I'm so sorry this chapter is late. My birthday was Saturday, so there were birthday shenanigans that ensued over the weekend.
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The morning seemed to stretch on forever despite the comfort of the back veranda and the fact that all Hermione had to do to see Draco was lean about six inches to the left. He'd taken up working at the dining room table when she'd breezed through the sitting room and informed him that she was going outside to have a think.
Granted, she could only see the backside of him, but that was for the better or it would have been too much of a distraction. It'd been an uncomfortable exercise, but one she'd taken quite seriously because it'd been obvious how heavily it'd weighed on his mind the day prior. So she'd settled into the chair outside and let her mind wander down the different avenues.
The idea of being with anyone else aside from him now inspired revulsion, not that it'd been particularly appealing beforehand. Thoughts of existing without him provoked a physical ache behind her breastbone. She'd tried to decipher the different ways of living life without him, yet still provide him with enough exposure to keep him healthy. Inevitably she'd get distracted for stretches of time when she'd come across an idea for a future outing or activity and would then have to backtrack.
After three hours, she'd managed to map out all the feasible possibilities of being without him and mentally sketched what those versions of life would look like. Bleak and unsatisfying were the two prominent words that came to mind. The thought of having children with another man made her stomach turn and sexual encounters with anyone else were unfathomable. The idea of waking up next to someone else and living the tedium of life with them was equally appealing.
She shot to her feet, declaring the exercise done as she stalked back into the house. A tightness she hadn't realized was there had settled across her back, shoulders, and thighs and roared to life with the sudden motion. Firmly ignoring it, she stayed her course, heading like a missile to the dining room. At the sound of her footsteps, Draco's eyes rose from his work, brows drawn as he looked at her over the black rims of his glasses. She could only imagine what her face looked like. Perhaps as if she were about to march off to war.
As she rounded the table, he scooted his chair back as if to rise to greet her, but she got to him first, throwing a leg across him and planting herself directly in his lap. Draco leaned back, his hands going to her thighs and drifting up to her hips. She gripped his waistcoat with tight fingers.
"I have to tell you something."
She did? Well, she did, but that hadn't been her original intention. May as well be, now. Two snidgets with one stone and all that.
Fingers tightened on her hips, and she lifted her eyes, letting them drift from his chest to his throat and finally to meeting his own.
The now rapid thudding of his heart could be felt under her palm.
Ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump
Love-you love-you love-you
"What's that?"
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump
"I love you." It felt like falling. It felt like flying.
He inhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers curving into claws and clamping down on her hips in a vise grip, his heart thundering beneath her hand.
"When?" It was a strangled wisp that slipped from his throat.
Teeth indented her bottom lip a moment before it slid free. "The morning of your confession. I woke up and rolled over to watch you sleep. When you settled back down in my arms, I was stroking your hair as your head lay on my chest and it hit me so hard I thought I'd never catch my breath." It was a moment she'd never forget. Lying there warm, comfortable, safe, with him wrapped around her, nearly clinging in sleep. "It's been near impossible not to tell you because I wanted it to be in a moment where you would know that it wasn't related to anything else. A thousand times I nearly blurted it out before now, but I do, Draco, I love you—"
One hand let go after a moment to race up her back and pull her against him, his mouth coming down and claiming hers in a bruising kiss as the breath he'd been holding whooshed back out of him. He pulled back to where their mouths were just brushing, and she felt him mouth something before devouring her in another kiss. He broke away to press their foreheads together.
"I love you." His breath washed across her skin and while his voice didn't tremble, his shoulders did for but a moment. The hand on her hip slid around to press against the small of her back.
She peeled her fingers from his waistcoat and slid her arms around his neck, clinging to him just as he was to her. Warmth and magic thrummed through her. The familiar tingle that'd danced across her skin when he'd cast the charm on her arm now pulsed with the rhythm of her heart as the first barest brushes of their magic began to intertwine. It was the formation of the thinnest thread, fine as spider's silk, connecting them. She imagined if it was a tangible object, it'd be red.
As she breathed in the familiar scent of him, a thought flittered to the front of her mind, reminding her that there was something else she needed to tell him too. They'd touched on it at lunch a couple of days ago but had yet to discuss it again.
