A/N: Thank you to everyone who added a follow and most especially those to who reviewed! WARNING: This Chapter is EXPLICIT M, not your cup of tea, completely skip it. This is just the wedding night and I'll warn you, I'm not a particularly strong smooches writer. Since I struggled with it, there's now a prequel for when their crushes started year by year. 'A drop in the ocean' and a random Bill fic up 'The Imperfect Eldest Brother'.

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First Awakenings

As she pushed the ring onto his finger, joy flared and she repeated the last line of their vows. "I give you my love." A deep breath as she glanced at the bed, anticipation and nervousness flaring down the bond to him. "I give you my body."

Excitement flared in him, love burning back at her as he kissed her. "A gift I'll always cherish." He pulled back to look into her eyes, his voice dropping. 'Now let me give you the gift of pleasure."

Hermione's breath hitched at his words, at the promise in his ocean eyes as he leaned into kiss her again, slowly deepening it until she wound her arms around his neck. Bill's hands began to graze her sides, up and down, up and down, one going around her back as his lips moved to her ear, nibbling and kissing, before seriously whispering. "Love, if it's too fast or you need a break or want to stop, tell me. We've got the rest of our lives for this part."

She wasn't going to say a word to stop him, not after all of the begging she'd been doing to get him here. He kissed her ear, "Promise?"

"Yes." She murmured, before turning to kiss him then pulling back, another thought popping into her head that Bill might just hit her with the anti-pain charm without asking. "Bill, I don't want any charms tonight. I want this the natural way."

Bill seemed torn on it, something in his eyes flared in yes, but his mouth was frowning. "I don't want to hurt you, love, but it's your choice."

She smiled and leaned into kiss him, threading her fingers eagerly into his hair. He smiled against her lips, his assault beginning anew, hands grazing and groping until he pulled her across his lap to straddle him so he could tenderly trail kisses down her neck, across her collarbones, nip along the neckline of her sundress. She threw her hair back over her shoulders to give him better access to the tender flesh, one of his hands undoing the zipper down the back of her dress, his lips trailing along the ever dipping neckline. He slid his hands up under her dress, sliding along her bare skin and she gave a little moan of relief, she'd waited far too long to feel his calloused hands against just her. One slid around her bare back, pulling her more firmly onto his lap, before he slowly lifted her dress off, ocean eyes darkening as he watched each inch come into view. He threw her dress to the floor, eyes raking her in such an intense way she moved to cover her bra, but he caught her hands. "Beautiful. Mine."

He started kissing her collarbone again, hands trailing all over as he moved to her shoulder and down her bra strap, smattering kisses. She let out a small breath of sensation as his hair tickled around her, one of his hands undoing the clasp on her bra. He pulled back to slide it off and his breath hitched as he stared like a schoolboy seeing his first set. He'd been so careful with her privacy, charms, keeping her in her knickers, eyes always averted and now he was just moving her up onto the bed, laying her down. Eyes going from hers to her exposed chest. He began to kiss her again, love floating down the bond to her at his gentle touch, at the gentleness of the hand now circling and squeezing her breast, thumb grazing nipple again and again until it perked and she gave a little gasp. His lips left hers and began to trail down her neck, layering worshipful kisses all along the scar from Dolohov, sliding over to have his tongue slowly circle her other nipple, around and around until she wove her hands in his hair. He licked it several times before kissing it, sucking and nibbling and she gasped, arching into him at the sensation of being suckled one side and squeezed and pinched on the other. Her stomach was starting to curl with warmth, dampness spreading between her legs as he switched sides and repeated his introduction to his new toys.

One of his hands slid lower across her abdomen, grazing her sides, smoothing across belly, before slowly running fingers down over her panties, stroking softly. She let out another little moan of anticipation and he came back up for a kiss, she untangled her hands and scrabbled at his shirt buttons as he kept up running his hand over her, her legs falling wider apart for him. She pushed it off his shoulders and as he shrugged out of it, she oogled the hard muscles, flat abs, strong shoulders. She loved the bravery of his scars, the skin deep testament that did nothing to affect his strength, an altar of his selflessness from when he'd jumped without thinking for her. She leaned up and kissed them from his shoulder down across his chest, running her fingers lightly along the ones that went to his mid back. He smiled at her as he leaned her back to the bed, his fingers now dipping inside of her underwear in a completely foreign sensation for her. He kissed her lightly and went back to exploring her body with his lips, tracing each one of her scars, kissing them until Hermione felt beautiful under his care.

