Chapter 10
It took Storm only a few steps to catch up to Hermione once they'd entered the confines of her own bedroom. She wasted no time in pressing her front flush to Hermione's back, wrapping the older woman up in strong arms as she stopped her from moving any further away. She moved to pull long, thick hair away from the shorter woman's neck, ducking to drag her lips along the shell of the shorter woman's ear.
Her hands moved then to dip ever so slightly under her t-shirt, long fingers raking across the sensitive flesh of Hermione's stomach before moving to grab needily at fleshy thighs still very much trapped underneath tight denim. Hermione whimpered as dexterous fingers skimmed so closely to her heated, clothed core. Pressing herself back into the shifter behind her in an attempt to bring the younger woman closer. Reaching back to grab Storm's neck as she nibbled at the sensitive flesh beneath her earlobe, digging her fingernails in as a shudder took her shoulders.
A deep groan rumbled up Storm's chest as Hermione pressed back into her, effectively grinding her backside into Storm's ever-growing excitement. The noise dripping from her lips and into Hermione's ear sending a scorching heat across her skin, leaving her feeling far too warm. The now very solid presence of Storm's appendage sending her mind reeling as the Shifter ground her hips forward again in a desperate attempt to gain more friction.
Her hands skimmed up once again, though this time they had taken the obscene weight of Hermione's jacket with them. Allowing the older woman to shrug it from her shoulders, only for it to be discarded hastily somewhere behind them. Hermione wasted no time, yanking her own t-shirt from her super-heated flesh, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra and shimmy it down her arms. Leaving it to drop down somewhere unimportant.
She spun around then, watching as Storm struggled free from her own jacket and t-shirt at the same time. Her chest was already heaving, and Hermione knew she was excited. As she snapped her head free from the fabric she had been wrestling with, the look in her eyes all but confirmed that. Dark pupils were entirely blown, leaving her irises entirely indistinguishable.
The older woman took the opportunity to drop her hands to the Shifter's belt buckle, undoing in with practised ease. Her own dark eyes fixed with the very evident bulge quite obviously straining against the Shifter's jeans. The sight of Storm so visibly ready, even before she'd been released from the confines of her clothing sending another pool of liquid fire straight to her own centre.
She paused then as her fingers popped open the button on the younger woman's jeans easily, dark eyes flicking up in question. Though the question that was on the tip of her tongue was answered before it even left her lips. The Shifter had taken over, moving to pull down her own zipper in order to shove dark jeans down and off entirely leaving her just in a pair of boxer shorts all but bursting at the front under the strain of her excitement. The outline just visible in the darkness of the room leaving Hermione swallowing hard.
Hermione reached out then, laying her palm flat against the bulge experimentally before squeezing gently. Her curiosity was all but eating away at her and she was absolutely dying to flip down the waistband of the black boxer shorts in an attempt to see exactly what was hiding beneath. Though she waited, albeit impatiently, she waited. Watching instead as Storm's eyes widened in reaction to the touch for just a second before snapping shut, another deep groan escaping her lips as she moved to tug at Hermione's jeans. Making quick work of getting them open and shoving them down slim hips. Leaving the older woman to kick them off the rest of the way as she lent down to capture pink lips with her own.
Hermione did just that before grabbing at firm, Quidditch toned shoulders to pull the younger woman down onto the bed with her. The mattress groaning under their weight as she pressed their lips together once again, her tongue slipping out and invading Storm's mouth. The Shifter moving to settle between her legs, pressing her stiff member hard into Hermione's clothed centre.
A low, needy whimper escaped Hermione's lips then. The friction hitting her in just the right place, causing her panties to stick mighty uncomfortably to her soaked heat. Her fingers dragging up through Storm's hair, tugging a little roughly at the roots as she rolled her own hips upwards, parting her legs a little further for the younger woman.
"Storm" She muttered against plump, bruised lips. Her keen mind making the decision to move this on, unable to wait any longer. She pushed at the Shifter's shoulders when there was nothing but a disinterested hum against her bare chest in response. The younger woman pushed herself up a little bit then, dark eyes finding Hermione's. Worry pulling her features up, furrowing her brows.
