Thor was sitting in his best friend's townhouse with more of his peers than he had been around in years. There were at least twenty five people close to his own age in one room, three months out of Azkaban had made a hell of a difference.
They were in the billiards room and there were four smaller tables scattered around, people standing and four playing pool currently. It felt normal and he let himself relax into the chair after having beat Flint and Pucey with Jase, his best friend, who was talking quietly to Nott. Thor nodded to Everson when the former Ravenclaw came to sit down with him and Flint.
The two of them predictably began talking about quidditch and he watched Selwyn scowl at his partner and start explaining something intently but very quietly, while smirking into his glass. These tournaments used to be fun, then they had stopped because no one was having any of that. Now they were here again, more than before, and trying it out again.
Belby stuck his cue out, trying to trip Montegue, and Thor was laughing when he heard Everson say it. "Who would have thought the witch would just sink to her knees like that? Granger is more than I had expected."
He didn't turn toward Everson or let himself react. Instead he waited and noted Flint's perhaps uncharacteristic silence. "Why are you looking at me like that Marc? If that swotty icy witch had looked up at you through her lashes and spread her legs then you would be finding someone, anyone to talk about it with."
Thor considered the words and the tone. It did sound as if Everson were dying to talk about it, as if he were still surprised. Part of him didn't blame Everson for his stunned reaction, talking about it was out of line though.
He knew well enough what she looked like, had taught her not to be ashamed, to ask for what she wanted. Perhaps too well though as Everson kept going. "We were all at Chang's wedding and somehow, well then we weren't there and I couldn't." The wizard ended with a clear lack of being able to articulate his jumbled thoughts.
Thor did turn toward Everson then though, that was three weeks ago and this was ending now. Everson noticed his movement and had stopped talking when their eyes met.
"The witch is a bit much I agree, too much for you apparently. If it happened last night then a sex hangover might explain your loose lips. Enough. Another word, if I hear it from anyone else, I'll tell her." Thor had spoken casually, as if it were all in good fun and he watched Everson scowl and then a sort of curious look crossed his face as he cocked his head. The wizard had clearly had too much to drink.
"What do you know about it?" Everson asked as he leaned forward looking for gossip, and Thor derided her choice. Obviously there was no discretion here, or not enough. The wizard was good looking and nearly as booksmart as she was but this was not worth whatever she had gotten out of it. Thor didn't think it would have been much, if he had been this stunned the whole time.
"Are you insane? Stop talking. Just, here." Marc spoke quietly and then summoned a sober up potion from the rack by the alcohol. He made the wizard take it and Thor just waited until Everson looked as if he might be sick, then he shivered and took a long blink, a side effect the potion always had.
"Alright?" Thor asked, something closer to a real grin on his face now as Everson looked at him with clear chagrin.
"I'll keep my mouth shut. It was." He trailed off when Thor raised an eyebrow pointedly and let his eyes harden. He did not want to hear about it, the way she liked to have him pull her hair just a little or be manhandled and forced to take it through an orgasm. Just the thought of it was enough to make his cock twitch.
"Interesting." Everson said, leaning back in his chair and clearly showing he was done.
"No it isn't. Move along." Flint said in an aggrieved tone. Everson grinned at them and saluted with his empty glass, then headed toward a refill.
Marc didn't say anything and neither did he, the thought played in his head though. She was sleeping with random people now, with people who were not discreet and that was surprising. That she could leave a trail of stunned blokes in her wake was not at all surprising but if she was in need of a bedmate then perhaps he should reach out, it was certainly worth a shot.
It was a Saturday morning and she was in the Alley at ten, which was earlier than she would usually be here, but she had been home last night and had fallen asleep at eight thirty. She needed to approve her dress for the winter gala and pick up her order of potions and potions supplies; then she was going to do something nice for herself, perhaps go to the muggle side and get a massage. A lovely lunch after that and then she might be willing to take Jessica up on her offer of dinner and drinks tonight. Maybe.
Her gown was lovely. She wasn't sure if she wanted to wear heels yet, so she instructed them to leave the hem and set the charm so it would be the right length if she did decide to wear flats. The dress shop was pretty and it felt private as the dress was packaged carefully and she put it in her bag. Sincere thank you's and nods were given to the proprietor and then she was back out in the grey alley. They had put up climate charms here and so it didn't rain but the pavement was wet as if the rain did fall.
She was just entering Slug and Jiggers when someone caught her eyes and she glanced over to see Rowle and Styles headed this way. The latter was laughing, talking, and hadn't noticed her but the former had. She didn't let herself do more than smile absently as she got the door open and entered the shop.
It took a few minutes for it to be her turn to get her package but soon enough she had it in her bag and was pushing the door open when she noticed him again. His tall form was leaning against a lamp post outside the door and he was watching her. What did he want? Looking at him was no hardship, but he hadn't sought her out like this since school and she felt a bit unsure.
