CHAPTER 25: Honeymooning
AUTHORS: Ladyfun & TiAdoro914 Collaboration
DISCLAIMERS: We own none of this, it all belongs to JK. It's her world, we just borrow some of it.
A/N: TiAdoro914 &Ladyfun: Apologies for the shorter than normal chapter sizes and longer than normal wait times between updates. Holiday festivities and RL calls. We are back on track, thanks for sticking with us. Please note, naughty honeymoon sex. Much lady lovin' from here on out, so buckle up, and if it's not your thing, you should tread lightly. Enjoy the honeymooning!
It was their first full day on the island, and after a leisurely morning in bed full of non-leisurely sex, they padded off to the kitchen for some much needed sustenance. Wrapped in only the throws from their room, the two dug into the refrigerator, ravenous.
Pulling out a variety of fruits and cheeses, and knocking over several bottles as she pilfered out some crackers, Fleur sounded like a pirate as she proclaimed, "Ahoy, matey! I 'ave discovered our plunder, 'ermione!" She gave the brunette a lavicious waggle of her eyebrows, causing Hermione to giggle at the rarely displayed goofiness of Fleur Delacour.
They ate on the balcony that overlooked the sea, chatting about the spectacular view and how happy they were to be alone together.
Hermione gave Fleur a reflective glance, and it was then that Hermione decided to broach the subject they had carefully avoided for the past few days.
"So…uh, Fleur?" Hermione began tentatively. "Honey…we've rather put this off, long enough, don't you think?"
"Put off what? I zink zat zere iz little we 'ave put off, n'est-ce pas?" The Veela said, in a low voice, and another waggle of the eyebrows.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Merlin's beard! Is everything sex with you Delacours?"
Fleur shrugged. "Eh. We are Veela."
Hermione grimaced, playfully. "So I've heard. I wasn't sure…but thanks for confirming. So, stop diverting, Fleur. Do you want to talk about it?"
"About what?" Fleur said, oblivious.
Hermione huffed. "Bloody Hell, Fleur!"
"Je suis desolee, dear. I've just been very well serviced, sexually, by ze love of my life! Forgive me if ze brain cells are a little empty at ze moment!" Fleur said, grinning broadly.
Hermione looked skyward, pausing to collect her thoughts. Sighing, she said, "I have resigned myself to the fact you are nothing but one big erogenous zone, dear. But I think it's time come out of the love cocoon for a moment, and we actually discuss it."
"It?"
"Yes... IT. It, Fleur! 'It'…being Gaby. As well as 'it' being Andy." Hermione said, declaratively.
Fleur paused, mid bite of pita. "Oh. That it."
"Yes."
Fleur hummed, and looked towards the water for a long moment, without saying anything. Finally she looked at Hermione, her expression somewhat unreadable. "Forgive me. Sex brain aside...I just…I don't know what to zink 'ermione." Fleur shook her head, her blonde tresses with sunlight glinting off of the ends. "Eet waz…unexpected."
Hermione nodded, thinking that was the understatement of the century, but let Fleur take a moment to organized what she wanted to say, anyway.
Fleur sighed. "I mean, of course all zat I want for 'er iz 'appiness, obviously. 'appiness and love. So I don't want to begrudge 'er anyzing zat brings 'er zat 'appiness, oui?"
Fleur paused, once again, looking out at the water.
It was obvious to Hermione that Fleur was struggling with being a protective older sister of a younger sister but being respectful of the adult Gabrielle had grown into. The sincere thought Fleur was putting into balancing those two things made Hermione respect her wife that much more.
Fleur's next words were measured. "I 'ave to ask you, 'ermione… do you 'onestly zink zat she could 'ave zat wiz Andromeda Black? Really, truly? Love and 'appiness?" Fleur ran her long fingers through her blond hair, thinking carefully. "I don't know anyzing about 'er ozer zan the limited zings Tonks 'as said over ze years, and one or two family dinners over at zeir 'ouse, of which ze focus was always on Teddy, so she never really made an impression, I suppose."
Hermione nodded understandingly, as Fleur took a long drink of bubbly water.
The brunette acknowledged, "I imagine you weren't attending dinner and looking at Tonks' mum from the perspective of 'oh, gee…this is the woman who's going to be snogging my younger sister in the future,' so….yeah. Life can be funny, can't it, though?"
Fleur nodded, a thin smile adorning her face.
Hermione realized her wife was waiting. Waiting for reassurance, in some capacity; Hermione wasn't sure she could offer that, exactly. Instead, she began, "Well, for my part…. I do know Andromeda, but not well. She was a peripheral part of the Order during the war; she and Ted never actually joined, but were always in the thick of it. Remember, we used their house for 'the seven potters' mission? You were there!"
"I know." Fleur said, quietly.
They let the fact Fleur had been married to someone other than Hermione then go without mentioning.
Instead, Hermione continued, "So, I've had some limited interactions with her in the past, just like you….but it was obviously several years ago. And while I've never really considered Andromeda Black in great detail before, I will say this: she's a really strong woman, and a really talented woman, Fleur. And she has depth, Fleur. Think about her background! She grew up in the middle of the first wizarding war, with the same horrific influences as Narcissa and Bellatrix. Yet, she alone made the decision to not let archaic prejudices and the oppressive influence of the Black family name keep her from love, and a life she thought was more sane."
Fleur cocked her head, listening intently. She had never heard the entire story of Tonks' parents…only pained snippets here and there, from her Auror partner as well as random comments by Order members and the Weasleys, in the past.
She was grateful to Hermione for filling in the gaps, now.
Hermione continued. "She met and fell in love with Ted when they were at Hogwarts…and from what I understand, the times were very different then, Fleur. As disgusting as I thought some people treated me for being muggleborn…I can't imagine what Ted Tonks went through. And the fact Andromeda looked past all of that, and loved him? It says a lot about her character, Fleur. She had to leave her family completely behind to follow her heart. From what I know, it was awful for all three of the sisters. Minerva said there were never siblings as tight as the Black sisters at Hogwarts…ever."
Fleur nodded, remaining silent.
"And in the war, Voldemort's snatchers killed her husband. It was not a quick and painless death, either. I'm sure it was retaliation for daring to marry 'above his station' as the snatchers never came after Andy. She's a very talented witch and every interaction I've had with her, although limited, were always quite kind. And honestly, even if you knew nothing first hand, you would have to respect the way she picked up her life in the wake of being disowned and her husband being murdered."
"What do you mean?"
"Fleur…you did know she refused her inheritance, right?"