Despite the love she'd poured into her house, it was no longer a home. Home was safety, warmth, and security. Her defenses had been breached on more than one occasion and she could never trust it to be safe enough to sleep in her own bed again. Whoever was after her hadn't only perverted holy magical wells, they'd also twisted and ruined her sanctuary. Her space had been sacred. It was where she'd learned to cobble herself back together the best she could after the war with what few resources were available. That is until Draco had taken her to France for proper medical attention.
She didn't bother to lift her head, just spoke into the skin below his ear. "I'm ready to get the rest of my things from the house."
He froze for a few moments, the silence stretching until something wriggled within her and made her doubt herself. Then he squeezed her a smidge tighter before relaxing back into his chair again. "Would today suffice? We only have one more left before we have to return to our office."
She sat up, wrists crossed behind his neck, and studied him. He was serious, as he so often was. "Yes, if you're not too busy."
"I could just have Bumble and Bee go collect your things. Then we could stay here…" Fingertips traced down her spine as his eyes darkened. Warmth blossomed in her belly, and she sucked in a breath, forcing rational thought to override the near-instant desire.
She needed the closure that would come along with the act of wrapping things at her former home if she was going to move to the next phase of her life cleanly. "If we go now, I'll make it worth your while later."
He leaned in, skimming her cheek with the tip of his nose until he reached her ear. "I know you will." Teeth sank lightly into her lobe, causing a shiver to jolt violently down her spine and her thighs to clench, squeezing his hips as she rocked forward into him again. He'd been hard under her for a while now and it had been tempting to grind against him.
"The sooner we go, the sooner we get back and continue this." She rocked her hips forward into him, giving in to her desire for an instant before gathering every scrap of self-control left and standing up.
A low sigh of long suffering followed her ascent. She headed towards her room to collect some bags and her shoes, a low grumbling following her every step of the way. There was a particulardream she wanted to recreate when they got back, and she was certain he was going to enjoy it just as much as she.
Draco was waiting for her in the traveling room. "After I add you to the wards, you'll be able to Apparate straight here without needing me to side-along you. The moon is at its fullest tonight, so we should do that. If you can manage to stay awake, that is." A wicked grin curved his mouth.
Apparently she wasn't the only one with plans. Another shiver of anticipation rolled through her, and his grin sharpened. Her hand slid into his and then they were turning into the void, hitting the ground just outside of her wards at the front gate.
It was immediately apparent something was wrong. His expression shifted, first to horror, then into Auror mode as he whipped his wand out and spun her behind him. It was then that she smelled the smoke and heard the crackle of fire.
She peeked around him as he surveyed the area, casting detection spells. They were alone, however, and she suddenly remembered that there should be an Auror here, staying at her house. She'd completely blanked on everything going on outside of the case and her relationship. It was clear through the windows that the inside was filling up with smoke, the windows shuddering from the building pressure.
Pulling her own wand, she sent Patronuses to Harry and the Emergency Services Brigade before turning back to the flames. The way they shuddered and flicked unnaturally told her this wasn't a normal fire, and perhaps they ought to leave it to the professionals.
She made to move around him, only to have him mirror her. "Stay behind me."
The prickling feel of eyes on her made the hair on the back of her neck stand up and she whirled, pressing her back to his, her wand out as she scanned the treeline and the field of tall grasses and brush. A hand rested on her hip, giving it a squeeze.
"We need to move to cover; standing out in the open like this is stupid." Draco snagged her hand and guided her as she walked backwards around the flaming house to the greenhouses and her shed. They put their backs to the wooden building tucked up next to the greenhouse and scanned their surroundings.
The sight of a familiar pair of sneakers peeking out from behind two large butterfly bushes at the back of the house caught her attention and had her smacking at Draco's arm, her voice having suddenly abandoned ship.
"What?"
She pointed to the shoes and the jean-clad leg with trembling fingers. If she were to go over there, and flip the body over, she knew she'd see what she looked like in death. The Auror was obviously dead if Draco's spells hadn't alerted them to anything."
"What are we going to do? The bushes are going to catch fire any second!"
"He's dead, Granger, and his form won't ever revert. I'm not leaving you alone over here and the last thing you need to see is your doppelgänger after they've likely been murdered."
