AN: Thanks for the lovely reviews. You keep this old Tiger's Tale moving on... :) As always, for Butterfly. This chapter is rated very "M".
PILLOW TALK
Hermione giggled as Minerva reached for her saying in a deep growl, "Come here to me." She sashayed over to her older lover, making sure to add just enough sway to her curvacious hips. Minerva's emerald eyes darkened. Her arousal intensifying. Growling, she pulled Hermione against her. The younger witch wrapped her arms around her lover. One hand at Minerva's neck, the other drifting over Minerva's compact, but nicely muscled backside. "I love your butt." Hermione said squeezing slightly. Minerva lowered her lips to her lover's whispering, "My butt loves you." Their lips met in a passionate haze of dueling tongues, little nips and tenderness. Minerva's mouth moved to the side of her lover's neck. Licking and sucking that one special spot that drove Hermione wild.
Moaning, Hermione's hands found their way to the buttons on Minerva's tartan print flannel shirt. One by one she slowly unfastened them, kissing Minerva's silky smooth skin as it was revealed to her.
Hermione felt her purse being pulled over her shoulder. She stepped away from her lover and finished pulling the bag off. Tossing it to a nearby chair, she also removed her jacket. Minerva remained where she was watching her young love. Her shirt open to the waist, exposing her crisp white bra. Nestled in the valley of Minerva's cleavage was the two golden hearts on a gold chain that Hermione had given her for their first Christmas together. She never took it off.
Hermione turned to see her older lover still standing where she'd left her; her exposed chest rising and falling with Minerva's rapid breathing. Looking so bloody sexy with her shirt all open. "God you are gorgeous." She muttered, lifting her t-shirt over her head. She tossed the shirt in the chair with her other items and moved back to her lover. "Like what you see?" She asked saucily. Minerva's response was to pull her back into a tight embrace and kiss her fiercely. Hermione moaned at the contact. She could feel her nipples tightening and her center heating up. "Ohhhhh." Was all she could utter has Minerva's skilled lips pulled another passionate exchange from her.
Hermione began kissing her way down Minerva's neck to her collarbone. She reached down to Minerva's waist and pulled the shirt out of her khaki trousers. Pulling the shirt away from her older lover's creamy shoulders, she tossed it towards the chair. It missed and landed on the floor. Neither witch cared. Minerva felt wet kisses on her chest, over her scars and down to her bra clad breasts. Hermione's hot mouth fastened on the hard nub protruding against the white fabric and delicately bit down. "Uuhhhhhh... oh 'Mione." Came the rumbled response from her lover that she wanted. Hermione brought her hands up Minerva's back to the clasp on her bra. Unfastening it, she pulled it from her lover's body marveling at the beautiful full breasts exposed to her.
Minerva was on fire. Hermione was so bloody sexy and aggressive. It was maddening. She felt those lucious plump lips latch themselves to her left nipple and the madness intensified. "Ohhhhh... Merlin that's nice." She mumbled feeling fingers unfastening her trousers. Hermione opened Minerva's trousers and slid them over her nicely curved hips. Hermione stroked the soft skin covering Minerva's rock hard abs. Her finger drifted to the top of Minerva's knickers. Slowly she pulled them down, just enough to see the ebony hairs on her lover's mound. Minerva was wet. She was drenched. She wanted Hermione. "Kitten?" She whispered, caressing her young love's burning cheek. Deep brown eyes gazed up at her. "Can we move to the bed? I fear my legs won't hold me up much longer." Grinning, Hermione turned to the king sized four poster bed. "Perfect." She whispered reaching around her back to unfasten her bra. She felt her lover's fingers already at work on the clasp. As her magnificent breasts were released, she felt two hands cupping them from behind. Nimble fingers gently rubbed over her coral colored nubs, hardening as her arousal deepened. "Ohhhh Min..." She moaned laying her head on her lover's shoulder. She felt her hair moved to the side and soft kisses planted on the back of her neck. Slowly the witches moved to the bed. Hermione's knees bumped against the mattress and she fell forward, head, shoulders and torso on the bed. Backside in the air, legs on the floor. She remained like that waiting to see what her lover would do. Minerva didn't disappoint. Hermione felt her lover thrust against her backside and then begin to grind against her. "Ohhh that's my randy witch..." She cooed with pleasure.
