A/n: Apologies about the delay, I haven't been very well, nothing major just under the weather. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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Chapter Twenty-Three
March 6th…
06:30 PM
Dread, fills the pit of her stomach making her nauseous, fidgeting with her scarf slung around her neck. She checks her mascara once more, worrying if she's managed to smudge it. So used to not wearing make-up, she keeps rubbing her face and cursing herself. Anxiously she checks the clock once more, walking through the space of the living room. For an hour she's been ready, waiting for the date to start.
Why is she so nervous? It's only Bellatrix, but this is different. This is them going out in public, what happens if Bellatrix changes her mind? What happens if reality dawns on her, maybe she's not ready to be out of the closet. What about me? Am I ready for something permanent? It's just a date.
Great, now she's lying to herself again. It's more than a date, this could make or break them. Going out in public as a romantic interest, sitting over a meal making small talk. What happens if they run out of things to say? What happens if people start staring? How will Bella react? She should cancel, it's too much, this is too much.
A small part of her is disappointed, but she hides it bravely behind a smile. Bellatrix had asked her to dress smart, Ginny had been put in charge of her selection of dresses. Had picked out an emerald green dress, which hugs her curves perfectly. Black jacket, the scarf she's ready, but mental she's flaking. She wants to run, she doesn't want to go to a stuffy restaurant and spend time chatting aimlessly as they stare at the menu at the cost of food.
She had hoped they would do something else, not a formal dinner, not some fancy restaurant. Maybe I should say something? No, how could she say something, to look ungrateful? Bellatrix has been nervous enough, how could she turn around and make demands?
It'll all be okay, she will have a lovely meal with Bellatrix and Hermione will plan the next date. Something adventurous, something to entertain the both of them. Smack, Ginny bats Hermione's hand away from Hermione's hair.
"Stop fiddling," Ginny orders smoothing out the bit of hair. "You know how long your hair took to organise."
"Sorry," Hermione mutters fisting her hands.
"Nervous?"
"That obvious?"
"It's Black," Ginny reassures. "I mean she's scary as hell and I'd hate to get on her bad side. If you mess up, you're on your own."
"That's not reassuring." Hermione murmurs.
"Sorry, what I'm trying to say is relax. You two have known each other for ages, you practically live together. It's Bellatrix."
"I know, I know."
Deep breaths, in and out. She hears the bell ring downstairs announcing Bella's arrival. Ginny squeezes Hermione's arm reassuringly.
"Tell her, I'll be down in a minute." Hermione states.
"Sure."
Patting her shoulder, Ginny heads to the stairs. Taking deep breaths, Hermione tries to regain some composure. Ginny's right, what happens if she screws this up? What happens if this all goes wrong? She was so concerned about Bella breaking her heart she hadn't considered the other option. What happens if she hurts Bella? Not only losing her best friend, and her confidant but creating an enemy. She couldn't have Bella as her enemy, she will have to move countries.
"Hermione's freaking out, she'll be down in a minute." She hears Ginny's voice loud and clear.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione gathers her clutch purse. The last thing Bellatrix needs to hear is Hermione having second thoughts. The only thing more nerve-wracking than the date is Bellatrix deciding to cancel. She's not sure she could survive that rejection.
Heels clicking she heads to the door swinging it open she collides with the witch on the other side. Hands landing on her hips securing her in place, the warmth is immediate, the reassurance.
"Hey," Bella breathes staring at her through thick eyelashes. "Coming to make sure you hadn't fled."
"Of course not," Hermione reassures.
Smiling, Bellatrix steps back allowing Hermione the opportunity to observe the witch. The long black coat disguises Bellatrix's attire, annoyed Hermione would have preferred to see the witch's attire. The urge to unbutton the long coat is overwhelming, but the dark eyes stop her.
Hungry, those eyes are scanning her from head to toe. Swallowing, Hermione unconsciously tugs the coat, the dress Ginny had selected shows a bit too much cleavage for Hermione's comfort. If she doesn't move this along there will be no dinner, Bella will be taking her dessert on the floor of the flat.
"You look stunning," Bella breathes gently brushing Hermione's hair behind her ear. "Beautiful."
"Thank you, what about you?" Hermione asks gently prodding the witch's coat. "You hiding from me?"
"It's a surprise." Bella winks turning on heels she leads them back down the stairs.
"A corset?"