"Are you alright?" She questioned then, sitting back on her heels as Hermione pushed her shoulder again. Moving her weight entirely from the older woman who sat up with her. Though she didn't quite receive the answer she was looking for, instead she watched as Hermione reached out and tugged gently on the waistband of her boxer shorts.
"Can I?" Was the question that left the brunette's lips. Her fingers splaying out across the front of the fabric shielding her from view, wrapping around a stiff shaft through the barrier just briefly. The action causing a low groan vibrate out, dark eyes snapping shut as pleasure shot up her spine.
"Whatever you want" Was the answer given a little distractedly, causing a satisfied smirk to tug at the brunette's lips. Her own dark eyes falling to the task at hand. Slowly, she dipped her fingertips under the elastic waistband holding Storm in place. Pausing ever so briefly in order to give the shifter time to back out if she wanted.
With a quick inhale she tugged the waistband down, releasing the younger woman finally. The thick shaft bouncing up as it sprung free, a satisfied sigh escaped the younger woman's lips as the cool night air met her heated flesh. Hermione took a moment to process, a surprised gasp and a whispered "Merlin" escaping her lips. Briefly wondering how Storm had hidden herself so well this entire time.
She was definitely and Hermione figured she should have expected such. There was nothing small about the woman before her. She had thought briefly that such an appendage might look a little out of place on Storm's body, but now seeing it she knew that thought had been entirely wrong. It seemed to just belong. The valley between her breasts leading to the valley between tense stomach muscles, leading to… well a rather well-proportioned package stood at attention between her legs.
"Well, that's definitely in proportion to the rest of you" Hermione spoke again quietly, her voice a little raspy from disuse. Dark eyes flicking up then to meet Storm's own, the younger girl's eyebrow raised curiously.
"Is that a bad thing?" She questioned, her tone sounding a little unsure as she flicked her own stare down to her now free appendage before raising it once again the meet the older woman's. She figured she had never been quite so aroused, never quite so hard. It was borderline uncomfortable and she was sure she wouldn't last very long once Hermione actually touched her.
"Absolutely not, I think I'd be more surprised if it was small" Hermione reassured quietly as she pushed the rest of the fabric down low on Storm's muscular thighs. Watching as the Shifter moved to kick them off the rest of the way. Reaching a hand down in order to squeeze Hermione's own thigh gently before moving to skim her palm along the inside of heated flesh, stopping only when she met the heat that radiated from the older woman's still clothed core.
She lent forward to capture pink lips once again, content in the knowledge that Hermione wasn't disappointed in what she had to offer. Moving to press herself into the older woman, pushing her back gently into the bed. Taking only a moment to pause to relieve Hermione from her own ruined panties. The feel of the wet fabric making her solid appendage twitch in anticipation for what was to come.
She dipped her fingers down, sliding them through warm slick folds causing Hermione to groan into her mouth once again. The tips of her fingers meeting the little bundle of nerves to flick a few gentle circles over it, just in the way she knew Hermione liked. A smug smile tugging at her still captured lips as the older woman beneath her whimpered with need.
Hermione's hands had slid down her back, her fingertips digging non to gently into perky butt cheeks in an attempt to once again pull her closer. Her legs wrapping around the Shifter's waist, heels pressing into her, coaxing her closer still. Though Storm wasn't relenting and strong muscles kept her exactly where she wanted to be. Fingers still toying, teasing. Just the tips dipping into her entrance at first, pushing past and then sinking deep into the depths of her quivering walls.
"Storm" She whimpered as her lips left the younger woman's, her head falling back into the pillows beneath her as pleasure mixed with frustration. One of her hands slipping from the butt cheek she had gripped so tightly, dropping to slide between their bodies. If Storm wanted to play ball, she'd play ball.
It didn't take long to find the girthy shaft she had sought out, and she had her fingers wrapped around it tightly in a matter of seconds. Her fist sliding down to the base before back up again only to repeat the motion with slow languid strokes. The shifter above her pausing her own motions to drop her head down next to Hermione's own. Her moans muffled as she breathed into the crook of the older woman's neck.
