A/N – Road trips feed imagination apparently. Especially ones up to southern Oregon to go see Ma. 5 hours each way gives me a lot of time to type on my phone. So here is the oneshot I wrote on my way north.
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Hermione's back arched powerfully off the bed, nearly throwing her lover to the floor. She wailed with the crashing waves of her fourth earth shattering orgasm of the night. She couldn't move, couldn't think, could only exist in the sea of pleasure she was drowning in. She had heard stories about her lover being excellent at this, but this was far beyond anything she could have ever dreamed of.
The older woman latched onto a pert nipple and bit down gently, enjoying the squirming and thrashing beneath her. She drove her fingers roughly into the tight, wet heat between Hermione's thighs. Sliding slowly up the lithe body she had pinned to the bed, she dragged her teeth across a collarbone and listened to the whimpers that came from the completely incoherent woman.
Hermione could feel another orgasm building inside her. She knew instinctively that she couldn't handle a fifth one. Her lover had played her body expertly. This would be her undoing. She closed her eyes and let the waves take her to another plane of existence where the only sensation was the pleasure radiating from her core.
The older witch looked down at her unconscious lover and grinned. She hadn't neglected herself all night. She had brought herself over that peak several times on Hermione's thigh she tenderly brushed a curly, damp lock of hair away from her face. She knew she was quickly falling in love with the young woman. She also knew the brunette thought she took this as just a casual affair, no strings attached. That wasn't true at all. She sat back against the head board and pulled Hermione's head into her lap. She stroked through chestnut curls waiting for chocolate eyes to open.
Hermione came to, slowly. She blinked her eyes open and looked up into the smiling eyes of her lover. She grinned, sat up, and kissed her. Slowly, tenderly, trying to convey all the emotion she felt into one move. She wanted the older woman to know how much she loved her, needed her.
Returning the kiss just as voraciously, she slid her hands into the younger woman's hair to grip tightly. Pulling away panting, she leaned her forehead against Hermione's "Gods, I love you!" she whispered vehemently.
The smile she received in return could have lit up all of Hogwarts and Hogsmead both with some light to spare. Happiness suffused the elegant features at the knowledge that this wasn't just some passing fancy. It wasn't just something to do until she found better. The giddy feeling that welled up inside her couldn't be contained. "I love you too. Gods, Ro, I love you too!"
Rolanda Hooch slid down onto the bed and pulled Hermione close, under her arm with her head on her chest and chestnut hair spread across her breasts. She pressed small kisses into the curls and whispered, "Much more than some casual affair. I'm never leaving you."
Hermione simply smiled and burrowed deeper into her Ro and the blankets before dropping off into a deep, sated sleep.
