I'm so sorry all for my very long time between posts. I haven't been particularly well recently, and depression had been kicking my ass. I'm feeling better now, so hopefully writing fluffy love stories will come a lot more easily to me!
Thank you all for your comments etc, they mean the world! And thank you as always to my wonderful beta ElizColl!
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Warning - Smut ahead!
And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck. I'm falling for your eyes but they don't know me yet and with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now….kiss me like you wanna be loved.
Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran
Feeling only marginally more confident after speaking to Draco, and after taking heed of his cousin's advice during his earlier shower, Teddy steadied himself to Apparate to Hermione's. Apprehension still prickled through him at the thought of what may happen later; this was, after all, their third date. Would Hermione expect sex, would she want it, did she have any expectations of his performance? He chewed his thumb nail, a habit from childhood that he never quite managed to shift, and checked his watch for the time. Although tense, he was anxious to see Hermione again.
Even though they had been developing a steady habit of seeing each other almost daily after work, he couldn't get enough of her. The more time he spent with her, the more he could imagine the rest of his life doing just so. Perhaps it was the hopeless romanticism he'd inherited from his mother, but he knew he could never feel for anyone else the way he felt for Hermione. He took one more glance at his watch; it was time to go. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Teddy calmed his remaining nerves and Apparated to Hermione's living room.
He arrived with a "pop," precariously close to where Hermione was stood putting her coat on, and he stumbled, knocking Hermione.
"Sorry, love," Teddy apologised, catching hold of her waist before she tumbled.
Hermione smiled, greeting him with a kiss that made Teddy's lips curve into a beaming smile. "It's alright, I'm getting used to you and your dangerous Apparition techniques."
Teddy melted into the kiss, cupping his hands around her waist to pull her flush with his body. "I've missed you," he stated, once their lips parted..
Hermione ran a hand through his moppy fringe, a slight blush colouring her cheeks prettily as she replied, "I've missed you, too. Even though it's only been a day."
Teddy chuckled, running his hand over his hair. "Yerh, even though it's only been a day." What had gotten into him? He wasn't usually this bashful around Hermione; clumsy and prone to excessive rambling, yes, but never like this.
"Are you ready to go?" Hermione asked, pulling him from his thoughts
"Yep, all ready to go," he said with a large grin, a rush of boyish excitement flooding through him at his impending surprise. Shaking the last of his jittery energy out of his hands, he asked, "Where are we going then?"
"Close your eyes, it's a surprise," Hermione prompted as she closed the distance between them and covered his lips with hers. Teddy obeyed happily, sliding his hand through her hair as he deepened the kiss, all sense of apprehension melting away. He felt the sensation of Apparition go through him, and, within seconds, cold air blew through his hair, signalling they were now outside.
"Where are we?" he asked eagerly, his eyes still shut tight.
Hermione giggled. "Guess."
Teddy paused, letting his other senses take over as his eyes remained closed. The cold wind bit his cheeks, and a rustling of leaves could be heard as it blew through them. He heard Hermione's feet crunching against leaves on the ground as she moved. He moved his foot, testing the ground below him, and creating the same crunching sound.
"Somewhere outside?" he guessed, a sureness to his tone.
"Yes… keep going," Hermione replied, her voice sounding quieter with distance.
He breathed in, smelling the rich autumnal smells around him. Trees, plants… animals? A twig snapped in front of him, announcing the arrival of someone or something that wasn't Hermione.
"A forest?" He guessed again.
"Yes. Can you guess which?" came Hermione's reply, further behind him still.
The smells around him seemed so familiar. Another snap of a twig in front of him, and a "hmmph" noise startled him, the feel of warm breath against his face alerting him to the proximity of some sort of creature. Tentatively he reached out his hand to stroke it, the feel of soft velvety fur brushed against his finger tips. More sure of himself, he flattened his palm to stroke the creature's long muzzle tenderly. It shook its head, causing coarse strands of wiry hair to touch his arm. A horse?
"Is it somewhere I've been before?" he queried, his hand still stroking the creature as it nuzzled against him, rubbing its muzzle against his cheek.
Hermione giggled softly. "No, but somewhere you've always wanted to go."
He paused; surely she hadn't? The paperwork and procedures she would have had to go through to get him here... "The Forbidden Forest?" he asked unsurely, disbelieving he could finally be there.
"Yes," Hermione replied, and he could practically feel the excitement evident in her voice. "Open your eyes."