The question makes Bella stumble on the last step turning to Hermione who smiles sweetly. Gosh, she could imagine Bellatrix in a corset, the idea fuels her imagination and creates heat between her legs.
"I do have one actually," Bella announces after a pause.
"Don't, don't tempt me," Hermione whispers.
Her hands slip around Bella's shoulders, using the last step as leverage, she angles the kiss, lips meeting. Heated, Bella's hands slide across her back dragging her close. Tongues mingling, the nip of her lip they break for air. The breath against her ear, the tug of her earlobe between white teeth.
"Bella," Hermione moans the name deep.
Her back hits the wall, Bellatrix manoeuvring them, trapping Hermione's smaller frame. Two strong fingers clutch her chin, tilting her head to meet the red lips, a groan escaping Hermione swallowed by a deep kiss.
Hooking her leg around the witch's waist, Hermione tugs them impossibly close, groaning as nails scrape along her thigh. The hand caresses her throat, the slightest squeeze makes Hermione break the kiss with a groan. Head thumping the wall as Bella drags lazy kisses across her throat.
"Ahem."
Freezing Bella's hands still, Hermione releases the dark witch's curls she glances over Bella's shoulder to Ginny standing arms folded in the doorway.
"Your make-up will be ruined," Ginny tuts. "Also, you'll be late for your reservation."
"Can't we just skip to dessert?" Hermione whines, the hand on her thigh tightening before slipping free.
Taking a deep breath, Bella releases Hermione, unhooking her leg Hermione removes the wrinkles from her dress. Hermione rolls her eyes at Ginny as she shakes her head in disappointment.
"You should know better," Ginny remarks a twinkle in her eye as Hermione walks past her.
"Oh, please," Hermione scoffs. "As though I didn't catch you and Harry in…"
"Alright, you said you never mention that again," Ginny hisses.
"Where did you catch them?" Bella asks holding Hermione's purse.
"Nowhere," Ginny interrupts. "Right, you kids have fun, don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"That's a very short list." Hermione comments exiting the shop.
"I want her back before midnight," Ginny warns Bellatrix.
"I don't think you'll want to be here when we get back," Bellatrix states offering her arm to Hermione. "If you catch my meaning."
Flushing red, Ginny watches them vanish Bellatrix apparating them away in a blink. The smile still on Hermione's face as they reappear in the dark, the cool night's air removing the flush from her chest. Zipping up her jacket she enjoys holding on to Bella's arm, the security.
A frown appears on her face as she realises they're standing in a park, ducks quacking in the local pond. No restaurant nearby, she wonders if it's an exclusive restaurant with a secret entrance.
"Where are we?" Hermione asks as she glances around looking for anything familiar. "Please don't tell me, we're duelling."
She shivers as Bella encases her from behind, hot breath against her ear. It's intoxicating being this close to the witch. The lips trailing her neck, it's as though a switch has been flicked on Bellatrix. The sexual tension over the last few months playing havoc on them.
"Now that's an idea." Bella murmurs.
A scream makes her jolt, and turning wide-eyed to the lights in the distance she frowns. Wait?
"Are we at a fair?" Hermione asks noticing the bright lights, the rides in the distance the smell of fresh doughnuts.
"At little birdie told me, you love fairs," Bellatrix declares with a grin. "Ta-dah!"
"I'm in a dress," Hermione protests. "Stilettos."
"Oh, I know," Bella purrs eyes sliding across Hermione's body.
"I can't ride with this dress,"
"Good job I brought this then," Bella grins pulling out a bag. "It's spare clothes, Ginny packed for you."
"Why," Hermione stutters shaking her head. "Why tell me to wear fancy clothes?"
"Eh, I wanted to see you in a dress," Bella shrugs. "Especially those heels."
"Bella?"
"What? As if you want to go to a stuffy restaurant? Unless you would like to because I can make that happen, or…" She holds the bag looking towards the fair.
"Give me that," Hermione mutters grabbing the bag. "Won't be a minute."
"Want a hand."
"Nope."
Mumbling under her breath, Hermione heads to the empty toilets and locks the door. Switching out of her dress, she steps into her navy blue jumpsuit and sneakers. She keeps the leather jacket and scarf, pausing in front of the mirror she smiles. Instantly feeling better at the change of clothes, since the fire she hasn't enjoyed dressing up.
Ignoring the smell of the toilets, she checks her hair and make-up, of course, Bella would conspire with Ginny to organise a date. She'll give Bella her due she hadn't seen this coming.
