{"id":62,"date":"2011-10-03T21:51:15","date_gmt":"2011-10-03T11:51:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.avada-kedavra.net\/hermione\/charlie\/?p=62"},"modified":"2011-10-03T21:51:15","modified_gmt":"2011-10-03T11:51:15","slug":"we-should-see-more-of-them-by-floraheart","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.avada-kedavra.net\/hermione\/charlie\/rec\/62","title":{"rendered":"We Should See More Of Them by Florahart"},"content":{"rendered":"

We Should See More of Them<\/strong><\/p>\n

When he’d said he wanted to see more of Bill and Fleur, this hadn’t been what he’d had in mind.<\/p>\n

Not that he honestly objected, and he understood how it had happened, how the nature of the conversation in which he’d said it had led Hermione to this conclusion; he’d merely been thinking two things at once.<\/p>\n

First, he’d been irrelevantly thinking that it had been a lovely supper Fleur had served–the first she’d managed to fully wrest from Mum after some five years of trying. And second, and much more logically, he’d been thinking that he was damn glad to have got Hermione home and out of that dress (good God, and she’d definitely known all evening long what all those filmy, floaty layers and sneaky glimpses of the delicate lace beneath had to be doing to him). So while he didn’t actually recall what he’d said, what words exactly, it was no surprise that fucking<\/em> and Bill and Fleur<\/em> had both somehow been a part of his post-orgasmic comment, along with other words like gorgeous<\/em> and watching<\/em> and \u2026well, he wasn’t sure what else, because somewhere in there she’d distracted him with her mouth and more lacy scraps.<\/p>\n

And somehow, out of that, she’d understood him to mean he wanted this.<\/p>\n

Clearly Bill and Fleur hadn’t objected to the notion–actually, they were obviously completely enthusiastic, as was he–though he was desperately curious as to the nature of the conversation in which it had come up.<\/p>\n

Not curious enough to stop the proceedings and ask.<\/p>\n

The room was softly-lit by at least fifteen floating candles surrounding the enlarged bed and hovering between the bookshelves and wardrobes, and in the midst of all that, his brother was on his back, groaning, sweating, as he strained against fairy-bonds and his wife teased him with all that silky pale hair and perfect smooth skin, her mouth roaming randomly except that she wasn’t touching Bill’s cock at all. Charlie stood in the doorway, staring, trying to work out what, exactly, he wanted to do. Or rather, how he wanted to do it; what he wanted to do right now boiled down to something very simple indeed: he wanted to fuck.<\/p>\n

Hermione stepped up behind him, kissing his shoulder and pressing against him with warm bare skin. “Like what you see?”<\/p>\n

He nodded, swallowing hard. He’d seen Bill jerk off many times, and once he’d caught him in the tree house with Helena Walters but that had all been teenage randiness and hormones and being boys and brothers. This was sex and intimacy and while it wasn’t deathly serious, it felt weightier and more personal and maybe a little overwhelming. “How\u2026” He wasn’t quite sure what he was trying to ask, but ever since Hermione had met him at the door in nothing but his shirt–his good<\/em> shirt, buttoned once below her waist–with a glass of wine and the grin that said she had a secret, he’d found himself slightly off-balance and, once she’d explained the nature of it, very, very aroused.<\/p>\n

Fleur lifted her lips of Bill’s body and looked toward the door, smiling. “Any way, Charlie, zat you would like.” She pointed at the ties on Bill’s wrists, and added, “Eet is all about what you want, and what you may have.”<\/p>\n

Bill lifted his head and tugged again at the bindings; fairy-bonds melted away, when the bound were unwilling, and his held firm. Fleur went back to nibbling her way along one long lean thigh as the muscles of it flexed and bunched.<\/p>\n

It was mesmerizing.<\/p>\n

Charlie moved forward into the room, feeling Hermione behind him, her fingertips just lingering on the small of his back, and stood at the foot of the bed, reaching out to lay his hands on Fleur’s skin, caressing the full round curve of her arse as he watched Bill watch him do it. Fleur hummed a pleased purr and arched up until his hand slid further down toward the moist heat between her legs.<\/p>\n

Bill growled, possessive, eyes dark, teeth bared, but the fairy-bonds held, and Fleur straddled his legs, spreading herself wide for Charlie’s hands to explore further as Hermione walked along the side of the bed and lay down next to Bill.<\/p>\n

Fleur leaned across, her slender ribs probably just brushing the leaking tip of Bill’s cock, and sucked a string of red marks on Hermione’s belly, from her navel up to the curve of her breast. Hermione whimpered and rocked her hips, sliding the fingers of both hands between her legs and spreading herself open. She turned to Bill.<\/p>\n

