Chapter 29
That evening Hermione had lead Storm through to the lounge, settled down on the sofa and continued to watch the documentary that she had put on. She was quite happy to leave the conversation of what was to happen until they had more information. Her biggest concern had been to quietly put Storm back together again. The shifter had flopped down beside her in the normal way, her butterbeer wrapped in a fist as she did so. Her dark eyes had fallen onto the screen without comment, and she had moved to wrap an arm around the older woman's shoulder's. Leaning over Storm pressed a kiss to the Hermione's temple and did not move again once she had pulled away.
They sat like that for a while, until the documentary had run its course. Hermione taking it upon herself to pull the younger woman up and up their stairs and into the bedroom. She watched as the shifter moved to get changed, throwing her clothes into their wash basket as if she were trying to sink a quaffle through a hoop. She smiled then, a small smug smile and for a moment the brunette was sure the sparkle had reached her eyes once again. When she had wandered off to brush her teeth after the older woman had returned, Hermione took her opportunity to slide into their large bed. Waiting patiently for the shifter to return to her and join her under the covers.
She was sure at this point Storm was only tired, though she wanted to ensure that was the case. The younger woman had had an incredibly strenuous day, both physically and emotionally. Her thoughts were all but confirmed when the shifter moved back into the room with a small sheepish smile, pushing her untameable hair back out of her face.
"I need a new toothbrush" She spoke and judging by the red tint that took her cheeks Hermione was sure the explanation would be a good one.
"Why?" She asked cautiously, unsure she wanted to know exactly what Storm had done. Watching with thinly veiled curiosity as the younger woman got into bed. Sliding her warm body under the duvet only to roll and meet Hermione's own.
"I accidentally threw mine in the trash instead of putting it in that little pot" She spoke quietly, moving to get comfortable. Her dark eyes were already at half mast and for the first time Hermione noticed they were bloodshot.
"Why on earth would you do that?" The brunette spoke, her hands finding their way to soft skin that lay just beneath Storm's sleep jersey. Her fingers splaying out against the younger girl's back as she drew soft patterns there. She knew that normally put Storm straight to sleep.
"I don't know" The shifter muttered, though her breathing had already gotten much deeper. A low hum of appreciation slipped passed her lips as she pulled the older woman just a little bit closer.
Hermione was sure she was asleep, listening to each breath she took. She was grateful the younger woman was able to crash out so easily. Losing out on much needed rest would be one sure fire way to land the younger woman in St. Mungos again. Storm was much clumsier when she was exhausted, and part of Hermione was just waiting for another accident to happen. Though she was impressed by how careful Storm had been recently. There had not been anywhere near as many quidditch related injuries as there had been previously.
It wasn't long until Hermione too had slipped into the land of slumber, her alarm set for early the next morning. She would need to sort their little boy out and take him to Harry. The pair had offered to watch him that Sunday in order to give Hermione and Storm some time to talk things through and figure out exactly where the situation would leave them.
The next morning came round in a flash, and Hermione was soon hushing the alarm clock that was blaring in her ear. It didn't take her long to ready herself for the day and soon she was stood in Harry and Ginny's living room. Joe snoozing lightly in his little seat as she set him down gently.
"How is she?" Ginny quizzed as she reached for the baby bag that was slung neatly over the brunette's shoulder.
"I think she knows what's coming. Her father just needs to actually spell it out, so we know where we stand." Hermione sighed she had a good hunch as to what was about to fall on Storm's lap. She wasn't sure how strenuous the task itself would be, but she wasn't entirely sure Storm really wanted the role. Every leader had an heir to take over their position of head of the clan once they were unable to fulfil the role.
"There's so much going on right now. I don't know how she's keeping up with it all" Ginny added, setting down the bag on the settee. Flicking her gaze down to take in the sleeping baby shaking her head with a laugh. "I'm guessing he's had breakfast then?" She quizzed.
"He's had breakfast. He has lunch in the bag, and I'll be back to get him before dinner" Hermione stated, moving to press a kiss the little boy's forehead.
"Right, well you go sort the buffoon out. Take your time there is no rush" The redhead reassured her, watching as she climbed back into the fireplace.
"Wish me luck!" Hermione smirked, and with an eruption of green she disappeared once again. She had a mission to complete, and that was something she would never shy away from.