Excitedly, Teddy opened his eyes and gasped at the creature that was stood in front of him. A beautiful unicorn mare stood barely inches from him, her eyes closed in contentment as she allowed him to pet her. "Merlin's Beard," he whispered under his breath, scarcely believing he was really petting a unicorn, something he never thought he'd have the chance to do. The unicorn pressed her muzzle firmly against his hand, encouraging him to continue the petting she seemed to be enjoying. He laughed, fussing the creature, reveling in the moment he had dreamed of since a child listening to Hagrid's lessons. His fingers stroked down the mare's neck, soothing her and himself as he did so. He watched as her ears flicked, and she snorted, almost seeming human-like in her actions. Teddy turned his head, searching for Hermione and caught sight of her stood several feet behind him. He smiled wide and mouthed, "Thank you," causing her to smile back at him. Teddy turned his attention back to the unicorn mare, who had begun nibbling playfully at his fingers to bring his attention back to her.
Teddy felt a tapping at his back and turned to see Hermione had levitated a small tub of sugar cubes over to him. He smiled appreciatively and took out some to feed the unicorn, who whinnied gratefully at him. Taking his time to chat and fuss his new friend, Teddy didn't notice the sun setting until the stars began to twinkle in the sheen of the mare's horn.
Only once the unicorn tired of his company did Teddy walk over to join Hermione, who had settled herself on a pile of blankets she had placed under a large oak tree. He sat down, leaning against the tree and opening his legs, gesturing for Hermione to sit between them. Hermione offered him a smile that Teddy couldn't help but swoon over, and shuffled over, nestling herself comfortably between his thighs. Teddy watched, impressed, as Hermione produced a miniature picnic basket from her coat pocket, and, with a quick tap of her wand, proceeded to enlarge it to its normal size.
"I wasn't sure what to pack, so I just brought a little of everything," Hermione confessed, shyly biting her lip in a way that made his heart race. She released her lip, and began unpacking various picnic foods. Mesmerized by the small indent left on her lower lip by her teeth, Teddy ignored the food and instead leant forwards to press a loving kiss on the small mark.
"It's great, any food is good with me," he replied with a grin, reaching to grab the nearest item. He looked down: a sandwich. Feeling his stomach gurgle in protest at his newly realised hunger, he began to wolf down the food. They sat in a comfortable quiet for awhile eating their picnic, the sounds of the forest filling the silence, the pair only stopping to trace gentle touches over each other's skin. Teddy focused completely on the gentle way Hermione's thumb stroked the back of his hand, soothing his soul. He had never felt more content than he did right now. The bark of the tree was rough beneath his coat, contrasting with the softness of Hermione's back against him. Stray curls tickled his chin, and he couldn't resist leaning forward and breathing in her scent, closing his eyes as he savoured the moment. He couldn't imagine anything more perfect than here and now with Hermione. A sudden tickle to his side made him jump, and he looked towards Hermione.
"Sorry, you seemed to be in a world of your own," Hermione said, a small hint of apology in her voice.
Teddy rubbed the back of his neck, and smiled at the witch in his lap. "Sorry, just dreaming away."
Hermione leant into his chest, her curls flattening against his coat. "Do tell me?" she asked, looking up at him with warm eyes.
"Tell you what?" Teddy asked, confused.
"Tell me your dreams," Hermione asked, a slight roll to her eyes as she smiled at him.
Teddy stuck his tongue out at her. "You want to know my dreams?" he repeated, confused.
Hermione turned her head slightly so she could see him better. "Yes, your dreams, what you wish for in life," she clarified, her eyes nervously flickering beneath her lashes.
Teddy paused for a moment. Not including his desire to change the world's views on werewolves, he'd had the same dream for most of his life: to grow old with the only woman he had ever loved. And that seemed to be on the way to coming true. He was already living his dream.
"You," he replied honestly, nerves pounding his heart, his hand sliding over hers as he confessed his feelings. "It's always been you."
There was a painful silence for a moment, and Teddy's breath caught in his chest as he thought he had said too much. He was caught off guard by Hermione shuffling around to straddle his lap, her bright eyes looking deep into his. She pressed her lips against his, coaxing a slow kiss from him. Teddy wrapped his arms around her, his hands clutching her waist with a growing desperation. He groaned in pleasure as Hermione's hands carded through his hair.
"There was a moment, during the years we corresponded, that I wished you were older, because then you would be my dream man," Hermione said wistfully.
Teddy scrunched his nose, and his fingers toyed anxiously with one of Hermione's curls. "Do you still wish I was older?" he asked, worried at how she may answer.
