More love! Thank you so much and I hope this next one lives up to your expectations!

Also, I typed this up on my phone, so I do apologize for any spelling/grammar issues. Blame Bob, my NSA autocorrect agent.

Dinner and a Show

The rest of the week dragged on for both women. Minerva found herself focusing all of her energy on her lesson plans, trying not to let herself get nervous about her upcoming date. It had been far too long since she'd been in a relationship and while she talked a big game she was still quite insecure.

Hermione finally got the rush she'd been looking forward to with students of all ages coming to get textbooks and other research material they may need. She was grateful that Albus had a great relationship with all of the schools in the area as it allowed her to know ahead of time what materials she needed to stock. As glad as she was for the distraction, it never ceased to amaze her how so many students, and not a few teachers, waited until the last possible moment to prepare themselves for the start of term.

She smiled patiently at the young girl who had to just be starting her first year at uni. "Nervous?"

Blue eyes looked up, startled. "Yes, miss. It's my first time being on my own." She frowned. "I didn't realize it was so obvious."

"It's not obvious at all." Hermione rushed to assure the young blonde. "I'm just very good at reading people."

The blonde smiled. "Oh, okay." She finished counting out the appropriate payment and collected her purchase. "Have a nice day!"

Hermione waved jovially and then turned to greet the next customer, surprised when she saw no one in line. She glanced down at her watch and blanched. It was a quarter past six! Slightly panicked, she ran to the door and flipped the sign to closed. There was only forty-five minutes until Minerva would be here to pick her up. Leaving the door unlocked for Minerva, Hermione dashed upstairs to take a quick shower and get ready.

Minerva stood in front of her closet, clad only in matching lingerie, completely at a loss as to what to wear. She scanned the contents again, wishing that the outfit she needed would simply float out of the depths of its own accord. Another sweep of her gaze brought her to a deep crimson silk button down shirt adorned with gold buttons and thread. Smiling, she ran her fingers down the sleeve and then plucked it off the hanger before sliding it onto her arna. Having decided on the top it was much easier to find the pencil skirt to match. Then there was the matter about the shoes. With a huff, Minerva picked up the desired pair and then headed out.

The walk to the bookstore took hardly any time at all, so Minerva was surprised when she arrived at the front door at ten to seven. Tentatively, she reached out to knock. No answer. Another knock. Still nothing. Shrugging, she tested the door, surprised to find it unlocked. She let herself in, locking the door behind her, and began a slow walk to the stairs at the back. She grinned. The last time she had been up those stairs she hadn't had the chance to really look around.

At the top of the stairs, Minerva was once again overwhelmed by the sheer volume of goods for sale. There were at least five rows of bookshelves dedicated to every sort of adult film imaginable, which took up much of the floor space. The far wall held a decent variety of books whose covers would make one blush. Something she hadn't noticed for the first time through was the other wall. It appeared that literary works and visual entertainment weren't the only things being sold in this corner store.

Hermione threw on the dress she had laid out for the evening, opting to go for a black, off the shoulders style that flared out at the hips, coming to mid-thigh. She left her hair free, a waterfall of chestnut curls cascading down her back. She applied light makeup, slipped on a pair of low heels, and left her bedroom.

A peek at the clock alerted her to there being only five minutes left until her date started. Fighting the nerves that were threatening to overwhelm her, Hermione dumped her keys and wallet into a black clutch and hurried down the stairs.

She was not at all prepared for the sight that greeted her.

A tall raven-haired woman stood in front of the adult novelty section, fingering one of the many products. Her back was to Hermione, which allowed the younger woman time to appreciate the lithe figure before her. Red silk slid over creamy white arms, and clung to a lightly muscled back, before disappearing into the tightest pencil skirt Hermione thought she'd ever seen. Chocolate eyes drifted further down, following the gentle curve if Minerva's hips and ass. She had to swallow when her gaze fell on the four-inch stilettos the older woman was sporting.

"See anything you like?" Hermione desperately hoped she came off as sexy and that her voice didn't waver.

