The Doctor Is In

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It's like I'm losing my mind || Hartonin

Mon, 16 Apr 2012 01:16:27 -0400

Antonin didn’t let off her, mouth and fingers keeping the same fast pace as he felt her tense up beneath him and heard her quiet gasps and moans, knowing she was coming. He smiled as she did so, working her though it fast.

He slowly removed his fingers and slipped back from her, running the back of his hand over his mouth. He smiled up at her, unable to help himself. “Thank you.” He said, laughingly. The amount of malpractice that had just gone one was amazing, and Antonin loved it.

Rosalind’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, feeling the muscles in her back burn as she pushed herself off the desk. She stood, watching Antonin with mild interest as her muscles began to relax again. Her game was played, her mind hazy with post-orgasm bliss and she ran her hand through her hair again. She kicked off her shoes, not wanting to bother anymore and briefly debated returning the favor.

It took about two seconds for Rosalind to decide if he wanted the favor returned, he’d have to take it for himself. She supposed the game was back on and she walked around Antonin, sitting down in her chair again. “No, no,” she murmured, her eyes on the back of his head. “Thank you.”

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You're the crazy one. || Harry and Dr. Harcourt

Fri, 13 Apr 2012 00:26:58 -0400

attainmysuccession:

Harry couldn’t help but mutter some sort of disagreement to any mention of her so called understanding. It was so easy. So easy to deny that she grasped anything that he had said. It was much simpler to just say, “You don’t understand, you never will.” than to say, “Yeah, you get me.” It was much less of a promise to confide in a person when you keep them at bay of full comprehension. Or rather to keep yourself reassured that you never really confided in anyone. Either way it was a lie. He again went through the process of addressing her new inquiries.

“I do indeed, Doctor. I live by comparison.” Harry stated in a manner too nonchalant to flow with the conversation. “I can’t help it. I see myself in a degraded manner because of it, but I can’t stop. The judgement, the antagonizations. Even when they seldom come from someone else, they inevitably come from me twice as harsh.”

“I cherish Hermione as one of my wonderfully close companions, don’t get me wrong. I’d say she would call me something along the lines of stubborn, frustrating, and confusing.” Smirk. Frown. “You never know when someone will walk away. I choose not to blind myself with possibly misconstrued affection that will attempt to convince me otherwise. She’s great, we’re friends, she does way more than expected, and I appreciate it but… I won’t hold her to be there all the time. She’ll snap, one day. S’not like I want her to, but that doesn’t mean I can’t anticipate it.” He gazed around the room, not fixing his sight on anything in particular. “I’m not paranoid.” He constituted matter-of-factly.

“I am harsh with myself and I do judge every thought and feeling. It’s not like I want to.” His bottom lip quivered. “I can’t do anything without it passing through my mind with a self-made comment alongside it. Anything. I relay it all over and over in my head. ‘You’re an idiot.’ I’d say. ‘You’re pathetic.’ You don’t know how terrible I feel right now, throughout the duration of today; every day. Every word that has come out of my mouth has had an unspoken one nearby. It’s horrific.” He gave a shudder and a repressed cry.

“I appreciate your will to aid me, I do. I really wish that you could just wave a wand and fix me. I wish it were that effortless, that simple. What if I don’t have that power? What happens then?” He answered his own question with a sob. “I’m a lost cause, Doctor. There’s really no point in saying much more.”

“But why must you compare yourself?” she implored, knowing it was inevitable for anyone really, to live a life in which they gave no thought to the person next to them in relation. Even she herself, a woman of forty-plus years, found herself making unfair comparisons of her own situation to another’s. To say she didn’t understand would be a lie, but professionally speaking, it was unfair to make assumptions. “It’s human nature, yes, but what about it is helpful?”

“No, Harry. I don’t believe you’re paranoid,” Dr. Harcourt sat back, tapping a finger against her chin. “Have you had many friends? That is I mean… true friends? Friends like Miss Granger? Or family even? Anyone who has always been there?”