The door bangs loudly behind her as she exits the toilets, reprimanding herself. She knows better, Bella is unpredictable she shouldn't have fallen for the idea of a simple date.
Bella is trying to entice the ducks close, trying to bribe them with imaginary food. Smiling, Hermione pauses watching the witch trying to get the ducks to come to her, completely at ease and enjoying herself.
"You ready?" Hermione asks swinging the bag over her shoulder.
"Yep," Bella announces flipping the ducks off.
The long black coat is gone, leaving Bella in black striped trousers, low cut white top loose fitted jacket. Muggle, Bella looks so muggle, beautiful. A smile appears on the witch's face as she offers her arm for Hermione to take.
"Did you buy that outfit for this?" Hermione asks.
"Yes," Bella answers, guiding them to the fair. "Technically I sent Mercy with some money to buy something."
"Mercy has a great eye for detail." Hermione states eyes drawn to the cleavage on show.
"That she does," Bella nods drawing muggle money from her pocket as they head towards the entrance. "So, what is this all about?"
"You've never been to one before?" Hermione asks glancing at the rides.
"Nope, all Mercy said was that fairs are for muggle thrill seekers. Two entrance tickets." Bella states pausing by the young lad at the entrance.
"Ugh, yeah… here." Blushing, his eyes stray from Bella's chest to the rest of the witch before he hands the tickets over.
"Cheers," Hermione grabs the tickets dragging Bella along before she can curse the young lad for gawping.
"What?" Bella asks innocently.
"You can't blame him for staring," Hermione argues.
"Like what you see?"
"You have no idea, but unless you want to get thrown out for indecency, where do you want to go first?" Hermione asks as she hops on the spot staring around the fair.
"House of horrors?" Bella reads the name.
"Good shout,"
"No, I was just reading the sign…"
"Two please!" Hermione declares dragging Bella to the entrance. "Then we're going to the crazy cage."
08:27 PM
Candy floss in hand, Hermione navigates through the crowd as she sucks on her drink. She finds Bellatrix where she left her leaning heavily against a post inhaling deep breathes. Wincing at the brain freeze Hermione offers the witch the pink treat.
"What's this?" Bellatrix asks suspiciously.
"Candy floss." Hermione answers hiding her smile by taking another sip of her drink. "It's just sugar."
Cautious, Bella takes the treat staring at the red floss as though it were poison. Rolling her eyes, Hermione rips a piece off and eats it. Following the witch's actions, Bella rips a piece free nibbling at its eyes clouded with fear. An eyebrow raises as the witch dumps the piece in her mouth, humming to herself she breaks another piece off.
"Why… Why on earth would anyone subject themselves to that?" Bellatrix asks staring at the crazy cage as it spins.
"It's fun."
"That's not fun," angrily she rips more of the floss from the stick. "That's torture. How can you hate flying, but enjoy that?"
"I hate flying because I'm rubbish at it." Hermione shrug stirring her slushie. "That is in the hands of someone trained."
"Oh yes, I'm sure the seventeen year old knows exactly what he's doing," Bella remarks sarcastically. "What is this cloud of sweety goodness?"
"Good right?" Hermione chuckles.
"It's like a cloud," Bella murmurs to herself as she squidges a piece between her fingers. "A cloud of pure ecstasy."
"We should get a burger or something," Hermione states glancing at the queue.
"Why?" Bella asks. "Is there no more of this?"
"Oh there's loads, but you'll have a sugar rush."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, but you might feel as though you could ride the cage again."
The witch blanches at the idea, glancing at the ride. Taking the witch's hand, Hermione leads her to the queue for food, Bella's eyes falling to the candy floss hanging from the roof of the truck. Well at least Hermione learned something tonight, the great Bellatrix Black is scared of playground rides.
"We'll do something else next," Hermione reassures.
"What about that?" Bella says pointing to the ride nearby. "Looks like a flying saucer."
"The pendulum, yeah, we can do that one next."
"Oh no, that one looks fun. The one with the cage and two chairs looks easy enough."
"The slingshot?" Hermione asks, if Bella didn't enjoy the cage she won't enjoy the slingshot.
"Yeah, it looks fun."
"Okay." Shrugging, Hermione moves in the queue.
09:12 PM
"Not a word," Bella hisses.
Biting her lip, Hermione stays quiet listening to the witch heave in the toilets. In hindsight, Hermione should have explained the slingshot to Bellatrix before they sat down. In her defence, she thought Bellatrix had seen the ride in action.
