Marianne and Theo reuniting
Not sure if this really qualifies as a kink but, heavy teasing, minor fem Dom vibes and conflicted longing
This one has a song associated with it. This is just their song, I can't hear it without thinking of them. I also wrote a whole scene for this.
Its been quite a long time since Theodore Nott has gone to one of his family's famous Gala's. His step mother had always made sure it was the most lavish event of the year. She has been ill as of late, so that expectation fell to the new Lady Nott, Theo's brother August's new wife. Well new to Theo. she has done a wonderful job
The only upside to even going to the gala or venturing out of his old room to socialize is that maybe some of his old friends would be in attendance. And standing where he is, near the tea sandwiches he was right. Many of his old friends from school showed up, though a small miscalculation had just occurred to him, because in walks the one person he did not want to see. He had not thought Draco would come with his usual plus one.
Marianne looks annoyingly radiant in what looks like a maroon velvet skin-tight dress, embellished with shining gems that Theo's eyes aren't remotely focused on in the brief moment before looking into his glass of whiskey and noting its emptiness.
The rest of his night is spent artfully avoiding the dangerous redhead who broke his heart. in a past life he would have welcomed her presence. Said semi-successful streak swiftly broken in the hallway to his bedroom.
"Theo" that sweet tone she always used when she wanted something from him.
Without even looking away from his door handle "Marianne?"
"You've done an excellent job at avoiding me all evening, you must have thought I'd corner you at some point"
"it didn't occur to me you'd care. I also didn't account for the fact that Draco would bring you"
"you're brother invited me actually"
"arse hole" he whispered.
"did you forget that I'm apart of the lords council now? Would you look at me please!"
"Maybe you should go back to chatting up Blaze he'll be more your speed tonight" the soft creak of the door hinge adding emphasis to his jab.
The click of her heels approaching sends shivers down his spine.
“Blaze is a pompous pretty boy who’s only love is his own reflection Theo, he's a wonderful friend but id rather talk to you, I have a lot of apologizing to do”
delicate fingers slide onto his his shoulder, the gold monogramed ring reflects the near by lights into his eye. noticing a familiar N engraved in the centre. the ring he gave her years ago that she said was lost.
he’s turned around now, hand still firmly on the door handle, “what for, to hurt me again? I’ve grown up Marianne, I'm not so easily swayed by… this” gesturing to all of what she has going on.
“this? It’s a dress, and I’ll have you know it’s not even mine. So no I’m not trying to seduce you by wearing it though I have seen you looking”
She’s closer now her eyes peering into his soul over the gold frame of her glasses. Both chests rise and fall in tandem.
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the smell of her perfume, maybe it was the look in her eyes, maybe it was all of the above. In a moment of weakness, he grabs her wrist and pulls her into the room behind him. Her bangles jingle as he pulls her closer, slamming his own back against the wall, a palpable tension between them building and ready to pop. Hands start to roam. The velvet of her dress is soft and plush like a kitten's fur. Her everything is bigger than he last remembered and it's beautiful. He used to have her body memorized, its every fluctuation and curve logged in his memory but it's been so long that she's a stranger to him again. A beautiful Stanger. It's exhilarating. His knuckle finds their way resting under her chin pulling her lips to his in a deep kiss, like they're saying hello again for the first time in 1000 years. The heat between them rises more and more. Buttons come undone. But then Theo breaks away from her and slips away holding his head trying to tell himself to get it together before Marie comes up behind him gently pressing his hands against another wall. His forehead connects with the wallpaper as his lips connect themselves to his neck, leaving lip gloss marks from his collar to his jawline, licking the outer edge of his ear making his eyes close.
