dirty work [addy]

[addilyn elara slater]

I'LL TELL YOU ALL MY SECRETS

THAT I'M KEEPING

September 4, 2027
JOHN ELLIOT CLARK

Jack brought Addy a drink quickly. The alcohol content was very high, but Addy pushed through it, drinking a significant amount. Her eyes never entirely left his. They focused intently on her. There was something ambitious about him. And while this was not a situation like school or work where there was always a goal to be chased. A year or two ago, Addy would have balked at the idea of being someone’s prize, a goal for them. But with everything that had happened, she realized that all she craved was that feeling in the pit of her stomach—the flutter. Even if she only felt brave to find it with much tequila and now rum.

As his arm wrapped around her, she quickly abandoned the drink, placing it on the counter next to her. He tasted like rum, but Addy struggled to think about anything when his lips found that spot on her neck. It was like an off button for her brain. She was always thinking, constantly processing everything all at once, but it felt good to stop. Cheese had learned he could get Addy to stop talking like that, and she almost hated having that weakness, but it all felt so good. Jack’s hand felt hot against her skin, and her breath hitched slightly the higher he went.

But then he stopped. His way of teasing her, she supposed. But while Addy was famous for her patience, she was feeling anything but now. Her hands had instinctively held onto his shoulders for balance, but one at a time, she began to shrug off the straps of her dress. And she pulled herself against him. She could feel his body heat through the thin layers of his clothes. But she pulled back just slightly, her breathing heavy but remaining close. She still felt a bit off balance, and with her head already swimming from all the drinks, she didn’t want anything to ruin the moment. So she pulled herself up slightly on his tall frame, letting her other leg wrap around his waist. Addy was small but agile. And she kissed him, letting her teeth linger on his bottom lip for a second before kissing him even more intensely this time.

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Words weren't needed anymore. Their conversation happened between peppered kisses, shifting fabric, and ragged breathing. Addy shrugged off the straps of her dress, and Jack reached around to drag the zipper down, perilously slow. He slid the fabric from her body, letting it pool at her feet. Jack took a moment to step back and admire her golden skin in the moonlight, before she caught him in another heated kiss. Jack's hands reached around her hips, hooking onto her backside before lifting her onto the counter in the kitchen. He knew he ought to take her to the bedroom, to do this whole thing properly, but his mind was hazy and she tasted so sweet and irresistible.

Shucking off his shirt, Jack groaned as Addy wrapped both legs around his hips. He wanted everything between them gone. His flesh was aflame with desire, his arms holding her tight against his body. He kissed her like he needed her lips to breathe, desperately. Her skin was so smooth, so warm as his fingers made a bold exploration of her body, teasing, testing, and pleasing. And when he couldn't take it anymore, Jack shed the final layers between them, making quick work of his trousers and her knickers until they could become one right here on this very counter.

Addy felt sensational, like a morning spent between the pillows and the duvet cover. Jack moved slowly at first, then more quickly, yearning to draw out little sounds of pleasure for her. He nipped at the crux of her neck, his hands holding her steady, tasting every bit of skin she exposed for him. He explored her body and worshipped her at the same time, each kiss, each shift of their bodies opening up a new door to him. And when he couldn't take it anymore, he sighed her name into her mouth, sealing the moment with a deep, languid kiss.

There was a long moment of silence in which the pair of them could only right themselves by breathing, before Jack moved away and wadded up some paper towel to hand to Addy. His heart was pounding heavily in his chest - somehow, he got the impression that Addy was not the sort of girl who did that often, even if she had suggested they go somewhere private. He leaned against the counter, searching for something to say, but he'd never been good at times like this. Right now, Jack could only see stars. "Have you ever seen the milky way with the naked eye?"

addilyn elara slater

[addilyn elara slater]

I'LL TELL YOU ALL MY SECRETS

THAT I'M KEEPING

September 4, 2027
JOHN ELLIOT CLARK

For a split second, Addy realized why people did this so often. Search for simple and carnal pleasures without regard for who was involved or building those foundations with anyone. How was it any different than her seventh year when she would give in to that growing need and find the boy who was the epitome of her ‘type’? And suddenly, she didn’t care if they were in a broom closet, the Quidditch locker room, or anywhere. She felt alive, but it was impossible when her skin felt like it was on fire. And for the first time in a while, Addy wasn’t thinking—was just here. When was the last time her brain wasn’t in a million places at once?

She didn’t even care that they had only gone as far as the kitchen. As they moved, she clung to him. Nails dug into his back until they both finally relaxed. The alcohol still swirled in her head, but she felt incredibly relaxed. And it was all thanks to this handsome stranger who had bought her a drink at the bar. All that tension was gone, and as she caught her breath and willed her heart rate to slow down, Jack spoke again. Addy pushed some hair out of her face. Between the club, drinking, the weather, and activities, they were working up a bit of a sweat. ”What?” She hadn’t quite heard him. Looking to the side, she saw her drink from before, which she grabbed. It was still strong, but she could taste the water from the melted ice. Somehow they hadn’t knocked over too many things.