He was kissing her forearm reverently when his thumb started to circle her little nub of pleasure and she let out a gasp, causing him to smile against her arm. He dropped it and kissed her hotly, finger still circling and rubbing and as he slid his tongue into her mouth he slid a finger into her. Or tried to anyway, he frowned for a moment in surprise, "You've still got a hymen."

She blushed, "I'm not athletic enough to have lost it."

He nodded and kissed her again, moving the tip of his finger in and out, thumb circling and she felt herself getting warmer and warmer, beginning to flush. He slid another fingertip in and she felt discomfort, but he was gentle and insistent and that pooling heat in her lower belly started to become filled with tension. She rocked against his hand and he upped twisting her nipple with his other hand causing her to start making soft noises into his mouth. He kept his assault up, thumb twirling and flicking, tongue diving into her mouth. "Bill…"

He pulled back, looking into her eyes, "Let go for me, love."

She did, back arching, lower muscles of her body all fluttering lightly and fell into the sensation of having something to clench. He kissed his way down her body, hand hooked in her underwear, pulling it down off of her legs. He paused there and stared at her, naked before him, desire filled eyes and he quickly dropped his khakis. She stared at the large bulge in his boxer briefs and swallowed, suddenly wishing Bill wasn't quite such a brute of a man because she was pretty sure him being over a foot taller than her meant it was going to hurt like hell. He sensed her gaze and gave her a half smile as he crawled back on the bed, guiding her legs apart. "Relax, love. We're not there yet."

He kissed her thighs, fingers ghosting up and down them and she trembled, "Bill, what are you-"

He nuzzled farther up, tongue darting out and she cut herself off as the sensation rushed her. He kept stroking her thighs, tongue dipping into where his fingers had been and she let her head fall back at his exploration, at the vibrations coming from his groan. The sensation was overwhelming and she felt her nipples harden again at the soft nip, and let out a moan as he licked his way up to her bundle. His tongue was swirling over and around it, licking, sucking as his fingers went back to her entrance. She let out a cry as he nibbled at her, fingers in his hair pushing him closer as she rose her hips for more of him. He was sucking on her and licking at once and the fire in her belly was raging, swirling and twisting as he shifted his fingers to knuckles to try and stretch her more. She couldn't seem to catch a breath, panting and heaving, reduced to a mess of mews, his ocean eyes watching her progress as he reached down to pull off his last shred of clothing. She met his eyes in utter desperation, "Bill-"

His desire hit her through the bond and threw her from herself in shaky cries of his name, thighs trembling, hands clutched in bedsheets as he continued to lick and suckle as she tried to regain some sort of breath, which his continue ministrations were making very hard. He moved above her, crawling back and she stared at his eyes, the ocean under the night sky now and down his sculpted body to him and gulped. That wasn't going to fit. That was huge and Bill's fingers had felt too large. He kissed her softly and shifted himself between her legs, softly rubbing himself up and down and she tensed even more at feeling just how much was supposed to go into her. "I'll be gentle, love."

She kissed him, unsure what to do with her hands, but achingly wanting him, wanting to be joined with him. He ground slightly into that still taut bundle of her nerves and she let out a sound of desire, slid down and did it again and again to try and relax her. It worked, "Please."

"I love you." He whispered it, sliding himself up and down her slit one last time before pressing to her entrance.

"I love you. Kiss me?" She asked, feeling a flash of nervousness that he really wouldn't fit come back despite the haze of sensation she was lost in. He did, deeply and thoroughly until her tension faded, then softened it back to just hot open mouth kisses and slid himself a little farther until he was up against her barrier and she gave a little gasp at the sensation that was so much bigger than his fingers. She opened her eyes to find his lust darkened ones waiting for her permission, she nodded against his lips and he shoved himself into her. Her cry of pain swallowed by his groan of pleasure. She tried to focus on the pleasure she could feel from his side of them and not on the throbbing torn in half sensation of hers as he held himself above her letting her muscles adjust to him as he peppered her face with apologetic kisses. His other hand slid down between them, his thumb softly rubbing her little bundle of nerves to try and bring pleasure back to her. "I'm ok, you can um, move."

