One Moment in a Life
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,982
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
One Moment in a Life
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter and Minerva McGonnagal both belong to J.K.Rowling. While I state that these are the characters which produced the following, they are never named, nor are they significantly described. Harry Potter is to be considered 18 years old.
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She stands in the middle of the room, beckoning you in, moving toward you. You walk in slowly, attention solely on her. She gives you a soft, lingering kiss as she winds her left hand into the soft, dark hair at the back of your neck. The other hand untucks your pale white shirt and roams your back, tracing patterns. Soft fingertips, cold, yet welcome. Her left hand drifts down, untucking the other side smoothly, and she begins to unbutton your shirt.
One by one, bare flesh is revealed. She pulls the top back and puts open mouthed kisses down your chest. Slowly, the shirt is slipped off of your body and it falls to the floor, unwanted. She looks up and smiles, and you lean down and kiss her again, freeing her hair from its bun. It shifts down to her shoulders as your hands frame her face. Her hands trace frozen patterns over your back and shoulders and you shiver. Her robe is already open, revealing a tight black top underneath. You remove her shirt, then slip the straps off of her undertop, slowly, always slowly. She lifts her hands to the sky and you take her top over her head and let it rest where it falls. The moonlight bathes her pale skin, white in light, blue in shadows.
Her hands reach for your belt, carefully undoing the buckle, then motioning for you to turn as she slips the belt free from each loop. Undoing the top button, her hands circle your lower half around the top of your pants. She slowly pushes you toward the bed, and you half sit, half fall onto its surface. Your hand move up her legs, underneath her tartan skirt and then you look up. She winks and whispers, ¨Just for you.¨
You place your glasses on the bedside table and start to move back, but she holds onto your pants, which slip free as you move. She climbs on after you, gives you a soft kiss, then moves south. Her fingers play with the rim of your underwear before she slowly slips them down. She looks up and smiles. Taking a solitary finger, she strokes you, down once and then up towards your tip. She lowers her head, and places a single kiss. Her mouth surrounds your tip, sucking softly on the flesh. Her tounge flickers out, circles you, trying, tasting. She backs off and blows softly, and you feel a shiver go through you once more. She licks her lips, then lowers her head and slowly you disappear into her mouth, one inch at a time. You watch her, entranced. Then you tilt your head back, close your eyes and simply feel.
Up and down, up and down, and her tongue, always moving. Slowly the suction decreases as she lifts her head once more. She moves toward you, and you lean to kiss her. Still above you, she puts on hand on your chest and then straddles your body. A firm hand graps your length as she sits astride, and moves herself into a comfortable position, then she sinks slowly onto you. Once you are completely inside, she starts to move, up and down, forward and back. Slowly, always slowly. You grasp her hips, and after a few motions, you roll her over and smile. You lower your head for a kiss, and pull yourself almost completely out. Then she smiles that sweet smile, and you know exactly what she is doing. As you move back inside, her walls start to contract, so that the deep sweet warmth is even closer to you than before. In you sink, softly, slowly, sweetly. No need to rush, these things take time. You watch her face as her features twitch according to your movements. Sometimes you only sink in half way, sometimes you only pull out half way. It keeps the game going. The rush begins, her nails start to scratch your back, delicious claws of want and need. You quicken the pace one stroke at a time as the tension builds. She starts making little noises and you smile.
***
You start making little noises at first, then as he quickens the pace, they become more lustful, more needy. Thrusting your hips up to meet his turns the sweet love making into something slightly more carnal. Faster, the pace quickens, your need quickens. Tension, building, always building, until you let out a single sigh as your body shudders beneath his. The sweet feeling travels through you, then disappears as quickly as it came. It leaves you soft, pliable and comfortable. You notice his timing fail, as he moans softly, thrusts once, twice more, then that soft warm heat and his arms give way as he lies half on you and half to the side. He moves completely off of you, then moves his arm across your body, holding you tight. With his other hand, he grabs the blanket and moves it up to cover you both. A soft kiss, a few sweet words, then you smile, close your eyes and wait for the morning to arrive.
