Chapter 20: What she wants

Percy was caught in his very own hell of wandering thoughts as he was faced with distractions much worse than what he'd experienced when he and Hermione had first been passionate with each other. Yes, having sex in the bathtub with Hermione had been special, not because there was water involved, but because it was the first time his wife had truly let go. Seeing her come undone by his touch had been special, arousing and most definitely distracting, but it was nothing compared to what last night had done to him. Percy's self-control was in tatters, shattered by the storm that was Hermione.

As he went through his day, sitting through one pointless meeting after the next one, he found himself brushing his fingers over his neck and other places he knew he had been marked. The marks were gone now, very much to his disappointment, but he still remembered them, remembered the sweet ache even though Hermione had healed him hours ago. It had felt good to be taken care of, her gentle hands healing and probing his skin until he was fully healed. Percy felt like he was hers now, he wanted to be so badly, and yet it was as if nothing had happened, as if all of it had only been a fiction created by his mind.

Hermione was all alone now at home. She was probably still frustrated and disappointed over losing her job, even though that certainly wasn't her fault. He'd seen the defeat in her eyes last night, seen the desperation and frustration lurking behind those brown orbs and even though he felt like he'd made things better, he knew it had probably only been a temporary thing. His wife was once more facing a difficult challenge in her life, she was distraught and probably crying at home on the sofa. And he was here, writing reports that he felt wouldn't be needed if people simply paid attention and did their fucking jobs.

It was barely two in the afternoon when Percy couldn't hold it together any longer. Him being here while his wife at home obviously needed him was wrong and with every painful minute that trickled by, Percy felt himself getting more and more nervous. But casting a tempus every minute didn't make time move faster and it certainly didn't help his wife. No, Percy decided, wiping his sweaty hands on his black trousers, the only sensible thing for him to do was to go home and see if Hermione was alright. If she was, he could still continue working in his office at home. It certainly would be more effective than sitting here without getting anything done.

Sighing, Percy packed up his files and stored them in his leather bag before he hurried out of his office. Hermione was probably not expecting him, she might not even be at home, but he had to make sure she was alright because if she wasn't, he wanted to be there for her.

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Percy had ruined IT. Completely ruined masturbation for her, Hermione thought while winding herself below the covers, the pink dolphin vibrator in hand. It wasn't that the thing wasn't doing a decent job, it worked well enough to bring her pulse up and arouse her to the point of making her muscles flutter with anticipation. But it wasn't the same, Hermione thought, wiggling against the elastic, vibrating toy, hoping for a little more friction.

What would Percy do if he was here? Would he circle her with his fingers, his tongue or suck her until she writhed and whimpered under his touch? Suppressing a moan Hermione arched her back, the sudden thought of Percy exciting her and turning her on. Maybe this was how this was working, she thought, purposefully recalling the memory of Percy's lips and the feeling of fullness when he buried himself inside of her. Immediately, her heart started to flutter, her mind readily supplying the next memory, of Percy biting his lip, his eyes fixating her with a glint of obsession, while he drove her higher and higher until her legs were uncontrollably shaking, the building tension almost too much for her to take. If she could only…

Her thoughts were interrupted by the clicking of a door and when Hermione opened her eyes, her mind still clouded with lust, Percy was suddenly there, staring at her from the doorway, his mouth slightly open. Even though her body was mostly covered by the blanket it was pretty obvious what she was doing, as the box with toys was still on the floor, lid open. Hermione could see the exact moment when Percy figured it out, his eyes widening ever so slightly before his face flushed crimson and he stumbled backwards, towards the hallway.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting… I didn't mean to…"

It was as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water above her head, because the bit of excitement and lust she'd felt a few seconds ago had instantly disappeared. Suddenly her heart was thumping with panic and embarrassment, her mind completely blank as she looked for something to say. There wasn't anything and before Hermione had even attempted to give any sort of reaction, Percy was gone, the door firmly closed behind him.

