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A Real First Kiss

Teddy felt his heart stop beating at the significance of where they were sitting. He tried to keep his features schooled, and prayed like mad that it wouldn't occur to Victoire just what sort of situation they'd found themselves in. But even as he told himself to relax and calm down his body tensed. He'd never been in this situation before. He'd never been stupid enough to bring a girl to his bedroom, at least not one who tempted him to introduce her to the comforts of his bed and arms.

The main reason he'd never dared was the fact that he feared what his grandmother would do to him and the girl when she found out. And she would find out, of that Teddy had never had a doubt. And where as he was only partially Black, she was a Black to her core, which meant as much as she loved him he would be in severe trouble if he dared even think he could mess around with a girl in her house without her knowing. Of course she thought nothing of letting Victoire into his room unsupervised, she was family after all. That she was far more than family to him now was something his grandmother had yet to realize. But he'd realized, and damn if he didn't want to tempt fate, take his life into his own hands, and pull Victoire into his arms and onto the bed.

Putting all her concentration on making sure the bowl in her hand didn't shake Victoire could only hope Teddy didn't realize what they were sitting on. Because she was so aware of it. That she'd sat on Teddy's bed more times than she could count meant nothing. It was like this was the first time, because it wasn't her Teddy's bed anymore. It was the other Teddy's bed now. The man Teddy, the one who wanted to drag her down onto the nearest bed and ravish her.

And now he had the bed.

And her on it.

And he had had a lot of dreams involving her and his bed.

Victoire only hope was that either he didn't realize where they were or that the thought that Andromeda was downstairs would keep him in line. If anyone could do it, she could. The woman had eyes on the back of her head and an even wickeder tongue than her own mother. You just didn't pull funny stuff in her vicinity. Not if you valued your life. Which they both did.

If anyone could stop two majorly stirred up teenagers, it was Teddy's grandmere.

They managed to keep it together until Tod had had enough of his lunch. Then the fox wasn't interested in distracting either of them with how cute and hungry he was. He just yawned and gave Teddy a look that said he wished to be returned to his earlier resting place. And so Teddy got to his feet and placed the fox back in the beanbag chair, taking as long to do it as he could. When he turned around, Victoire had gotten to her feet as well, looking nervous as she stood beside his bed.

Did he look as nervous, Teddy wondered. Probably. He felt that nervous anyway.

Forcing himself to walk over to her Teddy did his best to look as harmless as possible as he reached out and gently framed her face between his big hands. "You have nothing to worry about. I'm completely in control of myself."

"So you wanting me just goes away like a forty eight hour cold?" She blurted out, her cheeks reddening as she cursed her bluntness and the comparison. She didn't want to be some kind of cold, she wanted to be something a lot nicer than that. Something he wanted to have around.

If he wasn't honest, they'd never be able to be friends again. So however hard it was, he had to be as truthful as possible, Teddy decided. "It did before, sort of. But I'm…well…when I think of you now…it's sort of not fading away like before. But I won't hurt you. Never again. And I'm perfectly fine with there never being a repeat…I just want you to know you don't have to be afraid I'll lose control like that again. That I'll hurt you again."

"You didn't hurt me before." Setting her hands on top of his Victoire worked up a confident smile for him, determined to mend their fences. "And I'm not afraid of you, never of you. Afraid of what we make each other feel maybe, but never of you." She wanted to say that she wished he would kiss her the way he had before, but she didn't have quite that much courage.

"Good, though I'd rather you not be afraid at all." Leaning forward Teddy placed his forehead against hers, the show of affection instinctive and natural for them.

And then they drew back a little, and found themselves looking into each other's eyes. Neither could look away, or really wanted to. What they saw in each other's eyes was so new, and so very, very seductive. And then, slowly, so very slowly, their heads tilted to the side and their lips met.

This kiss, so unlike the others they'd shared days before, was soft, sweet, and without hurry. It both soothed the tension between them and heated it, turning it from a twisted blaze to a welcoming, familiar glow. Together they moved closer, chests touching as Victoire wrapped her arms around his neck, his hands remaining on her cheeks as they held each other close.

Tenderly deepening the kiss Teddy lapped up the taste of her, truly able to sample and appreciate now that there wasn't a red haze of lust in front of his eyes. She tasted exactly like her personality, he thought with pleasure. Tangy sweet with a heat that put a chill pepper to shame.

