Title: The Counter
Rating: M (lemons - 18+)
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters.
Summary: Bill and Hermione catch a moment alone during the full moon. How do they manage their desires and his hexed hands? Mature interlude to Shifting Tides: a tale of healing by the sea.
A/N: By request, here we go! If you haven't read shifting tides, the mind brushing won't make sense. Review and let me know if it holds up to implied reactions when Bill gets sassy with his brothers.
The Counter
Bill heard Charlie shut the door and yell for Ginny, good maybe he could take care of this problem before anyone else came in to chaperone them. He was so turned on the cold showers weren't working, so turned on it was actually painful and this cold water hitting him was not making a damn difference. Damn Greyback and damn the girl sitting just outside the curtain, this was their fault, he could smell her arousal, could feel her desire burning at the edges of his mind. He desperately needed to take care of it and with a firm hand started to stroke himself. The desire so great he was unable to stop himself from invading her privacy, peeking into that slice of her mind brushing his.
He made a strangled noise as her need hit him, how she wanted to be clutching her nails into his shoulders, pulling him tighter to where he was kissing her neck as her insides throbbed. He pulled back into his own mind, Oh Godric.
"Bill, I know what you're doing back there." She sounded angry and breathy even now. "It's not fair!"
No, if life was fair she'd be in the shower with him on her knees with her perfect little rosebud lips moving up and down, her hot little mouth tight around him. He managed words for her, his hand still furiously working. "Love, I have to. It's painful. You're welcome to do the same."
Godric, he hoped she would let him watch her touch herself one day, narrating exactly what she was thinking about. He could feel himself starting to spiral out of control when her desperately petulant, needy voice came back through the shower curtain, "I can't! I don't know how."
He paused his hand, the primal wolfish part of him flaring in anticipation. "What do you mean you don't know how?"
"I've never…well I tried it once like a book said, but I don't think I did it right." She sounded so embarrassed, mortified even, but desire was still thrumming under the current in her voice. "You have to help me if you're going to do that." A threat, "Or we can both be miserable."
She'd never had an orgasm. She didn't know how to do it, Oh Godric. Whatever shreds of control he'd been hanging onto about keeping his word not to touch her flew out the window. He grabbed down his swim trunks and tucked his aching member down and stepped out of the shower. She was sitting on the counter, breathing slightly irregular and slightly flushed. She repeated herself in desperation, "I can see what you want, but I don't know how. Show me?"
He took his own shaky breath, his hands were jinxed so he could only touch her face, hold her hands or encircle her waist. He leaned in and kissed her hard, shoving his tongue into her all to willing mouth. Her fingers clutching into his wet shoulders. He pulled away and her eyes were dark with need and he jerked his hips reflexively into hers. It stung, jolting him back to his senses. That was no good.
He glanced around the bathroom, looking for anything to help overcome the fact he couldn't touch her, only to find her tiny hands grabbing the back of his neck to pull his lips back to hers. He obliged trying to control his hips from jerking, dazed until the fire caught in his mind and he trailed kisses to her ear. "Let me show you, love."
He pulled away, turning her on the counter until she was facing the side mirror, her legs sprawled across the counter. He could see her erect nipples through the thin shirt she wore and kissed her ear again, "Give me your hands, love. I can't touch you," His voice dropped with sheer want, "but I want to show you how to please yourself."
He pressed his wet chest into her back, seeing her shaky exhale in the mirror, the trust in her needy brown eyes as she let him take her hands. He covered the small ones with his own, finger over finger and began guiding them, both of them completely focused on watching his movements in the mirror. He ran the hand he was holding up to her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, followed by the other, applying pressure to her thumb and pointer finger to squeeze her nipple. She gasped at the sensation and he did it again, using the pressure of his wrist to twist it slightly.
"How does that feel, love?" He murmured in her ear, continuing his ministrations with both hands, loving seeing her face change in the mirror, her mouth dropping into a little 'oh'. Loving feeling her desire spike through the bond they shared, spiking his own hard enough that he ground his hips into the counter at the sudden increase in her smell. She had to be sopping wet and oh how he wanted that, but today was not that day.
"Uh-uh" It seemed to be all she could manage.
"Amazing?" He helped her out as he slid one of her hands southward, his lips nibbling against her earlobe before starting to trail hot kisses along her neck, blowing cold air on them as he went to watch her shiver.
