A/N: What a morning. England are going to a World Cup Final. Sam Kerr scored a screamer for 30 yards and I haven't had enough sleep. Amazing. Brilliant lol
All that said, we're just going right back into it :P Enjoy!
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Hermione was having the most wonderful dream; Minerva's long fingers traced patterns over her skin while they lay beneath the moonlight. They looked to be on top of the mountain where they'd had breakfast the other morning and she gasped as what seemed like a hundred, million stars rained down overhead. She gasped again as Minerva sank between her thighs and pressed a kiss against her centre.
"Min -" she gasped. "What -"
She blinked awake to see Minerva smiling up at her from beneath the sheets. Hermione laughed and threw off those sheets, despite her burning cheeks at the position. She pulled Minerva up and kissed her hard until Minerva cupped her cheeks and eased the desperation.
"It is my turn now, my love," she whispered, tracing Hermione's face. "Let me love you as beautifully as you have loved me. Let me finally show you how much I love and appreciate you."
Hermione allowed herself to be pushed gently back against the pillows and moaned as Minerva kissed her cheeks, then her throat. She lingered over the pulsing vein and sucked a tingling bruise onto it as her hands began to move. Hermione arched and gripped the sheets in her hands.
"This is stunning, mo Leannan," she whispered as she pulled away a little. "You are stunning."
Hermione blinked at her and realised she was talking about the scar on her chest. Hermione's breath hitched as Minerva settled beside her and followed the sensitive edges with soft fingertips.
"Min!" she squeaked.
"Am I hurting -"
"No." Hermione arched. "Sensitive. Tickles."
Minerva hummed and kissed across her skin. Her tongue traced the outline of the shining skin that seemed to ripple under Minerva's ministration.
"Beautiful," she whispered. "Cho breagha."
Minerva's hands were sure on her belly as she finally wrapped her tongue around Hermione's nipple.
"MINERVA!"
"Oh, I love the way you scream my name," she muttered as she moved to the other side. "Nobody has ever done that for me before." Hermione gasped at a particular strong stab of arousal in Minerva's soul. "It makes me feel so powerful."
"You make it -" She keened. "So easy!"
Minerva pulled away and traced her fingers over Hermione's chest.
"I do not know that I have ever noticed another woman's breasts before you," she whispered. "Not really. But these," she hummed as she held them in both hands and kissed a staining nipple. "Are exquisite."
Hermione's thighs gripped Minerva's hips as Minerva sucked hard and squeezed the other one gently, creating such a feeling that Hermione wanted so much more that she couldn't articulate.
Minerva didn't linger long, though. She scraped her teeth over Hermione's ribs no doubt leaving a mark there as well and then, as Hermione was still trying to catch her breath, pushed open her thighs.
"What are you -"
Hermione almost wailed as Minerva's hot breath bathed her centre and her tongue slid between her lips.
"God, Minerva," she breathed. "What, how -"
"You taste divine, my love. I have never -" Hermione shuddered as Minerva's tongue made a long pass over her sex. "I had no idea!" Her tongue was so hot, and it seemed to be everywhere until she pulled away breathing hard. "I see why women never go back to men after this," she muttered. "Utterly divine."
If Hermione had been able to, she might have laughed but as it was, Hermione's hips jerked as Minerva grazed a sensitive spot and she hummed encouragingly, setting Hermione off again.
Remember that place where we ate dinner under the Northern Lights. Minerva's voice whispered in her mind. At the beginning, before all this.
Hermione gasped as the tip of Minerva's tongue pressed rhythmically against the part of her that made her heart beat falter.
Your face, when the sky erupted, was so wondrous. Your eyes reflected every star in the sky. Perhaps, even then ...
Her hand grasped Minerva's hair as she pressed herself closer to that pleasure. Minerva grip was like iron and she almost cried out in frustration as the overwhelming sensations turned into smaller movements.
I wondered, Minerva continued, not bound in her mind by physical impracticalities. Whether I could show you what my intentions were. What my intentions are for the rest of our lives.
Hermione blinked as a vision appeared in her mind of the dark sky above her, flashing greens and yellows. Minerva was in much the same position as she was at the moment; her pale skin bathed in moonlight and the Northern Lights.
"OH GOD," Hermione groaned.
It does work then?
Hermione could hear the amusement in Minerva's thoughts and she tightened the grip on her hair. A quiet chuckle tickled her brain but Hermione didn't dwell on it.
Minerva pushed on the bottom of her thighs and Hermione went where she wanted. She let Minerva widen her legs and the noise Hermione made when Minerva's tongue slipped inside her did not sound human. Both hands now grabbed Minerva's head as Hermione's back bowed. The sensations from Minerva's tongue, and from her fingers digging into her thighs and from the emotions soaking the air made Hermione's ability to breathe difficult. Minerva continued to slide her tongue into Hermione's opening until Hermione could no longer draw breath.
A hand traced across her quivering stomach and up to her breast. Hermione gripped it against herself as she begged silently for something she could not name. She glanced down desperately and found Minerva's eyes riveted on her own and as their eyes met fully, Hermione felt an explosion in her soul. Her body took over and Minerva hummed against her, sending a shockwave up Hermione's back. Her body trembled and started to pulse as Minerva pressed closer and wiggled her tongue as deeply as she could.
"MINERVA!"
Hermione's whole universe broke and she jerked so hard that she could only feel without thought. As her body crested, she felt the need to get up and she pushed Minerva off her and sat up. Her wings spread out like a yawn as she trembled.
Minerva blinked up at her in shock. Cum covered her chin and Hermione had never seen anything as sexy.
"Mine," she whispered.
Minerva's eyes widened.
