When In Egypt

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Bill Weasley exited the sweltering temple in Luxor, Egypt, where he was currently stationed. He had been there for three days now and still wasn’t any closer to breaking the curse that was creating a magical barrier blocking a long corridor that had recently been discovered. When Gringott’s had heard about the ancient scrolls that were allegedly house within, they had immediately pulled Bill off his current job of working through an ancient pyramid, knowing that he was the best curse breaker that they employed.

The only problem was that this time, he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to break the curse. It was Dark Magic that even he had never seen before. He had finally admitted to himself that the next day’s activities were going to consist of going to the Wizards’ Ancient Text Library and doing some exhaustive research looking through old texts to see if he could figure out what spell had been used and what was its counter-curse.

He sighed as he walked down the sandy streets, his body tired and sweaty from being cooped inside all day where no fresh air could reach. Not caring what anyone thought, he quickly stripped his black t-shirt off of his chest and carried it in his hand. The cool breeze blowing over him already made him feel a bit cooler, but he knew that once he got into his hotel room to take a shower he would feel like a new man.

He didn’t even care that the sign on the hotel door indicated that you must be fully clothed before entering. He walked straight through the lobby, and choosing to bypass the elevator, he walked up the three flights of stairs to the hallway where his room was located.

He stopped in the dark hallway in front of his door and fished around in his pocket for the key that would allow him in his room. He vaguely thought about charming the door open, but Gringott’s biggest policy was that when you were out in the field, you needed to appear as Muggle as possible.

“I need a holiday,” he muttered as he jammed the key in the doorknob and turned it. He longed to be home at the Burrow, surrounded by his family. When he was with his family, he could just relax and be the oldest of the Weasley boys, and not have the responsibilities of being the best curse breaker in England.

He stepped into his hotel room grateful that the fan he had left going in the morning had cooled his room while he had been gone. He unbuttoned his jeans and had started for the zipper when he suddenly realized he was not the only person in the room.

“How did you get in here?” he asked the woman standing with her back to him as she looked out the window.

“All it takes is a simple spell to get in a locked door,” Hermione responded, exasperated at his silly question, as she turned around slowly.

Bill felt a jolt in his stomach as he drank in the sight of her. Hermione was wearing a simple black skirt and a white button-down short sleeve blouse that had the top two buttons undone. The pair of sandals adorning her feet had a high heel on them, making her at least two inches taller. She looked gorgeous. He knew if he kept staring at her, he would be tempted to do something that wasn’t exactly wise to start.

He turned away from her and headed into the small bathroom to the side of the room to catch a breath. “What are you doing here?” he called out into the room once he was sure he could breathe again.

Crossing the room to stand in the bathroom door to meet Bill’s eyes in the mirror above the sink, Hermione finally answered. “There’s an important issue we need to discuss, as you well know.”

Bill looked down, unable to meet her eyes. Damn it, he didn’t want to deal with it right now. He had been trying to put it out of his mind. The unfortunate thing was that he hadn’t been able to get that night out of his mind, no matter how hard he worked trying to outrun it. “I need a shower,” he said, trying to gain a few more minutes.

“A little dirt and sweat on you isn’t going to bother me. If I remember correctly, the last time we were alone together in a room, you were the same way after degnoming your mother’s gardens.”

“Damn it, Hermione,” he swore as he turned around to face her. “I can’t deal with this now.”

“Yes, you can,” she said as she took a step closer. “I’ve given you four months to deal with it. When I never heard from you, I decided it was time to take matters in my own hands. I found out from Ron where you were and decided that it was time to have this out once and for all.”

“It’s not that simple,” Bill tried to protest as he unconsciously ran his hand over his muscled chest. His hand froze as he realized what he was doing, noticing that Hermione’s eyes were transfixed on his chest.

Bill tried not to recall the last time they had been together at the Burrow. Hermione had been supervising the degnoming, afraid to get her own hands dirty. When he and Charlie had finished the garden, Hermione had ordered them both inside to clean up. While Charlie had automatically headed for the house, Bill had decided to tease her by chasing her around with his filthy hands, wanting to wipe the dirt off his hands onto her shirt.

She had screamed and ran into the house as he chased her. She ended up running into the twins’ bedroom, hoping she could throw the lock on the door before Bill reached her. She hadn’t been quick enough and he had stalked in the room, kicking the door shut with his boot. He had backed her up into the wall, and while looking into her eyes with a grin on his face, he slowly brought his filthy hands down over the front of her spotless white shirt.

Expecting to get hexed, Bill had realized that instead of a curse coming out of Hermione’s mouth, a groan had escaped as his hands had traveled down over her breasts. Her eyes had been closed and that was the only reason he had gotten the nerve to look down at her breasts. She hadn’t been wearing a bra and her nipples had been hard pebbles poking out of her shirt.

When he had finally removed his hands from her, he had been surprised when Hermione had pulled his hands back to her shirt to rest on her breasts. The next thing he had known was that they were shagging up against a wall in his brothers’ room.