When she returned a while later, carrier bag in hand she was surprised to see Storm already awake. Wearing a pear of swim trunks and a hoody that was way too big for her slim frame. There was some silly cartoon flicking across the television screen, and the younger woman was clutching a bowl of cereal to her chest.
"Morning" She muttered around a spoonful of coco pops. "Where did you get off to so early?" She quizzed, "where's joey?" She added, taking in the older woman's appearance.
"He's with Ginny and Harry. They thought we could use a day just us and I agreed" The older woman spoke as she rummaged through the bag she was carrying. Pulling out a packet of toothbrushes so she could toss them at the younger girl.
"What are you doing up?" She asked. It was very out of character for Storm to be up and out of bed before at least midday if she didn't have work or baby duties.
"I felt you get up and then couldn't get back to sleep" She muttered, following the brunette into the kitchen to discard her empty bowl. Hermione had emptied the small amount of supplies into the cupboards absently. Unsurprised when she felt strong fingers wrap themselves around one of her hips, and Storm herself pressing flush to her back. Leaning down to press a kiss to the older woman's cheek. "Are you coming back to bed?" She quizzed as she moved to pull the mane of curls away from Hermione's neck.
Hot lips soon found soft flesh as she pressed kisses to the skin she found there listening as the older woman's breath hitched slightly. Hermione's dark eyes falling shut as she hummed her appreciation. Dexterous fingers finding the hem of the older woman's jumper before slipping under it in order to splay out across heated skin. Tracing small circles as she pressed herself just a little further forward.
"Storm" Hermione muttered, turning so she could face the younger witch. She was a little surprised when she took in the look on Storm's face, how dark her eyes had become. She was smirking her usual crooked smirk.
"Yes Hermione?" She quizzed; her hands having dropped immediately to the older girl's bottom.
"You're supposed to be upset" Hermione admonished, shaking her head in disbelief. Though she could not help her own smile as it threatened to tug itself all the way across her lips.
"I am… and this would make me feel so much better" The younger girl stated leaning forward to take the older woman's lips in a tentative kiss. Almost as if she were testing the waters before jumping straight in.
Hermione couldn't help relenting, it wasn't as if they had very much else to do, and that had certainly always been an activity she enjoyed participating in. With a sigh she deepened the kiss, reaching up to run her fingers through Storm's hair, pulling the longer strands at the back before smoothing them down again. Taking the younger woman's bottom lip between her teeth gently to suck on it ever so slightly. Something that normally kicked Storm into gear regardless of the mood she had previously been in.
It did the trick, and before she knew it the shifter was pulling away only to grab her hand and pull her quickly towards the stairs and up towards their room. "Come on Hermione! Now is not the time to be a slow poke!" She muttered teasingly as she got to the top first. Ducking into their room before the older woman could swat her playfully.
"Some of us value our lives and don't take the stairs two at a time." She stated as a matter of factly. Pressing the door to their room open only to find the shifter already on her back. Both arms folded behind her head as she watched the door waiting as if she had been there for hours.
"Finally!" She laughed, reaching out to pull the brunette down into her lap. Hermione's knees hitting the bed, one either side of her own hips. Storm leaning up quickly to press her lips to the older woman's with a kiss that soon became feverish and full of heat as tongues danced as they had done many times before.
They made quick work of stripping off, Hermione having found very quickly that Storm hadn't been wearing anything under her swim trunks or her giant hoody. Though she wasn't surprised, she was incredibly happy about that fact and had pressed herself as close to heated flesh as she possibly could get. Storm having flipped them over at some point her lips having meandered further downwards leaving a trail of scorched skin in their wake.
Hermione's dark eyes fluttered shut as Storm hooked her knees over her shoulders, heated breaths coming out in laboured pants that warmed her core as she was spread open for the younger woman to take.
Storm wasted no time and was soon dragging the flat of her tongue up through the shorter woman's folds. Humming in delight as she found a pool of liquid heat already gathered there.
Hermione couldn't suppress the moan that had left her own lips as contact was made. Her fingers pressing gently into the shifters shoulders as if begging her not to go anywhere anytime soon. The younger woman was quick to get to work, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves gently at first working the older woman into a frenzy. She knew it would not be long before Hermione was a frustrated impatient mess.
She smirked as she felt both of the older woman's hands on the back of her head, pressing her down gently. Hermione would never ask; she was far too proud for that. Even after all this time, it amused Storm to no end.
