This lemon got so lengthy, it got its own chapter. So, yeah. Lemon ahoy!
"So where on earth did Charlie Weasley learn how to make paella?" Hermione asked as they snuggled on the sofa, glasses of Mountain Moonstone Moonshine in hand.
"Well, where'd you learn how to make the best damned pie I've ever eaten?"
"I asked first." She playfully hit his shoulder.
"Well," he smiled and took a sip. "About nine or so years ago, I spent a few days on the Spanish reservation. They were hosting one of the most boring conferences I've had the pleasure of attending, one on the prime gut flora necessary for their teenage dragons' development. And after about an hour of that, I sort of split with one of the local dragon keepers."
"A witch?" Hermione asked, eyebrow raised.
"Well, not a wizard." Charlie smiled. "This girl was appalled that the only thing I knew how to cook was toast. And I'm not exaggerating. That was about all I could handle, having just left Mum's and never needing to know much more than that. So she sat me down and forced me to memorize this recipe." He paused, taking a sip of the moonshine. "And I haven't learned shite about cooking since."
"So you know how to make toast and paella," Hermione said.
"And tea," Charlie added, raising his glass like a toast before taking another swig.
"I'm sorry that I'm no help with that," Hermione said, laughing. "I've got some of your and my mums' classics under my belt—lasagna, beef stew, Shepherd's pie, green curry with rice and potstickers, shrimp scampi…" She looked at the fingers she'd been counting with. "And that's it, really."
Charlie snorted. "Why am I not surprised that Hermione Granger's version of not being able to cook includes pulling off a multi-ethnic menu of complex dishes?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Not compared to your mum. Or even Harry!"
He laughed, set down his glass and pulled her closer. "So who taught you how to bake a pie?"
"My mum," she said, resting her hand on his chest. "My parents are really into low-sugar desserts. And since fruit pies rely more on the fruit's sweetness than much else, she sort of mastered them over the years. She can craft these really lovely designs out of the pie dough, which I can't even do with magic. Leaves, berries, things like that. Her pies are almost too beautiful to eat."
"Mmm," Charlie said, his fingers grazing the edge of her breast. "I could say the same thing about you, you know."
"You know what I was thinking?" Hermione said, pushing forward to look at him.
"Hmm?"
"I think we should take it very slow tonight. The sex, I mean."
He frowned. "Has it not been to your liking?"
"Are you kidding? I've literally had more orgasms the last two days than my entire life." She smiled. "I love it. What we've been doing. It's just, well. I brought some massage oil."
"Oh?" He took the opportunity to unbutton her jeans and pushed his hand into her knickers.
"Yes," she gasped as he stroked her clit with the tip of his finger. "And I thought we could massage one another first." She let out a small moan. "And… and.. oh God. And I want to find out all your erogenous… ohh… zones."
"I think I've found one of yours," he chuckled into her ear.
She gave him a sideways glance. "Lazy arse. The clitoris is the most obvious of—" she stopped as she gasped again. She grabbed his hand and pulled it out of her jeans. "Anyway, I want to massage you first."
He winked at her. "Have at it, my lady," he said, gesturing to himself.
"Not here," she scoffed. "Take off all your clothes and get on the bed."
"Yes, Madame," he said, saluting her as he made his way to the room. She smiled as she followed him.
He flung off his shirt and wriggled out of both his trousers and boxers before she could even reach into her suitcase. She noted that he already had a massive erection, ensuring that this would be even more deliciously torturous than she'd planned.
She took off her own clothes until she wore only her bra and knickers. She held the bottle of oil as she climbed on the bed. "So this massage oil. It's got some potion ingredients that are supposed to relax just about every muscle." Every muscle except for the ones they'd need after the massages.
"Sounds good to me," he said, smiling.
She glanced at the giant, hard cock practically waving at her. No, this wouldn't do. Much too easy for her to slide over him, run the tip along her… no. "Turn over," she demanded. He chuckled as he obeyed.
This view of him was just as tantalizing—the flex of his firm arse, the cut of blade and muscle in his shoulders, the adorable dimples settled into his lower back, all covered with smacks of freckles. But at least the temptation of mounting him was out of the way.
She decided she may as well forgo all her clothing as well, and slipped off her remaining underthings. She rubbed a bit of the oil in her hands, warming it.
"What is taking so bloody long?" Charlie grumbled.
Hermione laughed. "My, you're grumpy, aren't you?"
"Just ready to fuck you through the mattress," he said, his voice still gruff.
