Honeymoon || Patheo

It started with a kiss, tender and soft, lips against lips in an age old practised dance Theo knew well. It was easy to kiss the woman before him and soon, he was pressed atop the bed, his back against the soft, silky smooth covers and he grinned up at her, his lips crooked and his smirk almost predatory. About to mumble something along the lines of hands and irresistible, Theo was effectively shut up when her silk nightgown was pulled over her head, her hair bouncing with the garment thrown across the room.

He felt his mouth run dry, his hands reaching to run the smooth expanse of her curves, reaching the lace of the bra at her sides, his fingers dipping beneath them teasingly before retracting their steps, playing with the sides of her panties before settling on her hips.

Movements were soft, caresses, no longer urgent touches or new discoveries. He knew what he was doing now, where to press, where to linger, what to say and what not to do. He’d been lost to himself for so long, unsure where he was heading, unsure if there was anything left to head towards but she had been there the entire time, her hand outstretched to receive his and Theo’s fingers now reached out, a hand tangling into her mane of silky hair, hands fisting into the strands and he brought her lips crashing towards his again. 

She deserved, her decided, to be treated well, and he wasn’t sure if the best person to do so would be him but he was selfish and he wanted her, he wanted nothing more than to wake up with her, glance over to her side of the bed that always ended up being bigger than the slice she’d restricted him to because Padma liked spreading out when she slept. And he’d complain, of course, making some loud mouthed teasing remark but internally finding her sleeping habits rather cute.

Not one to declare his feelings aloud on a regular basis, Theo sent her a grin from his position pinned beneath her. Hands mapping the expanse of her back, his fingers lightly dancing over the smooth soft skin that seemed to stretch on for miles, he smirked before lightly rolling the pair over. Hands reached for her wrists, taking one in each hand, and pinned her hands beside her head, his knees urging her legs apart, settling against her, his body pressed flush to hers.

“Why, Mrs. Nott,” he grinned, his smile crooked, “If I didn’t know better,” he purred, his voice smooth and soft, his lips taking her earlobe between his teeth before letting go, allowing his tongue lick a trail down her neck before giving her a playful nip. “I’d think you were beginning to like my surname,” he chuckled lowly, his chest rumbling with the sound.

“Wouldn’t you say?” He asked, hands transferring her wrists above her head, using one hand to secure them there. His free hand reached for the snap of her brassiere, unsnapping it easily and gently. He relished the sight spread before him before swooping in for another kiss. Before their lips met, his own curved into a smirk. “Mrs. Nott?”

She chuckled, feeling him move them around. She gripped his hair, feeling him move against her. He touched her softly, knowing exactly what she enjoyed. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of how perfect and imperfect their first time was, and now it was more beautiful to think that this would be their first act as a couple.

She could feel a chuckle lifting in her throat from the cliché. Her laughter was cut off as he took off her bra, the black lace falling. She licked her lips, her eyes burning into his own. Her kept his hands on her wrists, smiling as he held her there. She looked at him, a smirk arising on her lips.

“Maybe I’m getting used to it,” she chuckled. “If I have to keep it for the rest of my married life,” she said with a sigh as felt the night air brushing her body. Her naked torso only showed how hard it was for her to restrain herself. She was usually a creature of impatience, but the sensual feeling on his fingers caressing her skin caused goosebumps to arise on her flesh, a moan softly leaving her lips.

She closed her eyes. As excited as she was for what was to come, she could feel a happiness soaring at the thought of having such a name for the longest time. She knew she was still holding into the romanticism of it all and she loved knowing that, with one another, there was something. 

She opened her eyes and moved her wrists away from his hands, breaking free as she put her hands on his face and kissed him deeply. She pressed their bodies together, feeling his flesh against her own. She moved her hands, still kissing him as she begun to unbuckle his belt. She kissed his shoulder, her hands still working on his belt. She tugged it off, putting it away somewhere. She gasped softly, using her hands and feet to pull down his pants. Her eyes shot up to him, feeling heat encase her entire being. Her heart begun to pound, fire burning within her as she moaned softly. 

