The door will open on Charlie with wet hair in all directions and a towel knotted around his waist, and she’ll step forward past him, not sparing a look at the towel (not that she won’t notice), and tell him, confident, chin up, that it’s time they took this thing a step further.<\/p>\n
He’ll be surprised; “Hermione,” he’ll say, “Just last week, you weren’t sure you were ready for the next step, and now you’re–what are you doing?”<\/p>\n
She’ll stop, jumper halfway over her head, the neck of it pulling her hair off her face, and advise he shut the door, which will make him blink and curse and notice his hand is, in fact, still on the handle. He’ll shove it shut, probably harder than he means to, and be moving toward her as the slam of it reverberates in the wall.<\/p>\n
“Sorry,” he’ll mutter, sheepish, pink blush making his freckles less apparent. “You make me overreact, sometimes.”<\/p>\n
She’ll pause, jumper in her hands as she debates momentarily between folding it and tossing it on the chair because really, who folds the clothes they’re taking off to seduce someone? “That’s all right, right?” She’ll ask. She’ll notice that in the time it took to ask, she started folding, and conclude this answers her question. She’ll hope it’s not a bad<\/em> thing, but she’ll fold her skirt, too, before she looks back at him<\/p>\n “It’s fine,” he’ll say, voice gruff, clearing his throat twice as he looks her up and down. His gaze will linger on the lacy tops of her stockings, high on her thighs, and she’ll be glad she spent the money on silly, frilly, sexy underwear.<\/p>\n She’ll look, too, noting that at least one part of him (under the towel) is, if not over<\/em>-reacting, at least reacting<\/em>, and this is as far as she’ll have worked out how to go. “Good,” she’ll say with a slight tremble to her tone. She won’t drop her chin or let her shoulders sag, but she’ll feel her face heating and know she’s blushing now.<\/p>\n He’ll step toward her, lifting his hand to touch and pull her close and caress her shoulder and back, and point out that just because she’s half-naked in his living room doesn’t mean they have to do anything about it. While he says this, she’ll feel his cock pressing against her hip and his body rocking just slightly for friction, and she’ll raise her chin further to meet his mouth for a kiss.<\/p>\n While she has him distracted with that, she’ll slide her hand down his bare back–the skin heated and damp from the shower she must have got him out of when she knocked–and yank his towel free. He’ll make a surprised swallowed sound against her mouth, but then she’ll feel him grin before he pulls back to murmur, “Or, we could.”<\/p>\n She’ll shudder, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin as his hard hand grazes down her back and inside her knickers–also lacy, also frilly–to cup her bum. He’ll stop there to make sure, and she’ll kiss him again, her own hands touching everywhere but where she most wants to, because, well, of course they’ve fooled around some and of course she’s touched it through his jeans and sitting in his lap, and she’s felt him hard against her sometimes, but this will be something else entirely.<\/p>\n He’ll shove the knickers partly out of the way, then drag his hand under them around to her front, sliding a finger unerringly between her thighs, and she’ll make this needy gasping noise she’d have wagered good money wasn’t in her repertoire, and he’ll chuckle and move it again. She\u2019ll whimper and eventually tell him he’s going to have to stop if he doesn’t want her to come standing right there, and he’ll say, right against her ear, that if they’re doing this, he’s certainly going to get it right. He’ll keep moving that finger under her knickers between her legs until the muscles of her thighs shake and her hair is sticking to her sweaty neck and his cock is leaving sticky strands against her skin.<\/p>\n She’ll try again to tell him she wants to feel him inside her, but he’ll grin and say of course, and then he’ll make her come, standing there in her underwear in his living room with his towel in one hand, head thrown back, choked grunts all she can manage.<\/p>\n He’ll look like he’s just won the bloody lottery, which won’t be fair, that he’ll be so calm about it while she’s just fallen to pieces around his hand, but before she has time to offer any sort of objection, he’ll Summon his wand and magic away the wet knickers that are entirely in his way.<\/p>\n And then he’ll kiss her again, harder, hungrier, more intense, and pull her to the floor. He’ll have no trouble lifting her into place where he wants her, straddling his hips, her hands on the floor at his shoulders.<\/p>\n She’ll reach up to undo the flimsy little hook that holds her breasts in the bra that matches the vanished knickers, and he’ll stop her. “Leave it,” he’ll say. She’ll arch a brow, and get back one of those patented wicked grins. “Sexy as fuck, my usually-very-utilitarian Hermione in lace to seduce me. Also, I like the stockings.”<\/p>\n She’ll blush again, but his hands will be on her hips, guiding her, letting her take her time but urging her on as his cock slides into her, just enough for her to startle and gasp and realize all over again it’s too big and too much and even though she’s dripping wet, she isn’t so sure she really knows how. She’ll meet his eyes, biting her lip, and realize his hands are still there, but he’s not pushing any more, and the fact that she could<\/em> stop will move her, back and down fast, getting it over with.<\/p>\n The look on his face as she takes him into her all at once will be entirely worth the odd twinging sensation, and will drive her to move once she’s accepted that somehow yes, that fit, and it’s nice, and\u2026 Her mind will race to categorize this and fail, and then she’ll be watching him and moving and feeling his fingers gripping her hips, feeling her knees on the hard floor, feeling his cock sliding against oversensitive skin inside her. The realization that he’s close and he’s watching her breasts and pushing a thumb between them to rub her again will bring her unexpectedly right to the brink again, and she’ll feel entirely out of control, her body moving with some intent of its own as though his cock is there specifically for her to use just like this.<\/p>\n She’ll watch him grit his teeth and arch under her, and realize he’s coming, realize she can feel the slicker wet inside her, and with a gasp, she’ll come again, squeezing around him which will be different and brilliant and apparently nice for him, too.<\/p>\n He’ll pull her down to rest on his chest, her hair in his face, the motion of their breathing slowly moving his cock which is still inside her, soft and pliant and still nice with each movement against interior muscles that won’t be quite ready to let go.<\/p>\n At last, she’ll sit back up, still on top of him, and look down at him. She won’t be able to help asking whether that was all right even as she recognizes it’s needy and possibly pathetic.<\/p>\n He’ll chuckle and look for his wand before he answers, then pull her back down for a kiss and murmur a charm.<\/p>\n “What was that?” she’ll ask.<\/p>\n “To keep you from getting sore,” he’ll say. “Because that was so fucking all right I’m trying to work out how to stand up without dislodging you so I can turn off supper and take you straight to bed. Food can wait.”<\/p>\n She’ll feel a slight tingle and a relief of the tension that she imagines would become pain, and tilt her head to one side. “Are you a wizard, or aren’t you?” she’ll ask. “Turn it off from here.”<\/p>\n He’ll laugh, another whole new sensation with him still in her, and do so, then roll them over and drop his lips to a lace-covered nipple.<\/p>\n She’ll wonder why she thought she wasn’t ready for this, and wrap her silk-and-lace legs around him.<\/p>\n\n\n