A Moment in Time

A/N: Everything belongs to JKR and all who are affiliated with her. I just like to borrow for a bit to tell a nice little story.

I have no idea where this came from, but the other day I realized that I'm out of NC-17 practice and I needed to try to work on it a bit. I have a writing partner who, while she's an awesome NC-17 writer herself, is counting on me to be able to write some decent stuff for our MLS collaborations.

Hope you like it. This is totally, Plot? What Plot? Or Porn Without Plot…take your pick. Either way, there's no plot it's just … A Moment in Time.

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A Moment in Time

Hermione was standing in the living room, contemplating what it was she needed to do next when Harry pressed up against her from behind. She felt a shiver run down her spine, and a trail of goose bumps on her arms, as the light touch of his unshaven face and a series of kisses grazed the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders. “Mmm,” she hummed, the sound soon followed by the soft tinkling of laughter.

“What is it, love?” Harry mumbled huskily between kisses, his hands slowly stroking up and down her arms.

Hermione sighed and tilted her head to give him better access. “Tickles,” she moaned as another shiver shot through her.

Harry rubbed his chin in the crook of her neck and smiled. “I know you like it like this,” he whispered playfully into her ear. He continued to stroke her arms as he watched her eyes close in heated bliss. He smiled softly and began to rain kisses across her shoulders.

“Mmm,” she hummed again, “you know I do.” The feel of his weight pressing against her left her unable to hold herself completely upright. Not wanting to break contact, she reached back to grasp his hips and pull him as she took a hesitant step forward. Harry moved with her until she was able to clutch the back of the couch for support. When they stopped, his hands splayed across her shoulders and he began to gently knead the flesh beneath his fingers.

Harry gently pushed her upper body forward as he began to once again rain kisses across her shoulders and down her spine. His hands massaged her back until he reached the hem of her camisole top. His hands slid beneath the silky material and he continued his ministrations. Up and down her back his fingers continued to manipulate her skin and she could feel the tension building up in him as he began to apply more pressure. His hands shook ever so slightly with his concerted effort to take things slowly. “God, I love you,” he murmured between kisses. “So beautiful.”

Hermione dropped her head and thought of nothing but the way he was making her feel. Up and down he continued to work her. With each pass his hands spread further across her back until his fingers grazed the sides of her breasts. Her sudden moan of pleasure broke their silence and she stood to lean back against him, giving him easier access to the parts of her that begged for his touch. Slowly she raised her arms and Harry slid the camisole up and over her head. She lowered her arms to the front and it fluttered lightly to the couch.

His hands kneaded the soft, supple skin of her stomach and Hermione felt her body dip slightly to shorten the path to her breasts. She raised her arms behind her and loosely wrapped them around his neck, arching her back, and further exposing herself to the copious pleasures of his fingers.

He kissed her neck and nipped at her ear as she made a feeble attempt to take a breath. Gently, and still within the confines of her arms, he ran his bristly chin across her shoulders, eliciting a half-cry as a million tiny, prickling sensations surged through every inch of her body. “So good,” she moaned weakly.

Before she could move, Harry raised his hands until they covered hers behind his head, then his fingers glided gently down the length of her arms. Hermione turned her head and for a moment both were still, as silently they gazed into each other's eyes. Finally Harry blinked and then slowly lowered his lips to hers. Hermione closed her eyes, allowing the sensation of kissing him over her shoulder to envelop her until she couldn't take it any more. Without sacrificing the feel of his lips, she lowered her arms and turned her body until it was flush against his.

She pulled at the hem of his t-shirt and slipped her hands beneath it. She grazed the contours of his stomach and chest until they were forced to break the contact their lips so desperately craved. Quickly Harry's shirt was discarded and he wasted no time in pulling her to him. The feel of her soft breasts against his hard chest had a direct impact on them both and carefully he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to their bedroom.

Her fingers were lost in his hair as he gently laid her on the bed. He stretched out beside her; his body partially covered hers as he reached up to gently caress her cheek. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice strained with emotion.

She looked into his eyes and fought to maintain contact as his gaze burned through her. There was no denying how he felt…she could see it perfectly in the look he shared with her. Her heart swelled and her hips rose from the bed as she attempted to relieve some of the pressure in her chest. Her hand caressed his cheek and she smiled gently and whispered, “And I, you.”

Harry's lips crashed down upon hers and they moaned against each other as their tongues clashed together; the vibrations sending small shockwaves through their bodies. Harry's hand covered her breast and gently he pinched her nipple, forcing her hips to rise against him once more.

