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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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Harry Potter > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307202,1331 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

Women Need a Reason to Have Sex

... Men just need a place

April 25, 2005 9:41 AM

She was so tired she literally could not move. Her body was sore too. There would be marks, and Astoria would be very surprised if she could sit properly for several days. Marcus seemed to be asleep now, but he was rather insatiable. She liked that. She would definitely need to launder her bed sheets, though, definitely.

A hand began absently rubbing her thigh. She was even too tired and sated to cover up. She was just sprawled on her bed naked. Astoria would like to swat the hand away and claim fatigue, but she was too tired for that.

"How can you possibly have anything left?" she asked. "I don't think I can move anymore."

"Don't," Marcus mumbled. She had babbled things about him being some sort of sex god, able to get it up any time at all. But the truth was he was now exhausted. His thighs and shoulders burned from the constant exercise. He had not kept count of how often they had come together in the middle of the night, but it was definitely some sort of record.

He pulled her closer to him, curling around her body, adjusting her until they were spooned together. His hand found her thigh again and rubbed lightly. He liked touching her.

Astoria gave a little sigh of contentment. She managed to put her hand over his roaming one.

"We should date more often. Of course I fully expect Irulan to come over after you've gone and grill me. In fact, half the village will have questions. Too bad for them. I refuse to share you."

Astoria pulled his hand from her thigh and placed it between her breasts, stroking his knuckles.

"I feel very foolish for trying not to have this."

"Idiot," he agreed, only partially awake. He was so tired that even having his hand nestled between her tits did nothing to him. He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled, enjoying the scent of sweat and sex and Greengrass.

She debated telling him what she had seen, but she didn't want to scare him. Astoria just let the moment lie and enjoyed the feeling of his body resting against hers. He did not hide during sex, and she now knew things of him he would likely not want her to know. It didn't matter. It had not changed anything for her. He was still what she wanted, all she would ever want. They fit. They fit even more now than they had when she was young.

And she would keep his secrets as if they were her own.

"Well, you didn't want me either."

"Never denied being an idiot." The tone of her voice had woken him up a bit, enough to answer coherently. Barely.

He let his mind wander as they lay there. About what happened next. He could feel his muscles tightening as he wondered if she was already carrying his child. They had not exactly been using extra contraceptive charms during the rush of the night.

A child deserved a better life than what he could provide.

And should he actually start calling her Astoria now instead of Greengrass?

"I am not pregnant, nor shall I be for some time. We have, ah, altered our future. And those closest to me call me Tori. I think we are well past surnames."

He lifted his head to frown down at her. He couldn't really blame her for picking the questions out of his mind. Not when he knew damned well that all of his walls were down. And he didn't have the energy to rebuild them. Not right now.

"How did we change the future? And what is it now?"

"I don't know what changed it. Only that it changed. I can't see everything," she lied. "Only that there are no children for some time. We're safe there."

He grunted in response and buried his nose back in her hair. He had a feeling she was not being entirely truthful about what all she had seen, but he wasn't going to call her on it. Not right now, at least.

"Tori, hmm? Might take some time for me to get used to that."

"You can always call me Astoria. Just no more Greengrass. It's so impersonal."

"Might still call you Greengrass in front of people. Or if I'm pissed off at you." He wasn't sure why he was warning her about it. He couldn't even call it self defense since he really didn't think she'd be too mad about that sort of slip. As long as he didn't start referring to her as "the old ball and chain".

Astoria giggled about his stray thoughts. She could not help it. He was so open right now. His trust there gave her inner peace she was not aware was possible.

"I do hope you are never pissed off at me, but knowing me, it is certainly probable that you will want to throttle me several times in the future. I'm quite good at being annoying - or so I am told."

"You'll have to distract me with shagging," he said, his arms tightening around her for a moment before relaxing again.

"Now let me have a kip. Some of us have to work for a living and need rest before dealing with the sots at the bar."

Astoria pulled his hand up and kissed the palm before placing it on her belly. "Of course."
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