Coffee and Commitments - 4/5 - Adult - Adrian/Hermione
Title: Coffee and Commitments (4/5)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: When people and relationships are changing around you, at least the coffee stays the same. Adrian/Hermione.
Word Count: 1761.
“You know,” Hermione said, sipping her coffee, “I don’t think that I’ve seen Ron move that fast since… since we were being chased by Death Eaters and running for our lives.”
Adrian nodded sagely. “Yeah. Pansy has that sort of effect on people.”
Hermione laughed, moving to kiss him. “Breakfast smells good,” she remarked.
His hands came to rest on her hips. “Thanks.” He kissed her forehead. “Fancy working up an appetite first?”
“The bacon’s burning.”
Adrian scrabbled behind him, turning off the stove and shoving the frying pan away from the heat. “We’ll cook more.” The toast popped up. “I’ll do more toast, too.” His hands slipped around from her hips to rest on her arse, squeezing gently. “What do you think?”
She bit her lip. “Yeah.” She looked a little worried. “I didn’t mean to turn you down last night. I just… couldn’t do it with Ron in the next room.”
Smirking, Adrian asked, “Because you’re a screamer?”
Hermione scowled, hitting him on the arm. “I’m not a screamer.”
“I bet you are.” He brushed his lips against hers, kissing a trail along her jaw. “I bet you lose control, falling apart under all the right touches.” His fingers tangled in her hair.
“I don’t scream,” she insisted.
“I bet I can make you.”
Adrian’s kisses were making her dizzy, her head falling back as he peppered kisses down her neck. “I think I’ll take you up on that bet,” she managed to gasp out. He smiled against her neck, pushing her towards the bedroom.
He tugged gently on the belt of her dressing gown, making Hermione pull the material tighter around her. “You know I’m not wearing anything under this.”
He smirked. “Oh, yes. I knew that.” Adrian managed to slip his hand under the material, his hand resting on her side, gently stroking the skin. He felt Hermione gasp and carefully moved his hand upwards, cupping her breast. Hermione whimpered as he ran a thumb over her nipple. “You can still say ‘no’.”
“It’s been a while,” Hermione admitted breathlessly. “A while since…”
“Since anyone but you?” The blush that rose on Hermione’s cheeks answered his question. “I’ll be gentle.” His hands slipped back down to her hips, pulling her flush against his body. Hermione whimpered, feeling his erection pressing against her thigh. “Or you can tell me to stop.”
Hermione shook her head, her arms slipping around his neck as she kissed him. “Not going to tell you to stop.” She lingered for a moment, breathing in. Even though he had showered, there was indefinably Adrian about the way he smelled. Her hands trailed down his back, his skin smooth to the touch. Last night, they had fallen asleep fully-dressed, Adrian’s arms wrapped around her. Now, though, Hermione was desperate to touch as much skin as possible.
As her hands slipped beneath the waistband of his trousers, Adrian rolled his hips, surprising Hermione. She laughed and pushed him back onto the bed, grinning down at him.
“Let me see you, pet.”
Her hands gently held the edge of the dressing gown. For a moment, Hermione was slightly apprehensive, knowing that she could stop it now. His blue eyes were watching her intently - the colour was entirely natural, he had assured her, although it was quite the conversation-starter - and she licked her lips, letting the heavy material fall in a heap to the floor.
She looked apprehensively at him. Her physical appearance had never been something of which she was particularly proud, instead preferring to rely on her academic skills. She knew her breasts were a fairly decent size and there was a bit of a fashion for curvy hips at the moment, but she never liked to dwell on her figure.
Adrian smiled, holding out hand. “Well? Are you just going to stand there and let me admire your body or let me appreciate it on the bed?”
With a nervous giggle, Hermione took Adrian’s hand, climbing onto the bed. He kissed her softly, his hand cupping her breast, again running his thumb over her hardening nipple. Adrian’s other hand stroked her back, pulling her closer. “You nervous, pet?”
“A bit, yeah,” she agreed.
“Yeah, me too.” Adrian grinned, kissing her harder, his hips rising up so that Hermione could help tug his boxers off. With a rather un-Hermione-like giggle, she flung the dark blue material to the floor, her hand resting a little more hesitantly on his hips. “You can touch it, you know,” he teased.
Hermione rubbed her nose against his. “I know. Just biding my time.”
He gave her breast a light squeeze, rolling them so that he was on top of her. He lowered his head, kissing a slow trail along her collarbone. Adrian felt Hermione sigh contentedly and smiled against her skin, nipping lightly at her shoulder. Her fingers tangled in his hair, his styling product slightly crunchy beneath her fingers. She laughed at this, having imagined that it would feel different.
