The Morning After
Dedicated to my wonderful husband.
Hermione sighed quietly, her entire body hurt, but in such a good way. She opened her eyes and studied the gorgeous man still sleeping beside her. She couldn't help but smile as she remembered the night before. George had taken her on a picnic in the park near his home and they ended up there afterwards. She traced his muscular chest as she remembered their lovemaking. It had been their first time together, after months of anticipation. It hadn't started well, which was her fault; she had tripped and shoved him hard into the wall. Then, in the space of about one hour, he managed to pull her hair. Not the good kind of hair tugging either, the painful kind where it kept getting stuck under his elbows or armpits or where the hell ever and yanking out from the root. He elbowed her in the head once, pinched her twice, and kneed her. She even managed to knee him in the thigh, way too close to the area that would've put an end to their fun/pain fest. And then to end it, she had gripped the mattress so tightly, that it felt like someone had taken a hammer to her knuckles. All in all, the morning after, she felt amazing.
