Thought this would be amusing

Title: It's a Wonderful Afterlife
Author: Liyla
Pairing: Nearly Headless Nick/Fleur Delacour
Summary: "Naturally, loosing one's body does pose some obstacles for a sexual relationship, but Sir Nicholas was learning how to overcome them."
Warnings: nothing atrocious. Lecherous old ghost with a taut young witch--nothing unusual there. I'm not sure how old Fleur is officially, so I suppose this could be a chan if you wanted it to be. I'm picturing an 18 year old, though. hmm...mild bondage, implied self-spanking. D/s.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: J.K. would never let them have this much fun. Saddly, she owns them.



Naturally, loosing one's body does pose some obstacles for a sexual relationship, but Sir Nicholas was learning how to overcome them. Without a body to become aroused, it was only his mind that had become frustrated. Until he had met Fleur, that is. Watching this sweet young girl writhing under his word was almost more fun than seducing her physically might have been.

Take tonight for example. She always followed his instructions to the letter, so tonight she was wearing a skirt cut about 8 inches above her knees and slit down the front (with no underwear) with a plain white button down shirt and a brightly colored bra that tied in the front. She had also brought that pair of handcuffs he had requested.

He had her unbutton the shirt first, and then put the key to the handcuffs on her stomach before cuffing her wrists around one of the small posts in her headboard.

Her task: uncuff herself.
Her motivation (besides being free): Per Nicks instructions, every hour, on the hour, Fleur had to bring her self to the brink of orgasm, and hold herself there for three minutes. This had been going on now for about three days, and Fleur was getting just a tad bit desperate. He promised that if she could get loose without calling for help, he might consider letting her come.

After hearing that news, she had handcuffed herself without question. All Sir Nick had to do was sit back and enjoyed the show. A bit of thigh flashed as she kicked, trying to get the key to flip up her abdomen. The tie on her bra was loosening, though the cups had not started slipping off yet. Nick was eagerly anticipating that. The Veela-touched little thing had amazing breasts, and he never tired of watching her reveal them. Or watching them reveal themselves, as was the case tonight. Her skin was flushed and glistening now, from the exertion as well as arousal.

Eventually, Fleur gave up on the kicking and rolled over onto her knees, pulling her skirt about halfway up her butt. She whimpered slightly when she realized the key had stuck to her stomach from sweat and wiggled delightfully to knock it off. That was all the bra needed. The tie gave and it fell open. Fleur pulled her feet underneath herself, standing tightly bent over, and started pushing the key up the bed with her toes. Her skirt was completely bunched around her waist now, concealing nothing, and her breasts wobbled with every move.

"Wait like that just a minute darling and let me go fetch that Colin boy," Nick whispered in her ear. Fleur paused for a second and looked down her body, realizing, for the first time, just what a show she was putting on. She moaned, "You...incorporeal old lech!" and started pushing the key a little faster. She bent her knees, trying to lower her backside a bit, but, to Nicholas's delight, the skirt did not slide back down.

Like all good things, however, the game came to an end when Fleur finally managed to kick the key to her hand and unlock the cuffs. Her hands immediately flew to her crotch.

"Uh-uh-UH!" Nick scolded, waving his hand threw hers, making her jerk hers away. "What do you think you are doing?"

"You promised I could come when I got loose!" She whined, indignantly, "You promised!"

"I believe what I promised was that I might consider letting you come. Now then, I believe you called me names a few minutes ago. Why don't you go get that lovely wooden hairbrush of yours and you can start paying for that."

Oh yes, Sir Nicholas thought, as he watched the girl position herself on her back, the brush in her hand, ready to smack the insides of her own thighs, It was a wonderful afterlife