Still, she hadn't paused and wouldn't. Instead she nodded politely and headed down the alley, making for the apparition point. He didn't catch up to her but was following her, why?
Right until she was about to step into the marked apparition space and then she heard him move quicker. She stopped, spinning around as she made it into the space and met his dark grey eyes in question.
There was a light in them that she wasn't sure she was reading right and the way he looked her up and down was also an indication but surely not and so, what did he want?
"Give me a minute?" He asked her, seeming casual as if he made requests of her often.
"Here?" She kept a polite smile on her face and met the challenge in his eyes.
"Discretion." He chided her playfully and she just gave him a curious look before settling back into her polite waiting.
Rowle held his big hand out to her in invitation and she waited a beat before placing her hand in his. She felt him link their fingers and pull her tight to him before he spun away.
They arrived in a study, one filled with warm woods and the smell of leather and paper with a trace of whiskey. She could see a broom mounted above a bookshelf behind his big form and she wondered if this was his home.
"Do tell." She made to pull her hand free but he did not let go and when she looked up at him, she refused to blush immediately at the way he was looking at her.
"Speak." She finally said, doing her best to drawl the word out and watched his lips quirk.
"I'm wondering if I might be of service." His eyes were on hers now, not any other part of her.
What did that mean? Her face must have asked the question because he dropped her hand and stepped back. All she could do was wait and see what he wanted or leave.
"I'm offering, when you want it." Hermione knew she was staring because he slowly raised a brow and so she crossed her arms and lifted her chin.
"Come on, witch. If you've got something then I'll bow out gracefully." He seemed to be coaxing and she made herself consider that he was being serious. Offering her sex apparently, like she was sixteen again.
That time there had been an embarrassing incident with Towbridge, a Ravenclaw the year between Rowle and her. He had been ardent and she had been trying to be polite but had ended up just telling him to his face that she didn't want to be the person he learned how to do this with. She hadn't known Rowle was there at the time, but his low chuckle had sounded before he plucked Towbridge off her and then gave her an offer to be the one learning. A month or so later she gave in and they had met pretty often all year. That was a long time ago though, a lot of time and just, a long time ago.
"Why are you offering?" He looked her over again, her question seemed to be answered by that and she shook her head.
"I refuse to buy that the idea of this just popped into your head. It didn't last time." She shot at him and he seemed to settle down, his face more serious and his eyes looking less like he was thinking about taking her clothes off of her. She hadn't been misreading that look then.
"I do know now though, how good it is." Rowle pointed this out but she waited, why and what did he want? Eventually she glanced around the room again, having never been in a space that was his even if he said the room they had used a few times in the Room or Requirement was his at home.
"It came to my attention that perhaps you might be in need of a partner." She met his eyes again and considered that, she frowned and went to open her mouth.
"Don't overthink it. I promise to be good." The last was said with a wicked kind of chuckle following it but she refused to blush or look away.
She was not sixteen and inexperienced, well she might not have his experience even with the year and half she had to catch up while he was in prison, but she had learned to meet him head on when it was just the two of them years ago.
"I don't think so." She tried not to sound regretful or look away from his face. No way was she just going to fall into bed with him now, even if she sort of wanted to. He had been good, the best she had been with, and it had been fun too. He had let her experiment and kept his end of the deal, that it was to be between them alone and no one else would know what was done or said.
"It took thirty four days for you to give in last time." He said contentedly and she glared at him, meaning it this time, and the prick just grinned sinfully at her.
His wand came out, she felt the tug at her Magics but didn't react.
"You can apparate in and out now." Hermione met his eyes and eventually rolled hers at his intent expression and his grin, like he knew that she would use it, and so she held up her wand and spun away.
Landing in her flat, she refused to think about the way he had looked at her or about how it had been back then. Instead she would go and get a massage or something, anything, and she was taking Jessica up on her offer too.
Weeks later she was at the Winter Gala, it was at the MacMillian's this year, and it was beautiful and boring in the way of big events. She had gotten ready with Ginny and had drinks with her old friends before coming. They always did so before the four big events of the year and then they went off on their coupley evenings after they all had a few dances and drinks.
Jessica was dancing with Everson and laughing up at him in a way that made Hermione feel bad for her friend, but she was talking to Germania Bulstrode about her problem with pixie infestations while eating shortbread and fruit, so she was not unhappy currently.
"Ah, here comes young McLaggen and I know he is not looking at me like that. Until next time Miss Granger." The older witch said with a wry sort of smile and Hermione could have groaned aloud at the smarmy smile on McLaggen's face. Their one attempt at a sort of date in her sixth year had not been repeated but he seemed to keep trying and his persistence was the opposite of laudable.
Hermione smiled, grateful for the warning, and turned away a second later. There was nowhere to go but she could at least keep moving. Then a hand grabbed her wrist gently and she was pulled to the dance floor. She looked up and was somewhat surprised to see Flint smirking down at her before glaring at the wizard no doubt following her still.
