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"Now."
It was ringing in her head as Fleur kissed her deep and slow, pulling off the brunette's blazer without breaking contact. It was almost inconsequential at first, but there was a feeling growing steadily inside of Fleur that was new and wonderful and unbearably frightening. Her abdomen was getting warm again and her thrall was running rampant—she couldn't control it. She didn't know if she needed to anymore, frankly.
Hermione's breathing was fast but controlled; it was both soothing and unnerving. It sounded like crashing waves against her ears and she was losing the ability to think clearly. Teeth bit down gently on her lip and Fleur moved to the buttons on her shirt, trying to still her trembling hands. The warmth in her pelvis grew more, but there was no pain this time. She opened the brunette's shirt and pulled it off her shoulders. She pulled back from the kiss and saw brown eyes filled with excitement. Hunger. Her pants felt tighter. The voice in her head was back.
Kiss her, and she did. She pushed her down gently onto the mattress and covered her with her body. Fingers threaded into curly hair and twisted, and she rocked her hips slowly when she heard the brunette gasp. Hands were on her breasts underneath her sweater and she was trying really hard to focus on not tearing off the rest of their clothes. The woman beneath her raked her nails down her back. Fleur rocked again and the pressure against her erection was strange, but fuck did it feel good. She clenched her jaw and swallowed, closing her eyes tightly as she rolled again.
The noises beneath her were like music. Hermione's lips tasted like honey. Her hair felt like silk in her hands. Her body was humming beneath her. Everything felt right. It was everything. She was everything. Fleur felt like she was closer now. To what, she didn't know, but it was something incredibly important.
Take off her pants. She got to her knees and did that. Hermione was looking at her again and she felt her skin prickling nervously as she pulled down the slacks over her ankles. She was in only in her underwear now. Fleur looked away from the intense gaze.
Sorry for shaky hands
And the bony elbows.
I don't think I'm any good at this.
She felt soft lips against hers again and her heart skipped a critical beat. Reset. Come back. The brunette was on to her knees now too in the middle of the bed. Fleur put her arms over her head as patient hands pulled her sweater up over her head. Lips slid across her collarbone and dexterous fingers unclasped her bra. Hermione's mouth and hands were everywhere. Her tongue traced a nipple as hands worked the button on her jeans and Fleur felt a pang of pleasure race down to her groin. The zipper was loud and it sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard to her but then Hermione was looking at her again. Her eyes were warm and her hands were kind and she was smiling at her and this time it really was love.
She couldn't wait, but she couldn't continue.
Reset. Come back.
She kissed her again and unclasped the brunette's bra. Breathy moans were being exchanged in her mouth as she massaged Hermione's breasts and her pants felt painfully tight now. She pinched a nipple slightly between two fingers and the hands that were in her blonde hair moved and were now tugging at her waistband. She was going to sigh in relief when her pants were pushed past her hips, but it got caught in her throat when she saw Hermione biting her lip as she looked down.
Whatever was building up in Fleur felt significant now. Her thrall was pulsing around in great bursts rather than a sweeping energy. She was losing control, and something told her to move faster. Push her harder. Control.She felt like this woman was slowly unshackling her from restraints that had been holding her down for years. She kissed the brunette deeply again, tugging at the back of her neck to bring her closer. Hermione's hands were moving frantically now as she pulled off her jeans with the blonde's help, grumbling impatiently as they finally worked them off. Fleur's eyelids closed when she felt a warm thigh press fully against her length. She roughly pushed the brunette onto her back and swallowed the moan before sticking her tongue deep in a wanting mouth. She felt teeth biting down gently and she growled, grinding her hips into soft flesh trying to relieve this new tension.
More.
"Tell me to slow down," Fleur gasped against her lips, and Hermione put her hands on either side of her jaw and pulled her even closer.
"No," she breathed into her open mouth.
Fuck. This was your idea.
Hands were on her ass, pulling her in farther. She couldn't stop moving her hips and she could feel her mate's rocking in time to meet her and it was too much friction. A match was lit in her stomach. Fleur trailed kisses down her neck, biting down hard on a spot that made Hermione shudder. She licked it and bit down again and she whined this time. A hand abruptly grabbed hers and was trailing it down her stomach and the veela's mouth went dry when she forced it into her underwear.
"Oh, mon Dieu," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed as fingers slid through silky folds. She was so wet. This was too much and the flame in her stomach was growing. She ran her fingers through her delicate sex a few times, but apparently it wasn't enough. Hermione groaned in frustration, pulling her hand farther in as two fingers slid inside her and Fleur's mouth dropped open as tight walls clenched around her.