Harry’s own reluctance to accept help, to accept himself, was frightening. This seemed to be the last desperate attempt of a young boy, to determine whether or not he would stay or leave the life he’d been given. She was slow in her thought, not wanting to make the wrong move, ask the wrong question. It was such a delicate thing. “Have you always felt this way? Always had such a strong sense of dislike for yourself, Harry?”

“No, Harry. No one is a lost cause. Especially not you.” Dr. Harcourt nodded firmly, trying to comfort the boy. “We are all here for a reason, and you have all the power you need, Mr. Potter.”

What is this Madness?| Dr.Harcourt and Lee

Thu, 12 Apr 2012 18:54:43 -0400

whatisariveroftruth:

“Let’s… let’s try something else, what do you say?”

“That’s fine,”said Lee. He yawned and his jaw made a slight clicking sound. He wondered where she was going with this. “Besides the problems the dreams are causing? No I haven’t been under more stress. ” Change? No, he hadn’t changed anything. In fact, he had been getting back in the swing of things which made the dreams a further nuisance. Wait, that was a change.

He woke, moved a hand towards his aching shoulder,and gasped in pain sending another jolt of it through his skull. He clamped his mouth shut. He must’ve been hit harder than he thought.He laid his head back on the pillow. This wasn’t his bed. What was he wearing? Where—?How’d he even get here? Williams grinned, pushed himself out of a chair, and stood at the side of Lee’s bed.“Welcome back.You alright?”

Lee pantomimed writing something. Williams dug through his pockets, but he didn’t have a pen. He pulled out his cell phone and handed it to Lee. Ugh.He hated texting: Where’s Rosalie? Williams squinted at the tiny screen.

“Lee…” he began hesitantly.”She didn’t…Er. That was years ago.”

“Dislocated my jaw,”said Lee. She didn’t need to know the circumstances. “I couldn’t talk for a while.That’s different.”

“No stress,” she murmured, going through her mental checklist. “No changes,” she checked another imaginary box. She watched Benjamin with interest, half the time he seemed to be thinking of other things, remembering maybe? Dr. Harcourt tapped her finger against her knee as she tried to formulate some sort of plan. She didn’t really seem to be getting anywhere, nor did Mr. Brook seem more interested in speaking to her.

“Dislocated your jaw?” she nodded slowly. “When did that happen in relation to these dreams? Sometimes physical pain causes our brains to react in odd ways, especially when chemicals are involved. You know, medications, anesthesia, that sort of thing.”

It's like I'm losing my mind || Hartonin

Thu, 12 Apr 2012 18:47:01 -0400

dolohovtheweapon:

Antonin worked harder and faster, tongue and fingers moving in unison and sometimes not, keeping her surprised and constantly working. His fingers were moving fast and he pulled back, sinking his teeth into her thigh again. He kissed back up and sucked her clit into his mouth, keeping as much pressure on it as he could, trying to bring her off at least once before she asked him to do anything else or he changed his mind took the control that he was used to.

She was writhing against her desk, the smooth wood slipping against her ass as she moved. Her moans grew louder and she knew she was close. She was close… close to letting a patient get her off… on her own desk. Malpractice. Rosalind let out a groan, canting her hips toward Antonin’s mouth, giving in. Her back arched sharply as she came, wordless moans floating through her quiet office. Her breathing was harsh as she let her weight rest on her hands, head thrown back in pleasure.

“Christ,” she bit out, bringing one hand to push her hair from her face. “Jesus Christ.”

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It's like I'm losing my mind || Hartonin

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 22:03:32 -0400

dolohovtheweapon:

At her command, Antonin quickly pulled his mouth away from her to sink his teeth hard into her thigh again, while his fingers picked up where his tongue let off. Antonin was a somewhat selfish man, but there was nothing like bringing someone else off, seeing them come apart due to his own attention.

He kissed back to her core, slipping his tongue in with his fingers for a moment before moving back up to her clit. He felt her press her fingers deep into his hair and he smirked, staying where he was and giving her all the attention he could.

