Every nerve ending, every hair, every molecule was on fire from the moment their lips first touched.
Hermione groaned into his mouth as he parted her lips, his tongue darting out to claim hers. She sunk against him as he pushed her into the bedroom wall. Almost of their own accord, her legs parted, and she found his pelvis flush against hers. Hermione cried out as she felt the hard length of him run against her sensitive flesh. She could feel him, even through his trousers and the seam of her jeans.
His mouth still on hers, he moved his hips backward; away from her slightly, and she whimpered at the loss of contact.
She was hot, so hot, she could feel sweat break out and dot against her scalp.
His left hand supported himself behind her head, and his right was free to snake up to her breast. His thumb grazed the side of her breast before thumbing over her nipple. Hermione shuddered against him. It was so…primal. Her need for this man. Right. Now.
Her lips slanted against his, and she found after a moment it was she who was opening her mouth wider, coaxing him, inviting him in. The thought simultaneously horrified and excited her.
Then, just as soon as it began, it was over.
She wasn't sure what had happened, but he had pushed himself off of her. She regarded him, confused, then reached out to pull him by the coat lapels to her.
"No," he started, his breath hot against her cheek.
No? When her body was screaming 'Yes!'?
His hands came up and covered hers where she held onto his jacket.
"Not like this."
He pushed himself off her and ran a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply.
Hermione nearly shook; she was so hot and ready and wet and…
"Not unless you want it."
She leaned back against the cool wall of the bedroom, her lips parted, trying to will her heart to slow. He leaned in close to her then. He ran his hand lightly over her jaw and spoke.
"When you want me, I will come to you. Not before."
She closed her eyes. She was practically shaking with desire. And for this man, of all people.
He stroked underneath her chin and ran his hand slowly down to her collarbone. Hermione curled her hand into a fist and brought it to her mouth, it felt so good. To be desired. To feel want. To be on fire.
He touched her gently before moving his mouth to her ear and whispering, "You can have the bedroom tonight, beautiful."
He backed off her and moved to walk out of the room.
"No, wait!," she nearly cried out. He stilled and put weight on his heel, moving back into the room.
"I…I-," Hermione looked at her feet and exhaled a shaky breath. She brought her eyes to his.
"Don't make me say it."
He looked at her, trying to read her thoughts as tears dotted the corners of her eyes. Her thighs involuntarily clenched together.
"Please….please…," she murmured.
His hand reached out to wipe a tear from her eye. He took a step into her and then another.
They looked at each other for a long time. She wasn't sure what he was doing as he studied her face. Then, after a moment, he leaned in and gently pressed his lips to hers.
Hermione felt her legs nearly give way and she stumbled into him as he pressed her back against the wall again, softly this time. When their lips parted he kissed over to her cheek and up to her temple. He used his hand to brush the unruly hair from her brow and kissed her there. Hermione shuddered against him, her breathing speeding up again, becoming heavier. He leaned again into her ear.
"I can't give you what you want…," he said and began to kiss the heated side of her neck.
"I know…I know…," she started, her voice trailing off.
"I'm not that person."
"Just kiss me," she said, her voice no more than a whisper.
His mouth closed over hers again and he parted his lips, tenderly savouring her lips, her mouth. He took his time now, his tongue meeting and dancing with hers, then closing his mouth and kissing her lips softly, sweetly.
She didn't remember moving to the bed or even lifting her jumper off, but she knew she did. She thought she saw his hands shake when they moved around her back to unhook her bra. He dropped his head and kissed her shoulder and back to her neck as he pulled the offending garment off and dropped it to the floor.
Then his hands were on the velvety smooth skin of her swollen breasts, so much fuller than before, running over the nipples, teasing her.
His hand ran down to the curve of her belly, now noticeable. He caressed it and she brought her hand to cover his. Everything happened quickly after that. The rest of their clothing fell away and she lay back as he kissed down to the area between her legs.
"Wait…isn't that…,"
"Isn't that what?," he asked huskily, his tongue tracing where her thigh met her body.
