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Convenience
I wonder if my flatmates will mind if I decided to stay in my pyjamas all day? I’ve been away on a trip (and computers and the internet) and had very little sleep; on the other hand I had a great time and discovered my new favourite drink. On the other hand, now I have much catching up to do.
Anyway, I’ve finally put in an entry into the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rt_challenge using the Crowded House prompt. I love the Finn brothers so I just had to write something for that prompt. Shockingly, it's not angst. It's not fluff either, more hurt/comfort, but I'm proud I haven't made anyone miserable for once.
However, the night before I left for my trip I had one of those late night plot bunnies. I’ve never gone into the area of smut before, but I just had to write this.
Convenience
Author: Meddow
Characters: Tonks, Percy
Rating: Mature
Summary: Convenience; that was why she picked him.
Author’s Notes: Debunking the myth that all sex is great sex, one fic at a time. It’s not that I don’t like sex, but I think people have to be more realistic about it; sometimes it’s not very good.
She could not say why she was attracted to him that night. Maybe it was because besides her, he seemed to be the loneliest person in the bar. Maybe it was because he wasn’t a regular; she would never have to drink with him again. Maybe it was because he was younger, different, far removed from the man she could not get over. Maybe it was the alcohol.
Fuck someone else.
That was what they all told her. If she was ever going to get over Remus she was going to have to fuck someone else. Sex was apparently the magical cure to heartache.
So she supposed that in the end it was convenience; that was why she picked him. He was there, willing to stick his tongue into her mouth after only dancing with her for two minutes despite fact she was tired, dowdy and miserable. He felt he needed this just as much as her.
They went back to her place, somewhere she felt comfortable, her own bed in her own flat.
She walked in putting the keys on the table. He followed her into her room.
The sheets stayed on the bed covering them. The lights were out. There was no screaming, no yelling. They fumbled around in the dark and he fumbled around her, trying his best but not quite managing.
She lay on her back imaging how this could be so much better. She knew that she should not be thinking, but found she could not help it.
Eventually it ended. He kissed her some more and she turned away.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
He had different reasons for climbing into her bed she realised. He needed love whereas she needed sex. She had made a mistake. She should have known.
“I have to go to work early tomorrow,” she replied.
He picked up his glasses, buttoned up his shirt and left. She climbed out of bed just long enough to lock the door behind him.
There, she had done it; she had fucked someone else.
So why did she not feel any better?
Anyway, I’ve finally put in an entry into the
rt_challenge using the Crowded House prompt. I love the Finn brothers so I just had to write something for that prompt. Shockingly, it's not angst. It's not fluff either, more hurt/comfort, but I'm proud I haven't made anyone miserable for once.However, the night before I left for my trip I had one of those late night plot bunnies. I’ve never gone into the area of smut before, but I just had to write this.
Convenience
Author: Meddow
Characters: Tonks, Percy
Rating: Mature
Summary: Convenience; that was why she picked him.
Author’s Notes: Debunking the myth that all sex is great sex, one fic at a time. It’s not that I don’t like sex, but I think people have to be more realistic about it; sometimes it’s not very good.
She could not say why she was attracted to him that night. Maybe it was because besides her, he seemed to be the loneliest person in the bar. Maybe it was because he wasn’t a regular; she would never have to drink with him again. Maybe it was because he was younger, different, far removed from the man she could not get over. Maybe it was the alcohol.
Fuck someone else.
That was what they all told her. If she was ever going to get over Remus she was going to have to fuck someone else. Sex was apparently the magical cure to heartache.
So she supposed that in the end it was convenience; that was why she picked him. He was there, willing to stick his tongue into her mouth after only dancing with her for two minutes despite fact she was tired, dowdy and miserable. He felt he needed this just as much as her.
They went back to her place, somewhere she felt comfortable, her own bed in her own flat.
She walked in putting the keys on the table. He followed her into her room.
The sheets stayed on the bed covering them. The lights were out. There was no screaming, no yelling. They fumbled around in the dark and he fumbled around her, trying his best but not quite managing.
She lay on her back imaging how this could be so much better. She knew that she should not be thinking, but found she could not help it.
Eventually it ended. He kissed her some more and she turned away.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
He had different reasons for climbing into her bed she realised. He needed love whereas she needed sex. She had made a mistake. She should have known.
“I have to go to work early tomorrow,” she replied.
He picked up his glasses, buttoned up his shirt and left. She climbed out of bed just long enough to lock the door behind him.
There, she had done it; she had fucked someone else.
So why did she not feel any better?