Dinner and a Show

Excitement bubbled like champagne in Hope's chest as she stood in front of the mirror, smiling at herself. At the same time, she removed the heated rolls from her hair that gave her hair a glossy flip of body.

She'd spent the day caring for the creatures, but when all tasks were complete, she returned and scrubbed the grime away from her body with anticipation. They'd be going out to dinner tonight, and seeing more people and having more experiences elated her with giddiness.

Hope leaned closer to the mirror and looked her features over. She didn't have makeup like the women in New York had been sporting. What might she look like with ruby-red lips?

"You look…spectacular." Newt's voice came from behind her.

Turning, she grinned and gave a little curtsy. She wore a black dress gem encrusted dress with frills and layers that only came to life when she spun. If he liked this, she couldn't wait to see what he thought of her ball gown for Valentine's Day.

"Thank you," she looked him over with a sly smirk, "and you look dashing yourself." She giggled and moved forward as he fiddled with his tie. She straightened it for him and stroked her fingers across his shoulders. "You look… spectacular in a suit." Hope bit her lip, looking him over with hungry eyes. She couldn't wait to unwrap the package when they returned.

Albus stepped in, adjusting his own cufflinks, with a sly smile. "I must agree."

His words earned a rush of red to Newt's cheeks.

Usually, Hope's favorite color for Albus was the gray that brought out the silver in his blue eyes. Still, his midnight blue suit made her heart do a somersault.

Turning back to the mirror, she frowned a little.

"Do you think I need makeup?"

Newt tilted his head, coming up behind her to look at her reflection with her. "I suppose that depends."

"On what?" She asked. Maybe she was too pale?

"On if you want makeup."

Hope looked over at him with a slow blink and a slight smile.

Newt shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and she quickly realized he wasn't looking at her reflection. He was trying to tame his unruly curls. "You're beautiful without it, but if it would make you happy, then I don't see anything wrong with it."

Grinning, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

"What was that for?" He asked with a little chuckle.

Hope shrugged. "For being you."

Albus, who was smiling while sitting on the edge of his bed. "Makeup or no, you're not quite finished getting ready yet, Hope."

Hope looked over at him and looked down at herself. Even her shoes were laced on, all pretty- what was she missing?

"I'm not?"

Albus shook his head, patted his knee, and crooked his finger to gesture for her to come to him.

Raising a brow, she did as requested and stopped between his legs.

Chuckling, he rested his hands on her hips. "You had mentioned the other day you purchased something for fun through an Owl?"

Hope nodded slowly, warmth rising to her cheeks as she started to see where this was going.

"It gave me an idea," Albus smirked, watching her eyes widen. He pointed to the nightstand. "Open the drawer and bring me what's inside."

With narrowed eyes, Hope inched over to the drawer. Glancing at Newt, who watched with surprised anticipation in the bathroom doorway- hands in his pockets, she looked down at the drawer and pulled its handle.

Inside was…well, Hope wasn't exactly sure what it was. She picked it up, the little item curved like a teardrop, but the end had what seemed like a flat door handle.

Holding it up by her fingertips, she turned to look at him quizzically. "What is it?"

"It's based on a new Muggle invention to help women alleviate ailments." Albus smiled, his eyes glinting with delight as if it were his birthday and he'd gotten the best gift in history. "While my wand does give added benefits to our fun in the bedroom, this will let us have fun out of the bedroom."

Hope tried to take that in, watching him curiously. "When you say fun for us…"

"Oh, we'll certainly be having fun tonight. Believe me."

Nodding slowly, she eyed the smooth silver item. "What do I do with it?"

Albus patted his knee again, and skeptically curious, she walked over only for him to pull her over his lip so she was draped across his thighs. Like he often did when punishing her. Looking over her shoulder at his face, which was highly focused, he lifted her dress skirt up to rest on the small of her back.

Hope tensed in anticipation, half expecting him to swat her ass cheek. Instead, his finger delved deep into her core immediately.

With a gasp, her eyes crossed a little as he stretched her little by little with his fingers. Hope hadn't expected an orgasm before leaving, but she wasn't about to complain.

When she expected him to stroke the roof of her channel, she realized he had no intention of doing so. Instead, he just seemed to be trying to make her wet.

Too late, though. She was already soaked.

"Newt," Albus said, offering the metal piece to him, "feed this to her so it's not too cold."

"Are you-" Hope stammered. "Are you going to put it inside me?" She looked at him, seeing Albus smirk down at her, not answering. "Like…all night?"

No answer, only a silent smirk.

Hope looked up at Newt then, who, with a bitten lip, pressed the tip to her lips. She took it in, letting her saliva wet and warm it. She moaned as Albus teased a thumb across her already swollen clit.

Far too soon, Newt removed the piece from her mouth and handed it off to Albus, who pushed it deep inside her without hesitation.