Minerva stepped away from Hermione and pulled her trousers and knickers completely off. Shoes and stockings too. Hermione had turned her head as it rested on the bed and was staring at her with darkened mocha eyes filled with raw lust. Wiggling her hips she said in a low, sexy tone, "Take mine off too." Minerva, already randy as all bloody hell, felt her blood burn. She moved back up to her lover and quickly removed her lover's tennis shoes. Then reached around her lover's front to unfasten her jeans. Sliding them over Hermione's rounded backside, Minerva paused and placed a wet kiss against her lover's left hip. She then gently tugged Hermione's red silk knickers down with her jeans. Slipping off the bed, the young witch stepped out of her remaining clothing. There were no more barriers between the lovers. Minerva gently pushed Hermione onto the bed and watched as the young witch scooted to the center. Hermione ran a hand up her inner thigh, over her flat stomach and up to her breast where she circled the nipple with her fingers. Minerva gasped as she watched Hermione stimulating herself. The younger witch knew exactly what she was doing as she saw Minerva's eyes blacken completely.
"Oh Merlin." Minerva whispered as Hermione spread her legs exposing her glistening arousal to her lover. "I need you." She moaned beckoning Minerva to her. Minerva swallowed, her breathing erratic. Climbing onto the bed, she moved on top of her lover. Hermione maneuvered her body so that Minerva slid into the cradle of her hips. She wrapped her legs around her older lover's hips and squeezed, locking their sexes together. Both of them moaned at the intense contact. "I love you." Minerva groaned leaning down to feast on Hermione's lucious lips.
Their movements became a ballet arms and legs, of skin, of sound and touch. Of pleasure, of joy, of a bond that was strengthening. A connection that would someday bind them together... forever.
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Minerva arched her back, roaring out her pleasure as she climaxed under Hermione's talented tongue. Suspended between hither and yon Minerva could only ride out the intense wave of pleasure coursing through her heated body. "Oh...oh..Kitten, Kit.. ten.." She breathed, panting. Her slim, athletic body was covered with perspiration and other fluids... some her's, some Hermione's. The younger witch, grinned in satisfaction. There was always a niggling little doubt in the back of her mind that she would never be able to please Minerva sexually. She knew it was a neurotic fear, completely unfounded especially listening to her lover just now, but there none the less.
She leaned forward and crossed her arms over Minerva's lower abdomen and rested her head on her hands. "Was it good?" She whispered, her chocolate eyes peering up at her lover intensely. Minerva smiled at the shyness still evident in Hermione. Even after all this time. She ran an elegant hand through her young lover's unruly mane, "You always please me love." She answered, looking down at the beautiful witch resting her head on her belly. She felt so peaceful and content. Like this was how it was supposed to be. Hermione's eyes however reflected her uncertainty about her prowess as Minerva's lover. "Sweetheart, what bothers you so?" She caressed her young lover's face. Hermione sighed, "Just stupid fears." She turned her head to the side. Minerva gently turned her head back, "What fears?" Hermione shook her head... "I..just.." Frustrated, she gave her lover a piercing stare, "Do I please you like your other lovers did?" Minerva's eyebrows climbed up her forehead. She raised herself off the pillows on her elbows. Looking down at the beautiful young witch nestled so comfortably between her long legs, she frowned, and said, "Where is this coming from? I've said it before, no one pleases me as well as you. No one ever has!" She was emphatic. She needed Hermione to believe her. She didn't want these fears to color how Hermione acted around her. "Kitten, I love you... Anything that happened in the past is just that... past." Hermione stared at her hopefully. "Yeah?" Minerva's gaze softened, "Oh sweetheart, you're the one I've been searching for... Don't you realize that?" Hermione's eyes glistened with tears, "I guess I just needed to hear that from you." She whispered. Minerva gently wiped away her lover's tears, "I should've told you that a long time ago... I just thought you knew." Minerva whispered regretfully.