"Happy to be of service." He said as she laughed but wondered at the phrasing.
"My thanks." He swept her up into the crowd of dancers and she was content to be spun around in a companionable silence.
"You are good at this." She finally admitted when she was not quite dizzy but close and still hadn't stumbled.
"Always the tone of surprise. I'll admit I was sent." That got her attention as the music began to slow and he had them by the garden doors. She wasn't sure what to think when he stopped precisely at the doors, spun her, and then gently pushed her outside.
She was pulled by the hand and she felt the magic cover her as she ended up against the wall around a close corner on the terrace. She could smell her capturer though, Rowle.
"So pretty." He said into her ear. She could only feel his body heat and his hands circling her wrists where he was holding them gently to the wall she was pressed against. Hermione couldn't see him at all and she was not sure what to think.
"It is a nice terrace." She thought she sounded a bit breathy but was pretty pleased she had got that out as she felt his breath across the top of her chest.
"You've danced and mingled. Let me take you out of this dress." It felt like a long time before the warmth in front of her got close enough that she could feel his chest against hers and the brush of what was probably a jacket against her bare arms.
"Spread out my study desk with your hair hanging down, or on my bed with your legs tied to the bedposts and your hands free to wrap into my hair. Or the shower, maybe that could be the second round." She had her eyes closed now, his words were like an assault, and he was barely running his lips over her skin. First her neck and then her ear, over her nose and now right under her collar bone.
Then all the sensations left, his hands, the warmth of his body, all of it and she blinked her eyes open. Of course there was nothing to see and she assumed she had survived that assault and bit her lip, she was going home now regardless.
Before she could push off the wall and turn around, she was pressed against him instead of the wall and his lips were a hair's breadth away from hers. She could feel his breath and the heat of his skin right there. Resist. She had to, she would not give in. The moment felt frozen.
She heard his low groan and felt his finger flex around her waist.
"Stubborn." He growled eventually and she wished she could meet his eyes instead of this invisible thing. Then he was gone and she had to steady herself.
This time she carefully took a breath and smoothed her hands down her dress. Okay, she was okay. Her lips felt tingly and she refused to consider the state of her knickers, but she was fine and would go back in there and then leave.
Jessica Marwick was an American witch Hermione had met when she did her stint in the International Department and they had remained friends after her exit from that part of the Ministry. She was different from her other friends in several ways. One was that she liked the muggle world, and they spent a lot of time there. Additionally, Hermione had been Jessica's first friend here in Britain and so the friendship was wholly her own and without as much baggage as with the people who had grown up here.
They spent a lot of time together, neither of them having family or a serious significant other. So that's how she found herself sweaty and drinking a bottle of water in a muggle club with Jessica behind her and random people surrounding them.
They liked to go dancing and had fun doing so. They usually called it quits at about eleven and found they had less problems to deal with if people weren't completely intoxicated around them.
"Ready to go?" Jessica asked, having turned down the good looking guy that had been trying for the last ten minutes. Her dirty blonde waves were mussed and her friend was flushed from the dancing and maybe a little bit from the alcohol. Hermione's nod had them outside in a few minutes. She pulled her coat tight around her at the extreme temperature change outside versus the crowded club they had just left.
"Sadie said they were going to Mixed." Jessica said, her tone said she was into it or they could just go home instead.
"I know you said Everson was lacking but I think you are picky." Her friend leaned in and whined. The wizard was good looking and had seemed like it would be better than it turned out to be.
"I can come for a bit, but you'll have to judge him for yourself." She teased back, they had messed around together a few times with muggle guys and found themselves basically unenthused with the results.
So they ducked into a little park and she let Jessica side along her to the apparition location outside of the wizarding club in Leeds. It was the biggest one in Britain that was an actual club instead of a place that had dancing.
It was bright and loud, it was also quite full. She was occupied with getting a drink and saying hello to the group of Hufflepuffs that were celebrating Justin's birthday, when Jessica indicated that she had found her prey. Hermione was too busy to do more than grin at her friend. After a moment, she left Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott on the dance floor and headed for the loo without considering anyone was waiting for such a moment.
She was laughing when she left the loo, two witches in the bathroom had been transfiguring a ripped dress and she had been useful in her more sober state, and she headed back the way she had come a few minutes before.
A hand grabbed her wrist and she was yanked into a room and heard the door close.
"Just where were you before, dressed like that?" Rowle breathed into her ear from behind her as he pressed her into the wall.
"A muggle club. The wrist grabbing is uncouth." She chided. He was obviously ignoring her to run his fingers along the hem of her dress on her thighs and she felt his teeth close around the back of her neck and bite gently. God that felt good, resist. She had to remind herself that she was not complying and was resisting. Firmly letting it roll off of her back and not reacting, not giving in.