He kissed along her jaw and neck then across her collarbone as his hand floated lazily down her side and along her hip. Hermione felt like she was going to explode. She wrapped her hand around her breast and pinched her nipple, causing Harry to stop for a moment to watch her touch herself. “I love it when you do that.”

Hermione smiled. “I love when you do it more.”

With a wicked gleam, Harry cut his eyes toward her and she bucked against him in anticipation. He kissed his way from her collarbone down to her breast and then gently ran his stubble over her nipple before pulling it into his mouth and circling it with his tongue. Hermione moaned as she felt a small amount of moisture pool between her legs. She shifted slightly beneath him and reached for the buckle of his belt to remove his pants. “Off!”

Harry rolled off of her and she went to work on her own shorts while he removed his jeans. In record time they were both undressed and Harry immediately spread her legs so he could kneel between them. He stared down at her almost reverently. “So beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice nearly inaudible through the torrent of emotions that rushed through him.

Hermione reached for him. “Harry, please.”

Harry shook his head. “Just let me look at you, love.”

Hermione smiled and nodded her head. “Okay,” she softly agreed.

The look Harry gave her sent her reeling and her body begging to be touched. Her hands moved to cradle her breasts once more. She swirled the tips of her fingers around and squeezed her hardened nipples. One hand trailed down her stomach to pinch and circle her clit before she reached for his hand and her fingers curled around his. She pulled his hand toward her and placed it firmly between her legs, pressing it against her. “Leave it there,” she commanded with a sexy little smirk. She moved her hips up and down, and in tight circles, moaning softly as she began to pleasure herself against his fingers.

Harry sucked in a breath as he watched her draw her bottom lip between her teeth and bite down sensuously; his battle for self-control was hard fought as she continued to torment him with her self-ministrations. “Gods, Hermione,” he breathed shallowly.

“How much longer?” she asked, her eyes darkening with a need that seemed to multiply exponentially in only a few short seconds.

Harry fought it for another half-second before he circled her clit and then plunged a finger inside of her. “No longer!” he cried out fiercely.

Hermione gasped and stared at him wide-eyed for a moment, a silent scream of ecstasy escaping her in broken grunts of unadulterated pleasure. Harry slipped another finger inside of her and Hermione bucked her hips against him as her own fingers continued to squeeze her breasts and roll her nipples.

Harry leaned forward and whispered, “Let go,” as his mouth covered hers.

Her hands flew to his face and hair and she cried, “Oh gods,” against his lips.

“Come on, baby,” Harry encouraged. “I want to be in you.”

Hermione bucked her hips harder, faster and Harry felt her walls begin to tighten, forcing him to struggle to keep his fingers buried within her. He pressed his thumb to her clit and began to move it in hard, tight circles until she screamed and he felt her begin to climax. “Bloody hell!” she shouted as Harry shifted and plunged deep within her. She threw back her head, squeezed her eyes shut, and screamed his name as her release came hard and fast.

“That's it,” he groaned, his breath hitching as his body tightened in anticipation. He sat up on his knees and raised her calves to his shoulders, pulling out of her completely before thrusting back into her over and over.

“Oh!” breathe, “God!” breathe, “HARRY!”

Harry rocketed forward until his balls crashed against her arse. “Oh. God. Hermione!”

He dropped her legs and hovered above her, his lips meeting hers in a searing kiss that seemed to take the last of the air from their lungs. Harry thrust into her one...two…three more times and Hermione released a loud, feral cry as another orgasm wracked her body. Harry continued to drive into her until he loudly growled his own release.

When finally she lay silent and spent beneath him, Harry collapsed against her with a soft, “Wow!”

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and chuckled. “That's…one way…of putting it,” she stammered breathlessly.

Harry wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over until she was on top of him. He pulled her head down and murmured a soft, “I love you,” against her lips before claiming them with his own.

When the kiss ended Hermione looked down on him to smile and giggle a quiet, “I love you, too,” before sighing contentedly and dropping her head to his chest.

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DISCLAIMER: Not mine…aside from the PWP. I don't think JKR has any plans for that in her HP universe.

A/N: Every once in a while I think I'll just add to this existing story, `A Moment in Time,' with some additional H/Hr `moments' … I can't really see creating a whole new story. It's marked as complete, but there may be additions every now and again.

Thanks for reading! Your reviews really give me motivation to keep on writing. I'm about to delve into new territory for my own personal satisfaction; if it works, I'll likely disappear for a while…but I'll NEVER give up on H/Hr.