A little annoyed, Adrian lightly slapped her thigh. “No laughing,” he growled. “You’ll hurt my ego.”
“I think your ego’s big enough for the both of us.”
“Is not.”
“Is.”
“Is not.”
Hermione tried to retort, but the word failed in her mouth as Adrian’s mouth closed around her nipple, sucking gently. She gave a low groan, her grip on his hair tightening slightly as her eyes closed. Adrian’s tongue circled the sensitive nub, teasing it and making Hermione’s back arch.
How long has it been? Months and months and months. As Adrian switched his attentions to her other nipple, his fingers lightly skimmed her thigh, moving higher. Who was the last person to touch me like this? Must have been Roger. Rough hands and cold feet that used to wake me up in the middle of the night.
Adrian lifted his head. “You alright, pet? You seem a bit distant.”
Hermione nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just… I’m fine.” She smiled nervously, wanting to get back to the task at hand. She blushed, a little ashamed of thinking of sex almost like business when it most certainly wasn’t. “Thought you said that you were going to make me scream?”
He traced patterns on her thigh with his fingertips, gently nudging her legs further apart. “After very careful consideration, I’ve decided to leave that until later. We’ve got all day and I… want to savour this the first time.”
Kissing her sternum, Adrian started to kiss down her body, tongue dipping into her navel for a moment as he parted her thighs. Hermione felt his breath on her wet folds; her breath caught in her chest. As his tongue started to explore, she let out a sigh of relief. One sort of tension seemed to leaving her body, another - much more pleasurable - sort starting to build up as he lapped at her clit.
Hermione’s fingers tangled in his hair, which was soft without his styling product. It almost slipped from her fingers, silkier than her own. She could feel herself getting even wetter under his touches. He was gently caressing her thighs, his hands warm and strangely comforting.
With a slightly impatient whine, Hermione tugged on his hair. “Don’t want to come yet.” Her voice was breathless, more wanton than she ever remembered hearing it before.
Adrian pressed a kiss to her thigh. “Tell me what you want, pet.”
“You know what I want.” She pulled lightly on his hair again, trying to bring him up to her level. His lips were glistening and she wanted to kiss him, to taste herself on his lips. Hermione was surprised at this thought, the idea normally turning her off. Something about Adrian was different. Something about Adrian had always been different.
“Tell.”
“I… I want you inside me.”
He smiled, kissing her other thigh. “Anything for you, pet.” This admission took Adrian by surprise. He’d been somewhat reluctant to accept his changing feelings for Hermione - least of all because that would mean that Blaise was right, and if there was one thing he didn’t want to give up it was his pride - but he was starting to realise just how deeply he had fallen for her.
Her fingers brushed his chin, shaking slightly. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
Adrian kissed her fingertips, drawing them into his mouth and sucking gently. “Yeah.” He nipped at her finger, moving up her body. “And you talk too much.”
“Make me shut up, then.” her tone was as challenging as she could manage.
He pushed inside her almost roughly, taking her by surprise. Hermione cried out and Adrian captured her lips with his, waiting for a moment as she adjusted to him. His forehead rested against hers. “That stopped you talking.”
Hermione wanted to glare at him, she really did. She was too over whelmed, though. Instead of glaring, she bucked her hips with an impatient whine. Adrian gave a grunt, starting to move. He’d said that he wanted to savour this time, but he couldn’t stop now, his head resting in the crook of her neck as he thrust into her.
One hand gripping his hair, the other scrabbling at his arm, Hermione’s hips moved to meet his, knowing that everything was going to change irrevocably. She didn’t care. Now, she just needed more. More. More. Adrian.
Adrian kissed her neck, sucking gently on the skin, some primal part of him wanting to leave a mark. Hermione whimpered, feeling tension start to coil in her belly. She wasn’t lying when she said it had been a long time. It had been months, too, since she had wanted to do anything by herself.
The tension snapped suddenly and Hermione gasped, her back stiffening. Adrian finished with another half dozen thrusts, feeling her clench around him. He lay still, breathing heavily. When Hermione made a sound of contentment, Adrian smiled, moving to spoon up beside her.
Hermione was still buzzing from her orgasm, sighing as she felt Adrian’s arm wrap around her waist. “Did we just have sex?”
“Mmm. I think we did, pet.”
“How did that happen?”
“Still trying to figure than one out.” Adrian kissed her softly. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”
Hermione smiled. “I’ve got the rest of the day off. I suppose you’re going to have to spend the rest of the day re-doing your hair.”
“I was thinking of something more along the lines of staying in bed all day.” His fingers traced circles around her navel. “Sound good?”
