Hard Day at Work.
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Blaise
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
12,029
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I dont own anything Harry Potter related nor do I make any money from my writing- I just like to play with JKR's characters
Hard Day at Work.
Hard Day at Work
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Blaise was hunched over his desk in the Ministry of Magic. It has been a long week and it was only Wednesday. Working within the International Relations division had it perks to be sure. He traveled often- one of his greatest loves- the pay was great and his cunning and intelligence had ensured his quick rise among the ranks of ambassadors.
But one little riot at a quiddich match had the howlers flowing in. It was not his fault English fans had decided to take out their frustration over their epic loss on the German fans. But he was left to clean up this little incident.
He didn’t even get to look forward to being with his lover that night. She was off doing research for the next four days in some Merlin forsaken corner of the globe.
He locked the door to his office, his secretary could corral the howlers- he needed his lunch break.
He sat down and leaned back in his leather chair with a sigh. Gods he missed her. He looked at the picture he had of her framed on his desk. She was smiling over her shoulder, standing on a balcony overlooking the Mediterranean. Her long curly hair was being tussled in the wind, her whiskey eyes sparkled in the fading sunlight. She was gorgeous.
He spread out, his long legs wrapped in tailored wool, his leather shoes shined to perfection. He closed his dark eyes and let his mind drift to his witch. When she got home he was not letting her out of their bedroom for at least three days.
His cock stirred just at the thought of all the wonderfully pleasurable things he had planned for them. The new tub had been installed, so that would need ‘christening’. He pictured her skin glistening in the warm water and groaned, shifting to release some of the confining pressure of his trousers.
He was entirely too caught-up in his little fantasy to notice the door unlocking and the soft steps coming up behind his chair.
Hermione smiled at the picture her lover was offering. His deep chocolate colored skin was beautiful against the light blue of his dress shirt. One large hand gripping onto the arm of the chair, the other dancing over the long hard column of the erection hidden in his slacks.
She felt her body flush with need. A reaction she had always had to her wizard, even after five years, three of which they had lived together- it still shocked her.
She walked around slowly and suck to her knees between his strong thighs. He was still not aware of her presence. That was until her hand joined his over his need.
“Hermione?” he looked down and she smiled that special way she always did when she was feeling particularly playful.
“Got home early and thought I would stop by to surprise you. Thinking of me?” she asked dropping her cheek down to nuzzle his now weeping cock.
“Always,” he hissed as she nipped him through the thick fabric.
She reached up and made quick work of his belt, button and zipper. She pulled him free, as always grateful that he preferred freedom to boxer-briefs. She teased him a little with her fingers, one warm hand reaching back to roll his heavy sac. Blaise's head rolled to the back of the chair as his hand reached into her wild curls.
She took pity on him and wrapped her pink lips around him. His hips rose, offering himself to the pleasure Hermione was giving him. Her tongue, lips and -on occasion- her teeth knew just the way to torment him in the most amazing way possible.
Within minutes she had him panting and close to releasing all his pent up need.
“Gods love, stop, I want to be in you.”
She pulled away, a quick kiss on the tip for good measure, and she was in his lap, legs flanking his own. His warm hand pushed her skirt up to her waist and he smiled when he saw all of her, ready for him.
“No knickers love?” Blaise asked as he lined up his diamond hard erection with her soft wet center.
“I told you I wanted to surprise you.” She replied and then arched her back as he pushed all the way in, bottoming out in her scorching heat.
“Merlin, I missed you so much Blaise.” Hermione whimpered in his ear as he began to rock beneath her in time with her own seeking thrusts.
“Not as much as I missed you my witch,” he groaned back to her. His hands moved down, gripping the soft globes of her arse, and her arms wrapped tighter around his broad shoulders as they raced to climax.
Hermione came first. Her husky moans pushing Blaise to follow, grunting as he emptied into her.
They sat cuddled in the after glow, catching their breath and stroking each other gently.
“As much as I enjoy our little reunion sessions, I do not like you being away from me for that long.” Blaise confided as he combed back her hair to look into her glowing face.
“You are welcome to come and molest me on site whenever you want you know.” She winked at him.
“Then they would have to owl all my work because I would take you at ever chance I got.”
“Oh how sweet.” She kissed his cheek.
“Want to go home and try our new tub?” he asked with a pinch to her rounded backside.
“Yes please.” She giggled when her lifted her into his arms and flooed them home from his office.
~~
He made it back Friday afternoon to pick up some paper work, but that was only time anyone saw Blaise at the office until Monday.
