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Luciana Llewellyn/Terence Higgs - "D is for Dangerous" by Allison Iraheta
When you went with someone like Terence Higgs, you knew you were playing with fire. It was no secret that he had a penchant for fooling around with the opposite sex, regardless of the consequences. Fans, teammates, arch rivals, the press -- he'd been there, shagged that and done so multiple times.

She'd been told there was no way he'd be faithful. She'd been told he'd just use her. She'd been told that he probably had an illegitimate child or two floating around. But Luciana ignored it all because Terence -- Terry was intoxicating. He was exciting and stubborn and so many other things that either thrilled her or completely pissed her off.

He was dangerous. That's what Sadie had told her. He was a media upheaval waiting to happen. But she didn't care. He didn't care. And she kind of loved the fact that neither one of them cared what the others would say.

"Oy! Oy!" Terry howled when she clawed at the muscles of his bare back. "Leave some meat on the bone, would you, love?"

Luciana smirked into his shoulder as he continued to press her up against the locker room wall. "I don't want you to drop me," she explained.

Terry pulled back with a bewildered look, which kissed off of his face. She dropped her forehead to his and tightened the grip her thighs had on his waist. Terry's breath was warm on her face as he searched her eyes. "You're a featherweight," he replied as he reached up her skirt to push her knickers to one side.

Luciana moaned softly as his fingers brushed her hot, wet sensitive skin. "Shut up, Terence."

"It's--" he began testily.

"I know," she cut him off, knowing he hated his full name. Her blond head fell back against the tiled wall when she gasped as he pushed into her fast and deep.

They were both reduced to groaning and pawing as he shagged her into wall. Luciana gripped his hair tightly as he buried mouth into her blouse. She felt like her skin was burning from the blood rushing here and there as he concentrated on getting her off.

Gods, she didn't care what others would say if they saw her, now. Dangerous was a bloody good at shagging, even if it was in a drippy and smelly Quidditch locker room.