Midday Sun - 1/1 - Adult - Fleur/Hermione
Title: Midday Sun (1/1)
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: While the Englishmen are out in the midday sun, the women retire inside. Fleur/Hermione.
A/N: Written for smut_69 prompt #11: ice.
Word Count: 1452.
Even wandering around the house in her bikini, Fleur was still feeling the heat. It was her favourite bikini - Bill's, too - but it couldn't even cool down the sweltering heat that she was feeling. English summers were so peculiar. Rain-soaked one minute, blisteringly hot the next; the weather was as indecisive as Fleur was about choosing shoes.
Fleur had just pushed on her sunglasses, a pair that she had picked up on her latest trip to Paris, when she heard the sound of bare footsteps on the tiled floor of the kitchen. A slim brunette appeared in the doorway of the living room, smiling. "You look as though you could do with a cold drink, Fleur."
Giving a slight moan of appreciation, Fleur nodded. "Zat sounds fantastic." She looked at Hermione, everything coloured darker by the lenses of her sunglasses. "Why are you not boiling 'ot in those clothes?"
Hermione looked down at her fairly modest shorts and vest. Unlike Fleur, who was showing off a great deal of skin, Hermione's ensemble was a little more practical. "The material's quite thin." She grinned. "And I'm not wearing anything underneath."
Watching as she moved, leaning against the doorframe, Fleur could see that was true, the outline of Hermione's nipples obvious beneath the thin yellow fabric. The colour showed off the light tan than Hermione had picked up, of which Fleur was ever-so-slightly jealous. As much time as she spent in the sun, she never went as dark as Hermione.
"I think I might make a big jug of Pimm's," Hermione continued, twisting a loose curl around her finger. "With lots and lots of ice."
Fleur nodded in agreement. "Where are Bill and Charlie?"
Rolling her eyes, Hermione smiled wryly. "They're still outside sunbathing and listening to the Quidditch match on the wireless." She laughed. "Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun."
"Our 'usbands are clearly mad."
Hermione grinned. "I knew that a long time ago. I'll be back in a minute with the drinks."
Drawing the curtains to make the room darker and cooler, Fleur sank down onto the sofa, the material refreshingly cool on her bare skin. The bright midday sun shone through the yellow curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. Fleur sighed contentedly, stretching out her legs and wiggling her toes. Her toenails were painted a shocking shade of pink, Bill's choice of colour; as she had lain on the bed the previous evening, trying not to laugh, he had meticulously applied the bright colour, a look of extreme concentration on his face.
She slipped her sunglasses off; she had been planning on going back outside with the others, but as Hermione was retiring from the sun for a while, she thought it might be nice to spend a little time inside. Charlie and Bill were most likely going to end up sunburnt, and she didn't want to share in their pain. No, it would be much more amusing to laugh at them when their skin was pink and sore.
Hermione padded back into the room a couple of minutes later with a large jug and two glasses. She sat down beside Fleur, pouring out the drinks. "That's better," she said after a long swallow.
"Did you offer Bill and Charlie any?"
"No. I'll let them get their own. I think the match is quite good at the moment, so they won't be moving for a while."
"Men and Quidditch," said Fleur with a shake of her head. "'Ow can zey get so much pleasure from a silly game?"
Hermione's lips twisted into a smirk. "I can think of something far more pleasurable to be doing on an afternoon like this." She fished an ice cube from her glass, sucking the liquid from it. Drawing the cool cube across her collarbone, her eyes closed and she sighed, feeling the wet trail across her skin.
The cool liquid trail was replaced by something warmer and Hermione's eyes flew open, feeling Fleur lick the water from her skin. Fleur sat back with an impish smile. "You are trying to seduce me," Fleur declared throatily. "Coming in 'ere with no underwear and alcohol." Fleur clucked her tongue in disapproval. "And without our 'usbands 'ere. Shame on you 'Ermione."
"They're busy." Hermione drew the ice cube along Fleur's lower lip. "We've got some time to ourselves."
