A/n: Once more, shout-out to Basium1 for co-writing this silly piece of trash with me. Hopefully this installment will provide a satisfactory climax to the series.

With everything that had happened over course of the last week, you'd have thought that the next phase in operation seduced Harry Dresden, part three, electric bang-aloo, would've been quick to follow. I thought so, too. Turns out, I was wrong.

Like it inevitably does, trouble found its way into our lives, and the less important things, like the long list of things I'd read about in smutty books or seen online when I could still use a computer, got sidelined. There may have been a war against the vampires courts for our very survival going on, too.

That's why we found ourselves in Edinburgh, Scotland, at the the headquarters of the White Council of wizards, listening to Morgan drone on, and on, and on about safety precautions, and wards with a sprinkling of interesting stuff about how the wardens were doing every now and then.

My eyes stayed focused on him, but my mind? That's where the party was at. Okay, that was lame, but you get the point. It was the only place where any fun was being had.

A quick glance around the room showed that everyone was listening intently. Harry was jotting down things in a notepad. Some of those things looked suspiciously like crude drawings of Morgan, but there were notes there, too.

I rubbed my thighs together and found myself drifting back into my daydreams. Maybe this time, we were somewhere exotic? Sandy beaches as far as the eye could see, palm trees, sparkling blue waters. Harry rubbing lotion on my back... No, that was cliché. I could do better.

I looked around the room. It was a boring rectangle with a table smacked down in the middle, wizards crowding around it. A few apprentices were present, most crowded along the walls as the chairspace had run out. I'd been lucky there. To the left of one young warden who I'd talked to a few times, but whose name was something slavic sounding that I couldn't remember, there was a door that almost but not quite blended into the wall.

My thoughts kept wandering. What would be inside? Some secret Hogwartsesque passage?

I picture pulling Harry with me in there, away from prying eyes, and pushing him up the wall in a way I was nowhere near confident enough to do for real. I'd stare into his eyes for a moment before my clothes would vanish, bear with me, and I would step closer to him over the soft carpet. He would get naked, too, and come toward me. I would find my courage and reach out to the rod, no. His… Uh - You know what, let's go with dick - between his legs and give his rod - damn it - dick a good rub.

He'd be reaching for me in the meantime, rubbing my…

"Molly?"

I jerked out of the fantasy and looked around frantically. Harry was looking at me.

"Hmm?" I wiped at my mouth just in case there was drool.

"We're taking a break. Want to see something?"

There was an eager look in his eyes and he gave a nod to the door leading back toward the warden barracks. He meant well, but I was not in the mood for another boring magic lesson right now. Especially since I'd probably screw it up with how… distracted I was. It was probably better to do some exploring, figurative or literal, and I'd gotten curious about what was behind the door.

"If it's over there, sure. Shall we?"

Harry frowned. "You're sure?"

There had been a sparkle in his eyes before, but it was gone now. Huh.

I felt a little bad about it. I liked learning about magic most days, but today I didn't need a nerd-gasm. I needed an orgasm. Or five.

"Yeah." I said, patting the door frame. "I wanna see where this goes."

Harry frowned "Alright… Follow me."

He opened the door and led the way into a dimly lit corridor that snaked its way out of view. The walls were covered in drawings in evolving styles of art that I couldn't for the life of me remember the name of.

"This is the complete, unabridged history of the White Council of Wizards."

Well, shit. Nerdgasm, here we come.

The path just went on and on and I started to worry I'd wither away from old age before we got to the end. It was time for a plan. I just had to figure it out.

I stopped a while in in front of a scene of a building by a harbor on fire, with a bearded, robed man escaping the flames, and pointed. "What's that?"

Harry tilted his head to the side and considered it. "I think it's supposed to be Merlin saving some of the most important texts from the library of Alexandria before it burned down."

"Did that actually happen?"

I leaned back against Harry where he stood, trying to play it cool, like I was just a little bit tired and getting comfortable or something. It was probably a little less subtle when I pressed my ass against the front of his pants, though.

"Yeah… We - we think it did, anyways."

I recognised that tone of voice from the two evenings we'd spend together, from the end, when Harry had been all but bursting with need. If that wasn't enough, I could feel him now, growing hard as I wiggled my butt against him. The feel of him pressed into me sent a delicious shiver down my spine.

He took some of the lead when he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. "I - Molly…"

At least I wasn't the only one thinking along these lines.