She whispered softly into his ear, “I want you,” she said. It wasn’t the sort of I want you one would get casually. It was the kind of I want you that made one think of wanting for the night, but also the morning. She did not know if she had the power to have a long relationship, she didn’t know if she would never scare him away, she could not even bear to think about what would happen if…. 

That was life for her, ifs. But here she was, taking the chance with him. She smiled, placing a soft kiss on his neck. She didn’t mind if it was a week, or a month, or many many years, she knew that once upon a time, once upon a moment- this moment- they were one anothers. The wanting, the liking, the loving was mutual. She looked at him, her hands touching his muscular shoulders, her lips once more meeting his lips. She could feel the fire brew more, grow stronger as she allowed another moan to leave her lips.

Sup sup

susanbones-a-proud-hufflepuff:

the-padmapatil:

susanbones-a-proud-hufflepuff:

the-padmapatil:

susanbones-a-proud-hufflepuff:

the-padmapatil:

susanbones-a-proud-hufflepuff:

the-padmapatil:

WE’RE GONNA DIE

We? We?! No I’m a victor. I cannot be killed. :3

RUN AWAY!

O.O okay! *runs* Who is going to kill us?

AMBER IS GOING TO KEEL US

Oh Padma *evil smile* don’t you know, Amber and I are on the same side.

NOOOOOOO!!! *dies*

Padma, don’t be silly. You’re not dead… yet. *takes out knife* I really did like you, but my puppet master gave me orders, you understand. Right?

AAAH! *screams and tries to run away*

Sup sup

susanbones-a-proud-hufflepuff:

the-padmapatil:

susanbones-a-proud-hufflepuff:

the-padmapatil:

susanbones-a-proud-hufflepuff:

the-padmapatil:

WE’RE GONNA DIE

We? We?! No I’m a victor. I cannot be killed. :3

RUN AWAY!

O.O okay! *runs* Who is going to kill us?

AMBER IS GOING TO KEEL US

Oh Padma *evil smile* don’t you know, Amber and I are on the same side.

NOOOOOOO!!! *dies*

Sup sup

susanbones-a-proud-hufflepuff:

the-padmapatil:

susanbones-a-proud-hufflepuff:

the-padmapatil:

WE’RE GONNA DIE

We? We?! No I’m a victor. I cannot be killed. :3

RUN AWAY!

O.O okay! *runs* Who is going to kill us?

AMBER IS GOING TO KEEL US

Sup sup

susanbones-a-proud-hufflepuff:

the-padmapatil:

WE’RE GONNA DIE

We? We?! No I’m a victor. I cannot be killed. :3

RUN AWAY!

Sup sup

WE’RE GONNA DIE

Honeymoon || Patheo

He’d spent hours upon painstaking hours on the perfect destination, days were spent flipping through catalogues, hours pestering Zabini, Malfoy and Baddock and it had all yielded less than favourable results. He’d no idea where to take her, somewhere she’d remember, something she could tell her friends whilst they stared at her with happiness and the slightest sense of jealousy.

The last thing he ever expected himself doing was trying to please a woman out of bed, wanting to see a different set of expressions over her face other than the ones he’d regularly familiarised himself with. He was used to her angry face, her frustrated face, her “What on earth is wrong with you?” face but the one he was beginning to crave seeing more and more was her awed expression. 

He hadn’t surprised her in a while and the perfect location presented itself when he asked old friends of the family where his parents had gone. France was the answer, a short trip over the channel and Theo had thought about it. But the idea of presumptuous French men and women with their poodles, their baguette’s and their beret’s put him off the idea slightly. 

Until he overheard a conversation at Gringott’s. Something about Monaco and he’d instantly decided Monaco would be the destination. Now, as he stood in the lobby of the hotel, his tie stuffed into his pockets, their bags magically floating behind him and a man showing him their room, he knew he’d made the right choice.

