Elspeth and Minerva re-appeared in the library, right outside her closed bedroom door. Hands still together, Elspeth squeezed gently, "Ya knows what yous doing, Minnie?"
Kneeling down so they were more on eye level, Minerva rested her hand on the shoulder of the person who knew her better and longer than anyone else alive.
"I'm following my heart for once, Els." Elspeth moved forward and tapped Minerva's back gently, just like she did when she was a wee lass. "Aye, love looks good on you, Minnie." Minerva released a long breath she didn't know she was holding and then began to choke up.
"Noo, nones of that now, get up, yous. Don't keep Miss Miones waiting any longer." Shaking her head, "She reminds me of a wildcat." Minerva's face lit up with a grin. "I likes her, Minnie, and it's clear as days she loves you."
Giving her one last squeeze, Minerva stood up. "Thank you, Elspeth. Your support means a lot to me. Please let Wazel know we'd like to have coffee around 8am and a full breakfast ready on the eastern balcony by 9am?"
"Aye, consider it done. Night, Minnie" and with a pop, Minerva was alone. Taking a steading breath, she slowly turned the ornate brass knob and took in the sight before her. The large four-poster bed stood directly in front of her. Small wall torches on either side warmly illuminated the soft creamy skin of a very nude Hermione Granger, who was facing away from her, lying on her stomach, legs bent at the knees, feet aloft, ankles crossed, her hair falling down the strong muscles of her back. Her head was cradled in one hand propped by an elbow, while the other was flipping pages of an old book she recognized from the blue worn edges as a favourite Animagus Transfiguration tome. Leaning on the doorframe, Minerva silently drank in the scene as if she had found water after being lost in the desert. Sweet Merlin, there is a goddess reading in my bed.
Hermione felt the energy of the room shift. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Minerva in the doorway, eyes slowly moving from her rear up her back to meet her gaze. A mischievous smile spread across her face. "Mmm, there you are. Like what you see, love?" Noticing Minerva still unmoving, she closed the book and stretched to put it back on the nightstand, in doing so revealing a full breast, scraping across the sheet. Minerva's eyes tracked the dusty pink nipple as it contracted and pebbled from the stimulation and exposure to the chill air. After dropping the book and returning to her prone position, Hermione pushed her ass higher in the air. Minerva's nostrils flared as Hermione slowly spread her knees, revealing the creamy source of the intoxicatingly rich, earthy aroma. "I need you, Minerva. Now." Snapping out of her trance, Minerva wandlessly banished her robes and glasses, which magically folded and placed themselves gently atop Hermione's. Moving swiftly, she climbed on the bed and draped her body over Hermione's, pressing their skin together from knee to neck, burying her face in the almond and honey scented ringlets. Wrapping her right arm around front, Minerva palmed Hermione's left breast, feeling its weight and fullness and how it fit perfectly in her hand before sliding to tug the puckered nipple of her right. "Aye, I love what I see, gradh. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life, Hermione Granger." Minerva murmured into her hair.
Hermione keened, pushing herself more into the crook of Minerva's warm body. "Oh yes, Minerva, just like that. Oh fuck, I love how you say my name." Continuing to play with her breasts, Minerva began kissing her smooth back. In between kisses, licks and bites she whispered "Hermione." pinching nipple, "Hermione" squeezing breast, "Hermione" scraping her teeth from neck to shoulder ending in a firm full mouthed nip, "Hermione, MY Hermione" she growled.
"Oh my god, YES, MINERVA!" Hermione shook as she came, her whole body taut against Minerva's, then collapsing to the bed. Breathing heavily, face mashed against the mattress, she begged, "Inside, I need you inside me. Please, Minerva. Quickly please, love." Minerva flipped Hermione over, kissing her open-mouthed as she slid her right hand down her stomach into the soaking curls, sliding past her clit, between pulsing labia to her still-leaking entrance and without pausing slid three long fingers all the way to the hilt and began a slow thrust. Breaking the kiss, Minerva moaned, "Oh Hermione, you feel so good around me, gradh." before recapturing her mouth once more, tongues twining.
Pushing upwards and tipping Minerva on her back, Hermione broke the kiss and began riding Minerva in earnest, arms rising to pull her hair up and back from her face and neck, flushed breasts bouncing. Minerva reached up with her free hand to grasp her left breast, massaging and tweaking the nipple as Hermione continued to grind her hips in a circular manner, forcing Minerva's fingers to hit all the right places in her channel. Throwing her head back and releasing her hair, Hermione brought her hands to her breasts, topping Minerva's hand on one side and squeezed tighter, eliciting deep guttural moans from both women.
