✧HAPPY BIRTHDAY PT.2✧

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"Happy Birthday., love" She repeated, bending down to kiss his forehead before connecting her's down to press against it.

"When you do endearing things like that Aria, it feels like nothing happened between us...That nothing is wrong in the world." She recalled Eli doing this tactic before, to shield her eyes from focusing on everything surrounding her to target what's important.

So she backed up a moment and did the same.

"Nothing is wrong, do you remember what we used to say? I'm just Aria and you're just Rabastan?"
"We're just us." She nodded with a beautiful smile gracing her lips, that could evidently turn into a frown if she wasn't careful enough.

Bending down in between him, she made sure to locate the buckle of his belt in her descent.

"Oh gods..." He groaned, just the mere idea of her getting down on her knees in front of him was just a sight—And his mind jumped straight back to when he woke up that beautiful morning just—Had it really been that long.

"May I?"
"You don't have to ask—You don't ever have to ask." He rephrased, and she began to hum as she aided him to reveal his cock to her. And while he wanted to sit on his bed, it truly wasn't correctly leveled on her amount and thus. He went to his feet.

There was hardly any notice to her next action, and the moment her lips made any bit of contact to his tip—He let out a groan. He truly gave her too much confidence when they were in the bedroom, but to be the only one who made him feel as relaxed and in pleasure did indeed aid her as she continued her slow torture. The idea of just a sleepover hadn't left her mind, she could simply give him a blowjob—But a part of her felt rather damned the night where he ate her out into oblivion.

Her core demanded another stimulate of pleasure, and currently, it was occupied at the back of her mouth and the beginning of her throat. Yet her secret tact of humming earned another few moments off the clock.

Yet when he finally was used to the rhythm, she removed him from her mouth and let out one final lick to his length before returning back up to greet him.

"Undress for me love." She whispered, attempting to get him back to the realm of the possible and thus he staggered to get as bare as her. Though his trousers were already wrapped around his ankles.

"Too many clothes." His evaluation had caused her to look down at her robe and smirk.

"Just about." She teased, letting the satin knot go undone and let it fall down to the floor as well. Rabastan couldn't soak up the view quick enough as she pushed him into the bed and straddled him. Her one piece left little the imagination, the finely laced designs had tastefully hide her bits, but he knew—But he needed a refresher.

"I quite like this, you taking charge..." He claimed, allowing his waist to move underneath her as his hands trailed up her hips and around.

"Well, I'm glad I can get you to relax a bit. After what you did for me that night. I think you deserve more than just a measly blowjob. I just wasn't in my right mind to give anything more."

"And I'll never cart you for not wanting to deal with me, love, I can just as easily wank in the shower." Aria eyed him with a tilted head, perhaps that was a bit of too much information.

"We've never tried the shower yet, have we?"
"Not that I can recall, just the prefect's bathroom."
"Ah, yes we have—Oh that was a nice evening, wasn't it?" She questioned, allowing her body to conform over his bare chest. Just his hand trailed just a bit as he slipped through the fabric of her getup.

"Not as nice as this."
"Raba, I haven't done anything yet."
"No you have, you've come back to me—You always come back to me, and I'm waiting for the day I push you too far by mistake." She settled his worries and once again pulled her hands to shield his eyes.

"Just us." She repeated, just when her hand had fisted his cock once more.
"J—Just usss." He groaned, truly he was starting to wonder if she was torturing him over all that he's done, and not allow him a proper release.

"So I was thinking that we could fuck all our problems away, and then perhaps later, we can be much more thoughtful about it?" His eyes instantly popped open and widened, it wasn't every day that he'd see Aria Crawford perched on his waist the way she was, grinding into him as though it were her job.

"You have my full-hearted blessing, love." She allowed for one more kiss as she undid the majority of her little outfit and leveled down onto his pulsating member, an erotic groan escaped the both of them—Making Rabastan hurry to grab his wand and shoot out a silencing spell to the rest of the room before dropping the wand down to the bed.

There was hardly any method to the madness, not when Aria hardly had the chance to act dominantly as she bounced up and down on his striking member. At one point he'd taken ahold of her waist and slammed up into her—And her thoughts were instantly lost, though she could feel thankful at the idea that he thought ahead in keeping the noise from escaping.

It felt as though a moment had passed and her back had been forced into the bed now as Rabastan sequenced his next thrust in a timely manner. As though the position hadn't changed.

"Fuck—" Rabastan groaned right beside her ear, and that ultimately made her squeeze her legs his to meet him for his divine pound. "Hmm." She responded, almost like she agreed with him. Thus he kissed her at the base of her neck and licked the entirety of the in-between of her bouncing breasts.

It was as if Rabastan believed that this was the last time he'd ever see her, the transition between positions was mind-numbing. And she had lost count on how many times she'd come undone while he'd remain strong-willed and withheld his release.

Until finally, her last time left her thighs shaking, and the mere image of her arse in the air as he rode her from behind had left him uncontrolled as he coated her with his white snow.

His groans continued even after as he lived within the moment and embraced the feelings, especially when he saw his leftovers begin to drip down her leg.

Aria's breathing was ragged as she felt overstimulate yet again, she was rightly scared to move as though her thighs would just burn outright. Until Rabastan had wrapped his hands lightly to lift her up and off her knees. His kisses managed to linger everywhere from her back, her shoulder, and even parts of her neck.

The experience of aftercare never really struck Aria, but her emotions seemed to be on overdrive as she felt a tear slip—An uncontrolled one at that.

