Time to Live (Hermione/Charlie, NWS) Fic+Art
Title:Time to Live
PairingHermione/Charlie
Rate:R (fic and pic)
Summary:Hermione has decided they need to stop whatever is going on before things turn too serious.
Media:PS
Beta:writermerrin
Warnings:Nudity (pic) and sexual intercourse (for the fic)
Word Count: 1,515
AN: I wrote it for laikmarei for sexy_brilliance fest. The style is a little diferent of my usual stuff, but I liked the result. The drawing didn't end the way I planned, but- oh well.
Let me know what you think. :)
Ah, it's totally off-topic but I will use this opportunity and pimp about my new comm.. It’s called potter_news, and it is a newsletter centered on Harry. ^.^
TIME TO LIVE
Hermione has decided it’s a farewell dinner. ‘It’s for the best,’ she thinks over and over.
‘It’s for the best,’ she tries to assure herself.
She looks at him. He is smiling.
She wants to cry.
She has always been so proud of her self control, why is it so difficult now? She looks down at her lap, suddenly afraid of herself. Charlie’s supposed to be only a friend. Even their kisses mean nothing. She sighs and bites her lower lip lightly, her gaze turning up once again at him.
She needs to say it’s better if they stop seeing each other.
Hermione’s heart is beating fast.
She wants to kiss him.
They need to stop whatever is going on before things turn too serious.
He’s talking. She needs to touch him at least one more time.
He asks something.
Hermione forces a smile, and takes a sip of her wine.
“Are you alright?” he asks, his hand slowly reaching out to hers.
“Yes,” she lies, and he knows it.
There’s silence.
She takes another sip.
Charlie sighs, closing his eyes briefly. “Hermione,” his voice is low, and sounds like a whisper. He opens his eyes and looks down at her hand within his.
Hermione looks at him and bites her lips. “I’m scared,” she confesses, her voice trembling a little. “I’m afraid.”
Charlie frowns, looking surprise and concerned. “Of what?”
“Of being hurt,” she says in an almost inaudible whisper.
He rises abruptly, and then kneels before her.
“I would never hurt you, Hermione.” Gently, he touches her face, running his fingers up and down her wet cheeks.
Her eyes are half closed at his touch, feeling warm vibrations spread through her body. She pushes his hand away, not trusting herself. “You don’t know it,” her voice is small, but there’s a hint of defiance within her words. “Never is a long time, Charlie.” Hermione stands up, and turns to walk away.
He grabs her arm, and pulls her back. “Please, Charlie,” her voice is thick, “it’s better if I go home.”
His grip tightens and he says, “Yes, Hermione, never is a long time.” She looks at him. Seeing that there’s no more resistance, he lets go of his grip.
“He also said he would never hurt me, Charlie!” she cried. “And look what happened! He left me alone, with two children! He said he would never leave me...”
She stands there, staring down at her hands, through her tears.
He places his finger under her chin and tilts her head to look at him. “He didn’t want to die.” Charlie suppresses a sigh, looking tired. “I can’t fight against a dead man, Hermione.” His hand drops heavily to his side.
“I’ve always believed that you love only once,” she speaks. “I’ve always believed that love is a one-time thing. You love once and forever until the end of your days.” She sighs, and blinks her tears. “I’m not supposed to fall in a love again.” There’s a tender pleading in her teary eye, and a slight blush began to bloom on her cheeks
Charlie leans closer to her. “You are supposed to be happy,” he whispers softly, his hand lifts up, his fingers gently touching her lips. “To be loved.”
His eyes bore on hers; then he lowers his lips to hers, meeting them faintly parted. “Loved,” he repeats. His voice was deep and masculine, sending a shiver through her spine; her previous concerns melting away.
It’s time to live.
“Charlie,” she murmurs, her lips barely touching his, her voice and breath captured by his slightly opened mouth, “love me.”
He grins, and reaches a hand behind her neck, pulling her towards him. Their lips met in a searing, passionate kiss. She has her fingers lost in his red hair, and he wraps his arms around her waist.
She moans against him, opening her lips a little, and Charlie slides his tongue inside her mouth.