She suspected it was also the last thing he needed to see either. Instead, she brandished her wand and waved it, then pointed. Her stomach rolled as the body slid through the grass, away from the house, as if it were slithering away. She focused on her breathing to keep the contents of that morning's meager breakfast down.
After what seemed like eternity but what couldn't have been more than ten minutes, Harry and a squad of wizards in red cloaks appeared. Hermione hadn't accounted for the body to be in his line of sight when he arrived. The devastated look on his face as he began to stumble over to it erased all thought and reason. Her feet moved of their own accord, hand lifting as if she could physically stop him despite the gap. The fingers grasping the back of her jumper kept her from getting far. Curls flew as she whipped her head around to look over her shoulder.
Blond brows were furrowed over stormy eyes, his lips pressed tightly together likely in an effort not to snap. "What did we just discuss?"
"But Harry." Her still outstretched hand gestured weakly.
"Potter!" The bellow carried across the garden, stopping Harry from completing his journey to the cadaver and causing him to snap his head in their direction.
A visible wave of relief washed over him, as if cresting the top of his head and covering his face, rippling down his shoulders, spine, and the rest of him, nearly causing him to drop his wand as he sagged. He gave the body one last look before heading in their direction.
The Emergency Brigade had surrounded the house and were testing the magic running rampant. The fire glowed, dimmed, turned an ominous black, burst into sparkles, before finally one of the technicians figured out how to harness the magic, liberating it from the destructive force of nature. The force caused the structure to shudder violently and it locked her attention on it.
"What happened?"
"Don't know. Granger decided she wanted to collect the rest of her things. When we got here the house was already on fire, and there was nobody alive within the bounds of the wards."
The conversation behind her seemed as if it were happening underwater or in another room. The glass seemed to pulse with the heat and the building pressure. Words turned to fuzz as her vision tunneled on the flames raging and the heat that was radiating from the house. Part of her brain registered a wizard from behind a shield saying something. His mouth was moving as he waved his arm in their general direction. She couldn't make it out and she couldn't move, so she didn't see what it mattered.
An arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against a solid chest, and then her feet were off the ground entirely as Draco spun them around and used his free arm to bring the edge of his cloak up, covering both their heads as well as her face. His body shielded hers as something exploded inside, and her eyes slammed shut. The windows burst, raining shards out onto the lawn. His face was buried in her hair as it rippled from the shockwave.
When there was only the roar of fire behind them, he dropped the cloak and gently guided her back around. Her knees buckled and she sank to the ground, body and mind numb. The part of her that had at some point become constantly aware of him noted that he followed her down, not releasing her from his embrace.
Water gathered along her lids, coating her lashes before more joined the initial drip, and soon tears were coursing down her cheeks in a seemingly unending stream.
She was learning a lesson that should have sunk in during the war. Perhaps if she'd had the capacity to deal with anything else during that time her heart wouldn't feel as if it were being squeezed in a vice-grip as the flames roared and stretched towards the heavens, rolling out the windows and upwards. The roof cracked completely and collapsed inwards. During the war, her home had been sent to Australia. Home had become Harry as they'd travelled on The Hunt with and then without Ron. For six years, home had been Hogwarts and it too had burned, but even then she'd found that the spirit of that home had resided in her classmates, her professors, and her Head of House.
Maybe now the lesson would finally sink in.
Home was not a place; home was a person, and that person was kneeling behind her, his fingers interlaced with her own and his thumb stroking along her wrist as the other squeezed her waist. Serenity from the contact tried to soothe her, but it couldn't quite overcome the devastation that possessed her in a hostile takeover. She could see now with hindsight that her problem had been that for a while, her home had simply resided in herself, and she'd poured that into the house she'd bought, muddling the two things.
It was just a house. It was just a house. It was just a house.
But it had been her house. All the dishes, special mustards, minute knick-knacks had all belonged to her and she'd just left most of it there, knowing this was a possibility. A keening sob leaked from her lips as the Emergency Services Brigade finally began to douse the flames. Draco's arm was the only thing to keep her from sinking to the ground, and she collapsed back into him. The hand holding hers brought their arms up to rest their laced hands atop her chest, further pressing her back into him.