Hermione moved up Minerva's body and snuggled herself into her lover's side. She felt strong arms wrap themselves around her. Holding her tight. Hermione reveled in Minerva's physical strength, at her well defined musculature. "You are so well built." She commented, kissing Minerva's neck. Hermione felt Minerva's chuckle vibrating under her lips as she continued to kiss and suckle. "I played Quiddich for nearly all my life. That and my cat form keeps me in shape." Minerva responded, lightly caressing Hermione's back. The sensation causing goosebumps to form on the young witch's skin. Shivering slightly, Hermione pressed a kiss to her lover's lips, "You're also the sexiest witch I have ever met." Minerva let out a loud laugh, "As long as you continue to think that, we'll be just fine." Hermione giggled, "Well, you are..." She poked the older witch in the ribs. Minerva poked her in the belly. Laughing Hermione pulled all of Minerva's hair forward and proceeded to drop it in her face. Sputtering Minerva rose up and onto Hermione. "Oh want to play eh? She leaned down and pressed her mouth to Hermione's belly and blew. The sound that reverberated throughout the room sounded like a Hippogriff breaking wind... THHHHHHHRRRAAACKK!! Hermione cackled hysterically while Minerva snorted and did it again... TTHHHHRRRAACCKKK!!
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Outside the bedroom, Izer and his wife, Livvy were gathering up the paintings resting by the wall. "The Mistress is not wantin' any peekin' to be done on her and the Miss." He commented, shrinking the paintings to a more manageable size. Livvy, dressed in a tartan towel fashioned into a dress, nodded. She opened the bag she'd brought with her and Izer dropped the paintings inside.
Raucous giggling and hysterical laughter floated out the door to the elves large ears. Smiling brightly, Izer looked at his wife. "The Mistress is happy she is. The Miss gives good in-outie." Livvy squeaked her laughter. "I's thinks small ones comes soon?" Izer grinned, "We's be seein'" Another set of laughter could be heard, this was definately Hermione. Livvy smiled, "The Miss is good for the Mistress." Izer nodded. "She keeps the Mistress heady and young." Together the two elves headed back to the kitchens with this latest bit of news.
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Hermione straddled her lover, gazing down into sparkling mischievious emerald eyes. "You are so ornery!" Hermione giggled. Two elegant hands, with long slender fingers skittered up her sides, tickling her. Hermione burst into laughter as she curled herself on top of Minerva, "Stop... ha-ha.. oh Min...ah ha-ha-hee... stop.." Minerva's hands moved from Hermione's sides to her breasts. Spreading her fingers she latched on. Hermione's offering was a bit more than a single hand full for Minerva. "Damn Hermione, you are blessed!" The lewdness in Minerva's tone brought Hermione's eyes to Minerva's breasts. Spreading her hands, she latched onto Minerva's offerings. "So are you." She said with a wicked grin. Minerva chuckled, "Oh right. That's like comparing a foothill to Mount Everest!" Hermione gaped at her woman, "You are soooo bad!" Minerva's hands left her lover's breasts and rested them on Hermione's hips. Thrusting her own hips, she moved Hermione forward and straight down into a searing kiss. "I'll show you just how bad." Minerva mumbled as lips and tongues reacquainted themselves with each other.
Still kissing, Minerva rolled Hermione to her side. She pulled the younger witch's leg up and over her hip, then reached down to Hermione's well trimmed chestnut curls. Gently she scratched her fingers through the soft hairs. Her fingers traced Hermione's crease with deliberate slowness. The young witch moaned and thrust her hips into Minerva's hand. "Shhh, we'll get there Kitten." Minerva cooed softly. She placed wet kisses against Hermione's pulse point. Then leaned in and sucked the skin.. hard... marking Hermione as her's. Sliding her fingers between her young lover's folds, Minerva was met with Hermione's wetness. The young witch was severely aroused. "Ohhh Sweetie, I'll take care of that for you." Minerva murmured into her lover's hair as she slipped two fingers into her love.
"Ohhhhhhh." Hermione moaned, thrashing her head side to side. Minerva pumped her fingers steadily into her lover. She reached deeper, finding places that drove her young love to distraction. "OOOOOOHHHHH!" Hermione screamed as she came, clamping down on Minerva's fingers with almost bruising force. The older witch whispered soft words of comfort in Hermione's ear as she came down. Gradually her internal muscles relaxed and Minerva was able to gently remove her fingers. She brought them to her mouth and licked them clean. Seeing this, Hermione groaned, "God you are so erotic."