He moved himself further in, stretching a bit more, before pulling slowly back and beginning a rhythm of gentle, shallow thrusts, slowly moving deeper. It hurt being stretched and she knew a tear leaked out, but it slowly began to be ringed with something building at her edges on her side, not just the building pleasure on his. She experimentally began to try and move her hips with his and he adjusted to wrap one of her legs around him, lips moving to her neck to kiss hotly. She could feel her breath coming in pants again and he shifted the angle again she cried out in delight, there. He lifted his lips to kiss at her ear as he did it again, voice husky, "Good spot?"

She cried out again in response as he hit it again, feeling her need abruptly begin to spike as he focused there and all of the pain was gone. Their bond was pure pleasure now, building and sharing until there was no difference in filling or being filled, giving or taking. It flooded her and him and he was groaning into her mouth with each thrust and she was reduced to his name on repeat to try and remember which one she was. Nails digging into his shoulders and she clutched him deeper until she could barely remember and went tumbling off a cliff into waves and waves of pleasure, clenching Bill who hadn't jumped yet. She rode the orgasm with him and as hers came down, his started and she went back up as he poured himself into her with his erratic slams. Finally, he collapsed on top of her and she felt their magic shift, turn and lock. They were bound, magically and physically.

She was shaking against his chest, her sweaty curls moving up and down with his own heavy breathing, extreme satisfaction swirling back and forth between them. Happy contentment from part of him purring with the knowledge he had claimed her, she was his, only his. She spoke first, "Always like that?"

"Godric, I hope so. That was fantastic." He told her and reached over to shift the sweaty curls from her face. He had never experienced sex on that level of connectedness, never had the emotions or magic mixed in. He never wanted it any other way again.

She shifted and he looked down into her eyes, feeling her soft hesitation. "I was ok?"

"Love, you were more than perfect." He meant every single word of it and stared her down, shoving his happiness and contentment down the bond at her until she accepted it.

He groped for the wand, not finding it, just wandlessly flung the window open and one of her shoes flying out to where echoes of a quidditch match could be heard before the window slammed shut.

She blushed at the fact he just declared what they'd done, stroking his chest. "I thought practice makes perfect." She shifted and paused, reaching for the sheet, "But I guess we should clean up before we practice more."

He followed her gaze to where he still had a raging erection with streaks of their mess on it and her thighs, softly smeared with red and was slammed with a primal need so hard the bond shook. He caught her hand and stilled the sheet, he wanted it. He wanted to taste the triumph of his claim, needed to see her do it too, accept his ownership of her body. "Let me, love."

He headed for the bathroom to get a rag and some cool water and looked in the mirror at himself, trying to push that primal animal in him down. There was no way she was going to be ok with letting him lick her virginal blood, she was going to think he was insane. The animal need in him flared again and he kicked at it, taking the cool rag, but found he couldn't do it. Instead he wiped some of the sweaty curls from her forehead to try and conquer it again, but his eyes just kept going back to her thighs. Her voice was a command, "Bill, look at me."

He did, her doe eyes were firm, "Bill, when I married you, I married all of you."

His throat tightened and she took the rag away. "I know you need this. I can feel it." She paused testing, "I think I might need it too."

He leaned over and kissed her hard, tangling a hand in her hair in thanks, tugging it lightly before lowering her back to the bed and kissing his way eagerly down her body, only pausing to nip at each nipple. Their mingled smells were heavenly to his nose as he ran it along her thigh, inhaling before looking up to gage her reaction. She was watching him intently, but there was no disgust there, only confused anticipation. He kissed a smear and licked, reveling in the salty, tangy coppery brine flavor that meant she was only his. He took his time with her thighs, licking and kissing and nipping until she urged him, "Please."

He spread her legs wider and started the process of cleaning her with his tongue, swallowing her juices and thrusting up inside of her, swirling and hooking, running it along her slit and circling her clit, sucking and nipping before going back down and using his thumb up there. He was diligent in his attentions, not wanting to miss a drop. She was starting to move her hips against his efforts when he pulled away, he needed to be inside her soon. She needed him as close as she was, he wasn't going to last long as turned on as he was. He looked up, she was staring down at him, his words rough with desire. "Want a taste of us?"

