Linny wlw ❤️🔥 D/s dynamics. Inspired by Dress by T. Swifty. @phoebe-delia I also hope this cheers you up cause I think about you whenever I want to write songfics 💜💜💜
Strangers keep me from you in this moment. Precious, pining, waiting, wanting when we are together and alone, but this moment, this evening, wixen political figures spaced in groups, cliques clumping lumpy and inconsistent, keeping me from you in a place we used to regularly share every meal together.
Our friends haven’t figured it out, and I have zero inkling how they haven’t connected to dots yet. Not when I batted my lashes and made the ferret braid my hair the fancy way he knows how, and he sighs heavily, nodding and rolling his eyes. If Harry was going to force him into all our lives now, I was at least going to get something out of it.
And those things were fancy braids to make me feel like a red headed Veela Viking Goddess, and winged eye liner sharp enough to kill a man. Fuck, Malfoy knew his way around a makeup pallet, and I was too busy being possessed by Voldemort’s ghostly teen-self and playing Quidditch (pretending to be hetero) to learn anything about hair and makeup. No matter how hard Lav tried to teach me. And she still does, bless her.
The precisely constructed chunky braids and twists layer together down the nape of my neck and over one shoulder, fluttering golden snitches clipped high in the ginger locks, contrasting the crisp viridian ivy woven through the looser parts of the braid. Malfoy, I admit, did a perfect job complementing the hair with an ethereal fae(not fae, we do not speak of the fae) long winged eye look, smoked out and blended the shimmery sage green eye shadow with a white inner corner, finishing with an airbrushed glow and natural contour.
The dress, though, that was all me. Every minuscule piece of cloth dripping from my skin was for her.
Merlin, she was stunning. Earth shattering. Heart pounding. Face flushing. I felt myself quaking in my heels, knees locking in place to prevent them from trembling, ending with a very hot redhead (me) on the reflective deep granite floor, probably arse up.
But she would like that though, no?
Without question, the champagne was already going to my head and blood stream. My chest, neck, and ears surely scarlet. She was stunning. Did I say that already?
If my goal was to be ethereal, I paled in comparison to my rainbow moonstone. My pearl. My lumos made corporeal.
Her pale skin bounced in the shimmering light of the moon that beamed through the windows, the starlight from the great hall’s ceiling sparkling in her eyes. Hair flowing, silvery, softly curled with an iridescent circlet of a crown, a prismatic amethyst at the center of her forehead, the frame wrapped in wisteria vines. Mini wisterias hung from her earlobes, the second holes stretched around wooden plugs carved with a triple moon.
The lavender tint to her lids was perfect with the deep blue of her liner and the peachy highlighter sparked my heart a blaze with lust, pulse beat thundering hot in my ears.
If we were alone I would fall to my knees at the hem of her celestial blue floor length gown, flecked in star speckled stones and glitter dust, with a long translucent veiled cape that tied around her neck to match in deep purple.
her neckline sucked all the moisture from my mouth, pearl white collarbones so delicious the temptation was real to chew my own tongue for satiation.
The elf ear extensions she added matched my own. I whispered the spell just before leaving my bedroom to meet the boys. The only real hint we were here together, as and the subtle green velvet and gold collar around my neck we have both taken a liking to lately.
I attempted to quell my rapping heart, and reign in my treacherous butterflies fluttering away in my stomach. Betrayal from my own body might have been something I should be used to, but I could still detest it.
I finished my flute, drowning in the dry, bubbly wine. It vanished and a fresh one was replaced by a server before I could blink.
Harry asked me about how the new beater was settling into the Harpies, but Malfoy had to snap his obnoxiously manicured fingers in front of my face to rudely yank me back into reality.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes, knowingly, like he counted the shade difference between the blush he pressed over my cheeks earlier, and the current shade of maroon they must be now.
Harry doesn’t notice, because he doesn’t notice a lot when Malfoy is present, and his obliviousness softened Malfoy’s expression to one that was squashy and gooey with emotion. I suddenly felt like an intruder in my own conversation.
Eventually, Malfoy’s hungry eyes infected his mouth and he pulled Harry away to snog and probably do x-rated things in a courtyard or an unsuspecting alcove.
And that’s when I heard the shuffle of ballet flats on the stone, and felt a looming, sparking aura step beside me.
It would look casual and cute, if you weren’t hearing the nasty filth she was speaking low and painfully hot into my ear. I smiled, because she advised me too, and besides if I hadn’t, my jaw would be slackened, and I would be begging her for more.
At this very public function. No less than ten feet away from every person in the Wixen world we know.
My fingers began to worry her cape where it gathered at her side. She chuckled and nodded to grant me permission to touch her.
I did. Swiftly. Desperately. Grasping at her hip like fresh crisp mountain air after a summer of damp heat.
Deftly, her fingernails trace the low back line to my dress, alighting every anticipatory nerve and spreading lustful heat.
She purrs her approval of the deep sage and black beaded gown with a mermaid flare. Her breath tickling the skin exposed by the off shoulder cap sleeve. She tells me as if in casual conversation that the more modest neck line I chose must been chosen to punish her eyes from the swell of my cleavage that should have been hers to view. nibbling my earlobe.
I had to remember how to breathe when her nails trailed up my spine, zinging electrical arousal between my legs at an astonishing speed. Her nose nudged my gold leaf earrings playfully, but it was only to distract from her fingers, dipping her ticklish nails just where my ribs met the side of my breast, and all brain function ceases. Swirling patterns are drawn on my sensitive skin and this time I had to bite my lip to swallow the whine I want to moan for her.
I begged her, as quiet as I can, pleaded in hushed tones for her to take me to the playroom. Take me away. I’ll be a good girl, please.
She laughed, withdrawing her hand, padding to stand in front of me. How could she be so tall without heels? I had three inch heels on and I barely met her at eye level.
She holds my hips and pulls me close, making me rest my head on her shoulder as she poured cool compliments into my ear. Her fingers return to their teasing paisley shaped pattern on my skin, brushing my sides and low back. Dipping under the expensive fabric, holding the carrot of what I really want from her just over my head. Just out of reach. At her mercy always. Hers to play and love and punish because I want her to.
Finally, under the cover of her neck and platinum sheet of hair, I let myself moan into her soft skin, and drag open mouthed kisses up to her ear as we rock to an ancient crackling vinyl record blasting from the player.
She asked me, when we finally overflow with sparking, throbbing nerves and apparate to her playroom, what I was thinking about when I was getting dressed up.
To which I whimpered, “How you would take it off, Mademoiselle.”
“Excelled girl. Good and wonderful, pet, it seems we are in agreement.” Her tongue curled around the words, her tone sweet like toffee into my ear.
The blindfold soothed my heavy eyes with cool satin, and soft cotton. I refrained from grasping for her and was rewarded with her pillow soft lips moving like crashing sea-salt waves on mine. Refreshing and ice cold, but melted molten magma in the passion of yes, finally, and mine.
Her touch was intimate with intelligence.
Her voice was visceral, multifaceted,
She knew me. Sweet and soft. Hard and fast. Acquiescent and determined.
She cupped my face in her hands, thumbs wiping anticipatory tears that had fallen down my cheeks, and so began the undressing that I’d hoped for since the instant I saw the dress hanging in the shop. Convinced that being taken off my body by my lovely Luna was it’s only destiny.