Date: August 26, 2005 Character(s): Roger Davies, Hermione Granger Location: Their house Status: Private Summary: Hermione surprises Roger. Completion: Complete
He was seriously considering taking one for the team, because losing sounded more and more appealing if it meant he could put his hands on her. She moaned, and he moved his hand across the front of his boxer shorts where his erection strained, no longer encased in denim.
She said she wanted to see him, but she'd not have needed to ask when his jeans were getting entirely too uncomfortable. He pushed the trousers and boxers down around his hips, and when he passed his thumb over the head of his penis he had the dim notion that this might become a different game entirely. Hermione was no longer wearing her jeans, and as he moved his gaze over her he was met with the sight of her body just the way he liked to see it -- nearly naked and wearing his shirt. She'd certainly learned how to push his buttons after all this time.
"God yes," he hissed, barely registering her mischievous tone as his eyes flicked down to her hand, slowly moving down her torso and over her scar. He was inching unconsciously closer to where she sat, touching herself and watching him. "Love looking at you," he mumbled as he gripped himself lightly, torturously. "So hot when you touch yourself like that."
He was so hard, and they hadn't even touched. The fact that she could arouse him that much just from kissing him and letting him see her naked made her feel so powerful. It was difficult to remember that he'd made this into a game, when all she wanted was to feel his hands on her.
"Like this?" she asked, lightly moving her fingers over the curve of her breast. It had taken months to reach a point when she could do something like this without feeling silly or embarrassed. There were some things she still hadn't done, though she was gradually becoming more open to most of those over time.
"My hand isn't nearly as strong as yours," she said, pouting slightly as she teased her nipple. "It's too smooth and small, not big and rough like yours." She moved her hand down her side and toyed with the hem of her knickers. "My breasts feel so heavy and my...my nipples are so hard." She blushed slightly and glanced down at his hand, watching him tighten his grip around his erection. She licked her lips slowly and glanced up at him. "I wish it was your hand on me instead."
"Yeah," he breathed as he watched her fingers play over her breast. It wasn't something she'd ever done before, not like this, and it was torture to watch and not be able to touch.
"Like my hands, do you?" he asked, gruffly, shifting and moving closer, not at all sure he could keep this game going. "Want to touch you so badly." At her soft words, so shy and sexy, he gripped his cock harder and began to stroke. He watched her move her hand lower and licked his lips, his mouth impossibly dry. "Where do you want me to put my hands? Show me where you want me to touch you."
"Yes, I do," she murmured, watching his face. "I love your hands, when you touch my hair or my face or my body. So strong and rough yet so gentle."
At his whispered words, she smiled. "Then touch me, Roger," she urged, shifting slightly so her hair brushed against one of her breasts. "I want you to put your hands everywhere, all over me. Here and here." She touched her breast and dragged her hand along the crotch of her knickers, which was already damp.
"Where do you want me to touch you?" she asked. "If you touch me, then I'll be able to touch you all over. Your chest or your face or even somewhere lower."
He shook his head slightly as if to clear it, even as his mind went fuzzy at the sight of Hermione showing him where she wanted to be touched. "Fuck," he whispered, deciding in that moment that there was no possible way he could lose this game, no matter how it turned out.
His legs were brushing against hers now, as he'd been steadily closing the distance between them. "You can touch me wherever you want, love," he said, his voice low and emphatic. "Everywhere you want. But god, I've bloody well got to touch you first." He shifted closer and let out a low breath as he put his hands on each of her legs, sliding higher from thighs, to hips, up her torso and over her breasts. Finally.
"Losing feels pretty damned good," he said with a quiet chuckle as he nuzzled beneath the fabric of her shirt to touch his lips to her collarbone.
"Can I?" she whispered as he leaned over her and brushed his lips against hers. She felt his hands on her leg, touching her skin quickly as he moved them higher until he was cupping her breasts. She arched against him, pressing closer, and reached for him. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer.
"Winning feels better," she murmured, laughing softly as she pulled at his shirt to get it off him. She kissed his neck and nibbled his ear. "Do I get my winnings now or another day?"
He lifted his arms and let her tug off his shirt as he laughed. He pushed his jeans the rest of the way down and kicked them off, then settled on top of her again.
"You can collect any time," he said, slipping his hand into her knickers as he pressed down against her, "but I'm not sure I'm done touching you yet." He shifted and began to kiss her neck. She'd not liked it when he'd ripped her knickers the last time, so he hooked his fingers into the fabric and moved it to the side as he began to ease inside of her, groaning at the way she felt around him as he brought his mouth to hers and started to move.
When he laughed, she grinned and shifted into a more comfortable position for what they were about to do on his new sofa. Already, they'd have to use cleaning charms on it, but she didn't mind. The foreplay from not touching had left her tense and needing him to touch, which was all that mattered right now.
"We'll save it for another day," she said, her breath catching as he pressed against her wetness. She tilted her head to the side so he could reach her neck better, and gasped when he moved her knickers to the side and suddenly slid inside her.
"Roger," she hissed, pressing against him as she adjusted to him being inside her. He kissed her and they began to move together.
He heard her say his name in a soft hiss before he kissed her more deeply, curling his tongue around hers. Bracing himself on his elbow, he brought his other hand up to cup her breast and drag his thumb against her nipple in time with his thrusts. She felt amazing, so wet and unbelievably tight around him, and he lost himself in sensation.
After a while, he began to thrust harder, getting closer to his climax. He tilted his hips, making a little grinding motion each time he buried himself in her, and quickening his pace when when he felt her reactions and the answering motion of her hips.
When he caressed her breast, she scratched his back and rolled her hips up to meet his thrusts. The kiss deepened as he began to move faster. It felt amazing, and she moved her leg around him so she could shift and change the angle.
