Puzzle Pieces – Chapter 10
On the Corners of her Mind
Hermione found that the twins had been absolutely serious about the effect the blue powder had on her dreams. The dreams were vivid, intense and affected her both physically and emotionally.
She had arrived home that evening in good spirits. Her talk with Molly and encounter with the twins had cleansed her and Molly had insisted on sending her home with enough leftovers to get her through a fortnight at least, including what was left of that hevenly scuttleberry pie.
She had tried to read for awhile when she got home, but her hand kept wandering to the pouch in her pocket.
"Bugger it!" she said to herself. "It's worth a try." So she made a pot of strong, black tea, poured herself a cup and carfully stirred in the blueish powder. It smelt strongly of citrus with a hint of peppermint and tasted like the sour muggle candies Hermione had eaten as a young girl.
She'd become immediately relaxed and realized the powder must have contained a mild sedative. She followed the twins directions with the dregs of her tea, went through her regular bedtime rituals and snuggled in comfortably.
She awoke several hours later and sat bolt upright in bed, breathing heavily, sweating profusely and in the throes of one of the most intense orgasms of her life.
She could do nothing but let the feelings take over until the climax had ended.
Hermione lay awake in bed, letting the memories was over her like the bubbles in the Jacuzzi where she and Charlie had fit so perfectly together.
"Like puzzle pieces," she said quietly.
There was no doubt in her mind now that these were the memories of that night. It was all so detailed, so real, so colorful.
She remembered everything. The Robbery. The Police. The Money. The Hotel.
She remembered the Strawberries. The Champagne. The Sex... ... ... oh God, the Sex!
Hermione closed her eyes as she fought another wave of arousal. It had been incredible sex.
And Charlie. She remembered Charlie... ... ... all of Charlie.
Charlie's hands and the way they caressed every inch of her, inside and out.
Charlie's eyes and how they penetrated hers so deeply.
Charlie's voice as he spoke in low tones, encouraging her to relax, to let go, to touch him there and she remembered Charlie's voice as he screamed her name in ecstasy.
Her name. She remembered the way her name looked and tasted on his lips.
His lips. His lips were so full and soft and absolutely everywhere.
She remembered telling him she loved him.
She remembered meaning it.
And as Hermione lay in her bed staring at the ceiling and battling her own arousal she remembered one more thing... ... ...
She needed more... ... ...
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On the Corners of her Mind
Hermione found that the twins had been absolutely serious about the effect the blue powder had on her dreams. The dreams were vivid, intense and affected her both physically and emotionally.
She had arrived home that evening in good spirits. Her talk with Molly and encounter with the twins had cleansed her and Molly had insisted on sending her home with enough leftovers to get her through a fortnight at least, including what was left of that hevenly scuttleberry pie.
She had tried to read for awhile when she got home, but her hand kept wandering to the pouch in her pocket.
"Bugger it!" she said to herself. "It's worth a try." So she made a pot of strong, black tea, poured herself a cup and carfully stirred in the blueish powder. It smelt strongly of citrus with a hint of peppermint and tasted like the sour muggle candies Hermione had eaten as a young girl.
She'd become immediately relaxed and realized the powder must have contained a mild sedative. She followed the twins directions with the dregs of her tea, went through her regular bedtime rituals and snuggled in comfortably.
She awoke several hours later and sat bolt upright in bed, breathing heavily, sweating profusely and in the throes of one of the most intense orgasms of her life.
She could do nothing but let the feelings take over until the climax had ended.
Hermione lay awake in bed, letting the memories was over her like the bubbles in the Jacuzzi where she and Charlie had fit so perfectly together.
"Like puzzle pieces," she said quietly.
There was no doubt in her mind now that these were the memories of that night. It was all so detailed, so real, so colorful.
She remembered everything. The Robbery. The Police. The Money. The Hotel.
She remembered the Strawberries. The Champagne. The Sex... ... ... oh God, the Sex!
Hermione closed her eyes as she fought another wave of arousal. It had been incredible sex.
And Charlie. She remembered Charlie... ... ... all of Charlie.
Charlie's hands and the way they caressed every inch of her, inside and out.
Charlie's eyes and how they penetrated hers so deeply.
Charlie's voice as he spoke in low tones, encouraging her to relax, to let go, to touch him there and she remembered Charlie's voice as he screamed her name in ecstasy.
Her name. She remembered the way her name looked and tasted on his lips.
His lips. His lips were so full and soft and absolutely everywhere.
She remembered telling him she loved him.
She remembered meaning it.
And as Hermione lay in her bed staring at the ceiling and battling her own arousal she remembered one more thing... ... ...
She needed more... ... ...
A/N: Please read and review. I thrive on feedback!