“Can’t you please her, Bill?” she asked, low enough Charlie had to strain to hear it.<\/p>\n

Bill growled again, but he still let the magic hold him, and Hermione had said they’d discussed their usual boundaries before his arrival, so even though his body tensed at the implied threat to her, he remained where he was, waiting to see where this was going to go.<\/p>\n

Hermione licked her lips. “You can’t, can you? Your wife is driving me mad with her mouth and riding my husband’s fingers, and–”<\/p>\n

Bill lunged, awkward with his hands pinned, to shut Hermione’s mouth by kissing her, a rough, almost violent kiss that she leaned into, bring up her hands to slide along his face and into his hair. He turned his head, sucking her wet fingers into his mouth, tasting her, glaring at Charlie.<\/p>\n

Charlie bent, taking the challenge, and kissed Fleur’s back, kissing his way down slowly, smelling her arousal and Bill’s and the familiar scent of Hermione as well as he continued pressing the knuckle of one finger against Fleur’s cunt, not pushing in, not pulling away.<\/p>\n

Hermione glanced at him, licking her lips again, then looked back at Bill. “My husband isn’t playing with me<\/em>, either. I think he wants to fuck your wife. Do you want to fuck his wife, Charlie? Should we trade? I could ride\u2026” She made as though to roll over, as though she might straddle Bill’s hips and side down onto his cock, and it was all Charlie could take. He lunged forward, pushing Fleur away and shoving Hermione’s knees up and wide, thrusting in fast and deep as Fleur came up next to him, holding her weight on her hands on Bill’s ribs and barely lowering herself onto him until finally he yanked his hands free and grabbed her arse, forcing her down hard and pulling her away.<\/p>\n

Charlie shifted his hands, pulling Hermione’s ankles up over his shoulders and grunting with every thrust. He didn’t want this to be over fast, which it was clearly going to be, but he couldn’t help it: the slapping sounds of his own groin against Hermione’s arse and Fleur’s thigh against Bill were speeding faster and faster, and the sights both in front of him and now in his mind’s eye were among the hottest he’d ever seen.<\/p>\n

And then Fleur spoke. “Bill, I sought you wanted to be slow, to make me come, and zen give ‘ermione a ride when Charlie ‘as feenished.”<\/p>\n

Hermione whined and rocked up hard, gasping and contracting almost violently around Charlie’s cock just as Bill groaned and ground Fleur down onto him hard, holding her in place, thumbs digging into her skin as he grunted and came.<\/p>\n

Charlie watched him both of them thrashing and panting, then glanced over at Fleur. “Maybe it should be the other way about, then? You still need a cock–” Bill shook his head and brought his hand down, pressing his thumb against Fleur’s clit and rubbing in rough fast circles until she threw back her head, hair streaming down her back, breasts bouncing as she rocked and rode him, then looked back down at Hermione, sweat pooled over her breastbone, skin flushed, hair everywhere and stuck to her.<\/p>\n

It was all too much; he came hard and slumped forward, all but wheezing to catch his breath as Fleur draped forward next to him, kissing Bill softly and resting on his chest. It took him a moment to move, to let Hermione’s legs down and nuzzle at her ear for a moment, and then he raised up on his elbows to glance over at Bill. “You, big brother, are one kinky fucker.”<\/p>\n

Bill chuckled, then glanced at Hermione. “I think you need to talk to your wife, Charlie.”<\/p>\n

“Oh?”<\/p>\n

“She’s very convincing. We sometimes let ourselves be caught, but not quite like this.”<\/p>\n

Charlie glanced down. “Honestly? Your idea? I thought you said–”<\/p>\n

She shrugged. “You said you wanted to see more of them, and it’s not like we haven’t done plenty of other things. And I’ve always wanted to try something like this. And no one seemed to hate the idea.”<\/p>\n

He dropped his head to her shoulder. “Going to be the death of me, you know.”<\/p>\n

Bill chuckled again. “But what a way to go.” Charlie glanced over again, and he winked. “Maybe we should ask her what other ideas she has.”<\/p>\n

“Probably not,” Charlie said. “She might come up with something even hotter than this, and as many burn potions as I have, that kind of scorching would leave scars.”<\/p>\n

Hermione shook her head. “No, I think this scenario has plenty of \u2026research opportunities remaining, for the time being. Besides. We haven’t got around to trying Fleur’s ideas yet.”<\/p>\n

Charlie groaned and rolled off her, then stood and padded to the bedroom door. “You all consider what to do next. I’ll be right back with supper. And burn cream.” He glanced back over his shoulder. “And if you start without me, someone’s going to have to make it up to me.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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