Fleur licked her lips. "We do," she agreed. "And we have ze ice."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Ice cubes. Feeling creative, are we?" Fleur didn't answer, instead relieving Hermione of her drink and setting down both glasses on the coffee table. She took an ice cube and pushed Hermione back, tracing patterns on her skin with the frozen cube.
Hermione moaned, the icy sensation contrasting with the warmth of Fleur's hand as she slid it under Hermione's vest. "I steell theenk zat you are overdressed," Fleur murmured before capturing Hermione's lips with her own. She tugged on the flimsy material, breaking their hungry kisses to pull it over Hermione's head.
Breasts bared, Fleur started to trace the ice cube around one of Hermione's nipples, watching as it hardened. Hermione whimpered. "Fleur!"
"Mmmm." Fleur lowered her head, switching the ice cube to the other nipple and licking the other one, her hot mouth enveloping the hard nub.
With her back arching, Hermione shifted on the sofa, pushing her chest towards Fleur. "Does eet feel good?" Fleur murmured against Hermione's neck, her hot tongue licking Hermione's neck. "I theenk you taste good." Her hands cupped Hermione's breasts, a familiar weight in her hands. She was a lot more familiar with her sister-in-law than many witches were, their husbands very understanding. Well, either understanding or slightly perverted, but the situation between the four of them was extremely enjoyable whatever the case was.
Fleur nipped and licked at Hermione's skin, letting the ice cube rest in Hermione's navel. Hermione gasped, a trickle of water running down her belly; it was absorbed by the waistband of her cotton shorts. Moving down her body, Fleur took the waistband beneath her teeth, dragging them down. Her hands slid behind Hermione, lifting her slightly, the palms of her hands sliding across Hermione's arse for a moment before she pulled them down her legs, letting them fall to a heap on the floor.
The ice cube continued to melt, the trickle of water becoming steadier. Hermione bit her lip as Fleur fished another ice cube from the jug. Her lips closed around the icy block and her fingers as she sucked the drinks from them. Fleur smirked at her and Hermione felt her heart race with anticipation as Fleur nudged her legs apart. Holding the cube above Hermione's cunt, Fleur let her body heat melt the ice, letting it drip slowly onto Hermione's heated flesh.
Hermione cried out as a cheer rose up from the garden: England were winning the Quidditch match if Bill and Charlie's noise were anything to go by. "Zey would forget all about ze Quidditch eef zey could see you now." Fleur rubbed the ice cube gently along the folds of Hermione's cunt, her hips bucking at the intense cold.
"Fleur, please%u2026" Hermione was quite breathless, her brain threatening to overheat.
"Please what?"
Hermione whimpered, biting her lip. "So cold," she whispered. She squirmed as the ice touched her clit for the briefest of moments.
Fleur dragged the ice cube down Hermione's thigh, the ice melting more rapidly now. "Do you like ze cold?" She moved it in gradually decreasing circles, Hermione's leg trembling slightly.
"I like the warm."
Fleur hummed lightly, bringing the ice back to Hermione's cunt. "I 'ave always 'ad a certain liking for ze cold."
"I might hold you to that later," Hermione ground out, wishing that Fleur would touch her properly.
"I would not expect anytheeng less from you, 'Ermione." Fleur lowered her head, her tongue trailing down Hermione's belly before licking gently at Hermione's wet folds, the last of the ice having melted and mingled with Hermione's own juices. Her tongue flicked at her clit, Hermione mewling in pleasure.
Hermione hips moved against Fleur's ministrations, gasping for air as Fleur's finger snaked inside her. Some vague part of her registered that there was cheering out in the garden, Charlie and Bill's voices barely breaking through the haze of her lust.
"Eng-ger-land! En-ger-land!"
Fleur added a second finger and Hermione came suddenly, her orgasm washing over her as Bill's baritone boomed, "Harry caught the Snitch! Harry caught the Snitch!"
The door was flung open, Fleur still lapping at Hermione's cunt as their husbands came into the room. Hermione could practically hear the smirk in Charlie's voice. "Looks like Fleur did, too."
