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This story is No. 2 in the series "Scriptificus Totalus". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The continuing series posted on livejournal written by 5 authors crossing Buffy and Harry Potter and chronicling the rebuilding of the Watcher's Council in that universe.

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Following Fate and Swaying Hips

April 24th, 2005 at 7:20 PM

Marcus hadn't brought flowers. He hadn't seen any that he thought Greengrass would like. No snaggle vines or thorn bushes, at least. He had dressed up in his nicest pair of trousers and an actual button up shirt, though. He would just have to hope that it would be enough for the buggering fates.

He knocked on Greengrass's cottage door, uncomfortably aware of her neighbors watching him from behind their curtains. They barely made an effort to hide the fact that he was the object of their focus.

Astoria smoothed down her skirt before opening the door.

"Where are the flowers? No matter. We'll have to make do."

Astoria leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"You look very nice. And you smell very good."

Her impulse was to invite him inside now and to hell with dinner. Astoria had to stamp that down.

"Yeah, well..." He shrugged. She would know how out of place this whole thing felt to him. "Do we go to the restaurant now, or is there some other tradition we're supposed to follow?"

"I should fortify myself with food. I think I'll be needing the energy." Astoria slipped her arm in his. "Next time we can knock back shots at the Back Alley, I promise. I'll let you get me drunk. I'm much easier to get naked when I'm drunk."

He looked very tense, and she was trying to joke. Astoria knew this was well out of his comfort zone. The sheer fact that he was willing to try made her very pleased with him.

"Your easiness isn't the problem," he reminded her. He didn't really understand why she had linked her arm through his, as if she needed help walking. Which was bloody stupid. She could walk perfectly well, with a swing on her hips that should be illegal. But he allowed it because she was the one who understood this bullshit.

"Do we side along? Or arrive separately?"

"We side along. You take us."

He didn't give her a chance to prepare before they had popped into the alley near the Leaky. Marcus lead them through and into Diagon quickly. Astoria noticed he was recognized and got a few stares. They walked briskly to Paper Moon. It was crowded, but they still got seated fairly quickly at a table in the back.

The waiter handed them menus and Astoria noticed he was looking down the front of her blouse. She glared. He had better stop before Marcus noticed.

"If you like your head attached to your torso," Marcus growled at the waiter. "Then I would suggest you put your buggering eyes back in your bloody head."
The waiter gulped and scurried away, not bothering to take their drink order. Marcus watched as the waiter pulled aside another waiter and held a hurried, hushed conversation with the man. They both shot a lot of looks in their direction before their waiter disappeared into what he assumed was the kitchen.

The other waiter calmly made his way over to their table and smiled pleasantly. Marcus noticed that he kept his gaze in appropriate areas as he introduced himself and took their drink orders.

"Have you ever been here before," he asked Greengrass once the new waiter had gone to collect their drinks.

"Once. With a friend from the coven. When I get too introverted, she comes to take me out. It's mostly Chinese food. I think you'd like the noddles, but you're going to order for both of us."

He frowned in confusion. "Why am I ordering for you? You're able to talk to the waiter and give him your order." He was beyond confused now.

"Trust me, I am more than capable of deciding what to eat, but this isn't about that. This is about us doing things in a more traditional way. For example, that waiter will come back and you'll say something like I will have the beef lo-mein and the lady will have the cashew chicken. We would also like an order of hot green tea for two. Understand? It's dumb, I know, but I think it will help our cause."

"OK," he drew the word out, still confused, but willing to go with it. "Does that mean that you would like the cashew chicken? Or am I supposed to read your mind?"

"It's very good, but most things will be here. The kitchen is rather clean and they take great care in their meals. Choose two things that sound appealing to you, and we can share."

He grunted in response and hid behind the menu, looking for something that would appeal. When the waiter finally came back with glasses of water, he ordered beef and broccoli for Greengrass and garlic chicken for himself, a dish that was starred to show that it was spicy. He also ordered egg drop soup and hot and sour soup and the required green tea.

"Was that all right," he asked once the waiter had bustled away again. He'd really rather be just about anywhere else.

"You're good at this," Astoria said with a wide smile. "Though we're going to have to do a minty breath charm if you expect a goodnight... kiss."

Dinner actually went rather well despite Marcus' discomfort. Marcus glared at her when he was handed the check. He paid and they strolled a bit more slowly through Diagon back to the Leaky to apparate back to Stygion. They were full, and though Astoria now needed a breath mint too, she could not fault Marcus' choices. She was quite sated - food-wise. Now it was time to take care of the other, provided they had paid their dues.