Keep the faith!

H_HrFan

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The Sneak

“Fuck me!” Hermione exclaimed as she shoved her hair back behind her ear and tapped her pencil in aggravation.

Harry looked up from his spot on the couch. “What was that?” he asked, smiling in amusement at his best friend of twelve years and wife of three.

“What was what, hon?”

He stood up and moved to sit on the arm of the couch nearest to her; he crossed his ankles and his arms and studied her quietly for a minute. “What was that you said?”

His smile widened when she shifted in her seat before finally giving in and meeting his gaze. “I'm sorry, Harry,” she laid down her pencil and turned to face him fully, “what is it you wanted?”

“I was just wondering if I heard you right, that's all,” he said, covering his mouth with the palm of his hand and trying unsuccessfully to hide his grin.

“Harry, please,” Hermione huffed, “you're talking in circles and I've no idea what you're on about. Honestly! I don't even think I said anything.” She raised her arms and looked around as though she expected the words to still be hanging in the air. She shrugged and looked up at him, one eyebrow raised as if to question, “Well?”

Harry pushed himself off the arm of the couch and sauntered over to her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began a gentle massage. “Well, I had hoped it was an invitation, sweetheart,” he murmured against her ear.

There was no mistaking the shiver that went through her as his warm breath hit her ear and his teeth nipped at her skin. “Harry, I…” she closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side, “I need to…ah-oooh, ohhh.”

“Come on, Hermione,” he whispered succinctly into her ear.

“Harry, please,” she softly pleaded as conscious thought slowly began to return. “Honey, I have to finish this report.”

Harry kissed her once more then stood up behind her; she groaned at the sudden loss of contact and he smiled. “I think you need a little time away from it, sweetheart,” he kissed the top of her head and down her neck, “you know, clear your head so you can think—”

Hermione shook her hand in the air, “Oh no, Mr. Potter, what you have in mind is definitely not conducive to thinking,” she looked up with a smile and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, “at least not the kind of thinking this report requires.”

“Come on, Hermione, its Friday night. That report isn't due until Monday.” He leaned forward and kissed the tender spot just below her ear. “Let's go have a little fun.”

“I can't, Harry,” she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind and pulled him round for a kiss, “you know I can't work last minute like that, I have to finish it now.” She kissed him again then reluctantly let him go. She picked up her pencil and turned her attention back to her papers. “Just give me another thirty or so,” she said without looking up. “I'm almost done.”

Harry pressed lightly down on her shoulders as he rose up behind her. He moved to turn off the television then tossed the remote on the couch with a huff. “All right, fine,” he grumbled, “thirty minutes…or so.” He dragged his fingers across her shoulders as he walked past her to go to their bedroom. “I'm going to take a cold shower,” he called out just before he shut the bedroom door.

Hermione's pencil tap tap tapped on the table while the fingers of her free hand thrum, thrum, thrummed…

tap, tap, tap … thrum, thrum, thrum

Her fingers delved into her hair distractedly and she had to blink to focus her eyes. She turned around to scowl at the bedroom door then took a deep breath before looking back down at the report on the table in front of her.

tap, tap, tap … thrum, thrum, thrum …

The tapping of her foot joined with the anxious tapping of the pencil and the thrumming of her fingers. Two times through her rhythm…

tap, tap, tap … thrum, thrum, thrum … tap, tap, tap

tap, tap, tap … thrum, thrum, thrum … tap, tap, tap

…and the `shhpppppshh' sound of the shower turning on became her undoing.

Hermione threw down the pencil and stood up, nearly knocking her chair over in her haste. “Damn it all!” she muttered under her breath with a smile.

She walked to the bedroom door and quietly pushed it open. The room was dark except for the ray of light filtering in from under the bathroom door. She could hear the water running as she tiptoed closer. The walls surrounding the shower were glass so she carefully opened the bathroom door to spy on Harry before joining him.

She opened the door just far enough to peek into the - empty - shower stall. Her mind went blank and she pushed the door open wider before taking a tentative step into the bathroom. “What the…”

A light rustling from the bedroom caught her ears and she knew she'd been had. “Looking for me, love?”

Hermione's cheeks blazed red as she walked over to turn off the shower. Slowly she walked back to stand in the half-open doorway, facing the bed. “Nice, Harry,” she intoned. “Real nice.”

“Thought you might like that,” Harry laughed. “Come here.”