"Okay" She muttered in defeat though she didn't quite sound upset about it. She moved then, replacing Hermione's hand with her own as she manoeuvred herself in just the right way. Wasting no time in sliding the sensitive tip of her erection through the older woman's soaking folds. Pulling another moan from each of them in turn. Noting the way Hermione seemed to press herself up into her, enjoying the way the older woman moved to hold fast to her shoulder's. Sighing deeply as a soft hand slid up to cup the side of her neck before settling against her cheek. Ushering her in wordlessly for a gentle kiss that she returned whole heartedly.
She lined herself up, and inhaled as deeply as she could in an attempt to still the nerves that had bubbled up in the pit of her stomach. Her skin was absolutely molten, and the heat was already settling heavily at the base of her spine. She could feel her pulse in her solid shaft as she lined herself up with Hermione's entrance. Another deep inhale, a solid squeeze to the base of her erection in an attempt to stave off the orgasm she knew she wouldn't be able to hold off for very long.
Finally, she pushed forward as gently as possible. Pausing for just a second to collect herself as the tip pushed past the older woman's entrance and into her. Noting the deep sigh that escaped Hermione's lips, noting the way she pulled back for just a second before she resumed kissing her gently once again. Her lips moving across her cheek, to the shell of her ear before moving back again.
Another solid squeeze as the coil at the base of her spine wound tighter, as the walls that now surrounded her solid member seemed to suck her in deeper. As she pressed her hips forward slowly, her ears pricking at the sound of another whimper leaving the older woman's lips. Though there was absolutely no resistance as she bottomed out inside of the woman beneath her. She could feel the older girl stretching to accommodate her size, strong walls fluttering around her.
It took every ounce of control she had not to just blow right then and there. The warmth that surrounded her tight and suffocating in the most pleasurable of ways. The way Hermione was stroking her shoulders so gently, the way she sighed and moved her own hips after a moment of adjusting to the intrusion in a way that told Storm she was okay, and she could carry on.
Storm shifted slightly, moving to slide her arm underneath the older woman's shoulders in an attempt to bring them even closer as she began moving her hips once again. Drawing herself out slowly before pressing in and bottoming out once again. Building her momentum up with each and every thrust.
The sound of the older woman groaning into the quiet room spurring her on, harder and faster with each and every movement until the sound of skin slapping against skin joined into the fray. Her stomach tensing with every twist of the coil that threatened to have her spilling her load before she was quite ready to give up the feeling of being inside the woman beneath her.
Heavy, raspy grunts left her lips as she gripped the sheets underneath them with such force it left her knuckles white. Her mind focusing on the way Hermione was breathing so erratically, the way she was whimpering and moaning with abandon. The way she was whispering nonsense into her ear, hot breath tickling her neck as her fingernails dug deep into her shoulders and neck as she clung on for dear life.
She was heading quickly towards release, far too quickly. Making a snap decision to change it up a little, she pulled herself out until just the head was left in before slowly pushing back in. Angling her hips up ever so slightly, curving her back in an attempt to get even deeper. She could feel Hermione's legs spread just a little wider, sure they couldn't get any further apart now.
"There!" Was yelped into her ear as she hit a place she hadn't been able to reach before, sparking a determination to keep herself together for as long as possible. She knew there would be such a heavy disappointment if she got her release before Hermione. She kept her pace, thrusting strongly with those long, drawn out strokes. Tapping a spot deep within the older woman that caused her to shudder each time.
One… Two… Three more strokes and before she had time to react Hermione was shuddering and gasping. Her walls had tightened, gripping Storm's member in a way the younger woman didn't think was possible. The sensation suddenly snapping the coil that had wound deep at the base of her spine without any warning.
The shifter abruptly pulled herself out as her own orgasm ripped through her body. Translucent liquid already erupting from the tip of her soaking, pulsing shaft in thick ropes. Coating the older woman's still quaking thighs. A deep groan dripping from her lips as she dropped a hand to stroke herself quickly, emptying everything she had onto the sheets beneath them to save getting any more on Hermione.