"If I'm only being uncouth then you have nothing to complain about. I want to kidnap you and have you wake up with no option but to enjoy it before I let you go." His words were said into her hair and he was still. He seemed to be content pressed against her, touching her.
"Do contain yourself." She managed to get it out without whimpering and could feel him hard against her lower back. Goddamnit. His fingers skimmed up her dress as they just breathed together and she forced herself to remain still.
"You are fronting, witch. Twenty one days is a long time and my hand is not as satisfying as it was when I was eighteen." Now he was whining and she smiled into the wall, knowing her hair was covering her face because he had pushed it over that shoulder.
"Just go sleep with someone else." She said without sarcasm.
"I want you. Why go elsewhere? If there is someone then just say so." He wasn't whining now. In fact, his thumbs were softly tracing the undersides of her breasts and she wanted to wiggle against him or at least move her hands from the place she had put them on the wall so she didn't touch him, but she kept them there.
"I can manage without you." She challenged and he stepped further into her. She turned her head as he pushed her against the wall, it didn't hurt and she wasn't scared, but her heart was pounding.
"I know you can." A low groan came after that and he was kissing her neck while his fingers rose so slowly on her chest. No. This had to stop or it would happen with or without her actual verbal capitulation.
"Rowle." She said it firmly and it might have worked except she tilted her neck at the same time and cursed herself internally as his teeth ran over the tendons where her shoulder met her neck.
"I know what no sounds like and I don't hear it. If I just touched you, you would give in." It was said like a promise and she refused to admit that he was right.
"You like me to be willing, more willing than this. Even if you took me and tied me up, you would still tell me first." She pointed this out as calmly as she could and felt him still.
"Can we do that? After you finally give in and let us both have what we want." She pushed against him then in a way that said let her go, purposefully not rolling her ass into his erection like her body so clearly wanted her to. She felt his left hand creeping toward her hair and then the first gentle pull of him twisting a curl around his finger.
"I'm going to kiss you next time. Be ready." Was all he said. He seemed to take a deep breath against her neck and squeezed her waist before he stepped back. Then he opened the door beside them and physically picked her up and put her down in the hallway, and closed the door behind her.
Time to go. Definitely time to go. Merlin. What had put this in his head? After a few breaths, she made it to the end of the hallway only to find Styles leaning there and resolutely not looking at her. Oh fucking splendid.
"Your friend is over there. Going to let her make the same mistake?" The wizard said, chin jerking toward the far side of the club and she looked, eventually finding Jessica with Everson and his group of friends, whom she didn't know well. Then she realised what he meant and walked firmly toward him and leaned against the wall right beside him. Mirroring his crossed arms and one foot up against the wall.
"What happened?" There was no point in pretending Jason Styles did not know. She wasn't sure Rowle had ever said anything to Styles about her, but he had been around a few times and she had welcomed his sneering Slytherin presence because he generally behaved as if she were not a disgusting mudblood most of the time. It was suspicious, back then, but not overt. This, however, was overt and since he had directly spoken to her, she had felt safe asking.
"I don't know. Thor just froze him out and here we are. Marc seems to know but you know how things are supposed to be." Hermione listened to his words and the tone before glancing toward Jessica and watching her smile at Everson.
"Bad enough to go over there and save her?" Everson's infraction could have been a simple comment or something lewd. He could have been rude, she herself had found the sex disheartening and defineitly a mistake.
"I don't think so. Thor didn't tell you to." Styles replied as if knew what his friend had said which she was sure he didn't. However, it was true, Rowle never warned her and so she considered that.
"Well, this was her plan. She likes his green eyes." Hermione said airily and decided she would talk to Jessica about it tomorrow and she could decide what to do. It wasn't like Hermione actually knew more than what she had been told, which was very minimal.
"Green eyes are overrated." Styles scoffed beside her. She turned and grinned at his sideways glance.
"Good to see you." She said airily and pushed off the wall.
So Everson had prompted Rowle's interest in her somehow. She sent a twirling purple spark to Jessica and watched her friend's eyes follow it back to see her and wave. Hermione gave her a serious look but nodded, there that was a warning anyways. The witch nodded seriously back before waving casually and blowing her a kiss that she caught. That was good enough. With that done, she headed home.
When she looked up to see him in the light of day and in a cafe, she was not sure what to think. The way he was coming toward her told her that this was either not a coincidence or he was taking advantage of one.
"Can I sit?" The question came and she nodded easily, tapping her wand on the little standing menu and a coffee appeared on the other side of the table.
"I can't do it." Rowle said quietly, eyes on hers and she could only silently ask what he meant.
"Kiss you like that." Now she knew what he meant but did not understand why and refused to ask. So she smiled easily and kicked his calf gently under the table in acknowledgement.
"We can brush it aside if you want." He seemed to be offering but before she could decide how to respond, he kept going. "There aren't the same restraints this time."
Now she was more confused but still unwilling to speak.