The stopped before her door. Astoria used her wand to do a charm on her mouth then Marcus' before she kissed him. Nothing bad happened, and she was impressed. The kiss continued, making her toes curl in her shoes.

Marcus hesitated a moment, expecting lightening to strike or a meteor to fall from the sky. When nothing happened, he wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss at the same time.

After a moment he pulled back, out of breath and harder than a rock.

"Wasn't there something about inviting me inside for one last drink?"

"Yes," Astoria replied, breathlessly. "Would you like to come in for a nightcap?"

"Bloody right, I would," he growled, fumbling for the doorknob and stumbling inside. Once the door was closed behind them again, he used his grip on her hips to lift her and press her against the back. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he shuddered at the feel of her against him.

"No interruptions," he groaned as he nipped at her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access. "Do you think it worked?"

"It better have," Astoria said, grabbed the hair on the back of his head. "I don't care if the furies rain down on us, I am not stopping."

She wondered if they would even make it to the bedroom. She hardly cared right now. Astoria kicked off her shoes and kissed him with enthusiasm. She had one arm around his shoulders and she was unbuttoning his shirt with her free hand.

Marcus growled into her mouth and pulled her away from the door in order to lay her on the floor, which at least had a handy bit of carpeting. He reared back once she was down and ripped her shirt open, revealing a bra that made him groan. It was a good thing he had not known that she had been wearing that scrape of lace all night. Their date would not have lasted at all if he had known.

One hand grasped a breast, no doubt squeezing it too hard as he attacked her mouth again.

Astoria groaned into his mouth. She would have bruises. That was exciting. It would mark her as his. She had too many clothes on still, and so did he.

"Too many too clothes," she snarled, pushing at his shirt to make the rest of it go away.

Astoria pulled the remnants of her shirt of then removed her bra and threw it away.

He drew back enough to shed his shirt and then rucked up her skirt, pushing it out of his way. The scrap of lace the skirt revealed matched the bra and made his cock ache.

"Fuck," he muttered, running one finger over the lace before sweeping it aside and plunging one finger inside of her.

Astoria shouted and arched her back. He was going to make her mindless. They had been denied so many times, denied themselves so many times. She shouted again when Marcus tore her knickers off. Apparently pulling them down was too much trouble. She did not mind. She had not worn anything she truly cared for.

Marcus pulled his hand from her and fumbled with his trousers before finally managing to shove them down far enough to free his cock. There was no finesse, no real foreplay. He pushed into her until he was balls deep and almost came from the sensation.

He growled low in his throat and tried to hold out, tried to last longer than an untried schoolboy. His teeth found her shoulder and he bit down, not hard enough to draw blood, but close, as he slowly pulled out of the tight heat that surrounded his cock.

There mere fact that she was having sex with someone she was meant for, fated to, spun Astoria sharply into focus. She was more clear in this moment than she could ever recall being. Usually she felt like she was on the world instead of it in. She felt she was in the world with him inside her.

She also could not be quiet. Astoria was wiggling all over her spot on the floor and making a rather loud and unladylike moaning sound.

Marcus wrapped a hand in her hair to hold her still when she almost wriggled out of his grip. He was aware enough to know that she wasn't trying to get away -- which was lucky for her since who knew what would happen if that smidge of awareness had not been present.

His hips sped up as he started to lose control.

Astoria gasped. She must have been terribly sexually frustrated for so little to cause her to orgasm, but she did. It was the moment right before that caused the gasp. She got a startling image of a different future right before a wail was torn from her throat and everything decided to pulse.

He felt her inner muscles clench and completely lost control. His hands found purchase on her body, one on her hip and the other wrapped around her shoulders as he surged once, twice, three times and stiffened, trying to go as deep as possible as he came.

When it was over, he collapsed against her, panting, spent. Sated, for the moment.

"It must've worked," he mumbled once he'd regained his mind.

Astoria giggled in delight and nipped his sweaty neck with her teeth. She had a future, and it now suited her far better than the one she had seen as a child.

"I say we move this to the bed. My tailbone is now bruised."

He grunted in response and rolled off of her. He took a moment to kick off his shoes and untangle from his trousers and pants as his eyes tracked her progress to the bedroom. Her hips did that damnable sway even as she discarded her skirt and tossed it aside.

Marcus lumbered to his feet and followed the swaying hips.
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