Rosalind moaned loudly as she felt his teeth, and briefly wondered if he’d bite hard enough to draw blood. She watched, giving a soft sigh of contentment as she saw the reddened flesh of her thigh. She gave up a little bit, allowing herself to relax further against the wood of her desk. She looked to the door for a moment, hoping there weren’t any surprise patients sitting in her waiting room… they were getting an earful.

It had been too long since she’d been spread out on her desk, she’d almost forgotten the feel of the cool wood beneath her and whomever between her legs. She looked down at Antonin, giving another soft moan as he brought her closer.

What is this Madness?| Dr.Harcourt and Lee

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 21:02:37 -0400

whatisariveroftruth:

Why did people say that? The only person who ought to apologize would never apologize to him. The words coming from anyone else were meaningless. It was simply something people said. One of those annoying little phrases that were generic and boring.It didn’t help him—it helped them think they had done their duty by acknowledging his pain. He didn’t need that. He knew it was there.He wasn’t trying to get rid of what he deserved to feel.

“…would you tell me about her?”

“She didn’t like applesauce. Or tapioca.She liked strawberry soy milk. When she lied, there was this certain way she pursed her lips. And she was a terrible liar.” Not like me. Lee shifted in his chair again.He looked at Dr. Harcourt. “I don’t know what you want me to say.I don’t know what I want to say.She can’t throw popcorn at me or put her muddy boots on my coffee table or tell me what rubbish thing she had to do at work today.She’s not here.She’s gone.And it’s my fault.She’s been gone for two years. I don’t know why all of this is happening. I wasn’t having stupid dreams, then. And I don’t want them now.Is this completely necessary?”

If it wasn’t he didn’t want to do that either. She didn’t have any problems anymore. He did. He was here. Though, he was starting to regret coming to this ‘here’ in particular.

Dr. Harcourt felt the gears turning in her own brain as she listened to Benjamin. She’d seen patients with severe dreams before, dreams about alternate realities, loved ones, apocalyptic endings. These dreams were brought on by any number of things and nine times out of ten she was able to figure out what those reasons were.

“Let’s… let’s try something else, what do you say?” Dr. Harcourt suggested. She could sense this was quickly becoming something Mr. Brook would walk away from if she pushed too hard right away. “Have you been under more stress than usual? Has there been a significant change in your life recently?”

“Our dreams can explain things we haven’t even thought of for ourselves yet…” She knew she wasn’t going to be able to give any absolute answers yet, nor did she think the answers would be what Benjamin wanted to hear. He seemed fragile in his own way, maybe in denial somewhere and she wasn’t going to push just yet.

It's like I'm losing my mind || Hartonin

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 20:29:21 -0400

dolohovtheweapon:

Antonin grinned and nodded slowly up at her. He let his fingers move slowly inside her while he went back, nibbling on her thigh again. He bit down on the same spot, knowing whenever she walked or moved, the good doctor would be able to feel it, remember what he’d done.

He slowly moved from her thigh back to between her legs. He lifted on leg over his shoulder, her stiletto clad food touching his back and he really got to work. His fingers moved slowly inside her while his tongue was focused on her clit.

Rosalind groaned, bracing herself against the desk. She felt his teeth so deliciously deep in the flesh of her thigh but she craved more. “Bite harder,” she found her voice again, low and breathless. She moved her hips forward the slightest bit, his fingers moving deeper and she moaned.

She nearly fell off balance as he lifted her leg and she shifted quickly against the desk. She felt the heel of her shoe sink further into the carpet and she clutched the edge of the desk tightly with both hands. The doctor heard a whimper and it wasn’t until a minute later she realized the sound had come from her own mouth as Antonin’s tongue brought her closer and closer. Her breathing was harsh, ragged and she ran her hand through his hair, holding his head in place.

It's like I'm losing my mind || Hartonin

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 15:01:05 -0400

dolohovtheweapon:

Antonin grinned against her and moved closer. He gripped her hips and let his tongue do everything, not stopping. He heard the noise she made, the pleased sound and he knew he was doing something right.

After a few minutes, he pulled back, looking up at her. He bit lightly into the flesh of her thigh before licking over it and smiling. “What next Ma’am? Or is this good?” Antonin lightly dragged his fingers up and down her thighs before bringing one hand between her legs and slipping two fingers back inside her.