The kiss grows more passionate, their tongues dancing together wildly. Their breathing is thick, and he breaks the kiss with a low moan, the pleasure sparking through his body. He nibbles playfully the crook of her neck
“Hermione,” he groans against her smooth skin, his arousal brushing her between the thighs.
Her eyes close, and a soft sigh of pleasure escapes her lips. She feels the dampness in her knickers, a desperate need for him inside her.
For the first time, after so long, Hermione feels truly alive.
“Charlie, please...”
He smirks and slides a hand under knees, picking her up, and carrying her to the bedroom.
Leisurely, he moves her to the bed; caringly, he pushes her shoulders to the mattress.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yes,” she says her eyes half closed. “I need you.” And it’s true. Hermione has wanted and needed him for a long time.
When she became widowed, she obligated herself to not love anyone else, anymore. Her chance at love was finished.
Hermione didn't know exactly when she had fallen in love; when she had started to deny herself. She had analyzed their ‘situation,’ her feelings hundreds of times, trying to find a solution, an answer to that growing desire inside her.
Charlie’s supposed to be a good friend. Maybe some kisses, but not more than that.
Charlie whispers something she can’t understand and strokes her stomach gently, pulling off her shirt over her head. He straddles her thighs, darting his hand up and down her sides. He then lingers above her, finding her lips with his.
The kiss is gentle and soft; his hand travels up and down her back, allowing him to find her bra’s clasp and free her breasts.
Charlie slips one hand to the front of her body, and he begins to suck harder on her lip as his hand forms around her breasts.
He pulls his lips away from hers and starts trailing tender kisses down her neck, throat and chest. With a passionate and hungry desire, Charlie takes one nipple into his mouth sucking on. Hermione whimpers, arching her back off the bed. Charlie grins, continuing to trail his mouth down her stomach.
He stops a moment and lifts his shirt over his head before returning to his ministrations.
Hermione licks her lips in a somewhat agonizing and pleasurable expectation as she feels Charlie’s fingers playing with her pants’ waistline.
Her heart accelerates as he slowly starts to undo her bottoms, pulling off her jeans.
She smiles in bliss, and he runs his hand underneath the sides of her knickers.
“Ohhh...” Hermione moans as he leans downs and kisses her thigh moving smoothly up her thigh to her knickers, carefully lowers them over her hips.
“Ohhh...” He tilts his head closer to her intimacy, kissing her folds. “Ohhh...” she starts to move underneath him, stifling moans. He continues to kiss, spreading her legs just sufficiently to allow his tongue inside her.
Even louder moans escape her and she contracts her muscles tightly around his tongue. Hermione breathes hard, and her body quivers in delight.
Hermione doesn’t know how much longer she can take this. She wants to scream as she feels Charlie’s sucking her juices even harder and more hungrily.
“Oh god...” she whimpers, sensing the wet touching of his tongue twisting roughly inside her more intimate place.
Unable to hold on anymore, Hermione lets out a loud cry of pleasure.
Slowly, Charlie takes his tongue off her and with a silky movement pulls down his trousers and boxers.
“You taste so good,” he grins slyly and he adjusts himself between her legs, placing his chin just near her breasts and takes her nipple in his mouth, nibbling it.
Hermione has her arms around his shoulders, kissing him passionately, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Charlie groans from sheer pleasure and slides inside her, in a slow, rhythmic thrusting Hermione reacts with a loud moan.
“Merlin, Hermione,” Charlie groans against her lips, “you feel so good.”
His senses his climax about to come, but Charlie holds himself, continuing to kiss and caress her.
“I love you,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion, as he buries himself deep inside her, and Hermione feels the orgasm hitting her body hard, and Charlie finally spills himself inside her.
Slowly they part, and Charlie rolls over onto his side and pulls Hermione to his chest.
They are breathing hard, but smiling.
“I love you,” he repeats, brushing out a strand of her soaked hair from her eyes. She knows he isn’t asking for a reply, but she can see there’s hope in his eyes.
“I’m learning to love you,” is her truthful answer. “I’m allowing myself to love you.”
He stays in silence for a moment, and then nods, satisfied with her answer.
“It’s good enough for me,” he says, closing his eyes, a content smile on his lips. Hermione sighs and snuggles against his chest, wondering what will happen now.
She still feels fear- of being hurt, of hurting her children, her friends, of what the others could think.