***
She stands in the middle of the room, beckoning you in, moving toward you. You walk in slowly, attention solely on her. She gives you a soft, lingering kiss as she winds her left hand into the soft, dark hair at the back of your neck. The other hand untucks your pale white shirt and roams your back, tracing patterns. Soft fingertips, cold, yet welcome. Her left hand drifts down, untucking the other side smoothly, and she begins to unbutton your shirt.
One by one, bare flesh is revealed. She pulls the top back and puts open mouthed kisses down your chest. Slowly, the shirt is slipped off of your body and it falls to the floor, unwanted. She looks up and smiles, and you lean down and kiss her again, freeing her hair from its bun. It shifts down to her shoulders as your hands frame her face. Her hands trace frozen patterns over your back and shoulders and you shiver. Her robe is already open, revealing a tight black top underneath. You remove her shirt, then slip the straps off of her undertop, slowly, always slowly. She lifts her hands to the sky and you take her top over her head and let it rest where it falls. The moonlight bathes her pale skin, white in light, blue in shadows.
Her hands reach for your belt, carefully undoing the buckle, then motioning for you to turn as she slips the belt free from each loop. Undoing the top button, her hands circle your lower half around the top of your pants. She slowly pushes you toward the bed, and you half sit, half fall onto its surface. Your hand move up her legs, underneath her tartan skirt and then you look up. She winks and whispers, ¨Just for you.¨
You place your glasses on the bedside table and start to move back, but she holds onto your pants, which slip free as you move. She climbs on after you, gives you a soft kiss, then moves south. Her fingers play with the rim of your underwear before she slowly slips them down. She looks up and smiles. Taking a solitary finger, she strokes you, down once and then up towards your tip. She lowers her head, and places a single kiss. Her mouth surrounds your tip, sucking softly on the flesh. Her tounge flickers out, circles you, trying, tasting. She backs off and blows softly, and you feel a shiver go through you once more. She licks her lips, then lowers her head and slowly you disappear into her mouth, one inch at a time. You watch her, entranced. Then you tilt your head back, close your eyes and simply feel.
Up and down, up and down, and her tongue, always moving. Slowly the suction decreases as she lifts her head once more. She moves toward you, and you lean to kiss her. Still above you, she puts on hand on your chest and then straddles your body. A firm hand graps your length as she sits astride, and moves herself into a comfortable position, then she sinks slowly onto you. Once you are completely inside, she starts to move, up and down, forward and back. Slowly, always slowly. You grasp her hips, and after a few motions, you roll her over and smile. You lower your head for a kiss, and pull yourself almost completely out. Then she smiles that sweet smile, and you know exactly what she is doing. As you move back inside, her walls start to contract, so that the deep sweet warmth is even closer to you than before. In you sink, softly, slowly, sweetly. No need to rush, these things take time. You watch her face as her features twitch according to your movements. Sometimes you only sink in half way, sometimes you only pull out half way. It keeps the game going. The rush begins, her nails start to scratch your back, delicious claws of want and need. You quicken the pace one stroke at a time as the tension builds. She starts making little noises and you smile.
***
You start making little noises at first, then as he quickens the pace, they become more lustful, more needy. Thrusting your hips up to meet his turns the sweet love making into something slightly more carnal. Faster, the pace quickens, your need quickens. Tension, building, always building, until you let out a single sigh as your body shudders beneath his. The sweet feeling travels through you, then disappears as quickly as it came. It leaves you soft, pliable and comfortable. You notice his timing fail, as he moans softly, thrusts once, twice more, then that soft warm heat and his arms give way as he lies half on you and half to the side. He moves completely off of you, then moves his arm across your body, holding you tight. With his other hand, he grabs the blanket and moves it up to cover you both. A soft kiss, a few sweet words, then you smile, close your eyes and wait for the morning to arrive.