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Post by hermione jean granger on Sept 29, 2010 23:00:32 GMT 10
Hermione felt her stomach squirm as his hand moved between them. She could feel what he was doing, due to the closeness of their bodies. His hand kept brushing lightly against her thigh, driving her wild as it did. However she kept those sensations to herself. His purpose was to undo his pants, not to drive her crazy. That was just a positive by-product. Instead she tried to focus on his lips. Those were working to drive her crazy, she was sure of it. There was no other reason for the assault he was staging on her mouth. He had to know that his lips were making it impossible for her to think rationally enough to even remember the word ‘no’, let alone say it to any of his actions. Which as far as she was concerned was a good thing. No was a bad word in this situation. It was the enemy... Unless uttered before the phrase ‘don’t stop’. She heard his question, and knew exactly what he was meaning. However she didn’t have a chance to answer him. His lips found hers once more and made it impossible for her to voice anything but a breathy moan. As he moved, so did she. There wasn’t a chance he wanted to go somewhere without taking her too. And being the intelligent girl she was, Hermione knew where they were headed. Her cheeks flushed slightly. It was sweet, the re-location. Romantic. She knew that there were girls who wouldn’t get any sort of relocation. That the couch was good enough for a lot of men out there. A particular red head, for example. Ehem. She liked this, it made her feel worth more than just some tawdry affair. Then, she never imagined Leon would make her feel anything but special. With her legs still hooked around his waist, she allowed him to pull away from her lips so she could look him in the eye. “We are..” she spoke softly, her voice slightly hoarse. She supposed that made her words all the more attractive, since they were so laced with her desire for him. Linking her arms around his neck, Hermione pressed her lips to his shoulder. Just because they were in transit, didn’t mean they should waste it and loose any of the heated passion they had worked up. Sure, she was probably making it hard for him to walk, but she found she didn’t particularly care. Her lips pressed more kisses to his shoulder, then up his neck. Exploring his skin. She’d been so enthralled with the kissing, she’d forgotten what other pleasures there were for the taking. Hitching herself higher up, the young woman moved her hips away from his own to allow his jeans to fall completely. Once they were over the threshold, Hermione unlatched her legs. Letting herself slide down from the man. Her arms following suit. Stepping away from him, Hermione kept her eyes on his face. Trying not to look down at the obvious bludge that had probably been the reason he’d undone his jeans in the first place. Instead she undid the button of her own jeans, easing the zipper down. She paused for a moment, then slid the denim from her hips and thighs. Revealing her pale legs and plain panties.
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Post by slain on Sept 30, 2010 0:13:46 GMT 10
She had simply inverted his words, but they melted away all the inhibitions he had been unable to shake. He had thought he had the courage to plow forth with his desire, but in truth, he wasn't quite that brave. It had to do with all that he felt for the girl in his arms. It wasn't lust fuelling his actions, but rather, some unexplainable attraction at the pit of his stomach. Something that told him all was not right unless he knew that their passions were infused, that his enjoyment was her own...in that way, in this moment, he was not a selfish lover. All considerations were for her, and thus, the romance of the situation came into play. His apartment wasn't in the best of states, but it would most certainly do for the act they were to commit to. His eyes glanced forward as she focused on his shoulder. The bedroom did have a slight allure to it; pure white bedsheets, bathed in a golden glow accentuated by the afternoon sun filtering in through slits of the curtain. That image there, at least, held some romance to it and he smiled at the coincidence.
She grabbed his attention soon after, though, as his eyes fluttered shut as she nibbled at his skin. Not long after, her denim jeans had slipped from her legs to the floor - this time left messy unlike her jumper. For a fleeting moment, he allowed himself to appreciate the image before him, but there was more than what their eyes drank in that would be pleasurable in this moment. He knelt upon the bed, pressing against her pale legs gently as to encourage her to center herself more so he could weave his way through. He was precariously close to her most guarded area, and he knew it must've been driving her insane to be teased so gently when everything screamed for more. He was experiencing the same thing; true, he had more room now that his jeans had slipped off of their own accord, but it didn't mean that the pressure stopped. His fingers traced against her exposed torso, over her bust and then traced against her wet lips, as though telling her to be quiet. That wasn't what he wanted, though. He had seen her, felt her, kissed her, smelt her...now he wanted to hear her.
Now settled in comfortably, he eased her thighs apart with his own strong legs, encouraging her to feel safe with his presence. He was glad that the pace had slowed down somewhat; in the heat of the moment, he feared that their actions would be lost in a frenzy of passion and lust. But now slowed, he could feel that was much more here, something undeniable that they both could not deny the next morning. His fingers were being delicate, tracing her pale skin again, down from her lips, again down her bust and to her sides, resting at the sensation of fabric. His fingers danced there for the moment, but then they slipped between and tugged lightly, encouraging them to be removed and let the heat that mingled between them out into the air. That was, to be honest, a little counter-productive seeing as his bulge was pressed up against her, but he eased himself up, slipping that one side of the panties down as far as they would go. He did the same to the other side, now revealing what had been hidden him all this time, hoping that she would slip them away.
