1 Complementary Colours
1.1 Chapter the Eighth – Delight and Discovery
Hooch's POV
This whole think seems to have happened in a blur, and any moment I'm going to wake up alone in my bed, get dressed and go out to the broom-sheds. But something deep inside of me knows that I'm not. This is real, it's so true. The soft warmth of her skin next to mine and the sweet surrender of her lips is not a figment of my imagination. My hands stroke her milky-pale skin, moving expertly to caress her breast, while I take the other in my mouth. The taste of her flesh is sweeter than butterbeer, and ten times as intoxicating. She moans softly as my tongue worships her nipple, and I can feel her body trembling with passion underneath mine.
The watery-pale moonlight that seems to peer nervously in through the window makes her ivory skin seem unnaturally white. The sharp contrast of her black hair is so perfect it could have been painted. My hands and lips swap jobs, moving the attention of my mouth to her right breast. Her fingers bury themselves in my short grey hair, running through it and stroking the back of my head. I raise my face for a second to see the look on hers. She smiles back at me, electric violet eyes sparkling with pleasure.
Slowly and seductively, I let my hands run down her chest and trace shapes on her stomach. Ella closes her eyes in ecstasy, and I run a line of fleeting kisses down her breastbone to kiss her stomach. I circle her navel with my tongue, making her quiver underneath me and let out little squeal. My hands stroke the inside of her thighs, as I kiss in circles around her stomach. Her skin is so soft and smooth, like silk. Is that a cliché or what? Well, I'm only telling it like it is……
My fingers run delicately over the inside of her thighs, before working their way to more sensitive areas. My breath on her stomach warms her skin as my fingers caress her, making her back arch underneath her. As she groans with desire, I stroke her harder, enjoying her pleasure almost as much as she is. I slowly slide one finger inside her……then two…..her slender body writhing in the blue moonlight.
She comes quickly and violently, crying out my name a little louder than is sensible…..but neither of us notice, we are in our own world. My lips leave her stomach as I draw my fingers out of her, and direct my kisses to where they used to be. The taste of her wetness fills my whole body, every sensation is bright and clear, but at the same time warm and soft. We are so lost in our own enjoyment that we hardly even heard the door open.……
The first we knew of our company was the hiss of a cat, so light that we both ignored it. We only jolt ourselves back to reality when it is followed by a yowl, as though the cat has been pushed back out of the door. I sit up quickly, kneeling between Ella's legs, and she lifts her head off the cushions to see what is going on. Her eyes are as wide as saucers, and her jaw drops in horror. It's at this point I realise that we should have been quieter.
Standing in the doorway, his face a horrifying mixture of shock, amusement, disgust and anger…..
Is Argus Filch
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Well, there's a twist you weren't expecting! What happens next? How do they get out of this one? Will the whole school know before morning? All coming up in the next thrilling instalment of "Complementary Colours" a Hogwarts femmeslash by Dark-Fox. Coming soon to a computer near you!
1.1 Chapter the Eighth – Delight and Discovery
Hooch's POV
This whole think seems to have happened in a blur, and any moment I'm going to wake up alone in my bed, get dressed and go out to the broom-sheds. But something deep inside of me knows that I'm not. This is real, it's so true. The soft warmth of her skin next to mine and the sweet surrender of her lips is not a figment of my imagination. My hands stroke her milky-pale skin, moving expertly to caress her breast, while I take the other in my mouth. The taste of her flesh is sweeter than butterbeer, and ten times as intoxicating. She moans softly as my tongue worships her nipple, and I can feel her body trembling with passion underneath mine.
The watery-pale moonlight that seems to peer nervously in through the window makes her ivory skin seem unnaturally white. The sharp contrast of her black hair is so perfect it could have been painted. My hands and lips swap jobs, moving the attention of my mouth to her right breast. Her fingers bury themselves in my short grey hair, running through it and stroking the back of my head. I raise my face for a second to see the look on hers. She smiles back at me, electric violet eyes sparkling with pleasure.
Slowly and seductively, I let my hands run down her chest and trace shapes on her stomach. Ella closes her eyes in ecstasy, and I run a line of fleeting kisses down her breastbone to kiss her stomach. I circle her navel with my tongue, making her quiver underneath me and let out little squeal. My hands stroke the inside of her thighs, as I kiss in circles around her stomach. Her skin is so soft and smooth, like silk. Is that a cliché or what? Well, I'm only telling it like it is……
My fingers run delicately over the inside of her thighs, before working their way to more sensitive areas. My breath on her stomach warms her skin as my fingers caress her, making her back arch underneath her. As she groans with desire, I stroke her harder, enjoying her pleasure almost as much as she is. I slowly slide one finger inside her……then two…..her slender body writhing in the blue moonlight.
She comes quickly and violently, crying out my name a little louder than is sensible…..but neither of us notice, we are in our own world. My lips leave her stomach as I draw my fingers out of her, and direct my kisses to where they used to be. The taste of her wetness fills my whole body, every sensation is bright and clear, but at the same time warm and soft. We are so lost in our own enjoyment that we hardly even heard the door open.……
The first we knew of our company was the hiss of a cat, so light that we both ignored it. We only jolt ourselves back to reality when it is followed by a yowl, as though the cat has been pushed back out of the door. I sit up quickly, kneeling between Ella's legs, and she lifts her head off the cushions to see what is going on. Her eyes are as wide as saucers, and her jaw drops in horror. It's at this point I realise that we should have been quieter.
Standing in the doorway, his face a horrifying mixture of shock, amusement, disgust and anger…..
Is Argus Filch
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, there's a twist you weren't expecting! What happens next? How do they get out of this one? Will the whole school know before morning? All coming up in the next thrilling instalment of "Complementary Colours" a Hogwarts femmeslash by Dark-Fox. Coming soon to a computer near you!