Tightening her grip Victoire stood up on her tippy toes to better shape herself to the contours of his body, sighing in pleasure at how perfectly they fit together. It didn't scare her this time, to feel how tough and strong he was. It excited her, to know she could make all those muscles quiver against her softness.

And when breath was needed Teddy lifted his head a little to smile at her before pressing his face against the side of her neck, nuzzling her there as he breathed in her scent. He had himself mostly under control, but he thought it wise to call a halt thanks to the bed so very close to them.

Reaching up to stroke her fingers through his tousled hair Victoire smiled, eyes half closed as she soaked in the closeness she'd missed so much. Once again, she felt utterly safe in his arms.

"I thought my scent drove you crazy?" She'd even forgone her usual perfume, just to be considerate.

"It does, but in a very good way. Most of the time." Smiling Teddy wrapped his arms a little tighter around her waist. "It's only those five days or so that it drives me completely up the wall. The rest of the time I get by. Currently I'm thinking of you as a cookie fresh from the oven."

"A fresh baked cookie?" She repeated, not sure how to take that. The man did love his cookies after all.

"You smell really, really good, but trying to eat you would result in a burnt tongue and mouth."

Laughing, Victoire pulled out of his grasp enough so that she could look at him. "So you think that I'd burn your tongue if you tried to eat me?"

Teddy had to get imagines involving her and eating stuff off her naked body out of his head before he could focus on answering her. It was extremely hard; they were incredibly delicious images in more ways then one. Especially the image of drizzling chocolate sauce around and around her-

"No need to ask where your mind is."

Blushing, Teddy hair went as red as his cheeks.

Rolling her eyes Victoire was smart enough not to ask exactly what he'd been picturing. She had enough male cousins to know how perverted their little minds could be. Though she was, just a little, curious as to what he'd been imagining before he remembered that she was still in the room. The various possibilities that popped into her head had her wanting to do a little squirming too.

"Sorry." Color still high Teddy gave her a sheepish look, pointedly staring at the ground. "If it makes any difference…I'm paying for the mental images in more ways than one."

And was he ever.

Amused, Victoire raised an eyebrow. "That seems only fair."

Looking up Teddy gave her his much loved sheepish grin. "So what's say we get out of here before I forget the whole tongue burning thing?" The monster was well leased, but he couldn't help but remember that there was chocolate sauce in the kitchen pantry downstairs.

Better safe than sorry.

"So you think I'll burn you?" Victoire asked, teasingly hooking her hands back behind his neck, fluttering her lashes at him in flirty exaggeration. Somewhere in her mind, despite everything, she couldn't believe that he was any threat to her in a physical sense. He was, and always would be, her beloved pal Teddy. One who could kiss really, really well, she amended, still able to taste him.

"I know you can. I'm still recovering from the last time I took a bite." Leaning down Teddy intended to kiss her, pausing when a loud thud broke the ambiance.

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Both turning their heads, the two didn't have to ask what had made the sound, especially when the thud sounded again. There was a reason doors in the house were kept open.

Letting go of Victoire Teddy walked over and opened the door, just as the causer of the noise came flying through the doorway, skidding on the floor to topple end over end. The dog was a mutt, a mismatched of so many different breeds that it was a wonder even one of its ancestors had ever been a purebred. Its name was Dopey, so named because he was the stupidest dog in the history of its kind. He was so stupid, he tried to make friends with cars. When they were moving. Hence the fact that Dopey was never let outside unless leashed. It was also why Teddy had never been able to find another home for him. You couldn't even close doors around the dog, because he didn't understand he couldn't go through them.

But Dopey was lovable, and so Victoire came over and picked the dog up, letting him enthusiastically bath her face with doggy kisses. "Bonjour, Dopey. Your breath is as bad as always."

"Lord only knows what he's gotten into today." Rolling his eyes Teddy came over and took the dog from her, turning to throw the dog lightly onto the bed where he could bug his other animals.

Delighted to be there, Dopey bounded over the covers to curl up beside Sleepy and Mrs. Potts, neither of whom was particularly glad to have the young whippersnapper's company. Not that Dopey cared, he loved being around the other animals, even though they tended to regard him as an annoyance. Teddy loved him and Andromeda tolerate him with reluctant affection. That was good enough for him.

