Christmas Day part two
After the couples impromptu sex session, they popped the muggle radio on, and snuggled together on the sofa. Hermione was resting against Minerva's front, her fingers rubbing patterns on Minerva's thighs. Minerva's hands had settled around Hermione's middle.
"This might be our last Christmas as a couple" she mumbles.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asks, worried. She turns to face her and sees a smile gracing her lips
"We might be parents this time next year, or at least expecting" she clarifies, her hands rubbing over Hermione's abdomen.
"I can't wait to see you pregnant, you'll be more radiant than ever." She compliments.
Hermione gets that look on her face, something between a smile, a blush and getting ready to cry.
"Oh Min" she gushes "I can't wait to have our child. You're going to be such a great parent." Before they can begin to get amorous, again, Alexie pops into the room and announces formally
"Yous dinner be ready, Mistress, Miss Hermione" and he pops out again.
The pair stare at each other, desire heavily laden in their gazes. Pupils dilated as their eyes darted from each other's lips to their eyes.
"Later" Minerva gruffs stiffly and rises from the sofa, before she jumps Hermione.
Hermione watches her walk away, her hips swaying, her fine arse tempting her as it always does. Hermione rises quickly and runs after her fiancé so she can slap that lovely arse that she was just admiring. She catches her just on the threshold of the dining room, she gives it a firm slap, and then rubs her hand over the plump cheek.
"I love your bum" she whispers, as she walks past her to precede her into the room
"It's not all I love about you, but it's certainly a perk" she continues wiggling her eyebrows playfully.
Minerva blushes at the compliment. She's always found her bum to be rather flat, and not something she'd paid much attention to prior to her relationship with Hermione.
"Thank you" she mumbles, not sure whether that is the correct response to that sort of compliment. Hermione just laughs and takes her seat at the table.
Once Minerva is also seated, Alexie snaps his fingers and the food appears. Turkey and all the trimmings. Mash potato, roast potatoes, carrots and parsnips. Peas and runner beans. Stuffing, cranberry sauce and lashings of gravy. He watches the couple begin to eat and then makes himself scarce. He's done himself a small plate which is waiting for him in the kitchen. His mistress is a generous master, sharing her food with him willingly, but he'd never be so bold as to sit at the same table. He pulled the parchment to him that he'd been writing his ideas down on for the wedding, and cast an eye down the list so far. He'd made good headway. Now to get his Mistress and Miss Hermione to set a date.
Meanwhile, back in the dining room, cutlery is still being used, cutting up the turkey into more manageable pieces, gravy being mopped up in the mash potato.
"So, do you want a long engagement darling" Minerva asks placidly, looking over at Hermione as she spears a roast carrot with her fork.
"Hmm, I'd always imagined a winter wedding actually. The ceremony, hosted in a warmed gazebo, whilst snow fell just outside our little haven. All of our friends and family surrounding us. My dad walking me down the aisle and handing me over to you, officially." Hermione confessed, her eyes twinkling in the candlelight. "Not necessarily Christmas Day, but near to it" she finishes. "What about you, love?"
"Elphinstone and I opted for a summer wedding, what with Hogwarts being closed for the summer, but I'm sure we could make a winter wedding work if that is what you want"
"You know I'd marry you tomorrow, don't you?" Hermione asks. "I want to spend the rest of my life blissfully happy, with my soulmate" she reaches her hand out and takes Minerva's fingers in her own. "The when, where and who attends doesn't really matter. What does matter is that we're both there, willingly, affirming our love for the other" she insists. "Of course, I'd love for my parents to be there, which means waiting until they at least get back from their cruise"
"A December wedding sounds wonderful, darling." Minerva agrees. She pulls Hermione's hand to her lips and kisses the back.
"How about the 2nd? We can set up that gazebo you mentioned in the garden, host a proper shindig, which I'm sure Alexie will love organising"
"We have a date, then" Hermione smiles widely "2nd December next year"
They get lost in each other's gaze, for a moment.
"It's a date" Minerva husks.
They finish their meal, gazes being held for longer and longer each time. The remainder of the food, going cold and congealed.