With that out of the way, he let his lips press against her neck, kissing passionately at the area he had been neglecting, now giving it his fullest attention. He was teasing her with the one thing she had yet to be introduced to, pressing his waist down against her to inform her of what was waiting, what he was feeling. With one hand occupied at her bust, the other slipped to her free hand and placed it upon the fabric of his briefs, letting her reveal the last bit of him.
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Post by hermione jean granger on Sept 30, 2010 21:12:39 GMT 10
Shaking hands and gasping breaths. That’s how it went. Slow and sweet, romantic and sensual. He had taken such care to make sure she was okay. Like it was her first time or something. She liked that. It made her feel cared for, loved. She’d gripped his arms tightly for support as they finished. Noises only very few people would hear from her escaping her lips. Even though the sun was still drifting in from the blinds, Hermione had found herself gently dozing in his arms in the moments after. She’d tugged the sheets up to her chest and given in to slumber. His chest as her pillow. The gentle movements of his breath lulling her, soothing her. Assuring her that it was okay. Rationality still hadn’t come back to her, and she was glad of it. Instead she slept. Her dreams filled with his scent. ----- Hermione woke to his warm arms, his breath on her skin. She didn’t need to take a moment to remember where she was. It all came flooding back the instant her eyes had opened. She had slept with Leon. She had slept with a man that wasn’t Ronald Weasley. She should feel sick at the thought. Or at least mildly confused. However she felt calm. Perhaps the reality hadn’t settled in yet. Well, for whatever the reason she would enjoy her calm. Carefully she turned her slim form. Watching the man as he slept. Hermione lent in, brushed her lips against his softly, before she sat up, bringing the sheet with her. He didn’t move as she sat up, so she decided to let him sleep. Since he wasn’t exactly using the sheet, Hermione gripped it to her chest as she stood up. Wrapping it around her body before securing it in place. Maybe it was silly to be so modest, but she couldn’t help herself. Making her way into the living room, Hermione quickly found what she was looking for. Sitting herself down at the living-room table, Hermione quilled a quick letter. She was certain Leon wouldn’t mind. It wasn’t as though she was just some one night stand he’d rather just leave. Folding the letter, she stood and moved towards Leon’s owl. Reaching out to stroke the bird’s feathers for a moment before she attached the parchment. With another stroke of his feathers, she sent him off out the window. Was he a he? Hmm. Hermione pondered for a moment. She’d be sure to ask Leon at some point. Watching the bird fly away, she let out a sigh. Part of her wanted to wake Leon up, but an even larger part was glad for the time to herself. Smiling she left the window open. No doubt Ginny was going to reply, Hermione knew she’d be unable to resist. Moving back to the bedroom, Hermione tugged the sheet from her form. She still felt a little odd, but she didn’t want to take it with her into the shower. Biting her lip, she glanced around. Spotting a clean shirt folded on his dresser, Hermione collected it and carried it, and her underwear into the bathroom with her. It seemed far too prudish even for her to re-dress. Besides her clothes were spread throughout the house. Once in the bathroom, the woman turned on the taps and stepped under. Enjoying the warm steady flow.
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Post by slain on Sept 30, 2010 22:56:04 GMT 10
The moments of the afternoon carried not thoughts, but sensations. He preferred it that way. Anxiety didn't invade his mind in the lieu of their sensual actions, nor did guilt or any other sentiment that would've ruined the romance flowing between them. And in the aftermath of it all, he didn't have the chance to let the moment be ruined, as sleep settled over his now dreary hazel eyes.
When he finally awoke from his pleasent slumber, his arms instinctually groped around him, trying to embrace the woman who he had just shared his intimacy with. But he was met with air, to his dismay. A moment later, he felt cold air snake around his nude body, realising that the sheets had been taken away, and that the water was running in his bathroom. He smiled a little at the fact. Now with the more...passionate areas of their relationship relieved, he was beginning to realise how cute and utterly cliche` their whole afternoon had been. Of course, cliche` was always the reality of the world that people couldn't resist, however much they wanted to. He took a moment to gather his wits, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he sat up on the edge of his bed. He was comfortable being nude in his own apartment, of course, but he didn't really enjoy the cold sensations rummaging over his flesh now that the heat was gone. He hastened to at least get some underwear on and some pants.
His first thought was to enter the bathroom, but his hand retracted from the doorknob upon his movement towards it. No, that would be just rude. Instead, he ventured into the living room. A quick glance told him something was not right, that the cage in which his owl Xavier was kept in was open without the owl in sight. 'She must've sent an owl out...' He concluded, knowing where it must've gone, and he wouldn't dare inquire into it. That would be a tad too touchy to talk about. Instead, he took her misplaced clothes from the floor, scooping them to his naked chest delicately and returned to the bathroom door, silently entering and putting them down for her disposal. He merely caught a silhouette of her frame and then drew his eyes away, not wishing to interrupt her bathing. He would need a shower too, but that would have to wait. He wasn't feeling that adventurous...
As silently as he entered, he left, and surveyed his living room. Was she planning to stay the night or something? He preferred not to leave things to chance. He reclaimed his wand from the floor and gave it a quick sweep with an inaudible whisper, his apartment beginning to clean itself of it's own accord. While he waited for her to be done, he began to make two hot chocolates.
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