Walking over to stand beside Teddy Victoire looked up at him. "I believe you were going to kiss me before Dopey hit the door."

Hence Dopey being transferred from her arms to the bed. "So I was." Leaning down Teddy's lips were once again millimeters from hers when the sound of someone clearing their throat had the two once again looking over.

While Dopey wasn't a threat, Andromeda Black Tonks most definitely was. And she was standing in the doorway, arms crossing, her dark eyes knowing as she watched them.

The two couldn't put enough space between them fast enough.

Amused, Andromeda didn't either bother to ask the obvious. So her grandson had decided to put the moves on little Victoire, Andromeda mused, keeping her smile well hidden as she watched two redden and squirm under her all knowing eyes. She'd thought something like this might happen, and it was always satisfying to be right. But still…

"You're both not children anymore, so don't act like it. Be responsible."

Trusting them to be so horrified by the implications of her words that any thoughts of having sex would die quick deaths Andromeda left them to each other's company, a wide smile on her face as soon as her back was to them.

They'd make a lovely couple.

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Lying in bed that night Victoire hugged her cat, a present from Teddy. Teddy often gave pets for presents whenever possible and he had a knack for picking just the right pet for just the right person. The cat was white, fluffy and totally girlie. In other words, just perfect for her. Her name was Duchess, after the female feline lead from The Aristocats. Stroking the purring cat's head Victoire told her all about the kisses she'd shared with Teddy, and how she couldn't wait to kiss him again.

Turning her head when she heard the sound of tapping at her window, Victoire's brows furrowed as she set her cat down on the covers. Getting off the bed Victoire walked slowly over to the window, opening it when she recognized the bird waiting patiently outside the window sill. In flew Eve, Teddy's falcon, the bird zooming in to circle the room before coming back to her to make her delivery. Attached to her leg was a letter, which Victoire quickly retrieved when Eve landed to perch on her desk chair with a flutter of powerful wings.

Sitting down on the side of her bed, with her cat at her side, Victoire quickly unfolded the letter, smiling as she read through the contents of the letter.

Dear Cookie,

I meant to ask, are you busy this coming weekend? If you aren't, send a reply with my feathered friend here and we'll do something. Or if you don't want to, that's fine too. If I misinterpreted this afternoon, don't worry about my feelings, I'll get over it. And if I don't, I trust you'll knock some sense into me at the earliest opportunity.

Yours Always,

Teddy

Laughing softly Victoire got to her feet once more and went over to make use of her writing box.

Retrieving a sheet of paper Victoire dipped her quill into her inkwell and after some consideration quickly wrote out a reply before she could question her response. Blowing the ink dry Victoire quickly rolled it up as soon as it was ready and tied it with ribbon for good measure. And just for an extra tease, Victoire spritzed it with her perfume before attaching it to Eve's leg. Giving the falcon a couple strokes of her fingers Victoire walked back over to her window and sent the bird flying into the night air.

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Opening the window for his falcon Teddy smiled when his bird flew in to perch on his shoulder. Walking over to his bed Teddy sat down and then retrieved the letter, his nose wrinkling at the scent emitting from the piece of paper. The tease, he thought as he unrolled the piece of parchment.

Dear Teddy

You are in luck, for you I am willingly to clear my schedule to make time for you. I will expect you to call me tomorrow with the details. If you don't my schedule might just fill up unexpectedly.

Yours Always,

Cookie

Smiling, Teddy read it over a couple times more before folding the letter up, getting to his feet to wander over to his desk. Putting the letter in one of his drawers Teddy's mind was busy as he mentally tried to come up with a plan of action. He and Victoire had gone plenty of places together so this had to be special somehow.

He'd always been crappy when it came to special dates.

But he was gonna think of something if it made his head explode.

Flopping back on his bed Teddy stared up at his ceiling, hardly aware of the various critters creeping, sleeping and flying around his room. Absently patting a snoring Dopey Teddy wondered if maybe he should take her to do something Muggle-ish. At least that would be original.

Or maybe not.

Would she prefer something more traditional? Classy? Completely out of his price range and tastes?

Ugh.

Why were girls normal and somewhat understandable until the moment you wanted to date them?