A/N: Again, these are not my characters, but I can't help but play with them for a bit. Sorry for the short length as this small mini-series is my first foray into NC-17. Hope you enjoy. Oh, this is reuploaded as I found a few errors. See what happens when you don't have a beta. Also, you know, reviews are wonderful things.
November 4, 1999
A familiar musky scent invaded my senses as I slowly began to leave the land of dreams behind. I rolled over, still half asleep, and buried my nose into Harry's shoulder, inhaling more of my favorite musky scent. While I adjusted my position, Harry began to stir as well. It didn't take long for me to hear the tell-tale signs that my husband had started taking in the fragrance of my hair.
Still a little foggy from sleep, I spoke in a low tone. "Morning love." I yawned once more and tried to finish the rest of my sentiments. "What are we going to do today?"
Harry buried his nose further into the mass of curls known as my hair as if avoiding the question. I wasn't going to let him off that easy though, as we had spent all day yesterday cooped up in our hotel room. Using Harry's chest and part of the bed as brace points, I moved into a sitting position; my hair falling to one side of face as I leaned over Harry, whom had now begun trying to hide his face in his pillow.
"Seriously Harry, what are we going to do?" A muffled muttering was all I got in response. If I hadn't known him for 8 years then I might have been annoyed, but I could tell that Harry was playing a game with me. It warmed my heart to see him let go and act more his age; it provided me the assurance that the weeks of nagging him to take a week off for this was all worth it. (Well, if he wants to play a game, I'll play.) Mischievous thoughts flickered through my normally brilliant and relatively clean mind as I began gathering all the covers on the bed.
Proving that he wasn't as daft as Ron claimed him to be, Harry caught on quite quickly and started trying to wrestle the comforter and sheets back from me. I knew that his pure strength would overpower me in a matter of moments so I was quite aware that I needed some kind of diversionary tactic. Options blazed through my mind, but ultimately, my hormones chose for me as I rolled up in the blankets to gain a bit more leverage, and when I was close to Harry, pulled him in for a passionate kiss. My trick worked like clockwork as Harry loosened his hold on the bundle, and while he was left a little dazed, I made off with my prize.
I giggled like a little girl while I shuffled to the living room that came as part of our suite, wearing all the blankets of our bed. I had almost made it to the other room when I got tackled from behind. While the blankets picked up most of the shock, it took me a moment to gain my bearings after the sudden turn of events. "And just where do you think you're going Mrs. Potter?" Harry's voice rang out above me, and I spotted him giving me one of his roguish grins.
Knowing I was trapped, I grinned back at him, almost letting loose a few more chuckles. The mischievous glint was back in my eyes as I answered him cheekily. "I was trying to entice my devilishly handsome husband into following me. My plan seemed to have worked to a degree. I think I overestimated myself in giving myself no way of escape. I seem to be at your mercy."
If it was possible, Harry's grin grew wider as he leaned down to claim his spoils of conquest. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but I was still trapped in the blanket. Thankfully my husband didn't have the emotional range of a teaspoon, and picked up on my struggles. Somehow he extricated me without breaking our kiss, but then again, we'd gotten very good at snogging through interruptions over the last few years because we learned to cherish all our times together. My arms now free, I used them to pull my husband down closer to me, feeling that mad need for him to be in contact with me. Body against body we enjoyed a nice long snog, almost like before we were married-although then it was with clothes still on. We just luxuriated in one another's presence for a good twenty minutes or so before Harry finally rolled off me and began to get off the wooden floor.
I was a bit disappointed at this turn as I had been enjoying myself, and Harry must have noticed my pout because he pulled me up and kissed me again, hard. When we broke apart again, I started pressing light kisses to his throat, while also trying to calculate the quickest route back to bed. Unfortunately, Harry decided to foil my plans again.
"Come on, we need to shower and then we can head to the beach." My facial expression showed a little disappointment because I was starting to think that staying in for another day would have been an excellent idea. However, this was our vacation and I knew we'd have the rest of whatever was left of our lives to shag. Reluctantly, I broke off from Harry to head towards the bathroom, knowing that the sooner I got in the water, the less the temptation would be to ignore all plans and stay in.
