Salty Goodness

Moonbeam

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 14/02/2004
Last Updated: 14/02/2004
Status: completed

This is just some fluffy Valentine's Day smut. But you could take it as a sequel to anything I've ever written here since they are already together and just being so damned sweet about it. I've reloaded it since I'm an idiot and all, now it's all set in the same month :)

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I am offically and idiot, I reloaded this because I forgot to make alterations to the couple paragraphs I already had written when I decided to use it as a Valentine's day fic. I apologise. Chalk it up to being on a high from you all being so nice about 'Quidditch Seduction'. Again I apologise, sorry.

Title: Salty Goodness
Author: Moonbeam
Spoilers: all 5 books but I'm still in denial over Sirius' death so it is not mentioned. Voldie's dead mainly because I say so. But seriously if you want to you can use this as a future sequel to any one of my stories, even the one you are all going to yell at me for not updating over this one. But it's a Valentine's Day story it had to be put up today.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I own my smutty mind and my insane brain which came up with the word order you are about to read if nothing else.
Note: Since I have no valentine I've been pumping myself full of choc chip biscuits and sugar and I wrote smutty fluff - the best kind.
Author's Note: The title I just had to use, but I swear one day I will stop stealing quotes and titles and shirts from Buffy.

Salty Goodness
by Moonbeam

Harry apparated into his living room. It was the hottest Feburary day in 26 years and Harry felt every degree. Why the coach had decided to call an emergency practice was lost on every member of the team but they had worked through the heat regardless. When practice was over Harry apparated out immediately, who knows what the coach could come up with if he stayed to shower.

Walking through his apartment he noted it was strangely quiet, Hermione had been asleep when he left this morning but surely she would be up by now. He made his way towards their bedroom stepping as quietly as he could so that he wouldn't wake her if she was still asleep. He opened the door and peeked in, Hermione was in bed but she wasn't asleep.

"Hey, sweetheart. How are you feeling?" Harry said as he moved more completely into the room.

Hermione was sitting up in bed reading by the light streaming in through the open window. She put her book down when she heard Harry and smiled up at him, noting how flushed and tired he looked.
"Hey, pretty good. How was practice?"

"Good."

"I didn't hear you come in."

"I wasn't trying to be loud," he said with a smile as he began peeling his practice clothes from his body.

Hermione threw back the covers and walked over to him. She reached over and stilled his hands, "Here let me."

She began by pulling his team jumper off his head and running her hands back down his chest, feeling the muscles under his top. She continued down undoing the button on his pants and sliding the zipper down. Sliding her hands under the material she moved them around his hips passing down to give his backside a squeeze before pushing the material down his legs. Once they were pooled around his feet she left them, now he was immobile and she could have some fun with him.

Harry wanted to step out of his pants but Hermione was making her way back up his body and what she was doing was rather distracting. His eyes followed her movements as she lifted his top and pulled it from his skin, her head disappearing beneath it. Her lips touched his belly button and began to move up. Her hands and nails ran over the skin before she nibbled, licked and kissed the flesh; slowly pushing his top up his torso.

Hermione loved the way Harry's skin tasted when he got back from a Quidditch practice, especially when he didn't shower before coming home. He always smelt sweaty and male and it had always made her knees weak but he also tasted sweaty and hot and since she had been given the opportunity she had taken advantage of him whenever he came home like it - and a couple times before he came home. When she reached his chest she placed a sloppy kiss and a gentle bite on each of his nipples before removing herself and Harry from beneath his shirt.

"You taste salty."

"I'm all sweaty. I was just going to have a shower."

"No! I like you all sweaty and since I can I'm going to have my way with you." Hermione said with an impish grin before kissing him swiftly on the lips.

"My my, you are in a good mood today."

"I'm feeling better."

That was all Harry really needed to hear before he hauled her body against his and kissed her like he'd wanted to since he saw her in their bed. He lifted her body so that neither of them strained their necks and kissed her until he couldn't breathe. Her mouth tasted salty and he felt a flash of desire knowing that it was his skin that had made her taste like that.

Hermione pulled away from Harry and glared up at him. "I was playing, don't you dare take away my fun by kissing my like that."

"I submit to you as your play thing," he said with a smile as he played with a strand of her hair.

"You're mean," she said with a pout before moving out of his reach. "You are not allowed to be that sweet and adorable."

"I try." It was his turn to grin at her with a mischievous look in his eyes.

