Chapter 21
The Honeymoon
Storm found herself stood propped up against the doorway to little Joe's room. Her beer warmed cheek pressed into the cold wood of the door frame. Watching through bleary eyes the quiet rise and fall of the little boys chest. She could hear Hermione rustling about somewhere behind her, getting the last bits they'd need for their week away.
Hermione had wanted to plan their little getaway and Storm had allowed it. She trusted whole heartedly the older woman, and there was no doubt in her mind that they would have the best time. They had so far had the best day and she couldn't wait to continue the festivities just the two of them.
A gentle hand coming to rest on the small of her back pulled her out of her own thoughts. She looked down into wide doe eyes and a small smile as Hermione looked up at her. Taking a moment to enjoy the way the brunette still looked so fresh in comparison to her now disheveled look.
Her bowtie hung loose around her neck, her waistcoat now undone and her shirt untucked. She internally mused; some things never would change.
"Arty is all set up" Hermione started, her voice not much more than a quiet whisper. "Are you ready to go?" She quizzed just as quietly, her fingers tracing a delicate pattern on the soft satin of Storm's waistcoat.
"I can't wait" the taller girl spoke just as quietly, flicking her eyes up once again to take in their sleeping boy. She was grateful her sister had agreed to watch him for the week. She knew they would be safe here, she knew Arty would protect Joe at any cost.
Hermione took her chance to lean up and press a tender kiss to the younger girls jaw before moving across the small room and place a similar kiss to the youngest shifters forehead.
Storm followed suit, leaning down into the cot as she let her lips ghost his cheek while long dexterous fingers stroked through his dark hair. She paused for a moment just taking him in before righting herself.
Turning to face the brunette who was already waiting in the hall, she smirked as she meandered over to her new wife. "Ready now" she spoke again, reaching out to grab the older womans hand.
"Finally!" Hermione laughed, tugging the younger girl down the stairs and out the back door onto the beach. Their feet sinking into the sand as they trudged a small distance away.
With a nod from Storm, she apparated them out with a quiet pop. The world around them squeezed for a moment, and before Storm knew it they had landed.
It took her a moment to adjust to the scene around her. A huge lake sat in front of them, glistening not unlike a mirror as the moonlight shone so brightly upon it's still surface. A large expanse of fields and forest encompassed the land behind them. The leaves rustling in the breeze that teases at long branches, the long grass swaying gently.
Hermione stood off to the side taking in the shifters reaction. She knew how much Storm loved to just be engulfed by the natural world and how soothing it was for her.
The first part of their honeymoon would be spent recharging Storm's batteries. Over the past few months Hermione had watched as the younger girl had run herself ragged. Watched as dark circles grew under her eyes, as she grew quieter and more withdrawn.
Storm would wait until Hermione fell asleep every night before going to sit on the porch watching for anything listening to everything until the early hours of the morning. She would wait until Joe woke for a feed before meandering back upstairs to tend to their boy.
This routine had started off as a few times a week and soon turned into every night.
Many times Hermione had gone out to her, had sat with her and curled up on the deck chairs. But Storm was waiting for something and Hermione knew she was right.
Eventually training for the world cup had come, and laid even more pressure onto the young girls shoulders. However, she saw the change then. The smirks that showed themselves, the jokes and the laughter had returned. Hermione reasoned that with training Storm once again had something to put all of her pent up aggression into. She would come home just as exhausted, but happy again.
They had taken to Joe as a well oiled machine, and his routine had soon become their own. He added strength to their bones, and warmth to their bellies.
Hermione had planned to just... be. To have a few days of peace and quiet.
She had given Storm a few moments to take in her surroundings. She was stood staring into the distance, her hands tucked into her pockets and Hermione could see the tension leaving her shoulders as they rose and fell with every breath she took.
"Hermione" Storm started, turning slightly as she took in the small tent that looked very familiar. "This is perfect" she finished as she turned the rest of the way. Her dark eyes taking in her wife stood watching her, wringing her hands nervously as she smiled a small unsure smile.
Storm couldn't bare the distance between them any longer. With two big steps she closed the distance and wrapped her arms tightly around the smaller woman's waist. Her lips seaking out Hermiones with practiced ease as she kissed her with all that she had.
It was heated, it was intense and longing as tongues saught out tongues. Hermione's fingers found the back of Storm's neck, playing gently with the longer hairs that curled there. She sighed deeply into the younger woman's mouth, her body pressing itself up into Storm's own. The shifter was radiating heat more so than she normally did. Hermione had inwardly put that down to the amount of alcohol that the younger girl had consumed at their reception. Catching her at one point holding a glass in each hand.
Storm's hands had found her bottom and her long fingers splayed out, gripping at the supple flesh that she found there. She pulled away ever so slightly to whisper against Hermione's lips
"Can we go inside?" She asked quietly, hopefully. Her dark eyes looked almost black as she took in Hermione's kiss swollen lips, her fingers tracing patterns against their resting place.
"I thought youd never ask" Hermione smirked her own smug smirk as she turned to pull the eager shifter into the confines of their temporary home.
It was exactly how Storm remembered it, exactly how it had been at the celebration at Hogwarts.