Alexie pops into the room discreetly, to see if it's time to clear the table. He can see his Mistress and Miss Hermione are doing that staring thing they do right before they rush to their bedroom. Minerva sees her faithful elf out the corner of her eye, and turns to him
"Yes, Alexie, you may take the plates, we're done. Thank you for the fine meal" she watches him bow, and click his fingers as the plates disappear from the table, a pot of coffee replacing it.
"Does yous want the dessert?" He enquires.
"Not right now" Hermione answers. She wants Minerva, now. She can't wait. "Minerva and I need to go and check something out in our room, maybe later Alexie" she dismisses.
Minerva knows that look in Hermione's eye. It seems Hermione's amorous tendencies had kicked in earlier than anticipated. Not that she was complaining. Hermione rises from her chair, and saunters her way out of the room. Minerva watches her go for a moment. She soon rises to join her beloved.
As she enters the room, Hermione is already naked, lying on the bed, legs open in invitation. Her own fingers, tweaking a nipple, the other snaking its way over her stomach towards her center. Minerva swallows, all her saliva seems to have dried up. She strides forward, divesting herself of her clothes as she goes, with a quick wave of her hand. She joins Hermione on the bed, her mouth latches onto the neglected nipple, swirling her tongue over it. Her hand moves down to join Hermione's between her thighs, she can't believe how wet her partner is.
"My, my, Hermione, you're so wet and ready for me" she utters.
Hermione rises and kisses Minerva forcefully, her tongue invading her mouth, seeking out her own.
"Hmm, making plans for our future together really gets me in the mood" she answers shortly afterwards. Wiggling her eyebrows. "Lie down Min" she instructs.
Minerva does as asked, completely at Hermione's mercy. And she loves it.
Hermione moves herself over Minerva's mouth.
"Please" she whispers as she settles on her haunches. She continues to tweak her own nipples as Minerva's mouth begins to lap at her centre. Licking up her juices that had spread down her thighs. She undulates steadily, the sensation maddening. Minerva knows this won't be enough to get Hermione off, but knows that before long Hermione will be laying next to her. Hermione strives for the pinnacle, moving her hand down to circle her clit but the inevitable shiver up her spine is elusive.
"Min, could you cast that spell from yesterday?" She asks, frustrated.
Minerva's eyebrow quirks as she looks up Hermione's body, from her position, her mouth still working away, she gives a slight nod and Hermione moves off her.
Minerva takes a moment to wipe her chin and then waves her hand over her clit. A few moments later the 8" cock is back, erect and waiting to be utilised.
Hermione takes a moment to run her hand down it's length, which causes Minerva to suck in a breath. And then she's sitting astride Minerva, coating her juices over the new appendage. She moves the tip to her entrance, and then sinks herself down onto it.
"Oh Min" she gushes.
Minerva watches Hermione, rising and falling on her lap. It's mesmerising, she brings her hand to Hermione's breasts, and begins massaging and tweaking them. Hermione is still having trouble reaching orgasm, so Minerva manages to reverse their positions so she can thrust into her at a better angle, she quickens her thrusts, grunting at the effort it's taking. Finally, Hermione cries out, more in relief than ecstasy, Minerva continues her thrusting until the pitch of the cry changes, she feels the pulling sensation from the base of her cock, and then she's shooting her load into Hermione once more. "Merlin" she grunts, as she sinks her cock into Hermione one more time.
They both lie there, getting their breaths back, recovering from this intense orgasm they've both experienced. Minerva manages enough energy to pull out and rolls onto her back, her chest rising rapidly as she tries to bring her heart rate back down. If their baby making sessions are all like this, Minerva doesn't think she will survive to see the bairn born.
"Oh Min, I love you" Hermione says as she settles her head on Minerva's shoulder. " I can't wait to be your wife and have a child with you"
"Well, hopefully, this time next year at least one of those will have been resolved" Minerva mumbles. She places a kiss on Hermione's head, and pulls her closer to her. She summons the blanket over them and they settle down for an afternoon nap.
She could sure do with one after their rather vigorous morning.
