A/N: Well, folks, here you have it... the chapter you, and our heroines, have waited a long time for... hope it's worth the wait, enjoy! And if you do, please review... this chapter... well, it's a scary one for me... lots of self-imposed pressure to get it just right... please pardon any mistakes I might have missed, they'll be fixed in the next few days...
It was almost three in the morning by the time they got to the cottage. They had convinced Nym to come with them so they could say a proper goodbye before she left for London and completed the long apparition without any ill effects as all of them, including Nym, had travelled the distance by elf apparition, the excited yipping of their wolf puppies greeting them even as they were still taking in their surroundings.
"Hagrid dropped them off before he left," Nym explained; "Minerva said he was happy to see Buckbeak."
Hermione, Ginny and Luna all knelt as the wolves ran closer, bracing themselves to be knocked over, but instead the pups came to a stop in front of them and put their heads into the girls' chests.
"We missed you too," Hermione said as she hugged Nemain. "We're going to be here for the rest of the summer so we'll take you running a lot…" Hermione smiled as Nym came to kneel beside her; "Pups… we'd like you to meet our friend Nym…" she said as Nym reached her hand out for them to sniff; "Nym, this is Nemain;" she rubbed between her pup's ears; "The pure white one is Baddy and the one attempting to lick Ginny's face off, is Macha…"
Hermione was distracted by three distinct thuds a little ways off in the darkness and then the unmistakable sound of beating wings as Buckbeak landed near them and knelt to Hermione.
She stood and returned the bow before approaching the Hippogriff.
"Hello, my handsome friend," she greeted; "Have you been taking care of the pups?"
The was a sharp crack, Hermione turning quickly to find its source to find Cara carrying three large bowls of raw meat.
"He has, Miss," the little elf informed them; "He draws them in and I's feeds them…"
"But why? They were fending for themselves just fine at Hogwarts," Ginny asked.
"They were doing okay for the first week, but they chased everything away from the cottage and they don't seem to want to wander too far," Cara explained; "It's okay Misses… I like the pups… they take me running," she said fondly; "the white one lets me ride her!" she said excitedly.
"That I will have to see," Luna said, smiling.
"Your rooms are ready," Cara told them; "as well as your two 'special' rooms…"
"Two?" Luna asked.
"Yes, Miss, Minnie was here last week and she found the perfect room for you and your fiancée in the west wing," she smiled; "I cleans it and put some candles up for you… I'll get you some snacks and mead before you gets there…"
"Cara?" Hermione said hesitantly before she knelt to the elf's level; "Does Minerva know we're here?"
"No, Miss," Cara replied as she placed a hand on her shoulder; "She told me if you four showed up early to have everything ready, but not to let her know."
"How do we find this room Cara?" Fleur asked.
"Follow the torches," she replied simply.
"Thank you, Cara," Hermione said as she drew the her into a hug; "and sorry for waking you so late…"
"No, Miss… I usually feed the pups around now… I was surprised they were early," she told them; "Have a good night, call me if you need anything," she added before vanishing the now empty bowls and then herself.
Hermione walked back over to Buckbeak; "Thank you, my friend, for watching over our pups…" he shook his head; "You feel you owe me a debt?" she asked, the Hippogriff nodded. "There are no debts between friends…"
Luna walked over to join them, bowed to the Hippogriff and waited for his return bow.
"You're lonely, aren't you, my friend?" she asked him. Turning his head so he could regard her with one of his great amber eyes, he hesitated a moment before nodding again. Luna turned to Hermione; "Maybe, when Hagrid gets back, we can ask him to bring some more Hippogriffs here? There's more than enough room…" Luna was interrupted when Buckbeak put his head to her chest and gave her a gentle shove. "I'm not making any promises, but we'll do what we can, okay?" he nodded, bowed again, and before again taking to the sky, gathered the three rabbits he had caught for the pups and flew off.
