Hermione gasped as Minerva found a spot just under her chin that made her stomach squirm. Her hands held Minerva tightly as she continued down her neck, sucking gently on the skin above her racing pulse and then down onto her shoulder.
"May I?" she asked, sliding her fingers beneath the strap of her dress.
"Yes," Hermione whispered. "There's a zip, under -" she motioned to her side with a hand and Minerva smiled, sliding her hand around her ribs to find it.
"You are exquisite, Hermione," Minerva whispered, pressing their lips together again.
"I feel it when you look at me," Hermione murmured back. "When you touch me."
Minerva did just that as she drew the strap of Hermione's dress down over her shoulder, following that path with her lips. She had insisted to Minerva she wasn't a novice - and she wasn't - but there was something so different about Minerva's lips, and hands, and breath caressing her skin.
"Min -" she breathed.
Minerva sucked softly on her shoulder and slid her hands around Hermione's back under her dress. Her hands were cool, and Hermione's body broke out in goosebumps and she felt her nipples harden further.
Minerva pushed gently on her sides and she dropped to the bed and lay back at Minerva's insistence. Her dress was pulled down to her waist, leaving her bare. Minerva's eyes were almost black with want.
"Beautiful," the woman breathed.
Minerva shimmied out of her own dress and pulled gently on Hermione's before dropping them gracefully on the chair and joining Hermione on the bed.
"If at any time you wish for me to stop -"
"Are you kidding?" Hermione laughed. "Get over here."
Minerva made a noise that sounded like a mixture of a growl and a laugh and rolled on top of Hermione with cat-like reflexes.
"Oh my god."
Minerva's body fit perfectly between her legs and Hermione instinctually wrapped them around Minerva's waist. As soon as Minerva's tongue wrapped itself around her nipple, Hermione was lost. Her hands held the back of Minerva's head as she sucked and nibbled on her skin and far, far sooner than she would have liked, she felt her body shaking with need.
"Minerva," she gasped. "Please."
"I'm here," Minerva soothed, kissing her way back up to Hermione's mouth.
They kissed messily while Minerva purposefully scraped her nails down Hermione's ribs.
"Fuck," Hermione gasped, yanking her mouth away so she could breathe. "Please Min, please. No more teasing. I want you."
"You have me," Minerva said, a smile colouring her words.
"For the love of -"
Minerva's nails were now drawing maddening patterns on the inside of her thigh which she could already feel were damp with need.
"Oh," Minerva breathed as she went higher. "Hermione, darling."
"Fuck me, please. I need you. I need -"
They had both foregone underwear to keep their dresses seam-free so there was no awkward moment where they would have to stop but Minerva still took her sweet time. She ran her fingers over Hermione's centre, making small noises at the moisture she found there.
"You want me," Minerva whispered, almost to herself.
"More than I've ever wanted anyone in my life, Minerva. Please."
Two fingers slid inside her and after Minerva crooked her finger and ran her thumb over Hermione's clit like she'd been loving Hermione all of her life, Hermione's back bowed.
"MINERVA!"
She held on for dear life as Minerva's mouth engulfed her breast and sucked rhythmically while her fingers followed the pattern. Hermione could barely breathe as her body did whatever Minerva wished and she seemed to fall into orgasm again and again and again.
"No, I mean, yes, I -" she gasped as Minerva's fingers pushed insistently against a spot inside her that made her whole body quake. "Min, I-"
"Breath, my love," Minerva whispered, shifting so she could kiss her, nuzzling her and sliding her own leg over Hermione's thigh. "Oh, Hermione."
"Minerva," Hermione whined as her body seemed to stop doing her bidding and simply existed. She could feel so much, every nerve ending was on fire as Minerva played her body like an instrument. She could feel Minerva's cum on her leg and that alone sent her deeper into the pleasure Minerva was eking from her.
"I have you," Minerva said again, sliding her free hand into Hermione's and holding tightly. For some reason that helped Hermione and she managed to open her eyes and look at Minerva. Her hair was a mess, she was sweating from the effort of sending Hermione into orbit but she had never looked as beautiful; completely bare - body and soul. "Let me have you," she said gently, her fingers slowing, but moving more purposefully. "Let me love you."
