Winner Takes All

SUNDAY


Blaise woke up to find that he was sleeping with his shirt on, his trousers down around his ankles, and his stomach and hand coated with his dried release. This was not a good way to wake up, the raven-haired Slytherin decided as he sat up and surveyed himself. With a low groan, he finished removing his pants and boxers and then swung his long legs over the side of his bed. As he stood, he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his slender shoulders, tossing it on the floor beside his bed. He’d pick up his clothes later, after a shower. He entered his bathroom and turned on the shower, stepping under the warm water after using the restroom.


He loved his morning showers. There was just something so refreshing about the steamy water cascading down his naked body, the dark wizard finding them invigorating and somewhat arousing. After washing his hair and body, he leaned against the shower wall, his head on his right arm and his left hand moving down to stroke his morning erection. His eyes were a dark violet as his fingers wrapped around his cock, his mind easily remembering the feel of Hermione from the previous evening. Instead of her leaving with a platonic kiss, he imagined her moving to straddle him, her hands on his body as she kissed him.


He moaned softly as his hand increased the speed of his strokes, closing his eyes as he took the fantasy farther. Hermione on the sofa beneath him, her clothes on the floor, his mouth on her breast, her soft voice begging him to fuck her, to love her, his cock thrusting into her wet pussy. The raven-haired wizard had a vivid imagination when it came to Hermione, having learned her different smiles and expressions and even her laughs over the years he had been infatuated with her. He knew her scent, knew ever curve of her face, even knew that there were five freckles on the right side of her neck below her ear and that she was ticklish after hugging her once and brushing his fingers against her ribs and causing her to giggle.


He knew a lot about her after watching her and getting to know her throughout the last four years, but he was greedy. He wanted to know everything about her, to learn ever freckle on her body, to learn what made her moan, what made her beg, what caused her eyes to gleam with desire and excitement, to hear the sounds she made as they made love, to smell the scent of her mixed with the scent of him and sex and sweat, knowing that it would be intoxicating. Remembering her moans from the previous evening, he concentrated on the fantasy in his mind, her legs wrapped around his waist, her mouth on his as they enjoyed one another. It didn’t take long before his body arched forward, his release spilling onto his hand and the side of the shower wall.


Taking several gasps of breath, the tall Slytherin slowly straightened up, his head falling back as the water rained down on his face and dripped down his nude body. Blaise straightened his head, opening his eyes and moving his left hand up to the shower’s spray. After he washed his hands clean of seed, he stopped the water, his hands moving to his hair and wringing out some of the water from the curly black locks. He stepped out of the shower and reached for his towel, rubbing his hair first then moving the white material over his body. He was nearly dried off when he heard a noise in his room. Before he could move, the bathroom door swung open and Hermione walked in.


\"Blaise? Do you have a towel I can borr,\" the rest of her words were lost as she stared at the magnificent sight in front of her. Naked Blaise. Wet naked Blaise. Holy fuck. When she’d decided to disturb him that morning wearing her naughtiest nightie, one she had bought on impulse when doing her shopping for Christmas that year, she had expected him to find him sleeping. She had heard him in the bathroom and, honestly, it had never occurred to her that he might be in the shower. A wave of arousal washed over has as her eyes moved over his body. Definitely a God somewhere in his lineage, she decided as her eyes noticed the long cock resting against his thigh, watching as it twitched under her gaze.


\"Hermione!\" Blaise managed to stammer, pulling his towel around his waist, knowing that he must be blushing. Merlin, the look in her eyes…he could feel his cock starting to react, turning away from her as he fumbled for a clean towel, assuming that was what completed her sentence. He inhaled sharply when he felt a warm finger on his left shoulder.


\"You have a tattoo,\" Hermione was surprised, her finger tracing the Italian words. \"What’s it say?\"


\"è sempre quei calmi,\" he repeated in perfect Italian.


\"And that means?\" Hermione prompted, trying to ignore the heat that spread over her as his husky voice spoke his native language.


\"It’s always the quiet ones,\" he whispered as he turned to face her, her eyes meeting his as her hand now rested against his collarbone.


She smiled slightly, \"Why does that not surprise me?\"


\"Draco dared me to get it over the summer,\" Blaise confessed, \"but I’m rather fond of it now.\"


\"I’m sorry about just walking in here and, um, seeing,\" she made a gesture with her hand that included his entire frame. She would wager that a peak at the mirror would find that her cheeks were the color of Ron’s hair.


Blaise noticed the flush in her cheeks, the way her eyes kept moving over his chest before looking into his, realizing that she was affected by his nudity. Well, well, well, maybe this morning wasn’t starting off as badly as he had thought. He smiled slowly as he told her, \"Don’t worry about it, Hermione. You needed a towel?\"


\"Yes,\" she nodded, taking the towel he handed her and bringing it against her chest. With one last longing gaze at him, she said, \"Thank you, Blaise,\" and then turned to leave.


\"Hermione,\" Blaise called after her, his indigo eyes sweeping over her body as he noticed the sheer and sexy negligee she was wearing, his cock hardening beneath the towel, his hands fumbling with the white cloth as he tried to conceal his erection.


\"Yes?\" she turned to glance at him over her shoulder, appreciating the opportunity for one last ogle.


His eyes moved over her, noticing the way the flimsy material molded her full breasts and skimmed across her curvy hips before falling mid-thigh. She had gorgeous legs, he realized, having never really been able to see them before when she wasn‘t wearing trousers or a long skirt. Bloody hell, she was even more lovely than he‘d imagined. His eyes caught hers, his lips curving into a sexy smile as he said, \"That color looks stunning on you.\"


\"Oh,\" she whispered as his eyes blazed a path over her body, feeling as if his hands had touched her instead of just his gaze. She smiled, \"Thank you,\" before she hastily retreated from the bathroom before she pushed him against the wall and snogged him.


Blaise watched her leave, her nightie twirling around the soft curves of her arse, giving him a glimpse of her emerald green knickers as she left his bathroom. With a groan, he dropped the towel and stepped back into the shower, turning it on as cold as it could get as his hand began an action that was becoming increasingly familiar.


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A/N: Woo hoo! Got part six written. The tattoo was translated by Ashleyfanfic and was her idea but we both agreed it was perfect for our Blaise! Anyway, hope you enjoy! Thanks to everyone reading and reviewing! About to start working on part seven (Draco\'s turn...*grin*)...I just love Blaise!