Her knees ached before her legs lost feeling altogether as the fire dwindled down until the flames finally succumbed to the force of the unending spray. The rubble that was left smoked but with a few spells, it was guaranteed not to reignite. The occasional pop and snap of wood as sections of the floor caved in accompanied the collapse of what was left of a wall.
Hermione watched as Harry spoke to the Brigade, but soon her eyes tracked back across the lawn to the figure lying face down. Or rather, where the figure should have been. The indent was still visible as static filled her brain and she found herself unable to breathe. There were points of pressure dotting along the back of her hand, the garble of a voice at her ear, and her chest burned in the struggle to regain her breath, then darkness.
When she came back to herself it felt as if she were lying on her stomach on top of a cloud. Large warm hands rubbed along her back, up and down, up and down in a steady rhythm. Her eyelids felt as if iron weights were attached to them when she peeled them open again.
It wasn't a cloud, but rather her bed they were lying on. Gray eyes burned into hers with a fiery intensity, and she wondered if anyone had ever told him that drawing his brows together so often the way he was wont to do would cause him wrinkles. Her fingers drifted up and stroked the space between his brows, her fingertips drifting up to near his hairline to partway down the bridge of his aristocratic nose before returning along the path. His expression smoothed after a few moments, and her fingers drifted across his forehead, down his temple, then to his jaw where her palm came to rest.
The slant of the light filtering through her windows told her it was late in the afternoon. Why were they in bed?
Details began to filter back in and the hand that had been rubbing soothing patterns rested atop of hers, which she didn't even realize was trembling until that point.
"What happened?"
"What do you remember?"
"The fire, the dead Auror, Harry, the fire being put out and then…"
"There's an investigative team there now with Potter at the helm, combing a five-mile radius. We're not allowed to go back and before you fret, he placed a stasis charm over the greenhouses since Longbottom won't be able to check in on your joint experiments until further notice."
"Did they find—"
"Not yet."
Her stomach twisted, and she schooled herself into taking deep, even breaths. When she began to falter he pulled her hands to his chest, picking up the steady pace she'd tried to set. The thud of his heart beneath her palm and the even rise and fall of his chest helped her find her own footing again. Her eyes locked onto the expanse of skin at the base of his throat where his tie currently wasn't and two buttons had been undone until the static faded back away.
Her emotions had been all but dumped into a dryer and set on the max setting for both heat and time. She both never wanted to leave the Estate again and wanted to go out and track down the bastard who was so intent on ruining her life. A dozen spells she'd use should they cross paths flitted through her mind, and it wasn't until she felt pressure on her hands that she realized that Draco was keeping her fingers from turning into claws.
"We'll find whoever did this and all this bullshit will be over."
She wanted to believe that to be true, but the hovering dark cloud that'd found its place over her head since the end of Fourth Year made her wonder if that would ever be true. Were Veela wings strong enough to save her from the storm? The weight of a thousand pounds made itself known on her shoulders, and she knew a distraction of some sort was in order or she was going to obsess until her mind shattered.
"I just want to forget about everything for a while." She leaned in to nip the flesh normally hidden where the knot of his tie rested while she pressed herself against him from shin to shoulder. Draco was the only person that'd ever been able to halt all thoughts, wrangle every emotion when she needed it.
He tilted her chin up to study her, eyes narrowing in thought. "Is that so?"
"Yes." It came out hoarse, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Then get your pink toy and meet me in my room."
Heat flooded her cheeks as her eyes flew wide. "How did you—"
"When you were hurt the first time and I watched over you as you slept, the color caught my eye when you shifted the pillow next to you in your squirming, and so I put it away before Potter or Red could find it. It's nothing to be ashamed of." He leaned down to nip the tip of her nose before gracefully maneuvering over her and off the bed. He paused at the door to give her a last look over his shoulder before disappearing entirely.
The hammering of her heart changed tempo after it connected in her brain that he was interested in using the toy with her. If she could stay awake long enough to talk, she would have to ask him about wizarding sex toys in the dim of her bedroom. She rolled off the bed and went to her closet, using her wand to summon it.