Minerva started, almost dropping the strap-on she had been scrutinizing. She all but threw it back in the shelf in her haste to not appear in the least bit interested. With a mild blush and embarrassed smile, Minerva turned. "No, I-" but whatever she was going to say was lost as she took in the vision in front of her, thoroughly enjoying the way Hermione's dress clung to every inch of her torso. Her eyes darkened. "Actually, I see something I like very much." Without anymore hesitation the Scottish woman closed the distance between them, brought a hand up to cup Hermione's cheek, then leaned down for a kiss.

Hermione pulled back before allowing the kiss to get too heated. "You are so beautiful."

Emerald eyes squinted down. "You need glasses." Her eyes raked Hermione's body again and the brunette shivered. "You, on the other hand, look good enough to eat."

Hermione grinned. "Yes, well, I agree, but we do have reservations that I don't think we should skip out on."

Minerva groaned. "Oh, fine. As you wish." She stepped back from the other woman, but couldn't stop her eyes from roaming again.

"Oh, do stop." Hermione blushed. "We need to get going and if you keep looking at me like that we won't make it." She raised a hand to cut off any arguments. "Dinner."

With a laugh, Minerva rolled her eyes and headed for the stairs, adding just the right amount of sway to her hips to get Hermione's attention.

Hermione laughed. "Ooohh-oooh, Witchy Woman." She sang as she followed Minerva down the stairs.

"So where is this mystery restaurant that I'm taking you out to?" Minerva asked as they strolled down the street.

"Not too far. One of my favorite things about this part of town is that everything I need is within walking distance, friends included." She waved a hand towards an A-frame sign on the sidewalk a few doors down. "Weseli's is by far the best Italian place in the city, though I may be slightly biased in that opinion."

They approached the door and Minerva was surprised to see that it looked very nice. There were small tables lining one wall that looked out over the Thames. The outside of the building had a tasteful amount if fairy lights, along with a sprinkling of them in the trees. The front door opened as a middle-aged couple left and Minerva was enveloped by the mouthwatering scents of garlic, pasta and sauce. Hermione caught the door, motioning for Minerva to go in. The inside of the restaurant was beautiful as well. There was a young brunette playing piano in the small space near the door, which Minerva felt was certainly preferable to the canned music found in most public places.

The smells were so much more intoxicating inside and Minerva had to scold her stomach to keep quiet while she continued to take in the scenery. Every inch of wall space and ceiling had been painted with various copies of famous Italian works. Her eyes strayed to the ceiling and she almost rolled her eyes. This rendition of the Sistine Chapel had two grinning redheads stretching a mozzarella sticks between them. She brought her gaze back to ground level and was surprised to see those same twin grins in the flesh.

"So, this is the woman you couldn't keep away from us, eh?" One of the twins spoke.

"Ickle Ronnikins was very upset."

"He didn't think it was fair-"

"That Mum found out before him-"

"And that we did, too."

Hermione laughed. "Fred. George. This is Minerva McGonagall." She gestured to her date. "Minerva, these are two of Molly's boys."

Minerva held out her hand. "Nice to meet you both."

The twins looked down at her hand as if offended, then at each other, before using it to pull her into a hug between the two of them.

"No handshakes, McG!"

"You're basically one of us now."

"Yup. You're actually the first woman-"

"First person-"

"That Hermione has ever brought over."

Hermione nudged Fred. "Stop it, you two. You're going to give her a headache."

Indeed, Minerva looked a little bewildered trying to follow the conversation between them. She smiled gratefully when they let her go

The twins bowed apologetically. "Our apologies. If the ladies will allow us to lead them to their table?" They fought briefly over who would get to escort Minerva, but when Hermione took Minerva's arm they shrugged and took each other's. A short walk took them through the double doors to the kitchen.