"Do you want…to…,"
"Very much so." he said before his mouth made his way to the vee of her thighs.
His tongue darted out and met her sensitive flesh and she forgot her name. She very nearly swore. The sensation was so intense; so unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She shuddered against him.
Hermione threw her head back, her hands tangling into his wild hair. She had heard stories in the dormitories, but never experienced the act herself. She was disgusted when she'd first heard about it, but now, looking down, at that startling red streak in his hair, between her legs, she only felt heat.
Her breathing sped up as she moved against him. He grabbed her by the backs of her thighs as her hips nearly canted away. She could feel sweat dotting the backs of her thighs, under her breasts. Her entire body felt heavy.
Then, all of a sudden, the heaviness became a great wave that threatened to envelop her. It was too much; too intense. And, as she tried to tamp the rising sensation down she felt him grab her tightly, and growl against her, "come…come for me…,".
She nearly screamed, crying out and biting her lip as tears ran down her face at the relief of her release. Her entire being shattered into a wave of white light that crashed through her and then rolled out towards the very edges of her being.
As her breathing slowed, she felt him move up the length of her body. He kissed away the tears on her face before moving to her mouth, kissing her deeply, coaxing her to open her mouth, taste him; taste her from his lips.
He angled his hips away from her, as his arousal pressed against her accidentally. He pushed himself up on his forearms and began to cant his hips over to the side.
"No," she started, opening her mouth against his.
"I need you….," her hands reached between them and ran along his length. She guided his hips gently back to the area between hers and pulled him closer.
"I need you…here…," she said aligning her hips against his, and pressing him just barely into her wet heat.
When she moved her hips against him and angled them up, she caught the tip of him. He hissed out an indrawn breath. She did it again, this time angling him slightly inside of her. He exhaled and caught her mouth in his. He seemed to instinctively understand this was the pace she needed. He rocked against her gently, entering and withdrawing from her slowly, a little at a time.
Hermione opened her legs wider underneath him, inviting him in, wanting him deeper, closer to her. As close as they could be.
He moved slowly, pulling back from her so he could watch her face as he teased her with his shallow thrusts.
Hermione bit her lip and closed her eyes, her body rocking against his, seeking to pull him farther inside her. But he looked at her and moved slowly.
"Any pain?," he asked quietly.
She shook her head 'no'.
Her hands moved to his hips, trying to pull him closer as he kept to his maddening pace. Just when she thought she would die of frustration, he began to enter to her more fully.
Hermione gasped as his hips moved forward; deeper, deeper….
Her hands pulled on his hips, and she wrapped her legs around him.
His lips crushed hers now. His hips moved faster, faster…and he moved farther inside her. Hermione gasped at the feeling, so full she could barely breathe and pressed herself to him as she felt that undeniable pleasure begin to bubble up towards the surface again.
His tongue sought out hers and ran against it as his right arm pulled her leg, pressing it, opening her to him. Hermione cried out into his mouth at the new sensation.
Yes…there…
"I know," he whispered in her ear.
He was everywhere now, her hands were tearing at the back of his sweat-slicked shoulders, running down his arms as he held her, open to him.
"Please!," she said, crying out, arching into him.
He pushed harder, faster, angling his hips against her.
"Please, say it!,"
And he knew exactly what she wanted. He leaned his mouth close to her ear as he pounded into her and said softly, quietly, "come for me, my Hermione."
Her legs locked as she stifled a scream and heard him make a low, dark, groaning noise. Her body convulsed around him, pulsing as she felt the beautiful perfection of pleasure wash over her again, and pull him with her.
As the moments passed, she felt her breathing struggle to slow. Scabior, who was draped over her, rest his head near hers. His hand ran down to her belly and lovingly ran over the swell. Then he moved his hand to her chin. He turned her head gently until her lips met his.
As their breathing gradually slowed she quietly curled against him. He draped his arm around her possessively.
Then all was still.