"So about tomorrow," Nym said hesitantly as they stood, their arms around each other; "I'll still go talk to Remus, but maybe we should plan for dinner on Tuesday…" she smiled; "Not that I'm not entirely thrilled about not having to wait the months I thought I'd be waiting, but," she kissed Hermione's temple; "the four of you deserve this time to make your bonds and circles as strong as they can be before you start including me," she took a deep breath, as much as she believed what she was about to say, she was loath to say it aloud; "and even when you do… I want to take things slowly…"
"You're afraid our feelings for you will change once we've made love to our mates?" Luna deduced.
"They might," Nym replied.
"I don't see that happening," Hermione assured her.
"The point is," Nym smiled; "I'm okay if it does… I love you guys, I really do…" she shook her head; "the memories we've seen, they've explained how that is possible, but I still have a hard time understanding it sometimes…" she hugged Fleur and Hermione closer; "Consider it my wedding gift to the four of you… I mean, what do you get four women who either have, or can get, just about anything they want?"
"You've already given us so much, Nym," Fleur replied with a kiss of her cheek.
"You managed to sweep all four of us off our feet the last few days," added Hermione.
"Please," Nym said with a sigh; "Don't make this any harder than it already is… I need some time by myself to process all this and you guys really should be allowed the time to explore all the bonds between you before you include me," Nym repeated then kissed Hermione before she could interrupt; "No… please, let me do this for all of you… okay?"
"On one condition," Ginny started.
"If you need us you come back as soon as you can… okay?" finished Luna.
"Deal," Nym replied with a smile; "But I should get going if you guys want to be, uh, you know, doing it, before sunrise…" she smiled again; "maybe, consider it a thank you for three of the best days of my life?"
"We can't get you to change your mind?" asked Hermione as she kissed just below her ear.
"Oh… I'm sure you could," Nym replied as she gently pushed Hermione away; "but that wouldn't exactly be fair now would it?"
"No… I suppose not…" Hermione sighed and then pulled Nym into her arms for a hug; "I'm going to miss you…" she whispered.
"It's just a couple of days," Nym laughed as she went to hug and kiss Ginny; "two sleeps, really…" next she repeated the process with Luna and Fleur, Hermione sneaking in for one last hug before Nym stepped away, put her backpack over her shoulder and smiling said; "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she winked; "repeatedly…" and then apparated away.
"Brat…" Hermione said with a laugh as she put her arm around Ginny's shoulders.
"What did I do?" Ginny asked, affronted.
"Not you… Nym," Hermione replied as she tried to stifle a yawn; "C'mon… it's getting really late…" she said as she looked to the already lightening sky then started walking towards the cottage.
"Do you know if our special room has a shower?" Ginny asked.
"Not sure, why?" Hermione replied.
"I'd like to take a shower first," she shoved Hermione playfully; "Pretty dumb question for the smartest witch of her age…"
"Well, let's stop by our room first and drop off our stuff anyway," Hermione replied as she gave Ginny's shoulders a squeeze; "You take your shower and I'll meet you there?"
"Okay," Ginny replied with a grin.
As they made their way up to the suite of rooms they had used the summer before they talked of their plans for the coming days.
"Why don't we fly up to the lake this afternoon?" Ginny suggested.
"Knowing Cara she's probably already got the picnic basket ready," Hermione joked; "I'm so happy we decided to do this…"
"We are too," Ginny, Luna and Fleur replied.
"Well, yes, but I meant," Hermione replied, blushing; "it's nice to have the place to ourselves and no real demands on our time for the next few days."
"I'll send my dad a note when Elly gets here," said Luna as they entered their rooms to find the raven in question waiting for them. "Well, hello there beautiful," Luna greeted the bird as she stroked her head. "Can I ask you to take a note to my father? It doesn't have to right away, though… you've already had a long flight tonight…"
Elly nodded, then tucked her head under her wing for a nap.
Hermione gave Ginny the lingerie she had bought for her then kissed her tenderly.
"I'll see you there you soon?" she asked, her voice already low. Ginny nodded, then kissed her again before heading for the shower. Hermione turned to Fleur and Luna; "Can you stall her for me?" she asked them.
"How long?" Luna asked as she went to give her a hug.
