Title: Puzzle Pieces
Warning - This chapter contains adult situations not intended for children under the age of 17. If your not old enough to see an R rated movie, you aren't old enough to read this.
Chapter 6: The Previous Night (Part 3)
The bellboy led them into their suite and waited patiently as they surveyed the room. It was HUGE. The biggest bed Charlie had ever seen on one end, and on the other, a set of doors that led down three stairs to a sitting area. A plush sofa and an overstuffed armchair sitting on an ornate oriental rug. A set of French doors led outside to a large balcony. The bathroom was bigger than his old bedroom at the Burrow and contained what Hermione quietly told him was "a Jacuzzi" and that she'd "explain later."
The bellboy politely asked if they needed anything else. They ordered the champagne and strawberries and dismissed him with a generous tip.
While they waited for room service they conjured some overnight necessities and walked out to the balcony to look at the stars.
Charlie stood behind Hermione. He wanted to reach out, to touch her, to draw her close and breathe in that intoxicating lilac scent, but he held back.
Then Hermione reached behind her and grabbed his arms. She drew them up and around her waist and leaned back against his chest.
A few minutes later room service arrived. They talked and laughed, drank champagne and ate strawberries into the wee hours. Hermione polished off her champagne, grabbed the last strawberry and pressed it to Charlie's lips. Their eyes locked and he took a bite. Strawberry juice dribbled down his chin and Hermione leaned forward and licked it off. She ate the rest of the strawberry, tossed the leaves over her shoulder and began kissing him with reckless abandon.
Charlie was startled and pulled away, searching her eyes for some sort of explanation.
She gave him a sweet smile. "It's okay, just go with it," she whispered, and captured his lips again. Their lips parted and their tongues danced. He drew his hands up her arms, over her shoulders and into her mass of unruly hair. Charlie was in heaven. She tasted like strawberries and smelled like lilacs and she felt so damn good wrapped in his arms, all warmth and light and sweetness.
Things heated up quickly, but when Hermione started working apart the buttons of Charlie's shirt, he stopped her.
"Hermione, stop." He removed her hands from his shirt and kissed the palm of each one. Hermione looked hurt, rejected, so Charlie continued quickly. "You are so beautiful," he said with a smile. "and I do want you." He cupped her flushed cheek with his warm hand. "God, I want you so much. But we can't, Hermione. We barely know each other. I'm 33 years old, and you can't be much more than 24. That's a pretty big age difference no matter how you slice it, and right now, you're not yourself. You're under the influence of.Merlin knows what." He cursed the twins under his breath. He gathered all his strength and finished sadly, "You'll regret it tomorrow."
Even through the haze of hormones and whatever drug was breaking down all of her barriers, Hermione could see and hear the pain oozing from Charlie. Slowly, so as not to alarm him, she shifted their positions. Her eyes locked onto his as she moved towards him and straddled his lap. She heard his breath catch as she settled into her rather strategic position. Her hands were still trapped in his so she placed them for him, one on her hip where she was moving subtly against him, and one on her breast. He watched all of this in reverence as he began to caress her softly.
She caught his eyes again and became still. "Bollocks to tomorrow Charlie! Tomorrow doesn't matter. Tonight we're here, together, and I want this. I want you. Let me love you tonight, and we'll deal with tomorrow when it comes.
Charlie didn't know what to do or say. He'd never had a woman offer so much to him so freely. Not even Elise. He buried his face in the crook of her neck. "Hermione, I."
"Shhh. It's okay. We can slow down if you want. After all, I still need to show you that Jacuzzi." He looked into her twinkling eyes, took a deep breath and nodded.
"Lead the way." He whispered and kissed her chastely.
They shed their clothes hastily, forgoing the formality of bathing suits and trying to keep their hands to themselves as Hermione drew the bathwater and Charlie gathered monstrous plush towels for them.
The Jacuzzi was decadent and luxurious and Charlie loved every second. They talked some more. The subject of Elise came up and Hermione expressed to him how sorry she was that he'd be hurt so badly. Charlie tensed and again expressed some reservations about whether this was the right time for the two of them. "Does it feel right?" Hermione asked. "Yes," Charlie answered. The look on Hermione's face clearly said case closed, so Charlie dropped it. Soon enough the steam and the bubbles melted his nerves and he pulled Hermione closer. She settled in his lap, her back against his chest and began to massage his hands.
"I fit so nicely here," she mused, entwining her fingers with his. "Like a puzzle."
Charlie chuckled ironically. "Elise used to say, we were the missing pieces to each other's puzzles and that when we were together we were both complete. What a bunch of rot."
Now it was Hermione's turn to tense and Charlie sensed it. He squeezed her hands and kissed her neck. "You're right though," he whispered, "You do fit."
With that she turned around and pressed herself to him. She kissed him deeply then whispered sensuously in his ear. "Take me to bed, Mr. Weasley."