Hermione looked down into eyes nearly black but for the ring of bright green. Minerva's hair was completely free of her bun now and splayed around her head and neck. The need to touch every inch of the witch under her became desperate and Hermione reached with both hands, combing her fingers through silken ebony tresses, feeling the strands fall through her fingers like water. Next she explored the shell of delicate soft ears, slightly pulling on the lobes before tracing the lines of Minerva's long graceful neck that she so often admired peeking out of her robes. She continued her caress to well-defined collarbones, moving inwards across the regal slope down to capture the two beautiful undulating breasts tipped in large flat nipples. Pushing them together and leaning down, Hermione opened her mouth to fit both peaks inside at once, laving them first gently then roughly with her tongue. Minerva couldn't help but halt her thrusting as sparks burst from behind her eyelids. Hermione ground down and clenched, holding the fingers still inside her, silently giving Minerva permission to just feel. After a few minutes of alternating between squeezing and biting the now raw and erect nipples, Minerva keened, arching her neck back into the mattress. Hermione licked her way back up the taught neck to recapture Minerva's mouth in a bruising kiss.
With her left hand, Minerva cupped Hermione's cheek and stopped the kiss. "Hermione, I need to taste you now, love. Please, will you let me?" Not wasting a second, Hermione reached down, pulling Minerva's wrist, forcing her fingers out from her core. Moaning at the loss, she knee-walked up to Minerva's face and lowered her dripping labia to her lover's kiss-swollen lips. As she saw Minerva's tongue peek out to take her first taste, Hermione grabbed Minerva's still-wet fingers and wrapped her mouth around them and began to suck, tongue roving, licking the three digits clean. Feeling Minerva's tongue fully enter her, Hermione's eyes rolled back behind her eyelids. Minerva moaned into the wetness, senses exploding as she tasted the intoxicating complexity of Hermione's juices. I could very easily become addicted to this. Suddenly registering that Hermione was suckling her own juices off her fingers, she felt her body seize tightly.
Feeling Minerva tense up, Hermione reached back and covered her mound with her hand, squeezing gently then stroking through the wet dark curls, scratching up and down, tugging the soft hair before cupping with her entire hand and pulling toward her. Minerva's muffled moan vibrated into Hermione's folds. Releasing the hold, Hermione used two fingers to begin circling the pearl glistening in its hood. Hermione pushed it to the side, this way and that, before pinching it firmly, then pushing it down, hard. Minerva's legs kicked wildly as her mouth latched onto Hermione's clitoris, sucking sharply, sending them both over the edge. Minerva flicked her tongue once more over the swollen nub and Hermione threw her head back and screamed.
Minerva pushed Hermione's hips to slide down her body until she could wrap her arms around her in a tight, full-body embrace, legs entwining. She brushed Hermione's hair back out of her face and tucked her head in the crook of her neck. Both women were content to silently come down from their shared bliss, hands gently caressing all exposed skin.
After a few minutes, Minerva could feel Hermione smile into her neck. "Knut for your thoughts, love," Minerva uttered, her voice coming out gravelly and parched sounding. "Aquamente" Hermione wandlessly conjured a glass of water within her grasp and propped herself up to bring it to her lover's lips. Raising her head, Minerva accepted the liquid offering. Once she had her fill, Hermione downed the rest and banished the glass. Resting her head on Minerva's chest, she brought her fingers to trail her distinctive collarbones, then down to gently trace over a few long healed scars. Smiling once again. "I was thinking that I may need you to remind me tomorrow to send owls with my finest parchment and handwriting to Gemma Farley, Marcus Flint, Barnaby Lee, and Ernie MacMillan, thanking them for bringing us together."
Ear pressed to Minerva's chest, Hermione witnessed the most beautiful sound she had ever heard bloom from inside her lover's chest, a rich, melodious and resonant sound that brightened the room with its timber. Sweet Merlin, I am so gone on this woman. Even her laugh is gorgeous.
"I think I'd like to add my signature as well." Minerva said smiling, sending them both into a fresh wave of laughter and as Hermione giggled in Minerva's warm embrace, she began to feel the raw parts from earlier begin to heal under the balm of connection and the pure joy of being together. Alive. Minerva is alive and we are together. A fresh wave of wanting crashed over Hermione and she snaked her hand between their bodies to slide her hand into Minerva's wet warmth, fingers kneading her labia.