"At least twenty minutes?" Hermione asked and kissed her forehead.
"I think we can manage that," Fleur assured her as she joined their hug; "and Hermione? Thank you for making the decision we've all been afraid to make."
"You, of all people, understand why," Hermione replied with a shake of her head as she broke the hug and shouldered her backpack; "if I hadn't been using so much magic while we were in Paris… I think I might have blown something up!" they laughed then hugged her one last time before she left.
"So I guess I win," Fleur commented as she led Luna over to the couch.
"I really thought Hermione would make them wait until Ginny's birthday," Luna said with a laugh as she retrieved the lingerie they had bought each other from their backpack. She laid them on the table then settled herself in Fleur's arms.
"We can still wait…" Fleur started but was interrupted by Luna's fierce kiss.
"Don't even think about finishing that sentence," Luna warned. She stroked Fleur's cheek as she thought of how to phrase a question she had been thinking about for a while. She took one of Fleur's hands in her own and studied it a moment before meeting her eyes again. "Um… how exactly… do we… you know? When you're in your Veela form?"
"Make love?" Fleur asked with a shy smile; "Well… it'll be easier for us than it was for Fleur and Fabiana," she smiled at Luna's confusion; "I don't have a beak when I transform…" she provided, blushing slightly.
"How did they?" Luna asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"Well, when two Veela females are soulmates… well it would be difficult for them to bond fully if they hadn't learned to adapt," Fleur started to explain, but her shyness got the better of her so she whispered the rest in Luna's ear; "A full Veela's clitoris will grow of its own accord when she is in full transformation and aroused… big enough to…"
"Oh…" Luna blushed, "Can you do that?"
"With a little magic any witch can," Fleur replied with a smile.
"Does Hermione know this?" Luna asked.
"Considering the fantasy she shared with me the last time we were together, I'd say she does," Fleur said, blushing slightly. "Why don't we save that for our wedding night?" Fleur suggested.
Luna laid her head into the hollow of Fleur's neck and sighed contentedly.
"Mmmm… okay…" she replied and yawned.
Fleur ran started running her hand through Luna's hair, "I'm so happy we have this time… here at the cottage… no pressure…" when Luna didn't reply she looked down and saw that she was asleep. She sighed and laid her cheek on her head, falling asleep a few minutes later.
…
Ginny entered the bathroom and turned on the shower before unwrapping the lingerie Hermione had gotten her. She ran the deep red silk between her fingers and smiled as she imagined the look her fiancée would be wearing when she saw her wearing it. That was the only reason Ginny every agreed to the lacy underthings and sexy lingerie, Hermione's reaction. With six brothers, she'd always been a bit of a tomboy, preferring comfortable jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers over a dress any day. It wasn't that wearing girly things made her uncomfortable, she was just more herself in clothes that were a bit more androgynous.
She stepped under the warm water and sighed as she ran her hands through her hair, it was getting too long and she really wanted to cut it. She laughed, her mother would have a fit if she got married with short hair. She smiled, her parents were remarkably accepting of her relationship and even her wedding, the least she could do was wait until after the wedding to cut her hair.
She washed with a little more care than usual, making sure all her nooks and crannies were well and thoroughly clean before using a few well placed trimming charms. She donned her lingerie after towel drying herself and went to stand in front of the mirror. Where had she gone? She asked herself, what happened to the thirteen year old girl who stood in front of this very mirror a year ago? So much had happened in the last year and somehow ageing five years was the least concerning. Did she resent losing five years of her childhood? Sometimes, but the truth was, it had its advantages. Not the least significant of which was them being here, now… if she was only fourteen, they wouldn't have been. Then again, if she was still fourteen, they might not have gone as far as they had or be wanting to go even further.
She shook her head, there was no point of living in a world of 'what if's', they couldn't predict what tomorrow would bring, let alone years down the road. Maybe that was why they had so readily agreed to go along with Hermione's plan even if they knew she had her reasons and that some of them were about more than just desire. Oh, that was a part of it, to be sure, but it was never that simple. In the end, Ginny realized, why didn't matter, they were finally going to be free to express themselves the way they had been fighting for months.