It was over in seconds, and she was collapsing between the older woman's legs. Scooting herself down just a little bit so she could rest her head on Hermione's chest that heaved and fell so deeply with every inhale and exhale. Her own lungs were burning as she settled, her hips and softening member pressed into the bed beneath them.
"Bloody hell" She muttered quietly, shutting her eyes for only a moment before moving so she could look up at the older woman. Surprised to find dark eyes already settled on her, a red tinge dusting pale skin from her chest up. Hermione's hands moving to push dark, messy hair out of Storm's own eyes gently. Her features were soft as the regarded the younger woman, a small tired smile pulling her lips up in a way that had Storm's stomach twisting for an entirely different reason.
"Are you okay?" Hermione questioned as she took in the surprise evident on the Shifter's face. She was well aware that she hadn't done this particular thing many times before. That this particular act had been saved and kept in her back pocket so to speak since Hogwarts, since the last time she'd felt comfortable enough with someone.
"I'm just regretting not doing that sooner" Storm laughed, still reeling from the sensation of being inside the older woman. "Unless it was actually awful then, well practice makes perfect" she added, her lips tugging up into a crooked grin as she moved to nuzzle her face into Hermione's hand as it settled on her cheek.
"It was most definitely not awful" Hermione retorted, her own legs still quaking with tremors every now and again. Her breathing only just having returned to some state of normality. Her heart still hammering in her chest, threatening to break out entirely. "But there is no harm in practicing anyway" She quipped, her lips pulling up on one side in what could only be described as a coy smirk.
"Merlin" Storm muttered, dropping her head back down as she considered the implications of the statement the older woman had just made. "I am absolutely starving, we never got Chinese. Do you want a sandwich?" She added seriously, her stomach growling loud enough to be heard in the quiet of the room. Her question punctuated as she moved to push herself up once again. A hand going to her groin to shield herself now that all the excitement had gone and left her appendage soft.
Hermione just rolled her eyes playfully, grabbing her wand that had been discarded on the side table beside the bed. Whispering a quick "Scourgify" to take care of the stickiness that coated her thighs and the sheets beneath. "I am quite hungry" She admitted a little sheepishly. They had a habit of planning for dinner and never quite getting that far.
"I can go and make them if you want to stay here?" Storm spoke quietly as she moved towards her dresser to pull out a clean pair of boxer shorts. Tugging them up her legs with a little difficulty, though she managed not to fall over entirely.
Hermione watched the scene before her with thinly veiled amusement. She would never understand how they could go from something quite serious to laughing within moments. The mood was light, and airy and she really wanted nothing more than to get up and go help the shifter make sandwiches. She had felt the weight of what they had just done, and what Storm had just given to her so willingly. She felt the shift within herself, within her own feelings towards the younger woman. She knew she had made the right decision finally; she knew this was simply where she was meant to be.
"I'll join you, I don't mind" She stated simply, watching as Storm pulled one of her oversized t-shirts from another drawer before holding it out to her. A small sheepish smile tugging on her lips as she did so. Hermione took the offered article without hesitation and pulled it over her shoulders, shielding her bare skin from the night air. As soon as she was as dressed as she was going to get, she stood from the bed, albeit on shaky legs.
Storm wasted no time in moving to steady her, moving to wrap her arms around Hermione's waist and pull her in close for a moment. Dark eyes warm as they met with equally dark eyes, small smiles returned with small smiles. They stayed like that for a moment or so, neither quite happy to put space between them just yet.
"I wish I'd have given you a chance when we were in school. At least to just be friends" Hermione spoke softly, reaching up to brush a few strands of stray hair out of Storm's eyes. Her fingertips ghosting over the curve of an arched eyebrow before tracing down the lines of a sharp jaw. Storm didn't really look much different now, not really. Only the smile lines that had started to crinkle the corners of her eyes gave away her age.