"No…I 'ad no idea! But…she and Mr. Tonks seemed to 'ave done alright for zemselves…"
Hermione shook her head. "No, Fleur. Andy did alright for them." She clarified. "She parleyed her background knowledge of the finer things from growing up a Black...and combined it with her natural interests, that of her passion for cooking and preparing dinners…and she and Ted quietly bought a vinery in Italy. That quickly became two, then four…and she is really intelligent and made smart investments, Fleur."
"Zat doesn't surprise me. All of ze Black women seem quite…savvy."
"Everything the Tonks' had, was from Andy's shrewd investments and oversight, was my understanding. She once told me less than 1% of wine that Brits drink is actually produced in Great Britian. We import practically all of our wine, here."
"Zat iz 'ardly shocking, to a French woman, 'ermione." Fleur smirked. "And what did you say to ze apparent closet sommelier? What did you say to zat?" Fleur chuckled.
"I said, 'I'm glad my drink of choice is butterbeer!'" Hermione replied, proudly.
They both laughed.
"My wife…ze lightweight." Fleur said, fondly, as she shook her head.
Hermione shrugged, nonplussed. "Eh…well. Drinking interfered with studying. Anyway…that's what I know about Andromeda Black. And I can honestly say I never once considered her in the…uh, sexual capacity. For a variety of reasons…"
Fleur's eyes darkened. "Well, zat's a good zing." She said, her jaw tightening, at the mere consideration of Hermione considering anyone in the "sexual capacity" other than her rightful mate.
Hermione laughed, out loud taking in the jealous expression of her Veela bride. "Fleur! Really? She's old enough to be my mother—uh... Wait! Forget I said that..."
Fleur's eyes went from jealous and possessive to alarmed, in one second flat. "Merde!" Fleur said, abandoning her water in favor of going to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine, instead.
Hermione looked out the water, following Fleur's sudden departure. She was thinking about how to pull the proverbial foot out of her mouth when her wife finally returned.
"Fleur…I'm sorry. I said that, without thinking, you know?"
Fleur sighed. "Eet iz impossible not to say zat. I'm not mad, 'ermione…eet's ze truth. I'm just worried."
Hermione nodded, moving over to sit next to Fleur. Rubbing her arm gently, she redirected the conversation. "What does Tonks say when she speaks of her mother?" Hermione asked.
Fleur gave a sad smile. "Well, she loves 'er…very much. Tonks talks about what a gifted witch 'er mozzer iz, all ze time." Fleur took a long drink of wine, trying to remember all the past conversations the two had had, in the past. There had been so many as the Auror passed the time on stake outs, or traveling together; now her mind seemed blank. Fleur thought, struggling to remember.
"Ah….let me see. I remember 'er saying Andromeda iz apparently a wonderful chef, je sais." Fleur spoke, in a rambling and melodic tone.
Hermione couldn't help but to be captured, watching Fleur's lips as she spoke.
The French Goddess continued "Tonks gave me ze impression zat she waz clearly a loving mozzer, 'as always been zere for Tonks. Obviously, she iz a wonderful grandmozzer to Teddy."
They both winced at the word "grandmother," but left that elephant alone.
Fleur continued. "We 'ave spoken briefly at times about 'ow 'ard eet waz to be estranged from 'er family and 'ow zat 'urt 'er considerably. She could barely even talk about 'er childhood az I understood az eet made 'er too sad. I waz so 'opeful when we first met zat Cissy said they were working to come togezer again, non? I believe eet waz very 'ard for boz of zem."
Hermione nodded her agreement.
"Yes, I'd have gone barmy, Fleur… what a terrible upbringing they both experienced. But that still doesn't answer the question, Fleur."
"Yes?" She said, looking away, taking a nervous drink of wine.
"Fleur…what do you think about her, with your sister?"
Hermione put it out there….way out there. The smartest witch of her era watched her wife closely, and noted all the infinitesimal things other would have neglected to observe. The tiny shake of her hand, as she brought her wine glass to her lips; the faint grimace, and the overly long blink that Fleur's long eyelashes made, after that question was posed.
"I …I don't know what to zink, 'ermione. Not yet, I guess," Fleur said, honestly. Her blue eyes looked at Hermione, full of worry. "I mean, I want 'er to be 'appy… more zan anyzing! I love 'er so very much, 'ermione."
Hermione nodded, listening.
"But…I am scared. I am really scared. Eet's so 'ard to wrap my mind around zis idea of zem…together. It seems absurd, ze idea of Gaby and Andy! And yet…"
Fleur fell silent.
Hermione offered, "…And yet, we have conclusive proof to the contrary, as witnessed by our very own eyes, right?"
They both looked at each other, and in spite of the heaviness of the conversation, they both started cracking up, remembering the insanity of that afternoon busting in on their rather torrid lovemaking.
"And many ozzer eyes 'ave zat 'conclusive proof,' as well, too." Fleur added, giggling.
"Eyes that will never un-see that afternoon, in fact." Hermione agreed, in mock-seriousness.
They continued giggling, with Hermione calming down first.
The brunette pondered the matter, finally admitting, "The age thing isn't as weird for me as the fact I had to listen to Gaby bitch and bitch and bitch about what a horrid person she was, for weeks!" Hermione threw up her arms. "My God, she practically took on this…blood vendetta against Andy, determined to avenge her Cissy!"
Fleur paused, her critical Auror mind thinking. "Oui. Zat was very true, 'ermione. Zey were at each ozzers throats...I kind of forgot zat."
Hermione looked at her, incredulous. "How could you forget that? It was all Gaby talked about, for days!"
Fleur seemed to have a Eureka moment. She said cryptically, "Zere iz a thin line, between love and 'ate, oui?"
"If you say so."
"I do say so… Veela are passionate beings, 'ermione. I've 'eard, for some, when we first find our mates…zere can be zis burst of fighting…passion gone awry, zey say. But I guess sometimes zat makes zings more interesting for zome, oui? I zink zat iz ze case for Gabrielle, non?"
Hermione laughed. "Oh my God. Of course!"
Fleur nodded.
"Well, Fleur….that makes sense for Gabrielle!" Hermione chuckled. "I've had to defuse a drama or two with that spitfire, in the past few years…. She is all passion, that one!"
"So, maybe eet iz not so crazy?" Fleur said, slowly. "Eet would make sense zat she could easily go from 'ate to love. Zat's not too difficult for me to understand, az a Veela, I guess."
Hermione thought about what she said. "You know, Fleur…. I'm also not that surprised by the fact that Andromeda is older than her. "
"Why?"
