Title: The Shift, chapter 4
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. I've borrowed them from JKR's toy chest and will put them back when I'm done playing with them.
Author's Note:Hi all. First and foremost apologies for dropping off the face of the earth. There has been so much drama the past few months, ranging from a crashed computer to leaving college and entering the grown up work force. Well, life had reached some standard of normalcy and I'm back in the writing game. I hope you enjoy this next chapter and thanks for sticking around.
His hands sought hers and raised them above her head, pinning them to the floor. He briefly wondered if this sudden action had frightened her but those worries were put to rest as their eyes made contact. Her hooded eyes shone with love and trust; he realized he had never quite seen her eyes look as dark as they appeared at this moment.
She undulated her hips causing them both to gasp at the new depth of penetration. She felt as if a small explosion was beginning to build in her very core threatening to go off at any moment. Harry moved against her mercilessly, knowing just what she wanted though their shared connection. The slapping of their skin the most erotic sound either of them had ever heard.
"Let go of my hands, Harry, I need to touch you," she said in a breathy voice, sounding very much like the voice of a stranger.
He freed her hands at once and shivered as she ran them through his hair and down his back. Everywhere she touch felt as if it had been licked by fire. It took all of his will power not to come undone at her touch. She wrapped her arms around his body under his arms, gripping his shoulders with all of her might, holding on tightly as he hit the same source of pleasure over and over again until his name was the only word left in her once vast vocabulary. And use his name she did.
"Harry!Please!" she cried, a desperation in her voice that would have normally shamed her.
Fire was coarsing through her veins and she could not stop the moans which were escaping her lips. His hips were grinding into hers in a torturous manner. His thrusts alternating between excruciatingly slow and deep and powerful, each driving her to the brink of madness and back. She was loving every moment of it.
With each hand on either side of her bracing his body weight, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and teased her skin with his tongue as he began to buck and plunge his hips in earnest, knowing he was dangerously close to the edge and wanting to bring her with him. He felt the tingle in the base of his spine and knew he the end was near.
She gasped as he ran his hand from the base of her neck down her body. He paused briefly as he ran his hand over her right breast to knead it gently. His hand continued on its downward path, down the front of her leg, then back up her inner thigh, causing a small tremor in her body.
His hand finally reached their goal, that tiny little bundle of nerves at her very center that ached and burned in the most pleasurable of ways. Finally, it happened. She knew only him as her orgasm washed over her body causing her to shake violently as she crashed her hips into his, matching him thrust for powerful thrust.
He felt her tighten around him in a vice grip that caused him to whimper. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the man driven to whimper in his lover's embrace. Her nails clawed at his shoulders and he was positive that she would leave marks.
Nothing mattered to him but the woman in his arms as he delivered one more swift thrust and spent himself deeply within her, the consequences of such an action the furthest thing from his mind.
He looked down at her, sweat matting her hair to her face, her chest heaving just as his own was. She was the most beautiful thing her had ever seen. He kissed her lips softly, almost reverently. He moved to withdraw from her but she tightened her legs around him and shook her head slowly.
"Just a minute," she said softly, "I just want to hold you like this a moment longer."
He was more than happy to comply, not eager for the moment to end either. He rolled them over, careful not to dislodge himself from her, wanting to ease his weight from atop her body.
They kissed gently, both basking in the wonderful afterglow of their first sexual encounter. His heart swelled as she ran her thumb over his lips. He brushed a strand of hair from her face and pushed it back behind her ear.
"Hermione, that was, I mean, wow," his words stumbling out of his mouth.
She giggled. "Wow, is right, Harry." She couldn't believe she had just giggled. Hermione Granger isn't the giggling type, she thought, she's also not the type to sleep with her best friend in front of a roaring fire either...
With a quick kiss on his lips she finally pulled away from him, sighing at the sudden loss of contact and dull ache between her legs.
"Are you okay, Hermione?" he asked softly, concern written clearly across his face.
"I'm fine, Harry," she said with a smile. "Just a little tender. The first time is usually a little difficult on a girl."
"Do you hurt very much?" he asked running his hand up her still naked back, hoping he had not caused her very much pain.
"Just a bit," she replied, "After what we just experienced, I'd say it's a fair trade off."
He looked at the state of their common room and laughed. "I'd say we were a bit...enthusiastic." Clothes were thrown in every which direction. Wine had spilled onto the floor and they both look absolutely tussled.
She laughed with him. "We'd better start cleaning up. I'd hate for someone to walk-" Before she could finish her statement they heard the portrait swinging open and they scrambled to cover themselves; Hermione managed to pull Harry's shirt on and Harry wrapping himself in the discarded blanket.
"Hey Harry, I need to borrow your-" Their intruder stopped speaking as he took in the scene before him. Harry wearing a blanket as a makeshift toga and Hermione wearing his shirt cowering behind him.
The intruder turned his back as fast as he possible could and said, "Merlin, I'm blind!" He then covered his eyes dramatically. "You guys have sooooo much explaining to do." He then stormed out of the room, slamming the portrait closed behind him.
The bang shook Harry and Hermione out of their stupor and they looked at each other slowly.
"We really need to change our password," Harry said with a grin.
"Yes, we do," Hermione agreed, sporting a little grin of her own.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Tune in soon to find out just who walked into the common room and the aftermath of "the shift" in Harry and Hermione's friendship.