Minerva shot Hermione a questioning look, but the brunette just smiled and squeezed her arm, causing a jolt of electricity to shoot down her spine

Abruptly, the twins turned back to face them. "Now we know it may be tempting-"

"Seeing as how you're in a room away from other diners-"

"But we do ask that you keep the snogging down to a minimum-"

"As it's distracting to the staff." They winked jn unison as they parted, allowing the women to see where they would be dining.

"Oh, boys. It's lovely!" Hermione exclaimed as she took in the small table along the back wall of the kitchen. It was set for two with a vase of roses and a couple of candles, even though the light wasn't needed in the bright kitchen.

"Glad you approve!" George said cheekily. "Well, we won't keep you. Have a seat!"

Hermione guided Minerva to the table where each twin was holding out a chair. They sat down and smiled at each other as the twins rushed off.

"Quite the pair." Minerva remarked, watching the twins retreat. "Am I right in assuming they're always like that?"

Hermione chuckled. "Oh, yes. Though they did tone it down a little for you."

"Hmm, well, that's probably good. I don't want anything distracting me from my ravishing date." Minerva winked

Hermione cleared her throat. "On that note, would you care for something to drink?"

"I think a glass of wine would be wonderful." Minerva looked around, but didn't see a waiter that looked free. "I don't suppose we'd have to get it ourselves?"

As if on cue, a red-headed man around Hermione's age came bursting out of a side door that looked as though it led to an office. "Oi! Hermione!"

The brunette in question leapt out of her seat, starting Minerva. "Now, Ron-"

"Don't you 'now, Ron' me, you hussy." Ron glared at Hermione. "Why did I have to find out from my mum, of all people, that you're getting laid. You even called my brothers first!"

"Not all of them." Hermione muttered under her breath, but wilted at the link on his face. "Oh, honestly, your family." She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Firstly, and not that it's any of your business, but I am not getting laid." She held up a finger when he opened his mouth. "Secondly, it has been a very busy week what with term starting Monday and I have been busy. As for your mother finding it, it was an accident and I only called your brothers to set up this date. Which," and at this her eyes narrowed dangerously, "you are interrupting." She jerked her head slightly to where Minerva was still patiently waiting at the table with a slightly amused look on her face.

Ron's ears turned bright red. "Oh, yeah. Of course. Erm, it's nice to meet you, Miss-"

Minerva took pity on the young man when it became clear that Hermione was content to watch him flounder. She stood and extended her hand. "Just Minerva is fine, Mr. Weasley."

Ron shook her hand gratefully. "In that case, you can call me Ron. I'm sorry for outburst, I'm just really excited for you, 'Mione."

Hermione scoffed. "If that's what you want to call it." She returned to the table and sat, crossing her ankles. "Now, you wouldn't happen to know who I need to shag to get some wine around here, would you?"

Fred leaned his head out if the office door. "I have some suggestions!" A pale hand jerked him back through the door before it slammed shut.

"Yeah, um, I could do that." Ron flashed a smile at the two women. "I'll be right back."

Minerva returned to her seat and fixed her gaze on Hermione. "Well, at least I can say it hasn't been a boring first date."

"Third." There was a mischievous look in those chocolate eyes. "I was under the distinct impression that is our third date."

Something about Hermione's tone caused Minerva to shiver. She gulped. "My mistake. Of course I certainly meant our first date out in the real world."

A corner of Hermione's mouth quirked up. "My shop isn't the real world?"

"No." Hermione was surprised by the answer, but Minerva continued on. "A bookstore is about as far away from the real world as you can get. Surrounded by so many stories that take you to faraway places and let you imagine a different life," she paused. "It's much closer to heaven then the real world."

Hermione didn't think anyone had ever understood so fully what it meant for her to own the bookshop. Her eyes misted a little, but before she could respond they were interrupted. Again.

Ron set the glasses down in front of them, then showed the wine. "I know what you like, 'Mione, but I wasn't sure about Minerva here. Is this okay?"

Minerva peered at the label and nodded. "Yes, Ron, this one is just fine."

Ron beamed before pouring two generous glasses, then he left only to come back bearing a carafe of water and some bread. "The twins took the liberty of ordering for you, so enjoy." With that he was off, leaving them alone for a few more minutes.