Her lips parted and she nodded mutely, his claiming needs flooding them both and forcing a need to be acknowledge the claim into her. He crawled up and very deliberately swiped a messy streak from his length, her eyes watching the entire time and brought it to her mouth. She licked his finger experimentally and moaned, suckling it, her hips bucking under him and Bill let out a growl from the back of this throat watching her. He did it again and again, loving the feeling of seeing her suck on his fingers in primal need. She was bucking under him, grinding her clit against his tip, him grinding back. They were both so turned on by how the claim had affected her she started mew and bite at his fingers as she sucked them clean. He could barely stand it and when she started to cry out he slid himself into his already clenching home.

She bit his fingers hard and he pulled them away, trying to focus on not completely slamming into and being gentle. Don't pound. Don't pound, it was a mantra as she hooked her legs around him and writhed under him. She threw her head from side to side already so close to another one and her hair flung to the pillow, exposing where her neck and shoulder joined. His eyes fixed on it and he was hit with the urge to bite, to sink his teeth into that perfect skin as deep as they would go. He fought the biting and lost his battle not to pound, just slamming into her roughly, driving himself so hard and deep her face scrunched. He did it harder and froze at her sudden cry of pain and the abrupt pinch in their bond, he pulled out and rolled off of her. He couldn't control himself at the moment, he needed to make that damn claiming gift. This was too strong for the both of them. She crawled after him, peering at his face, "Bill, it's ok."

"No, I can't control it, love. I'll hurt you or bite you." He ground it out, even now he was losing control and dragging her hips downwards back to his and resheathing himself into his paradise, "Stay on top, love. You can manage the thrusts."

He guided her first tentative ones, bringing his knees up to help her get the angle right and watched with hooded lids as she braced one of her hands on his knee and began to ride him. She was so gorgeous like that, so fucking hot with her chest bouncing, nibbling her lips in concentration as she figured out how she wanted it. Going almost all the way out and in, bobbing a little, midway, twisting her hips experimentally. He ground one hand into the bedsheets to keep some control, the other still on her hip. She found a rhythm that hit her spot and threw her head back in pleasure moaning, one of her hands going to wind and tug blindly in her own hair, the pinned in flowers flinging away from her and he groaned, starting to thrust up to meet her. She was making little shrieking noises now and he shifted his grip to get to her clit, rubbing it frantically in some effort to get her there first. He lost, stars exploding for him, the explosion of his load sending her spiraling into the cosmos as she tried to clench every last drop out of him, before dropping to his chest, their joined parts still twitching.

He held her there, pushing her hair off her sweaty neck, murmuring disjointed words at her as he tried to come back down to earth. They started to make sense in his brain and hopefully out of his mouth, "My treasure, my pearl,-" Oh, he was going to drape her in pearls and go crazy. Needing a little cool air he shifted her to the side, seeing she was barely awake from the exertion of their lovemaking. He stroked her hair for a moment and her eyes shut and he sat up to grab a glass of water, gulping. He fumbled in the drawer for the other little box and grabbed his wand. He needed to at least make that present to where he couldn't hurt her or bite her because he fully intended on waking her up to help him take care of the fact he couldn't seem to shake this erection. Perks of being mauled.

When he had it done, he eyed her, they were both messes and her hair was a complete tangle, her lips swollen from kisses and bites. "C'mon love, wake up for a little while and let me clean you up. You don't want to sleep like this."

She blinked, but let him pull her up and ignored the offered water and chugged a flute of champagne, "What if I do? You seem to like the look."

"You're just being contrarian to be contrarian, love. Here, let me put this on you." He swung the necklace at her, "We can talk about the claiming present later, but for tonight at least I need you to wear it."

She didn't protest, just lifted her hair for him and when he had it on and got to look at it, his insides purred and made a demand: she was going to wear it all of the time. She wiggled and her pert breasts shook for him, "It's tingling my magic."

"Wiggle for me again." He asked and she did with a laugh.