"Well, calm down with that, then. It's going to be a while before we get to that part."
He groaned and she giggled at the sight of him fidgeting his hips, no doubt trying to move his cock into a less torturous position.
She straddled his hips and set to work on his shoulders, using the sides of her palms to slide over his muscles. She found a few knots to work through, and soon, she heard him sighing, his whole body sinking into the bed, the results of the oil working its magic. She moved down his back, and she felt him stiffen just a touch as she ran her thumbs on his hips.
"Did I mention this oil is edible?" she said, her voice cheery.
He groaned and shifted his hips again. She stifled her laugh and leaned down to lick one of his dimples. His breath hitched. She grazed her teeth along it, and there was an unmistakable, low moan that time.
"Charlie," she said. "I think I've found one of your erogenous zones."
"Fuck," was all he could say.
She massaged all the way down his legs, noting the spots where he tensed, realizing they were probably the most sensitive. She lowered her lips to the backs of his thighs, leaving open-mouthed kisses all along them. He didn't even try to muffle his moans.
She pushed herself to the side. "Turn over," she ordered.
He did, and she nearly gasped at how huge and veined his cock looked. Gods, she needed to hurry it up.
She straddled him again, keeping away from the appendage, and poured the oil on his chest. She rubbed it into his pectorals and abs, admiring how they now glinted in the low light of his room. She worked into this side of his arms, too, then deeply into his forearms and hands, knowing the muscles there were probably constantly sore from his work. Just as he started to relax, closing his eyes, she placed his finger into her mouth. He blinked his eyes open and as she slowly sucked.
"Bloody Merlin's fucking bloody hat, Hermione," he said, his voice rocky.
"Another erogenous zone," she shrugged as she shifted a little, lowering her mouth to his nipple. She felt him thrust up behind her as she licked, and then sucked, hard. "Fuck," he said, throwing his head back. "Fuck. Fuck." She repeated on the other side, and his curses got much more elaborate.
She lowered her body, letting his erection slide along her belly. He cursed some more as she carefully licked each side of the 'v' at his hips. He gasped as she finally grabbed his cock, sliding the oil over it. "Oh, gods," he whimpered. She licked the tip, swirling her tongue over it, and she knew he was trying as hard as he could to not pump into her mouth.
She took him deeper slowly, pausing at every half inch or so. He fisted the comforter of the bed when she lowered herself completely, the top of his cock at her throat. She moved up and down slowly, hallowing out her cheeks to enhance the suction. He was so quiet, she wondered if it was alright, but when she glanced up, she saw his head thrown back, his eyebrows tensed up, eyes closed, breath fast. Seems like it's good for him, she chuckled, and the vibrations of her voice made him yelp.
"I'm gonna come," he warned after a few more minutes of vigorous sucking. She nodded and slammed into him harder and faster, cradling his sack.
He arched his back and yelled out when it happened, the hairs on his legs standing straight up. She gently slowed until he put his hands on her head, stopping her. She released him with a pop and swallowed.
She smiled as she watched his head drop back on the pillow. He seemed to want to say something, but nothing came out. He lifted his hand as though to touch her, but let it fall on the bed before long. He was like a mass of sculpted jelly.
Finally, he looked at her. "Your fucking turn, Granger," he growled.
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Hermione sighed deeply for what seemed like a millionth time. Charlie had already rubbed her entire backside to utter bliss. She was somewhat disappointed he hadn't tasted the oil, yet, but once the potions began to sink into her muscles, she realized she had nothing to complain about. The massage made her feel lighter than a pygmy puff- a state she could certainly get used to.
He roughly flipped her over so she was front-side-up. "You could've asked me to turn around," she laughed.
"I'm not a patient man," he shrugged, winking. He spilled some of the oil over her chest. She gasped when he ran his fingers over her breasts and up her chest. He leaned down and kissed both sides of her neck, causing goose bumps to form all over her upper body. Her nipples hardened as well, which didn't escape his attention. "Erogenous zone," he announced proudly, and she rolled her eyes.
"The neck is so obvious," she said.
"Bloody cheeky witch," he chuckled. "I'm going to make you pay for that." His eyes twinkled.
"Well, I certainly hope you put a little more effort into payback than into finding all my zones."
He grinned wildly, causing her stomach to flip. "I'm going to make you pay for that, too." He bent and licked her nipples achingly slow. She let out a series of gasps.
He licked his lips when he pushed up. "How did you know I'd like strawberries and cream?"
