Hermione tore the top of the paper off first, deliberately ripping the paper because Charlie always teased her for unpackaging gifts neatly, peeling back the sticking charms and folding the decorations.<\/p>\n
She looked up, then back down. “You got me a dictionary? Uh. Charlie? I have–”<\/p>\n
He held up a hand. “If you have one like this, I’ll give you a, uh, different kind of gift. Course, if you don’t have one like this, I’m likely to give you it anyway. Since it’s probably as much for me as for you.”<\/p>\n
“Does this other gift involve your tongue?”<\/p>\n
“What do you take me for?”<\/p>\n
“So that’s a yes, then.” Hermione pursed her lips and glanced back down at the thick book in her lap. “Maybe I should just set this aside for later, then. If you’re all ready with your tongue and all. Besides. I have yet to give you your gifts. Which also have something to do with tongues, actually.”<\/p>\n
“Oh?”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
He raised his eyebrows. “Open your gift, Hermione.”<\/p>\n
She grinned and tore off the rest of the paper. She looked at the cover for a long moment, then flipped through to a random page, glancing at the first entry. After a moment, she chuckled. “Well. It’s true, I did not previously own a dictionary of kink.”<\/p>\n
“I thought not.”<\/p>\n
“Did you have any particular pages in mind?”<\/p>\n
“All of them?” He chuckled. “Actually, no. There are a couple that might be even beyond what I’m willing to try. But\u2026what do you have there?”<\/p>\n
She turned the book around. “Apparently oral sex can be a kink.”<\/p>\n
“Convenient,” he said.<\/p>\n
“I thought so, though I must say the variations on the theme here are impressive. It may take us a little while to work through the lot.”<\/p>\n
“Our life is so, so hard.”<\/p>\n
She set the book aside and stood. “Thank you. Now\u2026 would you like your gift in bed, or here?”<\/p>\n
“Both.”<\/p>\n
“I see. Well, maybe we can work something out. Don’t move.” She pressed a soft kiss to his neck, letting her mouth linger on the pulse point there as she unbuttoned his flies, enjoying the fact that he couldn’t keep his pulse from speeding up, fluttering against her lips.<\/p>\n
“Not at all?”<\/p>\n
“Not at all. Not until I say.” She unfastened one button at a time, slowly, mouthing her way down over his shirt, until she had his jeans open. He rarely bothered with pants, so there was no impediment to getting out his cock, which she stroked with one hand as she shoved up his shirt and kissed his belly, following the trail of ginger hair down.<\/p>\n
“So, this is my gift?”<\/p>\n
“What, you don’t like it?” Her words were slightly muffled against his skin, but he shook his head.<\/p>\n
“Fuck, yes, I like it; I just wondered\u2026 Hermione! What the hell!”<\/p>\n
She’d dropped to her knees and taken the head of his cock in her mouth, dragging her tongue along it, giving him a taste of the invisible stud she’d had put in a brand-new piercing just that morning. “And now?”<\/p>\n
“And now there’s really no goddamn way I’m holding still,” he said, tangling his fingers in her hair and thrusting.<\/p>\n
She pulled back and summoned her wand, wordlessly charming his legs and arms immobile. His cock twitched, and she laughed. “Yes you are,” she said. “Are you complaining?”<\/p>\n
“You got your tongue pierced and you’re on your knees sucking me off. Yes, I’m totally complaining.”<\/p>\n
She chuckled again and went back to work on him, licking from root to tip, swirling around the head, pressing against the divot underneath, letting the lip of the foreskin bump up against the edge of the stud.<\/p>\n
Charlie groaned.<\/p>\n
“More?” She wrapped her hand around his shaft and fucked his cock with her mouth and hand, taking him deep in her mouth and sliding her tongue back and forth along the underside until he was dripping pre-come on the back of her tongue and muttering filth the way he did as he approached orgasm. She bit down, scraping her teeth along his shaft as well, and gripped his balls hard, then released the immobilization and let him choke her with his cock.<\/p>\n
He came fast, as she’d known he would, then sat down hard on the end of the coffee table, arse bare where his jeans had fallen, cock hanging half-limp over his buttons.<\/p>\n
“So,” she said, wiping her lips on her sleeve. “Did you want to see your next gift?”<\/p>\n
“There’s more? Christ.”<\/p>\n
“Well. It might be partly for me–though, I sort of think the dictionary might be partly for you, so that’s fair.”<\/p>\n
He jerked his head in agreement, then spread his hands wide. “Well?”<\/p>\n
She grinned and stood up, pushing him back to lie down on the narrow table, then straddling it over his chest, feet on the floor, and pulling up the front of her skirt. She wasn’t wearing knickers, either, which got a gasp and a muttered wish I’d known about that<\/em>, and then he saw the second piercing, there for his tongue to play with. She slid her fingers between her lips to play with it, thighs and arse tightening involuntarily when she pressed it, then sat down on his chest. “Like it?”<\/p>\n Charlie stared, licking his lips, then looked at her, grinning. “Definitely. Come here.”<\/p>\n He supported her on his hands as she scooted forward, finding the metal with his teeth and tugging until she whined. Her skirt had fallen over his face, so she lifted it aside. “Oh, and Charlie?”<\/p>\n “Hmm?”<\/p>\n “After this we can go in the bedroom and you can see the rest.”<\/p>\n\n\n