Prompt: Insecurity

Title: Questions

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I´m just playing and enjoying with them.

A/N: My beta rocks ;)

Questions

The back of his head hurt from crying, and the dim light of today's dawn reflecting in his orange room wasn't helping at all. His left bicep ached from supporting Hermione's petite form on it during the night, but in exchange he'd enjoyed hours devouring her features and her half-clothed figure.

Her half-clothed figure. She was on her side, facing him, and he fantasized about opening her shirt, button by button, slide his wet lips over each of her tempting nipples, and then lower. And lower. And finally taste her.

Stop.

He knew he respected her.

She knew he loved her.

They both knew he wanted to rip her snickers in two and shag her breath out.

He didn't even have the tiniest idea of how to do that, or what her reaction could be if he made such a move. But all he'd wanted to do since the first moment she, all tears and sweet essence, whispered in his ear a few words of comfort and traced his neck with trembling fingers, was to haul her legs up against his waist and fuck her. And cherish her.

They had spent an overwhelming week sharing the same bed, the same air, and the same sorrow. And his cock craved for her warmth in the same intense way his whole being craved for her.

Would she think it was too soon?

No. Too soon would have been if he would have gripped her bum their third year, when her crushing hug had provoked the first public hard-on of his life.

Would she despite him for being such a randy git?

No. She already knew she made him horny as hell and, if he had to be honest, all those breathless noises and hips movements of hers during their snogging sessions weren't so proper-lady liked either.

Would she be pleased with his… er… performance?

Yes.

No.

Yes. He had learned something. He did have five older brothers after all.

Merlin. The excruciating stag of that pain again. He had four older brothers now, not five.

Would she reject him because of the present mourning circumstances?

Yes, very much so yes. Or at least that was a possibility. He felt as terrified of her rejection as exhilarated for the life she represented, for the life they would represent together clinging madly to each other and imposing a sensual rhythm to a world out of its logic axis.

He didn't need to keep wondering.

Her eyes suddenly opened and, after a few moments and countless hot kisses, Hermione turned into his arms and straddled his lap, grounding herself insistently over his shaft. Blushing beautifully, she reached for her wand and, locking eyes with him, cast a spell to fade the light from the room.

And he did taste all of her. And she did moan in pleasure. And he made the randiest noises a bloke could do when her tongue engulfed him doing wicked things.

And they both shagged their breath out.