The brunette gasped and her back arched and the veela couldn't breathe as she watched. Her brain wasn't working. Connections between mind and body were stunted. She felt a hand tugging at hers, urging it deeper and something inside of Fleur was screaming and trying to crawl out of her chest and let it take over. Her member was aching and twitching for relief against the tight material of her underwear, seeking much needed friction, but she couldn't stop her hand's movements. Wouldn't stop. Watching her mate's perfect face contort in pleasure with each push was filling her with pride and elation.
"Please," she whimpered, and Fleur could see tears in the corners of her eyes and her heart was pounding like a drum as she realised what she meant.
Let go.
And this time she did. She yanked off the brunette's underwear and watched as brown eyes burned with desire and hands moved to pull down her own, hissing with relief as it sprang free from the constraining fabric. They connected again, and Fleur sighed at the feeling of the skin to skin contact as they came flush together. The blonde bit down on her shoulder, her neck. She moved to breasts and swirled a tongue around a nipple as hands tangled in her hair, encouraging her to continue. She alternated between her breasts and flicked her tongue at the rosy peak, in awe as Hermione sighed her name like a mantra.
Fleur kept moving, faster now. More. Teeth and tongue were everywhere, claiming every inch of skin she could reach. She bit the skin on her ribs and felt nails digging into her scalp and she growled, liking the pain. She sucked and licked down to her hips, nipping at the sensitive skin on her hipbones as the brunette hissed and gripped her more tightly. She moved back up, kissing and biting again and again into smooth skin that she was taking as her own. The veela reached her neck, sucking and tasting her skin. Her dick was pressed between their bodies and the movement shot a wave of pleasure to her groin. She could feel the wetness on her thigh as she rolled once more and her brain short-circuited.
"Fuck," Hermione gasped, her legs wrapping around her like a bear trap, holding her in place and the monster in her ribcage hoped the starvation wouldn't last much longer. It was desperate to take. To claim. The blonde could smell her arousal, and she buried her face in the neck that smelled like the flowers she used to pick when she was a child. Legs tightened, bringing her even closer and the hips rolling into hers were bringing her erection closer and closer to the source of heat. She scrunched her eyes tightly.
Hermione stopped suddenly, pushing Fleur's head away from her neck to look into her black eyes. With her hands on either side of her head she kissed her slowly, and the drum beating sped up even more. Or maybe the drummer was just hitting harder, throwing all his weight into it now so she could feel each beat in the base of her throat. She pulled away, and Fleur looked into coffee eyes.
"I love you," she said, and the drummer was going to break this thing, surely. The blonde nodded. She knew what this meant.
She gave her another quick peck, "Je t'aime, aussi," as she lined up near her entrance, trying not to groan as her sensitive tip slipped against her hot folds.
And Fleur had never felt so vulnerable, so scared. And scared of being scared. So close to the end and still so far from the new beginning. Hermione was looking at her in wonder, though. Her eyes gleamed in the low light and the veela thought maybe she wasn't the only one feeling like she was unravelling.
With a small nod and a reassuring squeeze on her back, Fleur pushed her hips forward a little, and moaned at the feeling of – "Ohhhh, merde," she breathed, stopping as the brunette tensed beneath her. She was hardly an inch or more inside, but the feeling, the pressure, was indescribable; addicting. She couldn't breathe. She wanted to move, fuck I want to move, but she needed to wait. Control. She took two deep breaths.
Hermione relaxed, shifting her legs a little wider for her and nodding again, her body adjusting to the pressure. Fleur took another deep breath and pushed deeper and she felt fingers clutch her shoulders as they both groaned out, "Fuuuuck," at the same time. The pressure, Jesus fucking Christ. The blonde was certain her vision was going in and out. Her ears were ringing. The sensation was overwhelming. The powerful walls around her were warm and wet and so tight and she didn't know if this was home, heaven, or hell but she didn't think she would ever leave. You couldn't make her now—she'd had a taste of it and could never get enough now.
Mine.
Move.
The veela rolled her hips slowly. Once, twice. Again. The gripping sensation around her sex made her eyes roll to the back of her head. She clawed at the sheets. Hermione's mouth was open as she choked out a moan. The blonde tried kissing her again, but the Gryffindor couldn't really keep with the rhythm between whines, which was fine. Fleur thought she was trying to say something, but it just ended up in nonsensical stammering and the brunette witch just kept throwing her head back and pulling her closer. The tightness in her groin was growing as the heat around her swallowed her over and over.