Addilyn Slater didn’t do these things. She didn’t sleep with men whose last names she didn’t know. But she was enjoying herself. Looking over, she let her eyes look Jack up and down. He was fit, very tall, and there was something about how the stubble grew lightly on his sharp jawline that made Addy bite her bottom lip for a second. But despite that momentary distraction, she fought to ignore that urge building up inside her again. Addy was still Addy, after all, and she got the sense it was late. ”Do you have the time?” She asked, finishing the rest of her glass. Her face contorted slightly as she was hit with almost pure rum. She would have loved nothing more to experience and feel what she’d felt all over again, but unfortunately, she was sobering up just slightly.

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Her head ached and throbbed—and well, so did the rest of her, really. Addy made a mental note not to wear heels and dance that much ever again. She would have to convince Brígh that they should take it easy that day. All Addy felt like doing was, at most, laying on the beach and hoping this headache passed. Groaning slightly, she rolled over. The bed was too comfortable to leave at the moment. And she rolled until she ran into a body, her arm slinging across him as she lay her head near his chest. It took her eyes a few seconds to adjust, it was bright, and they felt dry from the lack of sleep. But she looked at the skin in front of her. Pale and bare.

But no, that wasn’t right. He had a tattoo there, it was small and faint, but it was there. One of his newer ones. Her blue eyes looked up and saw the stubbled jawline and sandy hair of a man that was definitely not her ex-boyfriend. Suddenly she felt wide awake, though exhausted all the same. Addy cringed as she rolled onto her back again. The events of the last twelve hours or so trickled back into her brain. Drinks with the girls, then the club, and then…him. A drink at the bar, shots of tequila, wandering out near the beach…Addy recalled it all. A faint blush crept onto her face at the memory but also at how she just assumed it was Cheese. Somehow she knew it would come back to bite her. They’d broken up in March but had begun that pattern of sleeping together during the summer.

What time was it? Addy managed to sit up, using whatever she could of the blanket to cover herself. But it was difficult to move quickly, so she sat for a moment as she looked around the room for her things, but where had her clothes gone?

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Jack didn't know why he'd spoken. Nor why he'd said something so daft as talking about the stars. But he was spent and his head was spinning a bit. He sucked down the rest of his drink for something to do rather than think about how lame he'd sounded. If Mal had heard him asking a lass about the milky way, he would never live it down. But thankfully, Mal wasn't here, and Addy was spread bare before him. He could feel arousal stirring within him again, but she merely asked the time. Jack thought of quipping that they had all the time in the world, but instead checked the watch that had at some point been flung halfway across the room. "Nearly three," he replied, his voice scratchy.

There was silence between them as the distant beat from the clubs washed over them. The night was still young for a place like Malia. Jack approached Addy slowly, his eyes on her face. He brushed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before kissing her tenderly. He laced his fingers between hers, leading her off the counter and into the bedroom he'd claimed for his own. Jack would spend the entire night learning every inch of her body, the taste of her lips and skin, and when they were both fully sated, he would fall asleep, more content than he could remember.

Hours later, there was a rustling beside Jack. He kept his eyes closed, his breathing deep and even. An arm had been slung around his middle, but was now withdrawn as the bed shifted beside him. With a final exhale, Jack opened his eyes. "Morning," he greeted the girl - Addy, he remembered her name to be, as if he could forget after the rides of his life last night. His voice was thick with sleep and he rubbed his eyes. His hand dropped to Addy's bare thigh, and his thumb rubbed gentle circles in the soft skin there. "Feeling a bit ropey?" asked Jack through the pounding of his head. "I've got a fantastic hangover cure..." he added. He took a sip of water from the bottle that lived next to his bed - grateful that Mal hadn't pranked him and replaced it with vodka again. Jack's arm slunk around Addy's hips and he drew her into a languid kiss, one that held promise. He broke it shortly afterwards and slid from the bed, retreating into the bathroom to fix up two glasses of the hangover potion Mal had procured for them both. Jack appraised the glass - it didn't look very appetising, but it didn't look distinctly magical either. He couldn't remember if Addy was a witch or not.

"Here," said Jack, offering her one of the rocks glasses and draining his own potion. His head cleared almost at once, and he felt close to chipper. "It's like magic," said Jack with a smirk, his gaze drifting to Addy's. Her hair was rumpled from their various nighttime activities and she looked utterly delectable, her lips swollen and pink. He remained silent, knowing a nasty hangover could lead to a bad mood.

addilyn elara slater

[addilyn elara slater]

I'LL TELL YOU ALL MY SECRETS

THAT I'M KEEPING

September 4, 2027
JOHN ELLIOT CLARK

Addy immediately promised herself she would never drink again. The pain wasn’t worth it. The way her head spun and everything seemed so much louder than it was before. Even the lights, natural and otherwise, shone brighter. But the boy beside her stirred awake, mumbling a greeting so easily. ‘Jack’ she thought. Of course, not even Addy’s sharp mind would do her the favor of forgetting anything last night. She rubbed her eyes but was distracted by his hand on her thigh. A tall boy with large hands…no, she needed to stop. Brígh was probably wondering where Addy had gone, assuming she was awake.