Whatever the reason, Ginny could hardly believe, sometimes, that this was her life. While much of her life was better than any dream Tom had ever given her, he was also responsible for the nightmares that plagued them. She laughed and shook her head, Tom was, indirectly, responsible for them being at the cottage. Because of him, they would all soon become even more powerful.
She exited in the sitting room to find Luna and Fleur sound asleep on the couch, Luna's head nuzzled into Fleur's neck, which was stretched out due to her head being on the back of the couch, her mouth open slightly while she snored. She looked at her watch, in a few hours they'd have been awake for twenty-four, and it hadn't exactly been a peaceful day. She considered her options; she could fetch them a blanket and leave them to sleep or she could wake them and give them enough energy to get to their own special room. She smiled and thought of a third option as she noticed their lingerie sitting on the coffee table. She magically changed them into it and then went back into the bedroom to call Cara.
"Yes, Miss?" Cara asked when she arrived.
"Can you help me take Luna and Fleur to their special room?" Ginny asked her.
"I can take them both, Miss," Cara offered.
"Thank you, Cara… try not to wake them, it's been a long day," Ginny replied, grateful for the suggestion as she felt a little weird invading their privacy.
"Of course," Cara said with a smile and led the way back to the sitting room.
Ginny frowned as she noticed, what looked like, a brand on Cara's shoulder.
"Cara?" Ginny asked, her voice quiet as she didn't want to wake her friends.
The elf turned and regarded her.
"What is the brand on your shoulder?" she asked.
Cara reached for it, rubbed it, and smiled.
"So you can see it now," Cara replied, her tone slightly different than usual. She sighed; "I am descended from the elves who lived with and served the Sisters. This mark," she said as she moved her shirt so Ginny could see it better, the latter unsurprised to recognize the Amice knot; "I inherited from my mother when she died, along with all her knowledge…"
"It's been you! You've been bringing us things when we needed them," Ginny gasped.
"I had thought it would be Hermione who would've figured it out first," Cara said with a smile.
"She's had other things on her mind," Ginny replied; "You showed Minerva the rooms, didn't you?" Cara nodded; "I remembered that she said she never went in the west wing…" she knelt and drew Cara into a hug; "Thank you for everything little one…"
"You're welcome, Miss," Cara replied; "that you can seem my mark means you are ready to know this information…" she pulled away; "Now… haven't you kept her waiting long enough?" she teased.
"Well, maybe it's her turn to wait…" Ginny joked.
"Perhaps… but shouldn't she be rewarded for bringing you here?" Cara teased back.
"I suppose," Ginny laughed, "Thank you, Cara…"
Ginny stepped back, located Hermione, and apparated to her.
She was a little surprised, something she was getting used to, to find herself at the end of the bed and not on the castle wall. She wasn't, however, surprised to find Hermione laying on the bed, a hand over her eyes, a half drunk glass of champagne in the other, sound asleep. She again found herself weighing her options as she poured herself a glass of champagne and nibbled on a sandwich. Oddly enough, her options were similar to those she considered when faced with her sleeping friends… let her sleep or wake her?
Ginny started on a second sandwich as she watched Hermione sleep. She felt like she was vibrating, surely she could share enough energy with her so they could make love for several hours before the need for sleep would take them. She shook her head, but then they would probably end up sleeping away the better part of the day. She finished her sandwich and placed her empty glass back on the table before walking over to the bed. As gently as she could, she magically moved Hermione and drew the blankets up over her before removing her robe and crawling in next to her. She moved her left arm, then laid her head on her shoulder and sighed, what was the rush, after all?
…
Several hours later Hermione woke slowly to the comfort of Ginny on her shoulder and her soft snoring. It dawned on her where they were and groaned, she must have fallen asleep. She carefully withdrew her arm from under Ginny's head and rushed to the bathroom she had found the night before. She quickly used the facilities and freshened up before returning to the, now awake, and stretching redhead.