“Perfect.”
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Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: When people and relationships are changing around you, at least the coffee stays the same. Adrian/Hermione.
Word Count: 1761.
“You know,” Hermione said, sipping her coffee, “I don’t think that I’ve seen Ron move that fast since… since we were being chased by Death Eaters and running for our lives.”
Adrian nodded sagely. “Yeah. Pansy has that sort of effect on people.”
Hermione laughed, moving to kiss him. “Breakfast smells good,” she remarked.
His hands came to rest on her hips. “Thanks.” He kissed her forehead. “Fancy working up an appetite first?”
“The bacon’s burning.”
Adrian scrabbled behind him, turning off the stove and shoving the frying pan away from the heat. “We’ll cook more.” The toast popped up. “I’ll do more toast, too.” His hands slipped around from her hips to rest on her arse, squeezing gently. “What do you think?”
She bit her lip. “Yeah.” She looked a little worried. “I didn’t mean to turn you down last night. I just… couldn’t do it with Ron in the next room.”
Smirking, Adrian asked, “Because you’re a screamer?”
Hermione scowled, hitting him on the arm. “I’m not a screamer.”
“I bet you are.” He brushed his lips against hers, kissing a trail along her jaw. “I bet you lose control, falling apart under all the right touches.” His fingers tangled in her hair.
“I don’t scream,” she insisted.
“I bet I can make you.”
Adrian’s kisses were making her dizzy, her head falling back as he peppered kisses down her neck. “I think I’ll take you up on that bet,” she managed to gasp out. He smiled against her neck, pushing her towards the bedroom.
He tugged gently on the belt of her dressing gown, making Hermione pull the material tighter around her. “You know I’m not wearing anything under this.”
He smirked. “Oh, yes. I knew that.” Adrian managed to slip his hand under the material, his hand resting on her side, gently stroking the skin. He felt Hermione gasp and carefully moved his hand upwards, cupping her breast. Hermione whimpered as he ran a thumb over her nipple. “You can still say ‘no’.”
“It’s been a while,” Hermione admitted breathlessly. “A while since…”
“Since anyone but you?” The blush that rose on Hermione’s cheeks answered his question. “I’ll be gentle.” His hands slipped back down to her hips, pulling her flush against his body. Hermione whimpered, feeling his erection pressing against her thigh. “Or you can tell me to stop.”
Hermione shook her head, her arms slipping around his neck as she kissed him. “Not going to tell you to stop.” She lingered for a moment, breathing in. Even though he had showered, there was indefinably Adrian about the way he smelled. Her hands trailed down his back, his skin smooth to the touch. Last night, they had fallen asleep fully-dressed, Adrian’s arms wrapped around her. Now, though, Hermione was desperate to touch as much skin as possible.
As her hands slipped beneath the waistband of his trousers, Adrian rolled his hips, surprising Hermione. She laughed and pushed him back onto the bed, grinning down at him.
“Let me see you, pet.”
Her hands gently held the edge of the dressing gown. For a moment, Hermione was slightly apprehensive, knowing that she could stop it now. His blue eyes were watching her intently - the colour was entirely natural, he had assured her, although it was quite the conversation-starter - and she licked her lips, letting the heavy material fall in a heap to the floor.
She looked apprehensively at him. Her physical appearance had never been something of which she was particularly proud, instead preferring to rely on her academic skills. She knew her breasts were a fairly decent size and there was a bit of a fashion for curvy hips at the moment, but she never liked to dwell on her figure.
Adrian smiled, holding out hand. “Well? Are you just going to stand there and let me admire your body or let me appreciate it on the bed?”
With a nervous giggle, Hermione took Adrian’s hand, climbing onto the bed. He kissed her softly, his hand cupping her breast, again running his thumb over her hardening nipple. Adrian’s other hand stroked her back, pulling her closer. “You nervous, pet?”
“A bit, yeah,” she agreed.
“Yeah, me too.” Adrian grinned, kissing her harder, his hips rising up so that Hermione could help tug his boxers off. With a rather un-Hermione-like giggle, she flung the dark blue material to the floor, her hand resting a little more hesitantly on his hips. “You can touch it, you know,” he teased.
Hermione rubbed her nose against his. “I know. Just biding my time.”
He gave her breast a light squeeze, rolling them so that he was on top of her. He lowered his head, kissing a slow trail along her collarbone. Adrian felt Hermione sigh contentedly and smiled against her skin, nipping lightly at her shoulder. Her fingers tangled in his hair, his styling product slightly crunchy beneath her fingers. She laughed at this, having imagined that it would feel different.