At least, her expression definitely showed him it was the right choice. The room was lavish, of course it was, nothing else would do, and the sun setting on a perfect day, the sea outside the window crashing rhythmically against the shore. It was calming and the man showed himself out after accustoming Padma and Theo to their room. He moved into their room, watching as she slipped out of her dress and for the thousandth time, admired her physique before slipping his jacket from his shoulders, folding it haphazardly and slinging it over the back of a chair. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone, his sleeves rolled to his elbows and he finally felt every inch of himself relax.

The kiss was a surprise and for a moment, he wanted to make some sort of a joke, about how she couldn’t keep her hands off him, but he thought better of it, his arm sliding around her slim waist to hold her against him. He kissed her again, his lips soft and warm against hers.

“How am I sure you’re the right Patil?” He asked with a smirk. He moved the pair towards the window, enjoying the slight breeze ruffling in through the curtains. “Well, Padma Patil has a cluster of freckles, right here,” his fingers trailed against the freckles lining her shoulder. “And a mark that looks like half a star here,” his hand lightly moved towards her ribcage. “And a scar,” his lips descended on her neck, finding the callous of the scar from a childhood accident beneath her ear. “Right here,” he breathed. “Do I have the right sister?”

She smiled softly. She realised, then, that this was the first time someone outside of their family had gotten it right. She felt a blush on her cheeks, looking up to see him and she nodded. She could see his soft laugh, his teeth showing and she smiles, enjoying the night. It was a few hours earlier in Monaco, so the sun was only setting, but she didn’t mind. She laid down on the bed and pulled him down with her. She felt him on top of her, the soft bed on her back.

Her hand went to caress his cheek. Padma had never felt so close to anybody- it was terrifying. Parvati was usually the one who found love, who had connections with people. She shook her head, realising how much she was thinking of Parvati this evening. She rolled her eyes, feeling silly. Having a twin was hard work, but tonight was not about her.

Tonight was about them and she took his hand, intertwining their fingers. She smiled and kiss his ear, then his neck. Her kiss moves onto his lips, sighing softly at the feel of his lips. His lips were not like the lips she had felt the first time they had kissed- hard, rigid- but this time, they were soft, delicate and she could feel the mold into one another, her hands moving along his chest.

She couldn’t help but laugh at the cliche, feeling ridiculous that she was so intently thinking about him. She could almost feel a wave of jealousy that anyone had ever shared this person. She felt slightly embarrassed at the very thought, but he distracted her with kisses and she so very happily returned them. 

Her kisses moved from his lips to his neck once again, her hands moving down on his chest. She unbuttoned his shirt slowly. She was only wearing a nightgown, silk and soft. She smirked, wondering if he realised why she had worn what she was wearing. She moved them so she was on top, taking off the rest of his shirt. She kissed his chest softly, all the way back to his lips. She took off the night gown she was wearing, revealing black lingerie. The clothes themselves curved correctly with her body and she could feel a chuckle leaving her lips as she sat up.

“Congratulations, Mr. Nott,” she smiled, as she went down to kiss him again. She remembered the whole night where he kept whispering that she was Mrs. Nott into her ear- and as much as she pretended she did not enjoy it, she loved knowing that he was hers, and she was his. She knew some people did not like the idea of them being together, and still didn’t- but now she was married to him, really married to him and she could only hope that her or other people’s predictions of a week or so would not be how long their marriage lasts.

“Say Mrs. Nott again,” she muttered as she moved her lips to his collarbone, then back onto his neck, giving him a small love bite behind his ear. Her hand caressed his cheek the whole time, smiling at the thought of being called Mrs. Nott once more. Not only did she love how he said it, it also made her incredibly happy. And that’s what Theo did. Despite how many times they would argue- Theo made her happy.

Honeymoon || Patheo

She’s saved him once, his feet millimetres from the edge, his life hanging as if it were nothing, his own heart yearning for the feeling of the freedom of a fall. To exist had become a chore for him and he’d be naught but a liar if he’d said the thought had never occurred to him. That afternoon, however, his mind was far from that -he’d wanted nothing more than to take in the smells, the sights, the surrounds of his lavish garden, the green stretching for miles and miles, almost like a carpet stretching into the sunset. 