"Why didn't you wake me?" she teased as she watched Ginny get out of bed, admiring her body in the skimpy negligée she was wearing.
"What's the rush, love?" Ginny asked as she hugged her and kissed her neck; " Besides… I'd rather you well rested first…"
"Doesn't seem fair to make Fleur and Luna wait…" Hermione teased, playfully smacking Ginny's behind as she went to take her turn in the washroom.
"They were fast asleep last time I saw them," Ginny replied, "I changed them into their new lingerie, then Cara took them to their room," she smiled; "Ask me about my chat with Cara when I get back…"
Hermione shook her head as she filled two glasses with orange juice and champagne. "What now?" she thought. Couldn't they even visit the cottage without finding out something new? She filled a bowl with fruit and took it and the two glasses over to the window. She placed the glasses on the sill, then placed her hand on the window, the glass vanishing at her touch. She took a deep breath of fresh air, a hint of the nearby ocean on the wind.
On Wednesday morning she and Ginny were due at her parent's home. She smiled as she put a piece of fruit in her mouth. At some point last summer she had come to consider the cottage her real home. Here she was at peace. Safe from the darkness that threatened them at every turn. Here they could be themselves, a truly rare occurrence in their lives.
As Ginny walked up behind her she couldn't resist enjoying the view. The lingerie she had picked out for her was black, lacy, and barely covering her behind. Her eyes travelled down the length of her well toned legs… a year of running, Quidditch and that blasted tournament had left Hermione lean and strong. She placed her hands on her hips, then slowly made her way to her taunt belly, Hermione sighing and leaning into her. She kissed her neck just below her ear, then whispered;"Knut for you thoughts…"
"Only a knut?" she teased.
"Knowing you?" Ginny replied, then kissed her neck; "Probably priceless…"
"Do I want to know about Cara?" Hermione asked, closing her eyes as Ginny continued placing feather light kisses along her neck.
"It can wait," Ginny replied, her warm breath on Hermione's ear causing her to break out in goosebumps. "I am curious though… why now?"
Hermione turned in her arms, handed her her glass, then took a sip of her own.
"I gave you my reasons last night," she replied simply.
"Yes," Ginny replied, getting closer; "We've had those reasons for the last year… why now?"
"So many reasons, Shy," Hermione said with a sigh; "but only a few that matter…" she kissed her softly; "I love you… I want you… I need you so badly…" she said, her voice dripping with desire as she kissed Ginny's neck between each statement. "It's a new day and I want to make you mine…"
"I've always been yours," Ginny replied, her voice low, as she stepped back and led her toward the bed; "and you've always been mine."
"I have," Hermione said with a smile as she admired the young woman Ginny had become. Her long deep red hair almost reaching her perfectly shaped behind. The red silk of the negligée she wore only accentuating her toned body. Her breasts outlined by the fabric, then opening just below them to reveal her flat stomach. Her eyes drifted further south, her mouth watering when she noticed the small wet spot on her lace knickers. She stepped forward and hooked her thumbs under Ginny's straps, trailing kisses along the top of her shoulder as she lowered the straps down her arms; "today we finally get to celebrate it…"
Ginny's trembling fingers found the lace tie between Hermione's breasts and pulled it free. She pushed her away slightly, then parted the black lace to admire her breasts. They'd filled out nicely since last summer, she thought as she took them in her hands, her thumbs lightly rubbing the stiffening nipples.
"You really have great tits, love," said Ginny as she palmed them both, then was pulled into a deep kiss. She pushed the negligée off her shoulders, her own already pooling around her feet, she started moving Hermione toward the bed again.
Ginny sat Hermione on the bed as she ran her hands up the back of her legs, cupping her behind before running her hands under the soaking silk and pulling it down her legs. When Hermione looked up to Ginny again the look of lust and love on her face was unmistakable and it left her breathless. As Ginny pushed her down on the bed, she knew, there was nothing she wouldn't do, nothing she wouldn't sacrifice, to make her happy.
