Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm only putting them in scenarios I wish would happen. Spell checked through. Sorry for my tenses being a bit wacky, they don't behave nicely.
Also, not for the children. Be warned: It's my first attempt at pure Fleur/Hermione lemony smutty goodness; done with tact imo.
The first time Fleur kissed Hermione it was a Friday evening when the weather was just hot enough to make one perspire. Her breath smelled of friewhiskey as she took Hermione across the dance floor, lights dim and breasts pushed against each other. Hermione's face was flushed with embarrassment: Fleur made her feel hot and heavy. Fleur's breath was husky against her ear and it shot shivers through Hermione's body.
"Have you ever been with a woman, Hermione?"
When they disappeared in a puff of smoke she wasn't looking back.
As Hermione would come to find out, Fleur was no passive lover. She was dominant and forceful, impatient and vocal. Clothes seemed to fly off and Hermione didn't have a moment to reflect on her one sided nudity when Fleur was already kissing her, fingers tracing around flush nipples. With what seemed as only a nip and a bite, she had already left Hermione panting and wet. Later, those perfectly manicured fingernails were raking down her back: she knew they'd leave an angry mark in the morning, but she was far too preoccupied at the moment to care.
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The next time Fleur kissed Hermione, she tasted of chocolate liquor and peppermint. Kisses seared across Hermione's neck as she was pressed against the door; Fleur thrust her thigh between Hermione's leg and she let out a gasp shes sure they heard in the next room over. They were both sweating now, Fleur's hair sticking to the sides of her face as her fingers made deft work of Hermione's jeans. But Hermione's prepared this time and it's she who digs her nails into Fleur's back as she climaxes hard against Fleur's hand, wide eyed and toes curling.
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When Fleur found Hermione in the kitchen, she tasted of coffee and strawberry jam. Hermione doesn't know how quickly things have turned around, in her mind, she was supposed to be the seducer this time, but she finds herself on the kitchen table legs splayed and panties quickly coming off with a growl. Fleur thrust a hand down her own pants, fingers working furiously against herself as her mouth made its way up Hermione's thighs and finally onto her cunt. Fleur's experienced tongue made quick work of Hermione, her hips bucking up, begging against Fleur's mouth, and halfway through shuddering, pressing her tongue harder against Hermione, as Fleur's own orgasm overcame her. The sight alone is enough for Hermione who comes with her head thrown back and hips flailing hard against Fleur's mouth.
When Fleur kissed her, Hermione tasted herself on Fleur's lips as she felt the smile pulling on the other woman's mouth.
"Delicious, no?"