My body is on fire, with want and arousal. I make my way quickly through my parents bedroom and into the ensuite. I turn the shower on and quickly divest myself of my night clothes. I can smell my arousal, can feel the wetness at the top of my thighs. I can't believe I've just fucked Hermione on the landing, up against the wall, with her children sleeping soundly on the other side of said wall. I feel my cheeks get hot as shame overcomes me. Hermione deserves to be worshipped for hours, not a quick fumble like we're a couple of teenagers. But she was so responsive to my touch, her pert breasts soft and weighty in my grasp, feeling her undulation against my thigh was my undoing. If she had said no, I don't think I could have stopped, thank Merlin, God and Aphrodite she didn't.
I close my eyes and take a deep, cleansing breath then climb in the shower. I can still feel her muscles spasming around my fingers as she came, the look of rapture in her eyes. My left hand begins to massage my breast as the right makes its way to my apex. I close my eyes and do my best to imagine that it's Hermione that is pleasuring me. "Oh Hermione" I breathe as I hit a particularly sweet spot. There's a sudden rush of cold air but I'm too deep in my fantasy to really notice. I move my hand lower, towards my entrance when I hear a groan that didn't come from me, and then there is a tongue lapping at my clitoris. I open my eyes and see Hermione on her knees, the sight alone is enough to make me cum. "Sweet Merlin Hermione, don't stop" I gasp. I remove my hands and brace myself on the wall and spread my legs wider, placing my head under the spray from the showers head. I feel her tongue lapping at me, circling my clit, and then she sucks on it lightly. I begin to tremble, "please" I urge "don't make me wait any longer" her response is immediate. Two of her fingers penetrate me, as far as they can, I barely feel the intrusion. I'm that ready, then she adds a third and begins suckling on my clit as she begins a steady in and out motion. I say her name like a mantra as I am taken over the edge into oblivion "Hermione, Hermione, Hermione" she draws out my orgasm, makes it last far longer than I would have if I had achieved climax by myself. "Enough" I sob. She removes her fingers from me, and kisses my clit. Then she rises like a goddess and smirks at me "you were right" she says "it does taste better at the source" and then she's kissing me. Her wicked tongue delving into my mouth, the taste of my own arousal invigorates me, I pull her closer to me, so that our bodies are rubbing against one another. Skin on skin, breast to breast, I hear her sigh as my hands roam over her body. I need to see her. I step back from under the spray and release her from my grasp.
"Min, what?" She questions breathlessly.
"I need to see you love, admire you in the flesh" my eyes sweep over her face, her pupils are tiny with arousal, her lips are swollen from our kissing. I can see her chest moving up and down rapidly as she gets her breath back. My eyes move lower, over her breasts, her nipples are hard and pointing straight at me, inviting me to suckle on them once more. I resist their calling and lower my eyes further, as they level on her stomach her arms come up to cover the stretch marks. I look back up into her face, and focus on her eyes "Hermione, love, please don't hide away from me, you are exquisite. Each mark is a testament for the love of your children. You made them, nurtured them, they are a beautiful reminder of what the human body can do. You have no reason to be ashamed" her arms lower to her side and I get a slight nod. I give her an encouraging smile and then lower my eyes back to her stomach. The marks are barely visible, there is the odd one that stands about against her dark skin. I reach out and run my fingertips over them, I hear an intake of air at this. I drop to my knees and kiss the marks, and run my tongue over the worst of them, worshipping their creation. Whilst I'm down here I smell Hermione's arousal, it makes my mouth water, I quickly glance up her body, her eyes are closed, she's taking in all the sensations, her chest is rising and falling rapidly. I bring my hand up and stroke it through her lips, she opens her legs wider for me. I take that as an invitation to taste her, so I lean forward and swipe my tongue over her, hmm so good, my earlier sampling did not disappoint. I move my fingers to her entrance and enter her again with three fingers, her walls are slick, and throbbing as I work her up to an orgasm. My hands and mouth work in unison, playing her like I've been doing it all my life. Suddenly "Minerva" echoes around the stall, my fingers are pulled inside as her walls spasm around my digits. I continue licking at her, taking in all her juices before she tells me "enough". I rise slowly, my knees protesting at being knelt for too long.
"So beautiful" I whisper to her as I push her hair from her face and peck her lips.
"Let's wash up and get out of here". We both take the time to lather each other up, getting to know each other's sweet spots in the process. There's a particular spot, just below her belly button, that when I run my fingers over it makes her pull away from me, but that also makes her sigh and smile. Once we've washed the soap away, I wash my own hair and then step out of the shower.
"I hadn't intended for you to follow me in here, you know" I say.
