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lightofdaye) wrote2024-03-12 10:43 pm
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Drabble Series: Spring Forward (James Sirius/Dominique)
Title: Spring Forward
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: James Sirius Potter/Dominique Weasley
Word Count: 5 x 100
Content: Incest (first cousins), Mention of Seasonal Depression, 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:The coming of spring is very welcome for James and Dom.
A/n:Unbeta'd. Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hp_nextgen100's Prompt #295:"Spring Fever"
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One April morning not long after the clocks changed, Dominique Weasley awoke early. There was sunlight streaming through the windows, and with a burst of energy she got out of bed and sauntered into the main room of her flat.
She opened a window a crack, letting in fresh air and birdsong.
Dom was aware that she was happy, for that moment at least.
Then James Sirius Potter came out followed her out of their bedroom, running a hand through his thick auburn hair and singing along with the birdsong under his breath.
Dom did a double take and stared.
A wide smile spread across Dominique's face and she felt a flush of real, proper happiness for the first time in a while.
James was not build for winters, seasonal depression they called it and not to put to fine a point on it but Dom's sex drive was slightly higher than his at the best times and winter was far from the best of times.
"James…" Dom said, surprised. "you're singing."
"So I am," James said beaming down on her, more brightly than the sun outside.
Then he swept her up into a tight hug and held her close.
The embrace went on and on, not that Dom was complaining, she relaxed into her boyfriend's arms, her breathing and pulse slowed at first, but the longer it went on, they quickened again.
Dom's hard was racing by the time, she felt James' lips brush her ear and he said.
"I've been neglecting you," James said.
"It's… it's not your fault," Dom said.
"I know. You've been so patient. Thank you. Do you want to break our dry spell?"
"If you want to…"
"I really do." James hip's bumped against her. He was hard.
"Let's go back to bed then."
Dominique rode James, she'd gone without long enough that their foreplay was perfunctory. Quickly, she pinned him down in the centre of their bed and straddled him.
His hand was on her hip steadying her and she had one his chest for balance. Both their other hands were occupied lining themselves up.
Dominique pushed down onto him and James' cock parted her folds, she practically drenched him and then she was moving, working herself down with a frantic rhythm.
She lifted James' hands to play with her breasts, even as she knew she wasn't going to last long at all.
To Dom's great surprise James was ready to go again later that morning. That time she was on her back with her legs spread and James draped on top of her. His warm chocolate brown gaze locked with hers. His arms cushioning her shoulders and head, one hand stroking through her locks.
They kissed and he thrust into her at a wonderful and yet maddeningly slow pace that she knew he could keep going for ages.
James wasn't up for it as often as she was, but when he was, Dom thought, thanking heavens for spring fever, it was perfect.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: James Sirius Potter/Dominique Weasley
Word Count: 5 x 100
Content: Incest (first cousins), Mention of Seasonal Depression, 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:The coming of spring is very welcome for James and Dom.
A/n:Unbeta'd. Written for
hp_nextgen100's Prompt #295:"Spring Fever"- - -
One April morning not long after the clocks changed, Dominique Weasley awoke early. There was sunlight streaming through the windows, and with a burst of energy she got out of bed and sauntered into the main room of her flat.
She opened a window a crack, letting in fresh air and birdsong.
Dom was aware that she was happy, for that moment at least.
Then James Sirius Potter came out followed her out of their bedroom, running a hand through his thick auburn hair and singing along with the birdsong under his breath.
Dom did a double take and stared.
A wide smile spread across Dominique's face and she felt a flush of real, proper happiness for the first time in a while.
James was not build for winters, seasonal depression they called it and not to put to fine a point on it but Dom's sex drive was slightly higher than his at the best times and winter was far from the best of times.
"James…" Dom said, surprised. "you're singing."
"So I am," James said beaming down on her, more brightly than the sun outside.
Then he swept her up into a tight hug and held her close.
The embrace went on and on, not that Dom was complaining, she relaxed into her boyfriend's arms, her breathing and pulse slowed at first, but the longer it went on, they quickened again.
Dom's hard was racing by the time, she felt James' lips brush her ear and he said.
"I've been neglecting you," James said.
"It's… it's not your fault," Dom said.
"I know. You've been so patient. Thank you. Do you want to break our dry spell?"
"If you want to…"
"I really do." James hip's bumped against her. He was hard.
"Let's go back to bed then."
Dominique rode James, she'd gone without long enough that their foreplay was perfunctory. Quickly, she pinned him down in the centre of their bed and straddled him.
His hand was on her hip steadying her and she had one his chest for balance. Both their other hands were occupied lining themselves up.
Dominique pushed down onto him and James' cock parted her folds, she practically drenched him and then she was moving, working herself down with a frantic rhythm.
She lifted James' hands to play with her breasts, even as she knew she wasn't going to last long at all.
To Dom's great surprise James was ready to go again later that morning. That time she was on her back with her legs spread and James draped on top of her. His warm chocolate brown gaze locked with hers. His arms cushioning her shoulders and head, one hand stroking through her locks.
They kissed and he thrust into her at a wonderful and yet maddeningly slow pace that she knew he could keep going for ages.
James wasn't up for it as often as she was, but when he was, Dom thought, thanking heavens for spring fever, it was perfect.