A/N: Written for the Melting Pot Fanfiction Groups Christmas in July Fest! Thank you so much to the modmins for all their hard work on putting this amazing fest together! I ended up writing 3 stories for this fest, including a pinch hit! My prompts for this first story were the pairing Hermione Granger/Thorfinn Rowle, Marrakech, Morocco, and Sex on the Beach (either the drink or the activity).

Grammarly kindly beta'd this for me. All mistakes are mine.

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Summary: Hermione is very pregnant while she and Thorfinn are in Marrakech, Morocco for the Quidditch World Cup.

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Thorfinn Rowle

Rating: M

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Outdoor Sex, Semi-Public Sex

Gorgeous Grump

"I would literally kill someone for an alcoholic beverage right now," Hermione complained, fanning her face as sweat dripped down her back. She felt like a beached whale as she waddled after her husband.

Thorfinn's chuckle still sent waves of pleasure through her as he guided her through the crowded lobby of the hotel, her small hand clutched in his much larger one.

"No you wouldn't," he reminded her. "Strongly hex, perhaps, but not kill."

"Fine, I wouldn't, but Merlin, who thought Marrakech for the Quidditch World Cup held in the middle of the summer was a good idea?" She wiped the sweat from her brow with her napkin from breakfast and took a deep breath just before they left the slightly cooler hotel and found themselves outside on the pool deck.

Marrakech may be in the middle of the desert, but the Muggle hotel had done a good job of giving it an oasis vibe. The pool was blue and glittering surrounded by gorgeous cabanas.

"I don't know, would Patagonia have been better? Or Australia, perhaps?" Thorfinn asked. He flagged down a waiter as they made their way toward the back of the pool area where the private cabanas were.

"Sex on the beach 'mocktail,' wasn't it?" he confirmed with Hermione. She nodded and sighed, rubbing her rounded stomach. Perhaps Marrakech in the summer wouldn't be so bad if she weren't so heavily pregnant. She didn't remember her first pregnancy being this terrible, but everything ached with this one and there were still over two months before the baby was due. She was counting them down diligently, ready to be done being pregnant and no longer in pain.

Drinks ordered, Thorfinn guided her along the paths until they reached their cabana. He helped her get comfortable, fluffing pillows, discretely conjuring more when needed and casting the strongest cooling charm he knew.

Hermione sighed as relief from the heat and the comfort of laying down propped in just the right ways, allowed her body to relax for the first time all day. Even their huge bed in the hotel above them wasn't as comfortable as Thorfinn had made the cabana. Maybe it had something to do with the pool and the very slight breeze.

"We still have the match in two days," Thorfinn said as he reclined next to her. He cupped her face, studying her seriously. The cabana was deep enough that they were totally in the shade, even with the curtains still tucked out of the way. The people watching at the hotel was excellent and the Muggleness of the hotel meant they got a break from the wizarding press. "Do you think you're still up for attending?"

Hermione tsked and looked up at her husband with a frown. "Of course, I am. I wouldn't miss it for the world, you know that. I'm just a grump when I'm pregnant and uncomfortable."

"A gorgeous grump," he said with a grin and ducked his head to press a brief kiss to her lips.

Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes at his flattery even as she kissed him back. Another thing she would never get tired of: his lips on hers still served to get her hot and bothered.. She didn't feel anything even remotely near gorgeous these days. She felt like a slug e, barely able to move, everything hurting, and her stomach was huge, much bigger than it was with Hugo a few years ago.

"Your beverages?" a waiter said, stopping by their cabana. Thorfinn thanked the man, handing him a wad of Muggle cash and grabbing the two drinks from the tray.

"Oh, this is heaven," Hermione sighed, sipping her perfectly sweet drink. All she wanted this pregnancy were sweets it seemed and mocktails had become her guilty pleasure. The sweetness was perfection. And the fact that they reminded her of being an adult and not an incubator helped, though Thorfinn couldn't understand that at all.

"I know what will help take the edge off," he murmured, trailing a finger up her smooth leg and playing with the hem of her sundress.

"If you say sex, I might just hex you," Hermione said, eyeing him over her drink and taking another sip.

Thorfinn laughed again and despite her warning, a shot of arousal went through her at the sound. She might be a million years pregnant but it seemed she would always find her husband sexy.

"Perhaps I just want to make you feel good," he replied. "Besides, you know how I feel about having sex so close to a big match."

Hermione snorted. "You know there's no actual scientific truth to it."

"Consider it a superstition then," he said with a shrug. His hand was still on her legs, this time making their way between them and further up her skirt.

"Someone will see, Finn," she murmured, pressing her thighs together.

"Let them," he leered at her.

"Finn!" she exclaimed, throwing a pillow at him.

He laughed and tossed the pillow back at her. "I put up several privacy charms, as I'm sure you're aware. Including a Muffliato. Nobody but me gets to hear the gorgeous sounds you make when you come," he assured her.

Hermione was about to tell him no again when he shuffled to settle between her thighs, both hands on her now, lifting her skirt.

"Let me taste you," he said, pressing a kiss against her skin behind one knee.

The pleading look in his eyes, combined with the arousal that was now rising in her made her spread her legs for him. He sent her a devastating grin as he helped push them further apart and lifted her skirt so it was bunched up around her waist.

"Wife!" he exclaimed upon seeing her.

"What?" she asked, blinking at him innocently.

"For someone who just told me no, you're treading dangerously," he told her as he slid a finger along her bare slit.

"It's too hot for knickers," Hermione said, maintaining her false innocence.

He licked his lips and bent his head, blowing hot air right on her cunt. Hermione sighed and leaned further back into her pillows, almost unable to see Thorfinn over the bulge of her stomach. He kissed all around her cunt, across her thighs, the bottom of her stomach, even placing a soft kiss against her perineum. It hurt to buck her hips, but she wanted to as he slid his tongue between her lower lips and then licked a circle around her clit.

"Finn," she sighed, reaching a hand down and fisting it in his mane, trying to press him closer. How she wished she could ride his face properly. He slid one finger inside her as he continued circling her clit and she groaned, almost losing the grip she had on her drink.

Despite his face being buried in her cunt, he somehow noticed and plucked the glass from her hand. Then he held the cold, condensation covered glass against her inner thigh.

She squealed his name with a laugh as he removed the glass and placed his hot mouth over the area. Merlin, the changing sensations were amazing. He took a sip of her drink, pulling an ice cube into his mouth and then winked at her before dipping his head back between her thighs.

It wasn't a moment later that she felt the cold ice cube against her throbbing clit. This time she did buck her hips against him as she cried out. His hot tongue and the cold ice cube were doing a number on her and she gripped the pillows beneath her as her orgasm came on fast and hard. He slipped a third finger inside her just in time for her to clench down on them, then he licked her through her orgasm until she was weakly pushing him away.

"Better?" he asked, rising over her, his hair falling down around them. "You taste much better than your drink, by the way."

She laughed, she was completely boneless and for now, the pain in her hips and thighs was gone. Though she was sure it wouldn't last. "Yes, much better. Less grumpy, at least," she replied, sliding her hand along his jaw. She loved the way his beard felt against her palm and pulled him in for a kiss. He tasted like her and the Sex on the Beach drink and Finn and it was divine.

"Love you," he muttered, as he shifted his weight to lay next to her.

"Love you too," she said with a smile. She was feeling calm enough that she felt for sure she might even be able to take a nap. He cuddled close, wrapping an arm around her stomach as she drifted off, feeling completely relaxed for the first time all week.

~Finn~