the woods are lovely, dark and deep

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕

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𝟏 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 – Maybe you zigged when you should have zagged, but either way, you don’t know where you are, or how to get back to where you’re supposed to be. Alternately, you’re part of the search party sent to go find the missing person, careful you don’t end up lost yourself!

𝟐 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 – Whatever you did you’ve ended up out in the forest after dark following after The Groundskeeper (or maybe you are the Groundskeeper). Careful, don’t hang too far back from the rest of the group, it’s dangerous out there.

𝟑 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 – Sure there might be spiders and centaurs, along with who knows what else, but you can’t deny how private the forest is, and how easy it is to steal away behind a tree with that certain somebody.

𝟒 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅/𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 – Maybe you’re after some extra credit, or just trying to suck up to a professor, heck, maybe you’re a professor trying to date a professor, or maybe it’s a full moon and you’re after some Fluxweed, either way, better be quick about it!

𝟓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔! – Death Eaters in the castle! Drama in Ravenclaw Tower! A Professor turned evil! An emotional exit and storming off turned cataclysmic! Dragons! Something serious has happened to bring you to the forest today!

𝟔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 – A Rite of Passage? Or maybe you lost a bet or ran your mouth too much for too long. Whatever happened it’s time to put up or shut up and gain bragging rights for the rest of the term.

𝟕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒆! – Whatever it was you were just doing, it’s time to get away, and what better way to make sure your retreat is covered than to cut a path through the Forbidden Forest?

𝟖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒉𝒊𝒌𝒆 – You don’t get why everyone thinks this place is dangerous, you love coming to the forest for some fresh air and creature spotting/hiking/bird watching.

𝟗 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇/𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 – Exactly what it says on the tin.

𝟏𝟎 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅! – Go wild! Live your life!

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[raresteaks]

When she told him how hard they needed it his knees almost gave out from under him and the kiss dusted to his nose pulled a stunned grin out of him. "Fleur," he warned in a rush of hot breath, his body seeming to surge against hers, eager to respond to that gentle but still firm request and give her precisely what they both wanted.

His hand gripped her thigh, holding her against the tree as he rocked into her hard, his heart in his throat as he moved against her as relentlessly as he wanted to, while his orgasm built at the ends of his nerves and sang through his blood.

[beaubaton]

"Perfect," she gasps out, with the first surge of his hips, her legs locking behind him in as fierce a grip as she can manage, just enough to hold on while letting him move with free reign.

She wasn't lying, when she asked for it hard. This feels so necessary, so perfect, so - "So close..."

They're far enough from the castle grounds that the sounds of skin against skin don't carry, but she still chooses to muffle her cries by pressing her lips against the side of his neck, pressing urgent kisses there while she clamps and flutters around him. It's the fact that between one thrust and the next, she angles her hips just enough to make him rub against her clit with ever snap forward, what ultimately does it for her. An intense orgasm tears through her, and she is pure instinct, feral need - nails against his back, teeth against his shoulder, her grip on his cock vicious and greedy and slick.

[raresteaks]

It's all so much, and it had been that much since she kissed him and led them both here. Now, his hips juddering in a rhythm that tightened the closer his own orgasm came, a coiling heat in the core of his body pleading to be relented to. He wanted to, he wanted everything, he wanted every breath she drew and every cry he coaxed out of her with the hungry roll of his hips.

She filled him with fire as her body tightened around him, leaving him bowled over in a haze of wet, tight heat. While he's tempted to slow down and ease her down from that peak the need for her pinging over every inch of his skin like static electricity urges him on, driving into her until the corded muscle of his arm tenses and his hands are sinking greedily into the flesh of her thigh, wanting to leave more than fingerprints behind.

The bite of her nails and the sharp edge of her teeth were more than any mortal could be expected to bear, and as he growled so low it felt almost hot in his chest, every cell in his body set alight he shuddered against him, a strangled groan muffled against her neck.

Overwhelmed, Bill didn't say anything for a long moment before, from the fragrant silky depths of her hair, where he'd nosed his face even as he delicately lowered her back onto her own feet, he spoke.

"Come home with me." Tonight. Tomorrow night. Any night. Every night.

[beaubaton]

At this point, when he tightens his grip on her and fucks her faster and harder, he could leave bruises on her thighs and she'd thank him for it. It doesn't magically throw her into another orgasm, but it's close, at least because he growls and it sets her blood alight, legs wrapped tight around him.

She's too soon left empty, at least that's what it feels like. This little tryst in the woods has left her needing more of him, so much more, so when he speaks, she rushes to answer.

"Yes." It's breathless, and followed by a quick, hard kiss, laughter bubbling out. "Yes, yes." And another kiss after that, before she presses her forehead to his and takes a calm breath.

"I meant it, William," she whispers, cupping his face gently now. "I'm not letting you go."