Hermione buried her face into the pillow and groaned. This wasn't how she'd imagined how the afternoon would go. She switched the vibrator off with a sigh before she grabbed her wand from the nightstand and cast a thorough cleaning charm. Then she stored it in the drawer of her nightstand instead of putting it back into Percy's box. He probably wouldn't want to tinker with this one now, she mused before sinking back onto the mattress, covering her face with her hands. She knew this wasn't anything to be embarrassed about. Masturbation was a natural thing and Percy had probably wanked in the shower more than once since they were married. And still… No. She wouldn't make a fuss about this. She'd just take a few deep breaths and then she'd straighten up before going back to the living room, acting as if nothing out of order had happened.

When Hermione left the bedroom, she found the door to the office left ajar, Percy working on his desk, reading a red file he must have brought along from work. Seeing him now it baffled her that he was already at home, as it wasn't even three in the afternoon and he usually wasn't back before five. She sighed. There was nothing for it now. What was done was done and they could both deal with it like adults.

"Percy, hi." Smiling shyly she stepped into the office, trying to make her voice sound as neutral as possible. "I didn't expect you back quite so soon. Do you need to work some more or…"

Percy looked up at her, his blue eyes focussing on her with an unreadable look in them. There was a hint of fire in them but coldness as well… or did she only imagine it?

"You don't need to explain yourself, Hermione. I came home early because… I found I couldn't quite focus at work. I also wasn't sure if you might need my help but now I see…"

"Your help?" Hermione asked, taking another step into the room.

Percy nodded, pushing his glasses up his nose. Something about that gesture was surprisingly sexy and for a flash of a second, she pictured herself taking off Percy's glasses before she ran her hands over his face.

"You were very distraught last night and I thought that being here by yourself could trigger another wave of sadness so I…" he broke off, clearing his throat. He didn't need to finish the sentence though, as Hermione understood what he had meant to say. Percy had been worried about her, he had planned on comforting her and maybe…

Hermione closed her eyes, pushing the thoughts away. This was not what he'd meant to say, she chided herself and yet her belly was already starting to make cartwheels. It was ridiculous. What, in the name of Merlin, was wrong with her?

"Thank you." The words were out of her mouth before she even opened her eyes and took another step towards him, rounding the desk until she was standing behind him. She knew she should probably leave the room and let him work in peace, but something pulled her towards him like there was an invisible thread connecting her to him. "I… I tried to pass the time by tidying up, but… I hated being alone, hated not having anything to do, to distract me from…"

"You'll find another job, darling," Percy assured her, his eyes softening when he looked at her. "Tomorrow we could look into other options or…"

Her hands on his shoulders made him fall silent as Hermione stepped behind him, leaning down until her mouth was next to his ear. She hadn't even said a word as she felt him shiver, goose-bumps breaking out on the skin of his neck.

"I'm glad you came home," she told him, placing the tiniest kiss onto his earlobe and prompting a gasp from him. The fluttering of her heart increased, her skin suddenly prickling with anticipation. She could see his pulse pick up, the artery on his neck giving it away by puckering ever so slightly. Hermione found herself fascinated by the sight, only barely resisting the urge to kiss it or run her tongue over the soft skin of Percy's neck. "I… I tried to distract myself but… you've ruined me. Touching myself only felt like a pale echo of what you make me feel. I don't know how you do it but… you always seem to know what I want, what I need."

There it was again, the little noise Percy made in the back of his throat. It did things to her she couldn't explain but as a result, she felt herself getting wet. If she hadn't been so turned on she might have been embarrassed about it, but looking at Percy now, who looked at her with his pupils blown wide while he was almost panting for air made her feel like she wasn't the only one experiencing this unexpected side-effect.

Ever so slightly, Hermione could feel him turn towards her on his swivel chair and soon his knees bumped against her, his hand slowly taking hold of hers.

"I'm here for you, Hermione," he said, his thumb drawing circles onto her palm. "All you need to do is to let me know what you need and I…"

"Yes?" Hermione asked and feeling bold she took a step forward, positioning herself right on top of his lap. "You'd kiss me?" she asked, leaning forward brushing her lips against his.

