A/n: Amazing to see some awesome feedback from another familiar name. THANK YOU for that, I can not express enough my appreciation. It made me feel fantastic. I am grateful for all the responses so far.
I hope I have gotten better at writing smut? Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. There will be plot as well, not just sexy stuff.
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Kass.
Chapter 4
It wasn't until the Friday night following their breakfast as a small unit that Storm actually got to see Hermione again. She had written to her that Monday to once again thank her for coming and to let her know she had really had an enjoyable time. Hermione had written back sharing the sentiments whole heartedly, and an offer of dinner had been made by the older woman. Storm had been a little hesitant to push the brunette into another meeting, but had accepted more than willingly.
Hermione had simply stated she would pop over to Storm's after work that Friday evening, and would bring dinner with her. What she hadn't included in her letters to the shifter was detail on just how excited she was for their next encounter. The Saturday evening and in turn, Sunday morning they had spent together never straying far from her keen mind. Strong flexing muscles, bruised lips, long fingers and hooded dark eyes flashing before her every time she shut her own.
She had had to stop herself on a few occasions from just aparating to the younger woman and proposing a rerun of that evening's events. Truthfully, she couldn't at that point come up with a better solution to quench the stress that long days in the office had stretched across her shoulders. The younger girl having proved herself to be not only a calming presence, but just an exhilarating person to be around. A feat that was not easy Hermione was sure of it.
Though she had forced herself to wait. The idea of being so attracted to someone the mere thought of them set her whole body aflame scared her. She had never felt this attraction before, this amount of pure lust and it was terrifying. Sure, early on in their relationship and even marriage she and Ron had an interesting personal life, but that had very quickly fizzled out. She had forced herself into engaging in carnal deeds just to save face, something she had hated herself for.
She had never necessarily thought herself to be a highly sexual being, but one night with the shifter had her entirely doubting that notion. There had been one particularly slow day at the office that she had simply spent an entire hour pondering on what it would take to get the younger woman back into her bed. Though considering it had been so easy the first time, and that little bit of information Storm had given her about certain dreams during their time at Hogwarts, she figured she probably wouldn't need to do a whole lot of coaxing.
That thought thrilled her to no end, the idea of simply just being wanted as a person and not due to experiences that had led up to the event. Storm came with absolutely zero pressure, and no expectations either. She was just happy to be able to be in Hermione's presence in whatever capacity she had been allowed. With Ron there had been so much pressure from everyone after the battle. Their family and friends had unknowingly pushed them into a relationship that they had all wanted for them, and Hermione just didn't find she had the energy to stop it. She knew Ron had felt that same pressure, and when they had finally gotten to the point of no return, they'd both admitted to feeling the same. The love they shared though very real, was not the love of a couple but more of a friendly love. Forged through trying and testing experiences that they'd overcome together.
With Storm, she had come out of the blue and back into her life as if she had just simply always meant to be there. She had been so accepting and friendly without a question or argument. Going out of her way to include Hermione in their evening at the Cauldron with no expectations of anything coming out of it. She had done so simply on the basis of Hermione needed a friend, and though it had progressed from that point into something that wasn't exactly what friends did, Hermione had been the one to initiate that. She had been the one to decide it was going to happen so long as the younger woman returned the interest, and so it did. Hermione had been given the control and it had been so entirely liberating.
She had been made to feel so welcome at the Shifter's home for breakfast the morning after, with nothing awkward or insinuating about the gesture. There were no strings, and still no expectations or pressure from the quidditch player. Her letters had reminded her that the door was always open, regardless what exactly Hermione needed them to be open for.
Hermione couldn't say that a relationship was something she really wanted so soon, but she couldn't deny the attraction she felt for the younger woman. Mentally agreeing with herself to just see where things went. If Storm was happy to just continue and go with the flow then for once in Hermione's life, she would be too.