Hermione picked up her wine glass, swirled it absently, then took a healthy sip. A small moan escaped her lips as the liquid slid down her throat.

Minerva sat mesmerized, hand around the stem of her own glass, as she watched the bliss in the other woman's face.

Hermione opened her eyes to see Minerva watching her and she grinned. "So what do you think?" She licked a drop of wine from her top lip. "Of the wine?"

That seemed to bring Minerva back to her senses and she jerked the wine glass to her lips, took a big gulp, and Immediately regretted it because it definitely went down the wrong pipe. She coughed a few times to clear her airway, unamused to see the smirk on Hermione's face. "Thank you for your assistance "

"What? Should I have given you mouth to mouth? Would that have been helpful?"

Minerva glared. "Guess we'll never find out."

The smile on Hermione's face softened. "Sorry, but for some reason I get great enjoyment out of seeing you so flustered."

"Hmph. I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

Ron came up to the table again, this time bearing food. "We have a cheese stuffed ravioli for the lady," he set the first plate down in front of Hermione. "And a healthy portion of lasagna for the other lady." He set the other plate down in front of Minerva.

Hermione scowled at him. "What happened to a salad?"

Ron grinned. "I asked about that. They said you might need energy."

"Idiots." Hermione rolled her eyes. "You'd think they'd know by now all pasta does is put you to sleep." She looked over to Minerva. "I suppose it's up to you. Sleep or no sleep."

"Can we get these plates to go please?" She smiled winningly up at Ron. "I believe we would also appreciate a dessert. That can be your choice."

The various shades of red returned to Ron's countenance as he hurried from the table.

Minerva turned her attention back to Hermione. "For someone who seems to love teasing, he sure does blush a lot."

Hermione laughed, waving it off. "He's a ginger." She picked up her fork. "You should at least try the lasagna fresh. It's divine." She speared a piece of ravioli and brought it to her mouth, savoring the smell before eating.

Minerva followed suit, cutting off a piece of lasagna to enjoy. She moaned in appreciation. "You're right! I think this is the best lasagna I've ever had the pleasure of tasting. May I try some of yours?"

Hermione obliged by preparing a forkful and extending it over the table, eyes darkening as Minerva daintily took the proffered bite off the fork with her teeth. "What do you think?"

"Delicious." Minerva licked her lips. "I could get used to you feeding me."

Hermione grinned wickedly. "That could be arranged."

Two boxes dropped onto the table, startling them both.

"We're very offended."

"You brought a woman-"

"To an Italian restaurant-"

"To not eat pasta."

Hermione shrugged. "Maybe you should have considered serving pizza instead." She smiled. "But we did indulge a little. See?" She motioned to the small dent in each dish.

"They are both marvelous dishes." Minerva added.

The twins beamed, appeased. "Fair enough." One of the twins produced another plate from behind his back. "We were told you were still interested in some dessert."

Hermione's eyes lit up when she saw the two cannolis in the plate. "Yes, thank you!" She picked up her shells and began scraping them into the takeaway box. "You two are the best!"

"We know!" The twins said in unison before bowing and leaving.

Minerva followed Hermione's lead and quickly packed up her lasagna, very excited for the cannolis.

Hermione laughed, caught Minerva's attention, and pointed to the cannolis. On top of each there was a letter. F on one and G on the other. She turned to the office and glared at the two redheads who were not so subtly watching. They squeaked and disappeared again.

This caused Minerva to laugh as well. "Those two are certainly quite the handful! I'll need to congratulate Molly for surviving." She reached out for a cannoli, choosing "G". "These do look rather enticing though. It's been some time since I've had a proper cannoli."

Hermione quirked her eyebrow as she picked up the other one. "No Italian restaurants in Scotland?"

"Oh, yes, there are plenty. It's just that I've never had one compare the cannolis in Italy."

