Fic: Timing is Everything
Title: Timing is Everything
Author: glitter_pink
Characters: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Prompt: Forsaken
Word Count: 496
Rating: R
Warnings: None, really.
Author's Notes: Originally written for the Second Round of HumpMadness 2014 competition at hp_humpdrabbless. Round Three, here I come. Many snuggles to nightfalltwen and lilithnaamah for the beta. I couldn't have done as well as I did without you ladies catching my passive voice and multitudinous commas. I love you guys. (Also hugs for ragdoll for keeping me from nervous breakdown after voting was closed. D:)
It was a place of power. Monolithic stones draped with moss and etched smooth with age, it was a place forsaken by time, war and death. The sun setting in that golden hour before twilight falls edged every blade of grass and slip of rock in minute detail. Dark clouds roiled far away, promising a summer shower if we stayed much longer. I thought I might have even heard the rumble of thunder. I should have been unable to breathe, it was that beautiful, but I wasn’t really paying much attention.
I was watching her.
Hermione sat in the middle of the standing stones, writing runes in the air with graceful hands. The runes would shimmer then fade. She mouthed the name of each rune as she worked the shape. Her tongue would flick out to wet her lips and then she’d turn a little to draw the next rune.
Every time she did, it would hitch that white t-shirt of hers up and I’d get little glimpses of hip and belly as she moved. Her bushy hair was twisted up with her wand stuck through, giving me a teasing view of the graceful arch of her neck. I wanted to run my tongue from clavicle to ear, slide my hands under that shirt to play along the edge of her bra and give that wicked little tongue something to do besides work her spell.
I knew just how she’d taste- vanilla and the salt of sweat from the long hike to get here.
I’d press her up against the largest rock, pinning her hands above her head and wrap her legs around my hips to spend a few moments driving us both mad. And while I was about that, the rain clouds would fulfill their promise, and the torrents would dampen that prim white tee, and the fabric would cling to her skin, no longer hiding the secrets beneath. And we'd fumble with rain-slicked fingers to remove the clothing that separated us. Everything hot and wet and wanting.
Our eyes would meet, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in little pants and she’d say…
“Harry, it’s time.”
Blinking, I slipped my glasses up the bridge of my nose, bringing the world back into focus.
“Sorry?” I managed, my trousers feeling decidedly less comfortable than before. I was glad for the fading light so that Hermione couldn’t see my face glow red in embarrassment.
“I need you to hand me the candle… before the sun sets?”
I chuckled uncomfortably as I tossed her the white taper.
“Excellent,” she said, a cunning smirk at her lips. “Oh, and Harry?” She looked at me frankly over her shoulder. I swallowed. “Try not to ravish me until after the fertility spell has finished, hmm? It rather spoils the point if you jump the gun.”
Without another glance in my direction, she set about finishing her work.
She really was too clever for her own good. Too clever by half.
Author: glitter_pink
Characters: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Prompt: Forsaken
Word Count: 496
Rating: R
Warnings: None, really.
Author's Notes: Originally written for the Second Round of HumpMadness 2014 competition at hp_humpdrabbless. Round Three, here I come. Many snuggles to nightfalltwen and lilithnaamah for the beta. I couldn't have done as well as I did without you ladies catching my passive voice and multitudinous commas. I love you guys. (Also hugs for ragdoll for keeping me from nervous breakdown after voting was closed. D:)
It was a place of power. Monolithic stones draped with moss and etched smooth with age, it was a place forsaken by time, war and death. The sun setting in that golden hour before twilight falls edged every blade of grass and slip of rock in minute detail. Dark clouds roiled far away, promising a summer shower if we stayed much longer. I thought I might have even heard the rumble of thunder. I should have been unable to breathe, it was that beautiful, but I wasn’t really paying much attention.
I was watching her.
Hermione sat in the middle of the standing stones, writing runes in the air with graceful hands. The runes would shimmer then fade. She mouthed the name of each rune as she worked the shape. Her tongue would flick out to wet her lips and then she’d turn a little to draw the next rune.
Every time she did, it would hitch that white t-shirt of hers up and I’d get little glimpses of hip and belly as she moved. Her bushy hair was twisted up with her wand stuck through, giving me a teasing view of the graceful arch of her neck. I wanted to run my tongue from clavicle to ear, slide my hands under that shirt to play along the edge of her bra and give that wicked little tongue something to do besides work her spell.
I knew just how she’d taste- vanilla and the salt of sweat from the long hike to get here.
I’d press her up against the largest rock, pinning her hands above her head and wrap her legs around my hips to spend a few moments driving us both mad. And while I was about that, the rain clouds would fulfill their promise, and the torrents would dampen that prim white tee, and the fabric would cling to her skin, no longer hiding the secrets beneath. And we'd fumble with rain-slicked fingers to remove the clothing that separated us. Everything hot and wet and wanting.
Our eyes would meet, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in little pants and she’d say…
“Harry, it’s time.”
Blinking, I slipped my glasses up the bridge of my nose, bringing the world back into focus.
“Sorry?” I managed, my trousers feeling decidedly less comfortable than before. I was glad for the fading light so that Hermione couldn’t see my face glow red in embarrassment.
“I need you to hand me the candle… before the sun sets?”
I chuckled uncomfortably as I tossed her the white taper.
“Excellent,” she said, a cunning smirk at her lips. “Oh, and Harry?” She looked at me frankly over her shoulder. I swallowed. “Try not to ravish me until after the fertility spell has finished, hmm? It rather spoils the point if you jump the gun.”
Without another glance in my direction, she set about finishing her work.
She really was too clever for her own good. Too clever by half.