Sexe en Papier

There are more chapters, but this was initially a one-shot. I think I'll just leave it as is for this site.

I. The Artiste

(Hermione's POV)

Paris, France - August 17th, 1917.

The name's Granger. Alain Granger. I'm seventeen, but my real name's Hermione Granger. I make a living drawing naked women in this city of love.

I used to work in a factory back in London. A friend of mine told me I'd make a better living putting my talents to use...and by talents, Ginny meant my artistic gifts. She probably also meant my talent for having a way with people. Besides...working in that factory with so many girls always made me sweat too much, and not just because of the labor.

There were so many temptations in there. I knew most of the girls, and they were all gorgeous. I've grown up around them, and not being exposed to the opposite sex during my pubescent years left me no choice but to swing this way. Unfortunately, all of their parents were working on arranging their marriages with rich men so they wouldn't have to work anymore. My parents? They didn't care about me. Plus, we were never very close to begin with. I didn't mind.

So after becoming infatuated with about five different girls in that factory, I decided it was time to leave. I gathered all the money I was able to make, and left. I went on an adventure, from London to Paris, where I drew the best. But, of course, no woman would really want to come near me if they knew I was just a teenage girl.

As soon as I got to Paris, I was en route to a nearby clothing store. I was exhausted, but I knew I needed a decent manly outfit. Baggy brown corduroys, a large brown cap, a gray long-sleeved shirt, and a long black coat was all I purchased. I already had an empty sketchbook and a pocket full of pencils, erasers, and a few knives for sharpening. I had my hands and tongue ready for texture, and a little something else...

Drawing the women here was simple...I'd tip my hat to them and wave my sketchbook a little. They'd smile and take me to a dimly-lit area where they would strip immediately. My policy for pay was half up front, half later. Or all of it later if they were extra pretty. I usually got enough to buy plenty of food for the day, and save up for future sketchbooks.

I could tell a lot of them wanted to give me a little something more, but I would always shake my finger at them and toss my pay in the air, catching it as I tipped my hat at them a second time. It was pretty satisfying to know that I turn so many women on with my talents.

I just wished I could turn them on in another way, too.


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One summer evening, I found a curious woman by the clothing store. I observed her carefully as I walked up to her, tipping my hat as she looked at me and licked her large, red lips. I let my eyes travel her pale face, her long neck...I felt my eyes widen as they drew down her curves, wondering how I could get them on paper, and maybe even in my hands... I know I wasn't supposed to make any kind of physical contact with my customers, but this one was a little hard to resist...

Her eyes flashed at me and I felt a gentle tug on my collar...though I hardly noticed that she was the one who did it. I gazed up at her large blue eyes uncertainly, trying to remember to keep a bit of masculinity in my aura. I narrowed my eyes and placed my sketchbook in between our breasts as I moved my other hand to her waist. I grinned roguishly as I opened my mouth to speak, feeling my heart racing in my throat. I needed to keep my voice deep...

"Would you care to show me what's underneath this lovely blue dress of yours, Madame?"

She moved her free hand to my chin, extending a finger and running it up my cheek as she exhaled. I wasn't sure if she could tell that I wasn't a man, but it didn't look like she could. She was still giving me a coy smile, tilting her head to the side as she placed her palm on my face. Slapping it lightly, she responded to me in a melodic voice.

"I would love to. What might your name be?"

That melody had me hypnotized...

"Alain Granger. And you are...?"

My voice was barely more than a whisper. She laughed softly, still sounding so perfect. Her face, her body, her voice...pure perfection. I wanted to put all of that in this sketchbook of mine...that's what I lived to do, after all.

"Fleur Delacour."

"Where shall we go?"

"My house, of course. Follow me, Alain..."

She pulled me gently by the collar around the corner, where there was a line of identical white houses, all very large. Fleur took me up the three steps to a door of the fifth house in the line. A maid greeted us, and bowed curtly as she opened the door to an ornate sitting room.

There were tens of paintings by famous Baroque artists. They matched the interior perfectly. It was champagne-colored, with marble flooring and a high ceiling. Fleur led me up a spiral staircase where a long hallway with many doors was waiting for us. We went into the first one, and Fleur let go of me as we got inside. She locked the door behind her and turned to face me, still smiling.

"My room," she said simply.

"It's quite nice."

Fleur's room seemed to be almost as large as the sitting room. I felt like I was in one of François's paintings. It was flamboyant and perfect enough for her style, I believe. Her flirting style, really.

"So, Alain...'ow much do you charge?"

I completely forgot that this was just for business. She began removing her large dress, while my mind began racing. I never choked up this much with my customers in the past. This wasn't normal.

"However much you want to give me..."

"And all of eet 'as to be money, I assume?"

"No..."

That no wasn't supposed to come out of my mouth. She laughed as she stood in just a thin white slip, extending her arms at her sides. My eyes immediately darted to her chest and I felt too warm. I was steaming. Fleur could tell and laughed a little more before she sighed and spoke up again.