Hermione laughed, fondly remembering their early days. "When Narcissa first arrived at Hogwarts, ohmiGod….Fleur, she flirted with her.. shamelessly! Shamelessly!"
Fleur grinned, rather proudly.
"Of course, it was all in good fun, and she always said she was joking. But she wasn't really…she likes older women! Now that I think about it…. I easily see her with someone who can challenge her, push her, and match her level of passion."
Hermione paused, thinking it over.
"And…I guess… if that means Andromeda Black…well then? Okay. Okay…then. That's wonderful for her." Hermione gave an appraising look at her wife. "You know…you Delacour women are quite the handful," Hermione said, completely seriously. "As such, it is going to take a very strong woman to tame the likes of the littlest one!"
"Well, I don't zink zat anyone could tame her, nor would I want zem too…" Fleur replied, after playfully swatting Hermione's bare thigh.
Hermione giggled, as Fleur started getting handsy with her. She paused Fleur's hands, needed to say one final thing.
"I am nervous, however…" Hermione said, looking at the Veela rather tentatively. "Nervous about how your Maman will handle this…coupling, however."
Fleur eyes widened. The ramifications of Mama Bear Delacour had not crossed her radar, until Hermione's comment. Fleur nearly hyperventilated when realization hit her. Several minutes later, after Hermione had finally calmed her down, she looked at her bride with panic.
"Maman? Mon Dieu, 'ermione! I zink zat Maman iz going to be very upset."
"I think that's a given, Fleur."
"Only because of …'er age." Fleur said, her voice rising slightly with panic.
"As I said…I think that's a given."
Fleur was now in full blown panic. "Her age, 'ermione! 'er age! I mean, I just don't know any way around eet! She iz ze older sister of 'er mate, 'ermione!"
Hermione forced herself to remain deliberately calm. "Yes, Fleur. She is."
Fleur was standing, and pacing. "But…but eef she iz Gaby's mate, zen zere iz nozzing we can do, about eet, right? Maman must understand zat, right? But mates? Zat would 'onestly be crazy, non!?"
Taking Fleur's hand in hers, and pulling her back down to the couch. "Please be calm, Fleur." Hermione shook her head. "I guess that's the big unknown, right?" She wrapped Fleur up in her arms, squeezing her tightly, and reassuring her, as she offered, "I can tell you Fleur, as your mate…. no matter what anyone would have said to me back then, there was nothing that anyone could have done to dissuade me from you. No one would have then; no will now-or ever-keep me, from you."
She pulled back, looking at Fleur with determination. Seeing Fleur's obvious nerves, Hermione softened, and rubbed her arms again, the tactile comfort needed by the Veela. Fleur let out a sigh.
Hermione cocked her head, and said, "So, Fleur, if it is indeed true love? If they are mates… you need to stop flogging yourself. Frankly, it's out of your hands. If that becomes the case, then I'm thrilled for Gaby. I will do whatever is necessary to support her. I just want her happiness, Fleur, just as much as you do."
Fleur smiled broadly at her wife, so proud of her yet again. Hermione had managed to put her priorities straight. "You're right, my love." Fleur acknowledged, as she kissed Hermione, quickly. "I must agree wiz my wife, zen. We shall wait and see, but az long as Gabrielle iz 'appy," she said, deepening her voice slightly. "And treated well…" she added, with a look, before continuing. "…Zen, I guess I support zem."
"Good." Hermione nodded. However, it didn't stop the Golden Girl from adding a quiet, "Merlin help us all…"
XOXOXOXO
"Mmmmmmmm. Hi, Fleur," Hermione nuzzled into her wife's neck, as her naked body was curled around the blonde's, gripping her tightly.
The day prior, the newlyweds had spent their time exploring the island, enjoying the sun, and of course...making love on the balcony under the stars, under a soft, warm blanket. All in all it was a perfect first day for the gorgeous newlywed couple. They went to bed exhausted, sun kissed and looking forward to the adventure that was planned for them the next day, per the note from their mothers.
Kissing Hermione's head gently, Fleur chuckled, "'ello my beautiful wife," giving Hermione a gentle hug.
Waking up like this was utter bliss, as they found themselves often discussing before, during, and after the referenced "waking up." Yet today's awakening was filled with energy, as Hermione was clearly very excited for the day's events.
She was unrepentantly excited, having never taken a non-mandated vacation once in her professional life; it amused Fleur to no end. Having this much downtime was so obviously unusual for the Gryffindor, Fleur realized, and she found herself wondering if her highly driven younger wife had ever taken a vacation of 10 days before...ever. Her thoughts grew more serious as she thought why that might be, and then about the childhood Hermione had sacrificed for everyone else, and resolved herself to make the Golden Girl relax and enjoy herself. She deserved it.
And as much as the French part of Fleur loved the bedroom part of their honeymoon, she had to admit, Hermione's childlike wonder was infectious. They were both excited to know they were going on an adventure together that day.
"Can I get the envelope?" she asked eagerly, big brown eyes dancing with excitement looking up at her wife.
Fleur nodded, watching Hermione bound out of bed. After returning from a quick visit to the en suite, Hermione grabbed their Day 2 envelope and launched herself at Fleur, diving back under the covers and into her arms. Settling herself down between Fleur's legs, she rested her elbows on either side of Fleur's stomach and plopped the letter down onto Fleur's bare body. She read aloud.
"Good Morning darlings! Today Calla and Mara should arrive at the Estate around 10:30am to retrieve you. You are scheduled to spend the day on the yacht! They will pack a lunch for you to have onboard, so all you need to bring is yourselves, some sunscreen (and Gabrielle demands credit for the ridiculously skimpy bikini designated for Hermione that she packed...and requests much groveling from her big sister, in repayment for said efforts.)."
Reading that, Hermione chuckled, shaking her head, and looking up to see the devious smirk on her wife's face.
"Ah, yes...'ave I mentioned zat I love my little sister, lately? Such a good sister, zat one!"
"Once or twice, you may have mentioned it, Fleur." Hermione said absentmindedly, as she frowned, thinking about her likely upcoming indecent exposure. She continued reading.
"Ensure you bring sunscreen you two (obviously Cissy's reminder) and have a wonderful day! If the weather is not ideal, you can plan for the yachting to happen tomorrow, or the next sunny day of your honeymoon. Kisses!
Love, Maman, Cissy and of course...Gabrielle.
Post Script (from Gaby): Dearest sisters...Did you enjoy the toys I packed for you? Wink wink.
