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Author: Irisri
Title: If Only You Were There
Rating: Hard-core PG-13
Summary: He whispered good morning, and she smiled in response, ran a finger down his jaw, then traced the outline of his lips. Teasingly, he took the finger into his mouth and bit lightly.
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Prompt: Dream (dhr100
Prompts Completed: 39/100
Words: 616
Warnings: Disregards for DH epilogue
Disclaimers: JKR owns all, tyvm
Soft sheets curled around her body as she moved against the warm cotton. She nudged herself over, felt her breasts pressed against a naked back. She snuggled against it, wrapped her arms around the person in bed with her, closing her eyes as she leaned her head between shoulder blades. Her hair was tangled, making it feel like a pillow if she rested her head on it. Instead, she closed her eyes, slid her leg up to hook it around the hip of the man beside her. Slight shifting, and he turned to face her.
Here was her love. The sculpted pale face, pointed chin, thin lips, dark eyebrows, stormy grey eyes that cut in two, moonlight-blonde hair. They were pressed together, and with her leg thrown over his hip, he pressed against her womanhood, and she could feel the stirrings of his arousal. He didn’t act on it, but watched her with shadowed eyes.
He whispered good morning, and she smiled in response, ran a finger down his jaw, then traced the outline of his lips. Teasingly, he took the finger into his mouth and bit lightly, then flicked his tongue against the small hurt. She pulled her hand away, only to slide it up into his hair and to pull him closer. The first touch of lips was soft, like a butterfly landing on a shoulder, you almost couldn’t tell it was there. His fingers slid down her back, as he shifted so she was atop him, and came to rest at her bottom. She smiled against his lips, then he left her mouth to kiss his way down her neck, whispering soft endearments all the way. He found her pulse, nipped it lightly, then continued his way, biting down on the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
I love you.
It was whispered, almost as if it was forbidden, but it didn’t slow or speed the process. He trailed his way down to the valley of her breasts, using his tongue to make a line, as if he’d never heard her. Her breathing became fast when he fastened his mouth around her nipple, a sharp gasp as he flicked his tongue over it, and felt that point of fire and her straining against him. The fingers in his hair tightened, and suddenly softness was no more. A love mark was placed on the curve of her breast, and she would curse him for it later, but now… oh now, it was only the pleasure of taking and giving, the riding of a wave that was long, until the crash left you weak and limp.
Her fingers slid down to link with his, and through sleepy eyes, she watched him as she took him inside her.
Hermione awoke slowly. Still in her dreamy state, she moved to the person beside her. When she felt the bed cold and empty, she opened her eyes. Tears filled the whiskey colored orbs, and she slid out of bed, shivering as the cool air hit her naked skin, and walked to the closet. As she opened the door, her nostrils were filled with their scent. Floral and ink mixed with the unmistakable smell of male. She pulled one of his shirts off a hanger and wrapped it around herself.
His scent, his presence, enveloped her. She didn’t hear the sobs that filled the room, but she felt the tears course down her face as she slid to the floor, as she closed her eyes. And she saw him, watching with dark eyes that could have been either concern or anger, his arms behind his back in military stance. But when she opened her eyes again, he wasn’t there.
Title: If Only You Were There
Rating: Hard-core PG-13
Summary: He whispered good morning, and she smiled in response, ran a finger down his jaw, then traced the outline of his lips. Teasingly, he took the finger into his mouth and bit lightly.
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Prompt: Dream (dhr100
Prompts Completed: 39/100
Words: 616
Warnings: Disregards for DH epilogue
Disclaimers: JKR owns all, tyvm
Soft sheets curled around her body as she moved against the warm cotton. She nudged herself over, felt her breasts pressed against a naked back. She snuggled against it, wrapped her arms around the person in bed with her, closing her eyes as she leaned her head between shoulder blades. Her hair was tangled, making it feel like a pillow if she rested her head on it. Instead, she closed her eyes, slid her leg up to hook it around the hip of the man beside her. Slight shifting, and he turned to face her.
Here was her love. The sculpted pale face, pointed chin, thin lips, dark eyebrows, stormy grey eyes that cut in two, moonlight-blonde hair. They were pressed together, and with her leg thrown over his hip, he pressed against her womanhood, and she could feel the stirrings of his arousal. He didn’t act on it, but watched her with shadowed eyes.
He whispered good morning, and she smiled in response, ran a finger down his jaw, then traced the outline of his lips. Teasingly, he took the finger into his mouth and bit lightly, then flicked his tongue against the small hurt. She pulled her hand away, only to slide it up into his hair and to pull him closer. The first touch of lips was soft, like a butterfly landing on a shoulder, you almost couldn’t tell it was there. His fingers slid down her back, as he shifted so she was atop him, and came to rest at her bottom. She smiled against his lips, then he left her mouth to kiss his way down her neck, whispering soft endearments all the way. He found her pulse, nipped it lightly, then continued his way, biting down on the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
I love you.
It was whispered, almost as if it was forbidden, but it didn’t slow or speed the process. He trailed his way down to the valley of her breasts, using his tongue to make a line, as if he’d never heard her. Her breathing became fast when he fastened his mouth around her nipple, a sharp gasp as he flicked his tongue over it, and felt that point of fire and her straining against him. The fingers in his hair tightened, and suddenly softness was no more. A love mark was placed on the curve of her breast, and she would curse him for it later, but now… oh now, it was only the pleasure of taking and giving, the riding of a wave that was long, until the crash left you weak and limp.
Her fingers slid down to link with his, and through sleepy eyes, she watched him as she took him inside her.
Hermione awoke slowly. Still in her dreamy state, she moved to the person beside her. When she felt the bed cold and empty, she opened her eyes. Tears filled the whiskey colored orbs, and she slid out of bed, shivering as the cool air hit her naked skin, and walked to the closet. As she opened the door, her nostrils were filled with their scent. Floral and ink mixed with the unmistakable smell of male. She pulled one of his shirts off a hanger and wrapped it around herself.
His scent, his presence, enveloped her. She didn’t hear the sobs that filled the room, but she felt the tears course down her face as she slid to the floor, as she closed her eyes. And she saw him, watching with dark eyes that could have been either concern or anger, his arms behind his back in military stance. But when she opened her eyes again, he wasn’t there.