One Finger - 1/1 - Adult - Fleur/Hermione
Title: One Finger (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: Some things are so much better than reading a book. Fleur/Hermione.
A/N: Written for millieweasley's ficlet request (Fleur/Hermione and a blindfold) and for smut_69 prompt #22: blindfold.
Word Count: 500.
The blindfold was a new experience. Luckily, Fleur was always willing to try new things. The material covering her eyes was cool against her skin and tied tight enough so that it would not slip, but not so tight that it would cause discomfort.
What was making Fleur a little uncomfortable, though, was that she had been left lying in the middle of her bed for nearly fifteen minutes, dressed only in her underwear. “’Ermione?” she called hesitantly.
“Just a minute.” Bill was doing a consulting job for Gringotts in Cairo, so he had asked Hermione to come and keep Fleur company. A surprising addition to their marital bed, Fleur had agreed wholeheartedly with this suggestion, pleased to have some time alone with the other witch.
The bed dipped as Hermione sat down. A moment later, Fleur gasped as her bra was magically removed. The cool air flowed over her skin, bringing her nipples to hard points; she groaned in surprise and pleasure when Hermione started to trace a single finger around one of her nipples.
“Is this exciting, Fleur?” Hermione asked, her voice surprisingly close to Fleur’s ear. “To have me touching you, but not knowing where?” Her finger trailed from one breast to the other, attention switching to the other nipple.
Her finger stroked the underside of Fleur’s breast: Fleur shivered. She’d become aroused as she had wondered what Hermione had planned for her, but it was surprising how much just one finger could heat her up.
“I read about this in one of those books Bill leant me,” Hermione continued, tracing patterns of runes onto the flat plane of Fleur’s belly. “One of those smutty romances that he’s always reading. I thought it sounded fun.” She paused, her finger leaving Fleur’s skin. “Do you think we should try it out on him when he gets home?”
Fleur gave a throaty groan. “Oui,” she agreed breathlessly, wiggling and trying to persuade Hermione to touch her again. The next thing she felt was Hermione tugging her knickers down; Hermione discarded them and starting drawing circles on Fleur’s thighs. Fleur moved her legs and Hermione laughed softly.
“So wet,” Hermione murmured. Her finger barely touched Fleur’s clit, sending a jolt through her. “Just like me when I was reading that book. I got so hot and bothered that I touched myself.”
Whimpering at that image, Fleur bucked her hips, needing more contact. Hermione’s finger insistently rubbed Fleur’s clit, eliciting breathy sighs and moans. It was just one finger and Fleur wondered if it would be enough to get her off. A tension started to build up, though, and she moved her hips to meet Hermione’s finger.
Hermione watched with excitement as Fleur came with a sharp cry. She tugged the blindfold from her lover’s face and kissed her. “So much better than reading a book,” she murmured.
“Yes,” Fleur agreed with a sated smile. “Thees time, zough…” Her hand moved down Hermione’s body. “…you weel not ‘ave to touch yourself.”
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: Some things are so much better than reading a book. Fleur/Hermione.
A/N: Written for millieweasley's ficlet request (Fleur/Hermione and a blindfold) and for smut_69 prompt #22: blindfold.
Word Count: 500.
The blindfold was a new experience. Luckily, Fleur was always willing to try new things. The material covering her eyes was cool against her skin and tied tight enough so that it would not slip, but not so tight that it would cause discomfort.
What was making Fleur a little uncomfortable, though, was that she had been left lying in the middle of her bed for nearly fifteen minutes, dressed only in her underwear. “’Ermione?” she called hesitantly.
“Just a minute.” Bill was doing a consulting job for Gringotts in Cairo, so he had asked Hermione to come and keep Fleur company. A surprising addition to their marital bed, Fleur had agreed wholeheartedly with this suggestion, pleased to have some time alone with the other witch.
The bed dipped as Hermione sat down. A moment later, Fleur gasped as her bra was magically removed. The cool air flowed over her skin, bringing her nipples to hard points; she groaned in surprise and pleasure when Hermione started to trace a single finger around one of her nipples.
“Is this exciting, Fleur?” Hermione asked, her voice surprisingly close to Fleur’s ear. “To have me touching you, but not knowing where?” Her finger trailed from one breast to the other, attention switching to the other nipple.
Her finger stroked the underside of Fleur’s breast: Fleur shivered. She’d become aroused as she had wondered what Hermione had planned for her, but it was surprising how much just one finger could heat her up.
“I read about this in one of those books Bill leant me,” Hermione continued, tracing patterns of runes onto the flat plane of Fleur’s belly. “One of those smutty romances that he’s always reading. I thought it sounded fun.” She paused, her finger leaving Fleur’s skin. “Do you think we should try it out on him when he gets home?”
Fleur gave a throaty groan. “Oui,” she agreed breathlessly, wiggling and trying to persuade Hermione to touch her again. The next thing she felt was Hermione tugging her knickers down; Hermione discarded them and starting drawing circles on Fleur’s thighs. Fleur moved her legs and Hermione laughed softly.
“So wet,” Hermione murmured. Her finger barely touched Fleur’s clit, sending a jolt through her. “Just like me when I was reading that book. I got so hot and bothered that I touched myself.”
Whimpering at that image, Fleur bucked her hips, needing more contact. Hermione’s finger insistently rubbed Fleur’s clit, eliciting breathy sighs and moans. It was just one finger and Fleur wondered if it would be enough to get her off. A tension started to build up, though, and she moved her hips to meet Hermione’s finger.
Hermione watched with excitement as Fleur came with a sharp cry. She tugged the blindfold from her lover’s face and kissed her. “So much better than reading a book,” she murmured.
“Yes,” Fleur agreed with a sated smile. “Thees time, zough…” Her hand moved down Hermione’s body. “…you weel not ‘ave to touch yourself.”