Post Post Script (from Maman and Cissy): We are formally requesting not to be informed about any outcomes related to Gabrielle's post scripts. Now or in the future, as long as you both shall live...for the record.
"Toys?" Hermione asked looking up at her wife. "I don't recall seeing any toys…"
"Well zat iz right, you should not 'ave seen anyzing. I unpacked zem." Fleur gave her a dangerous look. "And...my little curious bride..you will see zem, on a 'need to know basis,' when eets time," Fleur winked, "and you...need to know. Comprenez-vous?"
"But...I need to know, Fleur!" She gave a playful whine.
"Non. You do not need to know everyzing, nosey!"
"Yesssss, I doooooo..." She said, with a teasing grin.
Slowly sliding herself up her wife's delicious body, Hermione placed small kisses in a trail up her stomach, taking a moment to kiss each perfectly pink nipple before continuing on her journey. The slow, tantalizing path, the feel of her wife and the view of Hermione's backside as she made her way to Fleur's lips was delicious and sheer torture for a feral Veela.
"I have a natural academic curiousity, Fleur. Pleasssseeee?"
"Non!" Fleur grinned, stubbornly.
Fleur soon decided stubborness was overrated, as she was soon practically moaning when her made continued to drag her body across the surface of Fleur's skin, her taut nipples grazing against Fleur's hardening ones, and ignighting her desires, so effortlessly. As Hermione's lips finally found their way to the overwhelmed Veela, already drowning in arousal, Fleur seriously considered giving in. Gripping Hermione tightly, the two kissed, with growing intensity until Hermione slowly pulled back looking into the blue eyes that so lovingly gazed up at her.
Cracking into a huge smile, she said, "Okay, fine. Keep your silly sex artifacts private, goose! Those of us will skill find we don't need them...anyway."
Hermione braced herself for the full-on tackle that came barrelling into her side, and giggled as Fleur tickled her merclessly. Hyperventilating, Hermione cried uncle, and declared excitedily, "Oh, Fleur! Look at the time! Great Scott...it's time to get ready, Fleur! OhFleurIcan'twaittogoout on the yacht!"
Hermione was practically vibrating with glee. "And..Where is this ridiculous bathing suit that Gabs packed for me? Hey, Fleur! Can we eat? Fleur! Coffeeeeeeeeeeee?"
Fleur's head was spinning with the flight of ideas of her happy and giddy bride, nearly getting whiplash.
So this is what a happy Hermione Granger looks like as Hermione Delacour. I like it. Fleur thought to herself.
Out loud, she said, "Yes love, we can get ready. I suppose we only 'ave an 'our before Calla and Mara will arrive."
The two prepared for the day, Hermione grumbling as the bikini Gaby packed for her was exactly as billed; minimal material, and absolutely quite revealing. Of course she had a few options, but Fleur insisted, begged, and even pulled out the puppy dog eyes for Hermione to wear the skimpiest one packed for her by Gaby, to which Hermione begrudgingly agreed.
Hermione groaned.
She was not like Fleur and Gabrielle, after all. She never felt beautiful; it never came naturally to her, as it so effortlessly did to the two Veela sisters. They wouldn't understand her discomfort, she realized. On most days, Hermione felt modest, and silly... not sexy.
But little did Hermione know, she was stunning, and her wife felt like the luckiest woman in the world to have her. Fleur couldn't believe she was the one to get to touch her, kiss her, and make love to her. The Veela, rather selfishly and secretly, loved the fact Hermione was oblivious to the fact she had grown into a gorgeous woman, and was so bashful about her looks.
Fleur chuckled, thinking to herself. Everyone knows my woman is gorgeous; dolled up, dressed down, running frantically around Hogwarts, it doesn't matter. Hermione is fucking beautiful, and she's grown into a stunning witch. And she's all mine. Mine! Elle m'appartient à moi, et personne d'autre!
"What are you thinking about, Goose?"
"Oh nozzing." Fleur laughed. "Just 'ow life iz funny, oui? Ze most obvious zings in ze world are sometimes...not so obvious."
Hermione gave her a quizzical look, as they both threw on cover-ups, of various floral prints. Hermione headed back to the kitchen to retire her second cup of coffee when she heard a knock on the door.
"Fleur! They're here, I think!"
Calla and Mara had arrived. Greeting the two Veela, Hermione chuckled, not surprised in the slightest that they were, of course, stunning. Calla had long, straight dark hair, beautiful olive skin, bright brown eyes and a delicious curvy figure. Mara was slightly shorter than Calla, with similar, but slightly lighter features, and easily the more muscular, while still feminine, of the two. Fleur, hearing the commotion, came out and squealed, and spoke in rapid french, kissing and greeted her fellow Veela.
They were all subtly marshalled out to the balcony by the Golden Girl, rather discretely, in order to obtain just one more cup of coffee.
I really must do something about my wife's addiction, Fleur mused to herself. Thank God He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named never learned he could have dismantled the Golden Trio by gaining a chokehold on England's coffee imports.
Their Veela guests, happily explained to Hermione and Fleur about what they had planned for the day.
They were lucky as the day was sunny and hot, not a cloud in sight. If the wind picked up in the afternoon as expected, they might even be able to raise the sails to have a go around the island. The 62 foot Oyster yacht was equipped with two staterooms, a paddleboard, kayak and even snorkeling gear for the witches to enjoy.
XOXOXOXO
The four witches apparated down to the docks, where Calla and Mara had everything ready for their day on the water. The yacht was beautiful, it was huge and the matching grins and Fleur and Hermione's faces were priceless. This was a first for them both, being on a huge yacht, for just the two of them, for an entire day. It was over-the-top romantic. They were shown around the yacht and given some basic information. They sat on the bow as the Veela couple prepared the yacht and set them on their course. They sailed for the next hour, Fleur leaning back on some cushions with Hermione settled between her legs as they chatted about the view and how peaceful it was on the water.
They both found Calla and Mara to be wonderful hosts, Mara was below deck preparing their lunch while Calla steered the ship. They were headed to the Perissa Beach in Santorini where they would anchor in off a more secluded area of the cove to allow for lunch and time for Hermione and Fleur to enjoy and experience the beautiful waters of the Greek Islands.
When they arrived at their destination after the peaceful sail, the witches mouths simultaneously hung open, rather uncharacteristic for the two, as they took in the beauty in front of them. The cove was almost deserted, as they saw a black sandy beaches surrounded by the deep blue, although shallow water, due to the black sands. Their were rock formations on both sides of the cove and the cliffs above the beach was littered with white homes with blue awnings and then even more cliffs leading to the top of Santorini.
