Little Secrets
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Harry Potter › FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
19,623
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Little Secrets
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it all belongs to JKRowling, just having a little fun.
Not something I usually write, but the plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone.
Hermione could feel her.
Everywhere.
All the time.
It was a feeling she enjoyed, sometimes a little too much. Sitting there at the kitchen table Hermione was alone, but she was really always there invading her thoughts, her psyche, and her inner being. She lifted the warm mug towards her lips, and as the hot steam rose and wound its way through her senses, it was if her fingers followed. Trailing down her cheek, playing across her lips, stroking her ever so gently. She never would get to finish the coffee.
It sat on the table, disregarded, as she found herself in front of the bed. As her eyes fell closed she could see the girl lounging lazily atop the comforter. She didn't have to say anything, her eyes said more to Hermione than her ears could ever hear. The way she looked at her from under those dark lashes, her gaze dropping from Hermione's eyes to her chest as her fingers fumbled clumsily with the buttons. She would rise to her knees, and her hands, smooth and cool would push Hermione's aside. She would finish and slide the silky fabric back, letting it glide down her arms to the floor behind her.
Her fingers danced across Hermione's chest, sliding one bra strap down, then the other. Her lips pressed gentle kisses against her collarbone as her hands lifted Hermione's breasts free. She moved down, flicking her tongue against her, taking the pink nub between her lips, sucking, pulling, biting. She reached behind her, undoing the clasp without so much as a fumble, and tossed the lacy fabric away.
Hermione ran her hands through the other girl's hair, enjoying the softness, letting the strands slide through her fingers. She slid them down her neck, over the petite shoulders, grasping a hold as she moved upwards. Her own had moved up to cup the back of Hermione's head, and as she pulled her forward, their lips met hungrily. She pulled back only slightly to let Hermione pull her shirt off. Before they could embrace her again, Hermione ran her fingers over the other girls smaller perky breasts. She bent her head down, capturing a small pink nipple between her teeth, and bit it gently. Grasping her hair gently, yet firmly, the other girl pulled Hermione's head back up.
She took her in his arms, and pulled her down upon the bed. Hermione's skirt bunched around her hips, as the girl's hands slid her knickers off. She could feel herself shake as she lay beside her, taking her breast once again with her mouth as her fingers parted then entered her. Slowly methodically, the girl moved them inside her, twisting them ever so slightly as she did so. One hand of Hermione's covered her, moving in time, the other clutched the fabric beside her, trying desperately to gain control of her body.
Her hips rose from the bed, grinding against the other girl's hand. She leaned up from Hermione's breasts, watching her, enjoying the pleasure that a simple woman's touch brought to her. Hermione couldn't look at her, she kept her head turned to the side. If her eyes dared to open, she would disappear. Instead she let go of the sheet and grasped her own hair, her breath coming in gasps, her voice in whimpers of ecstasy.
She slid in a third finger into Hermione and she could feel her muscles began to quiver.
She could no longer contain the physical pleasure. As her fingers delved inside her own wetness, her back arched off the bed as the fingers of her free hand came to join it. Her legs spread wide as she fucked herself wildly with one hand, and vigorously rubbed her clit with the other. She writhed against the comforter, and called out her name as she came, juices from within flowing down her fingers, wetting her inner thighs, her ass, and the covers below her.
She lay there for a moment catching her breath, and letting her pulse slow to normal. Minutes later the phone rang, bringing her back into reality.
"Hello. No, I'm fine." She laughed. "No, Ginny, your brother and I haven't been doing that." Hermione blushed a deep crimson. "He's already left, thank you. What time are you and Harry coming over tonight? Ok, see you then." She placed the phone back on the cradle and smiled. What would Ginny think of her if she found out that it was fantasies of her that brought Hermione to orgasm morning after morning after her brother had gone to work?
Hermione brought her finger to her nose, and inhaled the scent, closing her eyes and pretending it belonged to Ginny. After flicking her tongue out to take a small taste, she smiled to herself. Ginny could never know. It would continue to be Hermione's little secret.