"I couldn't see you. I couldn't chase you. Now, it's harder when it isn't life and death." He seemed to sit back, one hand on the cup he hadn't touched and the other on his thigh. It was a bit uncomfortable to have him meet her eyes like this and talk about something not sexual or at least teasing.
"Like I said, I can survive." She offered when he was clearly waiting for her to speak. Thorfinn Rowle was a gorgeous man and while not patient in the traditional sense, he was focused and amusing. He always looked a little bit tousled and a sort of golden that used to make her sigh internally, mostly internally.
"It's a blow but I can take it." He said in slightly wounded tones but his eyes were not laughing or even playing along.
"Why? Look, Everson isn't a problem and if he becomes one then I can deal with it. One less than glowing review or whatever is not going to ruin me." She stopped, he looked as if he were listening but didn't speak and so she kept going.
"Jessica has gone out with him twice and thinks my own less than glowing review is garbage. I have no idea what she sees in him but they are going out again this Thursday." Maybe it was just Everson for some reason or some kind of chivalry, which existed but it wasn't any kind she had ever heard of before. It had Styles keeping an eye on her friend or her, whatever it was.
Now he was smirking at her and she wondered exactly what he was thinking. Then wondered if she actually wanted to know and took another sip of her mostly forgotten latte.
"You should have come to me. Then he wouldn't know and we would already be sleeping together." Rowle said as if she had caused a problem and she couldn't help laughing at the affronted look on his face. A quick glance said they were not close to others and they were being pretty quiet, good enough.
"I should have actively sought you out at a wedding you were not at?" He scoffed at her and was now paying her that predatory kind of attention again.
"I loved it when you came looking for me." This was not the place for this and she gave him a warning look. His tone had made clear what he meant and the apparent depth of his feelings on the matter.
"Just agree. I don't want to wonder." All levity abruptly left the situation. His expression, hers, the eye contact all shifted and she bit her lip and wanted to say yes. His focus was a great place to be, at least the parts of it she had benefited from.
"Witch. Let go of your lip." He basically growled and she did not shift on her seat but easily could have. Might have if they weren't in public.
"Say yes now and I'll do it like I planned." It was an offering, what did he mean he had planned.
"What am I agreeing to?" She wanted to know and couldn't quite manage to say yes. God, that would be really nice, whatever it might actually end up being was sure to be very nice.
He liked to delay and prolong, edging as she had found out later, and he talked. There was no shortage of information on her partner's thoughts or feelings when she was with him. For transparency he asked for things, had made himself vulnerable and wanted her to be so too.
Rowle wasn't her first, that was its own awkward uncomfortable tale, but he had been her first real partner and maybe she had been pretty young to explore or experience that but she had and it made sex less enjoyable in the now. There had been two other guys that she had considered to be good matches with her that way, one was contracted to marry another and the other had been a muggle guy she had met in the US when there with Jessica. That was not an encouraging list. There had been good sex but not that great, mind blowing, feels so good to be sore, kind of sex or intimacy.
"You look so good thinking about it. I'll kiss you and you'll end up in my bed, my real one this time." She hadn't even noticed she had looked away from him until he spoke again and she felt herself flush.
"You want to say yes." Rowle pointed out and she rolled her eyes but sort of enjoyed his smirk. As if he couldn't strip whatever witch he wanted of their knickers.
"Not once either." He said firmly and now pushed the coffee aside and leaned in.
"No more comments about you from anyone else." She blinked at the tone and the way his eyes met hers. Really, this wizard was so dramatic.
"Alright. More than once and no one else." She eventually got out, watching his face and the clear surprise there, as if he really had thought she would say no.
"It's been twenty nine days. Maybe there is some symbolism in thirty four." He said back, watching her with a small grin and eyes that were nearly totally different to the serious ones from earlier.
"You can decide if there is." She said in as blasé a tone as she could and needed him to leave now. This was not the place for him if the assault was continuing.
"So rude." He chided her but stood and looked her over once again before walking out the door. Well, the decision had been made. She could fantasize until it happened at least.
It was day thirty three and she wasn't sure if she should venture out in hopes of being kissed or go home in a display that she would not do the former.
Jessica was out to dinner with Everson and sort of in her own head about the wizard, it was incomprehensible but it was happening, and so Hermione was currently without her usual distraction.
She was in the atrium, heading home and only vaguely considering quitting her current job and finding something that was not her in an office with never a never ending inbox.
"It's me." She heard the voice say and then felt hands on her waist, her heart leapt and she felt silly but also excited.
Then she was taken via apparition. She landed with a blindfold on and just his hands on her hips keeping her steady.
"I didn't like it. Hearing him talk about seeing you." The words came in a low serious tone.
"Honestly, if this is about him then let's do this twice, fulfill the agreement, and get over it. I am." She said firmly. Her hand reached for the blindfold and he gently grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"This is about some tosser touching you or trying to and thinking about you expecting something and getting less." That wasn't anything she might have expected him to say. His finger trailed down the back of her hand as he let it go.