Regardless, the face the witch pulled when they were thrown in the air, was worth every curse word. Emerging from the stall, Bella leans against the sink taking deep breaths.
"I don't think it was the ride," Hermione reassures. "I think it was the candy floss."
"Don't blame the cloud of joy," Bella warns.
"Well, you did eat four of them as well as a hot dog, chips, and fizzy drink…"
"You calling me fat?"
"No, it's just a lot of shitty food, it's probably not the rides."
"I was a bloody beater," Bella groans splashing water on her face. "A beater, I've ridden my broom faster than some of these rides and didn't even blink."
"It's different," Hermione reassures.
"Is it?"
"Yes,"
"Ugh, it feels like learning to apparate all over again… How are you still eating?"
"I love doughnuts," Hermione protests. "Want one?"
"No."
"Oh, sorry forgot." She smiles sheepishly at the disbelieving eyes.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?"
"Just a little," Hermione grins. "Breath mint?"
"Give me the pack,"
Snorting, Hermione hands the pack to the witch nearly dropping her doughnut as Bella draws her wand. Pointing the wand to her mouth, Bella cleans herself as Hermione turns her back to the witch. Ensuring to block the magic from any muggles who may wander into the toilets. A couple of teens bound into the toilets laughing, disappearing behind the stalls.
"Are you mad?" Hermione growls as Bella places her wand away, spitting the water into the sink.
"Just a smidge," Bella answers smelling her breath. "Ah, that's better."
"Fuck sake," Hermione grumbles leading the way out of the toilets.
She spots something, a smile forming on her lips, she grabs Bella's hand dragging the witch. Pausing in front of the game, she hands the note to the bored vendor lifting the gun from the table.
"What's this?" Bella asks studying the gun in Hermione's hand.
"Hit four targets you win something on this row, hit six targets you can pick something off this row. Hit all ten targets and one of these could be yours." He declares soulless eyes staring at the couple, a crooked smile. "Take your time love."
She can feel Bella breathing down her neck, the witch eyeing the gun with intrigue. Introducing Bella to guns is probably the worst thing she can do, but she wants to cheer the witch up. Hermione loads the gun, going slow so Bella can learn without having to ask, the reassuring hand on her hip. The appreciation from the witch for not having to be embarrassed in front of the vendor for not knowing how to load the gun.
Pop, pop. The gun pops, and she hits four targets fist pumping the air she lies the gun down. Bella's hands slip over the gun, caressing admiring the weapon, eyes alight.
"Anything from the bottom row," The man states.
"Oh, that please," Hermione demands pointing to the cheap slingshot, she'll let Bella play with it later.
"Great choice!" The monotone voice declares handing the price to Hermione. "Three tokens or a fiver love,"
"Here," Bella thrusts the note into the man's grubby hands.
"Change…"
Pop. Pop. Pop. Clink. Clink. Clink. It's mesmerising, the coins falling from the man's hand into Hermione all eyes on the little metal men. One by one they fall, each bullet hitting, not a single miss. A manic grin on Bella's face as the last one falls.
"Hah," Bella announces. "I'd prefer using my dagger, but that'll do."
"She's joking," Hermione reassures the vendor.
"Any from the top." He announces pulling the gun from Bella's grip.
"Oh, that one!"
Smiling, Hermione watches as the man hands the giant teddy to Bella. The witch proudly moves away from the concerned vendor.
"Look, it's a giant Crooks," Bella announces.
Marry her. Hermione shushes the voice in her mind, accepting the giant ginger cat teddy, she admires it. A look of concern flashes across Bella's face.
"You don't think he'll be jealous, do you?"
"No, he'll get over it," Hermione reassures handing her prize to the witch. "Here, you'll enjoy this."
"Oh, I can use this on Dolohov at work." Bella grins. "Oh, candy floss."
Groaning, Hermione watches the witch stride to the catering van ignoring the queue, she orders five of the candy floss. The man in the front nudges Bella as he orders the witch to join the end of the queue.
"Excuse me?" Bella demands turning her attention to the man.
Swallowing, the man steps back, the pure energy radiating from the witch enough to deter anyone from starting a fight.
"Nothing." The man mutters.
"Good, five of those, oh and whatever these guys are having." She hands the notes to the vendor as the people in the queue stare at Bellatrix as though she's mad.