So, after the week without seeing the shifter at all she found herself with a bag full of Chinese food in hand, stood once again on the decking outside the younger woman's home. The sun was dwindling on the horizon and there were small little lights that lit up the wooden area with a warm glow. The lights inside the home were on and the big glass door was open once again, though the quiet squeaking noise somewhere behind her had drawn her attention almost immediately.
It didn't take long at all for Hermione to spot the subject of her infatuation. Storm was lounging quite casually in a hammock the older woman hadn't noticed before. An issue of Quidditch Weekly gripped in one hand, though it seemed it had been entirely forgotten. Dark eyes hidden behind a set of thick, round framed glasses were already fixed on her quite intensely.
An eyebrow quirked up in question as Hermione took in the younger woman's features. A wide smile tugging at her lips as she moved to get up from where she had been stretched out. Though Hermione had been surprised by the glasses, she was not surprised by the shorts and socks combination. It seemed Storm did not feel the cold like normal people.
"Since when do you wear glasses?" Was the only thing she could think to say, fixing the younger girl with a wry grin that tugged her lips up more so on one side.
"Since I got old Hermione" Storm retorted with a roll of her eyes, "Don't you need them too, Grandma?" She quizzed with a raised brow of her own, her voice was light and teasing. The insult cushioned by the toothy grin the brunette had been thrown.
"You're not old Storm, you're only thirty" Hermione replied simply, leaning back to regard the younger woman with a daring eyebrow. "I'm not old either, thank you very much. You've probably just been hit in the head with too many bludgers. Must have effected your vision" She stated as a matter of factly, watching the younger woman as she moved a little sheepishly to touch the pads of her fingers to her temple.
"Well, you're probably not actually wrong there Hermione" Storm laughed aloud as she dropped her hand, shaking her head a little in recognition. "You look very nice, have you come straight from work?" She quizzed then, motioning towards the big glass door in quiet suggestion.
"I have yes, thank you" Hermione replied, her wry smirk giving way to a small genuine smile as she did her best to fight the blush that was threatening to creep up her cheeks. Noting the way Storm was watching her, the intensity of her stare not yet ebbing.
"How do people at the ministry get any work done? I wouldn't be able to that's for sure. It'd be like Hogwarts all over again" Storm quipped; her tone laced with honesty. Hermione could do nothing but turn and stare at the younger woman for a minute, the admission having caught her off guard entirely. It's not like she was wearing anything she would really consider nice, a simple pencil skirt, blouse and blazer along with a plain pair of heels. She looked professional, smart but it's not something she would see as being distracting.
Before she could figure anything to say in response to that Storm had pulled the door shut behind them, effectively cutting off the icy breeze that had come off the water. The younger woman turning then to continue her words with a simple "what are we having for dinner?" as if she had said nothing noteworthy at all.
"I got Chinese; I hope that's alright" Hermione spoke as she set the white plastic bag down on the table they'd had breakfast at previously. Moving to shrug her jacket off of her shoulders to hang it on the back of one of the chairs that sat at the empty table.
"Of course, I'll eat quite literally anything at all" Storm replied over her shoulder as she reached up to grab glasses out of a cupboard. "Did you want a soft drink or an alcoholic one?" She asked then, a little formally. She didn't want to force the older woman into having something she didn't want simply because she was going to.
"I'll have whatever it is you're having" The older woman stated, watching as the shifter reached up to grab a very familiar bottle off the top of one of the cupboards. "Have you got a game in the morning?" She asked then in an attempt to fill the small silence that had descended upon them, trying to push away the small bubble of nerves that had begun in the pit of her stomach.
"I don't, no. They're every other weekend" Storm started then, moving across the room easily with an eyebrow raised curiously. Her dark eyes once again fixing Hermione with the most intense look, as if she was simply just looking into the older woman's very soul. Hermione would swear then that all her secrets had been laid out for the shifter to see. It had caused the breath to hitch in her throat and her heart to start hammering just a little faster.