"Think I still can?" He was closer now, her hand fell onto his chest and she didn't know what to say to that.
Yes, she was sure it was a yes question but that kind of ego inflation went against the grain. Kiss her, she wanted him to kiss her now.
Instead his hand left her waist and she felt him gently wrapping her curls around his fingers and hand, rolling her long hair up. She let him tilt her head up, why was it like this with him? Even the anticipation was so good and she couldn't remember feeling the insides of her thighs tingle like this, had thought maybe she had misremembered, especially since nothing had even happened yet.
"Will you still give yourself to me? Even if people have not risen to the occasion?" Now she could feel the blush on her face and neck, why was he saying all this?
"Will you still trust me with this, like you did before, even after everything that's happened?" Now he wasn't asking, he was just murmuring so close to her mouth and there was no inflection in the words.
Finally, finally, his lips brushed against hers and she made herself remain still, did not allow herself to crumble into him or fist the hand she had on his shirt. Be calm, stay calm. It was just a kiss, a light one.
"So little." He was trailing kisses down the side of her jaw and she bit her lip at the flashbacks of him questioning her size and what qualified as ready for him.
She was so close, it had to happen now. He said he wouldn't let her come until she was on him but then he tortured her with emptiness and repetitive movements and now she didn't care if he was big and didn't want to hurt her.
It was her magic holding down his hands on the bed now and she tossed the wand she had summoned aside again and held his eyes while she did it. She couldn't take him all at once, she had to stop three times but eventually he was all the way in her and she was finally, finally, going to get to come. So full and just so close.
He had taught her, they had spent hours looking for the best angles, so she didn't think about it and just leaned back and braced her hands on his thighs, just below his knees, and let herself roll her hips on him and listen while he talked about how tight she was and how hot and to hurry up because he was going to come.
Now, it wasn't quite the same, but his feather light caresses and the way his free hand was smoothing up and down the side of her waist made her just as crazy.
Soft light kisses, bare brushes of his lips and he didn't let her reach for more, held her head securely in place and she realised she did have her hand fisted in his shirt now. Her free hand was on his waist and she let herself hook a finger into his belt loop and for the first time was kissed with pressure. It wasn't much but it felt like more because she had been waiting and waiting.
"So pretty. So eager." He broke off the kiss and spoke into her neck. Still holding her, preventing her from chasing his lips with the hand in her hair.
"Follow me." This was what she had meant by patience. Her shoes were off and she didn't notice until she stepped onto the carpet. He kept her kissing him and chasing him around several corners and he rewarded her with words and little touches as he confirmed his direction with his hands.
"So close. Fuck, I did not think this through. The first round should have been planned to be fast and dirty." His words sounded pained and she wondered if she had finally entered his room because she had no clothes on besides her knickers and her bra.
"Did you wear this for me?" She hadn't specifically worn these for him, so she stayed silent. She had picked up a crotchless set and stockings all done in black that she would save for a time she wanted the upper hand but she had paid attention and been happy with her undergarments every time she left the house since the cafe days ago.
"The scars should not make you hotter but they do." She heard the thud of his knees hitting the floor at the same time as the door closed behind her. She let him back her up against it while he breathed on her stomach and rubbed his nose along the waistband of her knickers. There was nothing to do but let herself run her hands through his hair. She felt him push his cheek into her hand. He was a bit like a cat, she hadn't thought of that in a long time.
"Finn." She breathed it out when his tongue licked along her. She still had knickers on and so was both pleading and frustrated.
"There it is. My name sounds good on your lips. You should use it." He bit the inside of her thigh gently and she fisted a hand in his hair, not letting herself throw a leg over his shoulder. The way he had a hand on her hips told her that he wanted her to stay put. She wasn't going to go anywhere except closer to this torture.
"When?" She made herself ask the question and her wry tone was lost to a gasp when he closed his mouth around her lace covered nipple and sucked, not gently either.
"God." She got the word out then two of his fingers were gently circling her clit and she was so tempted to spell her knickers off. The way he was pinching and rolling whatever nipple was not in his mouth, it was sinfully good and just not enough.
"You are so wet. So good for me. Take them off." She wasn't sure if he meant her knickers or bra or both but when he stepped back she took them both off manually and listened to the pace of his breathing. Relief was all she felt when he seemed to lunge at her. His naked body pressed against hers as he scooped her up.
"So often, I thought of you here in my bed. Smelling you on my sheets and warding us in here so there was no time limit." She was on her front, face down on the bed and she felt like her whole body was underneath his. It was so warm and he was heavy but not squishing her. He was hot and hard against her upper thigh, she wiggled back against him, looking for friction and movement.
"Tell me what you want. Talk to me." His requests were punctuated with kisses. Her head turned to the side as his free hand traced down from the side of her breast to her thigh and back up.
His lips trailed the back of her neck and down her back. What could she say?