"No," Hermione stated firmly, her eyes locking on his. "Because then you wouldn't be you. Those were the worries of a woman who felt guilt over her growing feelings for a man she thought was too young for her." A delicate hand brushed over his cheek, causing Teddy to lean into her touch.
"On paper you were a man who blind-sided me with his perfect prose and engaging wit," continued Hermione, her eyes never leaving his. "Everyone encouraged me to date, but I couldn't. How could I even attempt it when someone else had already set the bar so high all others withered in comparison? No matter what, though, I was constantly reminded that this person was the young boy who I had cared for for all these years. The image of you in my head contrasted so much with the one that your letters portrayed, and I just could not allow myself to fall." She sighed softly, biting her lip nervously. "And then you came back, and I realised you weren't that boy any more."
Teddy swallowed, nerves tightening in his chest. "And now?" he urged, strumming his fingers on her thigh anxiously.
Hermione smiled at him, warmth shining through her features. "And now I see you as a man, one I could very easily fall in love with."
Her admission caught him off guard momentarily, and Teddy stared dazedly at her. Had he heard her correctly; could she really feel that way already?
"Really now?" he asked with a cheeky lilt once he gathered himself, a grin creeping over his features. "How easily?"
"Hmm," Hermione leant closer to him, her lips parted, drawing him in. Her hands threaded eagerly through his hair, pulling him towards her. "Very easily," she whispered, tickling his lips. "I'm halfway there already."
Teddy clutched her closer, closing the final gap between them as he crashed his lips against hers, kissing her fiercely. She had no idea what she did to him, she couldn't possibly know. The simple confession brought his soul alive, knowing that his dreams were coming true.
The kiss was interrupted by the sound of Teddy's stomach growling, and he pulled away. "Sorry," Teddy said with a chuckle, "I guess my stomach has had enough interruptions."
Hermione laughed. "Not a problem. Tomato?" Hermione offered, shaking a box of cherry tomatoes at him. Teddy smirked, knowing she would have only packed them for him. Neither Ron nor her children liked tomatoes, but she always packed some on every picnic, knowing how much he liked them.
"Thanks," he said, taking one and throwing it upwards to catch in his mouth. He caught it clumsily, missing and dropping the offending fruit into his lap, earning a snort of laughter from Hermione.
"Well, I suppose I can't be smooth and suave all the time," Teddy chuckled, before popping the tomato in his mouth.
"Are you ever smooth and suave, Mr. Lupin?" Hermione teased.
Teddy grinned, flashing Hermione a hungry look. In one smooth movement, he swept Hermione up by the thighs and pulled her around to sit across his lap.
"You are fully aware just how smooth I can be, Ms. Granger," he purred in her ear, his hands creeping underneath the hem of her jumper to caress the soft skin of her abdomen. Hermione's breath hitched at the teasing touches, and Teddy caught the unmistakable scent of her arousal in the air. Unable to help himself, he pressed her closer to feel the effect she was having on him.
"Maybe it's time to head home," Hermione said in a husky tone.
Teddy stilled his hand, worried at what she meant. "Okay?" he asked anxiously.
Hermione looked at him, her eyes dark with desire. He could feel her hands sliding under his jumper, each touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "I mean together," she said pointedly.
His mouth felt dry all of a sudden, and he swallowed nervously. "Okay, let's go then."
Teddy Apparated them into Hermione's sitting room, and they tumbled over the coffee table in a tangle of limbs as Teddy miscalculated their destination in his enthusiasm. Hermione looked at him with a raised eyebrow, though her lips quirked upwards in mirth.
Teddy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and hoped he hadn't overstepped. "Sorry, I suppose I may be being a bit presumptuous here..."
Hermione grabbed the lapels of his coat, pulling it off him and throwing it unceremoniously onto the chair alongside hers. She began dragging her hands slowly down towards his belt buckle. Teddy swallowed nervously and began to kick off his boots, stumbling slightly in his haste, causing Hermione to giggle. He grinned, moving to pull her close for a kiss.
"Come here," he beckoned, kissing away her giggles. He slid his hands down, squeezing her bum, before pulling away as he remembered the all important charm that Draco had drilled into him earlier in the day. "I should probably do this now, before I lose my head," he said, twirling his wand in his fingers. "I mean, not to assume, but you know, just in case."
Hermione nodded with a smile. "Well, I said three dates."