I reached behind myself, fumbling for a thoroughly embarrassing moment before unzipping his pants and grasping him through the fabric of his boxers. I could feel the long, hard length of him in my palm. I began to stroke it carefully, trying to remember how he'd done it himself.

How did they do this in the not-kid-friendly movies? It was so hard to focus with Harry's hot, quick breath on my neck.

He responded quickly to my ministrations, reaching down into my pants to fondle me and pushing a finger against my clit before it began circling around the very tip before going over the top and into his pattern.

Hell's bells, this was better than any fantasy any day…

He pressed himself against me. Helping me along as I slowly pumped my hand along the length of him. Screw it. Time to go big or go home. I pulled his underwear down and pushed at my pants, swearing at their stylish, snug fit as I wiggled out of them.

I turned around to face him and ran my finger along the length of his erection. I drew my thumb over the slick tip and Harry shuddered, knees buckling so that he had to brace a hand against the wall for support. Without a second thought I stopped my hands movement but kept my fingers going, rubbing along the length.

He groaned and decided to cheat by slipping his hand in between my thighs again. It threw off my rhythm a little, as I felt the slow building inside of me coaxed by his touch, but I didn't let it stop me. I wanted to make him cum for me.

I didn't hear the steps coming until it was way, way too late. We both froze. My heart was pounding hard and I ached with the need to get off, but I cast a sideways glance to to the corridor. An old man in overalls, stocky, with a bald pate had come to a halt just in sight and stood there.

"Well, I'll be damned. I'm very sorry for interrupting," he said, mostly sounding amused. "But the meeting's starting back up, Hoss. You'd best get dressed or you'll be late."

He turned and walked back to where he'd come from. From the darkness, I could hear him mutter. "Damn youngsters."

Harry and I exchanged a look as the man's steps faded away. Both of us were red-faced, sweaty and just… Completely wrecked. I pulled my jeans up, painfully aware of how wet I was, and how sticky my hand was, and how there was no way in hell anyone would not notice. Exchanging a pained, chagrined smile, we trudged back to the meeting.

It was torture, plain and simple. We made our way back just in time to where people were crowding around and getting into their seats, so people didn't really see us coming in. I think maybe The Merlin saw my face and raised a silver eyebrow, but I just looked away and fled to my seat.

Then Morgan stepped up to the podium… And talked. Arousal still pounded through me and I couldn't focus on anything else but that burning, consuming need. I glanced over to Harry, watching his hands where they rested on the table. Just a few minutes ago I'd had those hands all over me. I looked away and got stuck on the blasting rod hanging from a thong at his hip. I wondered for one traitorous moment if it had any uses outside of combat… Sheesh.

This meeting needed to end - quickly.

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on drawing slow, even breaths. I tried to think of someplace nice and calming, like a meadow. A bumbling brook nearby, tall grass, a picnic basket with treats set out on a blanket… And before I knew it, Harry was there, laid out on the blanket, as I rode him in the marginal cover of the tall grass.

It kept going and going. My underwear was soaked. My heart was pounding frantically, and the meeting didn't really show any sign of being over anytime soon. I caught Harry's eye, and that definitely didn't help when the first damn thing he did was lick his lips and my thoughts went to what his tongue might feel like teasing my clit… I squeezed my thighs together at a fresh surge of need. Fuck.

I kept holding Harry's gaze, though, and he cast a pointed look to Morgan. Was he giving me crap for not listening… Or? Ah. Idea.

I pictured Morgan naked. His old, shrivelled… And yeah, there you go. It helped. Mostly. Up until the next time I looked over at Harry again, at least. Around us the wardens argued, their voices a background buzz I could only pick out a few stray sentences from.

"I don't think we're doing anything useful right now, sitting here debating!"

"Of course you'd think that!"

"At the very least, I do think, which is more than can be said for some."

"Just stick it to them hard!" A shiver coursed through me as vague images of the hard thing I'd been playing with earlier tried to push to the forefront of my mind. I took a deep breath.

"And what will we do when they come hard in our domains?" I know that's not what he meant, but damn if this isn't getting ridiculous. How was that last one not sexual?

"We're not all as young as we once were."