"Touch me." There, that covered it and she could hear his smile.
"I am." Her huff of disapproval got a light smack on the ass but she wasn't sure what to say. His fingers and lips were just tracing her body and she shivered as his fingers moved up the inside of her thigh then cut across to her hip and then up.
I want to feel you, to come stretched around you. That was the answer but she wouldn't say so, just couldn't. She moaned when his lips made their way to the inside of her thighs and she did not try to keep her legs together.
"I won't give you a damn thing until you start talking to me. That is my favorite part, or close to it. I've come so many times, thinking about your voice and the things you would say. That time behind the greenhouses, you were so tight and so wet before I even touched you. Hearing you tell me that you were thinking about me, about the night before. The way you looked at me and just said you wanted to suck me off again." If his voice was not raw sounding and his cock was not leaving trails of sticky pre-come where it was dragging against her, then she might have been embarrassed far more than she was. It had been her rewarding him though, for his all about her display the night before.
"Not everyone reacts like you do. You should have warned me." She whined this out instead of asking for something and felt him still with his fingers just barely touching her wet folds.
"What can I say to that?" He sounded pained and she just tried to wriggle into those fingers.
"I'm sorry, Hermione. For letting you embarrass yourself and maybe others because I am more intense and vocal than most people." She tried to say it with a sincere sound but couldn't manage it and gasped when he bit the inside of her thigh. It wasn't painful really but close and so high up that she fisted her hands in his hair and refused to think about what she looked like right now. She was trying to force meaningful contact and he was resisting her. So she pushed up off the bed and basically writhed against him, Merlin.
"Don't. Fuck. Just don't. You can tease me like that when I'm not so hard and don't feel like I'm going to lose it all over your legs." She heard him and sort of smiled while biting her lip. She was being moved again and found herself on her back and underneath him with both of her wrists held in one of his hands above her head.
"I want to see." She whispered, feeling brave and trying to get this moving faster. At least her orgasm moving closer toward her.
"You're going to have to convince me." He was teasing her, she could hear it in his tone but she also felt him brush against the inside of her thighs and knew it was much harder for him to deny her if he was in her.
"You talk. I don't know what to say." She just blurted it out because the barely there touches of the tip of him against her were not fair and it had been a very long time since she had a truly spectacular orgasm.
"You look so good like this. In my bed and so flushed. I haven't even truly touched you yet and you are so wet and open for me. Your scars are so hot." His fingers were tracing the burst on her middle and he was sliding through the wetness between her legs. Fuck.
"I spent the first few days thinking about the past, you and me back then." The fingers left her chest and she felt him shift his weight and then she was arching off the bed, as far as she could. One thick finger was sliding into her and the pressure of his cock sliding against her clit did not stop.
"So little, so perfect." His words were just making this all even better and she wanted her hands free.
"If I give it to you, all of it, and the way I think you want it, you'll have to talk. That's the deal, witch." A second finger was just pressing against her opening with the first was all the way in her. She felt like she just needed a little bit more, he could just curl his fingers or push in harder or-. She finally caught up with what he said and nodded.
"Please. Yes. I'll talk. I just. What should I say?" Her mind felt sort of fuzzy and she would follow directions quite happily to get what she wanted.
"Show me. Tell me something." The second finger pushed in a little bit more and she squeezed, wanting more and more friction.
"I didn't know you were patient. I knew you were driven and focused but I didn't realize that wasn't a normal thing." She gasped out when both fingers were all the way in her. She tried to move against them but his knee pressed against hers in warning and she went still when his fingers felt like they might be removed.
"I knew better. Knew that if they wanted to…Fuck yes, Finn." He was curling his fingers just a little bit and the pressure was increasing. Her head was tossing back and forth, as he leaned down to lick her nipple.
"Wanted to what?" He sounded wrecked, like he might just come on her legs like he said and she was sure she felt herself gush. Holy hell, this was, he was so good at this.
"They didn't want me. They wanted sex but they didn't want me to lose myself in it. Please, Finn." She was so close and the way he was just barely touching her clit with his thumb while so slowly fingering her was torture, she was so damn close.
"Fuck. Fuck. I can't." Everything left, his hands, the heat of his breath against her chest, reflexively she flexed her hands. She had a half second of panic that he didn't want to have sex or that she said something wrong, but then she felt him cover her with the head of him at her opening.
"Let me in. I'll fuck you after I just want to be in you while you come on me. Let me fill you up like that and feel you squeeze and shudder around me." He pushed into her and lifted her at the same time. It was all movement and stretching until she was perched on his lap, hands braced on his chest and completely full of him.
"Finn." She was being held down on him, just held tight and full. First she let herself squeeze and try to work herself that way but it just wasn't enough. She was still so close. So she rocked herself, rolling her hips, and felt so good at his low groan and the way his fingers tightened.