"If you're not ready…" Teddy began before Hermione cut him off with a hungry kiss.
"Oh, I'm ready," she stated, pulling him in for another kiss.
He smiled against her lips. "Okay." Pointing his wand at her, he performed the spell, before dropping it on the coffee table.
"So, erm, bedroom then?" he asked cheekily.
Hermione gave him a smouldering look. "Bedroom," she demanded, beckoning him towards the stairs, a slight sashay to her hips that made Teddy groan. He bounded up the stairs behind her, capturing her on the landing outside her bedroom. He pressed her against the door and leant his forehead against hers. The scent of her arousal filled his nose, and he groaned at the smell of it. He was painfully hard, and desperate for her.
"You have no idea how much I want you," he breathed against her lips, and he felt her shiver at his words. Seeming to take the lead, Hermione's hands began to slide up his chest, urging his jumper off him, and tossing it to the floor before guiding him into the bedroom. His lips descended on hers once more as he followed her towards the bed, their bodies moving onto it effortlessly. A rustle of material and he had tugged her jeans off, pushing them out of the way.
He tried to ignore the trembling in his hands as he slid Hermione's top up her body, only to realise he couldn't get it any further while kissing her. Reluctantly pulling away from Hermione, Teddy sat back on his heels to pull the top over her head. Once the material was gone, he looked down, drinking in sight of the witch before him on the bed. He almost pinched himself at the vision before him; Hermione splayed across the bed, her hair fanned out around her head like a pillow, her lips swollen with his kisses, her eyes blown wide and her chest heaving with desire. She was so beautiful, he couldn't believe his luck. Despite the nerves still rushing through him, he was in awe of the fact his witch was finally his. Biting down on his inner cheek, he held back the confession of love that bubbled on the surface of his tongue. It was far too soon to let Hermione know just how much he felt for her, how he was indescribably, irrevocably in love with her.
"You look beautiful," was all he could allow himself to say, despite his heart aching with the need to tell her exactly how he felt. A delicate blush spread across Hermione's cheeks at that statement, and Teddy was mesmerised at her beauty.
Hermione reached out and trailed a finger down his chest to his belt buckle. "You're too far away," she pleaded, her voice no more than a whisper as she grasped the buckle and pulled him closer, eliciting a hiss from him. Teddy leant down closer, placing his arms either side of her shoulders and moved his lips to hers. Swept away in kissing Hermione, he barely noticed her taking his jeans off until he heard his belt buckle hit the floor with a clink. Soon, each remaining item of clothing was gone, until all that was left was Hermione's lace knickers. Hermione's bare legs entwined with his, his cock pressing temptingly close to the apex of her thighs. Suddenly all the bravado he had built up during the years wilted, and, for a brief moment, Teddy felt like the shy fourteen year old who wistfully longed for Hermione from afar.
Fear began to prickle uncomfortably at his spine and he froze. "I don't know what I'm doing," he confessed quietly, turning away from her in a moment of shame, unable to look her in the eye. Suddenly he felt Hermione's hands brush against his jaw, moving him to look at her.
Hermione stroked a hand down his cheek, urging him to look at her. Staring at him, her eyes full of tenderness, she whispered, "You have yet to disappoint me, Teddy, this whole time we've been together. The first time with any new partner is always a bit awkward, messy, and, quite frankly, a little bit rubbish, no matter how many times you've had sex before. You're still getting to know each other's bodies, and it's all new territory. Even though I've been with someone before, I'm nervous; this is the first time I've been with you and I'm learning all over again. But that's the best part of sex, learning together," she told him, eyes full of sincerity before she pulled him closer for a kiss.
Feeling a new surge of confidence, Teddy ran his hands over Hermione's curves, grasping tightly at her hips as he pressed her flush with his body, showing her just how much he wanted her. Feeling her shiver against him, Teddy became further emboldened, and flashed Hermione a wolfish grin as he slowly moved down her body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He paused momentarily to lather attention on her pebbled nipples, earning himself a moan from Hermione that went straight to his aching cock. Teddy groaned, closing his eyes and willed himself to calm down. He knew it wouldn't do to finish before he even started. He returned to his ministrations to her skin, showering kisses lower and lower down Hermione's body until he reached her stomach. He pressed adoring kisses along the faint silvery stretch marks that still adorned her skin, hoping one day his own child would grow there. His fingers brushed her hip bone, and the sound of Hermione's breath catching filled his ears as he began to draw down her silk knickers.
"What are you doing?" came Hermione's question, her voice thick with desire.
