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Author: Irisri
Title: Falling
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He rose above her, his green eyes glinting in the dark, her hair fisted in his hands…
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Words: 286
Disclaimer: JKR owns all.
Skin slipping together, sweat gleaming, soft moans filling the air as he sucked her skin into his mouth. How could it be this way, she wondered, when everything about it, about them, was wrong? Her eyes closed, his command to open them. He wouldn’t have her pretending he was someone else, he said harshly. How could she tell him that the only person in her head was him when a cry was lodged in her throat, choking any words she could have said? He pressed his fingers against her core, making them slick, and her hips rose with want. His fingers found the bundle of nerves and the moment he touched, she cried out in surprise. She reached for him, he pulled away, only to slide down her body, running his cheek along her sweat-slicked stomach, his breath feathering over her damp skin, down… further.
She whimpered at the first touch of his tongue against her. The thrusting motion had her gripping his hair and she felt him smile. A guttural moan passed through her lips, and the suckling of his mouth, the swipe of his tongue, had her falling over the edge of cliff she’d been teetering on.
He rose above her, his green eyes glinting in the dark, her hair fisted in his hands, her head pulled back so her neck was exposed and he pulled her thrumming pulse into his mouth, and was satisfied when he saw he left his mark on her.
He thrust hard into her, and her mouth formed an ‘O’ of surprise. Then he was moving, tilting her hips so she could receive him deeper, and when they fell together she didn’t hear herself tell him she loved him.
Title: Falling
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He rose above her, his green eyes glinting in the dark, her hair fisted in his hands…
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Words: 286
Disclaimer: JKR owns all.
Skin slipping together, sweat gleaming, soft moans filling the air as he sucked her skin into his mouth. How could it be this way, she wondered, when everything about it, about them, was wrong? Her eyes closed, his command to open them. He wouldn’t have her pretending he was someone else, he said harshly. How could she tell him that the only person in her head was him when a cry was lodged in her throat, choking any words she could have said? He pressed his fingers against her core, making them slick, and her hips rose with want. His fingers found the bundle of nerves and the moment he touched, she cried out in surprise. She reached for him, he pulled away, only to slide down her body, running his cheek along her sweat-slicked stomach, his breath feathering over her damp skin, down… further.
She whimpered at the first touch of his tongue against her. The thrusting motion had her gripping his hair and she felt him smile. A guttural moan passed through her lips, and the suckling of his mouth, the swipe of his tongue, had her falling over the edge of cliff she’d been teetering on.
He rose above her, his green eyes glinting in the dark, her hair fisted in his hands, her head pulled back so her neck was exposed and he pulled her thrumming pulse into his mouth, and was satisfied when he saw he left his mark on her.
He thrust hard into her, and her mouth formed an ‘O’ of surprise. Then he was moving, tilting her hips so she could receive him deeper, and when they fell together she didn’t hear herself tell him she loved him.