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A/N Just thought those two needed some fun :-)
Cheers,
Sarah
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Blaise was hunched over his desk in the Ministry of Magic. It has been a long week and it was only Wednesday. Working within the International Relations division had it perks to be sure. He traveled often- one of his greatest loves- the pay was great and his cunning and intelligence had ensured his quick rise among the ranks of ambassadors.
But one little riot at a quiddich match had the howlers flowing in. It was not his fault English fans had decided to take out their frustration over their epic loss on the German fans. But he was left to clean up this little incident.
He didn’t even get to look forward to being with his lover that night. She was off doing research for the next four days in some Merlin forsaken corner of the globe.
He locked the door to his office, his secretary could corral the howlers- he needed his lunch break.
He sat down and leaned back in his leather chair with a sigh. Gods he missed her. He looked at the picture he had of her framed on his desk. She was smiling over her shoulder, standing on a balcony overlooking the Mediterranean. Her long curly hair was being tussled in the wind, her whiskey eyes sparkled in the fading sunlight. She was gorgeous.
He spread out, his long legs wrapped in tailored wool, his leather shoes shined to perfection. He closed his dark eyes and let his mind drift to his witch. When she got home he was not letting her out of their bedroom for at least three days.
His cock stirred just at the thought of all the wonderfully pleasurable things he had planned for them. The new tub had been installed, so that would need ‘christening’. He pictured her skin glistening in the warm water and groaned, shifting to release some of the confining pressure of his trousers.
He was entirely too caught-up in his little fantasy to notice the door unlocking and the soft steps coming up behind his chair.
Hermione smiled at the picture her lover was offering. His deep chocolate colored skin was beautiful against the light blue of his dress shirt. One large hand gripping onto the arm of the chair, the other dancing over the long hard column of the erection hidden in his slacks.
She felt her body flush with need. A reaction she had always had to her wizard, even after five years, three of which they had lived together- it still shocked her.
She walked around slowly and suck to her knees between his strong thighs. He was still not aware of her presence. That was until her hand joined his over his need.
“Hermione?” he looked down and she smiled that special way she always did when she was feeling particularly playful.
“Got home early and thought I would stop by to surprise you. Thinking of me?” she asked dropping her cheek down to nuzzle his now weeping cock.
“Always,” he hissed as she nipped him through the thick fabric.
She reached up and made quick work of his belt, button and zipper. She pulled him free, as always grateful that he preferred freedom to boxer-briefs. She teased him a little with her fingers, one warm hand reaching back to roll his heavy sac. Blaise's head rolled to the back of the chair as his hand reached into her wild curls.
She took pity on him and wrapped her pink lips around him. His hips rose, offering himself to the pleasure Hermione was giving him. Her tongue, lips and -on occasion- her teeth knew just the way to torment him in the most amazing way possible.
Within minutes she had him panting and close to releasing all his pent up need.
“Gods love, stop, I want to be in you.”
She pulled away, a quick kiss on the tip for good measure, and she was in his lap, legs flanking his own. His warm hand pushed her skirt up to her waist and he smiled when he saw all of her, ready for him.
“No knickers love?” Blaise asked as he lined up his diamond hard erection with her soft wet center.
“I told you I wanted to surprise you.” She replied and then arched her back as he pushed all the way in, bottoming out in her scorching heat.
“Merlin, I missed you so much Blaise.” Hermione whimpered in his ear as he began to rock beneath her in time with her own seeking thrusts.
“Not as much as I missed you my witch,” he groaned back to her. His hands moved down, gripping the soft globes of her arse, and her arms wrapped tighter around his broad shoulders as they raced to climax.
Hermione came first. Her husky moans pushing Blaise to follow, grunting as he emptied into her.
They sat cuddled in the after glow, catching their breath and stroking each other gently.
“As much as I enjoy our little reunion sessions, I do not like you being away from me for that long.” Blaise confided as he combed back her hair to look into her glowing face.
“You are welcome to come and molest me on site whenever you want you know.” She winked at him.
“Then they would have to owl all my work because I would take you at ever chance I got.”
“Oh how sweet.” She kissed his cheek.
“Want to go home and try our new tub?” he asked with a pinch to her rounded backside.
“Yes please.” She giggled when her lifted her into his arms and flooed them home from his office.
~~
He made it back Friday afternoon to pick up some paper work, but that was only time anyone saw Blaise at the office until Monday.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N Just thought those two needed some fun :-)
Cheers,
Sarah