Wednesday Surprise - Hermione/Charlie - NC-17
Happy belated birthday Nellie. Here is your present:
Title: Wednesday Surprise
Author: Millieweasley
Pairing: Charlie/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, would I then post this here?
Summary: It wasn’t the sight Hermione expected when she came back from work on a normal Wednesday evening, not that she minded. No this was a sight she might very well get used to.
Wordcount: 1446
Beta(s): Cantabile - thank you sweetie.
A/N: Nellie_darling wanted Charlie/Hermione with Charlie doing housework for her birthday, here is the result. I hope you are happy, Nellie.
He was wearing an apron! A pink, floral apron with a ruffle at the bottom, tied with a perfect bow in the back. It was his mother’s apron. And he wasn’t wearing anything else.
Hermione stared. She had been married to this man for five years now, and yet he never ceased to amaze her. Just last week they had had a rather heated argument about him never helping with the house, always getting an emergency in the reservation every time it was time to clean. Today he was standing in the kitchen, dressed in nothing but his mother’s rather ridiculous-looking apron, cooking and - she sniffed the air - apparently baking.
Without noticing her presence, Charlie hummed a tune, while turning slightly to get better access to the stove, inadvertently giving Hermione a perfect view of his naked backside. Without even thinking, Hermione let her eyes wander across his body, revelling in the sight of his well-shaped calves and muscular thighs, not to mention his firm, smooth, muscular arse, perfect to lick, and touch and sink your teeth into hard enough to earn you a proper spanking.
Getting lost in fantasies involving her mouth and Charlie’s arse, or to be more truthful, what was on the other side of that wonderful arse, Hermione didn’t even notice that she whimpered when he leaned over slightly to get to the pan on the back of the stove. Charlie, however, was very quick to notice.
With a grin rivalling a five-year-old boy that just received the biggest ice-cream in his life, Charlie looked at her, letting his eyes sweep across her in much the same manner she had him only a minute ago.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” he said casually, as if he wasn’t standing in front of her, dressed in noting more than a pink apron, three sizes too big. It would have been laughable, if Hermione hadn’t had the view of his naked arse stuck in her head. Right now, she only found the whole thing terribly arousing. Probably far more than would be advisable when trying to keep Charlie’s, often rather inflated opinion of himself, in check.
“I didn’t want to disrupt such a lovely image,” Hermione answered him, honestly, causing the pleased grin on his face to widen even further.
“You don’t say,” he replied, leaning on the counter waiting to reel her in. Hermione, however, did not plan on co-operating just yet. He would have to work a bit harder that that for his prize.
“It’s not everyday that I get to come home and find you cooking,” she said with a smile. “Smells delicious. Ah well, I’d better leave you to it. Wouldn’t want to disturb you, after all,” she said, forcing herself to turn around to leave, feeling more than a little pleased with the sight of his fading smile before she turned.
“Not so fast there, precious.” His hand was on her arm so fast that she almost suspected he’d Apparated to her side to stop her from leaving, revealing to her that he actually thought that she would. When she turned around to face him, it was her turn to look smug.
“Anything you need, love?” she asked in her most innocent voice, using all the will-power she had, not to let her eyes travel down to his broad chest, where red curls found their way out from behind the apron, clashing magnificently with the pink of the fabric.
“As a matter of fact,” he answered, not even finishing his own sentence before he pulled her to him and dipped his head to lick and nibble that sensitive spot behind her ear. Hermione gasped, too bloody turned on by the situation to be able to stop herself. Bugger! She thought, realising all too well that Charlie now once more had the upper hand. It really shouldn’t be allowed to know how to turn your wife on against her will, by the mere touch of a hand, or in this case tongue.
She could feel him chuckling against her skin when he felt her give in to his touch. Lifting her up as her knees went weak beneath her, he carried her over to the table, setting her down on the edge, never once stopping the assault of his tongue on her neck. Holding on to the edge of the table hard enough to make her knuckles white, she gasped when his skilled fingers unbuttoned her blouse and his tongue found her nipple. She gasped again, when the very same fingers moved beneath her skirt, hiking it up over her hips and finding their way inside her already wet knickers.
“Well, well, well, Mrs Weasley, I’d say you’ve been a naughty girl today,” Charlie purred against her ear while coating his fingers with her juices. “Out having dirty thoughts, while your husband is at home cooking you dinner, now that isn’t very nice, is it?” Hermione whimpered in response, utterly unable to speak. How did he expect her to answer, when he pushed his fingers inside her and rubbed her clit with his thumb like that?
Smirking mischievously, he looked into her eyes as he dropped to his knees. Never letting his eyes leave hers, he then slowly pulled down her knickers and leaned in, letting his tongue run gently up and down her folds. Hermione arched back and moaned. Supporting herself on her elbows she laid down and threw her legs over Charlie’s shoulders, holding him in place while he licked and kissed her in ways that had her desperately begging for more.
She shuddered and came when his fingers pushed inside her, the sensations of both fingers and tongue almost too much to handle. Groaning, she begged him to enter her, using words she would never admit to using even to her closest friends. Words that she was hardly aware existed, until Charlie started doing things to her body she never imagined, things she needed words for, other words than the ones textbooks and teenage romance novels provided. In descriptions to the things they did, those words seemed inadequate, too small, too nice, too girly.
Still with a pleased smirk on his face, Charlie rose and entered her, not even bothering to remove his mother’s apron, just pushing it to the side. Her legs wrapped around his waist, Hermione used her feet to push him deeper inside her, writhing beneath him with pleasure while running her nails across his rough chest, leaving red marks in their wake every time Charlie pushed harder inside her.
She heard him growl from deep in his throat when he spilled inside her, and the sound alone was enough to push her over the edge again. Feeling his rough calloused hand on her left breast, while his right thumb was busy circling her clit again, didn’t help matters, and she cried out her satisfaction as she felt her body explode.
Afterwards they were both panting, forehead against forehead, until Hermione started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Charlie asked with a frown, making Hermione laugh even harder.
“You are aware of, that no matter what that dinner taste like, you’re stuck doing the cooking from now on,” she grinned casting a glance at the previously forgotten, and now burned dinner. Charlie frowned again, but then lit up in a wide grin and kissed her before pushing himself away from the table.
“As long as I don’t have to do the washing up-” he answered, walking over to the counter where his wand was and flicking it to return the dinner to an edible state and remove it from the heat, “- I don’t think I will mind doing the cooking. At least not if these are the conditions in which I’m doing it,” he said with another smirk. Rolling her eyes at him Hermione laughed.
“Then it’s you and not me that’ll explain to your mother, exactly why she isn’t getting her apron back,” she said, reaching out and pulling on one of the strings that held the bow in the back together, resulting in the apron falling open completely. “And as your dinner guest, I’m wondering if you can get more of that delicious starter you were serving,” she added, using the apron to pull him back.
“Hungry, Mrs Weasley?” Charlie answered grinning.
“Very, as a matter of fact,” Hermione answered, casting a glance down to what she really wanted to taste right now.
“Well, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t offer complete and utter satisfaction to my guests,” Charlie replied, leaning in to kiss her before he scoped her up and carried her to their bedroom.