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FIC: Feat. Pair: Katie/Marcus. Bite!, by becisvolatile

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Title: Bite!
Author:

becisvolatile
Word Count: 2620 words, complete
Alternate Links to Fic: couldn't find any
Pairing: Katie Bell/Marcus Flint
Rating: R
Author's Summary: Are those& teeth marks?!
Author's Website: Bec's fic library
Why everyone should read this: This is the first of two stories from this author I'm reccing this month, although is urge you to read her other stories as well.
This is another hilarious one-shot about Katie who, after a night of too much drinking, wakes up with a bite mark on her bum. Cue a day of trying to figure what actually happened. Complete with cameos of expected and unexpected characters and, of course, a smutty end with the culprit.

Excerpt:
Deep within the Ministry of Magic in the offices for the Department of Magical Games and Sports, Katie Bell braced herself on her elbows as she bent over her colleagues table. She felt a shock of air as her skirt was pulled up and her knickers pushed aside. Silence ensued for a few minutes and all she could feel was a cold draft on her exposed behind. A muscled twitched high in her right thigh as her position grew more uncomfortable. After a few more moments of silence Katie huffed out the breath that she had been holding and twisted to look behind her.

Well?

Luna reached forward and poked at a rather tender patch of flesh, Were you savaged by a pack of Doxies? She spoke with wide eyes.

Katie snorted and turned to Hermione and Angelina in hope of a more probable suggestion. Both women tilted their heads to the left to view the raw marks on Katies behind. Angelina shrugged, Did you sit on some broken glass?

Hermione pursed her lips and leaned in closer to view the wound on Katies bottom.

Maybe it was a Nundu? offered Luna as she pulled a book from her desk and began shuffling through the pages. Or a Fire Crab&

Arent they native to Fiji? asked Angelina, Did you go to Fiji last night, Katie?

Katie huffed again, turned and smacked her forehead down onto the desk with a thud. Thats the problem! Katie cried. I dont know what I did last night! But I woke up at home this morning with a very sore arse! What is it? A rash? A burn? Curse mark?