Hermione tangled her hand in her long red locks and kissed her softly, trying despite her baser urges to prolong this moment… they had waited, tortured each other nightly with frequent visits to the point just before the point of no return and now that that point no longer existed she found herself wanting to enjoy the trip there.
Ginny broke the kiss and searched her eyes a moment, the chocolate brown deeper than usual.
"Do you… have any idea…" Ginny started, whispering in her ear, then kissing just below it as she worked her way down her neck; "just how… incredibly… fucking… sexy… and… beautiful… you are?" she asked, kissing and nipping her way to her left breast and her shiny new jewelry. She reached her tongue out tentatively and licked the very tip of her nipple, causing a shiver to go through her. Ginny looked back up to Hermione, the latter biting her lip as she waited for Ginny to continue. Ginny smiled and lowered her lips around the stiffened bud, drawing both it and the silver piercing it into her mouth, Hermione gasping as she arched both her hips and chest into her, a hand tangled in her hair and pulling her closer.
"Oh… fuck… please…" Hermione gasped, her legendary mind finally shutting off in favour of her exploding nerve endings. She was quickly becoming nothing more than a ball of desire, her arousal already dripping from between her legs.
Ginny let the nipple slip from her mouth, but kept the jewelry in her teeth, pulling and twisting it slightly until Hermione moaned and forcibly pulled her away and crushed her lips with her own. Ginny ran her hand down to her right breast massaging it and pinching the nipple, Hermione groaning louder and louder. Finally unable to bear it any longer Hermione firmly wrapped her fingers around Ginny's wrist and started moving it down her body.
"Tell me what you want…" Ginny whispered, her thumb playing with the waistband of her lacy underwear.
"Please…" Hermione begged, "please… Shy… please…" Hermione pleaded, then all but growled as she stared into her eyes; "Fuck me already…"
Ginny ripped the fabric from her body and ran her hand up the inside of her thigh, her lover's legs parting in invitation. Her index finger touched moisture first, mere inches from its source, the heat radiating from her, causing her to groan as she squeezed her thigh forcefully a moment before again travelling upwards, both of them moaning into the kiss as Ginny's finger finally entered her slick folds.
"Fuck…" Ginny groaned; "You feel… so… fucking good…"
She circled the opening to Hermione's center before moving up to the little bud she knew would bring her so much pleasure. Using her index and ring fingers she spread her lips apart, her middle finger circling the little nub.
"Oh… God… oh…" Hermione gasped. She pulled Ginny closer, desperate to touch her too. She wanted to feel what Ginny was feeling, make her feel what she was feeling.
Sensing what Hermione was trying to do she moved to make it easier for her, her hand never leaving its new favourite place as she manoeuvred her breast into Hermione's mouth even as she again took Hermione's left nipple into her mouth, a marked increase in wetness soaking her hand.
Ginny groaned as Hermione's hand slipped between her legs, the scent of her lover's desire drawing her ever downwards. She repositioned her arm and, as she circled her opening with two fingers and took her first taste of Hermione directly from the source, her fingers entered her at the same time.
"Fuck!" Hermione hissed ,then dove her face between Ginny's legs, her mouth latching onto the slightly throbbing bud, sucking it and flicking it with her tongue as she entered her and matched her pace. Hermione wanted more, needed more… she added a third finger and was rewarded with a third finger inside herself.
Slowly they began to drift up from the bed, spiralling mid-air as they moved as one. Following each others lead in a sexy game of follow the leader. They picked up their pace, willing the other to give in yet not wanting the moment to end.
"Harder…" Ginny thought to her, not wanting to part her mouth from Hermione's sweet nectar for even a second and was rewarded with another finger, a momentary stab of pain as her hymen broke, and then extreme pleasure as her g-spot was found for the first time. She hastened to mimic Hermione's actions, wanting her to feel the intense pleasure she was now feeling.
They began to tremble and shake as their climax approached, their bodies emitting a soft glow as they moved together. "Don't stop…" Hermione thought, Ginny re-doubling her efforts as they were met between her own legs.