It was stunning.
Mara appeared on deck to let them know their lunch was ready, if they would like to eat now or after a swim. Hermione looked to Fleur with a grin from under the newly perched floppy hat covering her fair skin and freckles and replied without even asking. "I zink we would like to jump in eef zat would be alright? My wife iz quite excited for a swim."
"Of course! Enjoy, I'll have everything ready for you when you return back onboard."
Stripping themselves of their cover-ups, Fleur in a strapless cotton dress, Hermione in khaki shorts and tank, they ventured to the aft and climbed down the ladder that Calla had secured for them, onto the wood. Holding hands, the witches jumped into the water, coming up laughing as they immediately swam into the others arms.
"This is so beautiful, Fleur!"
"Eet iz ma belle!" Fleur agreed. "Az are you, my beautiful one," she replied sweetly, leaning in for a kiss as she pulled Hermione flush against her.
Hermione wrapped her legs around Fleur, still using one arm to help keep them afloat, and the witches kissed while bobbing in the Agean Sea under the rays of the sun. Fleur's hands, of course, made their way swiftly down to Hermione's backside as she slowly slid her fingers under Hermione's bikini bottoms.
Whispering into her wife's ear, she purred, "you, my wife, are zee most beautiful zing in zis world. Do you 'ear me? And seeing you like zis, so 'appy, carefree and full of smiles ... eet makes my 'eart so full eet could burst!" Fleur licked her already wet lips. "I...I can't get enough of you 'ermione," she finished, as her teeth gently pulled on Hermione's earlobe, causing the younger woman to shudder in her arms.
"Fleur. You have no idea what you do to me my love..."
"You 'ave no idea what you are doing to me, right now, 'ermione..." growled Fleur, pressing their bodies closer.
Hermione redirected the aroused Veela. "Fleur," she said gently, fingers grazing Fleur's cheek, "Oh, Fleur...the feel of you, the touch of you, the sight of you?" Hermione fell silent, trembling. She looked back up at Fleur, with desire and happiness. "Fleur. I...the...well." She shook her head. "I shan't be embarrassed, for I love it...so Fleur, let me tell you, I crave...the taste of you," Hermione said, deliberately, while groaning into Fleur's ear. "You set me on fire, Fleur. You challenge me, you love me, support me, and help me to grow everyday. I love you so much... wife," she whispered, pulling back to look into Fleur's eyes.
"I want you, in every way, 'ermione. I love you."
It was a moment the two would never forget, as they held onto one another in the sea.
XOXOXOXO
The next few hours were spent eating a delicious meal with Calla and Mara, who then fitted them with snorkeling gear after some time spent lounging in the sun. Naturally, Hermione had required careful and methodical application of sunscreen (as well as a sun-protecting charm!) on both witches under the Gryffindor's careful eye; fortunately, the guest Veela's thought it rather cute that the legendary war hero was so afraid of a little sunburn.
"I'm not being melodramatic, ladies," Hermione insisted. "A sunburn is not only painful – it's dangerous, and comes with consequences. Sunburns cause DNA damage to the skin, and can accelerate skin aging...even for a Veela! Let's not even discuss the fact it increases your lifetime skin cancer risk to the tune of five or more sunburns can increase your lifetime melanoma risk by 80 percent!"
"Wow," Mara declared. "I've no idea what you just said."
Calla just giggled. "Hermione, I've been told, many times, you were the smartest witch ever to graduate Hogwarts...but it's something altogether different when seeing it put, uh, into action." Calla grinned.
"Safety first!" Proclaimed Hermione, seriously.
Fleur kissed her, smiling.
Snorkeling was amazing. While the undersea life might not be teeming with fish, it was the black sand that was truly hypnotizing to see up close. Black sand was the only type of sand on Santorini as the island was formed by volcano's, so the terrain was unique and beautiful.
They explored the cove, chatting animatedly about what they were seeing, staying close to another as they went. After returning to their yacht, they floated alongside for another bit of time enjoying the sea, until Calla called to them that Mara had fixed them an afternoon snack and that it was close to the time for them to head back so they could enjoy the sunset from the other side of Therasia.
It was the perfect day for the witches, who not only enjoyed every moment they had together, but truly enjoyed the time they spent with Mara and Calla. Of course Hermione took some time to ask them several questions about Veela culture, Veela bondings, mates, and the like, as they were the first two Veela that she met spent considerable time with outside of the Delacour women. She loved learning more about her wife's culture and traditions and even Fleur enjoyed hearing stories of other Veela mates who enjoyed the Estate for their own honeymoons over the years. Mara and Calla had not grown up in Greece, but happened to also be French Veela, but their love of the sea lead them to Therasia. They loved what they did, they loved meeting so many Veela who enjoyed the Estate and they loved the time they were able to spend together on the water.
They had truly made an impression on Hermione throughout their conversations, and she was looking forward to talking more to Fleur about their future now that they were married and bonded.
XOXOXO
Back at the Estate, Fleur wasted no time once she had Hermione alone.
All day Hermione had to keep Fleur's hands from wandering to far inside her bikini, and she knew she was in for it when they returned. She did not expect it to be the second they walked into their room, however. Fleur had Hermione pinned up against a wall in the hallway, making quick work to remove Hermione's shorts and tank, her own cover-up ripped away from her body as soon as they had entered the door.
Fleur's eyes were dark, and slightly dangerous. "All day, 'ermione... I've craved you." The Veela growled. She leaned closer, speaking in a low, demanding voice. "I've craved so many zings... like, to be inside you."
Hermione inadvertently moaned, causing Fleur to press closer.
"...To make you come undone. All day, I've 'ad to watch you move aboutin zat damned little bikini!" Fleur actually growled, saying this. She looked feral, and determined, her arms pinning Hermione against the door. "Your body mocking me... looking so delicious. You are mine."
Her hands were groping, moving everywhere, and Hermione couldn't help the rush of arousal just the sound of Fleur's husky voice had elicited in her body. Her breath caught when Fleur made her last deliberate statement.
"And, Hermione... I need you. Now."
Turning Hermione around, she pinned her hands above her head against the wall and pulled the strings holding the bikini top together revealing Hermione's bare back with two slight white tan lines showing up against her skin, kissed golden from the sun. Fleur leaned into her wife, pulling her ponytail to the side, kissing her freckled shoulder and neck, her lips becoming increasingly demanding.
Fleur's hands quickly found purchase on Hermione's hips, as she ground her own needy center into Hermione's backside.
"Fleur…" Hermione moaned softly, voice shaky with arousal.