He leaned over and kissed her, "It looks perfect on you, like it belongs. You have a very happy husband at the moment."

He pulled her from the bed and into the bathroom, starting a shower. He really was going to clean her properly this time and not indulge in any of the many shower fantasies he'd had about her, maybe a few. She let him wash her, massaging her scalp as he did her hair, comb running through tangles as she leaned against his chest, arms loosely around his waist, one hand dipping between them to use her little hand to tentatively explore him for the first time. He gave her noises of approval as he combed the conditioner through, only pulling away to lather his hands and begin to clean her without a flannel. It was her turn to make noises of approval as he stroked every part of her body, cupping her breasts and sliding his thumbs across her nipples, soapy hands going down her stomach and sides, up the outside of her legs, up the inside, softly brushing and grabbing her bum. Fingers gently cleaning the tender flesh between her legs, stroking and stroking to make sure she really was clean. She returned the favor, kissing him as he bent so she could manage his hair and her nails felt so delicious. She was using a different method, soap and lips to clean him, tongue trailing his scars and when she rinsed him, her hand kept stroking and she looked up into his eyes and went slowly to her knees. Oh Godric, he'd constantly imagined her lips on him, had shoved the image into her brain on accident repeatedly during the moon. She smiled at him, "I believe it's time for my practical exam?"

He couldn't manage words, only nod as he watched her very tentative exploration, groaning at the sensation and finally, finally seeing those hot little rose bud lips take him in and kiss. She flicked her tongue and swirled it around the tip, looking up at him for feedback and whatever rapture his face had, or pleasure she could feel from him she was emboldened in her exploration. He had to lean one arm against the tile, trying not to thrust and gag her, huskily warning her not to take to much in. She bobbed and stroked and he felt his lower abs begin to tighten. "Love, I'm getting close."

She increased her rhythm and her suction and he let out a groan, letting himself thrust a bit and it was rising in him, balls clenching and emptying into her mouth. She looked completely startled and it was hot and adorable to see her little chipmunk cheeks, "Spit it or swallow it, love."

She swallowed and he felt the claiming need chunk in him again with satisfaction, that was his only too. He kissed her gently in thanks, "C'mon love, let me finish your wash and get you to bed."

"I'm not sleepy anymore." She told him cheekily and gestured to the fact he was still in pretty much the same state he'd spent the full moon with her in. Constantly hard.

"You're going to be sore, love."

"No, I won't. Plus, you've put your make Bill behave jewelry on me." She yawned and he ducked her back under the water, hooking one of her legs around his hip as he nudged her against the tile.

He lifted and entered, pulling up her leg to wrap around him, sliding into his favorite place in the world and pumping, "That what you want, love?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard in response, biting his lower lip, before demanding, "More."

He gripped her bum tighter and started to increase his pace and thrusts only to abruptly have his entire body feel like it was getting stabbed by needles. He jerked, almost dropping her. He managed to pull out and only then did the needles stop. "Fuck that hurts."

"Biscuit?" She asked, dropping off the wall.

"No shower smoochies for you, at least we know the claiming gift works." He started to rinse the conditioner out of her hair, still feeling slightly stabbed around the edges.

Bill was curled around her, one knee behind hers, slightly on top of her, hand idly tracing patterns into her skin as he thrust slowly and gently in. They'd been at it this way for a long time, his promise that intensely slow and gentle could be better than fast. She was turned slightly to make eye contact. His words were soft, "Keep breathing with me, love."

She focused back on matching her breaths to his, not his tracing fingers or excruciatingly languid movements in her. In and Out. In and Out. His heartbeat at her back, his fresh scent around her. In and Out. On and on it went, their magic seeping from their pores to surround them, tides in them rising in tandem, desire with each breath. The bond was around them, not pleasure matched for pleasure, simply one pleasure woven between them. In and Out. His fingers touching her now, fondling and stroking. In and Out. Rising slowly like a new well as she breathed against his lips.

When they went, they went together with the most intense and ongoing orgasm of the night and she didn't fall off a cliff or into the abyss, or see stars. She fell into Bill's soul and he into hers, clenching and moving for minutes.

He made no move to withdraw himself from her and she drifted to sleep in his arms, joined in body, joined in soul, joined in magic.

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