Written In The Body
Poetheather
A/N: Happy 34th Birthday to the star of our show! I hope you all enjoy her present.
Still not JKR.
Hermione Jean Granger's Special and Amazing Happy Birthday Spectacular Spectacular!
Ginny walked with Hermione into their shared bedroom after dinner. Hermione had so not wanted to sit downstairs and be sociable with anyone tonight; instead preferring to go upstairs and cuddle with Ginny, maybe even read something depending on things. Being mentally tired she might not even get that far. She reached the Lion carving at the top of the stairs and she leaned in, saying quietly "Nargles."
With a giggle that she barely tried to mask, Ginny said, "I never get tired of hearing you say that. It really is just cute you know."
Smirking a touch, Hermione shook her head slightly and said, "I told you no one would ever guess it if they thought they knew me. Well, Luna might because Luna but other than her, no one would figure it out. I figured if anyone tried to get in they would go with obscure names of things in Latin or Greek, things that people would most expect out of me and to be honest that was my first impulse but I remembered something Remus said in one of his early Journals. That helped me think of something outside the box. I figured that you can't get more secure than to do something no one connects to you."
"Like I said, I just think you're adorable when you talk about Luna's imaginary creatures like that," said Ginny as an aside while she was kicking off her shoes by the dresser.
Hermione bit her bottom lip as she looked somewhat thoughtful. She turned to face Ginny from where she was standing by the desk. "See… I'm not sure anymore that they are imaginary."
Ginny's head snapped around so fast that Hermione was afraid that she may have hurt something. Her fiancée stared at Hermione oddly, her eyes moving about as if trying to figure out what might be off. She spoke slowly, "Did you bang your head on something?"
"No, it's just that her use of the creatures has been so consistent, so precise the whole time I've known her that it makes me wonder. Delusions always break down under the weight of details, all the research shows that. Luna's Nargles and Wrackspurts especially seem to have some sort of substance however I'm not exactly sure what. They have far too… precise an existence." Hermione frowned towards the end. This was a puzzle that did occasionally plague her and she really wanted answers and proof. It was difficult to take something like that purely on faith, even though Simon had made an excellent point on that issue when dealing with non-magical animals.
"Who are you and what have you done with my fiancée?" asked Ginny, her eyes bright with amusement.
"Har har. No, I'm serious Gin, there has to be something there," protested Hermione, as she turned to drape her coat over the back of the desk chair. It had been needed a few times that day.
Ginny walked up and pulled Hermione backwards into her arms. Resting her chin on a shoulder the girl said, "That's fine Kitten, I believe you. Now you are entirely too tense for your own good. I believe someone mentioned something earlier about taking a bath?"
Hermione turned her head slightly so she could catch Ginny's eyes. Those brown eyes were filled with something that she tried to make sense of. She raised an eyebrow in question and said, "You just want me naked and wet."
"I thought my Otter liked playing that way," teased Ginny, hugging her gently. "Was I mistaken?"
A faint touch of color graced Hermione's cheeks and she had to look away before replying, "Well, no, you were not mistaken."
"Then perhaps we should take this somewhere more… damp?" Ginny purred out seductively.
Hermione snerked and shook her head. There were just some times when she was a bit disturbed by the woman she loved. "Oh Merlin Ginevra, that was terrible."
"Would moist have been a better word choice?"
"Prat!" Hermione smacked her lightly on the arm. Really.
"Yes, but I'm your prat." purred Ginny, leaning in to kiss Hermione on her neck, leaving her lips there long enough to draw a sigh from the brunette.
"That was nice," said Hermione a bit dreamily.
"Come on 'mione, it's time for that bath." Ginny let go of her, moved around, and took her hand, leading her towards the bathroom. The excited and playful smile just grew as they got closer.
Once in the room, Ginny started the water and adjusted the water temperature until it was just right. Lighting a few candles with flicks of her wand she quickly turned her attention back to her bushy haired lover. Ginny closed the distance between them with a few steps with a suggestive smile playing across her lips. With a gentle brush of her hand across Hermione's face, she cupped her cheek, leaned in, and kissed her softly with more love than passion. Their mouths opened softly and tongues caressed each other, moans vibrating in each other's mouths. Ginny broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes, thumb brushing her cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too, Gin," said Hermione, her voice starting to grow a little husky as her desire was growing in anticipation. This was exactly what she needed. Ginny always did take such good care of her.
"Let me help you get ready for the bath." Ginny gave her this grin that would not have been out of place on George or even Fred back before.
Her only response was to nod.
Ginny pulled Hermione's jumper over her head and then smirked as she loosened her fiancée's tie, sliding it from around her neck slowly. The feel of it being pulled like that felt good to Hermione. The redhead reached out and then button by button undid her blouse, bending down to kiss each little bit of exposed skin, a few quivers making her smile. Once the blouse was undone and pulled from Hermione's skirt, it was shrugged from her shoulders to spill to the floor. Dropping to her knees before her, Ginny kissed Hermione's exposed belly several times as she reached around and unzipped the uniform skirt. When it fell to the floor, bunching slightly against Ginny the redhead's lips moved lower as her hands took hold of the tights and worked them down Hermione's legs, enjoying the little shimmy to get them free from where they were pressed up tight against her.
Stepping free from the tights, she shuddered as Ginny's hands slid up the back of her legs as she got to her feet, coming to rest on her ass, squeezing some as she leaned in to kiss her. The kiss grew more heated, and the pleasurable sounds they made filled the bathroom, the tile reflecting the sound making it louder. The sound only made things better as far as she was concerned. Hermione's bra came free as hands drifted higher, fingers trailing lightly over the smooth muscles of her back.