She didn't have to ask Charlie twice. He pulled the plug on the Jacuzzi, and climbed out, then reached into the tub and gathered her into his strong arms. She planted a row of tiny love bites on his neck as he carried her to the bed. They both looked down at the bed and realized that it had been covered in the money from the bag. They'd spread it out in celebration and now it had become a hindrance as neither of them wanted to take the time right now to clear it off.
"Bugger it, Charlie, just put me down. Haven't you ever wanted to make love on a pile of money before?" she grinned wickedly.
"Well, wizarding money isn't paper, it could potentially be quite painful." He grinned back and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed.
"Hey!." she started, but then he joined her and conversation ceased.
The kissed hungrily, rolling around trying to find the position that allowed even more of them to be touching. Soft moans, happy sighs, and eager whimpers filled the room. Hands roamed everywhere, discovering, remembering, claiming, followed by warm lips, tasting, marking, pleasing.
When their hunger for each other had reached a fevered state, Hermione rolled on top of Charlie, pinning his shoulders to the bed with surprising force. He managed to fit in a smile before she leaned down to kiss him. Their tongues met again as Hermione adjusted her hips and slowly lowered herself onto him. They both cried out together at the sensation of such immense pleasure. She began a slow rocking rhythm, which he matched perfectly. Sweat broke out on their skin. Hermione broke their kiss and smiled down at him.
"Do you feel that Charlie?" she gasped out between ragged breaths. "Do you feel how well we fit together?" he only moaned in response. "Like the missing pieces of your puzzle Charlie, do you feel it?" The rhythm was getting faster; Charlie nodded and rolled them over so she lay underneath him. The rhythm continued. Moans and sighs became louder, breathing heavier.
They climaxed together only minutes later.
As their breathing returned to normal and his brain function returned, Charlie propped himself on his elbows and looked down at the post-coital vision that was Hermione Granger. She was flushed, and smiling and looked beautifully debauched. Charlie pushed a damp lock of hair off her forehead and kissed her soundly. He was still inside her and reluctantly began to roll off to her side. She stopped him.
"Don't go," she said, placing her hands on his hips, holding him in place. "Stay there, it feels nice. She smiled up at him as her eyes began to droop. He smiled back.
"Go to sleep, beautiful. I'll still be here tomorrow."
"Charlie," she said as she drifted off, "Tonight, I love you."
He watched her sleep for several long moments. Then he rolled them over, tucked her head under his chin and fell asleep breathing the scent of lilacs.
She was right, he thought. They did fit together.
TBC
Warning - This chapter contains adult situations not intended for children under the age of 17. If your not old enough to see an R rated movie, you aren't old enough to read this.
Chapter 6: The Previous Night (Part 3)
The bellboy led them into their suite and waited patiently as they surveyed the room. It was HUGE. The biggest bed Charlie had ever seen on one end, and on the other, a set of doors that led down three stairs to a sitting area. A plush sofa and an overstuffed armchair sitting on an ornate oriental rug. A set of French doors led outside to a large balcony. The bathroom was bigger than his old bedroom at the Burrow and contained what Hermione quietly told him was "a Jacuzzi" and that she'd "explain later."
The bellboy politely asked if they needed anything else. They ordered the champagne and strawberries and dismissed him with a generous tip.
While they waited for room service they conjured some overnight necessities and walked out to the balcony to look at the stars.
Charlie stood behind Hermione. He wanted to reach out, to touch her, to draw her close and breathe in that intoxicating lilac scent, but he held back.
Then Hermione reached behind her and grabbed his arms. She drew them up and around her waist and leaned back against his chest.
A few minutes later room service arrived. They talked and laughed, drank champagne and ate strawberries into the wee hours. Hermione polished off her champagne, grabbed the last strawberry and pressed it to Charlie's lips. Their eyes locked and he took a bite. Strawberry juice dribbled down his chin and Hermione leaned forward and licked it off. She ate the rest of the strawberry, tossed the leaves over her shoulder and began kissing him with reckless abandon.
Charlie was startled and pulled away, searching her eyes for some sort of explanation.
She gave him a sweet smile. "It's okay, just go with it," she whispered, and captured his lips again. Their lips parted and their tongues danced. He drew his hands up her arms, over her shoulders and into her mass of unruly hair. Charlie was in heaven. She tasted like strawberries and smelled like lilacs and she felt so damn good wrapped in his arms, all warmth and light and sweetness.
Things heated up quickly, but when Hermione started working apart the buttons of Charlie's shirt, he stopped her.
"Hermione, stop." He removed her hands from his shirt and kissed the palm of each one. Hermione looked hurt, rejected, so Charlie continued quickly. "You are so beautiful," he said with a smile. "and I do want you." He cupped her flushed cheek with his warm hand. "God, I want you so much. But we can't, Hermione. We barely know each other. I'm 33 years old, and you can't be much more than 24. That's a pretty big age difference no matter how you slice it, and right now, you're not yourself. You're under the influence of.Merlin knows what." He cursed the twins under his breath. He gathered all his strength and finished sadly, "You'll regret it tomorrow."