"Stay still. I'll do it." His hands left her waist and she tried to be still until she felt his thumb circle her clit more firmly and his other one gently traced her scar across her chest.
"Tell me what you want." He basically begged her and she tried to be still but she knew she was going to come, could feel her body tightening and was biting her lip and probably scratching his chest as she tried to be still.
"To come stretched around you like this. To feel it tomorrow." Obviously a winning answer because everything got hotter, harder. He was not going to stop this time, his hand was back on her waist as he rolled her on him, more more and then lights flashed behind her eyes and her back arched.
"The prettiest thing I have ever seen. Fuck." Finn cursed and she knew he was coming too, felt it in the tense muscles of his body under hers and the way both of his arms were holding her to him, one on her ass and one wound into her hair.
"That was not the plan." He said, somewhat shakily a minute later. She vanished the blindfold to see his face, but still couldn't. He was holding her head to his shoulder so she ran her hand through the chest hair she could reach and waited. She was feeling a sort of lethargy and satisfaction that she usually associated with more than one orgasm but was not complaining about it.
"Do you have to go?" She had closed her eyes, feeling him softening in her as they lay there and she was somewhat surprised by the question.
"No, I can though." It felt like she should offer. He tightened his grip, just this side of too tight, before loosening it a bit.
"Don't go. You always had to go." Now he was complaining and she pinched the nipple in reach and then giggled at his growl and the way he flexed up into her.
"We agreed on two." She said as breezily as she could and wasn't sure what to say into the silence.
"I don't think so." He said heavily and her eyes did pop open then, his tone was somewhat harder.
"I'll say this once, at least I'll say it again. You'll tell me if you don't like something?" He still wasn't meeting her eyes or letting her move, so she nodded. She would have told him anyway and she wondered why he was asking.
Big hands lifted her off of him and he gently laid her down. She watched his hand make a sort of complex looking motion so she didn't see the ties grab her ankles. He didn't look at her until he was on his stomach between her legs. There were pillows behind her, his eyes were such a dark grey and so soft looking that she wasn't sure what to say.
Big warm hands gently smoothed up the inside of her thighs and she watched his face as he stared at her, eventually she nodded once. This got a slow sinful sort of she had the erotic experience of watching his eyes as he focused on her crotch, a single finger traced a drip of him back up and she moaned when he deliberately pushed it back inside of her.
"No fucking way am I letting you go this time. You will have to learn to resist if you want free of me." Two fingers pushed into her roughly and she wove the fingers of one hand into his shoulder length hair and felt him groan against the crease of her thigh as he licked and bit her playfully.
"Finn." She moaned, eyes closing as she felt his tongue circling his fingers and surrendered to the insanely blissful feelings he invoked.
"You told Granger." Thor looked away from Jase and focused on Everson. The guy looked genuinely put out and a bit angry.
"Not what you said." Thor answered calmly.
"Why, after months, three months Rowle, would you tell her?" Everson glanced around and Jase raised a brow sardonically and sneered at the guy as if he were an idiot. Which was not wrong, but Everson didn't understand why he was getting this derision.
"We haven't spoken of you in a while." They hadn't, Thor didn't like talking about him and she wasn't pleased with the wizard lately and so they referred to Everson as Him or Jessica's.
"Then why the hell would she come at me about it last night?" Everson sounded baffled and Thor just raised a brow and nodded at Marc who was playing pool and frowning at the situation. He wasn't an Everson fan either.
"Do shut the hell up. You are an idiot. She told me at brunch last weekend that she has watched you chat up two witches, in her presence. That you got a warning about talking out of turn, was not so much in defense of her friend and had more to do with the knowledge of your loose lips." Jase said, quietly but snidely in his way.
"Is she being passed around now? First Thor and now you?" All discretion had fled apparently and that was loud, silence reigned for too many seconds afterwards and Thor watched Everson's anger leave and wariness take its place.
"The brunch was at mine." Thor said as evenly as he could and then turned and went for another drink and maybe a deck of cards.
"Alright. Holy shit. You are being very chill, Thor. Someone get Everson out of here." Pucey said in a sort of impressed tone.
"Sit down, Jase. Find two more for poker." Thor said, his friend still glaring at the door Everson had walked through, Belby firmly speaking as he dragged him out.
"We only have max an hour to play before we have to defend our title." Jase grumbled when he sat down with the requested pair to facilitate a game of cards. Thor hummed his agreement, they did have an hour before it was their turn at the pool table and needed some distracting until then.
"So, Granger?" Avery asked, looking curious.
"Just shut up. I'll fucking cancel this tradition if she becomes a topic." Jase bit out and then seemed to forcibly calm down.
"Neither of you would share, so the relationship is serious then." Selwyn commented but nodded easily and picked up his hand of cards.
Thor didn't say anything, hadn't said anything really. Jase was overprotective and Everson was a tosser. They had been spending a lot of time together, some of it with Jase, and so this display didn't bother him. He had few complaints.