Marshmallows and Fuckery
It was hot, the bonfire crackling, snapping and popping as she braved standing close enough to it to roast the marshmallow that was stuck on the end of the stick she held. The twins' fireworks exploded in the air above them, drawing ooh's and aah's from the crowd of onlookers, at least those that hadn't paired up, sneaking away to canoodle in the nearby woods. The sound of a snapping twig sounded behind her; causing her heartrate to exhilarate, Hermione inhaled, the scent of spice: ginger, nutmeg and cinnamon all battling, each invading her senses as she whipped around holding her flaming marshmallow like a sword, coming face to face with him.
"Easy kitten," he purred, peppermint and cider on his breath, he held his hands up defensively.
"What do you want," she asked him, tired of their games. For months now they'd been secretly shagging at gatherings like this one and she was sick of it.
"You," he said simply, Hermione felt her knees weaken.
"What are we Charlie," she asked him as the flames burned through her stick causing her charred marshmallow to drop onto the floor between them.
"Whatever you want us to be love," he said, reaching for her, his muscled tattooed arms drawing her in against his toned chest, his mouth closing over her own, dominating her as he lifted her, carrying her into the forest. Hermione knew they shouldn't do it, that he'd be gone again by morning, back to the Dragon's he loved far more than her, but as he pushed her against a tree, stripping her of her clothes, she didn't care, because she'd always be willing for one more night of pleasure, one more night of him fucking her in secret because over the years she'd grown to love him and she'd be whatever he needed, even if it meant loosing a part of herself each time he left her, disappearing before she ever awoke.
"Will you stay this time," she asked him as his cock pushed into her.
"If you want me too," he replied.
"I do," she whispered.
"Then I will," he promised, kissing her again, Hermione wished she could believe him, but he'd made that promise before, far too many times. Tears leaked out of her eyes as the came together.
"Kitten, don't cry," he said.
"Please don't leave me again," she begged, Charlie frowned at her, but for the first time since they'd started this tryst, he kept his promise, Hermione awoke the next morning wrapped in the Dragon Tamers arms.
"I've put in for a transfer to the Welsh Reserve," he said, kissing her curls in a way he never had before.
"For me," she asked.
"No for us, I love you kitten," he breathed.
"I love you too," she replied, believing that all would be well, of course only time would tell.