Fighting to turn around, Fleur held Hermione steady. "Non. I beg you, my little vixen...Pleaze. Wait."
She raked her nails up Hermione's side to caress the sides of her breasts, now dangling barely by the top hanging loosely around Hermione's neck. Fleur kissed Hermione's spine as she slowly made her way down her back, alternating between kisses, licks and slight nips and bites of the brunette's skin until she reached the small of her back and the gentle swell of Hermione's behind. Gripping the offending bikini bottoms with her teeth, she slowly pulled them away from Hermione's skin and using one hand to keep Hermione still, holding her back gently, the other helped to pull Hermione's bottoms down the expanse of her legs.
Her newly exposed behind, so firm and soft, was of the purest white, and Fleur took it in, growing dizzy with arousal. Hermione's tan lines exposed to Fleur, drove the Veela mad with arousal, and desire was now coursing through every vein in her body.
She growled at the sight.
"Fucking...my God. 'ermione. You are so fucking sexy."
The blonde's hands were insistently caressing Hermione's bare bottom. With a groan, Fleur dragged her body, her naked breasts sliding up Hermione's back, and finally forcefully turned her around, crashing her lips into Hermione's. They were both panting, as they pressed into one another.
Fleur was relieved to find they were both shaking with need, and painfully aroused with need for the other. Sometimes she wondered if Hermione realized what an animal she turned Fleur into, sometimes, and how much she wanted to fuck her.
Fortunately, the insanity seemed to be mutual, as the couple stumbled down the hallway, attached at the lips, making their way to their bedroom.
XOXOXOX
"More…please! Faster…ohhhhhhhhh…" Hermione cried, as her wife thrust in and out of her. "Fuck, Fleur...oh, God!"
They were sweaty and sore, several rounds into lovemaking that evening. Fleur was simply relentless in her pursuit of bringing Hermione to orgasm, over and over again.
Currently, Fleur had a large black feeldoe inserted into herself, with the other end pummeling into Hermione. Because it was magically enchanted to bring both users incredible amounts of pleasure, they could not get enough and seemed rather insatiable, despite having had multiple orgasams already. Without straps, without harnesses, the feeldoe fit neatly into Fleur's center, and it's shape and carefully designed ridges hit her clit as she pounded mercilessly into her lover.
It was so intense.
They were so incredibly close.
Their bodies meshed together, Hermione's legs wrapped around her wife, who above her continued to thrust into her, bringing her closer and closer to yet another orgasm, blunt and hard.
Looking down at her wife, Fleur was so fucking aroused at the sight of Hermione. Her hair was a mess, her lips swollen from hours of relentless kissing, her body covered with small marks from Fleur absolutely feasting on her. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth hanging open, moaning with pleasure, rather wantonly. Fleur had never seen anything quite so beautiful in her entire life than her wife on the edge of orgasm. The generally proper and overtly careful Hermione Granger Delacour looked so completely undone when underneath Fleur, when they were fucking.
And it was unbelievably arousing to Fleur to know that she was the only person who made Hermione feel like this, and she was the only person who would ever see her like... this.
She slowly gripped and lifted Hermione's right leg, opening Hermione wider, and giving herself more room to fully pound into Hermione's opening. She watched her wife's eyes open widely at the sudden change in angle of the shaft inside her, with the adjustment. Fleur gave Hermione a look she completely understood, a check-in of sorts to ensure she was still okay, and with a nod of her head and a smile reserved solely for her wife, Fleur continued on. Alternating between slowly pulling in and out of Hermione and pounding her hard, they both were enjoying this new feeling, this new toy, and the new sensations that were passing between them.
"God damn it, Fleur...don't fucking stop!"
"Never, 'ermione. I will never stop."
Hermione, from her position could not get enough. She was hot, sweaty, and thoroughly fucked. What they were doing, was fucking...make no mistake. Hermione stared at Fleur above her, with her fucking perfect breasts swinging, moving with a bouncing motion as Fleur fucked herself deep into her wife's opening. It was sexy in a way that lacked words, to the younger woman. Fleur's hair had been pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head, with tendrils falling all around her face, messy little curls sticking on her hairline. It was sexy just been fucked hair, Fleur-style.
With one final shift, giving herself better leverage, Fleur brought her thumb to Hermione's rock hard clit, as she pressed her core hard into Hermione. The Veela continued to fuck her, roughly, until she came, hard.
With a torrential scream, uttering Fleur's name and a moan, Hermione climaxed, rather violently. Watching her come undone completely was enough to send Fleur over the edge herself, finally falling on top of her wife, the shaft of their toy still buried inside Hermione.
"Fleur…" Hermione gasped, words failing her. "Wow…"
"Oui…wow. Wow, indeed. I say again, 'ave I mentioned I love my little sister? Zanks Gabs," Fleur chuckled softly. "How in ze 'ell did she know about zis zing?"
"I'm not sure I want to know," Hermione replied softly, "but I'm glad she did."
XOXOXOXOX
The next morning Fleur woke up to a still sleeping Hermione buried in her arms. It was early still, she could tell by the faint light in their room coming from the balcony, and she took a moment to simply enjoy the peace and enjoy her wife wrapped up beside her.
Hermione was so beautiful, so peaceful looking snuggled in next to her, she was breathing soundly and looked like she had not a care in the world. It made Fleur endlessly happy to wake up to her, to hold her like this and to know she was hers.
While Fleur was Veela, she always had a healthy sexual appetite, but nothing, nothing quite turned her on or aroused her like her wife. And while she had always appreciated the beauty of others before, and deep down felt that when she found the right person, she would be insatiable, she was rather chaste in her precious sexual encounters.
Then came Hermione. And she just simply could not get enough. She wanted her all the time. She wanted to be close to her, to kiss her, to ravish her, and make her come undone. She longed for Hermione when they were apart. Regardless of that apart was days or weeks or simply hours or minutes.
But beyond the sexual desire she had from her wife simply from thinking her to be the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes on, she was also deeply attracted to Hermione because of her heart, her mind, her laughter and her smile. She challenged her. Loved her. Protected her. And pushed her. She was the perfect match for Fleur in every way.
And while she rarely woke up before the brunette, typically rousing when she heard the melodic sounds of Hermione's morning greeting, today she smirked deviously as she knew exactly how she wanted to wake up her bride.
Slowly peeling herself out of Hermione's grip, she wiggled down the bed and shifted Hermione's still sleeping legs apart ever so slowly until Hermione was on her back. Taking a moment to look at her wife, her legs open wide for her, the steady rise and fall of her breasts, gods she was gorgeous.
