Fic: Senses (Fred/Hermione/George)
Title: Senses
Pairing: Hermione/Fred/George
Summary: When one sense is taken away, the others are heightened
Rating: Adult (R)
Word Count: 500
ABC Challenge #1 - Z: Zipper For sespotwood
When one’s sight is taken away, the other senses are heightened.
The charm they use acts like a blindfold, fitting around her eyes as surely as a scarf or a tie. She can’t see anything but darkness. There is always a slight fear when her sight is removed, and her body is tense in ways that transcend arousal. There’s a feeling of helplessness as she lies there on warm cotton sheets.
Fred lies beside her, his rough palms caressing her bare skin. His fingertip traces a droplet of sweat as it drips between her breasts, and Hermione can feel him in a way she doesn’t notice unless she is sightless. The smell of them, of mint and butterscotch, of sweat and sex, of apples and vanilla, is thick in the air. She inhales them in every withdrawn breath, and she shifts as her body responds to the aroma of the three of them.
Her hand moves unseeingly over George’s chest. She can feel the muscles beneath her fingertips, the shudder that runs through him as her hand gets lower, and the wiry curls above his cock as her hand slides beneath the waist of his trousers. She listens to their breathing, to the soft gasps they can’t control and the low groans as they explore her body.
Fred is quieter during sex and rarely speaks unless it’s soft whispers rasped against her ear. George is vocal, saying filthy things in a husky voice that makes her wet even when he’s reciting their market list, and makes noises that let her know he’s enjoying her attention. It’s more difficult to know with Fred when she can’t see but she’s learned over their time together and listens for the ragged breathing and the soft moan that often escapes when he’s aroused.
The sound of the zipper being lowered is loud. She reaches down between her legs but her hand is slapped away as a heavy body rolls on top of her. Her legs are spread wide, hooked over broad shoulders, and then a tongue lazily licks her until she’s gripping the sheets and whining in a way she never imagined would become common in her life.
George’s thumb traces her lips and she parts them to lick, sucking it slowly as she reaches up to knead her breasts. He chuckles and tells Fred how aroused she is, describes her body to her so vividly she can see it despite the magic blocking her sight. Then he replaces his thumb with his cock and she begins to suck, her nose brushing against his coarse hair and her chin rubbing against the zipper of his trousers.
Her sense of helplessness fades as they touch her and taste her. She doesn’t fear the darkness when they are here with her. She sees them in a way that transcends simple vision, sees them with her touch, their scent, the way they taste and the sounds they make.
After all, when one’s sight is taken away, the other senses are heightened.
The End
Pairing: Hermione/Fred/George
Summary: When one sense is taken away, the others are heightened
Rating: Adult (R)
Word Count: 500
ABC Challenge #1 - Z: Zipper For sespotwood
When one’s sight is taken away, the other senses are heightened.
The charm they use acts like a blindfold, fitting around her eyes as surely as a scarf or a tie. She can’t see anything but darkness. There is always a slight fear when her sight is removed, and her body is tense in ways that transcend arousal. There’s a feeling of helplessness as she lies there on warm cotton sheets.
Fred lies beside her, his rough palms caressing her bare skin. His fingertip traces a droplet of sweat as it drips between her breasts, and Hermione can feel him in a way she doesn’t notice unless she is sightless. The smell of them, of mint and butterscotch, of sweat and sex, of apples and vanilla, is thick in the air. She inhales them in every withdrawn breath, and she shifts as her body responds to the aroma of the three of them.
Her hand moves unseeingly over George’s chest. She can feel the muscles beneath her fingertips, the shudder that runs through him as her hand gets lower, and the wiry curls above his cock as her hand slides beneath the waist of his trousers. She listens to their breathing, to the soft gasps they can’t control and the low groans as they explore her body.
Fred is quieter during sex and rarely speaks unless it’s soft whispers rasped against her ear. George is vocal, saying filthy things in a husky voice that makes her wet even when he’s reciting their market list, and makes noises that let her know he’s enjoying her attention. It’s more difficult to know with Fred when she can’t see but she’s learned over their time together and listens for the ragged breathing and the soft moan that often escapes when he’s aroused.
The sound of the zipper being lowered is loud. She reaches down between her legs but her hand is slapped away as a heavy body rolls on top of her. Her legs are spread wide, hooked over broad shoulders, and then a tongue lazily licks her until she’s gripping the sheets and whining in a way she never imagined would become common in her life.
George’s thumb traces her lips and she parts them to lick, sucking it slowly as she reaches up to knead her breasts. He chuckles and tells Fred how aroused she is, describes her body to her so vividly she can see it despite the magic blocking her sight. Then he replaces his thumb with his cock and she begins to suck, her nose brushing against his coarse hair and her chin rubbing against the zipper of his trousers.
Her sense of helplessness fades as they touch her and taste her. She doesn’t fear the darkness when they are here with her. She sees them in a way that transcends simple vision, sees them with her touch, their scent, the way they taste and the sounds they make.
After all, when one’s sight is taken away, the other senses are heightened.
The End