It had been one of the most glorious days in his life and no matter how much he tried to lie to himself, he hadn’t been able to purge it from his mind. He had never considered Hermione anything other than a sister until that one moment. He had been overwhelmed by the desire Hermione had shown for him while they were against that damn wall.

“It’s very simple,” Hermione disagreed as she stepped up to him, pressing her chest into his. “You shagged me that night, left the next morning and haven’t talked to me since then. You could have at least told me that you weren’t interested in continuing things further and that I was just a fling.”

Bill tried not to feel those same nipples rubbing against his bare chest and tried to ignore the bulge that was forming in his jeans at having Hermione so close. He clenched his hands on the counter behind him, where he had managed to keep them since he had turned to face her.

“Or weren’t you man enough to tell me that?” she continued.

Having his manhood questioned infuriated Bill. He was always quick with his hands and proved that again as they flew to Hermione’s arse, lifting her into his body, rubbing her against the solid cock that was aching to be free from his pants.

“Oh, I’m definitely man enough,” he said, grinding her against him harder.

“Bill,” Hermione groaned, pressing herself against his body tighter. “I’m in love with you,” she said shakily even as she froze, scared of his reaction.

Bill couldn’t contain the joy that welled up inside of him as he looked at Hermione’s flushed face. “I’ve been trying to run away from it,” he muttered. “I’ve been trying to get you out of my head since that night. I didn’t think it could ever work between the two of us. I’ve been trying to outrun my feelings only to come to the conclusion that I can’t. You’re in my blood and in my soul, Hermione. I’m so glad you came here to Egypt to find me. I’ve needed you for so long.”

“Please, Bill,” she cried out in desire; excited she had finally gotten him to admit his need to her. “I need you,” she said before her lips came crushing down on his in a brutal kiss.

His tongue wrestled with hers, fighting to dominate her even as he turned her around to sit on the counter next to the sink. He could feel her hands in his hair, releasing the leather strap that was holding his hair together in a ponytail.

He pulled away from her mouth and kissed up and down her neck, as Hermione had thrown her head back to smack against the mirror. Breaking fully apart, he brought his hands down her shirt, neither one caring if he ruined it as he yanked it open. The ping of buttons scattering on the floor was all that was heard as Bill bent down to take one of those hard nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Hermione’s nipple popped in and out of his mouth as he sucked on it, gently nibbling now and then. Transferring his mouth to the other nipple, Bill also slid his hands up between Hermione’s legs, drawing circles on her thighs as he teased her.

She opened her legs wide for him and as he brushed over her mound, he was surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing any panties. He could hear Hermione moaning as he finally slid his hand across her core, amazed at how wet she was already for him.

He pulled away from her nipple and began licking paths up to her neck. As he approached her ear, he said huskily, “I’m going to fuck you, Hermione. I need to bury my cock inside of your heat.”

Even though she was incapable of forming words, he could tell she loved the fact that he was telling her what he was going to do. He could feel her hot channel clenching around the two fingers he had slid into her depths. He continued the assault of her pussy until he felt her trembling. Knowing she was going to come, he quickly removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth, locking his gaze with hers as he slowly slid his fingers into his mouth, licking all her glistening juices from his hand.

“You taste so good,” he murmured as he leaned in to kiss her. “I’m going to have you coming all night long when I eat you, but right now I have to fuck you.”

“Please,” she begged, desperate to have him buried inside of her.

Bill didn’t even bother undressing; he just reached down and finally pulled the zipper down on his tight jeans, freeing the hard cock that had been quick to betray him earlier. He wanted to chuckle at the thought that he was glad it was so hot in Egypt that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, but the chuckle turned into a groan as he pulled her to the edge of the counter and slid inside.

She was clutching his biceps trying to pull him into her even more tightly as he thrusted in and out, his hands holding onto her arse. Her skirt had ridden up around her waist and she watched, mesmerized, at his wide cock slamming in and out of her as hard as Bill could go.

“You’re so…tight,” Bill groaned as he closed his eyes and continued. “So wet…so hot.” He knew after waiting four months that he wasn’t going to last long, but the most important thing was making sure Hermione was getting as much pleasure as he was. “Touch yourself, baby. I want to feel you come around me. I want you to squeeze my cock.”

He knew the minute Hermione had her fingers on her clit. He could feel her tensing up and knew it wouldn’t take long. He continued thrusting in and out, feeling the gentle touch of Hermione’s hand brushing against his cock now and then. He watched as her eyes got cloudy and her body went rigid as she moaned from the power of her orgasm. One thrust later, Bill was leaning into her, groaning into her neck from the force of his own orgasm.

Neither of them moved for a few moments, basking in the joy of their realization that they were each what the other needed. Bill was finally the first to move a few moments later, pulling his weight off of Hermione whose back was against the mirror on the wall at an odd angle.

“Thank Merlin you came looking for me,” Bill said to her as he gently touched his lips down on hers, expressing all of his love with the simplest of kisses.