She let one of her hands drop behind her on the desk, supporting herself. She moved her other hand to his hair, grabbing a fistful with a soft groan. Rosalind watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, “Christ.”

When he looked up at her, she gave a somewhat forceful tug at his hair but couldn’t suppress the shiver as he bit her thigh. She was distracted as Antonin’s fingers moved along her thighs and she let out a moan when his fingers were inside her again. “That’s…” she took a steadying breath, “That’s fine.”

It's like I'm losing my mind || Hartonin

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 14:05:02 -0400

dolohovtheweapon:

Antonin watched every move she made, unable to help himself. They were too deep to go anywhere else but forward and Antonin was slowly realizing that he wasn’t going to. His whole body was tense, on edge and she was bringing him closer and closer.

When she stepped back to slide her underwear off, that slow smirk spread back over his face. He knew he was supposed to be the submissive one, the one waiting on her, but sometimes changing the game plan was better. He quickly grabbed her hips and spun her around, settling her back against the desk and he dropped to his knees and licked her slowly.

She wondered, as she stood, how far things would really go. Was she trying to prove a point? Was he trying to prove a point? Although, it did seem quite obvious where things were going, there wasn’t exactly any point to walk away anymore, the line had been crossed.

Rosalind saw his smirk, and she stood her ground before him clad only in her stilettos. She let out a cry of surprise when he grabbed her, and she was pushed against the desk before she had realized what had happened. She watched as Antonin moved to his knees and she let out a soft noise of approval. She felt his tongue and she moaned, unable to control herself.

It's like I'm losing my mind || Hartonin

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 23:10:20 -0400

dolohovtheweapon:

Antonin dug his fingers into the desk again, grounding himself as she moved up and down over his cock. When she pulled off and sunk her teeth into his thigh, Antonin groaned again, head sinking to his chest as he looked down at her. He watched her carefully and quickly slip off her bra and he smiled a bit.

He somehow managed to keep his hips connected to the desk as she sunk herself back down onto him and her fingers pressed against the bite. He took a few slow, deep breaths, trying to stay calm as she kept moving.

Rosalind slowed her movements again, reveling in the sensation of him deep within her mouth. She allowed herself to enjoy his stillness, but she could feel the tension in his muscles as he tried to stay still. It had been so long since her office had been used for anything other than official business and if it hadn’t been her ex-husband, she probably wouldn’t remember with whom she’d shared her last office tryst.

She pulled back again, hooking her fingers in the waistband of her underwear and sliding them off her hips. She slowly pushed them down her thighs, letting them fall to the floor and she kicked them aside with the toe of her stiletto.

It's like I'm losing my mind || Hartonin

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 18:01:07 -0400

dolohovtheweapon:

Antonin groaned softly, his fingers once again finding the wood of her desk and curling around it. She was good at this and Antonin smirked, thinking about how much practice she’d had and wondering if she’d ever had any here, in her office, like this. He smirked a bit when she looked up at him, seeing the frustration in her face and feeling a deep sense of satisfaction.

She moved slowly, constantly, and it was perfect. He let his head tip back to enjoy it and kept his hips still, wondering what she’d want next from him and when it would come.

Rosalind smirked every time she heard a groan from above her. She knew he wouldn’t be able to stay quiet for long. She looked at him for a moment, his face always opposite of her own. She leaned in again, her teeth sinking into the pale flesh of his thigh once again as her hand moved the slightest bit faster.

She reached behind herself with her free hand, flicking open the clasp of her bra with practiced ease. She felt the straps slipping down her arms and pulled back to let the garment drop to the floor. She leaned in again, slowly sliding her mouth down over his length again, her thumb moving back and forth against the bite mark on his thigh.

It's like I'm losing my mind || Hartonin

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 10:04:55 -0400

dolohovtheweapon:

Antonin arched an eyebrow and kept his face unmoving as she sunk her teeth into his thigh, just inches away from the scar. It hurt, burned, but he said nothing, not wanting to give her any sort of satisfaction.

