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Ch. 9: Coffee and Pancakes
"I love you." Hermoine said staring into Cassiel's eyes. The dam walls holding everything inside her collapsed at those words and Cassiel groaned, her mouth laying siege to Hermoine's, invading and conquering the tender flesh with abandon. She lifted the young witch in her arms and growled when she felt strong legs wrap around her hips. With one arm braced along the young witch's spine, her hand wound in strands of brown hair, and the other along her waist, fingers splayed on her muscular backside, they fell against the wall, their mouths never parting.
Eventually the kiss began to slow, desperate passion giving way to gentle longing. Cassiel pulled away from Hermoine's mouth and let her lips brush across her jawline and then down, nipping and teasing the sensitive skin along her throat and above her pulse point. The young witch let her head fall back, biting her lip to keep from crying out with joy. After a long moment, she became aware that the kissing had stopped and she opened her eyes…to find herself floating in a sunny Aegean Sea. She let her lips curve into that smile that was Cassiel's alone, reserved solely for the woman who had captured her heart. No words were needed.
Their mouths were drawn together in a long, sensuous exploration that ignited a liquid heat inside them both, sending it washing over them in breathless waves. Hermoine's hips began to rock against Cassiel, her back arching away from the wall in an effort to get closer to the woman, strong thighs tightening, bare feet locking, holding on. Before she realized what she was doing, Cassiel began to rock back, the connection of cloth and bare skin driving them both mad with need. They moaned into each other's open mouths.
Hermoine pulled her kiss-roughened lips away reluctantly and suddenly Cassiel's whole world narrowed to two small hands. Hands that tugged insistently on the buttons of her shirt. Hands that slipped underneath that last physical barrier between them, creating fire and storms in her blood. Hands that untied the knots of restraint inside her and removed the choking strands of bone and death from around her heart. Hands that made her free. Cassiel was utterly lost, caught in a tempest so powerful and so exquisite she could no longer stand. She fell into the bed with Hermoine, their mouths crashing together in a kiss deep enough to drown in. Cassiel welcomed that fate.
Hermoine rolled like the sea underneath the woman she loved, flipping them both over so that she was on top. She tipped her head back and growled as Cassiel's long fingers closed around her waist, steadying her as she began to move against hips still deliciously covered in jeans. Never ever had she felt anything so right, so perfect. Shuddering, her face flushed and smiling, she reached for one of Cassiel's hands, bringing it to her lips. She kissed the blonde's open palm and then grazed it with her teeth, delighting in the shivers she felt all along her thighs, some her own and some Cassiel's. Inspired, she took two long fingers inside her mouth, curling her tongue around them, suckling them, running her teeth along their sensitive ridges. She was rewarded with a strangled gasp from beneath her. "Hermoine…"
Hermoine let the blonde's fingers slip from her mouth slowly. Then she set about stripping her of her jeans and boots. She wanted bare skin against her, wanted to feel that heat and passion she'd been dreaming of. She kissed every inch of white skin as it was revealed, her tongue skating in little searing patterns that rendered Cassiel deliriously helpless. The blonde's hands slipped through the young witch's hair and down her back, kneading and clutching, unstillable in the face of this erotic assault. She reveled in the tremors she felt in the play between solid muscle and infinitely soft skin. And when they wandered lower, slipping over Hermoine's lovely backside, a hiss of pleasure and the instant capture of both her wrists startled her.
"Not yet, my love," breathed the young witch, imprisoning Cassiel's hands above her head. "You first." Her mouth hovered above one dark, hardened nipple that ached under warm breath. "I need you first." Cassiel arched upward, wanting to feel that silken mouth on her skin so badly she would have done anything the young witch had asked. Anything. She whimpered when the young witch teased her for a long, tremulous moment, keeping her hot, wet mouth just above the throbbing flesh. Then she cried out, silky warmth enveloping her, Hermoine's tongue circling and finally tugging on her nipple. She gasped as nimble fingers mirrored the sensation on her other breast. Cassiel bit her lip and her hips surged upward, legs opening of their own accord. Her need had become desperate. Her aching, pulsing core demanded besiegement, hungered for invasion."Hermoine, please…" she begged, a small space of her mind marveling at the ease of that action.
"Please what?" rasped the young witch, her mouth now ministering to the other breast with equal enthusiasm. Her voice was deep and rough with her own unsated desire and it rumbled through Cassiel's sternum like a drove of wild mustangs. "Gods…take me…or kill me…please…" She writhed under the young witch's torture, her hips bucking harder. The white-hot pounding in her loins was both excruciating and unimaginably wonderful. Hermoine stilled over the woman, gazing at her until unfocused hazel eyes opened and gazed back at her, filled with fear and hunger. "Don't hold back, my love. I want everything you have to give. Promise me." Cassiel licked her lips and nodded.