But she is allowing herself to- at least- try.
Finis.
PairingHermione/Charlie
Rate:R (fic and pic)
Summary:Hermione has decided they need to stop whatever is going on before things turn too serious.
Media:PS
Beta:writermerrin
Warnings:Nudity (pic) and sexual intercourse (for the fic)
Word Count: 1,515
AN: I wrote it for laikmarei for sexy_brilliance fest. The style is a little diferent of my usual stuff, but I liked the result. The drawing didn't end the way I planned, but- oh well.
Let me know what you think. :)
Ah, it's totally off-topic but I will use this opportunity and pimp about my new comm.. It’s called potter_news, and it is a newsletter centered on Harry. ^.^
TIME TO LIVE
Hermione has decided it’s a farewell dinner. ‘It’s for the best,’ she thinks over and over.
‘It’s for the best,’ she tries to assure herself.
She looks at him. He is smiling.
She wants to cry.
She has always been so proud of her self control, why is it so difficult now? She looks down at her lap, suddenly afraid of herself. Charlie’s supposed to be only a friend. Even their kisses mean nothing. She sighs and bites her lower lip lightly, her gaze turning up once again at him.
She needs to say it’s better if they stop seeing each other.
Hermione’s heart is beating fast.
She wants to kiss him.
They need to stop whatever is going on before things turn too serious.
He’s talking. She needs to touch him at least one more time.
He asks something.
Hermione forces a smile, and takes a sip of her wine.
“Are you alright?” he asks, his hand slowly reaching out to hers.
“Yes,” she lies, and he knows it.
There’s silence.
She takes another sip.
Charlie sighs, closing his eyes briefly. “Hermione,” his voice is low, and sounds like a whisper. He opens his eyes and looks down at her hand within his.
Hermione looks at him and bites her lips. “I’m scared,” she confesses, her voice trembling a little. “I’m afraid.”
Charlie frowns, looking surprise and concerned. “Of what?”
“Of being hurt,” she says in an almost inaudible whisper.
He rises abruptly, and then kneels before her.
“I would never hurt you, Hermione.” Gently, he touches her face, running his fingers up and down her wet cheeks.
Her eyes are half closed at his touch, feeling warm vibrations spread through her body. She pushes his hand away, not trusting herself. “You don’t know it,” her voice is small, but there’s a hint of defiance within her words. “Never is a long time, Charlie.” Hermione stands up, and turns to walk away.
He grabs her arm, and pulls her back. “Please, Charlie,” her voice is thick, “it’s better if I go home.”
His grip tightens and he says, “Yes, Hermione, never is a long time.” She looks at him. Seeing that there’s no more resistance, he lets go of his grip.
“He also said he would never hurt me, Charlie!” she cried. “And look what happened! He left me alone, with two children! He said he would never leave me...”
She stands there, staring down at her hands, through her tears.
He places his finger under her chin and tilts her head to look at him. “He didn’t want to die.” Charlie suppresses a sigh, looking tired. “I can’t fight against a dead man, Hermione.” His hand drops heavily to his side.
“I’ve always believed that you love only once,” she speaks. “I’ve always believed that love is a one-time thing. You love once and forever until the end of your days.” She sighs, and blinks her tears. “I’m not supposed to fall in a love again.” There’s a tender pleading in her teary eye, and a slight blush began to bloom on her cheeks
Charlie leans closer to her. “You are supposed to be happy,” he whispers softly, his hand lifts up, his fingers gently touching her lips. “To be loved.”
His eyes bore on hers; then he lowers his lips to hers, meeting them faintly parted. “Loved,” he repeats. His voice was deep and masculine, sending a shiver through her spine; her previous concerns melting away.
It’s time to live.
“Charlie,” she murmurs, her lips barely touching his, her voice and breath captured by his slightly opened mouth, “love me.”
He grins, and reaches a hand behind her neck, pulling her towards him. Their lips met in a searing, passionate kiss. She has her fingers lost in his red hair, and he wraps his arms around her waist.
She moans against him, opening her lips a little, and Charlie slides his tongue inside her mouth.
The kiss grows more passionate, their tongues dancing together wildly. Their breathing is thick, and he breaks the kiss with a low moan, the pleasure sparking through his body. He nibbles playfully the crook of her neck
“Hermione,” he groans against her smooth skin, his arousal brushing her between the thighs.