Teddy paused, looking up to catch her eye. "I want to make this good for you," he growled, his voice taking on a husky tone he hadn't heard himself use before.
"You don't have to do that…" Hermione gasped, her voice trailing off as Teddy slid her knickers down her thighs and threw them across the room. With a coy smile he leant back up, pressing his hands either side of her head as he captured her lips with hers, kissing her with all the hunger he felt for her.
"Oh, but I do," Teddy purred against her lips. "I've dreamt of tasting you for years. Even fantasised how you would feel against my tongue. I need to taste you, my love."
He threw her one last wink before moving back down her body, back to his position between her thighs. Teddy trailed lazy kisses down her inner thigh, creeping torturously slow to her sex. The smell of her desire was almost overwhelming, filling his wolfish senses with need. He almost felt high from the pheromones she was leaching into the atmosphere. Teddy pressed a soft kiss against Hermione's sex, flicking his tongue out to taste her, and Hermione whimpered in response. He had enjoyed the bitter tangy taste before when he had tasted it on his fingers, but it was so much more tempting from the source.
"Please Teddy, stop teasing," Hermione begged huskily, her voice barely more than a whisper, and Teddy turned his focus back to her.
He chuckled. "Yes, love," he replied before lowering his head to kiss her sex once more, earning another whimper of pleasure from his lover. Recalling everything he had learnt, Teddy ran his tongue teasingly over her clit, and Hermione moaned. He didn't think he could ever get tired of hearing that sound. Feeling more confident, he traced his tongue over her folds, teasing her again, before returning to run the tip of his tongue over her clit. With his confidence growing, Teddy continued his teasing movements, earning another moan, before returning to run his tongue over her clit once more. Her thighs trembled as he stroked her skin softly with his finger tips, each mewl of pleasure increasing with the tightness of his hold upon them.
"Oh Godric, Teddy!" Hermione cried as her thighs tensed around his face.
Teddy let his hands roam Hermione's curves, creeping higher to tease her nipple.
"I… oh, Teddy, don't stop, don't…" Hermione's back arched as she cried out in pleasure, her hands clutching tightly through his moppy hair as she came against his mouth, her thighs locking around him. As he listened to her cry out his name in pleasure, pleading with him not to stop, Teddy didn't think he could stop even if someone Imperioed him, the taste of her too intoxicating.
Crawling up her body to meet her lips with a hungry kiss, Teddy drank in the sight of her sprawled across the bed, dishevelled and glowing from the orgasm he had just given her.
"I want you," Hermione whispered hoarsely against his ear, her hand traced down his chest, nails catching in his coarse chest hair in a way that sent a shiver down his back, straight to his desperate cock. Holding back his need for her, Teddy took hold of Hermione's hand, bringing it to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on her palm.
"Oh no, not yet my love," Teddy smirked against her skin, his eyes locked on hers. "I want one more orgasm from you first."
Hermione's eyes widened and followed him as he moved to trail kisses down her neck, his hands stroking down the curve of her waist, her hips, and to her sex, his fingers sliding through her soaked folds once more. He drew slow lazy circles around her clit, feeling slightly smug as Hermione's hands clutched at his forearms desperately, her finger nails digging in as she let out a whimper of pleasure. He sped up his fingers, and she clutched at him, pulling him closer to capture his mouth in a demanding kiss.
"Teddy." His name fell from Hermione's lips barely louder than a breath. Teddy smiled to himself; he didn't think he could ever get tired of her saying his name that way. Ducking his head down, he lowered himself back down her body, peppering slow soft kisses down her inner thighs. Replacing his fingers with his tongue, he coaxed one more shuddering orgasm from her, reveling in the sound of his name tumbling from her lips in sobs of ecstasy while his tongue pushed her over the edge, only stopping once her thighs stopped quivering. He turned to press one last kiss against her thigh, and looked up to see Hermione flushed with pleasure.
"Wow, Teddy," Hermione gasped, her voice thick and breathless, her cheeks stained with a blush. "Just wow."
"Well, I do aim to please," Teddy replied with a cheeky grin.
He slowly crawled up her body, capturing her lips in a desperate kiss. His hand ran timidly up her ribs, stopping at one of her full breasts, where he kneaded the soft flesh, brushing his thumb over her pebbled nipple. Hermione let out a breathy gasp against his lips, and wrapped a bare leg around his waist, pressing his achingly hard cock against her sodden sex. Teddy groaned, holding back a shudder of pleasure at the contact, and prayed he didn't embarrass himself by ending before they even began.