"Yes…" Percy whispered before he held his breath as if he was anticipating her to kiss him. She didn't, not because she didn't want to, but because she'd started to enjoy this little game they were playing. It made her feel powerful, like she was in control, and even though she was aware that Percy could end this any moment she couldn't help but enjoy the tension that was slowly building between them.

"Would you allow me to touch you? To undress you?" she pressed further, her fingers reaching for his tie ever so slowly.

"I would," Percy rasped and when she started to loosen the silky material she saw him watch her, his teeth biting his bottom lip in an ever so tempting way. Carefully, Hermione took off his tie and let it sink to the floor before she started to undo the white buttons of his shirt one by one, her eyes never leaving Percy's face. There was no question that he liked what she was doing, as she could feel the evidence for his arousal brush against her thigh and see the way he looked at her full of hunger and adoration. That look alone made her feel reckless and bold and even though a voice in her head was screaming that this was wrong and she should stop, she could feel it getting quieter and quieter with every beat of his heart beneath her fingers.

"And would you help me to get my trousers off? They're awfully uncomfortable and…"

"Merlin yes."

She'd barely finished her sentence when Percy reached for the button of her jeans and undid it with nimble fingers. Hermione quickly got up from his lap and helped him to get the fabric off, kicking it to the floor. Smiling, she positioned herself between her husband and the desk and automatically Percy turned towards her, taking her in with hungry eyes. "What about your knickers?" he asked, tracing the hem with trembling fingers. "Should they come off as well?"

Hermione considered this for a moment. She was already drippingly wet but she was enjoying this way too much to already lose herself under his touch.

"Your trousers first," she told him, looking at him with a challenging smile. "Open them and push them down. Your trunks as well. I want to…" She hesitated, suddenly feeling unsure about her idea.

"What is it, darling? What do you want me to do?" Percy asked, his eyes studying her intensely.

Hermione licked her lips, her mouth suddenly feeling dry. "Can you… can you touch yourself for me? I want to see… see how you do it, learn what you like and…"

Her husband's eyes fluttered shut for a moment and Hermione could see him take a deep breath. Then his eyes flew open again and he loosened the buckle of his belt and then the button of his trousers, pushing them and his trunks downwards like she'd asked him to. Percy stared at her for a long moment, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. Then his hand slowly reached for his already hard cock, long slender fingers wrapping around the slightly darker skin. Hermione's heart fluttered in anticipation of what was to come.

"Yes," she hissed, letting her fingers run over his forehead towards his temple before she buried them into his silky red hair. "Just like that."

Percy nodded, a muffled moan escaping his mouth, as his hand started to move. Hermione found herself fixated by the steady movement, the gasps that were coming from her husband and his eyes, which were blown wide as they were staring at her in anticipation. It was impossible to keep her hands still, Hermione found, her need to touch him and arouse him like he was arousing her growing steadily. And yet she held on, drinking in the picture of Percy having a wank at his desk while she ran her hands over his head, his shoulders and his torso.

"Hermione, I… argh…" His head fell back with another muffled moan, exposing his throat and the throbbing artery running down at its side. Following a sudden instinct, Hermione leaned forward and kissed it, before running her tongue over the smooth skin, enjoying the feeling of his pumping blood against her lips.

"You're doing so good," she told him, nuzzling his neck with her nose. "Keep going, just a little more. Can you do this? Please?"

Percy nodded, biting his lip before he closed his eyes, taking a shuddering breath.

"How do you feel?" she whispered, letting her tongue run over the shell of his ear.

"Good," Percy answered, his voice barely more than a gasp. Hermione smiled against his cheek, letting her hand carefully run down his chest, tugging his undershirt aside. Then she slowly covered his moving hand with hers. Percy's eyes snapped open, looking at her once more. She smiled at him, before pressing a gentle kiss onto his mouth. He sighed into the kiss, his hand freezing momentarily.