His bedroom was yet an unknown, and she made her way there with nervous flutters in her belly. The door was open when she made it the few steps down the hall, and she peeked around the corner. The room was a light gray, decorated with expensive-looking wooden furniture embellished with exquisite scrollwork. His duvet and pillows were cream, rather than pure white. A bookshelf stood diagonally in a corner, holding two shelves of books, several picture frames, and a surprising amount of knick-knacks—momentos from trips and events, just like what she collected. What caught her attention the most was the leather armchair and a small side table that'd obviously just been moved in front of an enormous heavy-looking mirror.
He came out of the bathroom, his sleeves rolled to just above his elbows and a small jar of something blue in his hand. Her mind flashed to their last encounter, and she shivered. The movement, no matter how minute, must have caught his attention because he froze and drug his gaze across her.
"Come here."
Slowly, she made her way across the room to meet him. He tilted her chin again, staring deep in her eyes as if searching for something. "Did you know that occasionally we share dreams?"
Her stomach plummeted. Her vivid imagination was rife with sordid fantasies. "No."
"I try to remove myself when I realize it's one of yours. I feel like I'm invading your privacy. But once, likely the first or second we'd ever shared, I didn't realize it until it was far too late. Are your dreams reflective of your waking desires at all?"
She hesitated for a moment, biting her bottom lip. "I'm not sure. They're fantasies I use sometimes to…"
"To wank to."
Her cheeks flamed again. "Yes…"
"For someone so bold your shyness creeps up at the most interesting times." He swallowed as he took her in. "Don't ever hesitate to tell me no if there's ever anything you find yourself not wanting to do."
She nodded once.
"Promise me."
Of course, he would utilize that. "I promise."
"Would you be amenable to my adding a few items?"
Her eyebrows rose, and her heart thundered. "What did you have in mind?"
His eyes drifted over to the bedside table where a silver plug and what looked like two green pasties lay. She bit her lip and her fingers flexed around the pink vibrator she'd seemingly forgotten in her grip. "Oh."
"You don't have—"
"It wasn't a no. I've just… never done it. I would be open. To at least trying, that is."
His eyes glimmered as he relieved her of the toy, laying it on the back of the chair. "Take off your clothes and lie on your stomach on the bed."
"I should probably go shower first."
"Spell."
Of course there was a spell. She would feel better if she could have stood under steaming hot water for half an hour and thought about it, but apparently he knew her a bit too well to allow that. Obviously he wanted her in the moment instead of three steps ahead. After another shuddering breath, she stripped herself bare and lay on her belly as he requested.
He sat on the bed next to her hip and began to trace his fingers along her skin. There was a strange tingling that washed over her from the roots of her hair to the soles of her feet, and she felt as if she'd just been freshly scrubbed, a hint of the soap she preferred using even coming from the arm tucked under her cheek.
"Relax, this is another spell." His voice was low and the tenor raised gooseflesh on her arms.
She was about to ask what he was about to do when a warm, slick sensation coated her puckered hole. The warmth continued inside, and she whimpered. Oh.
His hands were gentle as they began to massage her upper thighs, cheeks, and lower back. She groaned when he squeezed the area where buttock met thigh and let her eyes fall closed. The rubdown continued until she was relaxed under his ministrations. One hand left her and pushed her thighs further apart, then his fingertips drifted up between her cheeks to gently rub the tight sphincter muscle for a few moments.
Lips brushed the shell of her ear. "Relax," he whispered.
With great effort, she did her best to relax again as she'd been moments ago. Slowly, he breached her, inserting his finger past his middle knuckle and drawing a gasp and a whimper from her. His other hand drifted between her thighs, collecting moisture on the way, and found her clit, rubbing in slow circles and drawing out a low whine from her throat.
"Alright?"
A slow nod. "It just feels strange, burns a bit."
"Just stay relaxed, it'll get better. Breathe."
Breathing, she should breathe. Yes. Draco slowly pumped his finger in and out, allowing her to adjust to the sensation, and after the burning stopped it was replaced by a strange pleasure. Her fingers clenched the duvet when he slid out of her, and she tucked her face against the soft material.
"Relax, breathe," he whispered. The plug felt much larger than what it'd looked as he slid it between her cheeks, teasing her, but perhaps that was all in her head.