Even through the haze of hormones and whatever drug was breaking down all of her barriers, Hermione could see and hear the pain oozing from Charlie. Slowly, so as not to alarm him, she shifted their positions. Her eyes locked onto his as she moved towards him and straddled his lap. She heard his breath catch as she settled into her rather strategic position. Her hands were still trapped in his so she placed them for him, one on her hip where she was moving subtly against him, and one on her breast. He watched all of this in reverence as he began to caress her softly.
She caught his eyes again and became still. "Bollocks to tomorrow Charlie! Tomorrow doesn't matter. Tonight we're here, together, and I want this. I want you. Let me love you tonight, and we'll deal with tomorrow when it comes.
Charlie didn't know what to do or say. He'd never had a woman offer so much to him so freely. Not even Elise. He buried his face in the crook of her neck. "Hermione, I."
"Shhh. It's okay. We can slow down if you want. After all, I still need to show you that Jacuzzi." He looked into her twinkling eyes, took a deep breath and nodded.
"Lead the way." He whispered and kissed her chastely.
They shed their clothes hastily, forgoing the formality of bathing suits and trying to keep their hands to themselves as Hermione drew the bathwater and Charlie gathered monstrous plush towels for them.
The Jacuzzi was decadent and luxurious and Charlie loved every second. They talked some more. The subject of Elise came up and Hermione expressed to him how sorry she was that he'd be hurt so badly. Charlie tensed and again expressed some reservations about whether this was the right time for the two of them. "Does it feel right?" Hermione asked. "Yes," Charlie answered. The look on Hermione's face clearly said case closed, so Charlie dropped it. Soon enough the steam and the bubbles melted his nerves and he pulled Hermione closer. She settled in his lap, her back against his chest and began to massage his hands.
"I fit so nicely here," she mused, entwining her fingers with his. "Like a puzzle."
Charlie chuckled ironically. "Elise used to say, we were the missing pieces to each other's puzzles and that when we were together we were both complete. What a bunch of rot."
Now it was Hermione's turn to tense and Charlie sensed it. He squeezed her hands and kissed her neck. "You're right though," he whispered, "You do fit."
With that she turned around and pressed herself to him. She kissed him deeply then whispered sensuously in his ear. "Take me to bed, Mr. Weasley."
She didn't have to ask Charlie twice. He pulled the plug on the Jacuzzi, and climbed out, then reached into the tub and gathered her into his strong arms. She planted a row of tiny love bites on his neck as he carried her to the bed. They both looked down at the bed and realized that it had been covered in the money from the bag. They'd spread it out in celebration and now it had become a hindrance as neither of them wanted to take the time right now to clear it off.
"Bugger it, Charlie, just put me down. Haven't you ever wanted to make love on a pile of money before?" she grinned wickedly.
"Well, wizarding money isn't paper, it could potentially be quite painful." He grinned back and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed.
"Hey!." she started, but then he joined her and conversation ceased.
The kissed hungrily, rolling around trying to find the position that allowed even more of them to be touching. Soft moans, happy sighs, and eager whimpers filled the room. Hands roamed everywhere, discovering, remembering, claiming, followed by warm lips, tasting, marking, pleasing.
When their hunger for each other had reached a fevered state, Hermione rolled on top of Charlie, pinning his shoulders to the bed with surprising force. He managed to fit in a smile before she leaned down to kiss him. Their tongues met again as Hermione adjusted her hips and slowly lowered herself onto him. They both cried out together at the sensation of such immense pleasure. She began a slow rocking rhythm, which he matched perfectly. Sweat broke out on their skin. Hermione broke their kiss and smiled down at him.
"Do you feel that Charlie?" she gasped out between ragged breaths. "Do you feel how well we fit together?" he only moaned in response. "Like the missing pieces of your puzzle Charlie, do you feel it?" The rhythm was getting faster; Charlie nodded and rolled them over so she lay underneath him. The rhythm continued. Moans and sighs became louder, breathing heavier.
They climaxed together only minutes later.
As their breathing returned to normal and his brain function returned, Charlie propped himself on his elbows and looked down at the post-coital vision that was Hermione Granger. She was flushed, and smiling and looked beautifully debauched. Charlie pushed a damp lock of hair off her forehead and kissed her soundly. He was still inside her and reluctantly began to roll off to her side. She stopped him.
"Don't go," she said, placing her hands on his hips, holding him in place. "Stay there, it feels nice. She smiled up at him as her eyes began to droop. He smiled back.
"Go to sleep, beautiful. I'll still be here tomorrow."
"Charlie," she said as she drifted off, "Tonight, I love you."
He watched her sleep for several long moments. Then he rolled them over, tucked her head under his chin and fell asleep breathing the scent of lilacs.
She was right, he thought. They did fit together.
TBC