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art, neville/hannah

FIC, ART: Sweetest Perfection (Neville/Hannah)
To: Kethlenda
From: Your Secret Santa

Title: Sweetest Perfection
Author: Anonymous
Artist: tarotemp
Rating: R
Pairing: Neville/Hannah
Summary: Even Professors like to have fun on their free weekends.
Warnings: Adult content/themes (bondage); fic contains NON-WORKSAFE ART
Author's Note: A two-for-the-price-of-one holiday deal for kethlenda - art and fic!

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"What would all your students say, Professor Longbottom, if they knew what I know about you?" Hannah presses her lips against the line of his jaw. Stubble pricks her mouth and she knows just how long it was since his last shave.

Neville's arms are, at first, suspended above his head. His wrists are bound by a single strip of cloth and he guesses that it is her house tie because that's what she likes to use and he knows she doesn't know where he keeps his old Gryffindor one. However. Neville can not be certain of anything. Just as he can not be certain that she is even undressed yet or if her hair is tied back or if she is wearing any makeup.

He is not in control, sight blocked by a wide band of cloth that is not the silk of a tie and arms restrained and she has him completely and utterly under her thumb in more ways than one.

She's right. What would his students say? What would the other professors say to the fact that their colleague enjoys having his girlfriend visit him on his free weekends where, instead of quiet handheld walks around the lake, he lets her tie him up and do terribly naughty things to him. Neville suspects that Minerva knows what has been going on and, heaven help him, he can't look Dumbledore's portrait in the eye anymore. Blasted old coot knows. Just how he knows, Neville hasn't figured out, but when the twinkling looks started to be exchanged Neville came to this conclusion and suspects that the old Headmaster pops into the portraits in his room to watch sometime.

Which is why all the paintings are flipped around when Hannah visits.

Hannah grins because he's wriggling and she lifts herself up until she's far enough away that he can't hear her take off her clothes or see her put up the Imperturbable Charms. When she comes back to him its all skin against skin and her bare breasts pressed against him and she slides her body against his because they fit. She loves to hear him gasp. Especially in that way where it sounds like he is utterly surprised at the fact that she's there.

Slowly she runs a fingertip down the inside of his arm. He's been working hard this last term and there's a definite change in his musculature.

"Christ that tickles, Hannah," he squeaks. It's undignified and he pulls his arms down, wrists still tied together so that his upper arms are clamped against his chest.

Hannah laughs and nuzzles her nose against his cheek, moving her head just so that her lips soon find the curve of his ear. She nips the skin. He jumps.

"Do you want me to stop, Neville?"

She knows he doesn't. She knows he'll be begging for her to continue by the end. She knows what he likes and when he likes it. Hannah has grown observant in their time together.

She's irreplaceable to him.