Gathering the bundle of candy floss, Bella heads back to Hermione ignoring the vendor's call to give the change. The happiness in the eyes of those in the queue eagerly wanting to order.
"Oh, did you want something?" Bella asks opening the first candy floss.
"No, I'm full," Hermione reassures. "That was nice of you,"
"I cut the queue, only fair."
"You know you gave them over two hundred, right?"
"Is that a lot?"
"To some," Hermione smiles. "I've got one last ride."
"Oh, I don't mind waiting if you want to have a go."
"You'll like this one." Hermione grins, pulling the witch along.
"Hook a duck?" Bella murmurs reading the sign of a vendor.
"No not that one, that."
"Bumper cars?"
"Yep,"
"What's the point of this?" Bella asks inhaling her candy floss.
"Was called dodgems originally, you're meant to avoid getting hit, but most people just try to hit everyone else." Hermione states.
"Brilliant. Let's go."
10:53 PM
They arrive back in the empty alleyway Hermione digging in her purse for the front door key, Bella grumbling behind her.
"It's fine Bella," Hermione assures the witch. "I've never been banned from somewhere before."
"Ugh, they overreacted." Bella declares following Hermione inside the shop.
"You hit the guy's bumper car so hard it flew from the ring and landed upside down on the grass."
"He had it coming," Bella retorts.
"He couldn't have been older than sixteen."
"Well, he's learnt a valuable lesson now, hasn't he."
"Be careful of crazy lesbians driving vehicles?"
"I was thinking more along the lines of, don't start something you can't finish." Bella pouts.
Locking the door, Hermione turns to the witch leaning against the desk, arms folded pouting. It was something new being manhandled from the ride, an ambulance was called because of the accident. Being escorted from the grounds by security, the police were called. They ditched the security guards before the police got there, apparating so fast it will leave them confused for years.
The best date Hermione has ever been on. Bella is more upset about losing her candy floss as they ran for their lives. The image of Bellatrix Black running clutching a giant cat teddy dragging Hermione along will never leave her mind.
"Did I ruin it?" Bella asks quietly.
"Not at all I think it's the best date I've ever been on." Her arms circle around Bella's shoulders.
"You're not just saying that?" Bella questions suspiciously.
"No, I'm not." Biting her lip, she presses a kiss on the witch's cheek. "Thank you. Did you enjoy yourself?"
"It was better than I expected," Bella answers vaguely. "maybe not riding those death traps, but the date most certainly."
"The great Bellatrix Black, scared of muggle rides."
"I was not scared." Bella huffs.
"No?"
"No." Hands circle Hermione's waist gently massaging Hermione's elbow the one the security guard had grabbed. "You sure I didn't ruin it?"
"Honestly, I don't think any other date will compare to that."
"Challenge accepted," Bella smirks.
"My choice next time." Hermione goads shrugging from her jacket.
"I dread to think."
"Oh, I think I have an idea," Hermione murmurs running her lips along the witch's neck. "But you'll just have to wait and see."
Cradling Bella's face she turns the witch capturing the red lips. The taste of candy floss, and the smell of pine from the trees as they ran through the park. A slow, tantalising kiss tongues meeting leisurely, she traces every inch of Bella. A moan leaves the witch's lips as they break for air. Hermione trails her tongue along Bella's ear lobe, teasing with her teeth. Tracing a path down the swan-like neck, sucking and nibbling as she goes.
Panting, Bella's hands clutch, pulling Hermione closer a leg slipping between Hermione's. With a gasp, she captures the lips again drawing Bella close and leading her away from the desk. The lights are low in the shop, and she fishes for her wand absently lighting the fire. She guides Bella to the sofa her wand hitting the floor with a clunk.
Hands busy with buttons, she tugs Bella's top out of the way, the witch discarding it over her shoulder. She unhooks the bra as Bella stumbles backwards onto the sofa. Hot lips gliding over her chest, a hand massaging her breast. Teeth nipping at an erect nipple, she sucks it into her mouth, a breathless gasp leaving the dark witch's lips.
"Fuck," Bella moans her hands tangling in Hermione's hair.
Insistent hands pull at Hermione dragging her upwards their teeth clash as they kiss. Sloppy, hot, hands move to push at Hermione's jumpsuit. Wanting it gone, Hermione breaks the kiss trailing kiss back to the exposed breasts. Paying attention to the neglected breast she toys with the hem of Bella's trousers. Unbuttoning it, she slides them down soft silky legs trailing kisses across the witch's stomach.