When it started, it was more like a ghost that seemed to slither out of reach whenever Hermione reached for it, until it wasn't. It roared into life as Minerva gasped her own pleasure and it was that small noise that set Hermione off.
She quaked and shook as Minerva fucked her steadily and she gripped Minerva's arm, unsure whether to stop her or make sure she never stopped but Minerva seemed to know what to do. She rested her weight down on top of her and continued pushing her higher until Hermione's mind went blank. Her body felt like it exploded beneath Minerva and she could feel her body expanding and contracting on a universal scale and then Minerva's voice, clear and ringing in her ear moaned her name and she felt her own body rock as Minerva jerked her hips along Hermione's thigh and called out her completion.
Minerva fell against her shoulder and groaned as she held still, remaining inside Hermione, kissing her everywhere she could reach.
"I love you," she whispered over and over. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
Hermione could barely breathe, let alone answer and she bit her lip, hard, trying not to cry.
"Take a deep breath," Minerva whispered. "It's alright, my love. Breathe."
Something about the instruction made her comply and as she did, Minerva withdrew and after a moment or two, pulled Hermione into her arms. And she cried. Hermione Granger, cried great heaving sobs against Minerva's shoulder, one part unable to care and the other burning in embarrassment.
"It's alright," Minerva breathed. "I have you, my love. Easy."
Hermione couldn't do anything. She tried. She tried so hard to speak, but as Minerva rocked then gently, whispering her love, Hermione fell asleep.
-0-
She jerked awake what felt like a minute later and found herself pinned to the mattress. It was only when she managed to turn her head that she realised Minerva had fallen asleep almost on top of her, which, as she lay there, Hermione wasn't too unhappy about, except she really needed the bathroom. She shifted gently, trying not to wake her lover and eventually managed to slide out of the bed and put a pillow in her place. Minerva practically smothered herself with it as she drew it into her arms and Hermione couldn't help the smile.
Her body was more than a little sore but she didn't mind. The feelings of Minerva breaking her apart and putting her back together again made it roar back into life and she stood for a long while in front of the bathroom mirror cataloguing changes in her appearance.
Not that there were any. She did certainly look happier though. So there was that.
She zhuzhed her hair and took a deep breath. A knock at the door made her jump.
"You alright, love?"
"Yes!"
She rolled her eyes at how it sounded and opened the door, completely naked, to find Minerva looking concerned.
"Hermione -"
"You startled me, is all," she said quickly. "I really am okay."
"I didn't -" Minerva's eyes raked down to Hermione's toes and back up again, taking in all the lovebites she'd left. "Merlin, Hermione. Did I hurt you?"
"I am sore in places," she smirked. "But no, you didn't hurt me."
"Hermione, I'm -"
"I mean it, Min. I'm fine. More than. I'm only sorry that I wasn't awake enough to reciprocate. Although how I'm supposed to follow on from that, I do not know."
Minerva chuckled, looking more than a little pleased with herself before she drew Hermione closer.
"Why are we standing in the doorway to the bathroom?"
"Because you ambushed me in here."
"Me?"
"Mhmm," Hermione grinned. She placed her hand on Minerva's cheek and used it to bring her closer so she could kiss her.
She sighed. Nothing had physically changed between them and yet this felt like so much more, somehow. She felt it in a part of her she had no name for. It filled all of her senses.
"May I take you to bed, Mistress McGonagall?"
"Bloody hell, Hermione," Minerva snorted.
"We'll maybe explore that a little later, hmm?" Hermione said, trailing her fingers along Minerva's chest. She was wearing a robe, but it was made of silk and Hermione immediately saw the effects her fingers had on her love.
"I will be two minutes."
"You can be ten if you like," Hermione said easily. "I'm not going anywhere."
Minerva kissed her quickly and nipped inside the bathroom while Hermione went back to bed. She glanced around the room and decided that she wouldn't miss being in this house once the Castle was fixed. This had been her childhood home, but so much had changed since then that she didn't feel like she belonged here. She would sell it and use the money to live off and perhaps put it to good use elsewhere. She was glad her parents were independently wealthy. She had expected a sizable inheritance but this would do.
"Am I interrupting?"
"Oh," Hermione jumped as cool hands slid around her middle. "I was miles away. Sorry."
"Don't be sorry," Minerva muttered. "It looked serious."