She didn't know who she was anymore. Was she still Fleur, or is this skin made for someone else, someone better? Someone new? The skin that felt so unwashed and unclean before was now glistening in gold and decorated in merciful sweat. She rocked her hips, and she knew some glass shards that used to be her makeshift heart were being reconstructed by precise, patient hands that were now pulling her even closer. Needing her, wanting her. She snapped her hips forward hard and teeth bit into the flesh of her shoulder, causing her to cry out as a flash of pain and pleasure shot through her.
"Oh, my God, Fleur, yes," the brunette panted as she continued that pace. She was finding a rhythm and the pressure on her felt so. fucking. good. as she continued driving her hips were tightening around her, squeezing her. She felt like her head was underwater but her body was floating somewhere else. This goddess, the perfect creation was doing things to her she didn't understand. Her blood was filling with something and it felt unsafe and unpredictable, like a bolt of lightning had somehow made its way her groin and the charge of electricity was moving around her body in undulating and volatile waves. She didn't know what it was, or what to expect, but she couldn't stop. Surely it couldn't get much better than this.
Wrong.
Her vision took on a golden hue as her hips kept driving deep into the writhing woman beneath her. Fleur wanted more. She wanted it wanted it alive and breathing and primitive and carnal. Hermione's arms were wrapped around her tightly, clawing at her back and each thrust was met with a moan that sounded like music in her ears. She could taste the salt in the air and Hermione was pulling her back to her mouth and she swallowed everything she could as she filled her again and again in an unrelenting rhythm. She wanted to see her unwind and she didn't know if she was getting close but fuck this feels so good. She squeezed her eyes shut.
Her toes were tingling. The brunette was panting into her mouth and biting her lip. There was melted sugar on her teeth and tongue and Fleur pushed her hips in harder, burying herself inside her and consuming the stifled moans like they were finally satiating her hunger. She didn't know how much longer she could last. She slowed her pace and changed the angle, instinctively aiming for her bellybutton.
Hermione let out a guttural moan and Fleur felt nails breaking the skin on her shoulder.
Touch her. Make her yours.
The blonde shifted again and circled a nipple with the pad of her thumb. The change in angle was putting more pressure on the nerves at the end of her erection and she felt the tightness in her pelvis coming back again. Fleur kissed her again and sucked on the tongue in her mouth. The base of her spine was tingling. The bedroom was a cacophony of moans and cries and it was like a symphony and something was happening now. Their magic was swirling in the air and she swore she could see an iridescent light and tendrils of pinks, blues, and gold around them in some youthful glow. Her canines started aching.
She could feel Hermione's legs start to shake and the kissing stopped as Fleur looked into brown eyes looking at her in ecstasy. Her nerves were being pulled taught, and Hermione's back was arching like a bow and Fleur kept burying herself deep inside, aiming for that spot that was eliciting the most noise.
"Fuck, fuck, Fl-Fleur I'm going to –," she cried, and the blonde could feel her tight walls fluttering around her, gripping her unfairly, and the coil of waiting energy in the veela's spine was too much. She watched as chocolate eyes widened and left this world for somewhere else and the tight grip around her cock along with the throaty moan pushed Fleur over the edge she didn't realise her toes were hanging over.
She bit down on Hermione's pulse point, teeth sliding into skin easily as currents of electricity set fire to her blood. Her muscles seized as the epicentre of warmth in her groin was set ablaze and her eyes rolled back in her head and she could feel hot liquid surrounding her member. She let out a string of profanities in God knows what language as waves of pleasure ricocheted around her bones and she kept thrusting, drawing it out as long as she could. Hermione's arms were wrapped tightly around her and Fleur matched her heavy breathing, finally slowing her movements as the waves died down, leaving the tips of her fingers tingling. Her vision was coming back into focus and she licked the mark on her neck before kissing her again and it was like there was light pouring out of her forgiving mouth and filling her up like a sinking ship.
Something had shifted within her, she could tell. Fleur didn't know if it was chemical or physical, but she felt her heart heavy in her chest as hands cupped her jaw and a strong tongue and continued to pour and fill up the void that had been inside her. She felt rearranged and new; polished and immaculate. She felt like her mate had climbed inside her rented body and finally made a home there.
I don't know who I am now
But I'm not going back
Thanks for reading :) And big thanks to Kamaro0917 for helping me out with this one!
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