Story: Me Characters: JK Each of them leading both of them following. Who will be the first to surrender?
She didn't care if it was only this one time, if he just wanted a good shag, she wanted him, possibly more than she had ever wanted anything. She sighed as his hand slid up her neck to cup her face with a gentleness she never imagined he possessed. She reached behind her, fumbling with the doorknob until it opened and they stumbled into his private study.
Their hands were all over each other, his in her hair undoing the clips and twisting his fingers through it while she fumbled with the clasp of his robes. He let her do most of the work, not wanting to take it somewhere she didn't want to go. But when she moaned against his lips he came undone, pushing her back through another door and into his bedroom. As soon as the door was shut he began to undress her, pushing her, at the same time, ever closer to the large four poster bed.
Hermione couldn't believe it; every touch from him was wonderful. She had known that a man so skilled at potions would have wonderful hands but she'd never thought she would gain any first hand experience with those hands. Soon she was naked except for her knickers and his hands were all over. Her eyes were closed in bliss as he slowly tasted his way from her neck to the valley between her breasts.
"Look at me." She opened her eyes to stare at the man standing over her. He was shirtless, his torso covered with scars from his meetings with Voldemort. She knew he was challenging her, trying to let her know that he was still the same man, that this wasn't going to change anything. She looked him in the eyes and was surprised to see the emotions hid in their obsidian depths; pride, lust, and flickering under the bravado fear and uncertainty. As much as he wanted her he was still afraid that she would reject him. She answered his unspoken query in the only way she knew how, by pulling him toward her, undoing his pants and sliding them down.
He wasn't going to argue with her. She had seen him scars and all, for better and worse and still wanted him. There was no pity in her look or touch, just desire. He removed his pants and joined her on the bed in his green silk shorts.