Her eyes close, and a soft sigh of pleasure escapes her lips. She feels the dampness in her knickers, a desperate need for him inside her.
For the first time, after so long, Hermione feels truly alive.
“Charlie, please...”
He smirks and slides a hand under knees, picking her up, and carrying her to the bedroom.
Leisurely, he moves her to the bed; caringly, he pushes her shoulders to the mattress.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yes,” she says her eyes half closed. “I need you.” And it’s true. Hermione has wanted and needed him for a long time.
When she became widowed, she obligated herself to not love anyone else, anymore. Her chance at love was finished.
Hermione didn't know exactly when she had fallen in love; when she had started to deny herself. She had analyzed their ‘situation,’ her feelings hundreds of times, trying to find a solution, an answer to that growing desire inside her.
Charlie’s supposed to be a good friend. Maybe some kisses, but not more than that.
Charlie whispers something she can’t understand and strokes her stomach gently, pulling off her shirt over her head. He straddles her thighs, darting his hand up and down her sides. He then lingers above her, finding her lips with his.
The kiss is gentle and soft; his hand travels up and down her back, allowing him to find her bra’s clasp and free her breasts.
Charlie slips one hand to the front of her body, and he begins to suck harder on her lip as his hand forms around her breasts.
He pulls his lips away from hers and starts trailing tender kisses down her neck, throat and chest. With a passionate and hungry desire, Charlie takes one nipple into his mouth sucking on. Hermione whimpers, arching her back off the bed. Charlie grins, continuing to trail his mouth down her stomach.
He stops a moment and lifts his shirt over his head before returning to his ministrations.
Hermione licks her lips in a somewhat agonizing and pleasurable expectation as she feels Charlie’s fingers playing with her pants’ waistline.
Her heart accelerates as he slowly starts to undo her bottoms, pulling off her jeans.
She smiles in bliss, and he runs his hand underneath the sides of her knickers.
“Ohhh...” Hermione moans as he leans downs and kisses her thigh moving smoothly up her thigh to her knickers, carefully lowers them over her hips.
“Ohhh...” He tilts his head closer to her intimacy, kissing her folds. “Ohhh...” she starts to move underneath him, stifling moans. He continues to kiss, spreading her legs just sufficiently to allow his tongue inside her.
Even louder moans escape her and she contracts her muscles tightly around his tongue. Hermione breathes hard, and her body quivers in delight.
Hermione doesn’t know how much longer she can take this. She wants to scream as she feels Charlie’s sucking her juices even harder and more hungrily.
“Oh god...” she whimpers, sensing the wet touching of his tongue twisting roughly inside her more intimate place.
Unable to hold on anymore, Hermione lets out a loud cry of pleasure.
Slowly, Charlie takes his tongue off her and with a silky movement pulls down his trousers and boxers.
“You taste so good,” he grins slyly and he adjusts himself between her legs, placing his chin just near her breasts and takes her nipple in his mouth, nibbling it.
Hermione has her arms around his shoulders, kissing him passionately, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Charlie groans from sheer pleasure and slides inside her, in a slow, rhythmic thrusting Hermione reacts with a loud moan.
“Merlin, Hermione,” Charlie groans against her lips, “you feel so good.”
His senses his climax about to come, but Charlie holds himself, continuing to kiss and caress her.
“I love you,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion, as he buries himself deep inside her, and Hermione feels the orgasm hitting her body hard, and Charlie finally spills himself inside her.
Slowly they part, and Charlie rolls over onto his side and pulls Hermione to his chest.
They are breathing hard, but smiling.
“I love you,” he repeats, brushing out a strand of her soaked hair from her eyes. She knows he isn’t asking for a reply, but she can see there’s hope in his eyes.
“I’m learning to love you,” is her truthful answer. “I’m allowing myself to love you.”
He stays in silence for a moment, and then nods, satisfied with her answer.
“It’s good enough for me,” he says, closing his eyes, a content smile on his lips. Hermione sighs and snuggles against his chest, wondering what will happen now.
She still feels fear- of being hurt, of hurting her children, her friends, of what the others could think.
But she is allowing herself to- at least- try.
Finis.