Harry was forced to step out of his pants and remove his shoes and socks before he could get her. When he finally reached her he picked her up and planted her firmly on the bed. Grabbing the drawstring keeping her pants up, he pulled and once loose he began to work the material down her legs. Harry loved to do this, there had always been a playfulness between them and now it fuelled their passion. They always played with each other; tormented, teased made the other need them more than anything else in the world - not that that was hard.

Harry nibbled down her legs, tasting, touching all the skin he could. He stopped at her knee and took his time to play with the sensitive skin he knew was there. He had found out early in their relationship that the skin behind her knee tasted a little different to everywhere else on her body, it still mystified him how but he loved it nonetheless.

When her pants were lying in the ever-growing pile of clothes on their bedroom floor Harry looked at Hermione. She always looked beautiful, whether it was like this or when she told him off for waking her or when she was sick, she always looked like a goddess, his vixen. As he watched her with a smile of awe on his face Hermione lifted herself off the bed and removed her singlet exposing her breasts to his gaze. Immediately Harry snapped back to the task at hand and climbed up the bed, his knees forced her to let her legs open so that he could rest between them. He didn't let his full weight settle on top of her but he did rest slightly against her, letting her feel his body and his arousal.

Hermione smiled up at him and then used her legs to flip them over, now she grinned down at him with a cocky expression before pulling away from his body. When she was standing at the edge of the bed she lent over him, letting her breasts hover a little above his skin as she grabbed the waistband of his boxers. Lifting them from his body and forcing him to arch up she pulled them down his legs and onto the floor. Standing back up she made sure she had his full attention before she hooked a finger into each side of her panties. She slid them down her legs slowly and she knew that Harry's eyes were following them the whole way down.

He looked flush, in fact he felt overheated but he didn't mind so much when she crawled back up his body settling onto my waist. Harry could feel the heat coming out of her body, burning his skin but his eyes were firmly focussed on her breasts, the breasts she was at this moment holding.

Hermione lifted her breasts feeling their weight and massaging them gently. She had never really been all that brazen in her attempts at self-satisfaction but the look on Harry's face had tempted her to try it out and it felt better when he was watching her, obviously just holding onto his control. Now doing it was just another way to torment him until he lost that control he always had with her.

Harry's hands trailed down to rest on her hips, his fingers digging into the flesh there. He wanted her badly but he wanted her to be in control. So he laid back and watched the amazing show before him.

Hermione could feel Harry barely holding onto his control and she smiled, she liked to do this to him, revelled in the fact she still could after being together for as long as they had. She decided to take pity on him and stoped her ministrations, instead placing her hands on his chest and using them as leverage to position herself above him.

Hermione lowered herself onto Harry with a sigh; she loved this feeling, when he entered her. Leaning forward to brace her hands against his hard stomach she lifted herself and dropped back down onto him. She created a rhythm and felt him relax into it allowing her to take the control, but that wasn't what she wanted so as she lifted herself she tightened the muscles in her lower body and pushed herself back onto him. His response was as expected, his hands suddenly tightened on her hips and he used the grip to help her move on top of him.

They set a forceful rhythm, pushing their bodies closer together, closer to release. Hermione was the first to fall and when Harry saw her above him and felt her around him he lost the last of his control. With a final thrust up he emptied himself within her.

Harry collapsed back against the bed as Hermione moved off him and snuggled down against his side, her back to his chest. Harry looped an arm around her body and ran it up and down her stomach. He loved the way it curved out, barely hinting at the tiny life growing in her belly.

Hermione's hand trailed down and laid over his as it came to rest over the highest point. With her other hand she called the enchanted blanket up and over their bodies before grabbing Harry's hand and sliding her fingers through his.

Harry lent down and placed a kiss on her neck,
"I love you. So the munchkin wasn't playing havoc with your stomach today?"

"I love you too. Happy Valentine's Day," Hermione said swivelling her head to capture his lips. "And no I felt fine just wanted to stay in bed today, I am going to have to have a word with your coach. I like to wake up next to my husband, not a note telling me that he is at practise, not matter how much I like him coming home all sweaty."

"You won't get your present until tonight no matter how much you butter me up."

"Hmm, buttering you up, sounds like fun."

"You are going to try all day aren't you."

"Yes, I want my surprise now."