He remembered looking down at the softness of the grass and realising he could wait to greet it. Her appearance had shocked him still for a moment, her frantic eyes betraying her denial of any feelings for him, even then. Yet he knew now, even then, he’d found something he wasn’t inclined in any way to leave behind. He’d stay for her, he knew.

It wasn’t simple like that -that’s she’d waltzed into his life one chilly evening to change him. For of course, that’s what had happened. But after that, she’d urged him to become someone different, to make changes he couldn’t see himself ever have wanted to before he met her. He stopped seeing women, stopped drinking before the evening and he even met her family.

After all, that was love, that was growing up, that was meeting someone who’d forever change ones life, wasn’t it?

“I love me too,” he joked before brushing a hand through her soft hair, bringing her eyes to his with a gentle thumb and forefinger around her chin. Softly and tenderly, he placed a kiss to her cheek, trailing towards the sensitivity of her ears.

“I love you too,” He breathed, his voice a ghost of a breath against the shells of her ears. “Mrs. Nott.”

She smiled and looked at him, unsure if she should say something for a moment. She thought it might have been odd to see her so dazed and confused- she was Padma Patil! As if she ever had those moments. With a chuckle, she placed a kiss on his cheek, then on his lips. “I know for a fact by the end of the week we’re going to be arguing about one thing or another- so I may as well enjoy the time we have, huh?” she laughed. “Let’s see how long we last..” she placed a kiss on his cheek.

She wondered if this was it. If her whole life was set by this moment, this promise. She looked at the ring on her finger and let the softest of smiles catch on her lips, her hands wrapping around his. She looked up at him, feeling completely blissful. She knew that a part of her would be scared. She was never the motherly type, never the one with the family- even married!- she was always so hardworking and..well, not a gentle sweet nurturing flower that a wife should be. However, a part of her knew, that if she acted so, he would never want her the way he wanted her now and she found her lips to his neck, smiling. 

“At least we’ll have this honeymoon,” she winked at him, teasing. She was of course, terrified that her and Theo were going to pull a 72 day wedding like many muggle myths she had heard about. Still, a part of her wondered if how incredibly dysfunctional they were would make their relationship last longer. She shook her head. They had not even been married for a day- and here she was, already thinking about the weeks and months and maybe years after. Typical Padma. Always thinking too far ahead. She looked at him, as if she knew he understood what was running through her mind and they both shared a chuckle, as she heard the carriage stop.

“Wait, where the hell are we anyways?” she could even feel that the ground was different, odd. She looked at him suspiciously, opening up the carriage door. It was night time, but it was beautiful. She blinked, noticing a sign. She laughed and looked at him, “Monaco?! Really?!” she said as she realised a hotel was close by. She smiled at him, walking into the hotel. She grinned widely and ran to the carriage when she realised he wasn’t there. “Monaco!” she laughed like an idiot, grabbing his hand as they walked into the hotel. She smiled at the people there, realising that it was, in fact, a wizard hotel. She wondered if she looked crazy in a wedding dress. She walked into the room the wizard said was theirs and she chuckled, feeling like a little kid. She walked into the room and saw him, who was happy she was obviously happy by his choice.

“How did you know?” she smiled as she went into the room, feeling silly in her white wedding gown. She was obviously packed, but Theo had kept it a secret. She put on something else, hanging the dress by the cabinet. She looked at it. It was simple, yet beautiful- just the way she liked it. Theo had gone somewhere, maybe to change, and she looked back at the dress.

She chuckled, “Could you believe I wore this dress?” she smiled, watching him as he came closer to her. She placed a kiss on his lips, pulling him in and sighing. She wondered maybe if it was to make as the newlyweds did on their honeymoons. She grinned at the very thought of it, kissing him deeper. She felt like she never wanted to let him go. The corniness of it would usually make her gag- but why not, feel corny and feel loved on her wedding day, on her honeymoon.