He started entering her more deeply, grinding against her on each thrust. She moaned and kissed his neck, nibbling on his skin as she felt her orgasm approaching. They kept moving faster until she couldn't hold back any longer. She came with a soft cry, holding him against her as she shuddered.
By the time he felt Hermione come, her muscles tightening around him and that telltale quiver in her thighs, he was already thrusting more erratically, already toppling over the edge. He grunted and trembled as he buried himself deep and spilled into her, wrapping an arm around her back and pulling her against him even as she held him tightly.
When she stopped trembling, and he came down from his own orgasm, he lifted his head and brushed her hair out of her face before he kissed her slowly. "Love you," he murmured against her lips, looking at her through heavy lidded eyes. "And you might not be much for games, but you're certainly good at them."
She held him against her as he came, feeling him tense and spill inside her. She needed to make another trip to Barcelona soon to get more potion because neither of them was very good at resisting the urge to shag now that they had their own house and so many places to christen.
When he finished trembling, they kissed slowly. "Love you, too," she murmured. She laughed softly. "Oh, I don't know. I think this was just another of your sneaky games, Davies. The kind where no one really loses."
She kissed him again and brushed her fingers through his hair. "Well, at least we know your new sofa is comfy," she told him with a grin.
She said she wanted to see him, but she'd not have needed to ask when his jeans were getting entirely too uncomfortable. He pushed the trousers and boxers down around his hips, and when he passed his thumb over the head of his penis he had the dim notion that this might become a different game entirely. Hermione was no longer wearing her jeans, and as he moved his gaze over her he was met with the sight of her body just the way he liked to see it -- nearly naked and wearing his shirt. She'd certainly learned how to push his buttons after all this time.
"God yes," he hissed, barely registering her mischievous tone as his eyes flicked down to her hand, slowly moving down her torso and over her scar. He was inching unconsciously closer to where she sat, touching herself and watching him. "Love looking at you," he mumbled as he gripped himself lightly, torturously. "So hot when you touch yourself like that."
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"Like this?" she asked, lightly moving her fingers over the curve of her breast. It had taken months to reach a point when she could do something like this without feeling silly or embarrassed. There were some things she still hadn't done, though she was gradually becoming more open to most of those over time.
"My hand isn't nearly as strong as yours," she said, pouting slightly as she teased her nipple. "It's too smooth and small, not big and rough like yours." She moved her hand down her side and toyed with the hem of her knickers. "My breasts feel so heavy and my...my nipples are so hard." She blushed slightly and glanced down at his hand, watching him tighten his grip around his erection. She licked her lips slowly and glanced up at him. "I wish it was your hand on me instead."
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"Like my hands, do you?" he asked, gruffly, shifting and moving closer, not at all sure he could keep this game going. "Want to touch you so badly." At her soft words, so shy and sexy, he gripped his cock harder and began to stroke. He watched her move her hand lower and licked his lips, his mouth impossibly dry. "Where do you want me to put my hands? Show me where you want me to touch you."
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At his whispered words, she smiled. "Then touch me, Roger," she urged, shifting slightly so her hair brushed against one of her breasts. "I want you to put your hands everywhere, all over me. Here and here." She touched her breast and dragged her hand along the crotch of her knickers, which was already damp.
"Where do you want me to touch you?" she asked. "If you touch me, then I'll be able to touch you all over. Your chest or your face or even somewhere lower."
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His legs were brushing against hers now, as he'd been steadily closing the distance between them. "You can touch me wherever you want, love," he said, his voice low and emphatic. "Everywhere you want. But god, I've bloody well got to touch you first." He shifted closer and let out a low breath as he put his hands on each of her legs, sliding higher from thighs, to hips, up her torso and over her breasts. Finally.
"Losing feels pretty damned good," he said with a quiet chuckle as he nuzzled beneath the fabric of her shirt to touch his lips to her collarbone.
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"Winning feels better," she murmured, laughing softly as she pulled at his shirt to get it off him. She kissed his neck and nibbled his ear. "Do I get my winnings now or another day?"
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"You can collect any time," he said, slipping his hand into her knickers as he pressed down against her, "but I'm not sure I'm done touching you yet." He shifted and began to kiss her neck. She'd not liked it when he'd ripped her knickers the last time, so he hooked his fingers into the fabric and moved it to the side as he began to ease inside of her, groaning at the way she felt around him as he brought his mouth to hers and started to move.
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"We'll save it for another day," she said, her breath catching as he pressed against her wetness. She tilted her head to the side so he could reach her neck better, and gasped when he moved her knickers to the side and suddenly slid inside her.
"Roger," she hissed, pressing against him as she adjusted to him being inside her. He kissed her and they began to move together.
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After a while, he began to thrust harder, getting closer to his climax. He tilted his hips, making a little grinding motion each time he buried himself in her, and quickening his pace when when he felt her reactions and the answering motion of her hips.
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He started entering her more deeply, grinding against her on each thrust. She moaned and kissed his neck, nibbling on his skin as she felt her orgasm approaching. They kept moving faster until she couldn't hold back any longer. She came with a soft cry, holding him against her as she shuddered.
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When she stopped trembling, and he came down from his own orgasm, he lifted his head and brushed her hair out of her face before he kissed her slowly. "Love you," he murmured against her lips, looking at her through heavy lidded eyes. "And you might not be much for games, but you're certainly good at them."
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When he finished trembling, they kissed slowly. "Love you, too," she murmured. She laughed softly. "Oh, I don't know. I think this was just another of your sneaky games, Davies. The kind where no one really loses."
She kissed him again and brushed her fingers through his hair. "Well, at least we know your new sofa is comfy," she told him with a grin.
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