"I… I thought. We're taking this slow." Bella manages between gasps.
"This is slow." Hermione winks pulling the trousers free.
She bites the witch's hip making her buck inhaling the smell of arousal. Her nails trail the inside of her thigh, Bella groaning beneath the touch. Black laced pants, she pulls them free, trailing them ever so slowly over the witch's legs.
Dark eyes watching intently, chest heaving. Smiling, Hermione presses a soft kiss to the inside of Bella's thigh.
"You want me to stop?" Hermione asks.
"Don't you dare?"
Hooking the witch's leg over her shoulder, Hermione lips fall to the exposed thigh, kissing a burning path to Bella's wet core. Soaking, the witch is practically dripping, the idea ignites Hermione's core even more. Worried it was only Hermione who had feelings, seeing Bella's obvious arousal a reassurance.
"Hermione," The breathless moan.
She doesn't hesitate she parts the witch's inner lips, her tongue swiping through the folds a moan escaping the Auror. Her hands holding the witch's hips still as she sucks the clit into her mouth. A growl escapes Bella, her hands trying to reach Hermione, to tangle in her hair but she bats them away.
She tastes divine as she sucks, licks painting patterns with her tongue. Her tongue slipping deep, she feels the witch tense, the groan. Nails digging into the sofa, a hand grabbing Hermione's arm, clutching for dear life. She licks the witch to completion the body tensing, the orgasm building. The twitch a whisper of a moan escaping red lips, the body growing limp.
Swallowing, Hermione presses a kiss to the inner thigh, studying the beautiful sight before her. Bellatrix sprawled out on the sofa coming down from high, black eyes return blinkingly.
Swooping down, Hermione presses a kiss to the witch's lips, Bella groaning at the taste of herself on Hermione's tongue. Hands slipping between wet folds, she doesn't give Bella time to react, two fingers slipping deep. Pausing, waiting for the walls to relax she sets a pace.
Gasping, Bella's arm slides around Hermione's body, pulling them closer. Breathless, she pants breaking the kiss, as Hermione fingers slide in and out. Agonising slowly, hitting the spot with each thrust.
"I will have you scream my name," Hermione whispers against the witch's ear.
"Fuck," Bella murmurs nails digging into Hermione's back.
Hooking the leg once more, Hermione opens Bella wider, startling the witch. She kisses the confused look on the witch's face. Her fingers shifting, she moves at a faster pace, dark eyes rolling back as Hermione turns up the tempo.
"Look at me," Hermione orders turning the witch's face to meet her gaze. "Bella, I want to watch you come."
The nails bite into her shoulder, but the pain spurs Hermione on as her fingers work their magic. Watching the sweat drip between two breasts, she waits patiently for Bella to force her eyes open. Forcing herself to meet Hermione's gaze.
"Good girl." Hermione praises the witch.
"Fuck," Bella pants.
A wink from Hermione as she dives down taking a nipple between her teeth she feels the witch tense around her fingers. Walls constricting, Hermione watches Bella break apart, mouth open the Auror silent comes.
Her hands stop, her thumb gently caressing the sensitive clit, her fingers still buried deep. She caresses Bella's face, pressing a gentle kiss to the witch's lips.
"You okay?" Hermione asks brushing hair from the witch's face.
"Just dandy," Bella murmurs walls clenching an eyebrow raised. "You seem to be lingering?"
"You didn't say my name," Hermione tuts fingers moving again.
"Hermione," Bella groans hips shifting with the fingers.
"That's a good start, but," Her lips graze the shell of Bella's ear. "Let's try that again, louder."
"I want you naked," Bella orders unhooking her leg, she moves it to curl around Hermione's waist.
With a wave of her free hand, Hermione's bare skin connects with Bella. A groan from both of them, searching hands trailing across Hermione. Touching, teasing a kiss to the bare shoulder.
"We're meant to be taking this slow," Bella whispers groaning as the fingers pick up the pace.
"I know," Hermione murmurs, moving her core against Bella's leg. "But, I want you, every inch of you. I can stop if you want?"
Her fingers are still trapped in the witch's depths, dark wild eyes turn to regard Hermione. A silent order to stay buried within the witch, the walls clenching as though to argue.
"Don't you dare," Bella warns darkly?
"Good, 'cause I was lying, I don't think I can stop." Hermione whispers.
"You want your name," Bella taunts hand cupping Hermione's breast. "You're going to have to work for it."