"Yes. Please, Bill." She was begging him, starting to writhe her back against his chest as he guided her hand lower and lower, twirling it. She was begging again, her voice so breathy with need he thought he might lose it himself. "Stop teasing me."
"Your wish is my command." It was a husky concession, eyes still locked on hers as he shifted her other hand to where he could guide two of her fingers down between the apex of her thighs to where she was radiating heat. She moaned and he drug them back up, applying more pressure, back down the length of her slit as her legs fell open to give them better access. He was trying to find the little button he knew was there, but couldn't feel without his own hand. She let out an even louder moan and her head fell back against his shoulder and he ground his hips into the counter again, getting impossibly harder at her noises. He pulled himself slightly more up, he wanted to feel her.
His hand abruptly stung with painful needles and he yanked it away in reflex and she made little protesting noises at the loss of sensation, causing him to use his other hand to clutch her breast and pinch her nipple hard. His own breathing becoming even more ragged at seeing her in this state, the desire flooding them both across the bond. "Clutch the side of my hand, love, I want to use your knuckles."
She did as she was told and he went back to swiping her knuckles up and down her slit, grinding them slightly, waiting for it. Her eyes abruptly shut and the moan she let out filled the entire bathroom and then some. He ground her pointer knuckle in a circle, grinding his own hips into her back, huskily, "Good spot?"
"Bill…" It was beyond begging and completely primal as her hips began to grind instinctually into her knuckles. He circled harder and applied more pressure, still grinding against her. She was coming apart at the seams before him and he'd never seen anything so completely hot as this moment. She was mumbling and moaning, flushed and completely out of control. "So tense."
"Open your eyes, love." He urged her frantically, he was going to lose it just watching her. They fluttered and she merely let out noises in an increasing frequency, "Open them or I'll stop."
He wanted to watch her, wanted her to look at him in the mirror as she went over the final edge. They flew open and he pinched her nipple, her back arching into him as ground her soaking panties and leggings even harder, ignoring the stinging of his hand. His voice rough. "Let go for me, Hermione."
She did, arching and trembling, filling the room with the noises of his masterpiece and with his own choked noise he lost his own battle simply watching her shatter. Her orgasm echoed down the edges of the shared space in his brain and his responded and as it rebounded onto her she exploded again, grinding against his hand even harder as she rode it out, her voice reaching a crescendo of pleasure.
She slumped in his arms, trembling so hard she couldn't support herself sitting up. He fluttered kisses along the side of her face, watching her reaction carefully in the mirror, her eyes were shut again. Her breathing coming in irregular gasps as he felt his own mess soaking through the swim trunks into her back. He removed his hands from hers, shaking slightly to undo her fist. One going to brush her sweaty hair from her face, the other to encircle her waist. "Better now, love?"
She turned her head slightly against his shoulder, eyes not opening, angling for a kiss. "Mmmhmm."
He kissed her ever so gently, trying to memorize every detail of the moment, pulling her closer, knowing that he would never, ever look at a bathroom counter the same. He shouldn't have done that, had his hands hexed specifically so he didn't get fresh. But oh Godric, he'd hex his own hands just to do it again. Just to see her reduced to the state of incoherent jelly, have her moan like that, get to watch her writhe for him in the mirror. He held her, coming down off his own release, unable to stop thinking about it and felt himself twitch and begin to harden again. He began to flutter kisses against her ear, murmuring endless compliments at her in a whisper, before getting slightly bolder. "You were amazing, love. Sexiest thing I've ever seen. The noises you were making."
"Made no noise." She weakly protested, turning for another shaky kiss. She was still such a trembling little mess and he'd gotten to put her in that state. Pride flared through him, nobody but him had ever seen Hermione like this and he'd make sure nobody else ever would.
He grinned to himself, kissing her lips again. "Then I'll have to try harder."
He could hear them coming up the stairs to stun him and fleetingly wished he could stall them and do it again and again. She was coming around to more coherent thoughts, her breath still deep with satisfaction and panting. "Always like that?"
"Just the beginning love, wait until I can really touch you." The wolfish side of him peeked out and when her breath hitched, he knew she could see what was running through his still filthy mind.
A/N: Reviews are always, always, cherished.