However the second he caught it, he didn't hesitate to turn on the light beside them. Ruining the romantic ambiance and making sure she was alright. There were a few scratches and probably a place for a bruise or two, but his own body felt much the same...Had he been too rough anyhow?

When was the last time Rabastan had really turned that dominant?

"Love, talk to me...What hurts?"
"Nothing. Just—a lot." She slurred, the idea of sleep feeling like a beautiful option as she hummed into the pillow. Though Rabastan struggled to produce his wand and shot a small charm to both clean her up and bless her with a numbing spell to keep her thighs from tightening even further.

A breathless sigh escaped her as she felt relief, though it didn't erase anything. Though when she wiped her eyes, another few fell out and she laughed. "Rather pathetic that I'm crying. Right?"

"Not if I should be worried..." He said, his hands coming to soothe her erratic breathing and steady her beating heart. With her eyes lulling to sleep, he settled her into his hold and shut off the light.

He propped himself up on his pillows and held her, needing to feel that she was alright and he hadn't gone too far—He's been known to do that once in a blue moon, though his excitement and drunken nature certainly didn't aid them.

He was just thankful that she seemed to be alright now, and he remembered the aftercare spell.

Aria hardly had any recollection of falling asleep, and the only reason she had opened her eyes was because of the sudden creek of the door. While Rabastan had thought about the sound, the candles had been their own giveaway—Leaving Radolphous to check in on his son and his sudden disappearance.

Only to admit a small smile to see the two intertwined and slumbering in his manor, even if Rabastan said they'd have to hide, it was more on Clarissa's end than his.

What was rather inappropriate for him to linger, he caught Aria's head looking up—Catching him just as he was about to leave. "I was wondering where he'd gone off to." He whispered out, causing her to smirk.

"Goodnight, Daughter." He caught her laughter and thus he left the two to their own devices, though Aria could only focus on how warm his embrace was to how cold the air was in the room.

Having enough of the cold, she wiggled out of his hold—Only to be yanked back into his hold. "You're not walking out on me already, are you...Love?" His voice so thick and heavy with sleep caused her to gasp.

"I was just going to grab your shirt or my mine." He hadn't managed a response but let go of his hold and allowed her to get up, though he watched with a smug expression to see the slight lips in her step as she grabbed either.

"It's freezing in here, how can you sleep?" She questioned, and this caused him to lean towards his wand and flick it off to his fireplace.

"Sorry kitten, think it the seven years in the Slytherin dorm rooms, it's made me immune."
"Ah, I do remember they were pretty chilly." She said, slipping up her panties and his shirt as she knew it would be much warmer than just her kimono.

"I like this look you've got yourself in."
"I'm sure any bloke loves a gal in their shirt and just their panties." She giggled, crawling back into bed as she took in his embrace again as he wrapped her underneath the blanket.

"What are you doing up, anyhow?... You were out like a light before." She hummed and allowed her cheek to rest against his beating chest. "I was cold, no worries. I'm good now." His lips brushed against her forehead and continued the process of making swirls into her arm.

Hoping that morning never comes.

"I had one last gift—"
"Enough with the gifts, otherwise you're going to regret it for when your Birthday comes around."
"Then I'll guess I'll just keep it to myself." She said, letting her eyes close—Though in the back of her head she was counting down in her head.

"What is it?"

"But I don't want to force gift on you, I could never—"

"Aria. I promise that I will control my vault number this coming July. And I will gladly pleasure you as you have me tonight." She snorted and propped her chin to his chest.
"Lovely. But I was thinking about what you said before, about an engagement ring." She dwelled, causing his hand to stop in its motion for a moment. He picked it back, though it was more panicked than before.

"I thought maybe it'd give you some reassurance if we did a promise ring... As we did before."
"A pre-engagement ring you mean?" She nodded, though he recalled the ring he'd gifted her before...And within a moment's notice it was placed onto his chest, causing him to chuckle.

"Merlin, let me get you a better one. This one is—"
"Stop it, I adore this little thing." She shot back, before adding the second one. The male counterpart right beside it, course when he rose up they fell. Leaving Aria to laugh at the anxiety of his next actions trying to find them in his bed.

"Got 'em!" She was not surprised by his excitement in that regard. Holding them tightly in his fist as he situated them better back under the covers, course she laughed once again. Seeing his eagerness to wear them and place them onto her finger.

"You act like we're married."
"Let a wizard pretend for the night that we're celebrating."
"Celebrating what? Your birthday's passed hotshot." She did well in her job toning down his entitlement. So she started to gaze at his now ringed finger, she smirked.

She didn't realize he would like it this much.

"Getting second thoughts?" He dwelled with a slight hum to his cheeks. "I believe I told you I would never get married when I'm in debt."
"You did tell me that, funny enough. But back then we were discussing Proctor and not me." She perked her lips, perhaps he was right.

Yet at the mention of her ex, she wrapped herself around his waist now with her arms around his neck. Letting a kiss gesture to his nose before his head sunk into the next peck.

"I do believe you mentioned making love now...If you aren't too caught up with my hands?" His teasing earned him a sequenced grind into his waist as she batted her eyes towards him.

It had been the most intimate of positions, or that's what Rabastan had thought. Simply sitting against the bed's frame and slowly handled each other's embrace. He loved the idea Aria had behind this, fuck first then love.

He felt the love as she kissed down onto his neck and played with his hair. Urging him to surprise her when she pulled his locks and he responded with a firmer grip, but nothing managed the same spark as before—Yet he was sure to take it slow, to explore all the options this time around.

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Date Posted: 04-24-2021

Time: 10:48

Words: 2455

A full chapter of smut, sorry not sorry😂💕