A/N by deliciousflowerfire: OK, this fic, from this point in time on, is going to be co-written with Raafling.
Raafling (indicated as R. in chapter headings in this fic) has a profile on A O3. She is a great person, friendly, very beautiful and she writes, imho, very well! I will mark very clearly where I write and where she writes, but since it is going to be in chapters per person, and she prefers the present tense, I think it will be pretty clear who is writing! - And by the way, we both like reviews! ;-) -
A/N 2 : Rowling owns HP, we just play ;-) This also applies to chapter one and the rest of the fic ofcourse.
Chapter 2 of Hybridatentia - by RAAFLING:
The cool air hitting her dripping cunt should soothe the fire building in her, but instead the sensation only serves to fan the flames higher and higher. A small, detached part of her is horrified at the way she keens and spreads herself for Luna, but the larger part of her needs this, needs Luna's hands on her, her lips, her tongue, her teeth...
She remembers feeling fuzzy and confused right after the potion hit her, but with every breath she takes she can feel her intent crystallise in her mind even as warm tingles start to spread from the path the potion took as she accidentally swallowed it down. She needs Luna, needs her more than she thinks she ever needed anything else. Thankfully the blonde is right there with her, mouthing at her thighs and then higher, flashes of teeth and tongue too short to register as satisfaction but serving very well indeed to tighten a coil of tension deep in her belly until finally her mouth is on her cunt and all the breath is punched from her lungs.
Luna's tongue is hot and sure as she licks her soaking pussy, trailing through her folds almost gently before moving up and pressing against her clit with a spike of pleasure. Hermione thinks she must have screamed, because her throat feels raw as she pants and moans at the sensations. Luna's mouth is like a firebrand right where she needs it most, but while the hot pressure and slick drag of her tongue on her clit is better than anything she has ever felt, it is also too much to process all at once, and a sob wrenches itself from her throat before she can stop it. She almost cries out again when the mouth suddenly leaves her, but then Luna is right there in her space, braced between her trembling legs and pressing distracting kisses against her throat.
"Hey," she says softly, a hand coming up to cup Hermione's face. "Hey, look at me, darling, be here with me." The pressure of her hand is gentle but insistent, and Hermione can't even imagine resisting it. She turns where Luna wants her to, facing the other girl and looking into her silvery grey eyes. Her hand is still on her face, thumb tracing circles that are probably meant to be soothing, but really really aren't.
"I.. I'm sorry," she brings out, "It's just.. It's so much... I'm so hot..." Her cheeks are as hot as the rest of her and when she blinks she is not really surprised to feel tears clinging to her eyelashes. "I can't... think, I just need to... Need to..." Luna is still standing between her legs, her hands soothing over her skin and every part of Hermione yearns to pull her even closer. But underneath it all her mind is still working furiously through the haze of heat. The smartest witch of this generation shakes her head and works hard to think through the fog.
"Luna," the name comes out on a sigh, "There was... the potion? This is... It's not real?" Even as she is talking her legs tangle around the blonde's waist to pull her in, hips stuttering slightly, desperate for friction but finding only air.
"Most things aren't real, Hermione, until we tell them they are." Luna says, the light tone of her voice at odds with the firm way her hand is now cradling Hermione's face. "You said you needed me, do you need me?"
"Yes," she says immediately.
"And do you want me?"
Hermione moans at the heat in those words, but she doesn't answer immediately. This is what had been nagging at the back of her mind, tugging on her heart even as her body longed for more. She had never thought about Luna like this before, never had... Or did she? Studying with Luna at the library, distracted by the way her hair lit up like a fuzzy halo around her face. Watching her lips as she sucks and nibbles on the end of a sugar quill. The brief surge of annoyance as Harry showed up with her at that dreadful Christmas party (why did she have to come with him). Hermione, alone, in her bed, late at night pretending those were someone else's hands between her legs- slender, soft hands.
"I want you," she breathes, the truth of it thrown into crystal clarity by the potion burning deep within her. The fire within her flares up again, this time without the edge of uncertainty.
