Second Chances

When he reached the bedroom Barty opened the door before closing it with his foot. Suddenly the playful mood that had once been was replaced by a more serious atmosphere. He slowly lowered Hermione back onto her feet, still holding her around the waist. She looked up at him in the darkness of the room. Looking around she muttered something under her breath making the few candles she had around the room flicker into light.

She turned back to him, her hair dishevelled from being thrown over his shoulder. Reaching out his hand he brushed her hair back slowly moving his other arm behind her and pulling her to him. “Your truly beautiful,” He whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to her neck. “So beautiful.”

She slowly pulled away, walking to the bed she climbed onto it, turning back to him and beckoning him forward. He smiled, removing his long jacket and putting it on the chair by the door, he walked to the bed and crawled up to her, toeing off his shoes on the way.

“Are you sure about this Hermione?” He asked, pressing her back onto the bed and taking her lips in a gentle kiss, “I don’t mean to repeat myself,” He tasted her throat again, swirling his tongue on her pulse point, “But there are a lot of reasons why we shouldn’t be doing what we’re doing.”

“Can’t think of any right now,” She replied, her voice breathless as she ran her fingers through his hair.

He chuckled against her throat, slowly moving down her body until he was propped up on his elbows, his eyes in line with her chest. “If you want me to stop just say it,” He gently nuzzled the top button of her shirt that was low enough for his nose to brush the flesh of her breast. He breathed in the scent that was uniquely her before slowly running his tongue down between her breasts. She moaned quietly and he shifted his weight onto one arm using the other to slowly unbutton her blouse.

He took his time, with every button he undid his fingers gently brushed the flesh behind making her breath in a little sharper and her hands in his hair tug a little harder. Finally her shirt is fully open and he trails soft kisses down her chest, tracing the path his fingers had marked out. Pulling back he looked down at her, almost groaning at the sight. She lay below him, her shirt open and fanned out beside her, her hair spread on the pillow surrounding a flushed face.

“You look amazing,” He uttered the words between kisses placed on the bare flesh of her breasts. “Like a painting, I wish I could capture you on canvas as you look now.”

“Do you want to paint me?” She asked, taking him off guard with a roll putting him on the bottom with her straddling his hips, “Or do you want to touch me?”

He laughed and she moved her fingers to the buttons on his waist coat and undid them, knowing full well that there’s a whole shirt full of buttons underneath. “You wear far too much clothing.”

“Says the woman who wears nothing under her blouse,” He retorted, reaching up and cupping her breast, his thumb grazing her nipple. Her eyes closed for a moment before she playfully batted his hand away. She pulled the waist coat apart and began on the buttons of his shirt, running her finger down his chest after every button. When they were both naked to the waist she leant down, loving the feel of his light smattering of chest hair brushing her nipples, and took his lips once more. His hands began to move pushing the fabric of her blouse down her arms until she pulled it off and tossed it somewhere in the room.

He pulled her back down to him before rolling them back so he returned to hovering over her as she wriggled against him, pressing herself against him in everyway she could. He hadn’t even touched her below the waist and she already felt as though she was on fire. His lips returned to her skin, he revealed in the taste of her, the smoothness of her skin. He moved down slowly kissing and licking a trail until he reached the fabric of her skirt.

“Hermione, look at me,” He whispered, drawing her half-lidded gaze to him, his eyes burning with suppressed passion. “Look at me and tell me you want to carry on. That you want me to do this.”

She reached a trembling hand down to him and ran the back down the side of his face, “I want you to have me,” She replied, her silky gaze holding his, “All of me.”

He smiled and returned his lips to the flesh of her stomach once more, his fingers slipping under the band of her skirt and pulling it down over her hips and tossing it somewhere over his shoulder, moving back to her he laid kisses across her stomach and down her hip before lifting her thigh and kissing the inside making her shudder. The only thing standing in the way of his tasting her were the most flimsy underwear he had ever seen, “I’ve had net curtains with more substantial material,” He whispered as his kissed her through the material.

She gasped and laughed at the same time, “Are you complaining?”

“Not at all,” He replied, siding a finger under the band and along the top, never really going under the material, “I quite like these but you may as well have not being wearing any underwear.”