She shrugged and opened her mouth to respond, but at that moment he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, scraping with his teeth. She knew she was drenched between her legs already. When he repeated on the other side, she grabbed his hair and pulled, arching her chest into his mouth deeper.
"Nipples are obvious, too," she gasped when he released her.
"What about here?" he said, lifting her breast. He slid his lips on the sensitive skin under it, and she gasped.
"That's—" she whispered. "That's—oh, gods—"
He was now sucking, leaving what she was certain would be a decent-sized hickey before they were through. "Fuck," she hissed. He licked his way over to her other breast, repeating the motion. By now, she was hoping she hadn't soaked the bed.
He settled his mouth on the space between her breasts, sucking there. She could only let out a series of whimpers as he lapped at this erogenous zone, one she never realized she had. When he lifted his mouth, she gazed down at his smirk. "Better." It was the only word she could manage to say.
He reached down and threw her legs open, giving her clit one hot, slow lick. She jerked her hips up and moaned loudly.
"Calm down, love," he said, then nipped her belly, leaving a long series of kisses from hip to hip.
"Fuck, Charlie," Hermione said, her clit aching for more attention. "Please," she added.
"Please, what?" he asked innocently before giving her hipbone a suck.
"Please lick me."
"You're going to have to be much more specific."
"My clit. Suck my clit, for fuck's s—" she finished her sentence with a moan as he wrapped his mouth around it, giving her several hearty sucks before releasing it once more. She moaned in frustration.
"I thought you said the clitoris was too obvious," he said, resting his head on her thigh.
"Not too obv—" she said, gasping. Then she smacked his head. "This is just payback, isn't it?"
He shifted his head so his lips just grazed her clit. "Yes," he said, flicking his tongue over it once, twice, three times.
"Charlie, I'm so close," she whined, thrusting her cunt to his mouth.
He chuckled and moved the scruff of his cheek over her. "As I recall, you like that, yeah?" She yelped and ground her pussy into his face more, screeching as she felt his beard scrape against everything. By now, she was hyperventilating.
"Please," she said, her voice shaking. He wrapped his mouth around her and slipped his hands under her arse, lifting her into his mouth in hard thrusts as he swirled his hot, went tongue on her.
She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. She could only curl her toes as wave after wave of agonizing pleasure came over her. She could feel her clit palpitating against his tongue. Finally, the last, strongest orgasm arrived, and she took a breath and screamed, pulling his face closer to her. When he pulled up, she thought she'd see a smug expression, but there was only lust. He climbed over her and, without hesitation, sank inside.
"Oh, gods," she moaned.
He groaned, pausing as her cunt as it continued to spasm all around him.
"Now I'm going to fuck you through the bed," he announced, and proceeded to do exactly that.
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Afterward, as they lay, limbs all tangled together, slick from oil and sweat, Charlie started running his fingers through her hair. "What happened between you and Ron?" he asked quietly.
She looked at him, startled. He stared back, his body lazy, his tone serious.
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Finally, she said, "I'm scared of everything, Charlie. Like I told you before. And Ron, he—he got tired of waiting for me to stop being afraid." It was the nicest way to say that Ron had decided that, after she postponed the wedding for the fourth time, she mustn't not really want to marry him. But she did. In theory. She had, a lifetime ago. If only the paralyzing fear weren't in the way.
Charlie pulled her close to him, so close they were almost nose-to-nose. "You don't have to be afraid of anything with me," he said, his voice soft and raw.
"I know," she whispered. And she rested her head on his arm as he wrapped the other one around her. He cut the lights with a wordless spell and they both drifted to sleep.
Thanks so much to Red Garden Gnome, xXMizz Alec VolturiXx, Discus17, Ren Mashiro, and lareepqg for all the meal suggestions! You guys are so awesome. I had a difficult time choosing one, but in the end, I went with Ren Mashiro's suggestion of paella- Ren said there'd have to be an interesting story behind it, and I sort of needed to find out what that story was. But I loved all the food you guys came up with, so much so that I figured out a way to include it in the story that was also true to the characters. I wish I could crowd source you all on ALL my writing projects! You're amazing!
So this is turning out to be a lot longer than I thought. Ah, well! I'll probably update again next weekend, when my husband can keep my toddler from trying to climb my shoulders and smash various objects at my head when I'm trying to write.
I hope you all enjoyed this lemony lemon! Even though we're nearing the end, there's at least two more lemons ahead- maybe more! I'll try to squeeze them in when I can, because I know I always appreciate it when I'm reading stories on here.
Have a great week!