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: While the Englishmen are out in the midday sun, the women retire inside. Fleur/Hermione.
A/N: Written for smut_69 prompt #11: ice.
Word Count: 1452.
Even wandering around the house in her bikini, Fleur was still feeling the heat. It was her favourite bikini - Bill's, too - but it couldn't even cool down the sweltering heat that she was feeling. English summers were so peculiar. Rain-soaked one minute, blisteringly hot the next; the weather was as indecisive as Fleur was about choosing shoes.
Fleur had just pushed on her sunglasses, a pair that she had picked up on her latest trip to Paris, when she heard the sound of bare footsteps on the tiled floor of the kitchen. A slim brunette appeared in the doorway of the living room, smiling. "You look as though you could do with a cold drink, Fleur."
Giving a slight moan of appreciation, Fleur nodded. "Zat sounds fantastic." She looked at Hermione, everything coloured darker by the lenses of her sunglasses. "Why are you not boiling 'ot in those clothes?"
Hermione looked down at her fairly modest shorts and vest. Unlike Fleur, who was showing off a great deal of skin, Hermione's ensemble was a little more practical. "The material's quite thin." She grinned. "And I'm not wearing anything underneath."
Watching as she moved, leaning against the doorframe, Fleur could see that was true, the outline of Hermione's nipples obvious beneath the thin yellow fabric. The colour showed off the light tan than Hermione had picked up, of which Fleur was ever-so-slightly jealous. As much time as she spent in the sun, she never went as dark as Hermione.
"I think I might make a big jug of Pimm's," Hermione continued, twisting a loose curl around her finger. "With lots and lots of ice."
Fleur nodded in agreement. "Where are Bill and Charlie?"
Rolling her eyes, Hermione smiled wryly. "They're still outside sunbathing and listening to the Quidditch match on the wireless." She laughed. "Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun."
"Our 'usbands are clearly mad."
Hermione grinned. "I knew that a long time ago. I'll be back in a minute with the drinks."
Drawing the curtains to make the room darker and cooler, Fleur sank down onto the sofa, the material refreshingly cool on her bare skin. The bright midday sun shone through the yellow curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. Fleur sighed contentedly, stretching out her legs and wiggling her toes. Her toenails were painted a shocking shade of pink, Bill's choice of colour; as she had lain on the bed the previous evening, trying not to laugh, he had meticulously applied the bright colour, a look of extreme concentration on his face.
She slipped her sunglasses off; she had been planning on going back outside with the others, but as Hermione was retiring from the sun for a while, she thought it might be nice to spend a little time inside. Charlie and Bill were most likely going to end up sunburnt, and she didn't want to share in their pain. No, it would be much more amusing to laugh at them when their skin was pink and sore.
Hermione padded back into the room a couple of minutes later with a large jug and two glasses. She sat down beside Fleur, pouring out the drinks. "That's better," she said after a long swallow.
"Did you offer Bill and Charlie any?"
"No. I'll let them get their own. I think the match is quite good at the moment, so they won't be moving for a while."
"Men and Quidditch," said Fleur with a shake of her head. "'Ow can zey get so much pleasure from a silly game?"
Hermione's lips twisted into a smirk. "I can think of something far more pleasurable to be doing on an afternoon like this." She fished an ice cube from her glass, sucking the liquid from it. Drawing the cool cube across her collarbone, her eyes closed and she sighed, feeling the wet trail across her skin.
The cool liquid trail was replaced by something warmer and Hermione's eyes flew open, feeling Fleur lick the water from her skin. Fleur sat back with an impish smile. "You are trying to seduce me," Fleur declared throatily. "Coming in 'ere with no underwear and alcohol." Fleur clucked her tongue in disapproval. "And without our 'usbands 'ere. Shame on you 'Ermione."
"They're busy." Hermione drew the ice cube along Fleur's lower lip. "We've got some time to ourselves."