"Get out of your own head Hermione, nothing is going to happen if you don't want it to" Storm stated simply, her gaze dimming as she dropped the glasses down onto the table. Reaching out to place her now free hand gently to the older woman's shoulder, ducking down to catch her eye.
Hermione inhaled deeply, steeling her resolve. "And what if I want it to?" She questioned; her voice much more determined than it had been. Any sign of the nerves that had started pushed down and completely out of the way. Her own dark eyes meeting Storm's with renewed determination as she reached out to press both of her palms to the younger woman's stomach, running them up the body she had thought so much about until finally settling them against broad shoulders. Fingers splaying out to run up and trace down the sides of the shifter's neck.
The effect it had on Storm had been almost immediate, her already dark eyes had become darker still. Her shoulders seemed to relax and she took a step closer, pressing their front's together so their chests were heaving with anticipation of what was to come in tandem. Strong hands had fallen to Hermione's waist then, fingertips putting such glorious pressure on the flesh she found there.
"You sure don't waste any time" She spoke quietly before leaning down to crash her own lips to Hermione's. The older woman humming into her mouth as Storm wasted no time in deepening the embrace, pushing her body forward to trap the older woman between herself and the table their forgotten dinner now sat on. Hermione's hands already finding the shifter's t-shirt in an attempt to pull it from the younger woman's lithe frame. Whipping it off quickly to drop it to the floor with haste, her fingers finding heated skin quickly as they spread out at the base of Storm's back. Nails digging into the sensitive flesh there.
Storm's hands were already working to unbutton Hermione's blouse as quickly as absolutely possible. A deep sigh escaping her lips as the older woman's lips latched onto her collar bone, Hermione gently dragging her teeth across the skin she met before switching to the other side. Soon her own blouse dropping to the floor to join Storm's discarded t-shirt. The younger woman's hands found her thighs just as soon as they were finished with her blouse. The skirt she wore being bunched up to allow for deft fingers to press underneath the tight fabric and into tender flesh.
It seemed the feeling of heat radiating from Hermione's centre drug Storm out of her own head for a moment, just enough to realise they were still very much in the middle of her kitchen. If anyone decided to stop by spontaneously, they'd get quite the show from the glass door looking out onto the porch. Her hands slid around the older woman's thighs then, gripping gently as she lent over to hoist Hermione up. Luckily the older woman had gotten the idea and had wrapped her legs around Storm's waist without any protest. Her lips finding Storm's once again to crush them together in a heated kiss, their tongues mingling briefly before the shifter pulled back.
Quickly, but carefully she began their short journey to the privacy of her own room that waited for them deep within the house. A flight of stairs had been made much more difficult by Hermione's hot breath in her ear as she enquired about where they were going. A simple "Bedroom" had been muttered and it seemed that's all the older woman needed. A hand finally leaving her neck in order to snake its way between their bodies and into her shorts before she had even been able to push the door open.
It had taken all her concentration not to drop the woman in her arms as fingers had found her very sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, and had started swirling non too gently. A whimpered "You're so wet already" from the older woman in her arms had her stomach clenching almost painfully and a fresh flood of wet heat hitting her core.
She had barely managed to get them to the bed before those same fingers were venturing further and burying themselves into her slick entrance. Her knees finally giving in just at the last second, the intrusion ripping a heavy groan from the base of her lungs and a satisfied sigh from the older woman.
Storm's body landed on top of Hermione's, her hips already moving in steady rhythm with the fingers that were so easily sliding in and out of her. Driving her absolutely insane, winding the coil in the pit of her belly so tightly she'd swear she'd come undone at an embarrassingly quick pace. Another hand in her hair and lips on her throat as she groaned and whimpered, unable to contain the sheer pleasure that had begun filling her from the second Hermione's hand had snuck into her shorts.
"Bloody hell Hermione, you really don't waste time" She groaned again, her voice strained as she tried desperately to stave off the oncoming orgasm for as long as possible. Fingers gripping the duvet either side of Hermione's head to keep herself grounded, knuckles turning white through exertion.