Hermione rolled her eyes with a grin. "Of course you've been to Italy." She took a good bite, giggling when it began to crumble. "When did you go? I've always wanted to." No answer. "Minerva?"

"Hmm?" Minerva's eyes had a glazed quality and it seemed she was staring just below Hermione's eyes. Suddenly she seemed to realize she was being spoken to and blushed. "I'm sorry, Hermione. What were you saying?"

"I was just asking when you had gone to Italy."

"It was many years ago. I shall tell you about it another time. But first," she reached out and took Hermione's chin in her hand. "You have something, just there." She used her thumb to wipe a small amount of filling from Hermione's cheek. She then brought her thumb to her mouth to suck it clean, closing her eyes, and moaned. "Delicious. Though I imagine any food eaten off of you would be sublime."

Hermione's eyes were wide with surprise. That was probably the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Her breath came in short pants as she watched Minerva pick up the other cannoli, take a bite, then thoroughly lick her lips to get rid of the evidence. Gulping, she pushed away from the table. "I'll be right back. Don't move." Quickly, she stood and strode to the office, not even bothering to knock before opening the door.

Minerva couldn't hear what the other woman said, but she could tell she was obviously flustered. She smiled, amazed she seemed to have such an effect on the other woman. Hermione came back to the table with such a predatory gaze that Minerva's hand stilled as she reached for the rest of her cannoli. "Is everything alright?"

Hermione practically growled. "Yes." She snatched up the leftovers and motioned to the door. "Are you ready? I'm ready." She moved impatiently towards the door. "Coming?"

Minerva smirked, stood up, then walked up to Hermione, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Not yet." She winked salaciously, turned on her heel, and walked away.

The walk back to the shop was filled with a charged silence and plenty of "accidental" brushes. It seemed to drag by for both women, the tension almost unbearable. Finally, they reached the shop. Hermione fumbled with the key before unlocking the door. She allowed Minerva in first, then shut and locked the door behind then. Suddenly nervous, Hermione turned to the older woman. "I'm going to, um, go put this away." She lifted the boxes, then headed to the back of the store, pausing at the foot of the stairs to look back at Minerva. She smiled. "Not going to stay down here, are you?"

"Of course not!" Minerva hurried to catch up. "Lead on."

Hermione smirked and made her way up both flights of stairs. Once at the top she made her way to the fridge to deposit the takeaway. "Would you like something to drink?" She cleared her throat, trying to get rid of the shaky quality.

"No. I don't think so."

Minerva's husky response caused Hermione's stomach to flip. Get a grip, Granger. She walked hesitantly back to where Minerva stood, having put away her coat. She watched as her hand raised to trail down the silk of Minerva's shirt, continuing on to rest at Minerva's waist. "You are so beautiful."

Instead of responding, Minerva cupped Hermione's chin and brought herself closer for their lips to meet. A moan sounded from the back of her throat and that seemed to be a signal.

Both women immediately began undressing each other while attempting to keep their lips in contact. They broke only when breath was absolutely necessary before continuing with fervor. Shoes were followed by Hermione's dress, although she almost tripped in her haste to step out of it.

Minerva backed Hermione into the bedroom door, moaning again at the feeling of her entire body pressed against the younger woman. She reached behind Hermione to open the door, holding her up so they didn't fall through.

Hermione's hand trailed down Minerva's back until she reached the zipper on the pencil skirt she'd been drooling over all night. A short tug and the fabric pooled around Minerva as feet. She took a step into her room to allow Minerva space to step out of the skirt. The older woman came forward to reclaim plush lips, but Hermione stopped her, smiling. "May I just take a moment to look at you?"

Minerva, already flushed with excitement, blushed more. "I don't know why you'd insist, but…" she shrugged and straightened her back proudly under the intense gaze of chocolate eyes.