Gasping slightly as Ginny stepped back, Hermione watched her lustily as Ginny undressed for her, not quite a strip tease yet not exactly tossing her clothes off in a frenzy. There was a luxurious purpose behind it that made Hermione want her more. Each new bit of exposed flesh just made her mouth water with her lust. Kicking her panties off towards the pile of their clothes, Ginny sauntered back over to her and tugged at the last remaining bit of fabric on her body. "I do believe someone isn't quite ready for the bath yet."
Hermione glared a little at her for the continued teasing. Knowing it wouldn't do any good, Hermione took her knickers off, feeling the damp crotch pulling away from her skin. Ginny had gotten her wet so quickly that it was a magic all its own. She was surprised that she wasn't wetter than she already was. With a few words or a touch Ginny could send Hermione's libido into overdrive and that was something she so loved. Right now, all she wanted was her Vixen and the taste of her.
Ginny stepped into the bath, stretching a hand out, "Shall we?"
"I do like this idea Vixy," commented Hermione, with her love overflowing in her words.
"An otter enjoying playing in the water, who knew?" tossed off Ginny with a smirk.
"Prat."
"And proud of it. Now get in here and lie down." Ginny gave her a glare which had Hermione moving to join her in the water.
Once Hermione settled into the hot water, lying back against Ginny, her muscles already starting to relax, she said, "You know, there's no reason to sound like your mother."
She yelped and jerked to the side as Ginny pinched her. "There is no call for that Kitten!"
Hermione giggled a little and just let things go, allowing her weight fall against Ginny with a sigh of contentment. Ginny ran her hands around Hermione's belly holding her close against her and the brunette turned her head slightly in question.
Ginny leaned forward and rested her forehead against Hermione's head, saying, "What? I believe we started something a while ago and we never quite finished. I figured that since you were going to do that to help with my stress and discomfort that perhaps I could return the favor?"
Hermione was enjoying the warmth, both from the water and from the feel of Ginny's body and sighed, "Sure, that sounds good."
Ginny chuckled a little to herself before lowering her head so she had access to Hermione's neck. Once there she began leaving kisses and small nips all up and down the skin. Stretching her neck to allow better access, Hermione made little pleasure filled sounds. This felt so lovely, "Oh Gin."
A hand slid up her belly to slide up the underside of her left breast to cup it fully. After a gentle but firm squeeze, Ginny's thumb moved across and brushed the tightened areola and then ran circles around her perky nipple. As it grew harder, Ginny helped it along with a bit on light pinching that got Hermione moaning some. It felt so good and her desire kept growing. Sliding the other hand up to the other breast, Ginny's hands worked on both of them in the same way while she kept kissing and sucking on her fiancée's neck. Hermione closed her eyes and just focused on the sensations.
Things built, with more tugging, pinching, and rolling of the nipples and larger bites along the neck and shoulder, making Hermione gasp in her desire. Ginny held the breasts squeezing them, playing them to raise her desire and then, slid one hand down her belly and into her pubic hair. Slithering one hand through the tangle of hair and into the top of her cleft, Ginny started rubbing small circles, slowly going lower until she found the nub of her clitoris. Hermione leaned her head back even more, feeling the strain and not caring as she groaned out happily, the wave of pleasure making her shake a little.
Grinding her hips against Ginny's hand, Hermione tried to get more contact, to get more pressure on her clit. She mewed happily as her fiancée obliged, moving her fingers faster, providing more pressure in just the right places. The girl's fingers had a knowledge only experience brought. Hermione's breath grew faster and faster, panting, shudders of pleasure riding her nerves like electricity, like… like the opposite of the Cruciatus, each moan dragged from her, each gasp in pleasure, each shudder at a finger traced sensually down her body working like a balm to her once ravaged nerves. Her breathing hitched, as the waves of desire grew, each roll of wave getting larger and larger, the speed of each flash of pleasurable lightning arcing through her body permitting her mere gasps of breath, sips of air as moans pushed air from her lungs, eyes unable to see anything, lids fluttering, hands grasping the edge of the tub, legs as wide as it would allow yet still give her the strength to push into those fingers, those fingers that never stopped, that never stopped, that switched from flicking to circling in a torturous attempt to keep her on the edge, her lip quivered, whimper of frustration breaking through, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, faint moisture that was felt with each squeeze of her eyes shut, the waves growing higher and higher, far beyond what Hermione thought she could endure, panting, gasping, twitching, to come crashing down on her with a scream, a thrust of her hips, and a grounding of energy as her body was pulled down by the undertow to drown in the pleasure. She lay there in Ginny's arms trembling, working to find her breath, the feel of the warm water returning to her perception.
"Oh Merlin Ginny… the things you do to me." The words were difficult to say, her throat scratchy and dry. She needed something to drink.
"You do the same to me Otter, I just thought we should finally play in the water." Ginny snickered slightly. "Seeing as I said no last time."
Hermione to feel a bit of strength return to her limbs even though they were still tingling and with great effort turned, "That was fun. Now I wouldn't mind getting out and continuing this on the bed. You do need to be rewarded for your excellent work."
"Well thank you my love. I'm sure to enjoy that." Ginny winked at her.
Hermione leaned in and kissed her, slipping her tongue between the redhead's lips with little difficulty. When she finally pulled away she smirked slightly and quipped, "Let's dry off and get in there so I can get you wet again."