"Good," Luna says, only a hint of a tremble in her voice. She seems more composed than Hermione on the surface, but her pupils are blown just as wide and her hands never quite stopped touching the brunette spread out beneath her.
Hermione arches into the touch, pleasure radiating out from where skin meets skin. She doesn't know whether it is the potion burning fiercer within her, or the knowledge that she really does want this, but the sensations are even more intense than before. Luna's hands, a cool contrast to her heated skin, trace over her body, every touch sending a spike of need to where she was already hot and needy between her legs.
"Stop teasing," Hermione pants, shifting her hips to try and get some friction where she wants it most, but Luna just smiles one of her impossible smiles and if anything seems to slow down even more. Hermione holds her breath as her hands trail up her sides, over her torso and then slowly over her breasts until those elegant fingers finally brush her nipples.
She moans and lets her head drop back on the desk, and the look of her finally seems to shift something in Luna as well as her touches become more urgent. At first she just rolls her nipples between her fingers, but then she increases the pressure bit by bit, pinching and twisting until Hermione is arching her back again, not sure if she's trying to get closer or further away from the sensation. Her whole world narrows down to the pleasure-pain of it, the smooth hardness of the desk under her back, the heat gathering between her legs.
And then there is the wet heat of Luna's mouth, on her breast, her clavicle her throat. Hermione grasps at her, pulls her close and gasps as she can feel teeth closing on the sensitive skin of her neck. Luna bites down hard, but Hermione's shout is one of pleasure over pain, and it does not leave her enough breath to shout out again when there is finally a slim-fingered hand right where she needs it most. Her moan comes out as a breathy gasp as Luna sets a punishing pace, thumb drawing tight little circles over her clit until her legs are trembling from the force of the heated tremors racing through her body.
It never felt like this before, and she's not sure whether that is because of the potion she ingested or because it's Luna who's sliding in one, then two fingers. The burn of the stretch is almost painful, but apparently that's exactly what she needs because she is bucking into is, still gasping and moaning into Luna's neck, arms slung over her shoulders to hug her in close. Hermione can't feel exactly what the other is doing, but she can feel it's working as the fire in her belly is stoked up higher and higher with every stroke and thrust of her fingers. There's more than two now- there have to be- and after every thrust the stretch of it is followed up by a delightful pressure that's unlike anything she ever felt before as Luna curls her fingers just right before pulling back out and repeating the motion.
All Hermione can do is hang on, whimpering and panting in Luna's ear as she drives in again and again, winding up a coil of tension right at the centre of her with every motion. Her hips hitch in desperate little motions, and Luna is right there with her, meeting her with every thrust of her fingers. Right when Hermione thinks that she can climb no higher, can burn no brighter, Luna's thumb is right back on her clit, sliding wet and slick over the tight little bundle of nerves with every stroke of fingers within her. The sensations jolting through her body are too much, and then they are not enough, and then she can feel herself tensing and tensing and tensing until something within her hits a cliff and everything that has been building inside of her suddenly lets go and Hermione goes, gasping and shaking, over the edge into release.
She doesn't know how loud she is, but she can feel the moans tumble from her as she shakes apart, hand clutching at Luna's hand to keep her still even as she grinds her hips in sharp little hitches to draw out the waves of pleasure coursing through her. Luna moves her thumb again and it's too much- way too much- and yet she can't bring herself to move away, only cry out as another shiver racks her body. Luna keeps working her over until Hermione has to push her away because she's all wrung out, in the best of ways.
"By Merlin, Hermione, you are gorgeous," Luna has a wicked gleam in her eyes as she leans back. Hermione can feel some of the heat of the potion slip out of her now that its purpose is fulfilled, but the new warmth she feels for Luna is still there, still real.
"Give me a moment," she says, still catching her breath, "and I'll find a way to thank you properly." Yes, it's very good that that door is spelled closed, because they're only getting out of there after Hermione has sated her- admittedly impressive- curiosity. Not that Luna seems to mind...