Her eyes rolled back and shuddered as the device filled her nicely, not too full but enough that she could feel it. "This isn't so bad." She said as he let her stand, her dress falling back into place. She swayed her hips experimentally. "I feel it, but it's not bad."

"Oh good," Albus smiled, picked up a wand she didn't recognize as his, and offered it to Newt, "give it a little wave for her."

With furrowed brows, Newt took the wand, casting a confused glance at Albus but did as he was told. Swirling it a little in the air as he would his own wand.

Hope gasped and grabbed hold of the bedpost before she could fall over entirely. While pressed firmly against her G-spot, the thing inside her vibrated intensely. It stopped after a moment, but only because Newt waved the wand again in a panic.

With wide eyes, Hope stared at a grinning Albus.

"What…the hell…was that."

"Tonight's entertainment." Albus clipped with a shrug and a smirk, taking an identical wand out. "Two wands. One toy. I think this will be the best dinner I'll ever attend."

Oh, shit.

The ride to London was torture.

Albus was teaching Newt the wand waves that offered different vibration sequences. Tossing phrases like 'so she won't come unless you want her to.' Hope cast wide-eyed glares at Albus.

How was she supposed to get through dinner when they'd both be edging her the entire night?

By the time they arrived at Kings Cross, Hope was already a mess. It was good that she didn't wear makeup; it would have been melted off by now. They'd practiced their wand movements the whole way, and when she started reaching to pull the damn thing out, Albus had caught her wrist and said. "I guarantee you'll regret that, darling."

All hot and bothered, Hope walked into the restaurant, holding Newt's hand. Technically, she could still only be seen as his girlfriend, not between them, like a toy. Even though tonight, that's exactly what she was.

"Theseus," Newt smiled and let himself be hugged by his brother, "you've been well?"

Theseus grinned with a nod, his hand on his new wife's back. Kathleen. She was gorgeous in a model-in-Paris way with dark skin, long black hair, and deep brown eyes. "Pleasure." She smiled happily.

They made their way to their reserved table, and Hope couldn't help but look up at the ceiling and over at the music playing on a platform nearby. It was grand in a society-looking sort of way. Still, she had to admit, it didn't hold the same magical presence as Hogwarts, with or without actual magic.

Hope smiled as Newt pulled her chair out for her, and she sat down with a thank you. He sat next to her, holding her hand above the table, while Albus sat a few seats down on the other side of the table. Making it evident to the public eyes that she didn't have a close relationship with him.

After observing her water for a moment, she took a sip and listened to the easy conversation that flowed while others arrived. More members of the Ministry, she imagined. Some younger, some older. It was a table total of twelve, and there were many topics of discussion she didn't know who to listen to first.

Hope's knee slammed against the bottom of the table as a vibrating wave coursed through her, forcing a soft gasp out of her. From a quick look between Newt next to her and Albus down the way, there was no way of knowing who had given the first wave of their wand. Their expressions gave away nothing, but if she had to put her Galleons on anyone, it would be Albus.

"So, Hope." Theseus turned to look at her, as did others.

"Yeah? Yes?" She asked, grinding her teeth as she tried not to squirm her hips. She let out a sigh of relief when the vibration stopped.

Theseus smiled, none the wiser of her dilemma. "Newt mentioned you might be interested in a petition against the poachers? There are so many Dark Wizards within the rings of it, and honestly, if you would like to help, your face would be the one to draw the most attention."

"My face?" She asked in confusion.

Thesus smiled softly in apologies. "I mean, many know your story from the Daily Prophet. At least some of it. What they do know has struck a chord with them, and I think if you'd like to make a difference against the Poachers, you'd have much support from all around. Raising awareness, I'm afraid, isn't all about the work or money one puts into it but finding a spark for people to fight for. That kind of power is priceless."

"Oh," Hope nodded her understanding, "but is it not still considered a form of exploitation?"

His eyebrows rose a little.

"I just mean, instead of saying 'pity me' to an audience, I'd rather…" Hope paused; okay, maybe saying she'd rather split Poacher's skulls wasn't the best way to make friends. "I'll think about it." She smiled.

Kathleen smiled now. "Whatever you decide, know we'll support it. Yes?" She gave her husband a look that Hope could only consider scathing.

Hope glanced over at Newt, sharing a smile. Kathleen must reign Theseus in nicely.

"Yes, of course." Theseus smiled sheepishly.

Looking over at him again, she smiled. "So you're an Auror? You arrest Dark-" The vibrations started again, forcing Hope to squeak out the word, "Wizards."

"Yes, I do. Are you alright, Hope?" Theseus asked with a confused frown.

"Mm…mmhm," Hope nodded, "I'm perfectly fine…" Her jaw clenched as the vibrations grew in intensity. She didn't dare look in either of their directions, knowing it would do nothing but spur them on. It seemed the longer she didn't acknowledge what they were doing, the longer it lasted.