A little annoyed, Adrian lightly slapped her thigh. “No laughing,” he growled. “You’ll hurt my ego.”
“I think your ego’s big enough for the both of us.”
“Is not.”
“Is.”
“Is not.”
Hermione tried to retort, but the word failed in her mouth as Adrian’s mouth closed around her nipple, sucking gently. She gave a low groan, her grip on his hair tightening slightly as her eyes closed. Adrian’s tongue circled the sensitive nub, teasing it and making Hermione’s back arch.
How long has it been? Months and months and months. As Adrian switched his attentions to her other nipple, his fingers lightly skimmed her thigh, moving higher. Who was the last person to touch me like this? Must have been Roger. Rough hands and cold feet that used to wake me up in the middle of the night.
Adrian lifted his head. “You alright, pet? You seem a bit distant.”
Hermione nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just… I’m fine.” She smiled nervously, wanting to get back to the task at hand. She blushed, a little ashamed of thinking of sex almost like business when it most certainly wasn’t. “Thought you said that you were going to make me scream?”
He traced patterns on her thigh with his fingertips, gently nudging her legs further apart. “After very careful consideration, I’ve decided to leave that until later. We’ve got all day and I… want to savour this the first time.”
Kissing her sternum, Adrian started to kiss down her body, tongue dipping into her navel for a moment as he parted her thighs. Hermione felt his breath on her wet folds; her breath caught in her chest. As his tongue started to explore, she let out a sigh of relief. One sort of tension seemed to leaving her body, another - much more pleasurable - sort starting to build up as he lapped at her clit.
Hermione’s fingers tangled in his hair, which was soft without his styling product. It almost slipped from her fingers, silkier than her own. She could feel herself getting even wetter under his touches. He was gently caressing her thighs, his hands warm and strangely comforting.
With a slightly impatient whine, Hermione tugged on his hair. “Don’t want to come yet.” Her voice was breathless, more wanton than she ever remembered hearing it before.
Adrian pressed a kiss to her thigh. “Tell me what you want, pet.”
“You know what I want.” She pulled lightly on his hair again, trying to bring him up to her level. His lips were glistening and she wanted to kiss him, to taste herself on his lips. Hermione was surprised at this thought, the idea normally turning her off. Something about Adrian was different. Something about Adrian had always been different.
“Tell.”
“I… I want you inside me.”
He smiled, kissing her other thigh. “Anything for you, pet.” This admission took Adrian by surprise. He’d been somewhat reluctant to accept his changing feelings for Hermione - least of all because that would mean that Blaise was right, and if there was one thing he didn’t want to give up it was his pride - but he was starting to realise just how deeply he had fallen for her.
Her fingers brushed his chin, shaking slightly. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
Adrian kissed her fingertips, drawing them into his mouth and sucking gently. “Yeah.” He nipped at her finger, moving up her body. “And you talk too much.”
“Make me shut up, then.” her tone was as challenging as she could manage.
He pushed inside her almost roughly, taking her by surprise. Hermione cried out and Adrian captured her lips with his, waiting for a moment as she adjusted to him. His forehead rested against hers. “That stopped you talking.”
Hermione wanted to glare at him, she really did. She was too over whelmed, though. Instead of glaring, she bucked her hips with an impatient whine. Adrian gave a grunt, starting to move. He’d said that he wanted to savour this time, but he couldn’t stop now, his head resting in the crook of her neck as he thrust into her.
One hand gripping his hair, the other scrabbling at his arm, Hermione’s hips moved to meet his, knowing that everything was going to change irrevocably. She didn’t care. Now, she just needed more. More. More. Adrian.
Adrian kissed her neck, sucking gently on the skin, some primal part of him wanting to leave a mark. Hermione whimpered, feeling tension start to coil in her belly. She wasn’t lying when she said it had been a long time. It had been months, too, since she had wanted to do anything by herself.
The tension snapped suddenly and Hermione gasped, her back stiffening. Adrian finished with another half dozen thrusts, feeling her clench around him. He lay still, breathing heavily. When Hermione made a sound of contentment, Adrian smiled, moving to spoon up beside her.
Hermione was still buzzing from her orgasm, sighing as she felt Adrian’s arm wrap around her waist. “Did we just have sex?”
“Mmm. I think we did, pet.”
“How did that happen?”
“Still trying to figure than one out.” Adrian kissed her softly. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”
Hermione smiled. “I’ve got the rest of the day off. I suppose you’re going to have to spend the rest of the day re-doing your hair.”
“I was thinking of something more along the lines of staying in bed all day.” His fingers traced circles around her navel. “Sound good?”
“Perfect.”
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