An hour or so later, Hermione wakes and looks over at Minerva, still asleep. She's not surprised, when she gets into one of her amorous moods Minerva tries her best to keep up, but she needs longer to recover. She strokes her hand down the side of her face, she is truly the luckiest person in the world to have this magnificent, amazingly thoughtful woman love her.
She rises from the bed and pulls on some sweatpants and a t-shirt, then makes her way back downstairs. She finds Alexie in the kitchen, writing furiously on some parchment.
"Good evening Alexie" she announces her presence to Minerva's house elf.
He just about jumps out of his seat, the ink pot being knocked over in his panic
"Miss Hermione, what can I dos for you?" He asks even as he's clicking his fingers, the ink floating back into its pot, before it can spread too far.
"I can sort myself a hot chocolate Alexie, thank you" Hermione answers, already reaching for a mug and filling the kettle.
"I'll get yours some biscuits to go with it, then Miss Hermione"
Alexie adored Hermione, but he didn't like her doing things for herself, not when he was perfectly capable of doing it for her, and quicker, but when she first came to stay, and it became obvious that it was going to be a long term thing, she had sat him down and told him that there would be times she preferred to do things herself, sometimes the muggle way, and that she would very much like it if he didn't take offence. It was the way she had been raised, and she didn't want to forget her muggle upbringing, since she'd more or less abandoned that part of her life since she started Hogwarts. So Alexie stepped back when she asked, and took great joy in assisting when she asked. He suspected that once the bairn came, he would become invaluable, getting bottles, watching over the child whilst she slept, making sure she looked after herself, with meals. Yes he was going to enjoy having another to dote upon.
"Thank you Alexie" she mumbles distractedly as she pours the hot water into her mug. "Oh and Alexie?" She says as she turns and kneels down to talk to him on his level.
"Yes, Miss Hermione?" He asks curiously.
"We aren't getting married on Valentines, but on the 2nd of December. I would be happy to read over the rest of your ideas" and she leans forward slightly to bestow a kiss, so he knows he's not in any trouble. Alexie blushes, his ears flatten to his head at being caught out with his planning.
"I…..I was just getting some ideas down to help you and the Mistress" he mutters quietly.
"It's fine, Alexie, we will need you to help get it all organised, but I really want my father to walk me down the aisle, and my parents are going on holiday tomorrow for six months. We should really tell them before they go" she trails off distractedly. She rises from her knelt position, and grabs her mug from off the side.
"I can go get them for yous" Alexie offers. "Brings them here for the evening"
"Bring who here?" Minerva questions as she enters the room. She walks over to Hermione, to greet her with a chaste kiss, and then summons a mug for herself.
"Alexie offered to retrieve my parents, so we could tell them about our engagement" Hermione explains.
"Hmm, we should probably inform them of our plans, shouldn't we, dear?" She asks rhetorically. "However, I don't think having Alexie pop in is the best idea." She finishes making herself a mug of tea and turns and leans against the counter.
"We need to visit, don't we?" Hermione says, not thrilled with the idea. It wasn't that she didn't love going to visit her parents, she did, it was the feelings of guilt she felt for what she put them through all those years ago.
"Well, I could go, and ask for their blessing, and we can send an owl to confirm in the new year if you'd rather?" Minerva offered. She didn't want Hermione to put herself through it all again "I probably should have done that anyway" she admitted.
"Would you? Do that for me?" Hermione asked, surprised at the offer.
"Of course, love. I'd do anything for you" she quickly finished up her drink, and summoned her travelling cloak from the closet. "No time like the present" she sealed up the fastening and turned to Hermione.
"I'll be back shortly, unless your father decides to kill me, in which case, it's been lovely knowing you" she jokes. She's actually quite nervous about asking. When they first went to visit Hermione's parents to tell them they were dating, and in a relationship it hadn't gone over too well. Hermione's mother objected immediately, on the grounds of the age difference, and the fact that she'd been Hermione's professor, head of house, guide and confidant to the wizarding world. It took Hermione explaining what Minerva had done for her since her split from Ronald, and seeing them together to realise that there was nothing they could do to change their daughter's mind. Minerva thinks they were trying the 'don't forbid it, and it will fizzle out' tactic, but here they were 14 months after telling them, engaged and stronger than ever.