Minerva gasped. "Ohhh, yes gradh, unnng, donnae stop." Sliding to be more on top, Hermione murmured "Mmm, I won't, love, I've got you" and kept up her ministrations, gathering the seeping moisture from her lover's entrance and bringing it up around the swollen still-sensitive nub, through the thick folds, back past the entrance, pressing her perineum track lightly on her way to her lover's rear entrance, fingertip swirling as she lubricated the puckered flesh. Back and forth, setting herself a steady rhythm, Hermione captured Minerva's mouth, taking full control this time, biting her bottom lip before licking it, then tasting the insides of Minerva's cheek, prompting her lover's tongue to chase hers a bit. They both smiled into the playful kiss. Emerald eyes opened and met the loving gaze of the young witch who was playing her body like a fiddle.
"You want me inside anywhere, love or just like this?" After a minute and no response beyond a long "Mmmmm," Hermione broke eye contact and whispered in her lover's ear, "Tell me what you want, my love." Minerva spoke softly, almost shyly, against Hermione's cheek, "I want to feel your magic inside me."
The words were like a live wire to Hermione's clit as she surged against Minerva's thigh. Minerva inhaled the fresh, wet warmth that coated her leg. "Mmmmm, delicious," she murmured as she pulled Hermione tight against her and rolled them over. Hermione was flushed from chest to cheeks and trembling. Minerva peppered her lover's face with gentle kisses as she waited for her to return to herself.
"Will you teach me how, love?" Hermione asked as she brought her hands up to cup Minerva's face. Minerva smiled, tilting her head forward, initiating a long, slow kiss that had them both panting when she pulled away. Propping her head on her elbow at a distance, she could comfortably see the entirety of Hermione's face. She responded, "Earlier today when you unravelled the portkey to find me, what did you do to activate the inverted directional pull?" Hermione's face transformed into the familiar expression she often wore when she was a student in Minerva's classroom.
Clearing her throat, Hermione answered, "I pulled my magic to me and reached out and touched the point I knew to represent you." As the words exited her mouth, her face lit up like she had just won the muggle lottery. Minerva broke out into a wide smile and reached her hand to caress the soft, slightly freckled skin of Hermione's cheek, "Want to try it, my brilliant, beautiful witch?"
"More than anything," Hermione replied seriously. The look she now wore and the intensity of her gaze made Minerva's channel clench. I may have survived four killing curses today, but this may very well be my undoing. With a smirk on her face, she rolled on her back and spread her legs. Hermione followed, raising up on all fours to top Minerva, looking every bit the part of a lioness about to devour her prey. She sank back on her ankles and without hesitation brought a wide tongue through Minerva's wet folds. Minerva keened. Lapping hungrily at her core, Hermione brought the index finger of her right hand to gently probe her entrance, the muscles expanding and contracting tightly as she teased the soft opening. Satisfied that Minerva was primed, at least physically, she pushed back up and brought their foreheads together and asked. "Are you ready for me, love?"
Smelling herself on her lover's breath, Minerva growled and squeezed Hermione's full toned ass. "Aye, more than ready, gradh." Maintaining eye contact, and positioning herself so their breasts were interlocked comfortably, Hermione took a deep breath and summoned the whole of her magic along with the blossoming love she felt for Minerva and gently inserted her finger slowly into her lover.
Multiple things happened at once. The witches' eyes, still locked, both dilated to their maximum radius. They both gasped, mouths open, expelling all the air from their lungs and inhaling at the same moment they began to breathe in sync. Their heartbeats became faintly audible, and after several beats became synchronised, pulsing strongly. Their nervous systems joined into one energetic circuit, allowing them to feel what the other was feeling. Small flecks of golden and emerald light erupted in a Tydell effect around them.
Unbeknownst to them, the light show they were creating extended far beyond their room, surrounding the entirety of the Manor and reaching a height that could be seen from the nearest muggle village. A pair of phoenixes drawn to the magical mist came swooping and twirling joyfully in the cascading particles, and they began to sing a song that lasted until dawn.
"Hey Da, what's 'at light over thir?" the child pointed across the hills. His father saw what caught his son's attention and smiled. "Lad, dey say thir's magic in the Highlands, yea? Have I'er told ye the story of the ol' wizard that was said to live in these parts thousands of years ago?"
"No Da, ples tell me!"
"Aye, I will, now eat ur veggies"