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The lovers reclined on the pillows facing one another. Minerva grinned, "I think you are the erotic one." Referring to Hermione's earlier statement. Hermione smiled, "Why do you say that?" Minerva sighed, she ran her hand through her mussed hair and replied, " Up till you, I never wanted sex as much as I do with you. I never had such a satisfying experience as I do when I am with you... never. When I am with you, I feel like I am a walking hormone!" Hermione's eyes glowed as she heard her lover's confession. She nodded, urging Minerva to continue. Minerva snorted, "It's not that I am some kind of Romeo or anything... I had some flings when I was younger.. playing quiddich and all..." Hermione grinned, "Did you have groupies?" Minerva looked at her mystified, "Groupies?" Hermione shook her head, "Sorry, muggle term... uh.. fans! Did you have fans?" Realization suddenly dawned across Minerva's beautiful face, "Ah, I understand... yes, I had fans. Male and female." Hermione poked her lover, "You WERE a Romeo!" Minerva shook her head vigorously, "No! No I wasn't... I had admirers and such... uh groupies? But no one I had a serious relationship with..." She trailed off seeing the leer Hermione was giving her, "What?" Hermione grinned, "But you DID sleep with some of them didn't you?" Minerva blushed deeply, "One or two..." She mumbled. Hermione giggled, "I knew it!" Minerva shook her head again, "Never anything that meant anything... it was just sex..." Hermione frowned, "Are we just sex? Is that why you haven't asked me for a deeper commitment?" She looked like she was on the verge of tears.
Minerva sat up. This was serious and she needed to do some real damage control. Gently she reached out to stroke her lover's cheek. "This is NOT just sex for me." Hermione sat up too. She hadn't realized until this very moment how much this issue bothered her. She took a deep breath to try and calm down. "Then what is our relationship to you?" Hermione queried anxiously. Minerva reached both hands to cup Hermione's cheeks, "This is LIFE to me. You are my partner Hermione." A single tear trickled down the younger witch's soft cheek as she wrapped her arms around Minerva, "I love you so much... I want to be with you always..." Minerva gently kissed her lover's lips, "I want to be with you always as well..." Drawing another deep breath, Hermione asked, "Then why haven't you proposed?" Minerva smiled as she answered, "Because when I do, I want it to be special." She kissed Hermione again and added, "Just like when we made your first time special at Grimmauld Place." Hermione nodded and returned her lover's kiss with one equally passionate.
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There was a crack resounding throughout their bedroom startling the lovers. Standing in the center of the room with his claws over his eyes was Izer. "I's not peekin'... I just brings the Mistress and the Miss something to eats." With that said, he turned around and snapped his fingers. A table laden with all sorts of good things to eat appeared. Both witches rose to see what was available. Izer turned around. Seeing his naked Mistress and her equally naked Miss caused him to blush deeply. "I's so so so.. sorry.. oh goodness!" He raised his hands to his eyes and promptly fainted. Minerva raised an eyebrow as she moved to the large wardrobe on the far wall. Opening it, she reached in and pulled out two robes. One a tartan print, the other made of green silk. Donning the tartan, she passed the silk robe to Hermione and said, "Look what you did to my poor elf!" Hermione pulled the silky robe on and groused, "He saw more of you than me!" Minerva snorted, "Hmmmf!" Then she closed her eyes and called, "Livvy!" Seconds later, Izer's wife appeared. Seeing her unconscious husband on the floor she warbled, "Oh graciousness did Izer do bad?" Hermione approached the tiny creature. Kneeling, she brought herself eyeball to eyeball with the female elf. "No, he just got quite an eye full when he popped in here." Livvy's small mouth fell open, "Saucy elf!" She scolded her unconscious husband. "Yous just wanting peekings at the Mistress and the Miss's in-outie!" With that, she leaned down, grabbed her husband by the ear and promptly popped out of sight.
Hermione and Minerva looked at each other and muttered, "In-outie?"
-to be continued
AN: Kudoes to Ms.Figg for coining the elf phrase "in-outie". It's just too cute not to work in somehow. LOL.