He was glad though that she didn’t push the topic and instead moved onto other things, namely licking up his length. He bit into his bottom lip and held back a groan. But Dr. Harcourt was wrong, he wore no scars with pride. Scars were weakness, showing where you’d let your guard down or gotten too comfortable.

She moved her mouth slowly along his length, her eyes closing as she ran her hands along his thighs. She smirked inwardly as she took him deeper, her nails digging into his flesh. She let her tongue brush against the underside of his shaft as she pulled back, looking up at his face. She smirked, her eyes at his lips, simultaneously pleased and frustrated.

One hand moved to his cock again, stroking him slowly, her movements torturously slow. She watched the younger man, half wanting to demand he fuck her, but also knowing that’s when things might change. Would he deny her? Leave her to deal with the growing heat between her legs, alone, just to prove a point.

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 02:44:02 -0400

It's like I'm losing my mind || Hartonin

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 02:43:36 -0400

dolohovtheweapon:

Antonin watched her face, not moving from her eyes, even as her fingers touched him. His breathing was calm and his body relaxed. “My rules? I’m not the one making the rules Ma’am.”

He smirked a bit, watching as she bent down, getting closer to him. When she nipped at his thigh, he smiled. But his smile slowly faded when he saw her looking over at his scar. It still bothered him, still lingered in the back of his mind. She stared up at him and he saw the question in her eyes. “What?”

“You may not be making them, but you’re breaking them all the same,” she sunk her teeth further into his thigh. She smiled, looking at the angry red mark her teeth had left on his skin.

Antonin surprised her when he spoke and she shook her head slowly, “I won’t bother asking. I’m sure I’m not interested and I’m also quite sure,” she gave the tip of his cock an experimental lick. “That you wouldn’t tell. Because I’m also quite sure you’d wear any real battle scars with some sort of pride.” She took him in her mouth then, more than finished with any further conversation.

It's like I'm losing my mind || Hartonin

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 15:28:00 -0400

dolohovtheweapon:

Antonin moved with her, sitting back against the desk. He smirked, his mind briefly going to Narcissa and their own use of a desk. He watched her give him a once over and knew she appreciated what she saw. And why wouldn’t she be?

Arching an eyebrow, he looked up at her. The doctor’s hands were on his thigh and moving closer to his leg. The stitches had been taken out just a few days prior and the puckered scar was still slightly sensitive. He didn’t let it show, but he smirked when she said to start simply. Antonin rested his hands back against the desk and looked at her. “Of course Ma’am. Whatever you want.”

She kept her eyes on his as the back of her hand brushed against his cock. She smirked then, stepping closer, “I do believe I’ll play by your rules.” Rosalind wrapped one hand around him, feeling him hard in her hand. She raised her eyebrows, daring him to protest as she bent at the waist.

She nipped at his thigh, mimicking Antonin’s earlier actions as she stroked him. She noticed the scar on his thigh and she raised her eyebrows but said nothing. Rosalind looked up at Antonin again, as she pulled back slightly.

It's like I'm losing my mind || Hartonin

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 14:50:59 -0400

dolohovtheweapon:

Antonin managed to keep the groan back in his throat as she sucked and licked at his fingers. He was hard, and growing harder. Just cause he was cool and calm didn’t mean that he wasn’t excited by what she was doing and his body was reacting naturally.

He kept his gaze on her face as she stood and didn’t move when she walked around him, simply smirking as she did so. When she laid her hands on his chest, he looked down at them before looking back up at her. With another smirk and a raised eyebrow, he smiled. “And how would you like me to do that Ma’am?”

Rosalind smirked, knowing he was somewhat affected and she briefly entertained the thought of replacing his fingers with more substantial parts of his anatomy. But decided to wait a bit longer, all in good time.

She pushed him against the desk, standing between his legs as she crossed her arms over her chest. She shrugged, “Any number of ways.” Rosalind let her hands rest on his thighs, her nails brushing against his skin as she stared at him. “But let’s start simply,” she smirked, her hands moving up his thighs.