Her eyes flashed at him “If they bother you why not just remove them?”

He smiled against her flesh as he kissed her once more, pulling back enough to push his shirt and waist coat off he hooked his fingers under the band and pulled them slowly from her body. She raised her legs for him to pull them off and he grabbed her ankles slowly pulling the material up and off before working his way down her calf with kisses. She writhed as he moved up her thigh getting closer and closer to her exposed sex.

Ever so slowly he got closer to her centre, tasting every inch of thigh as he moved until she could feel his warm breath on her. She gripped the sheets on either side of her in anticipation as she felt his breath getting closer and closer until the first touch came. It was soft, almost tentative, the tiniest movement of his tongue along the slit of her sex but the sensation of it made her arch off the bed towards him.

Holding her down with a firm hand on her hip he proceeded to slowly explore her secrets with his tongue. Hermione was spiralling on the sensations his mouth on her could create, she felt more than on fire, she felt so alive. She felt his finger circling her entrance before it slowly slid in, turning inside her and pressing against something inside that made her cry out. Suddenly his movements changed from gentle exploratory to hard driven motions that made her dizzily cry out and pull against the sheets until she cried out as she came harder than she ever thought possible.

He watched her as she came down, her breathing harsh and her cheeks even more flushed. She looked back at him through hooded eyes, her lips forming a delicate O. He undid the buckle of his pants removing them and discarding them on the floor. He laid down beside her running a hand over her stomach, enjoying the soft curve of the flesh there. His hand strayed further up, brushing the bottom of her breasts, she moaned as his hand moved further up, cupping and squeezing her gently.

Rolling to him she wrapped her leg around his hip and took his mouth in a searing kiss, tasting herself in that kiss. She could feel him throbbing against her thigh and marvelled at his restraint, allowing her a release before even thinking of his own. She gripped his shoulders allowing all her need and desire for him to pour through the kiss. She moaned as his hands began to move again, over her back and down, sliding between them the slide into her again making her press to him more.

“Please,” She begged, needing to feel him inside her, she burned for him to take her and make her his own.

Rolling he pinned her to the bed, his weight on his forearms and his hands framing her face. He slowly slid his tongue along her parted lips and into her mouth, claiming her and memorising everything about her. The way her hair smelled and felt, the taste of her mouth, the spicy taste of her sex. The sounds she made, these things were all committed into his memory. Never to let them go.

With as much control as he could muster he slowly moved his engorged head over her sex, covering it in her slick heat. With a groan he began to press into her, hearing her whimpers and mewls of pleasure. Once he was fully sheathed in her tight heat he froze, opening his eyes and looking down at the beauty lying below him. Her eyes were half closer, her hands still gripping his shoulders.

Slowly he kissed a trail up her jaw to her ear and with his lips brushing the shell he whispered, “Can I keep you?”

He heard her intake of breath and felt her chest rise against his, “Always.” She replied, her voice a breath in itself.

Slowly he began to rock into her, stretching her and making her mewl once more. It began as gentle movements, kisses and caresses to confirm the words they uttered to each other in the quiet between gasps and moans. After an eternity in heaven he picked up his pace, his actions still worshipping her with every touch, every thrust but now he was claiming her. Making her his, burning into her forever.

She accepted the fire, submitting to him and becoming his but asking something in return which he gave. Everything that made them who they were went into their actions. They made each other in that moment, casting in stone how they saw each other. Not as the people around them would see them but how they saw each other, laid bare and in the harsh light of day, they accepted who they were because the other loved them as that, as themselves alone.

With one final thrust he came, tumbling into oblivion and taking her with him as they both shuddered and cried out their pleasure. Slowly they came back to themselves, the sweat of their passion cooling on their skin.

Holding his weight on his forearms he looked down at his angel, kissed her lips, tasting salt and something that could only be tasted on her. He sighed against her, “How long will you be mine?”

“Forever,” She whispered back, meaning the word, more than she thought could be rational but she didn’t care. “How long will you keep me?”

“Until the end of days,” He replied, slowly pulling away and laying on his back pulling her to him he pulled the covers up half way with his foot and pulled it over them, hiding them from the chill of the room.