"I do too" Storm sighed, as she leant further into the touch that soothed her so nicely. "I wish I had a time turner; I'd love to just go and tell my 17-year-old self what just happened." She laughed then, shaking her head a little at the thought.
"Well, even if you had a time turner, you wouldn't be able to speak to your past self anyway!" Hermione admonished, her tone growing serious. Though there was a mischievous sparkle that glimmered behind her irises that told Storm a different story. "Though, I don't think my past self would quite be able to believe it either." She admitted, quietly.
"I'm sure that little head girl's room of yours must have had a desk that was just dying to be defiled" Storm replied, her own smile turning into something that resembled a smirk. Her dark eyes growing just a little darker at the thought that invaded her own mind.
Hermione pulled back just a little bit then to raise a curious eyebrow, unsure of really what to say to the comment. Clearly that was not just a thought that had just surfaced and she briefly thought back to the admittance of certain dreams that Storm had had while they were at school together. "A desk, are you serious?" She questioned, intrigued by this little bit of insight into what makes the younger woman tick.
"Obviously" Storm spoke, her smirk growing ever wider. "Not just any desk, your head girl's desk. Those skirts, really did something for me back then" Storm admitted, swallowing hard as she shook the thoughts from her mind. "Kind of the same way your smart work clothes do now" She added with the waggle of her eyebrows.
There had been quite a few nights where she hadn't quite had time to go home and change before heading to the younger woman's house. Those nights had definitely confirmed the little infatuation the Shifter had. The reaction was always much the same as when Hermione herself had caught Storm just home from a run, or a swim. So, she understood.
"Obviously" Hermione muttered, shaking her head as laughed at the younger woman. "I'll have to remember never to invite you to my office then" She quipped as she pulled away to wander from the room. They'd been standing there for quite a while, and Storm would only complain she was hungry again if they didn't get moving.
"Oh bloody hell" Storm added, her voice strained as she wandered after the older woman. "Honestly, you'll kill me eventually" She laughed, unable to really push the thought from her mind then.
"Hermione, we're going to have to tell people personally before we get cornered by the Prophet and their ridiculous headlines. I mean if you still didn't want to keep it a secret that is" Storm spoke again as she wandered into the kitchen, pulling a few different sandwich options from the fridge straight away.
Hermione moved to follow her lead, pulling bread from the cupboard it was kept in. A few plates from another cupboard followed as she thought on what had just been said. Her keen mind processing the words she had just spoken. Processing the way she still looked quite nervous to address the topic of their status and how Hermione felt about it.
"Well, that's absolutely fine. I figure we could tell Harry and Ginny tomorrow. You'll see Ginny and I'll see Harry at the game. We can tell them individually, or we can wait until Sunday morning" She spoke the options, a jolt of excitement hitting her in the pit of the belly as she thought about what this meant for them. She was looking forward to doing things publically with the Shifter she had grown so very fond of, more so than she thought she would be.
"We can do it tomorrow, I'd like that." Storm admitted as she assembled two sandwiches in just the way she knew they both preferred. Cutting them down the middle before setting them on the plates Hermione had offered her. "What about Ron, Hermione?" She spoke then, meeting the older woman's surprised gaze over the plate as she handed it back.
"What do you mean?" Hermione questioned, unsure of exactly what the younger woman was getting at. She guessed it would be polite to tell him of their relationship before he saw it or heard it anywhere else.
"I mean, he's kind of like a friend. I guess we've been out with Ginny a few times now and I've felt bad that he's been so nice to me and I've been lying to him. I mean, less of the fact that you're his ex wife, but more of the fact that I'm sleeping with his ex wife and lying to him about it" She spoke, guilt eating away into the tone of her voice. Her dark eyes fixed down towards her sandwich she had only just started poking at.
"Do you want me there when you tell him? I think you're right; he should know. But he doesn't have to know details Storm, that's our business." Hermione spoke after swallowing part of her own sandwich. Noting the way Storm genuinely cared about the feelings of others around her, of how she thought of them even when it wasn't exactly needed.