Hermione hummed in approval as she raked her eyes over every curve of Minerva's body, delighting in the way the deep green lace set off pale skin and matched the emerald eyes that watched her almost defiantly. She stepped closer once again and skimmed her fingertips lightly over a smooth stomach until her hands rested in hips. "I insist because I still think you're beautiful and I want us to enjoy every last minute of this." She pulled Minerva closer and kissed her lightly

Minerva's arms wasted no time in encircling Hermione's waist and eliminating the space between them, appreciating the feel of bare skin against bare skin. "Well, I'm certainly enjoyIng myself immensely." She dropped her head to allow her lips to graze the soft skin at Hermione's neck. "Aren't you?"

Hermione's head lolled back as her breath came in shorter gasos. "Yes." She barely gasped out. "Yes, I am." Her hands caressed the skin of Minerva's waist before sliding up the toned muscles of the older woman's back until she reached the clasp of her bra. "May I?" She husked. She was answered with a nod so she made quick work of the bra, sliding the straps down Minerva's shoulders, sucking in a breath when Minerva's breasts came into view.

Minerva gasped against Hermione neck as warm hands covered her breasts. "Hermione." She began leading Hermione towards the bed once again, this time undoing Hermione bra, eager to return the favor. Dual moans sounded as both women allowed their lingerie to fall from their arms, causing their nipples to brush.

"Minerva." Hermione breathed, gripping the waistband of Minerva's panties. "Take me to bed."

Minerva growled. "With pleasure." She guided Hermione around until the brunette's legs hit the bed then she gently pushed her onto the mattress. Grinning wickedly, she hooked her fingers into the elastic of Hermione's crimson thong. "May I?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes at the question and Minerva's attempt at humor. A wave of warmth washed over her when Minerva chuckled.

"Impatient, are we?" Minerva slid the lace all the way down tanned smooth legs, then motioned for Hermione to scoot up, allowing her space to join her. She shimmied out of the last article of clothing between then, then climbed onto the bed to lay between Hermione's legs.

A moan escaped both sets of lips as their bodies touched, warn centers sliding against each other.

Hermione slid her fingers into ebony hair and pulled Minerva down for a kiss, relishing in the way her skin felt as if it were in fire where it touched the older woman.

They kissed until they couldn't breathe, then Minerva left luscious lips to blaze a trail further down. She started with Hermione neck, intent on spending extra time finding any spot that would cause the younger woman to moan. Coming to the pulse point at the juncture of neck and shoulder, Minerva sucked hard before sinking her teeth into flesh.

Hermione cried out and bucked against Minerva. She gripped the other woman's hips to hold her close as she began a steady rhythm, thrusting her center into Minerva's.

Minerva moaned into Hermione's ear. "You feel amazing." She intertwined her fingers with Hermione's and pulled her hands away. Then she continued south, licking and nipping until she reached her first goal. Tentatively, she flicked her tongue across a nipple that was already hardening, fascinated by how it continued to tighten under her attentions. Emboldened, her mouth descended and took in as much delicious flesh as it could while a hand raised to the other breast to ensure it was not left out.

"Oh, Minerva." Hermione said breathlessly as her back arched off the bed, offering her lover all of her body. "Please."

Minerva groaned at the sound of her name on Hermione's lips. If she was lucky, she would have another chance at making Hermione cum solely from the attention she would lavish on her breasts, but it was obvious that now was not the time. She let the nipple go with a soft pop and continued her downward journey. She looked up once she had settled herself between Hermione's thighs and her breath caught at how beautiful the woman was. Catching Hermione's gaze, she grinned wickedly before dipping her head.

Hermione's hips bucked again as Minerva's strong tongue slid through her slick folds in one long motion. She felt Minerva's arms snake beneath her legs and then encircle them to keep her still. Then Minerva began to thrust her tongue inside of her and she lost all coherent thought.

The sounds coming from Hermione spurred Minerva on, giving her courage. She enthusiastically thrusted into Hermione, not able to get enough of her taste. Feeling confident, she released one of Hermione's legs and positioned a finger at her entrance. Slowly, Minerva penetrated her while she licked farther up, concentrating on the swollen bundle of nerves. Another glance above caused her to falter momentarily.