As the wave finally crested they screamed into each other, determined not to miss a drop of the liquid now spilling forth. They felt the magic building within them as something else began to build. They both began to vibrate as their second orgasm hit them, a sonic boom covering their screams as they held onto each other for dear life, the magic they'd been storing up for the last year coming out of them in a pulse of white light.
Hermione spun on top of Ginny, licking her own juices off her face before kissing her deeply.
They gently floated back down to the bed, Ginny turning her to lay on top just before reaching it. She kissed and licked all her own juices off her face before kissing her again. She pulled back and studied her.
"That was…" she started.
"Worth waiting for…" Hermione finished, smiled, then forcibly pushed her on her back again; "and far from over…"
…
At the other side of the valley the two sleeping blondes were woken with a start as the windows of their room shook violently and seemed on the point of shattering when a pulse of magic passed through them and hit the still waking girls where they lay. They had just started to take in their surroundings when a second wave of energy passed over them.
"You okay?" Fleur asked, as Luna had closed her eyes and seemed to be trying to calm herself.
Luna wasn't sure what she was feeling. There was the sudden influx of magic but there was something else and it took her a moment to recognize the feeling as lust. She turned to Fleur and kissed her deeply her hands tearing at the flimsy material of Fleur's lingerie.
Fleur rolled her on her back and held her hands over her head. She broke the kiss and studied Luna's eyes. "Slow down, love… there's no rush…" she kissed her softly despite Luna's panting; "take a moment… look at where we are…" she let her hands ago and sat up; "Ginny must have brought us here…"
Luna ran her hands over face, her desire was almost drowning her and Fleur wanted to take in the scenery? She sighed, sat up and wrapped her arms Fleur from behind.
"Sorry…" Luna sighed and kissed her neck.
"Don't be love," Fleur assured her as she turned in her arms and kissed her; "It's just…" she smiled; "it's our first time… I want to take my time…"
"Not too much time, I hope…" Luna said with a pout.
"I doubt I'll be able to once we start," Fleur replied and kissed her neck; "let's take it slow while we can?" she all but pleaded.
Luna rested her lips on her shoulder, her eyes never leaving the liquid blue pools of Fleur's.
"I suppose I wouldn't mind freshening up a bit first," she finally relented.
"Maybe we could go for a swim?" Fleur suggested.
"Swim?" Luna said, looking around and taking in their surroundings for the first time. The bed where they woke was between the side of the mountain and a pool that ran the length of the front of the room, the far side bordered by windows that overlooked the valley. "Wow…" she said softly.
"I read of this place," Fleur said with a smile; "I never imagined I would see it…" she turned back to Luna; "All this… you… here… now… it's like a dream…"
"If this is a dream," Luna replied and kissed her neck; "let me never wake…"
Fleur kissed her forehead; "Go to the bathroom, then… I have to go too…"
"Way to spoil the mood," Luna teased and kissed her before pulling herself from the bed. She looked around a moment; "Any idea where the bathroom is?" she asked, a door opening just to the left of them as if on request. Luna laughed quietly as she shook her head, the cottage again providing when asked.
Luna returned to find Fleur picking at the fresh fruit Cara had left for them, a small content smile on her face. She walked up behind her and kissed her shoulder. Fleur turned and offered her a strawberry, Luna smiling before taking it into her mouth.
"Be right back," Fleur said, then kissed away the strawberry juice from her lips.
Luna watched her walk away, then turned her attention to the view from their room. It was astounding, the entire valley laid out below them, the ocean sparkling in the distance. They couldn't have asked for a more beautiful spot to have their first time.
She felt Fleur's lips on her neck before she realized she had returned. She turned and captured her lips with her own, her need again making itself known. Her hands went from where they rested on Fleur's hips, under the deep blue of her silk negligée, and up to cup her breasts. Her thumbs stroked the already hardened nipples causing Fleur to moan into her mouth. She brought her hands up and removed the clothing from her shoulders, kissing down her neck and then her body as she went to kneel in front of her. She inhaled deeply of her scent, the source of which was already darkening the deep blue silk between her legs. Luna swallowed, then leaned forward to take the silk between her teeth, looking up to Fleur as she drew it down her legs. She helped Fleur to step out of them, then allowed her to pull her up and into a kiss.