"I had to Min. When you left me on the landing, catching my breath, after loving me so well I had to follow you and return the affection, my body wouldn't let me go anywhere else, neither would my heart" she confesses. I cast a drying charm over us both and passed her a towel. "I wouldn't have a problem with you walking about in your birthday suit, however, it's almost time for Rose and Hugo to wake. I'll go get breakfast ready, why don't you go get some clothes and wake your children?" I say already pulling on my transfigured night clothes. I give her a final kiss and depart the room.
Well there are worse ways to start the day I muse. I make my way downstairs, I haven't felt this good in a very long time. I'm humming as I enter the kitchen and put the coffee on to percolate. I think I'll cook. I pull out bacon, sausage, eggs, hash browns for Rose, haggis for me, and begin the cooking process. Just as I'm turning the sausages over the kitchen door opens and Rose, Hugo and Hermione enter.
"Good Morning" I greet, a smile on my face. "How do you like your eggs?" I ask, gesticulating with the cooking tongs.
"Hugo?" I ask. He has a think and then says "scrambled please"
"Rose?" She nods her head, "scrambled would be lovely, thank you"
"Hermione?" I ask, looking over at her. I see her shiver as our eyes make contact. Her tongue swipes over her bottom lip, and then she bites it in thought. The gesture causes me to groan internally, god she's so beautiful.
"Poached" she says, "if you can manage that"
"Doubting my cooking skills already, Hermione? Such little faith"
I turn back to the stove, it has been a while since I've cooked. Living at Hogwarts all the meals are prepared by the house elves, so I've had little need to cook for myself. I fill a saucepan with water and bring it to the boil with a spell. I drop a couple of eggs into the swirling water and then turn my attention to the scrambled eggs Rose and Hugo requested. I also need to turn the sausages and bacon over. I'm completely entranced by what I'm doing that I miss the conversation taking place at the table behind me. Thankfully I manage to get all the food ready at the same time. I levitate the plates over to my guests and then take my seat.
"Thank you Min" Hermione says as both kids have already tucked in.
"You're all very welcome" I reply happily, grinning over at Hermione.
We eat in silence for a while, enjoying the repast I've prepared. It's not half bad, even if I do say so myself.
"So, any plans for today?" I ask between bites.
"I was just saying to Rose and Hugo that we ought to go back to Mollys, so I can apologise for how abruptly we left yesterday" Hermione informs me.
I nod, "I'm sure she'll understand, it was a stressful day for everyone"
"Then we're going to find a motel to stay in for a few days, so we can have some family time before Rose goes off to Hogwarts. I can't face going back to the flat just yet" I feel my face fall at this announcement. "Right." I murmured. "If that's what you want" I'm suddenly not hungry any more. I rise from my chair and take my plate over to the sink. What was I thinking? That they'd want to stay here, with me, a boring, old, over the hill spinster. I can feel tears forming behind my eyes, so I close them to try and gain control over my emotions. I hear a few chairs push back, and the kitchen door closes and then Hermione's arms are round my waist, and she's leaning her head on my back. I don't react, beyond gripping the edge of the sink. "Min, please, I didn't mean to upset you. The last few days have been nothing short of amazing, and this morning, well, let's just say that's the best wake up call I've ever had. But we've taken up enough of your time as it is. I don't want to overstay our welcome" she explains. I turn in her embrace, and raise her face so I am looking into her eyes, she needs to understand this next bit
"Hermione, having you and the kids here is not an imposition, far from it. I love having the three of you here, I get to dote on Rose and Hugo, make sure you're doing alright. I never got to have children of my own, and helping you now is fulfilling an ache in me I never realised I had, seeing Rose play the flute the other day filled my heart with so much pride and love, and Hugo, seeing his mind work is something to behold. They are two amazing children. And I would love the opportunity to nurture their interests. Then there's you, love. I never thought that we would ever have a chance to explore what could be between us, I thought my love for you would stay unrequited until I left this world for the next. You taking this chance on me, on us, has made my life worth it. All the losses, battles, arguments everything it's all worth it if I get to express my love to you every day." We're both crying by now, I rub my thumb under her eyes to wipe away the tears. "If you truly want to leave, I won't stop you, but don't leave because you think you are bothering me" I lean forward to give her a kiss. I step out of our embrace and turn towards the door, I turn back to Hermione just before opening it
"Go, spend the day at Mollys, think about what you want. When you've decided, if you decide this isn't what you want, send me an owl and we'll never speak of this again. If you decide that you would like to see where this could go, and maybe, move in, here with me, then my door will be open."
And with that I leave the room. Tears streaming down my face, and my heart waiting to find out if it's ever going to experience the kind of love I know we could have together or if it's going to crumple into nothingness.
It was all going so well. Sorry for the little cliffhanger. What's Hermione going to decide?