Harry couldn't see her pout but he could sense it in her words and he smiled at the mental image it conjured. "Fine, have your way with me. But I will not tell you until tonight at six, then you can have your surprise."

"Mean!"

"Yeah, yeah. Kiss me."

Hermione didn't move for a moment and then turning her neck she couldn't hold back seeing the grin on Harry's face; she lent up and planted a long, sweet kiss on his lips. After she pulled away, ensuring he wanted more, she snuggled down against him and closed her eyes. She figured that if he was going to torment her she might as well get some more sleep, given his usual standard of presents it was going to be one that would force her to say thank you all night.

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Hermione felt something soft brushing against her arm and moved away from it. Whatever it was then moved to her chest, sliding down over her exposed breast, Hermione was awake now but didn't want to tell Harry that; let him play for a while. He trailed the object over her skin and moved to tease her nipples for a few minutes before moving on down her stomach, drawing a spiral on her enlarged stomach. Hermione wanted to laugh, he was so utterly fascinated by her stomach, more than once she'd woken up in the middle of the night cold because he'd decided he wanted to look at it - and that was before she even began to show. Now that the evidence was there, barely but still there, she woke up to find him talking to her stomach.

Harry trailed the feather down her stomach and moved onto her thighs, travelling down her leg and back up the other one. Hermione's legs had fallen apart in invitation and Harry took the hint. When he reached the top of her thigh he moved the feather in and slid it along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He moved over the skin on both sides of her body and continued until she began to squirm, or at least as much as she could while still pretending to be asleep. Thinking that maybe he should repay her for trying to deceive him he changed the feather to his other hand and moved it back up over he belly and up to her breasts. He paid attention to her nipples until she began to let out little moans and move her hips slightly. Keeping the movement with the feather going he slid his finger into her, hissing himself at how she felt; he would never get used to the feel of her it seemed.

Hermione's eyes flew open and her thighs closed around his arm, she really hadn't been expecting that. Harry shot her a cocky grin and removed his hand pulling his still naked body up hers and positioning himself between her legs. She opened for him and he slid in with the skill and ease that had come with all their practice.

Harry held himself up on his hands, careful to keep his weight off her, while she lifted her lower body up and wrapped her legs around him.

"So Harry, do I get my surprise?" Hermione asked as she tightened her lower body making Harry let out a soft curse.

"Not yet, it's not six."

Harry pulled out of her body and then moved back into her. With a practiced ease he manipulated her body with his, bringing her to the edge of oblivion and then pulling her back. Hermione glared up at him when he stopped moving inside of her. Her nails dug into his back with a little more force but he just grinned down at her as he rolled his hips. Hermione let out a moan and pushed her body up into his. Finally he began to move again pushing her body down into the mattress with the force of his thrusts. Hermione continued to squeeze him, attempting to ensure he didn't continue to torment her, but she felt in his movements that he'd lost that control.

Harry felt his orgasm creeping up his back as he felt Hermione get even tighter around him. With another deep roll of his hips and a thrust she came screaming his name and gripping his shoulder blades with all her strength. He saw her come undone and felt her continue to tighten around his erection until finally he felt his orgasm rip through his body. He thrust up into her one last time as his body emptied into hers. Harry slumped down onto Hermione but managed to brace himself from laying on her completely.

"You do realise there is a sack of liquid and my entire body protecting the munchkin and that it's tiny. You won't hurt it, or me." Hermione said as she ran her fingers through Harry's hair.

"Still, better to be safe, then I won't-"

"Be pissing your wife off?" Hermione finished for him.

"I would never do that. I'm a good husband."

"You're mean, you won't give me my surprise."

"Want to go now?" Harry asked.

Harry pulled out of her and turned to sit on the edge of the bed, Hermione responded by pulling his body back to her and wrapping her body around his; preventing any more movement. Harry laughed and she could feel it reverberating through his body into hers. He turned in her embrace and kissed her nose before wrapping his arms around her body and pulling her closer.

Hermione lay with Harry, feeling content and happy but she had to know what her surprise was. Finally her curiosity got the better of her and she pushed Harry away. He had begun to fall asleep and hadn't been expecting the move; as a result he tumbled off the bed and fell onto the floor. Hermione couldn't hold the laughter in as her entire body shook with mirth. When she was able to move again she pulled herself over to the edge of the bed and looked down at Harry, he had a stunned look on his face as he looked up at her.

"Present," was all she said as she got off the bed and grabbed a robe.