Fleur began to tear at the lace covering Luna's body, it was too late, she couldn't control the rising wave of arousal she was feeling and more importantly, she didn't want to. Once Luna was also naked she picked her up by the armpits, her lover wrapping her legs around her waist. She easily carried her back to the bed and laid her down as gently as she could, attempting to slow things down again and enjoy the moment.
Fleur slowly kissed her way down Luna's body, taking her time with the new jewelry in her left nipple before she felt Luna's hands on her shoulders urging her lower.
Fleur tried to slow her breathing. Tried to stop the transformation she could already feel changing her body, her wings sprouting from her shoulders even as Luna urged her downward. She was being driven crazy by the scent of Luna's desire, her Veela blood demanding to be sated. She almost growled in frustration as she felt her hands also transform. "This isn't the way, not now..." she thought as Luna stalled her and tilted her face up.
Fleur rested her chin on Luna's slightly heaving stomach and hesitantly looked up to her, all her fears and doubts melting the moment their eyes met. Luna took the hand from her right breast, four small pin pricks of blood from Fleur's talons dotted around the edge. She wasn't sure what Luna was doing as she closed her eyes until she felt her subtle magic flow through her hand, then watched in amazement as the hand kept its form but her talons vanished.
"Please... don't stop..." Luna hissed, her hands again on her shoulders and pushing her down.
Fleur smiled and continued kissing her way down Luna's belly, her scent now so close she could almost taste her. Looking up, she reached out her tongue and tentatively slid it through her slick folds, the taste so intoxicating she couldn't help but bury her face between her legs, trying to get as much as she could, the ache between her own legs becoming insufferable. She looked up to Luna again and smiled, gave her one last good sucking and then worked her way back to Luna's pouting lips.
"By Gods, woman are you trying to kill me?" Luna teased, kissing her deeply and tasting herself for the first time; "Mmmm... I taste good..." she smiled then licked Fleur's chin; "I want to taste you..." she purred.
"I was hoping you would say that..." Fleur whispered, then as she kissed her way to Luna's breasts, turned so Luna could reach hers. Letting her de-clawed hand precede her down Luna's body, she moaned into her and took her into her mouth again as she carefully slid a finger inside her. She lifted her head momentarily to gasp as Luna tasted her for the first time and, what felt like, two of her slender fingers entered her. She dove her head back between Luna's legs, her wings spreading out above them as they gently started to float up from the bed.
Even in her lust addled state Fleur recognized a problem immediately as her wing tips touched the ceiling, they were quickly running out of room. Hoping Luna would forgive her, she apparated them both outside, the two of them continuing to float upwards, even if Luna was now clinging to her for dear life with her free arm.
Fleur began to softly beat her wings, slowing their ascent, Luna relaxing just enough to let her building orgasm take hold. They lost themselves in each other, matching each others pace and crying out at the same time as their climaxes washed over them, their magic pulsing out in shock waves that matched the shocks running through their bodies, both of them glowing so brightly that, if someone were to see them, they would not have been able to distinguish what they were.
Luna turned them over as Fleur brought them to a more upright position and held her tightly in her arms as aftershocks caused their muscles to continue twitching.
"Well, that's one way to get me over my fear of flying," Luna teased and bit at her neck.
"I'm sorry," Fleur said, ducking her head as they floated back toward their room; "we were running out of space…"
"It's okay, love," Luna rush to assure her; "you didn't see me stopping, did you?" Fleur shook her head; "I trust you… I knew you'd keep me safe…"
"Always," Fleur replied and kissed her tenderly.
"Besides…" Luna grinned impishly; "as far as first times go? Pretty memorable…"
Fleur apparated them back to their bed, her body transforming back to its human form as she stared into Luna's eyes. "Who said I was done?"
A/N 2: Well, there you have it... the chapter we've all been waiting a year for. I hope I did it justice! And thanks to HBT for your patient help on this one... I must admit, this chapter really was a scary one to write...