Not something I usually write, but the plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone.
Hermione could feel her.
Everywhere.
All the time.
It was a feeling she enjoyed, sometimes a little too much. Sitting there at the kitchen table Hermione was alone, but she was really always there invading her thoughts, her psyche, and her inner being. She lifted the warm mug towards her lips, and as the hot steam rose and wound its way through her senses, it was if her fingers followed. Trailing down her cheek, playing across her lips, stroking her ever so gently. She never would get to finish the coffee.
It sat on the table, disregarded, as she found herself in front of the bed. As her eyes fell closed she could see the girl lounging lazily atop the comforter. She didn't have to say anything, her eyes said more to Hermione than her ears could ever hear. The way she looked at her from under those dark lashes, her gaze dropping from Hermione's eyes to her chest as her fingers fumbled clumsily with the buttons. She would rise to her knees, and her hands, smooth and cool would push Hermione's aside. She would finish and slide the silky fabric back, letting it glide down her arms to the floor behind her.
Her fingers danced across Hermione's chest, sliding one bra strap down, then the other. Her lips pressed gentle kisses against her collarbone as her hands lifted Hermione's breasts free. She moved down, flicking her tongue against her, taking the pink nub between her lips, sucking, pulling, biting. She reached behind her, undoing the clasp without so much as a fumble, and tossed the lacy fabric away.
Hermione ran her hands through the other girl's hair, enjoying the softness, letting the strands slide through her fingers. She slid them down her neck, over the petite shoulders, grasping a hold as she moved upwards. Her own had moved up to cup the back of Hermione's head, and as she pulled her forward, their lips met hungrily. She pulled back only slightly to let Hermione pull her shirt off. Before they could embrace her again, Hermione ran her fingers over the other girls smaller perky breasts. She bent her head down, capturing a small pink nipple between her teeth, and bit it gently. Grasping her hair gently, yet firmly, the other girl pulled Hermione's head back up.
She took her in his arms, and pulled her down upon the bed. Hermione's skirt bunched around her hips, as the girl's hands slid her knickers off. She could feel herself shake as she lay beside her, taking her breast once again with her mouth as her fingers parted then entered her. Slowly methodically, the girl moved them inside her, twisting them ever so slightly as she did so. One hand of Hermione's covered her, moving in time, the other clutched the fabric beside her, trying desperately to gain control of her body.
Her hips rose from the bed, grinding against the other girl's hand. She leaned up from Hermione's breasts, watching her, enjoying the pleasure that a simple woman's touch brought to her. Hermione couldn't look at her, she kept her head turned to the side. If her eyes dared to open, she would disappear. Instead she let go of the sheet and grasped her own hair, her breath coming in gasps, her voice in whimpers of ecstasy.
She slid in a third finger into Hermione and she could feel her muscles began to quiver.
She could no longer contain the physical pleasure. As her fingers delved inside her own wetness, her back arched off the bed as the fingers of her free hand came to join it. Her legs spread wide as she fucked herself wildly with one hand, and vigorously rubbed her clit with the other. She writhed against the comforter, and called out her name as she came, juices from within flowing down her fingers, wetting her inner thighs, her ass, and the covers below her.
She lay there for a moment catching her breath, and letting her pulse slow to normal. Minutes later the phone rang, bringing her back into reality.
"Hello. No, I'm fine." She laughed. "No, Ginny, your brother and I haven't been doing that." Hermione blushed a deep crimson. "He's already left, thank you. What time are you and Harry coming over tonight? Ok, see you then." She placed the phone back on the cradle and smiled. What would Ginny think of her if she found out that it was fantasies of her that brought Hermione to orgasm morning after morning after her brother had gone to work?
Hermione brought her finger to her nose, and inhaled the scent, closing her eyes and pretending it belonged to Ginny. After flicking her tongue out to take a small taste, she smiled to herself. Ginny could never know. It would continue to be Hermione's little secret.