She didnt have much time to take it in before Hermione had pushed her down onto the small sofa in the living room. The older woman climbing into her lap, a knee either side of Storm's hips. Her shawl long since forgotten.
Storm's fingers found soft flesh previously hidden by Hermione's dress, her fingertips raking themselves up and down her thighs. The older woman hummed her appreciation as heat flooded to her core. Storm catching her off guard as she lifted her hips ever so slightly. Her trouser clad centre ghosting over Hermione's centre. The small amount of friction sending sparks throughout her body.
Fingernails dug harshly into the back of Storm's neck and her shoulder, causing the shifter to raise her hips once again. Storm had begun tugging her dress upwards, pushing the soft fabric up over her head in order to drop it to the side, forgotten on the floor. Their lips breaking apart just long enough for the dress to come off. Storm's eyes taking in her wife, leaning back to admire her crisp white underwear. They were nothing like Storm had seen before. Bra and panties matching, all lace, with not a lot left to the imagination.
" Merlin you're trying to kill me already" she joked quietly, pulling a laugh from the older woman who sat looking quite proud of herself. Her own fingers working down the buttons of Storm's shirt.
"I thought you might like them" she smirked before moving to press open mouthed kisses to Storm's jaw.
The younger girl just groaned, relaxing back into the sofa. Her eyes fluttering shut as her fingers snuck their way to the apex of Hermione's thighs. A wet heat waiting for her as she stroked a knuckle against her still concealed core.
Hermione just groaned, moving to grind against the small amount of friction she had been allowed. Her hands spreading out against Storm's tight stomach. Feeling as the muscles there twitched and rippled against her touch.
Storm leant up again then, recapturing her lips in a searing kiss. Her fingers moving to release full breasts from their prison. Pulling the brunettes bra off in haste. Allowing Hermione to push her shirt from her shoulders, Storm sat forward allowing her shirt and waistcoat to fall from down her arms; forgotten then behind her.
Hermione's fingers had dropped to her lap, toying gently with the clasp of her belt. Teasing her as she slowly undid the metal, allowing it to jingle as it fell loose. Her maddening hands had found the botton on her trousers, thumbs spreading down to brush against Storm's core through the fabric.
Storm had pulled away to watch Hermione's hands work, and Hermione watched as Storm's dark eyes watched, as her jaw hung open in anticipation. Watched as the muscles in Storm's stomach spasmed just beneath the skin.
"You're really trying to kill me" Storm whispered her voice thick with lust, dark eyes flicking up to meet equally dark eyes. It wasnt a question, just a simple statement.
"I am" Hermione smirked, her fingers trailing up Storm's stomach, her chest, her throat before tangling in short strands of hair at the back of her neck. Soft lips capturing Storm's in a gentle kiss, nibbling softly at her full bottom lip.
That was all Storm had the willpower to take. She wrapped Hermione up in her strong arms and lifted. The brunette wrapping her legs around her waist. It was a short stumbling distance to the bedroom that resided deep within the enchanted tent.
Storm's knees hit the edge and they both fell. The brunette gasping as her back hit the soft mattress, as Storm's hands landed either side of her head.
Storm's hips finding purchase as she ground them down into the older woman, eliciting a deep moan from her chest. She lifted up just enough then to tug Hermione's panties to the side. To sink dexterous fingers into slick wet heat without a second thought. Her hips pressing into the back of her own hand wedged between Hermione's parted thighs as she used her own weight to force her fingers in deeper.
The older witch moaned again,"Storm" she spoke once her voice catching in her throat as she moved to dig her fingernails into the younger woman's exposed back.
The younger woman hit her rhythm quickly, her fingers sliding in and out with force. Her lips finding the shell of the older woman's ear as she whispered nonsensically. Nothing she spoke made sense in that moment.
It wasnt long until the familiar knot in Hermione's stomach was tightening. As it was threatening to release any second.
"Storm" Hermione whispered breathlessly once again, and that was all she had time for before the warmth exploded within her. Her muscles clenching hard around Storm's fingers. Wet warmth flooding over Storm's hand as it stilled its movements.
"Merlin" she whispered as Storm rolled off and settled beside her. Propping herself up on an elbow as she watched the older woman pull herself back together.
"I told you it would be your pleasure" she said with a smug smirk.
Hermione just swatted her shoulder gently an eyebrow raised in question.
"What have I told you? Arrogance is not attractive!" She scolded, though her voice was light.
"You always say that... but actions speak louder than words!" Storm spoke with a chuckle before pushing herself from the bed.
"Have we got any snacks? I need fuel before round two" she spoke over her shoulder as she wandered away. Holding her trousers up with one hand.
"There are some nice things in the fridge!" Hermione called back to her, letting her head fall back to the bed. She couldn't do much but smile to herself.
Her shifter already seemed much more relaxed.
Their evening would continue much the same way. Enjoying just being together, basking in the happiness that was their marriage until they were both too exhausted to continue on.
Storm found herself wrapped around the brunettes naked form, Curled up against her chest. The duvet draped around their hips as they basked in the warmth from a small fire not far away. Storm had no idea where exactly they were, and she didnt care much.
She was with her wife, and that was all that mattered.
A/n: sorry I'm late.. hello to anyone still here!
I will definitely try and finish this. I've got it planned out so... fingers crossed it wont take another 5 years.