yet she wasn't going to come from this, she thought even as she clutched at his back.
"Al…" She gasped.
"Oh Roxy!" he gasped, pleased and unaware she was going to say more. She tried again.
"Hang on, Al,"
He stopped immediately.
"What?" He looked worried. "That was good wasn't it?"
"It was good," Roxy reassured. "Good, but it could better if…"
A couple of minutes later, Roxy was face down and arse up in her bed, with Al pounding into her, his hips smacking against her bum each time.
Roxy's face was buried in a quickly charmed pillow and she moaned and wailed to her heart's content into it without the sound going any further. Al's hands fondled and squeezed her arse, while one of hers reached under her body to fondle her clit.
The combination of sensations and the lack of call for restraint got Roxy off nicely and she came even as Al spilled into her with a gasp.
Cleaning spells were incredibly useful for being able to enjoy the afterglow without the stickyness. Al was lying full out in her bed, his feet reaching just beyond the mattress while Roxy snuggled up against him.
"Thanks for this," she said softly.
"My pleasure," Al whispered in reply.
There was a long comfortable silence before Al spoke again.
"So when you get on the team…"
"Don't jinx it," Roxy chided.
"When you get on the team," Al said, "you'll be playing all the time."
"So?"
"Every good player needs a pre-match ritual." Al said. "I think we've just found yours."
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Albus Severus Potter/Roxanne Weasley, Fred Weasley II
Word Count: 9 x 100
Content: PWP, Cousin incest, vaginal sex
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: All the best Quidditch players have their rituals.
A/n: Written for
hp_nextgen100's prompt #270: "Ritual" albeit I only used it at the end, I expected this to be a lot shorter and get to the punchline quicker but the smut got away from me.---
Roxanne Weasley stood up and stretched theatrically.
"Early night for me," she announced to the room. "I've got a big day tomorrow."
Her parents didn't look up from what they were doing but they did wish her a good night and good luck for tomorrow.
Freddie on the other hand, said;
"Really? A big day, why is that?" -in a mock surprised tone.
"Quidditch trials," Roxy said as if he'd been sincere.
"You should have said, I had no idea." Freddie said. "What is Quid Ditch anyway?"
Roxy gave him a two fingered salute and bounced out of the room.
Roxy clattered up the starts to her third floor room in the shop’s rafters. She closed the door and turned to fall down on her bed.
There was already someone there.
A tall lanky someone with smooth sable hair and brilliant emerald eyes.
"Took you long enough," said Al Potter, coming almost to his feet. Unlike Roxy he couldn't stand straight under the slopping roof.
"We both know you'd wait a lot longer for this if you had to," Roxy said with a grin.
"Guilty." Al said. "Well, actually not about this at all."
He leant down and kissed her.
Al was a very good kisser Roxy thought as his mouth melded with hers but he was a little hasty with his hands. His hand immediately cupped and squeezed her breast through her top.
Still it wasn't as if they had all night. Roxy's hand tugged at his shirt and dragged him over to the bed. Springs sprung and they tumbled into it, kissing again. Al moving to push her top up and over her head, before skilfully undoing the front clasp of her bra.
Al swore as her bra fell apart leaving her bare chest to his admiring gaze.
Roxanne bit back a loud moan as Al's hands cupped and squeezed her tits, his expression was equal parts awe and concentration.
Al's thumbs brushed over Roxy's hardened nipples and this time she did moan for him, Al smiled in response.
"You like that, huh?"
"What do you think?" Roxy said. "Oh fuck!"
Al had swooped down and wrapped his mouth around one tit. His now free hand worked their way downwards over Roxy's trembling abs to the button of her jeans.
He raised an eyebrow at her and she gave a nod. Next thing she knew she was naked.
"Why am I the only one naked here?" Roxy said. "Come on, you've got to get your kit off if we're doing this."
"Oh… right," Al said and unbelievably he blushed a little and took his shirt off.
He had a nice chest, he wasn't as athletic as Roxy was but still fit in both sense of the word.
"All of it," Roxanne said firmly.
Al blushed harder and shed his trousers and then at last his pants, his erection sprang out freely.
"Must have been uncomfortable keeping that contained," Roxy said, blushing herself, looking at it with wide eyes.
Once the hurdle of getting naked was done with Al need very little coaxing to get in bed with Roxanne. They kissed again, their hands wandering eagerly over naked skin and feeling good as they did.
Roxanne's hand went to stroke Al's cocke and she marvelled at his heft and with whispered encouragement, he touched her between the legs his awe at her wetness was audible.
Roxy lay back and spread her legs and Al slid easily into her. He came down on top of her, pressing against her breasts and kissing her, he started to push into her eagerly.
Al was not bad at all in bed, Roxanne thought. He thrust into her, missionary style, alternating between quick and slow strokes, his kisses were sensuous and just the sight of his green eyes was intensely erotic.
And yet she wasn't going to come from this, she thought even as she clutched at his back.
"Al…" She gasped.
"Oh Roxy!" he gasped, pleased and unaware she was going to say more. She tried again.
"Hang on, Al,"
He stopped immediately.
"What?" He looked worried. "That was good wasn't it?"
"It was good," Roxy reassured. "Good, but it could better if…"
A couple of minutes later, Roxy was face down and arse up in her bed, with Al pounding into her, his hips smacking against her bum each time.
Roxy's face was buried in a quickly charmed pillow and she moaned and wailed to her heart's content into it without the sound going any further. Al's hands fondled and squeezed her arse, while one of hers reached under her body to fondle her clit.
The combination of sensations and the lack of call for restraint got Roxy off nicely and she came even as Al spilled into her with a gasp.
Cleaning spells were incredibly useful for being able to enjoy the afterglow without the stickyness. Al was lying full out in her bed, his feet reaching just beyond the mattress while Roxy snuggled up against him.
"Thanks for this," she said softly.
"My pleasure," Al whispered in reply.
There was a long comfortable silence before Al spoke again.
"So when you get on the team…"
"Don't jinx it," Roxy chided.
"When you get on the team," Al said, "you'll be playing all the time."
"So?"
"Every good player needs a pre-match ritual." Al said. "I think we've just found yours."