Hermione's lips melted against his. She kissed him slowly, her tongue swirling around his, savouring his taste. Percy kissed her back with equal passion, his free hand cupping her cheek as if to make sure she wasn't pulling away from him. She didn't plan to, not when kissing him felt so good and gave her an outlet for the arousal that flooded her veins. Because Hermione didn't have words for what she was feeling or for what was happening between them. She was sure that she wasn't the only one feeling this… arousal. Percy seemed as aroused as she was, his body trembling beneath her with tension while his kisses tasted of desire.

But after a while Hermione broke their kiss, her hand tightening around his hand and cock, before she carefully started to move it. "Can you show me how to do this, how to take care of you?"

Percy nodded. "Yes. I can do that."

His hand started to move again and Hermione followed his movements for a moment. But then Percy suddenly let go, his hand closing around hers instead, leading her hand on his cock.

"I… I like it when you grip me tightly, like this…" he said while panting for air. "Not too fast, just like this." He kissed her hungrily, before breaking away with a moan. "But you need to be careful. I can't… I'm so close already…" He gasped, squeezing his eyes shut while biting his lip. "Please, I don't want this to be over…"

Neither did she. Hermione enjoyed this way too much to be done with him already but more importantly, she wouldn't keep going if Percy didn't want her to. Her hand stilled before she carefully let go, brushing her lips against her husband's sweaty forehead. "Thank you for telling me, Percy, and for showing me. I want you to enjoy this… as much as I do. Tell me if I'm going too far, or…"

He silenced her with a hungry kiss. "I will but… This is brilliant. You're incredible. Just please… I want to touch you so badly. Can I touch you? I want you to enjoy this as well."

Hermione nodded before carefully taking a step back, leaning against Percy's desk. Giving him a long look she took hold of his hand and guided it into her knickers. Percy's fingers had barely brushed her folds as his eyes widened with realisation.

"Who said I'm not already enjoying this?" she asked, spreading her legs for him. Her boldness was rewarded with a gasp, before his fingers moved further, brushing against her sensitive skin. But Hermione could tell it was difficult for him to reach her like this and in her mind, she already had an idea. "Though I'd definitely be able to enjoy this even more if you could help me to get this off."

With an eager nod Percy pulled down her knickers and when they pooled down at her ankles, Hermione stepped out of them, sitting down on his desk, right on top of the file he had been reading. Percy watched her with wild eyes and for a moment Hermione thought he'd protest, but when she rested her feet on top of his desk, spreading her legs open for him, he only moaned when he took her in. She felt Percy's eyes wander hungrily over her body, his expression equalling that of a starving man that had just been presented with a table full of food.

"What do you need?" he asked, his hand gently brushing over her folds, caressing her. The contact was enough to make her centre tingle with anticipation of his touch.

"You," she told him, locking eyes with him. "I want you so badly. Touch me, with your mouth, your hand, whatever you like. And when I'm close, I want you to fuck me, right here on your desk."

Percy hesitated only for a moment before he stepped closer, holding her gaze. Then he suddenly dropped down onto his knees right between her legs. "Tell me when you're getting close," he told her before he started kissing her thighs, his hands cupping the cheeks of her arse, kneading them and gently spreading her open. Before Hermione knew it, he was sucking her, his tongue entering her over and over until she ached for him to fill her with his cock, his need for him growing with every kiss and every swirl of his tongue. But no, she wanted to enjoy this a little longer, because oh Merlin…

"Percy, wait, I'm going to…" It was too late. The next swirl of his tongue had her tumbling down from her high, gasping and writhing and moaning his name as her release washed over her. Her husband watched her from his spot on the floor, his eyes drinking her in hungrily before he slowly got up, capturing her lips into a searing kiss.

"I'm sorry, darling. I got a little bit carried away and…" He looked at her apologetically. "I should have paid closer attention to you. I am sorry…"

Hermione shook her hand, pulling Percy into another kiss. "There's nothing you need to apologise for. I was being greedy. I could have stopped you far earlier but I didn't because I was enjoying this way too much. You're so good with your tongue."