Fleur slowly and ever so gentle used two of her fingers to spread Hermione's lips apart and using just her soft, plush lips, placed soft kisses on Hermione's right thigh, making her way to Hermione's center, and using the tip of her tongue, running it softly up the length of Hermione's core. Ever so gently, she returned to Hermione's opening, and began to slowly flatted her tongue swirling around the opening gently, licking her and relishing in the sweet taste of her wife.
Trying to ensure she did not get carried away too soon, she continued on slowly loving her wife's pussy, running her tongue up and down, slowly pushing inside and then making her way back to Hermione's clit.
She felt her wife starting to shift, and she continued on loving her witches center, stopping only for a moment to look up at her wife's still closed eyes. Continuing on, she used the tip of her tongue to began to gently flick Hermione's clit, knowing this would help her wife to start to rise. As expected, a breathy moan escaped from Hermione's lips. Fleur then flattened her tongue and with a bit more pressure began to make her way back to Hermione's opening, pushing in further to her sweet center.
"Fleur…" she heard. "Fleur…ohhhhhhhhh…."
Smiling to herself, she looked up to see Hermione's brown eyes slowly start to flutter open, looking down and holding her gaze. She continued on.
She loved being between Hermione's legs. She loved using her tongue to make love to her wife. To make her come undone. And Hermione loved it too.
Pressing more firmly into Hermione's core, she flicked her tongue upwards as her hand made it's way around Hermione's taunt thigh and using two fingers, she began to play with Hermione's clit.
Pleasure was flooding Hermione's body as she began to writhe around, moaning softly under her wife's ministrations.
Fleur was, of course, relentless. Hermione came. Hard, as she continued to suck on her center, using her fingers to draw out Hermione's orgasm. As soon as she was done, Fleur dragged her body, her breasts up to her wife's mouth, kissing her deeply as she buried two fingers to the hilt inside Hermione's still wet, still gaping center. Not allowing her a moment to come down, she kissed her with all the passion and love she felt for the woman beneath her, Hermione's hips bucking as Fleur's fingers slid in and out of her center, pulling up to hit that spongy spot as she entered. It did not take Hermione long to come undone again, and then again, under her wife's knowing fingers.
"Fleur…wow…good morning to me…" she smiled, her eyes complexly glazed over starting at the ceiling while Fleur lay next to her, drawing lazy patterns on Hermione's stomach. "You are insatiable my love. Not that I'm complaining."
"You make me zis way 'ermione. I can't, I won't ever get enough of you."
"And I you," Hermione said, slowly coming to her senses. What an absolutely delicious way to wake up.
"Coffee, ma belle?"
"Oh yes. But first there is something else I'd like to drink Fleur," grinning lasciviously, as she quickly topped Fleur and began to make her way down to Fleur's center with a positively sweet smile on her face.
XOXOXOXO
After proper morning caffeination had been procured from the kitchen, the wives met back in bed. The doors to the balcony stood open as a perfect breeze flowed in from the water as they lay under the covers.
"Shall I read our letter for today Fleur?"
The blonde nodded her head with a grin as Hermione opened the letter that was waiting on her lap.
"Good Morning beauties. We hope that you had a wonderful day on the yacht yesterday with Calla and Mara and were able to see some of the stunning black sandy beaches in the area. We thought after such an eventful day yesterday that you would like another quite day today to enjoy one another. Have a lovely day today and remember, if you need anything, Calla and Mara can procure anything you may want or need.
We love you,
Maman, Cissy and Gaby"
"A day to enjoy you, Fleur? That sounds downright perfect." Hermione smiled at the blonde, naked, stunning Veela wife of hers.
Much to Hermione's delight, Fleur finally relented and following breakfast, the two found themselves out on the balcony, both wearing comfortable soft shirts and shorts playing Yahtzee. Yes, Hermione's favorite muggle game. They had found a stash of Muggle and magical games in a closet in the hall and to Hermione's great delight, Yahtzee was in the mix.
After some persuading, pouting and kissing, Fleur's of course gave in to her brunette and they settled out on the balcony with drinks and the game.
Of course, with two extremely bright and competitive witches, regardless of their love for one another, several games ensued, with bets increasing as the games went on. Best two of three became three of five and then finally whomever won five games first was awarded a full-body 30 minute massage by their spouse.
Frankly, with that prize on the table, both wives were bound to 'win' and they knew it.
And they had so much fun. They were flirting and laughing like crazy, Fleur cursing up a storm when she could simply never seem to roll a large straight, Hermione laughing that simply nothing about her wife was straight. Hermione of course always seemed to manage to get those 40 points, much to Fleur's annoyance.
After 5 games, the scored was 2 to Fleur, 3 to Hermione, and they finally took a break to fix themselves lunch before returning to the competition. After returning with a tray of snacks, dips, pita, fruit and ice tea's, they settled down again for the next series of games.
They were having a blast. And it was exactly as a honeymoon should be. They were so happy to be together. Carefree. Sitting in the warm sun, overlooking the ocean, following a morning of making love in bed.
Games 3 and 4 went to Fleur and then 5 to Hermione. They had been at it for hours and were tied 4 games each. It was down to the final game when Fleur rolled a Yahtzee, practically jumping up from her seat with excitement. Hermione rolled next, a large straight, of course. It was down to their final two rolls, the scores looking relatively even as they both had earned enough points in the top section to each get the both 35 points. Hermione needed a full house, Fleur needed a four of a kind. And they both rolled it in their last two rolls. They were laughing so hard at that point, the odds totally against them and they knew it was a close game. After carefully adding up their scores, Fleur looked at her wife with a smirk. "And ma belle, what is your score?"
"315," Hermione stated proudly. That was good. "And…"
"Are you keeding me?! Seriously 'ermione? 315?"
Hermione nodding, laughing. "What's your damage, Fleur?"
"312." An absolutely adorable pout jutting out with her bottom lip. "Three leetle points! Three points and I would 'ave 'ad you massaging my naked body." Taking a moment, she flicked her blue eyes up to the sky and then grinned. A simply devious grin. Looking her wife dead in the eye, she slowly with a hunger in her voice, she replied.
"But clearly 'ermione...I won. You. Naked. Now."
"Eeek!" Hermione said, scooting out of reach of the grabby fingers. "You horn-dog Fleur! It's a massage! You don't get to molest me , Veela! You're supposed to be giving me my hard earned massage, damn it!"
Twenty minutes later, after putting away their leftovers into the kitchen, Hermione was naked, this time laying on the bed in their room.