"You like what you see, hm?"

"I do..."

"Where would you like me to lay?"

I sighed and tried to regain my professional composure. I looked around and couldn't find any long couches or things of the sort. I swallowed and pointed to the bed, shifting my sketchbook to graze my stomach; it felt like a complete mess in there. She nodded to me as she walked in front of the bed, pointing to a chair right beside it.

"Sit. You should be able to get a good enough view from zere."

I walked over to it and sat down as she bent one knee ever so slightly, placing the tips of her fingers on her shoulders. I swallowed, trying to keep my nerves hidden. This was definitely going to be a night to remember...

"Ready when you are, Fleur..."

She bowed her head slightly as she narrowed her eyes, finally removing her slip. I could feel a bullet of sweat dribble down my forehead, over my eye and on my lips. Fleur took a few steps forward and bent down, placing her hands on my shoulders. I do believe she made a point to place her breasts right in my line of sight as she did...

"Why don't you take zis coat off? You look warm."

I could hear a small moan in her throat as she removed my coat, throwing it onto another chair behind me. She placed her hands back on my shoulders and leaned forward more, sliding her hands and arms down my back. I immediately sat up straight, taking in her lovely scent as my nose came in contact with her neck. I had time to do more to her neck...so much more. She only laughed as I sat there, and I felt her voice vibrate on my lips as she moved her neck down a little more...

"Still warm, Granger?"

"I'm burning, Fleur..."

She moved her lips to my ear and laughed a little more. My hammering heart beats must have gone through my ears or something...

"I suppose I cannot ask you to remove your clothes. You must stay profe'zional, after all..."

"Yes, I must..."

"Relax, Alain...relax."

I sighed as she pulled away, wiping that bit of sweat off of my lip with her fingernail. She caressed my lips for a moment, looking like she was enjoying my hot breaths on her hand. I was still staring at her breasts, and my eyes were probably a little too wide. She laughed and moved back to the bed, laying on her side to face me.

"Put your...arm up...like this," I said, placing my hand behind my head. She did so, but I noticed she needed a little support...back there.

I stood and placed some extra pillows behind her, stuffing them carefully under her curves. I licked my lips as I surveyed her, trying hard to remember that I was only there to draw her...nothing more. She seemed to be comfortable, so I slowly walked backwards to my chair. I sat down and turned to a blank page in my sketchbook, then took out a sharp pencil. Sighing, I looked up at her and my breath caught in my throat...she was smiling. Still. I blushed as I felt her eyes boring into mine.

"Do you always get so nervous wiz your customers?"

"No, never."

"Mmm...well, you'll get used to me. Now let's see what you can do, oui?"

I nodded and took a deep breath as I began to sketch the outline of her head, moving to making rough outlines of her upper body, her waist...thighs...everything. As I began evening everything out, I kept trying to imagine the texture of her body. Was it glossy? Or was the lighting in the room playing tricks on my eyes? I needed to know...otherwise the drawing wouldn't come out right.

So I scooted my chair up a little, extending a shaky hand out to reach her face. Fleur took my hand in her own, guiding it to my destination as she looked at me sternly. She wasn't breathing...or blinking. She rubbed her slender fingers against my hand as I felt her smooth visage. It was like glass...extremely soft skin-colored glass that was warm against my hand. Her eyes were like glass, too. I saw myself in them, yes...I saw past them, too. I saw a hint of hunger in her gaze...

I smiled and exhaled, moving my hand away from her face. She knew what I had in mind...because she decided it was best to place my hand on her waist. Her skin there was just like her face...but she kept moving my hand over her curves, across her thigh and letting it go as I explored the rest of her leg...I got my answer, so I nodded and took a deep breath, moving my chair back a little and continued drawing.

Fleur shifted slightly and raised her chin as she continued looking at me with that same desire in her eyes.

I had her.

Well, I could have. There was just the thing about me not being a man.


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I finished with her outline quickly. I began rounding out her eyes, glancing up at them constantly as I did to make sure I got the right shape. I made sure to have them look glassy. Her eyes were glazed over, after all. Her nose was simple enough...I tried to visualize the most wonderful scent filling it right up as I drew. Her lips...oh, they were quite interesting to copy. She was tasting me with them...that's how they were so luscious and ripe, of course.

As I always say - simple fantasies make for a simple drawing session...

But there was a problem. Well, make that two: her breasts. I blushed again as I wondered how to put those enigmas on this paper. Fleur smiled slightly as she watched me think. I decided it would be best to skip them...so I moved horizontally once more. Oh...this was even worse. The clitoris. No, no... I know I've never had a problem with this before. But none of the women I've drawn before were Fleur. I moved on to her knees instead...

Though, once those were done, there was no way to avoid finishing the rest. I just figured I could suck it up and try to at least enjoy it instead of running away from it...

So I began with her breasts first. They were large, yes. In proportion to her body, they were the perfect size. Perfect for me to possibly experiment with... The sad thing was that it didn't take long to draw them. So...that left me the only option of finishing the drawing with her special prize...