Harry followed at a rather subdued pace and once he'd retrieved his robe and a blindfold he met her outside their bedroom. Turning her around he secured the blindfold around her eyes and then performed a charm to ensure she couldn't peek.

"Trust me."

"Always." Hermione smiled in the direction the voice had come from.

Harry grinned back at her and then began leading her down the passageway towards the room they had designated as the nursery. Harry left her at the door and muttered a few words under his breath; knowing it had worked when a giant baby blue bow had appeared on the door.

Harry lent down and placed a kiss on her exposed neck. "You can look now."

His anti-peeking spell broken with his words Hermione pulled the blindfold off and stared at the door. She reached a hand out and pulled at the bow, it unravelled easily and when it was undone the door swung open. Hermione let out a shocked gasp, the nursery - he'd done it for her.

"My surprise?"

"Yes, I love you more than anything sweetheart and I wanted to do this for you and the munchkin." Harry staggered slightly as Hermione launched herself at him and kissed the breath right out of him before turning to peruse her present.

Hermione entered the room and felt her eyes start to mist, she was crying at the drop of a hat lately, but she knew that this would have made her cry even if she wasn't pregnant. The room was beautiful. The carpet was plush and an emerald green that was the same colour as Harry's eyes and she could tell that it was especially designed to be like a mattress and dust resistant to be safe for their baby. The walls were a changing colour scheme; at the bottom was a green to match the carpet but it flowed into a bright blue much like the sky outside. The roof was a baby blue with fluffy white clouds moving lazily over the 'sky'. Looking around she saw that there was a painting of two adult unicorns with a baby unicorn between them, when she had entered the room they began to move around the walls; playing with her. On another wall was a painting of herself and one of Harry, they were both smiling at her and every now and again the unicorns would walk up to them and allow them to pat their silvery hides. Hermione was crying completely now as she noticed that in the distance on the farthest wall next to the window was a game of Quidditch being played. The snitch flew away from the game and began to dart around the walls, moving slower than normally so that the baby would be able to follow it as the baby got older.

Hermione began to notice the furniture. Against one wall to the left but melding into the painting was a chest of draws, the furniture design was old and sturdy. A rocking chair sat in front of the floor to ceiling window that they had enchanted repeatedly to be unbreakable. The rocking chair was made of a dark would and over the back sat the quilt Hermione's mother had made of all her old baby clothes for when she had children. She moved over running her hands along the soft fabric. Next to the door on the right was a changing table and on the other side of the doorframe was a ready build playpen.

On the other side of the room from the drawers was a large box also painted like the walls that was sitting open, she made her way over and found in it all manner of stuffed toys. In front of the toy box was a large patch of carpet that seemed even more squishy that the rest; a play area. Then towards the other side of the room near the chest of draws sat the most beautiful cot Hermione had ever seen. The wood was a deep, red colour to match the rocking chair; it had high sides and detailed columns and inside was the most beautiful green cover and tiny pillow she had ever seen. Everything was perfect; Harry had put so much work into this.

Finally Hermione turned around and looked at her husband. "Baby, this is so unbelievable amazing. How did you do all this?"

"Magic, help and Luna and Ginny dragging you out of the house every chance they got. But there is more."

"More?"

"Noctum." As Harry said the word the detailed pictures on the walls disappeared and the green at the bottom feed over all the walls while the roof turned white. The walls were slightly dark but like Harry's eyes they seemed to shine with a light from within. "For when the munchkin goes to bed, it's specially designed to glow a bit like a night light. And it can be programmed if you want to change back at a certain time or when the sun comes up. Or just, Lumius." The room changed back to the pictures that were there before.

"Oh Harry," Hermione said as she ran over to him and wrapped her arms around him. "I love it, it's fabulous. I … thank you."

"Hermione, I just wanted to do something special. I'm glad you like it. I went with green because as much as I love your eyes, you would have told me off for not going with green."

"True, this is so much nicer than brown would have been, it's perfect for our baby."

"I love you," Harry said as he dropped his head down and kissed her sweetly.

"Love you. You'll have to tell me all about it but first I think I need to thank you properly." Hermione pulled away and began to walk towards the door. As she reached the doorframe she dropped her robe and walked slowly, sensuously from door down the hall with Harry trailing behind her like a puppy.

Hermione thanked him well into the night, and the next morning. Eventually he told her all about decorating their child's room.

The End