"I don't think you should be there. I'll ask Ginny to be there, just in case he tries to hex me or something. I'll write to him in the morning and see if he wants to go for a pint tomorrow evening before we go to the Cauldron." Storm spoke as if it wasn't a big deal at all. Spoke like she was indeed expecting to be hexed.
"Since when did you care so much about other people's feelings?" Hermione questioned, though she had a sneaking suspicion that this is what Storm was always like. If you were lucky enough to be in her orbit, you would be lucky enough to be protected by her at all costs.
"Since always" Storm shrugged, taking a bite out of her own sandwich finally. "I'll have to write to Joey in the morning too. He's got a Hogsmede weekend coming up soon." Storm started again, her gaze growing a little vacant as she thought on the topic. "I can't wait to go to Honeydukes. I haven't been there in years" She added with a grin.
"Is Ginny going with you?" Hermione questioned; an eyebrow raised. If she remembered correctly there were some boys that didn't believe Joseph was indeed Storm's kid. Storm had mentioned it a second time a few weeks ago. She had been elated one evening and had quickly disclosed that the boy had made the Ravenclaw team.
"She is, I swear he's more excited to see her than he is to see me" Storm laughed again as she finished her sandwich, shaking her head in disbelief. "I mean come on, I'm way cooler than red is!" She spoke a little arrogantly, crossing her arms over her still bare chest.
"I don't think kids are supposed to think their parents are cool" Hermione spoke then, her own lips pulled up into an amused grin. "Surely that's an unwritten rule" She added, watching as Storm's features turned down into a scowl.
Storm just grumbled in response, shaking her head in disbelief before a scoff left her lips. "Are you looking forward to the game tomorrow?" She quizzed then, changing the topic.
"I am, I can't remember the last time I was at a match" Hermione smiled, flicking her wand as she commanded quietly, sending the now empty plates to the sink to sort themselves out. Standing from the chair she'd perched in at the table to pull Storm up as well. The exhaustion from the day's events finally settling across her shoulders quite heavily.
There was nothing more appealing in that moment than curling up beneath the sheets with the Shifter she was now able to call her own. The prospect of many more nights spent in exactly the same way leaving her with a contentedness she hadn't ever experienced. She reached out then to take the younger woman's hand, pulling her along and up the stairs towards the bedroom once again.
Storm remained quiet, watching as Hermione led them up towards bed. Tomorrow's prospects much better after the evening's surprising turn of events. There was a certain hope that had been ignited by the older woman's declaration earlier. That hope had been solidified further once the brunette crawled into bed, shutting the lights off around them. Settling so easily, so comfortably into Storm's side as if she was made to be just there.
"Storm?" Hermione spoke quietly, her voice soft as she pulled the sheets up and around them. Shielding their barely clothed flesh from the cool air that filtered in through the open window.
"Yes Hermione?" The Shifter questioned as she shifted a little to get comfortable. Though her voice was already heavy as she gave in to the exhaustion that had welled up and behind her eyes.
"I love you." Came the older woman's voice, strong and sure as she muttered her words into the soft flesh of Storm's neck. Her nose brushing gently against the skin there before moving to press her lips gently to the hinge of Storm's jaw.
"I love you too" Storm admitted into the darkness, ducking her head a little awkwardly to press a kiss to Hermione's own pink ones. She had said those words before, had spoken them with the thought of never getting to hear them back. The thought of Hermione actually feeling it too, feeling that this thing was it made her heart swell and throb in a way that was so much different than before.
There was finally a light within the darkness, a home within the house and she hoped beyond hope that this would be the way things stayed. She hoped she'd get to experience the future they both hoped for, together. They fell asleep with high hopes for what tomorrow was to bring, with what the next day and the day after that brought.
Fell asleep knowing there was a future just waiting for them. Something neither had thought possible until their second, first meeting. Knowing that tomorrow was a new day, and that they were both so ready for whatever came with it.
A/N: Hi guys! Let me know what you think of our new pal, little Storm?
Big things are coming! How do we think Ron is going to react?
Will Cho make an appearance?
What will Joey say?
Stay tuned Lol.
Hope you enjoyed,
Kass