Cupidity - The Naughty Bits
by FenrisWolf
Author's Note - As promised, here is the missing, NC-17 scene from the end of Chapter Six. This is only my second attempt at writing something quite so explicit, so I hope it meets up with people's expectations. They do say the imagination is the most potent of all sexual organs.
For those who might wonder just how Harry and Hermione became such sexual beings, I have tried to maintain the standards defined by that great film, 'Revenge of the Nerds': "All jocks think about is sports; all nerds think about is sex…" Despite Quidditch and trouncing the Dark Tosser*, Harry is far more of a nerd than a jock, and as for Hermione, well, was there ever a bookworm who wasn't a nerd?
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The Naughty Bits
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Harry fastened on her last words like a drowning man. "A relationship? Is that what we have now, Hermione?"
She smiled shyly. "I think we may have the start of one Harry; we're both awfully strong-willed, it's going to take a lot of work, but yes, I think we just might."
He nodded, relieved. For a terrible moment he'd been afraid she was going to reject him outright, but if she was willing to give him a chance... "We'll take it as slow as you want, Hermione; I've waited too long for this to bollix it up now." He rose to his feet and turned towards the door. "Let me escort you back to your room; maybe we could talk some more over dinner?"
She looked at his back, dumfounded. He really was an incredible idiot where women were concerned. Well, at least she thought she knew one quick way to give him a clue what the correct behavior was at a moment like this. "Harry?"
He turned around and stared. Hermione stood next to the bed, her eyes burning, her robe pooled on the floor around her feet. Her feet were braced slightly apart, her hands rubbing nervously down her bare hips. She was biting her lower lip, and the expression on her face could only be described as wanton. Any lingering doubts he had about her intentions were driven out by her next words.
"Screw dinner; what I want isn't on the menu..."
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Harry's mind blanked for a moment; the next thing he was aware of he was entwined with Hermione, his robe beside hers on the floor, his hands buried in her hair as his lips crushed her, their tongues thrusting hungrily at each other, fighting to explore every bit of each other's mouths. She moaned as her body molded itself to his, her hardened nipples burning against his skin like hot coals as his erection pressed against her firm stomach, her nails clawing his back as his hands caressed and kneaded the cheeks of her ass, his mouth moving down the column of her neck to nuzzle in the hollow of her throat as her hands wrapped around the base of his rock-hard shaft, his fingers probing and caressing the folds of her sex that was hot and wet and beckoning the shivers running through her making her knees tremble as he found the swollen bud of her clitoris and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger and her legs locked around his hips and she screamed his name and he shouted hers as he THRUST into her and she was so hot and tight and he was hard and thick and filled her as she'd never been filled before and he couldn't think and all she could do was feel and they ground against each other and lost themselves and found themselves as the sensations washed over them and they cried OUT as the world disintegrated and they were finally, completely, whole….
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When the universe returned they found themselves tangled on Harry's bed, their intertwined bodies salty with perspiration. He realized that the only slightly softened length of his shaft was still resting within Hermione's warm sex, but when he moved to withdraw she held him close and began peppering small kisses and bites along his neck and his shoulders, while her nails drew lazy circles across his chest and stomach. His lips sought out hers, capturing them tenderly, his tongue playful and loving. He felt himself stiffening within her, and rolled over so he could brace his weight above her, looking down into her eyes as he slowly began to move within her in long strokes, withdrawing almost completely before sliding all the way back into her tight embrace. Each time he sheathed himself in her body her eyes closed in pleasure, her teeth biting her lower lip as she arched her neck. He shifted his weight to free one hand and reached between them, and she gasped as his fingers once again found the small nubbin that was sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
Hermione's hands began to roam as well, one kneading her own breasts, pulling at her sensitive nipples as the other cradled the heavy sac at the base of his manhood. Her grasp shifted to the thick shaft and it was his turn to arch his neck and have his eyes roll back as she began to stroke him in counterpoint to his thrusts into her sex. Harry felt the shudders begin to roll over Hermione, felt her walls tightening about him as her orgasm took her over the top again. He fought for control and held himself still within her until her muscles relaxed enough to allow him to move again without hurting her, and then began again, increasing his tempo as he felt himself rising to his own peak. His orgasm struck and he cried out as he spilled within her, and the sensation of his spasms as his seed flooded within her carried Hermione along with him…
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Once again, after what could have been a few minutes or a lifetime, reality emerged from their post-coital haze. Hermione's eyes drifted open and focused on the face of her lover, and her breath caught at the open expression of love in his eyes. She reached out and gently brushed the wetness from his cheek before seeking out his hand and bringing his fingers to her lips. "Finally," she whispered, smiling up at him. "Tell me, why did we wait so long?"