Assaulted by memories of earlier times, Hermione paused for a moment to assess Minerva's thoughts but she didn't get much time to do so. Minerva scrambled to her knees as well and took ownership of Hermione's face, pressing their lips together and kissing her desperately. Hermione could taste herself on Minerva and found it pleasant enough but the need within her and the need pulsing outwardly from Minerva took precedence. She pulled Minerva to her; her wings helped as they curled around them both and pressed them impossibly closer.
"Take me," Minerva muttered breathlessly, echoing the sentiment in their heads. "Take me, Hermione, my love. Tha mi leatsa."
Hermione pulled Minerva's thighs across hers, opening her lover up for her to enjoy. She slid her hand over drenched lips and pushed inside without hesitation.
"Yes, love," Minerva breathed, her head thrown back.
The sensations were making Hermione's wild. Minerva's body undulated above her and she could feel Minerva's beautiful hair tickling her thighs. She jerked when it tickled too much and Minerva groaned deeply, setting off something inside Hermione that she felt the need to possess. She watched Minerva's jugular pump quickly and bit down on it while she followed that same rhythm with her hand. Hermione wanted nothing more than her lover to scream for her.
"I love you," she managed as she used her hips to help her hand. "I love you without end."
Minerva's nails dug into Hermione's shoulders and she tried to control the tempo. Her hips jerked onto Hermione's hand again and again until Hermione decided that she might like a turn at showing her love what she might like to do with her on their mountaintop in the heavens.
She slowed everything down and soothed Minerva's whine with a kiss. Her hand gripped Minerva's hip tightly so she could not move herself as freely while they stared into each other's eyes. Those beautiful green eyes widened as Hermione's vision played out. They were laid out on a blanket amongst the clouds on their mountaintop; that same one they had found their dragon in. The one that had heralded a turning point in their relationship.
Hermione gasped as her vision took on a life of its own. She watched her own body change and provide a trembling Minerva with something that enabled Hermione to hold her with both hands and still pleasure her deeply. She felt Minerva's body clench at the thought.
"Ohhh," Minerva groaned so deeply that Hermione felt it in her chest. "Hermione," she breathed. "Feuch, mo ghrĂ dh. Tha mi ag iarraidh sin." [Please, my love. I want that.]
The part of Hermione that wasn't completely lost to the desire knew that would not be possible in that moment, so instead, her wings curled around Minerva's back to take her weight and Hermione pushed her back into them. She trailed her nails gently down Minerva's chest and rolled a nipple between her fingertips when Minerva wished in her head for her to do so. As Minerva jerked her hips onto her hand, Hermione moved her thumb over Minerva's clit and let her. She was utterly spectacular. Things were far easier with two hands and she watched her fingers disappear inside until her own body wished for that too.
"Hermione!" Minerva gasped. "I -"
"Trust me," Hermione shivered as Minerva's thoughts pleaded with her for more. "It's alright. Let me take you there."
Minerva's subconscious thoughts directed her movement and she shifted back against the mattress and used her wings to press Minerva towards her head before she made them disappear. As Minerva was gasping for air and her hips jerked ineffectually against nothing, Hermione readjusted her hands and pulled Minerva's hips closer. She took a deep breath and couldn't help but stare at Minerva's beautiful core. The scent of her love was rich and deep and she continued without thought. Her tongue slipped between her fingers. Minerva's back bowed and her hair fell back like water, tickling Hermione's belly. All Minerva could do was writhe above Hermione's head.
Hermione took her time now. She withdrew her hand and dipped her tongue inside. She catalogued Minerva taste, rich, delicious with just a hint of sour to make it interesting and she pressed her face as close as she could. Her hands caressed her lover's body, as far as she could reach. She cupped Minerva's breasts and teased her nipples, and Hermione just wanted to stay in this moment forever. Minerva's hand reached for her and their fingers tangled together on the bed above Hermione's head. Minerva groaned but Hermione didn't have the wherewithal to do more than she was already doing. She felt the, now familiar, flutterings of Minerva's body around her tongue and pressed her fingers against her clit while she lapped at the endless pleasure from Minerva's centre.
"HERMIONE!"
Her other hand shot out as Minerva fell against the bed head as she lost all semblance of control as she rocked her hips against Hermione's mouth. Her rhythm faltered after a moment, but Hermione's did not. She sucked Minerva's clit into her mouth and wiggled her tongue against it. She used the room Minerva had given her to slide her fingers back inside and with it, a jolt of magic travelled from Minerva, through their joined hand and down Hermione's back. She jumped at the sudden sensation and her tongue pressed harder. Minerva screamed until her voice broke. White light clouded Hermione's vision as her body came in sympathy and she tried to gather every drop of precious nectar that Minerva gave her until she felt a pressure on her forehead.
"Stop," Minerva whispered. "Please, no more."
Hermione eased back and withdrew. She pressed a soft kiss against Minerva's thigh and wiped her face on the sheets.
"Minerva, that was -"
"Yes," Minerva breathed as she shook. Hermione eased her back onto the bed and scrambled up to hold her steady until she was settled. As Minerva shook and caught her breath, Hermione kissed her softly and ran her hands gently across her stomach. "It really was."
Hermione laughed quietly but Minerva was already on her way to sleep.
"Don't let go," she whispered, tugging Hermione's arms around her. "I can't -" she shuddered. "I don't -"
"I will never let you go, my love. I've got you. Just relax."
Hermione felt the somnolent contentment take over and pulled Minerva under her body.
"That's better," Minerva mumbled, pushing herself back as far as she could go. She gripped Hermione's hand against her as she let out a long breath.
"Yeah," Hermione smiled. She rubbed her thumb gently over the soft skin of Minerva's stomach and felt her dozing off. "I love you, Minerva."
She didn't get a verbal reply, but she heard the echo in her head as she closed her eyes and followed her lover to sleep.