She didn’t respond immediately, still wondering how she could leave with her head feeling ten times heavier than it was. But he shifted further this time and brought Addy close to him, her breath hitched, and her head felt empty again as he kissed her. And suddenly, he was gone, and Addy was left with that dizzy feeling again. But he returned with a glass, the color familiar and known to anyone her age. ”Thanks.” She spoke. Her mouth and throat were so dry. It was a terrible-tasting potion, unfortunate for those whose hangover included an upset stomach. It was best to drink all at once, she had learned. And she leaned to place the glass on the side table, instinctively trying to cover herself with what little blanket there was.

But after she’d closed her eyes for a second and let out a breath, her head beginning to clear quickly, she finally gave the man a good look. Oh, Merlin. She knew him. Unfortunately, she was still too tired to calculate the probability of running into an old housemate so far from home. ”Clark.” She spoke softly. ”Jack Clark.” Why hadn’t she recognized him the previous night? Or had she been that desperate for some company? That also meant his oaf of a brother was somewhere nearby. The bane of Addy’s existence for as long as he occupied a spot on the Slytherin house team. Now whether he would recognize her was up in the air. She’d been but a third year when he’d graduated. But they were both all grown up now. At least the hangover potion had worked, she thought as she ran a hand through her messy hair.

Though now that her head had cleared, she couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss from a few moments ago. No. She needed to get back. Not to mention he hadn’t an ounce of modesty, and Addy fought to keep her eyes forward rather than gawk.

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Jack offered Addy the hangover potion with ease, no comment as to the thick, viscous liquid looked more mud-like than helpful. She drank it back quickly, and Jack realised she must have taken this before. Which led him to believe she was a witch, just as surely as he was a wizard. He downed his own potion in one go, just like Addy, and placed his empty glass on the side table with a grimace. "Don't mention it," Jack replied easily, his hand moving back to the spot on her thigh that it had vacated when he went to collect the potion. His thumb resumed its lazy circles in her thigh, traveling every so slightly higher with each sweep.

Jack froze when Addy spoke his surname. He definitely had not given it to her. Fuck, she knew him? His face paled and his stomach dropped. He'd just been looking forward to a bit of morning sex, maybe getting her number and keeping at it for the rest of the holiday. But if she knew him, surely he knew the reputation that came with himself and his brother. Mal was much more overt and forward about his hunting, and Jack much more thoughtful. There had never been any complaints about the quality of their bedding - only that there was hardly ever a second chance with either Clark boy. They were far too interested in themselves to return to old flames.

"Er... yeah..." said Jack, swallowing thickly, the hand that was on her thigh jumping to ruffle his hair self consciously. Fuck. He never did anything self consciously. He narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to place her. And realised that she had distinct features similar to Claire Slater. She had been two years above Jack in school, but Merlin had she been a challenge. She was gorgeous and stubborn, and fiery as hell. He knew how much Mal had fancied the eldest Slater, had regaled Jack with information about the brother (a year below Mal) and the baby sister (to whom Jack had paid little attention, as he had no interest in being arrested for paedophelia). It seemed that the baby sister had grown up.

"Fuck me, Addy Slater?" said Jack in disbelief, wondering when she'd grown into such a vixen. He sat back against the headboard, completely gob smacked. He'd shagged Claire Slater's younger sister. Thoroughly. And Jack had the sense that she'd enjoyed it, especially after spurring him on four times more after the first go. "You're older than I remember," he added with a cheeky smirk, recalling how they'd been in the same house but several years apart. "But I guess that's just how time works..." he added with a wry smile. His mental state righted himself, and his morning wood wasn't going away any time soon. After all, he was just a man, naked, and in bed with a very beautiful girl. The age difference meant nothing - especially considering she was a consenting adult. Without another word, Jack leaned forward and kissed Addy again, heady and fervent, his hand slipping higher up from her thigh, willing her to forget his name and her own, if only for one more hour.

addilyn elara slater

[addilyn elara slater]

I'LL TELL YOU ALL MY SECRETS

THAT I'M KEEPING

September 4, 2027
JOHN ELLIOT CLARK

It took Jack a second to catch up, but then he did. The realization also hit him suddenly. He was closer in age to Addy’s older siblings, she realized. She mentally groaned, wondering if Claire and Grey knew him well at all. She doubted it. Her sister could be stubborn and would not have been weak like Addy had. And she didn’t see why they would talk to Grey when it was clear what those boys were after. Still, it didn’t seem to bother him all that much. And she was nineteen, so it wasn’t the same at all as if they were students. Perhaps Addy was merely just embarrassed to be in such a situation.

She figured she would leave now, but before she could scoot off the bed, Jack kissed her. Addy told herself no, she needed to leave, but the way he kissed and touched her—after a moment, Addy relented and put her arms around his neck. Part of all those memories flooding back were the good ones as well. How good she had felt when he’d paid attention to her. When Jack literally swept her off her feet and truly how fun the night before had been. She’d probably never run into him again, right? The odds would be low after a meeting like this.

[ end addy ]

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