"Because I'm a prat, and a git, and too damned stupid to know a good thing when it's right in front of me," he replied seriously, and she giggled.
"Just you remember that the next time you feel yourself going all noble and self-sacrificing, and we'll be just fine," she said firmly, and then winced as soreness twinged within her. She wasn't in any serious pain, but Harry was every bit as large as she'd remembered, and it was going to take her a little while to get used to him.
Harry noticed her slight grimace and frowned. It was all well and good to be well hung, but he'd learned when first experimenting back at Hogwarts that there were drawbacks to being so 'blessed', especially for any partner who wasn't used to him. He'd tried to be careful, but their first coupling had been too frenzied after years of pent-up frustration, and he was afraid he'd hurt her, the very last thing he ever wanted to do.
Fortunately for them both, Harry was every bit as adept at wandless magic as he'd always been, and the simple healing charm he cast quickly soothed away the soreness between Hermione's legs. Unfortunately, at least as far as Hermione felt about things, the charm couldn't differentiate between the uncomfortable sensations that were the results of her body learning to accommodate her new lover's dimensions, and the pleasant soreness that was the lingering aftermath of a really great shag. She felt a pout coming on as those feelings faded as well, and then a wicked gleam appeared in her eyes. Since he was responsible for her losing those pleasant aches and pains, he could bloody well make sure he replaced them, and as soon as possible…
Harry smiled, his eyes drifting closed as he felt Hermione relax and snuggle close to him, but the pleasant drowsiness didn't last very long. The snuggle was quickly evolving into something much more energetic, and he groaned as her mouth began to work its way down his chest. "Hermione…" he moaned as her teeth grazed over his nipple, her nails teasing the one currently being ignored by her mouth.
"Hmmmm?" she mumbled, her tongue currently being too busy to waste time on silly things like enunciation. Her mouth trailed its way southward, and he gasped, his hands tangling in her hair as her lips parted over his rapidly stiffening erection, her tongue expertly rolling back his foreskin and flicking away the drop of precum forming at the head of his shaft.
Rapidly coming to the conclusion that what was good for the goose was good for the gander, Harry shifted position and began exploring Hermione's body with his own mouth. His tongue parted her already moist folds, drinking in the musky sweetness of her fluids, lapping at the delicate, pink pearl that lay within. Hermione moaned around the head of his shaft, her hands caressing and stroking what her mouth couldn't accommodate. The vibrations from her muffled cries sent waves of pleasure through his arousal, and Harry fought for control as his body tried to climax yet again. He wanted them to reach their peak together, and he focused on bringing her to the edge while holding himself back as long as possible.
The sensations Harry was creating were rapidly overwhelming Hermione's reason, and the small portion of her mind that was still rational thanked the Hundred Little Gods for her lover's skills, however he had acquired them. She felt herself teetering on the edge of another mind-shattering orgasm, and intensified her own ministrations, determined to bring about Harry's release at the same time. Suddenly Harry's fingers joined his tongue, plunging into her sex while his mouth suckled on her clit, pushing her over the top. She cried out around the hardened flesh filling her mouth, and it broke his control, his seed flooding her mouth as she swallowed the saltiness that was his essence…
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This time their exhaustion was real, and they slept for several hours before awakening in each other's arms to make slow, gentle love once more. Their initial hunger sated, Harry was careful to take it slow, giving Hermione plenty of time to get used to him, and the tingling aftereffects were everything she could hope for.
Ginny, Grace and Marcy never did see their friend the rest of their vacation, a fact her two co-workers teased Hermione about mercilessly when they returned to their jobs. But no matter how hard they tried, they never managed to elicit any details from her. She just listened with a mysterious smile on her face, her fingers idly toying with the 18k gold Snitch-shaped pendant she'd acquired somewhere along the way…
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*A tip of the hat to Jeconais, and the great fic "This Means War!" on www.fanfiction.net, the first time I recall seeing MoldyShorts referred to as 'The Dark Tosser'. Even though it's H/G, it's still excellent, and I heartily recommend it.