Hermione was breathtaking. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed as she panted in need. Her chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace and her entire body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Both of her hands were fisted in the sheets as she tried to refrain from burying them in Minerva's hair to pull her closer.

Minerva hummed in appreciation at the sight, eliciting a loud gasp from Hermione's parted lips. The dark-haired beauty began her onslaught anew, enjoying the challenge of finding what spots would make her lover scream.

It didn't take long.

"Oh! Minerva!" Hermione shouted as Minerva added a second finger and began curling then with each inward thrust, perfectly hitting that amazing spot within. She couldn't help herself and her hands found their way into ebony tresses, holding that talented tongue where she wanted it.

Minerva growled at the forcefulness, incredibly aroused. Not many if her lovers had been this passionate. She thrust with renewed vigor until she could feel smooth walls contracting around her long digits. One more swipe of her tongue, traversing the entire length of Hermione's center and then she gathered the entire awaiting clit clit into her mouth, sucked hard, and then lightly scraped her teeth against it.

This threw Hermione over the edge and she came hard, screaming Minerva's name as her fingers spasmed in her lover's hair.

Minerva continued licking until Hermione's grip loosened on both her fingers and her hair. Smiling smugly, she slid up Hermione's body to lay beside her.

Hermione immediately rolled towards Minerva and kissed her soundly. "That was incredible." She smiled serenely. "I do hope to experience that again sometime."

Minerva's smile turned mischievous. "I'm ready when you are."

Hermione laughed. "Not now! You have to give me time to recover! Besides, I can't let you have all the fun."

Minerva's heart skipped a beat at the going in Hermione's eyes. "Oh? And you don't think whatever you have planned for me will be fun for me?"

Hermione chuckled. "I certainly hope so." While she spoke, she let her hands roam over Minerva's torso, familiarizing herself with every dip and curve. Her ministrations quickly had the older woman gasping in pleasure and it was doing wonderful things to Hermione. "You are so sexy." Before Minerva could respond, Hermione's mouth descended on hers.

She didn't try to speak again, instead content to allow Hermione to kiss every inch if skin she came into contact with. When hot lips covered an erect nipple, Minerva couldn't stay silent. "Unh, Hermione."

The young brunette grinned around the pebble if flesh between her lips as she locked eyes with Minerva, drowning in emerald pools. She grazed her teeth against it and the effect was instantaneous. Minerva slammed her head back into the pillow and moaned loudly. Hermione turned her attention to Minerva's other breast and sucked the nipple into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue rhythmically and occasionally lightly biting down.

Minerva was sure she had died. Never before had anyone spent so much of their time lavishing attention in her body. She knew that there were spots Hermione missed, but she had no doubt that with time she would find then. Thoughts rushed away as strong hands gripped her thighs and pushed then apart. She shouted as Hermione's tongue immediately thrust into her core.

Hermione moaned loudly as her senses were overwhelmed. The woman writhing underneath her was absolutely intoxicating. She smelled amazing, tasted delicious, and Hermione thought she could listen to the sounds coming out of the Scottish woman's mouth forever. She began alternating between thrusting in and out if Minerva's slick hole and circling her clit with her tongue, never quite making direct contact.

Minerva thrusted impatiently, loving the way everything felt, but desperate for more. "Hermione, please." Minerva practically begged.

Hermione hummed her acknowledgement. Immediately she focused her attention on the sensitive bundle of nerves and gathered it and the surrounding folds into her mouth before bobbing her head up and down, occasionally grazing her teeth across the top.

Minerva screamed her completion and Hermione let go of her thighs so she could clamp then around the young woman's head. Slowly, her legs relaxed and she let them fall from Hermione's shoulders.

Hermione kissed her way up the well loved body below her until she reached a comfortable position where she could lay her head on Minerva's chest.

"Talk about amazing." Minerva rumbled as she carded her fingers through Hermione's hair.

Hermione smiled drowsily. "I concur."

Minerva chuckled and they both fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

AN: Witchy Woman by The Eagles