AN: "Wrong but it's right" part 2.
The hot water pounded her skin as Hermione stood under the shower, her skin flushed from both the heat and what a certain redhead was doing. Kneeling in front of her, Charlie Weasley's head was buried between her thighs, his tongue teasing parts of her that no other man had ever touched, let alone licked, kissed, sucked... done whatever it was he was doing that felt so good.
She hadn't wanted to let him do this - being too self-conscious and considering that part of herself as "dirty". He'd managed to get his own way, as usual, by simply waiting until her lust and hormones had taken over.
They'd spent the night in her flat, on a secluded street not far from Diagon Alley. A night of passion, there was no other way to describe it.
"I'm going to make you scream my name, Hermione Granger. I'm going to give you a night you'll never forget."
He'd been as good as his word. Losing count after the third or fourth climax, she'd called out his name, fingers clutching the sheets on her bed as he thrust into her from behind, both of them breathing heavily, gasping unintelligible sounds. For a few minutes, they lay together on the bed in a tangle of limbs, bodies entwined, unwilling and unable to move apart. Her head rested on his chest, fingertips lightly exploring his collection of scars. She had more than a few of her own, but his had been caused by dragons, and were therefore much more interesting, or so she thought.
"Ugh, I need a shower." Shifting slightly in his arms, Hermione noticed the sticky, sweaty state of her skin for the first time.
"So do I, now you mention it. Come on, then." Standing up, he scooped her up into his arms, not straining in the slightest, and carried her into the adjoining bathroom.
"But Charlie, we can't..."
"Can't what? No such word, Hermione." She sat on the edge of the bath as he fiddled with the shower's controls, increasing the water temperature. Her hands instinctively crept up to cover her breasts, embarrassment and self-consciousness taking over in the bright lights of the bathroom. In the bedroom, with much dimmer lighting, it hadn't been a problem. Turning back to her, Charlie shook his head.
"Don't hide, love, I've seen it all before." Taking her hands in his own, he pulled her to her feet, guiding her into the shower. Gentle hands washed her hair, and she felt herself relax under his touch. She didn't stop him when his hands drifted down her back, pulling her close. She didn't protest when he kissed her, his tongue parting her lips and sliding against her own. A sigh escaped her mouth when his fingers stroked between her legs, and she leaned against the wall, sure she was going to lose her balance if he kept this up. At the first touch of his lips to her most intimate area, her eyes opened wide and a low, husky moan was heard. It took a few moments until she realised she was the one who had made the noise.
"Charlie... don't... it's not..."
"Hermione, do you trust me?" She nodded, unable to speak, barely able to meet his eyes once she'd seen him kneeling in front of her, causing tingles to run up her spine. "Then just relax and enjoy it. There's nothing wrong about this, or anything else we've done."
To begin with, she closed her eyes and tried to allow herself to simply feel, rather than analysing everything, as was her habit. Before long, though, she couldn't help watching him, unable to ignore how the sight of him had made her feel. Her hands caressed his hair, wrapping strands of it around her fingers. His hands were on her hips, firm but not forceful, holding her up as her legs began to shake.
"Charlie... oh.." He was relentless, driving her over the edge again and again. Just as she thought she couldn't take any more, he slowed, stopped, allowed her to sink to the ground. She couldn't have stayed standing if she'd tried - she felt as though all her bones had melted into a puddle. Turning off the water, he held her in his arms, smiling.
"Wasn't so bad after all, was it?" She shook her head, not sure she was capable of speaking coherently yet. As far as she was concerned, anything feeling that good couldn't possibly be wrong. Charlie Weasley could do anything he liked to her - she wasn't going to stop him, not after that.