"I've wanted to do this since I left Sunday" Was the only reply she was afforded then, whispered into her ear. The sound of the older woman's voice thick with want had been the last straw. Her walls clenched painfully tight then, fluttering around the fingers that had been nestled deep within her core. A heavy sigh and a whimpered "Merlin" escaping her throat as she struggled to keep herself held up to avoid crushing the smaller body beneath her own.
It was a good moment or two before Storm had calmed her breathing enough to pull back, eyes wide with shock as she took in the scene before her. The older woman was simply staring up at her like she had just won some sort of award. A smug smirk tugged at her lips and her nose wrinkled slightly while eyes sparkled in the dim light of the room. Storm was sure in that moment that she was absolutely missing something.
"Where did that come from?" She questioned through her own panting, genuinely curious. She had once again been caught entirely off guard by Hermione. Though she was definitely not about to complain, or argue.
"Weren't you listening?" Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes playfully, her fingers once again finding Storm's shoulders. "I've wanted to do that since I left with Harry and Ginny on Sunday. That's quite a while to wait, and I just didn't want to wait any longer" She spoke again, though this time her voice had lost its playful tone. Her legs had once again wrapped around Storm's hips and were drawing her in.
"You could have come over before this" Storm quipped, regaining her composure successfully as she ground her own hips down in just the right place. The movement causing Hermione's skirt to hitch up further so now it sat just around her hips leaving her quite open to Storm's appreciative gaze.
"I'll remember that for next time" Hermione spoke around a quiet moan as the younger woman's lips traced around the fabric of her bra, quite generously littering her heaving cleavage with soft and open-mouthed kisses.
"Please do" Storm muttered against her skin, her fingers fidgeting with the zip at her hip in order to pull her skirt down and off entirely. "Honestly, I feel like my week would have been much better if we'd have done this sooner" the younger woman quipped as she pulled the brunette free of the constraints of the rest of her clothes.
"Oh really, and did you have a bad week?" Hermione asked, feigning seriousness as she allowed herself to be stripped entirely. Watching with keen eyes as the younger woman stepped off of the bed briefly to rid herself of the rest of her own clothes.
"I did, it was incredibly frustrating." Storm stated, her own tone matching the brunette's seriousness. Though her eyes were bright and her smile held nothing but mischief.
"And why exactly might that have been?" The older woman pushed, reaching out to pull the younger woman back down into her then. Parting her legs to accommodate slim hips, allowing them to settle so nicely against her. The shifter's skin warm to the touch, shielding her from the cool air of the room. Her interest had been peaked then, wondering if Storm had been frustrated for much the same reasons as she herself had been.
"Well, I just really couldn't stop thinking about you" Storm started as she resumed placing hot open-mouthed kisses along the older woman's full breasts. "How good it was to see you" she spoke again, pausing her ministrations just long enough to get her words out.
"Hmm?" Hermione hummed then, sighing quietly as long fingers began tracing gentle lines up and down the inside of her now naked thighs. Coming dangerously close to her absolutely throbbing centre.
"Thinking about doing things like this" Storm continued before capturing an already peaked nipple between her teeth gently before flattening her tongue against it. Swirling hot strokes against supple flesh for just second before pulling away again. "Thinking about just how nice you felt around my fingers" She stated boldly as dark eyes flicked up to capture Hermione's own hooded stare. The older woman's breath having audibly hitched in the back of her throat.
As she spoke the tips of her wandering fingers had pressed ever so slightly into the brunette's hot centre. Taking the opportunity to gather as much slick heat as she could before dragging them up to circle Hermione's clit in gentle, teasing strokes. The action dragging a soft moan from parted lips as Hermione shifted in an attempt to get closer, to gain just a little more friction.