Again, this wasn't very hard to draw. A few jagged lines here and there, using my finger to rub those lines and add some depth...simple. But I didn't want to finish. I knew if I finished, she'd put her dress back on. She'd pay me, then I'd have to be on my way...

I decided to flesh this part out a little more, you know? I just had to fantasize as much as I could with her in front of me...savor the moment. Savor my talents, and savor this woman. I loved it...

What was it like...

It was sex on paper.

Yes, I just met this woman about an hour ago. Yes, I had become smitten with her in such a short time. But hey, I was drawing her. All of her. My pencil was the equivalent of my hand shaping out her features. My eyes told me where to go, my hands told me what they felt like, and my heart told me how fast and how slow to sculpt.

Sculpting in between her thighs with this powerful tool of mine...it was invigorating. I wanted to do just more than sculpt...and Fleur could tell.

"You look troubled." She spoke softly and carried my emotions around like a whip...

"Again...I'm just not sure about the texture...here."

"Where?"

"Um...th-there..." I pointed my pencil right in between her legs, squinting one eye as I did. I could have sworn she blushed a little...

"You can feel for your'zelf..."

"N-no...it's fine. I'll just--"

"Granger. Please. I am paying you for your services, and I would like zis to be perfect."

Her chest rose and fell a little faster than before. My insides were doing the exact same thing as I slowly inched closer to her. I was already sitting close enough to her to reach without any difficulty. I placed my hand on her inner thigh, and I think my nose threatened to start bleeding as I moved my fingers up just a little more...then a little more. Fleur's chest continued to rise and fall faster and faster as I grazed her lips.

They felt just like the rest of her body, yes...but there was a tiny difference. This tiny difference made so much of a difference, though.

She was wet.

I bit my lip as I swallowed, reluctantly bringing my hand back. Fleur moved her same hand to mine, clasping it in her own. She moved my fingers to her mouth...and licked. Briefly.

My mind stopped working. I gaped at her, feeling my nerves jet through my heart. She wiped my fingers down her neck, raising her chin more and more as she did. She moved my hand over her breast and I felt my sketchbook slipping from my lap...but I couldn't react. There was no room for detracting my attention from the woman in front of me. I felt her breaths slow down as she guided my hand across her flat stomach, and finally returning it to where it once was...

My sketchbook finally fell to the floor. Fleur finally couldn't take it anymore and grabbed my other wrist, yanking me onto the bed with her. I began to panic; she'd find out that I was really a girl if she did anything serious. But...luckily all she did was kiss me as she made my hand stay right in between her legs.

Her lips were so tender...just like the rest of her body. I brought my free hand to her arm, trying to keep her from acting on an urge to remove my hat and clothes. I was going to be in deep trouble if she found out anything...my career would be ruined. I shouldn't have been this close to her at all, but...she was just so inviting.

My fingers began to grow more confident as we kissed, and I began to caress her as slowly as I could. I felt her moan in my mouth. I smiled, moving to the side a bit so I could be on top of her. We pulled away briefly and she looked in my eyes, narrowing hers as she licked her lips. I stopped moving my fingers as she spoke.

"So gentle, Alain. You 'ave a way wiz women, don't you?"

"Actually, no. You're my first..."

"You're my first, too..."

And with that, Fleur grabbed my arms. In one swift motion, she was suddenly on top of me. My eyes widened as she moved in to kiss me with more force than the first time. I began to worry that she'd take too much control, and then...I'd be exposed. She kissed down my neck and my breathing began to pick up. I was still so nervous, and she could sense that as she began unbuttoning my shirt...

I couldn't move my arms, because she had immediately placed her knees on them as she moved her hands to my shirt. I squirmed around, trying to push her off of me, but I couldn't. My arms had turned into jelly along with my stomach and I had no power anymore. Luckily...she didn't unbutton it all the way. But instead, she unbuttoned my corduroys and ripped them down my torso, leaving them to hang awkwardly at my waist.

What really got me was how she bent backwards and removed my shoes, showing me what I was caressing minutes ago...I couldn't breathe anymore.

Once she got my shoes off, she tossed them aside, moving in to kiss me once more. Something was strange...I couldn't really tell with her in the way, but couldn't she see something that wasn't supposed to be there? On my chest? She even took my hat off... Apparently she didn't notice, because she kept kissing me.

"You know..." she breathed in my mouth. "I lied a little bit. Because..."

I couldn't respond. I could only muffle some incoherent sound from my throat. Fleur laughed softly and spoke up once more.

"I remember seeing you enter zat clothing store weeks ago."

Fleur pulled away slightly, leaving her nose centimeters from mine. Her blue eyes reflected my brown ones...I was so horrified.

"You are my first, yes...but..."

She exhaled deeply as she moved her knees off of my arms, placing her waist over mine just as she...

"You are my first woman, Mademoiselle Granger."

Ripped the corduroys off of my waist...