I'm honestly not sure if I hallucinated the last thirty or so minutes of the damn meeting, but when The Merlin finally called it to an end I bolted out of the door. I headed down the nearest corridor, the one heading the opposite direction we'd come from earlier in the day, and cast a glance over my shoulder. Harry was just coming out of the meeting room, making some excuse to a wizard with a blue beard, and steering his steps in my direction.

I kept on walking, making sure he kept up, and took turn after turn, until I had no idea where I was anymore. The floors here were dusty and I left footprints in my wake. There, I finally stopped and leaned up against the wall and tried to look sexy and composed. It took Harry only a few seconds to catch up and keeping myself from slipping my hand down into my jeans even for that short span of time was agony.

Harry stopped in his tracks when he saw me, dark eyes roaming across my body now without a single shred of shame. I smiled as if I wasn't about to explode in a needy pile of sexual frustration, and watched him come closer.

He cupped my cheek as he gave me a tender kiss.

This was what I'd been fantasizing for a while, you know. I wanted him, had wanted him for the longest time, and now it was finally happening. I kiss his neck as I rushed my hand into his pants. He chuckled.

"Eager, are we?" Oh, he had no idea.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the way his breath hitched at my touch. I moved my fingers over the tip as he unbuckled his belt and gave me more freedom to move the way I'd learned he liked. I'd only barely gotten started when Harry's fingers touched my wrist. I blinked in confusion but stopped, and a fresh wave of need coursed through me when he got on his knees.

"You've been very patient with me, haven't you?"

His words send a shudder of pleasure through me. I undid my pants and pushed them down.

Harry stared at me like he wanted to eat me up. He settled his broad, scarred hands at my hips and licked his lips. Then he pushed my underwear aside and leaned in.

I don't know when I stopped focusing on reality but, the universe was suddenly a small space and it was centered around me. The world could be on fire and I wouldn't have noticed, the crackling wouldn't matter as Harry's tongue entered me. I mewled, bringing myself back to reality as Harry began running his tongue back up my slit.

By whatever deity was watching… I was going to come so hard.

Watching…

I shivered and tried to shake the thought. But try as I may, it was stuck and some of the pleasure began to ebb away even as I enjoyed the best head of my life.

"Fuck…" My fingers were wound in his hair and I was pretty sure that I'd be sinking to the floor if not for his hands at my hips.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax. Again, the pleasure built and began to crest, only for the ugly thought of yet another interruption, some baby warden lost in the maze like corridors of Headquarters walking in on us.

Harry dragged his tongue along the tip of my clit and teased a finger inside me. I could feel myself get close - again - and again I could feel eyes on me, hear footsteps echoing off the stone floors around the corner.

I turned my head to look… And there was nothing. Just an empty hallway and two horny wizards. Harry stopped and got to his feet. He wiped at his mouth. "You okay, grasshopper?"

He settled his hands on my shoulders and pulled me close, arms wrapping securely around my waist.

"What's the matter?"

I winced. "I can't - you know - come. I keep thinking someone's going to walk in and I've been close to many times now I think I'm going crazy."

He smiled a little and stroked back the sweaty bangs sticking to my forehead. "We can wait, if you want. Head back home. Nobody's going to disturb us there. Mister doesn't know how to open doors."

I leaned against him. I could feel his dick press against my stomach. I needed him. I couldn't wait.

"Hell, even if someone does catch us. Who cares?" He said.

A fear I hadn't even known I'd been carrying around with me - that all I'd be was his dirty little secret - cracked and shattered with those words. I surged forward and kissed him. Hard. I pushed his pants down frantically and pulled him toward me.

"You're right. Come on. Who cares if someone sees?"

"Are you sure?"

In answer, I took hold of his dick and guided him towards my sex. It was a little awkward, with the height difference, but we made it work. Moving carefully and slowly, Harry pressed inside of me.

I gasped in pleasure. How long have I been wanting this? I met him as he moved and only then realized he was being gentle and letting me get used to his girth. I did not want slow or gentle right now. I grabbed onto shoulders and he caught the drift, lifting me up off the ground so that I could wrap my legs around his waist.

"Faster," I rasped, "go faster!"

He began to pick up the pace, just a little bit with each thrust, and holy shit it was just as good as I'd thought it would. There was an almost look in his eyes, like he was about to- Oh… oh… oh!

I panted as I tried to hold on. I'd wanted this all day. I'd wanted it for years. The pleasure swelled.

"Harry… I'm about to…"

He grunted in answer and…

Fin.