"What else?" She managed through ragged breath, the younger woman's words fuelling the ball of excitement that was threatening to entirely overwhelm her. The feeling of being entirely wanted washing over her as any nerves she had left melted from her bones.
"I also thought about just how nice you taste" Storm spoke again as she moved to whisper into the older woman's ear, her own ears perking at the sound of another quiet moan that dripped from the older woman's lips. Relishing in the feel of the brunette's own fingers digging into her shoulders a little deeper as if searching for something to keep her grounded.
Lifting herself off of the smaller frame beneath her as she moved her fingers to press once again into Hermione's waiting entrance. Strong muscles fluttering around her searching fingers as she pressed them ever deeper. Hermione was unable to control the moan that escaped her then, her dark eyes shutting tightly as she moved to part her legs even further for the shifter.
The fingers settled deep within her body starting their movement of long firm strokes as Storm captured her lips one last time in a heated kiss before starting her own decent down her body. Pausing only when she finally reached her quickly working fingers. Settling easily between the older woman's parted legs. She leant down to dip her tongue out to meet her fingers, humming in satisfaction at the taste that had met her.
The reaction had been immediate, the older woman tensed up ever so briefly before relaxing once again. Her hands reaching down to tangle her fingers into shaggy dark hair as the younger woman flicked her tongue out again. Running the flat of it through her slick folds in long languid strokes before settling once again on her sensitive clit.
Between the strong thrusts of the shifter's fingers, and quick well-placed flicks of her tongue Hermione had become a shuddering mess within minutes. Storm having to press the palm of her free hand flat against her pelvis in order to keep her from bucking to hard into her face as she drug out to orgasm that was rocking the older woman's frame. The grip in her hair almost painful as Hermione muttered and moaned to herself.
Storm had stayed there, gently lapping at the older woman's most intimate parts. Bringing her down slowly and carefully. Moving once the grip in her hair had eased and Hermione was pushing her away by the shoulders. Dark eyes hooded and almost shut as the older woman had coaxed her up, muttering about being too sensitive.
"Are you okay?" Storm quizzed as she moved to pull her duvet down before back up to settle over the top of them. The night air had grown almost frigid now that their activities were no longer warming them so nicely. She settled finally, shoulder to shoulder with the woman who was still panting, though the smile that had spread across her face was lazy.
"Brilliant" Hermione spoke in response, her tone nothing short of chipper as she moved to curl into Storm's side. Finding her chest just as she had done the morning after their time together. The younger woman wrapping an arm around her protectively as soon as she had gotten herself comfortable. All of her senses entirely consumed by the woman beside her, soothing any worries she may or may not have.
"I bet the Chinese is cold" Storm quipped then as she folded her arm underneath her head, getting comfortable. It seemed quite obvious to Hermione she wouldn't be moving any time soon to go and get it.
"I put a charm on it to keep it warm" Hermione admitted a little sheepishly, dragging her fingertips across Storm's taught stomach. She couldn't quite find it in her to be entirely embarrassed, not after the events that had just taken place.
"So, I'm assuming everything has gone according to plan then?" Storm spoke, amusement evident in her tone. Even in the dim light Hermione could see the way her own lips were pulled up in a crooked smirk.
"I think that's quite obvious, don't you?" The older woman quipped, entirely satisfied as she lay beside the younger woman. Though the longer they stayed in that one place the harder it became to fight off sleeps embrace. She couldn't remember the last time she had truly felt so comfortable and so utterly relaxed. Well, apart from the last time they had ended up like this that was.
"Oh, so obvious" Storm muttered quietly, her own voice sounding entirely laden with sleep already. Hermione wondered briefly if the feeling was mutual. She figured they actually didn't know very much about each other at all.
The last thought that invaded her keen mind before she allowed herself to drift off and be entirely consumed by sleep was that she really, truly wanted to change that. She wanted to find out exactly what Storm did during her weeks, and wanted Storm to know what she did. She wanted to spend much more time with the shifter, and figured she really owed it to herself to do just that.