Just a quickie that I couldn't get out of my head XD
His mouth slid hot and wet and urgent down her neck and across her shoulder only to retrace the path and take her mouth once again in an all-consuming kiss.
Hermione loved the way Scabior made her feel. With his hands and his mouth he could bring her to the brink of the most perfect ecstasy and with his words he made her heart soar into the clouds. They rolled and she was on top, straddling his hips and smiling sensually down at him, her long curls hanging over her shoulder like a soft, mahogany curtain. He sank his teeth into his lip and ran his hands up her smooth sides and down again to cup her bottom.
"Bloody hell you're beautiful," he groaned and pulled her lower body more forcefully against his own rock hard arousal. "I ain't never wanted anyone the way I want you."
They rolled together again and again, clothes thrown this way and that till finally they were as close as they could possibly be, intimate in the way man and woman were built to be. Their lovemaking swung between slow and tender and wild and almost violent.
After she lay on her side and held firmly against her lover's larger body. His warmth was her warmth, his breath was her breath. Even on the coldest nights the chill never managed to affect them as they slept together in their secret spot far out in the woods, far away from his people and hers.
They had come together from opposite sides of the war, seeking solace in a primal act forbidden to them both. Sometimes she wished she could just leave the world behind. Stay here in the forest with this man who seemed so dark and dangerous but with her showed more tenderness and passion then any man she had met before.
Held so warmly and safely in Scabior's arms she could almost believe that it were possible.
"I love you," she murmured and a single tear slid down her cheek at the utter impossibility of happiness that came with those words that should have brought just the opposite.
She gasped when he suddenly rolled her onto her back so he could look into her eyes. She'd thought he was asleep. Oh God what must he think now?
She opened her mouth to retract the words she'd kept so secret but he silenced her with a single finger pressed to her trembling lips. He shook his head and wiped away the tear with his thumb. His lips brushed hers, tentatively at first then with more ardour as he parted her thighs again and slid himself into position, eliciting a moan of pleasure from them both.
He took her with deep, slow strokes, holding her close as though he wished every part of himself to be touching her. His breath blew roughly against her throat with his face buried in her hair.
"My, Hermione," he whispered, his voice gruff. "In my mind you have been my wife now for many months.
Their gazes met and Hermione's heart beat faster at the honesty in his expression. With wide eyes and breathless voices they came together. Hermione's eyes closed at the last moment as her body warmed and trembled in climax and when she opened them again, Scabior was watching her with something close to awe.
Maybe this connection could never be in their world. But here in woods that were theirs alone, they could pretend, if only for a night.