Hermione couldn't see him well through the light filtering in from behind her, but she could make out his form enough to know that he was sitting in that spot on their bed which meant one important thing to her…he was already naked.

She put her fingers to the buttons of her blouse and took a step toward him. “You think I want to play after what you just did to me?” she asked. “After the way you lured me in here?”

The huskiness of her voice belied her words and Harry smiled. “Well, I had hoped.”

Hermione undid the last button of her shirt and took two steps backwards as she wriggled it from her shoulders and let it fall. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, “I'm not so sure, Harry,” she said as she let it drop to the floor in front of her. She kicked it out of the way and took a step forward.

“You…you're not?” he stammered, the words followed by an audible gulp.

Hermione slowly began to swivel her hips as she pushed her pants over her arse and down to her ankles before kicking them off. Her tiny, white knickers seemed to glow in the light filtering in from the bathroom and Harry gasped when, instead of removing them, she slid her hand down her chest and stomach to that spot between her legs where he wished some part, any part, of his own anatomy could be. She bent her knees, pushing her hand lower before sliding it back up to cup her breast as she rose. “What do you think, Harry?” she asked, breaking the silence that had surrounded them while he watched her display.

Think? I'm supposed to think? He shook his head. “Think about what, love?”

“Do you think I'm ready to play, silly?”

Harry crawled forward to the edge of the bed. “I know I am.”

“Am I?” Hermione asked again, her voice lower now as her hips swayed and she slid her knickers down her legs. She kicked them to him and he snatched them from the air, immediately lifting them to his nose, breathing deeply of her sweet scent.

“Ohh,” he said, his voice trembling. “You'd better be.”

Before she knew what was happening she was in his arms. He threw her down on the bed and her legs instantly fell open. “I don't want to play,” she said as she lowered her hands to spread her folds. “I want you to…” she raised up and whispered into his ear.

“So you do remember…” Harry smiled down at her with a knowing gleam in his eyes and without a sound he plunged into her, burying himself deep within her depths. “Oh, gods,” he groaned when he could go no deeper. He stopped, relishing in the feel of her. “You feel so good, Hermione,” he said as he slowly began to move within her.

He pulled nearly all the way out then entered her slightly, teasingly before he thrust into her with mind-numbing force. “Yes!” Hermione screamed. “Ahh…more…harder…”

Again and again Harry tortured and teased her as she begged for more.

Without warning he pulled out of her completely and she opened her mouth to protest. Before she could utter a word Harry's tongue was circling her clit and she was writhing beneath him. His tongue slid between her folds and instinctively her fingers curled in his hair and she rose from the bed in a high arch. Harry placed a hand on her stomach and gently pushed her down and held her there as he continued his ministrations. “So good,” he said, his lips circling her clit as he spoke.

Two fingers slipped inside her and she gasped, “Ohh!” He stroked her hard, increasing the friction until he felt her walls began to tighten and he was sure she was on the verge of exploding. He rose up and in one swift movement he thrust into her once again, he kept his pace fast and furious and a few hard, pounding strokes later her body tensed, her walls clenched, and Hermione screamed, “Harry!” as she reached her climax and he felt her release.

Harry's lips met hers in a heated kiss that lasted only a few seconds before his own orgasm hit and all he could muster were short groans and the sharp gasping sounds of air being sucked in through clenched teeth.

His arms were shaky as he fell atop her limply. “You're…going to be the death of me, woman!” he shot out breathlessly.

Hermione smiled as she curled her arms and legs around his back and squeezed him affectionately. “This is your doing,” she playfully admonished. “You can't blame me for any side effects.”

Harry raised his head slowly and peered at her through half-closed eyes and tried to smile. “You can't tell me you didn't enjoy that.”

Hermione laughed. “Nope. I'd never lie to you like that. I definitely enjoyed it.” She ran her hands up and down his back, massaging lightly. “I'd even go so far as to say—”

“That you did it on purpose,” Harry interjected. He rolled his eyes. “I don't even think I said anything, Harry,” he mimicked. “You had this planned from the start.”

Hermione laughed again. “Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it,” she teased, throwing his words back at him.

“Nope! I'd never lie to you like—”

Hermione silenced him with a kiss then whispered, “Tag, you're it!” against his ear before rolling him off of her and jumping out of bed to find her clothes.

Harry laid back and watched her, a roguish grin on his face as he quietly contemplated his next move…

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A/N2: I did make a few cosmetic changes to the first story, `A Moment in Time' … hopefully it reads a little better now.

Thanks again for reading and if you have a few seconds, I'd love to hear from you.

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