"I want you so badly," he confessed with a husky whisper against her lips. He didn't think he had ever been this aroused before.
Hermione kissed him fiercely before trailing her lips across his jaw line and tantalisingly whispering across the shell of his ear, "Then take me."
A mix of anticipation and excitement coursed through him as Hermione leant back against the bed, pulling him down with her. The feel of her naked skin against his set his nerve endings on fire. Teddy looked down at Hermione, spread across the pillows with her skin flushed with pleasure. Her curls, already tangled from her movements, were sprayed over the pillow around her head like a halo. Her chest was heavy as she caught her breath, still breathless from her orgasms.
He couldn't help but feel in awe of the beautiful woman that was finally his after all these years of longing. Of never truly daring to hope to be hers. His hands trembled slightly with nerves. How long had he dreamt of this moment? Hermione looked up at him through hooded eyes, and he stifled a moan as she beckoned him closer. The room was torture on his sense of smell, the overwhelming scent of sex and pheromones all consuming him with want. A wave of nervousness fell over him, and his earlier confidence began to wane.
Hermione seemed to notice his nerves, and smiled at him, her fingers ghosting over his chest, the soft scrape of her nails over his skin distracting him with their enticing touch, and her leg wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer still.
"Please," Hermione whispered near his ear. Teddy swallowed hard as her husky tone sent a jolt of arousal straight to his groin. He twitched in anticipation against her inner thigh and closed his eyes, willing himself to breathe. He pressed forward to thrust inside her, only to bump against resistance before he even entered.
Shit, what had he done wrong? He cringed at his blunder, his confidence dissipating as an overwhelming sense of panic crept over him. Now he'd blown it, he couldn't even get it in her, she was sure to leave now...
To his surprise, he felt Hermione wrap her hand around him, guiding him towards her entrance.
"Oops," Hermione purred against his ear. "I guess you got me too wet."
With the help of Hermione's hand, Teddy thrust forward once more and sank into Hermione's wet heat, and he moaned at the sensation. Merlin, the feel of her around him was torturously good, and Teddy could only grit his teeth and begin recalling potion ingredients in order to stop himself from coming right then and there.
"You feel incredible," he groaned through clenched teeth, desperation bleeding into his voice. His eyes looked into Hermione's.
She brushed her fingers softly through his hair. "Your hair is turning different colours," she said quietly, her voice full of wonderment.
"Huh, that's new," he muttered, earning a small giggle from Hermione as he kissed her. The leg wrapped around his waist squeezed, encouraging him to move. His skin seemed alive, picking up every sensation of her touch against him. Gentle fingertips ran down his biceps, and he thrust again, turning them into the biting scratch of nails as Hermione moaned beneath him. Teddy's hands clutched the sheets tightly at the sight of Hermione beneath him, flushed with desire, and her lips parted with a soft moan. Despite his best efforts, he knew he wasn't far away from finishing.
"Oh, fuck, Hermione," he groaned, lowering his head to lean his forehead into her neck. He placed open mouthed kisses over her pulse point, savouring the taste of salt on her skin. "I'm too close, I'm sorry," he rasped desperately.
Hermione captured his face in her hands, bringing his lips to hers. "Don't be, this time is all about you." He let out a groan as her hands moved down his chest, her nails scratching gently over his nipples as she did so. He was so close, the feel of her around him was almost too much. One, two, three more thrusts and he came with a loud groan, his head falling against her neck once more as he emptied himself into her. He lay his head against her sweaty collar bone, planting a sloppy and tired kiss along her soft skin.
"I love you," he confessed, a ghost of a statement that was barely audible, but tumbled from his lips into the hollow of her neck before he could stop himself. He hoped that only her curls had heard it. Small hands crept around his neck pulling him up to receive a kiss from her lips.
"Wow," he blurted out, making Hermione giggle.
"Yes, wow indeed." Hermione smiled back at him, brushing a damp clump of hair from his face.
"Yes," he replied, rolling onto his side and pulling her close to him. Hermione reached for her wand, spelling them clean with a quick flourish of her hand, before cuddling into his chest.
He dipped his head down to kiss the crown of her head, breathing in the flowery scent of her hair. His hands slid round her soft skin, each one splayed wide to cover as much of her as possible. He let out a sigh of contentment as he felt her soft breaths tickle his chest. It wasn't long before sleep caught up with him, pulling him into dreams about the woman in his arms.