Waiting to Exhale

A/N: I hate first time scenarios in which every single thing is easy and blissful and just utterly orgasmic. That is a rare thing to have and I refuse to encourage that codswallop (Angry female is angry that her first time sucked balls!)  Anyway, after attempting to write that tripe (and failing miserably) I decided to save the real sexy times for early morning...and my next chapter. Anyway, please let me know if you can think of a way for me to better the story or my writing and as always. please R&R!

Draco heard her words but, at first, they did not register nor did he immediately believe her. She had been on the run with two teenage males for almost a year plus she'd tried dating the Weasel or at least attempted to catch his attention on multiple occasions. The idea that this woman would be wholly his to teach was amazing.

And terrifying.

Most young people have at least an inkling of what they like in the bedroom.  They fantasize about what will or could happen, even as they search for ways to enhance the sexual knowledge they do have, with or without penetrative sex.  There was no way Draco would have remained pure, his own fantasies had put paid to that idea in his third year but to think that his wife would follow his lead, at least in the bedroom, if nowhere else? The idea excited him.

Slim fingers entwined with smaller, daintier ones as gray eyes sought deep brown.  He forced himself to take a breath before he leaned down, and in, to bless her downturned mouth with a kiss. She pushed herself closer to him, he could feel it, so he released her hands and settled his grasp upon the gentle swells of her hips while angling his head slightly and deepening the kiss the moment she sighed against him, tongue sweeping into the warmth of her mouth.

She whimpered.

"Come, wife." 

Hermione, for her part, had appreciated Draco's willingness to keep her away from the inside of the Manor. She'd worried that he would take her into his wing of the large and imposing home but he hadn't. So it was with real pleasure that she gazed around at this much smaller space, contented by the knowledge that he'd thought of her comfort, even before she'd mentioned it.

Unlike some young women, Hermione had never engaged in any sort of serious petting. Her practical knowledge concerning sex began, and ended, with kissing. So when she'd asked Draco to be gentle, it was her way of informing him of what he could expect. If he gave her some time, maybe she could learn to enjoy a physical connection but she worried that her charms might not enough to arouse him. After all, he'd been with girls at Hogwarts and as far as she could see they all shared definite attributes~for sure they weren't small breasted or slim hipped, not like her, at all.

HIs kiss calmed her.

"I can not climb the stairs in this, Draco!" Here, one slim hand waved at her dress. "Help me?" 

He smiled and stepped behind her,  his long fingers lifting her hair slightly to move it out of the way. Within minutes, her dress was unbuttoned and unzipped, and no more than a pool of satin around her feet. She heard Draco growl, something wholly sexual and hungry, and that sound made her knees go weak, Even so, she held her head high and stepped out of the dress, before picking it up and laying it across the back of a nearby couch.

"Let me see you," his words soft.

Hermione paused, took a step back and waited. His gaze devoured her slender frame and missed nothing in his perusal. Her dress had not allowed a bra and she knew that her breasts were small and firm enough to not really require one. What that meant, in reality, is that she stood before him in naught but a garter belt, silk thong, nude stockings and white heels. 

SIlence and then he spoke; "You are beautiful, Hermione."

She believed him, after all, he'd finally said her given name.

Again he lifted her into his arms but this time he pressed dozens of soft kisses to her cheeks and chin, to her mouth and forehead, making it impossible for her to think or worry. Fear was not something he enjoyed engendering in females and he was less apt to do so with her, not until they were comfortable enough with one another to discuss what went on in their bedroom, like adults.

The softness of a bed at her back roused Hermione just enough for her to note her surroundings but then his presence drew her eye. He was stripping down, quickly yet methodically, divesting himself of each layer with a practiced grace. She stared, she knew that she stared, but it could not be helped. He was wide shouldered and small waisted, muscled without being overly so, flesh the color of moonlight and hair that begged to be touched.

Most importantly? He was now hers.

Draco left his dress pants on but rid himself of socks and shoes before turning his attention to the small woman who had watched him so hungrily, even if she did not recognize the feeling as being quite that. To be the center of that much focus made him feel wanted, in more ways than he could easily describe to himself or to another if they asked. 

Their coming together the first time was not perfect. She was virginal and he was a randy young man who had not had sex in months. She did not discover the fact that she had the ability to come on command, he did not find her g-spot. There was pain and quick movements and a grunt, groan and a whimpered sigh. It was quick and damned near over before they'd truly begun but Hermione expected no different. This was real life, not a badly written romance novel.

Sleep when it came did not bring about whispered "I love you's" but it did provide rest, peace, ease, and warmth. All of it was beautiful in its own way and if one took into account that it was their first time as a couple? Well, it was more than enough.