The tip pressed against her with gentle pressure until it began to slide in. His fingers on her clit moved faster, increasing pressure. The breath she sucked in hissed as it dragged between clenched teeth. He stopped and pulled back until it was almost out before repeating the motion. The pleasure derived from his fingers working her offset the discomfort of the foreign stretch just enough to make it tolerable. Then with one long stroke and a whine, he slid it fully home. She jerked against his hand from the flash of pain when the most bulbous part stretched her past the point of discomfort.
"Good girl. Up on your knees."
Slowly, she pulled her knees up and under her, pushing her bottom up into the hair while her shoulders remained on the bed.
He muttered another cleaning spell, and she groaned as two fingers slid effortlessly inside her cunt, thrusting and curling; she'd never felt so deliciously filled.
"How do you feel?"
"Full." Her voice quivered.
"Do you like it?"
She nodded her head rapidly, groaning as he hit just the right spot. Her thighs trembled as she teetered on the cusp. So caught up in what he was doing to her, she forgot to be embarrassed by the wet sounds of his hands at work.
"Do you want to come?"
Another frantic nod.
"What do you say?"
"Please!"
"Good girl, you may."
She hadn't even been aware she was waiting for that but as soon as he said it, she was screaming into the bedding, shaking as her orgasm rocked through her. When she was catching her breath and coming back down, his hands slid from her, and she whimpered.
"We're not finished, don't worry."
He leaned over and nipped her left cheek and she clenched whimpering as she gripped the plug.
"Come over to my chair."
She pushed up on her hands and froze. "Um, will it…"
"It shouldn't come out, but I can give you a bit more security with it if you need."
A thumb stroked along her hip, and she nodded. Warmth trailed down her spine under the contact of his wand until it reached the base of the plug, which he tapped three times. Slowly, it increased in size bit by bit, stretching her further, and she shifted from one knee to the other, letting out a ragged breath when it stopped again.
"Better?"
Another nod. The click of his boots on the hardwood and the creak of leather let her know he was waiting. She slid off the bed and carefully made her way over, adapting to the sensations of moving with it until she was in front of him. He was fully clothed still, and her fingers twitched. Warm hands gripped her hips and spun her around, guiding her to sit in his lap, thighs on the outside of his own. He pulled her back until she was reclined against his chest and let his knees fall open.
"Look." Hot breath danced across her skin, and she turned her attention to the mirror. She was spread wide and on display.
"Watch." He picked up the jar from the arm of the chair and got a dollop on two fingers before capping it and setting it on the floor. The cream felt cold as he spread it across each nipple, forming them into stiff peaks and then applying the flower-shaped pasties. A wand wiggle had her gasping again at the new sensation of being suckled. She couldn't stop her squirm.
"There's a whole world of things I want to introduce you to. Magic can be truly wondrous." Silver eyes glittered as they watched one another in the mirror. He reached behind his head and produced the hot pink vibe, dragging it down her abdomen and clicking it on with his thumb when it drifted across her pelvis, then between her legs. Two clicks had it on a low setting, and she arched her back as he slipped it against her still sensitive clit.
A plethora of sensations rocked her body, her mind not able to decide which one to fully latch ahold of. She rocked her hips and groaned as the plug pushed further in, the base flush against her. Teeth scraped across her neck as he suckled the spot, laving it with his tongue. The material of his trousers, the buttons of his waistcoat, and softness of his shirt felt amplified against her naked skin. Another click and the vibrations intensified, causing her to jerk again.
"You've already got permission."
He pressed it more firmly against her, and she collapsed back against him as another orgasm slammed through her. Her fingers gripped the chair weakly as she fought for breath and attempted to shy away, now overly sensitive. He pulled it back a fraction, sliding it up and down along her slit, then her thighs, leaving a trail of slick come in its wake. It wasn't long, however, before he was pressing it back to her slick, swollen nub again, disregarding her whine.
"I can't."
"Yes, you can. Now watch." She hadn't realized she'd looked away.
The pink of the silicone stood out against the paleness of his hand as he rubbed it in a pattern of short presses, then a long one, then several more short ones and another long. He left trails of opened-mouthed kisses and love bites along her shoulder and neck, his other hand clamped on her hip to keep her in place as he clicked up the intensity again.