Percy seemed to grow under her words, a proud and happy smile breaking out on his face. "You can have this anytime you want, darling. I love bringing you pleasure. It might in fact be my new favourite thing."

Her heart fluttered at his words, excitement and a sudden wave of affection hitting her. Without thinking she leaned forward and gripped the back of his head to pull him towards her, closing the gap between their lips once more, ravishing her husband's mouth until her lips were tingling and she was panting for air.

The truth was that somehow Percy had become her favourite person, the person she looked forward to seeing all day and that made a room feel empty as soon as he was gone. She had no idea when it had happened and she was most certainly not ready to admit this to someone, least of all him. Yet she felt like she suddenly had to show him, give some kind of answer to Percy's confession. Because even though it was far from a confession of love, it was more than what they had so far or what she'd expected she'd ever have with him.

"This might quickly become my favourite thing," she murmured, pulling his bottom lip with her teeth.

He looked at her with a puzzled expression. "What?"

"Your desk. It's surprisingly comfortable." Linking her arms behind his neck she pulled him with her as she rolled backwards, her back coming to rest on top of the hard surface, Percy right on top of her. It was a reckless and stupid thing to do, as it sent a stack of files and a container holding quills rights towards the floor, the items scattering on the ground with the unmistakable sound of chaos. For a moment Hermione's heart stopped and she was sure she'd gone too far. But all Percy did was arch his brow questioningly before he kissed her once more, his hard length pressing against her centre.

Hermione never imagined finding herself in this position, lying on a desk with Percy of all people on top of her, but here she was wanting to do nothing more than to be thoroughly shagged until she saw stars. And she realised that all she had to do to make this fantasy become a reality was to ask for it.

Ginny was right, Percy was indeed a surprise, or many surprises wrapped into neat, formal clothes and hidden by a mask of cool indifference that left no idea of the man hidden beneath. But here he was, smiling down at her with an almost rakish smile as he teased her with his length, his voice rumbling into her ear.

"And what, Mrs Weasley, are you planning to do on my very comfortable desk?"

All Hermione could do was moan, her head falling back as another wave of desire hit her. She wasn't sure if it came from the tone of his voice, the words, the picture of Percy being stripped down to his undershirt and a dishevelled white shirt, his lips red and swollen from sucking and kissing her, or the things he did with his cock. But Hermione supposed it didn't really matter as long as he didn't stop. And she had the unmistakable feeling that Percy would give her right what she wanted - he usually did.

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Percy was sure he'd never look at his desk the same way again, or at any desk for that matter. In fact, he might be completely unsuitable for working at an office for the time being. It didn't help that Hermione suddenly wore his white shirt, the front gaping wide open, exposing her naked chest as she leaned down to pick up the files from the floor.

"Sorry about the mess." Hermione smiled at him apologetically. "I'll help you clean this up, of course."

Percy couldn't have cared less. In fact, he was almost looking forward to putting everything back in order, as every parchment and every quill on the floor would remind him of what they had done here.

"Not now," Percy told his wife and reached for her hand. "But you could join me in the shower and afterwards, we could go out and have dinner together." He didn't know where his sudden confidence came from but for once Percy felt like Hermione might accept his offer.

"You want to go on a date? Today?"

"Why not? It's still early and it's been a while since we ate at a restaurant together."

Hermione nodded, her soft smile causing his heart to flutter. "Alright. Let's go out. Why not? But I suppose we'll need to get showered and dressed first." Grinning at him, Hermione pulled him towards the bathroom, Percy following her with a happy smile on his face. He couldn't believe the turn their relationship had taken, but he certainly wouldn't question his luck. For once he was happy and he had a distinct feeling that Hermione might be as well.

A.N.: As some of you might have noticed already, I adjusted the tags for this story. Please check them and see if you're still okay with what might be coming. The following chapters will be an angsty ride on a rollercoaster. If that is not for you, then treat this chapter as their HEA and stop reading. I don't want to make any of you uncomfortable, which is why I'm giving you a fair warning and a way out here.