Fleur licked her lips. "We do," she agreed. "And we have ze ice."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Ice cubes. Feeling creative, are we?" Fleur didn't answer, instead relieving Hermione of her drink and setting down both glasses on the coffee table. She took an ice cube and pushed Hermione back, tracing patterns on her skin with the frozen cube.
Hermione moaned, the icy sensation contrasting with the warmth of Fleur's hand as she slid it under Hermione's vest. "I steell theenk zat you are overdressed," Fleur murmured before capturing Hermione's lips with her own. She tugged on the flimsy material, breaking their hungry kisses to pull it over Hermione's head.
Breasts bared, Fleur started to trace the ice cube around one of Hermione's nipples, watching as it hardened. Hermione whimpered. "Fleur!"
"Mmmm." Fleur lowered her head, switching the ice cube to the other nipple and licking the other one, her hot mouth enveloping the hard nub.
With her back arching, Hermione shifted on the sofa, pushing her chest towards Fleur. "Does eet feel good?" Fleur murmured against Hermione's neck, her hot tongue licking Hermione's neck. "I theenk you taste good." Her hands cupped Hermione's breasts, a familiar weight in her hands. She was a lot more familiar with her sister-in-law than many witches were, their husbands very understanding. Well, either understanding or slightly perverted, but the situation between the four of them was extremely enjoyable whatever the case was.
Fleur nipped and licked at Hermione's skin, letting the ice cube rest in Hermione's navel. Hermione gasped, a trickle of water running down her belly; it was absorbed by the waistband of her cotton shorts. Moving down her body, Fleur took the waistband beneath her teeth, dragging them down. Her hands slid behind Hermione, lifting her slightly, the palms of her hands sliding across Hermione's arse for a moment before she pulled them down her legs, letting them fall to a heap on the floor.
The ice cube continued to melt, the trickle of water becoming steadier. Hermione bit her lip as Fleur fished another ice cube from the jug. Her lips closed around the icy block and her fingers as she sucked the drinks from them. Fleur smirked at her and Hermione felt her heart race with anticipation as Fleur nudged her legs apart. Holding the cube above Hermione's cunt, Fleur let her body heat melt the ice, letting it drip slowly onto Hermione's heated flesh.
Hermione cried out as a cheer rose up from the garden: England were winning the Quidditch match if Bill and Charlie's noise were anything to go by. "Zey would forget all about ze Quidditch eef zey could see you now." Fleur rubbed the ice cube gently along the folds of Hermione's cunt, her hips bucking at the intense cold.
"Fleur, please%u2026" Hermione was quite breathless, her brain threatening to overheat.
"Please what?"
Hermione whimpered, biting her lip. "So cold," she whispered. She squirmed as the ice touched her clit for the briefest of moments.
Fleur dragged the ice cube down Hermione's thigh, the ice melting more rapidly now. "Do you like ze cold?" She moved it in gradually decreasing circles, Hermione's leg trembling slightly.
"I like the warm."
Fleur hummed lightly, bringing the ice back to Hermione's cunt. "I 'ave always 'ad a certain liking for ze cold."
"I might hold you to that later," Hermione ground out, wishing that Fleur would touch her properly.
"I would not expect anytheeng less from you, 'Ermione." Fleur lowered her head, her tongue trailing down Hermione's belly before licking gently at Hermione's wet folds, the last of the ice having melted and mingled with Hermione's own juices. Her tongue flicked at her clit, Hermione mewling in pleasure.
Hermione hips moved against Fleur's ministrations, gasping for air as Fleur's finger snaked inside her. Some vague part of her registered that there was cheering out in the garden, Charlie and Bill's voices barely breaking through the haze of her lust.
"Eng-ger-land! En-ger-land!"
Fleur added a second finger and Hermione came suddenly, her orgasm washing over her as Bill's baritone boomed, "Harry caught the Snitch! Harry caught the Snitch!"
The door was flung open, Fleur still lapping at Hermione's cunt as their husbands came into the room. Hermione could practically hear the smirk in Charlie's voice. "Looks like Fleur did, too."