Oh, no. Hope could feel herself getting closer to that release, sweat visibly dewing on her chest as she took a sip of water. Was she about to come right in front of everyone? What was she supposed to do! Oh, please don't moan, she internally begged herself. Hearing no voices, only the pounding in her ears.

Then, just as she got to the point she wanted the release to hit her and her vision was blurring, the vibration stopped.

Hope snapped her head to the side, looking at Newt, discussing ideas for his new book with someone across the table. He seemed to be speaking intently, but that didn't mean he was innocent. Considering his hands were discreetly under the table.

Her gaze carefully made its way to Albus, who cast a wicked glance in her direction while speaking to another Auror. It was gone so fast that Hope wondered if she'd imagined it, but she knew she hadn't.

The dinner itself was excellent. Flavorful and tender steak made Hope's tastebuds dance, which she ordered as rare as possible. She could have licked the plate clean if not for being in public. The vibrations hadn't ceased throughout, catching her by surprise. It was like they'd wait for her to answer someone's question or take a sip of water before waving that wand of theirs.

Hope's moan for the chocolate dessert was a little too aggressive as she reached for a climax she knew she wouldn't get. Like clockwork, the vibrations stopped every time she was on the precipice of release.

"No!" She gasped, earning bewildered glances at her from across the table, her eyes wide. "No…way you managed that…" she tried to quickly recover, jumping into the conversation she hadn't been a part of.

By the time people began turning in, saying they had an early morning tomorrow, Hope was a disheveled mess. Hot slick dripped down her inner thighs, and she stared intently at her third glass of water. With her temperature rising and lowering so frequently, she'd been frantically thirsty all night. Every part of her body was so sensitive it almost hurt. The air on her bare arms itself was enough to make her want to moan at this point.

After what seemed like ages of torture, Newt was starting to stand to leave, and Hope followed suit quickly. She needed this thing out of her. Now.

They waited at the front door for Albus to bid others goodnight before he joined them, and they began walking down the sidewalk.

"Hope, you're walking a little funny…" Albus started.

"Shut the fuck up."

Newt and Albus burst into laughter.

Hope was sure her pussy was about to leave existence by the time they made their way to the station and boarded the train.

As soon as the compartment doors were closed and the train lurched forward, Hope let out a sigh of relief. She reached between her legs to grab the stupid handle.

Albus caught her wrist with a firm grasp. "Not quite yet."

Hope couldn't even manage a word of protest, only a whine that had built all through dinner.

"I can't take it anymore," she finally managed, "I'm dying."

"Do you want to come, Hope?" Albus asked, looking her over thoughtfully. As if he were studying a word problem and hadn't spent the entire night tormenting her.

"Yes!" Hope cried with desperation.

Watching from his seat, Newt bit his lip as he looked down at the play wand and then back at her.

"And how shall you address me?" Albus asked, voice low, taking hold of her chin. She had no choice but to look him in the eyes.

Hope swallowed hard., her breath shaking. "Please, sir…"

With a smirk, he looked down at her body before quickly pulling her dress up and over her head. Backing her up against the window, Hope gasped as the cold glass touched her bare skin.

Shuddering, she looked up at him. Goosebumps covered every inch of her skin.

"Newt, wave your wand. Keep it on the same frequency." Albus ordered without looking his way.

Hope's knees nearly buckled as the vibrations greeted her G-spot again. Tears filled her eyes as the overwhelming sensation of pleasure stroked through her. When she thought Albus might help her, he surprised her by sitting on the couch. His blue gaze cut through her.

"Go on then," Albus smirked, "finish yourself."

Her jaw dropped as she looked between them, her heart racing, but she didn't have to be told twice. Hope would finally get a release after a whole night of being edged.

Without another moment of hesitation, she glided her fingers through her wet folds, and the moment she brushed against her throbbing clit, she nearly saw stars.

"Open your eyes," Albus demanded.

Hope snapped them open- she hadn't realized she'd closed them. Looking back and forth at them, her fingers began slow circles against the sensitive bud. A harsh whine ripped up her throat, but she didn't stop.

She fell into sync with Newt's vibration charm, and before Hope realized she was falling over the edge, she gripped the window's ledge and let out a silent scream. The pulsating pleasure that gave her new life was so intense she'd momentarily lost her voice.

Hope still saw stars as she gazed up, realizing she was lying on the compartment floor. Her head rested in Albus' lap while he pressed that metal tip to her mouth again. Hope took it in, tasting herself with a low moan as his fingers caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly as he did.

Albus leaned down and kissed the shell of her ear before whispering. "Good girl."

His whisper was the last thing she remembered before falling under an orgasm-induced coma-like sleep.