“Theodore Nott,” she smiled. “Let me tell you, are you sure you married the right sister?” she joked. “I do remember you forgetting who was who,” she laughed. Most people where confused about such and she laughed softly. “How are you so sure?” she teased, looking at him with a smile.

“I would never lie,” he answered with a smirk of his own. “You on the other hand seem to be full of lies this evening. I wasn’t even mildly attractive? My dashingly good looks, this handsome face that charmed even your sister and the body of a devastatingly perfect God?” He began to chuckle. “Please, you were attracted to me from the start.”

“And the only reason I angry kissed you was to shut you up -woman, you know your spiels go on for just about ever,” he began to laugh to himself as she placed her head atop his shoulders. He placed a soft kiss to her curls. 

“Tell me you love me,” he mumbled against her hair. “It’s my only request this evening.”

Truly, all joking aside, he’d imagined his life leading in a much much more different path. Alone and, indeed, lonely for most of his life, he never imagined that marrying Patil would mean an integration into her family. Her countless family members crowding around his backyard that day, her multitude of uncles, aunts, cousins waving her goodbye at the bottom of his gate, all instilled a deep sense of belonging within the Slytherin who’d been trained, from a tenderly young age, to rely on naught but himself. And yet, here he was, his hand in hers, relying on someone much more than he ever though he could.

She looked at him for a second, not quite sure how to react. She looked up at him, closing her eyes for a second as she remembered their very first real kiss, the very moment that they both realised they were made for one another. She could still remember how the room, that used to be hers, smelt. She could remember his crisp white t-shirt he was wearing- remembering that the thought of him jumping off scared her half to death. That very moment made her realise just how important, just how integral he was to her being as a person. She needed him, just as he needed her and she opened her eyes, a flash of memory enveloping her for a second.

Theo’s fingers slipped from hers as he gently loosened the tie around his neck. His lungs expanded in their inhalation of new found oxygen and his fingers once again sought hers.

“I remember…” he began, musing in the quiet of the carriage. The only sounds were the rhythmic and soothing clip-clop of the beast trotting along, directed by magic to their destination. “It was a Friday evening, I believe and you’d had just finished work, by the looks of it. You wandered into this little pub down in Hogsmeade, I remember. And you met a charming bloke who saved you from a real nut of a man, shared his home with you and in return,” Theo’s grin grew wider. “You slapped the poor bloke around a bit.”

He settled into the seat. “But I wouldn’t have imagined that man and that woman being married, at all.” He admitted honestly. “I expected that man to have thrown the woman out or the woman to have cursed that man into oblivion but who knew,” he shrugged.

“But you, Mrs. Nott,” he grinned. “You’ve always expected it, haven’t you? I know your type -the type to scribble Mrs. Theodore Nott all over her parchments in class, am I right?”

She laughed, “That is not what happened!” she said, hitting him lightly. “If I remember correctly, I was having a drink and you, of course, were talking me up in your annoying up yourself attitude,” she said with a smirk. “It just so happened to be a bad day when you decided to do such a thing. I left my diary and that’s when we decided this whole thing. Where we tried to kill each other, you know, and vice verse. Always fighting and shouting and angry kissing..” she shuddered, but knew there would be so many days like that. She looked at him, “I do remember you flirting with everything that walked- and I’m sure you did so today, charming my mother herself who seemed to look like she was constipated at the idea of me marrying a Slytherin!’ she chuckled. 

“Also, I could have taken that guy by myself. Matt..something. I also remember casting a spell on him,” she shrugged. “Violent tendencies? I think yes,” she winked at him, as if teasing. His smile was wide and nothing like she had seen in so long. How long had it been since they met? A year or maybe more? She didn’t know if anyone could have ever guessed there was something going on between them. Everyone teased, everyone joked- but they were all amazed when they both said I do.

“And please, I would never. You were not even mildly attractive!” she held his hand, putting her head on his shoulder. She yawned softly, “Besides, you fancied me first. It was obvious, you may not admit it to yourself- but who kissed who for the very first time?” she smiled, remembering their angry kiss. She looked up and kissed his lips softly.

“Mr. Patil,” she giggled.