She waited a few more seconds before applying more pressure, pressing the flat of her tongue down harder before sucking. Gaining purchase, she assumed if the muttered "Oh merlin" Was anything to go by.
Skilled fingers had found their mark, and soon she was pressing two deep into the older woman's core. Feeling the muscles quiver slightly around her digits she pressed them in as far as they could go before pulling them out to the knuckle and forcing them roughly back in again. Moving her free hand to press down on older woman's pelvis to ease her bucking hips ever so slightly.
"Storm" Hermione spoke, her voice shaking as she moved her hands once again to dig her nails into the shifters shoulder's. Holding onto the girl for dear life as she carried on her ministrations.
Storm just carried on, though a little quicker and a little rougher now. Feeling the beginnings of the older woman's walls start to flutter making it a little harder to keep rhythm. A few seconds later it had all come crashing down around them and left nothing but deep panting breaths in the quiet of the room.
The shifter waited a moment before crawling back up the older woman's body, hovering over her for a moment as she took in the look on Hermione's face. She looked so peaceful with her bruised lips parted slightly.
Dark eyes fluttered open and a wide smile took Hermione's lips. Fingers founds angry red nail marks that marred pale flesh at Storm's shoulders. She couldn't bring herself to feel bad at all, she knew there was something about them that Storm loved, something about them that sparked something deep in the younger girl.
"Are you ok?" Storm asked seriously just like she always did. Her iris' almost black as she stared down, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips.
"Brilliant" Hermione laughed, moving to roll them. Settling herself so she could sit on Storm's hips, dark eyes staring down as she watched the younger woman rake her eyes non too subtly up her body as she hovered over the younger woman.
"Are you alright?" She quizzed as seriously as she could. Doing her best to ignore Storm's hands wandering her naked flesh. Trying for a moment to ignore the probing fingers that had found her once again, threatening to pull her focus away from the answer.
"Never better" Storm spoke as she finally managed to manoeuvre in a way so that she could press herself as firmly into the older woman as possible. Watching the way Hermione's face twisted for a moment, as her eyes fluttered, and her lips fell open. "I love watching your face" She admitted as if it was a simple fact. Her free hand had moved to Hermione's shoulder in order to keep her as upright as possible. She knew the older woman was sensitive and it wouldn't take long to pull another orgasm from her.
Hermione could do nothing but groan as the younger girl pressed her hips up for a moment "Stay there" She muttered as she set a pace. Hermione did as she was told, keeping her hips just high enough to allow Storm the space to move her hand generously. Slipping her fingers so easily in and out.
It wasn't long before she was struggling to contain her own ecstasy, struggling to drag out every last stroke of the shifter's fingers. A heartbeat later she was crashing, her insides were twitching, and she was shaking. Storm's strong embrace was there to catch her as she fell, as she came down.
"Hermione, you're amazing" Storm muttered into her ear. "I could never be anything but happy with you around" She admitted quietly as if it was a secret only meant for the older woman herself.
The brunette moved to press a tender kiss to Storm's cheek, moved to drag her fingers through a mess of dark hair. Pushing it so unsuccessfully out of Storm's eyes.
"I love you" She spoke as she moved closer to Storm's body.
"I love you too. What do you want to do for the rest of the day?" Storm quizzed as she shifted a little bit to pull the tangled sheets away from her heated skin.
"Why don't we make some lunch and go for a walk down the beach? I'm sure there was an ice cream place not far away" Hermione spoke, though her voice was quiet. A small triumphant smile was tugging at her lips as she looked up to see Storm still watching her. Dark eyes sparkled in the light of their bedroom.
"That sounds like a pretty good plan to me" Storm laughed, moving to press a tender kiss to Hermione's lips. "I love ice cream!" She stated, delight evident in her tone.
"Come on then" Hermione laughed, playfully pushing the younger girl so she could get out of bed and get dressed.
"Can we do this again later?" Storm quizzed; her eyes full of mischief as she grinned at the older woman.
"We'll see" Hermione spoke coyly, a sly smirk tugging at her lips.
"Well… that's just cruel" Storm muttered with a pout as she watched the brunette pull clothes on, much to her displeasure.
"Oh hush" Hermione scolded playfully, confident now that Storm would be absolutely fine. Though, she would surely be watching her closely as things played out. She was just grateful the younger girl was easy to read. It would definitely make things much easier that way.