a prompt given to me by the other half of the ship. whatever c: it's fern and emile having a cute little moment. (and by cute I mean well.. you'll find out)
Fern has never been one that is easily distracted. She has what you could call a bit of a one track mind, and so she can't help that she keeps staring at Emile's package. They're moving her things into his place, after her time at Hogwarts assisting Professor Sprout.
It's not that he won't have sex with her. No, that's not it at all. He puts out, she giggles to herself. And to her surprise, he doesn't treat her like a delicate little bloom, the way that she thought that he might. Not that he's crazy rough with her, but he doesn't act like he thinks he might break her, and for that she is grateful. But, he doesn't really seem comfortable with her only giving, always insisting that she get's something in return. Which seems a little bit ridiculous to her, because all she wants to do is blow him in the garden.
"Oh, vraiment? Is that right darling?" He questions in her ear, and she can feel her whole body flushing, because well she had been staring rather concentratedly, and she hadn't really meant to say that out loud at all. She must have dazed off, and now he was plastered up behind her, his large hands on her hips, his mouth leaning down to whisper in her ear. "I think that can be arranged."
Sometimes, Fern wants to be the one that feels powerful. She wants to feel like she can play him like a fiddle, and when he's leaning against the willow in their little garden, and she's sinking to her knees, moss cushioning them, she feels more in control then ever before.
After he's come, she swallows his load, and wipes the corner of her mouth with her tongue. She tucks him back into his underwear, and zips up his pants, and leans up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his mouth.
She laughs her way back into the house, and starts unpacking properly, her one track mind finally able to move on.
