A/N: Celebration drabble - Nevmione written for glittergrrrl05
Pink Camellia
Hermione sighs softly as calloused fingers stroke along her spine. She smiles into her pink pillow, giggling softly as she fingers curve around her hip and slide along her side, lightly scrapping over the ticklish spot just under her ribs.
"Stooop…" She mumbles as she squirms over onto her side, pinning the roaming hand between her side and the bed.
A soft, deep chuckle breaks out from just over her before warm, slightly damp lips press to her shoulder. She trembles as the tip of a tongue brushes against her skin, eliciting a soft sigh from her lips.
Those gentle lips follow the same path as his fingers, lightly grazing down the skin along her spine, the occasional brush of a tongue making goosebumps break out along her flesh.
The shift of a body beside her makes her whimper as skin slides against hers, the tickle of hair against her hips making her giggle again.
"Hush, you're ruining it." Another deep chuckle stirs the hair just behind her ear as the lean body settles just over her.
Hermione giggles again, squirming underneath him until she can roll over. A smile spreads across her face as she looks up into his dark green eyes. Dark hair sticks up and out, ruffled from their previous night in her bed, and the murky light streaming through the windows glows against his tanned skin.
"I'm sorry for ruining it, Nev. What was it exactly?" Her lips twitch as he scowls down at her.
"I was planning on seducing you for round three. Or is it four?" Neville's lips twitch though he struggles to keep the scowl on his face.
A flush spreads across her cheeks as she remembers the night before, her upper teeth sinking into her pink, kiss-swollen lower lip before she mumbles, "Fourth, I think."
He lets out a soft laugh, tilting his head down to kiss her softly.
Hermione sighs against his mouth, her hands moving up to slide up his back slowly. She wiggles again, grinning against his mouth when he groans as her breasts rub against his chest.
"You're trouble, little girl," Neville growls softly against her collarbone, nipping at the skin before laving the pink mark with his tongue.
She tilts her head back and sighs deeply as his mouth moves up to her throat as his hands wrap around her thighs, tugging her petite body into a better position for him to settle into the cradle of her hips.
"You're so sweet, like cotton candy." Neville grins and nuzzles against her throat.
Hermione snorts out a laugh, covering her face with one hand as she laughs. "Cotton candy? That's ridiculous. I probably taste like salt."
"Mmhmm. Salt and sex and me and you. Cotton candy." He raises his head to grin down at her mischievously, dark brows wiggling and making her laugh again. He tilts his head down again and kisses her mouth, her cheek, her nose, chuckling as she laughs again.
"You are so ridiculous." She sighs happily and tightens her arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him down on top of her. "Now, about round four…"
A vase of pale pink camellia rests on the bedside table, releasing a magically sweet scent into the air of the bedroom as the sun begins to rise, lighting up the room as the two on the bed entwine themselves even closer together.