Author: lyre_flowers on LJ / Anna Scathach on FFN
Title: Consumption
Ship(s): Hermione/Rabastan
Rating: R
Warnings/Contains: Smut.
Length: 5x100 words
Summary: When she bites at your throat, you feign surrender, and let her eager little hands undress you.
Disclaimer: Anything you might recognise is not mine, it all belongs to J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros. etc. No copyright infringement intended.
A/N: For RZZMG, who asked for Hermione/Rabastan. Hope you like where this has taken me ;)
Consumption
She shouts and screams and bites.
Her harsh voice bites you like a razor.
"I hate you," she screams, loud in the silence that is the Forest of Dean. "I hate you, you monster."
But then she comes to you willingly. She pushes you onto the ground, fiercely. And fiercely she kisses you. You respond in kind, tearing at her clothing with your hands, ripping it into shreds, pulling at her long hair.
She doesn't yield. She never does. She's always aggressive.
When she bites at your throat, you feign surrender, and let her eager little hands undress you.
Her hands are around your neck, holding on and squeezing as if your skin is the only thing tying her to the mortal realm.
She looks fiercely powerful, you think, as she writhes above you. She is all movement, all fury, all messy curls and bouncing flesh.
"Like a goddess," you gasp.
Indeed this feels sacred, as if the both of you were re-enacting an arcane pagan ritual. She is the goddess of violent fertility, nurturing and destructive force. And you are the king who surrenders to her for a moment, until you can seize her instant of weakness.
"Say my name," she demands as she moves insistently.
Flesh meets flesh. Movements coincide. Forces collide. Your bodies are your weapons, sharp and angry like the bloody gashes her fingernails leave on your shoulders, or the sting of her teeth on your hip moments ago.
"Hermione," you moan.
And she moves. It feels like fire, it is all-consuming and always addictive, although you'd be willing to bet she can burn you out. Use you, burn you like a candle to the very end. Until there's nothing left.
You know it is intrinsically wrong, but you can't stop yourself.
Her movements feel liquid upon your skin. They always have since the day you first laid eyes on each other.
You didn't know who she was, but her gaze was insistent and hard, and you followed her into Side-Along Apparition without a second thought.
That first time, you had sex against a brick wall in a back alley. It was all scratches and panting and frantic need. Her hands dug into your back when she came, and you followed.
Her need is raw and frantic still. Whenever you meet, she will passionately take what is hers and leave you panting.
It is Hermione Granger you are pressing against the ground, you realise now. Her curls tumbling in her face, she draws you closer. Closer and closer still, until you can do nothing but press into her fire over and over again. She is consuming you whole, swallowing you up in bites and pieces.
"Hermione."
"Say it," she hisses against your skin. "Say it, Rabastan, come for me."
She bites down on the soft stubble at your throat, nipping and tasting. You can feel she is close, and your movements increase into a frenzy.
One single shout.
"Hermione."
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