"Just that I am done with this house. It was my home and I loved living here and was loved here, but," she shrugged. "I have outgrown those memories, I suppose."
"That does happen," Minerva said sagely. "I have never returned to my childhood home, though mine were not happy memories, as such."
"I'll ask about it later," Hermione shrugged. "For now, though, I'd like you to think about something else?"
"Hmm?" Minerva asked, already distracted by the gentle, swirling patterns Hermione was creating with her fingertips.
"Me," Hermione whispered hotly. "Inside you."
Minerva's groan was deep as Hermione pushed her backwards and rolled on top of her. Her legs wrapped around Hermione's hips in much the same way Hermione's had done and Hermione ran her hands over them as she leaned down and sucked on Minerva's heaving chest.
"Love," Minerva groaned.
"You are so beautiful," Hermione whispered, meaning it completely.
She sat up and took her fill for the first time. Minerva's skin almost glowed, it was so pale and she trembled in anticipation. Her skin was marked with scars; some she knew of and most she did not. There was a beautiful scattering of pale freckles that Hermione resolved to make it her life's mission to kiss individually.
She tickled the backs of her nails along the skin over Minerva's stomach and watched as it rippled. Before following the path she took with her tongue.
"Oh Hermione," Minerva whispered.
"Does Minerva McGonagall beg, I wonder?" Hermione asked, knowing that she would rope the moon for this woman without request.
Hermione shifted and lay back on top of Minerva with a sigh as their bodies pressed together. She studied Minerva's breasts, watching as her nipples tightened under the scrutiny.
"May I?"
"If you don't do something soon, Hermione, I may -"
Whatever else she was going to say was lost in the gasp she gave as Hermione drew one of those pale nipples into her mouth.
Hermione resolved to take her time and concentrated on making love to Minerva's breasts until she could feel Minerva's hips twitching against her own.
Hermione let her, sliding her own thighs wider and taking Minerva's with her. She sucked in a breath when she felt how wet Minerva was and jerked her own hips in response.
"This okay?" she asked, altering her angle slightly into what she thought might be the right position.
Minerva, whose lip was between her teeth, nodded and grabbed Hermione's hips and shifted her a little before growling as Hermione's hips rolled again.
"Oh, Minerva, you're perfect," Hermione whispered as she rolled her clit over Minerva's pelvis, getting lost in that sensation.
Minerva had been content to let Hermione move but as she rocked forward again, she felt Minerva jerk and her hands gripped Hermione's hips until it hurt.
"Yes," she hissed. "Right there."
Hermione did her best to make short sharp movements so she could stay where Minerva needed her to be and in almost no time at all, Minerva's head was bowed backwards as she rocked her hips up onto Hermione's.
"Yes yes yes," she grunted. "Please. A little more."
"I'm going to make you cum all over me," Hermione breathed, trying not to lose her own rhythm as her body chased its own pleasure. "Oh, Min."
"Hermione more."
She felt Minerva's hips flex hard and almost fell if it weren't for Minerva's grip pulling her closer as her back bowed and she slammed their bodies together hard. Later, Hermione resolved to giggle about the squeal Minerva made but right as she ended it, Minerva made one more nudge and pressed against Hermione's clit sending her over the edge too.
"Minerva!"
Hermione lost her balance as her body quaked and just managed to catch her descent before she crushed Minerva in the landing.
"Oof," Hermione giggled a little hysterically. "Sorry."
"Come here."
They made love on and off throughout the night until they fell, exhausted beside each other just as the sun rose above the horizon.
"Min," Hermione mumbled, sucking gently on her neck where she'd already made a fairly respectable bruise. "Didn't you have a speech at the Ball?"
"'don't care," Minerva muttered, her eyes closed with a blissful look on her face. "Filius probably made it. I'm sure I'll get an owl from Kingsley later."
Hermione snorted and breathed in Minerva's scent as she snuggled impossibly closer.
"I love you, Min."
"I love you, Hermione. Please don't ever doubt that. No matter what."
"I won't," she whispered, trailing a finger down Minerva's face. "Sleep now. We don't have to go anywhere, right?"
"No," Minerva slurred, already losing the battle. "It's Sunday." Hermione smiled and fell asleep to the simple truth that Minerva managed to utter before she too fell into unconsciousness. "We're always together on Sundays."