The balcony doors still open welcoming a warm breeze into their room. A towel was laid across their bed and Fleur had brought out some massage oil that apparently Gabrielle must have packed in their toy bag. It was oil. It was edible. And it was also lube. And Fleur had some pretty naughty thoughts running through her head about all the ways she wanted to 'massage' her wife.
Everywhere.
Slowly pouring a good amount of oil onto her hands, Fleur began at Hermione's back. Working at her muscles, she found a few small knots around her shoulders that she had out within minutes. She focused on each of her wife's arms, and hands giving them both love and attention as she ensured she brought Hermione to a state of complete relaxation and peace.
Fleur was absolutely loving the small little noises of appreciation that Hermione was making, little moans, breathy groans, and she focused her fingers all of her body. And between these sounds, and her stunningly sexy little naked wife in her hands, Fleur was growing more and more aroused as the massage proceeded.
She focused on Hermione's feet, making sure to love each little toe before running her smooth hands over her calves, and paying special attention to the backs of Hermione's knee's with feather-light pressure. Strongly massaging her thighs, her thumbs pushing closer and closer to Hermione's center as she worked her way up to Hermione's tight little bum. Fuck Fleur loved Hermione's ass. Her wife was thin, naturally so, but her proportions were just perfect on her body. And Fleur could just not get enough of her little bum. She loved it. It was so perfect and sexy and just caressing the dip between her lower back and her bum drove Fleur wild with arousal. And make Hermione shudder with pleasure when Fleur touched her in that way.
She could not keep her hands away. She had to grab it. She loved it. So with a little more oil applied, Fleur went to work massaging her wife's delectable little bum. And by now she was practically a quivering mess of need. As was Hermione, Fleur noted by the clear arousal she could see between her thighs.
"Turn over ma belle."
Hermione did as she was told, Fleur taking her time massaging to kiss tenderly each of Hermione's breasts and then coat them with oil, sliding her way across her front.
Hermione could not even pretend to be annoyed with Fleur, or pester her for being so overtly sexual at that point, because she herself was so turned on with the way Fleur was touching her, and loving her. She felt completely loved and adored by her wife and she was completely relaxed and in the moment.
She placed a soft kiss on her wife's lips, and smiled down to her.
"'ow do you feel ma belle?"
"Loved, Fleur. And so relaxed. And well," she smiled shyly, "...soooo turned on. Merlin! The way you touch me Fleur…"
Fleur smiled, knowingly. "Good ma belle…just as I 'oped. Turn over again please."
Hermione complied, of course, at the ask of her blonde.
Fleur then used her hands to run the entirety of Hermione's body once again, ensuring every inch of her was caressed softly before she set her sights on Hermione's behind.
She just could not help herself. She had to have her.
Gently parting Hermione's legs, Fleur began by running her hands gently up the insides of Hermione's thighs, teasing her, until she gently, with on finger, slipped between Hermione's folds to find her wet and so aroused.
"Baby…" Hermione groaned. "Fleur…"
"You are mine 'ermione," she growled in that perfectly Fleur manner that she oozed.
Slowly inserting just one finger into her wife, she coated it with Hermione's arousal, pulling in and out of her gently as she felt Hermione open for her. Coaxing Hermione onto her knees, Fleur licked her lips, observing that her wife was now spread wide open for her.
"Do you trust me 'ermione?"
Looking over her shoulder, she caught Fleur's bright blue eyes, looking at her with complete love and adoration. And lust. Pure, undeniable lust.
She nodded her head, yes.
"Can I take you, 'ow I want to take you, wife?"
"Yes Fleur," she said softly. "I trust you."
And that was all Fleur needed to hear. She wanted Hermione so badly, and wanted to bring her pleasure over and over again. Returning her focus to her wife's behind, her center, so open and ready for her, she leaned in for a taste. A taste she was addicted too. Her tongue all too easily finding it's way directly into Hermione's center, seeking out the spots it knew caused her wife to moan and shake with pleasure. As she used her tongue to fuck her wife, her hands found the bottle of oil carefully placed below her and she covered one little finger to ensure it was slippery and ready.
She had to have her again, in this way. It was non-negotiable.
Using her hands to again massage her wife's incredibly sexy behind, she found that tight puckered hole with her very lubed finger and began to play at the entrance.
Hermione gasped. A gasp of surprise. A gasp of pleasure.
Slowly and carefully, with her tongue still alternating between Hermione's center and clit, she slid her finger into Hermione's tight pink forchette. The Veela's finger discovering smooth skin and tightness gripping her digit as she pushed inwards.
"Fleur…" she groaned. "Oh fuck."
Oh, this was good. When Hermione used profanity during sex, it was good.
Taking a moment to check in with her wife, Fleur pulled back, "Are you okay 'ermione? Can I continue?"
"Yes."
So she continued. Slowly, ever so slightly, she began to move in and out of her tight entrance. Hermione moaned again. And Fleur kept going. She could barely concentrate at this point, even though she was totally focused on her wife, she was becoming almost painfully aroused and the way she was taking her.
Loving her.
The pleasure she was bringing to her.
In and out. Slowly. Gently. She felt the resistance of Hermione's tight hole give way, and relax the outer ring, as she pushed in.
Her tongue played with Hermione's clit. Thrust into Hermione's center.
"More," Hermione groaned. "Faster, Fleur. When you pull in and out? Oh, God, Fleur... It feels amazing."
Those words lit a fire in Fleur. Panting, she kept going. Faster, harder, spurred on by the incredible sounds of lust and desire she was drawing out of her woman; moans of pleasure coming from her wife. The proper Hermione...begging Fleur to take her harder, in her backside. Holy fuck this was hot. Fleur nearly came as she felt her fingers brush past each other, from each opening. She would alternate thrusts, then synchronize them...sliding in and out of Hermione's increasing slickness. And when Hermione finally screamed in release, falling onto the bed as Fleur pulled out of her, she was spent and still shaking from one of the most intense orgasms in her life.
They had done things like this during their bonding hour. And Fleur knew it was an absolutely over-the-top turn on for her. And shockingly, her prim and proper wife was anything but that when they got in bed together. Fleur loved it, too.
Fuck it was so good between them.
"Fleur," Hermione groaned, her face buried in a pillow, completely spent. "I need a minute baby. Okay?"
"Of course."
Fleur pulled Hermione into her arms, and pulled the sheet up over them. She knew Hermione needed a minute to recover. And then, she knew she would take her again.
Because this was their honeymoon. And damn it, she was going to make the absolute most of this time with her wife.
TBC.