"Good," whispered the young witch, tipping her head and touching her lips to Cassiel's. At the first gentle touch, Cassiel responded slowly. But then Hermoine's kiss became more demanding, her tongue begging entry into the blonde's mouth, battling for control once inside. As the kiss once again deepened beyond anything she had ever experienced before, Cassiel groaned and three long fingers plunged into her hot, slick center. "By the gods," breathed Hermoine, plunging again into the blonde's slick depths, feeling the shock of the sensations even in her own aching center. She dropped her forehead onto Cassiel's taught, straining abdomen to steady herself, her mouth absently kissing and licking salty skin.
"You are so beautiful…oh, Cassiel…so sweet…" Her tongue dipped into the blonde's navel, eliciting another strangled cry. Her lips traveled further down, tasting every flavor, learning every texture until they were close to the source of the raging waters that poured over her hand. She dove in, her tongue finding the throbbing nub she sought, driving against it over and over. She drank the thick honey that flowed beneath her lips, wondering if she could get drunk off of it. She certainly felt drunk from something. She plunged her fingers deeper into the blonde and harder, feeling muscles tighten beneath her, feeling the surging, rising tide nearing its crest. She knew it wouldn't be long now…for either of them. Her own center throbbed in time with the pulsing beneath her fingers.
Cassiel couldn't see, couldn't breathe, couldn't hear… Her blood crashed in her ears with a deafening roar and she saw only exploding stars behind her eyelids, rationally aware that she was starved for air. She didn't care. She was close, so close… 'Please… Oh gods, please…' Her hips drove upward and her hands gripped the slats of the headboard so tightly her knuckles were white with the strain. Then she felt it, felt the tide beginning to crest inside her. "Yes…" breathed Hermoine against her wetness. "I love you so much, Cassiel." Every muscle in the blonde's body became rigid as the two of them waited that small measure of time between the crest and the crash of a tsunami…
One more plunge into her depths and Cassiel released her soul cry, the battered slats cracking as her hands clutched against the power of her orgasm. Hermoine groaned as the flood waters raged beneath her mouth and her tongue danced in the deluge, drawing out the blonde's release as long as possible. She finally pulled her mouth away, leaving her fingers inside, and cried out as she slipped the fingers of her other hand between her own legs. Her concurrent release denied, she was determined to finish the job herself. Strong, corded fingers grasped her wrist."No," said Cassiel hoarsely, still breathless. She flipped the young witch onto her back and covered her writhing body with her own, pulling hard nipples into her hot mouth.
Hermoine cried out with ecstatic frustration and opened her legs wide, crossing them over grinding hips, trying to force Cassiel harder into her. The blonde moved her lips close to her lover's ear, one hand sliding between their bodies. "Please take me inside you," she breathed. Her heart hammered inside her and she felt herself rocking in time with the young woman, their bed becoming the bowl of earth to contain their churning, turbulent sea. "Gods…yes…" The young witch folded her fingers around Cassiel's and guided them to her core. With a desperate cry, she pressed the long, long fingers inside her and Cassiel sank into her depths as helpless and inevitable as stone. Her hand, wrist still grasped by slender fingers, dove deeper and deeper as thunder shook them and her young witch-sea crashed against her again and again.
The young witch's body was on overload. Her breath came in gasping sobs and she growled with every plunge inside her. She felt herself losing control and she never wanted this feeling to end. "Oh…gods…Cassiel…please…please…gods…Cassiel…now!" Cassiel obeyed the order of the mistress of her heart and slipped another finger inside, driving into Hermoine with all the power of her love, releasing the lightning bolts caged inside her… Hermoine screamed as the power of the released lightning coursed through her, shaking her to her very core. She continued to press Cassiel's hand inside her over and over and she felt her own slick juices on her fingers, renewing her hunger.
"Don't stop," she hissed and Cassiel, slightly startled by her young witch's raging sexual need, hesitated for only a moment before groaning and plunging inside again with renewed strength. She kissed and sucked on the young witch's pulse point, which fluttered beneath her lips like a hummingbird's wings. "Sweet gods!" cried the young witch, feeling the almost painful nip of teeth on her skin. Cassiel's last defenses capsized and she let go, thrusting deeper and harder, pressing her mouth against the young witch's collarbone until she tasted the familiar metallic tang of blood. She pulled her lips away, gazing at the purple mark blooming on the young witch's skin with feral pride. "Come for me, Hermoine…come hard…"
"Yes…oh!…Yessss…" Hermoine's entire body arched and her core pulsed powerfully around Cassiel's fingers, keeping time with both their pounding hearts. Cassiel collapsed against her love, struggling for breath, her fingers still and deep inside her. She rested her head on Hermoine's heaving abdomen, feeling her heart overflow with emotion after emotion, never wanting this moment to end. She cast herself adrift in their gentling waves until much, much later she found herself washed upon the young witch's shore. Cassiel woke to the smell fresh coffee and pancakes drifting from the kitchen. She slowly sits up in bed then looks down at the bulge in her pants. "Great."
A/n: So that is the last of the original writing now i gotta finish it. Hoping to finish this soon. I really can't remember where this was headed.