Maybe she could come one last time for him. Her hips shifted to rub against it, and a dark groan came from the juncture of her neck and shoulder, her eyes flicking to him, watching him as he watched her. He was impossibly hard beneath her, barely restraining himself from rolling his hips into her. The next orgasm hit her out of nowhere, her walls clenching around nothing and her nails digging into the leather until the world came back into focus.
"Merlin, I love hearing you scream like that."
Quickly she noticed he hadn't pulled the toy away. It was almost borderline painful at this point, and her hips pulled back as a sob worked its way up out of her throat. "No more, I can't."
"One more, just give me one more."
"I can't!" Her grip was almost nonexistent as she tried to push his arm away, but it may as well have been made of lead.
"Hermione." The sound of her name dropping from his lips with such patient reverence had her meeting his eyes again. "Don't you want to be my good girl?"
"Yes." It was a broken sob that slid from her as she answered and dropped her head back against his shoulder in submission, the hand on his arm clinging now instead of trying to remove him. He clicked two more times and the pleasure teetered on pain as she lay limp in his arms, shaking, nearly crying as he worked her into another fever pitch, his mouth to her ear whispering filthy things he wanted to do to her. It was as if she could feel every single cell in her body, and it wasn't until his teeth sank into the juncture of her shoulder that she was sure she'd be able to give him the last one, but then it was as if a bomb detonated. Fireworks erupted behind her eyelids with the force of how tightly she squeezed them as she convulsed and shook, boneless and nearly unable to move.
The relief as he clicked off the toy and set it to the side was palpable. She was able to fully relax against him as the tremors slowly faded from her muscles and she could slowly regain her breath. Fingers on her chin guided her face to the side where he kissed her gently, over and over between whispered thanks. He shifted her to the side, helping her curl up against him. The burn in her thighs where she'd had them tense and spread so long made her hiss as she pulled them back together, ignoring the mess on her skin.
"Nothing a hot shower here in a few minutes won't help. Did you like it?"
She nodded. "I never knew it could be like that. The intensity… It was overwhelming, being able to feel so much all at once."
His mouth curled against her skin. "Think you can walk? Or do you need me to carry you to the shower?"
"What about you?" She continued on at his blank look. "Aren't you going to come?"
"This was purely for you. I can take care of myself later."
"I want you to be able to get something out of it too." Shifting out of his grip, she slithered down between his feet to her knees on the floor. Her eyes trailed across his straining cock then noticed the wet splotches. She bit her lip and debated apologizing for ruining his trousers when his fingers popped open the button and slid the zipper down.
He lifted up and shoved his pants down just far enough to clear his erection. His hand moved towards his cock when she rose up on her knees, catching it and lacing their fingers together. She licked a stripe up his cock before taking him in her mouth as far as she could go. A hiss tore from between his teeth as she engulfed him, and fingers gripped her hair as she began to pump up and down what her mouth couldn't take.
"Fuck. I was going to take care of it." It came out breathless but not as a complaint.
She'd wanted to suck his cock again since the first time he'd let her. Her head bobbed up and down, her hair gathered and held back in his fist. He was heavy, throbbing on her tongue, and she knew he wouldn't last, not with the way she'd rubbed herself against him the entire time they'd been in the chair. She began to hum when he jerked, barely keeping himself from shoving himself down her throat.
"I'm about to…"
She pulled her mouth away and worked his cock with her hand, positioning her face directly in front of him. He wrapped his hand around hers, guiding her as the other grasped her jaw, holding her still until he erupted with a shout, thick spurts of come coating her cheeks.
Now it was his turn to collapse back in the seat, but he was unable to pull his eyes from the sight of her coated face.
"Since we were completing fantasies, I thought I'd take care of that one too." She rested her head against his thigh as they both recovered, his thumb stroking along her sore jaw.
After he was able to move again, he divested himself of his clothing and pulled her from her knees, leading her to his shower where he removed the toys and scrubbed every inch of her clean. Afterwards, when they were in his bed, clean, warm, and exhausted, her eyes drifted to his and it occurred to her that even if he couldn't save her from it, he would weather it with her unerringly. And really? That was all she actually needed.
See you all Saturday!