The bathroom of the suite was quite expansive, but that should have been expected considering the money we were spending on this place; although it wouldn't even blemish our combined net worth. I walked past the large Jacuzzi tub, cataloging its location for a later use, and into the nice two person shower, turning the taps to hot. I waited outside the stall, using my hand to gauge the temperature, and when I was finally satisfied, stepped into the steaming spray. Despite knowing that I was going to need to wash my hair again after the beach, I reached for my shampoo but was stopped by a rather masculine arm reaching over me for the shampoo. Harry had gotten really good at sneaking up on people, but I was still a little disappointed that he'd snuck up on me so easily. My disappointment soon faded as he began to massage the shampoo into my hair. Involuntarily, I let out a long moan of approval, which turned into a hiss of satisfaction as Harry slid into me from behind. He rotated us so that the spray now massaged his back in order for him to massage my breasts with his still soapy hands. The angle Harry managed to find as he plunged into me again and again was rather pleasant but it was a pain on my back. Thankfully, Harry noticed my discomfort rather quickly-not that I would have told him as I still enjoyed the angle-and shifted us again, pushing me up against the other wall while he began to increase his pace to near fervent. I used his shoulders to help brace myself as I wrapped my legs around his torso, giving him another new angle. Moments later he began shuddering in preparation for his orgasm just as I was reaching mine. We slid to the floor, feeling boneless as the sensations from our orgasms left us.
The water still sprayed on our legs, but it wasn't until I felt the water starting to get colder that I was able to move. I still felt rather disoriented after the intense experience so Harry helped me get back into the spray so I could rinse my hair. By the time I had finished rinsing, I was feeling recovered, and the water was getting a little too cold for me. I knew Harry could easily make it warm again, but I wanted to go to the beach with my husband. Some feral part of me only wanted to go so that I could show off that I had the best looking bloke to ever walk the face of the earth. The other more sensible part of me wanted to go because I had remembered Harry telling me he had never been to a real beach before; another reason that we had picked Hawaii for our honeymoon. I shut the water off, and pulled Harry out of the shower stall and into the big fluffy towels that hung nearby. We played like little kids again as we dried one another off, before heading into the bedroom again to get dressed in beachwear.
Fifteen minutes later, the two of us were dressed to wander the beach. I had on a simple emerald green bikini with a black sarong covering portions of my lower body. Harry was wearing a pair of maroon swim trunks that had a golden trim to them. He also wore a plain white t-shirt. Both of us wore sandals and sunglasses. Also, forever ingrained with auror lessons about vigilance, we had strapped on wand holsters to our thighs. Thankfully they were charmed so that the only ones that could see them were us. When Harry was sure we were ready to go, he pulled me out the door like an excited little kid. Though, considering how old we were, that description would have almost been accurate.
Harry and I spent a few hours idly wandering the beachfront. Around lunchtime we visited the local market, finding somewhere to eat and to briefly explore the area. I saw a few things that I figured would make good gifts and made a mental note to come back before we left at the end of the week. We returned to the beach again after the little bit of sight seeing to just enjoy a nice walk down the beach. It seemed like hours had passed as we just walked and conversed like the great friends that we were. After a while, it seemed like we came across a deserted stretch of beach, so we stopped for a while. The sun had begun to make its journey to the other side of the world for the night when Harry impulsively picked me up and carried me into the surf.
I spluttered a little as I was unceremoniously dropped into the salty water as a small wave crashed into me. Harry burst into laughter at the spluttering sounds I make.
"Oh, so that's how it's going to be Potter!" I reached up and pulled him down with me and got my chance to laugh at him as he spit out a little salt water that had invaded his mouth while he got used to being in the water with me. Fearing reprisal, I tried to stand and escape again. However, my efforts were just as futile as they had been this morning, as I soon found Harry on top of me again. I splashed some water at him to get me off, and he retaliated in kind. Soon, we were laughing and splashing at each other, completely carefree and looking the teenagers that we were-well, I was 20, but who was really counting? Eventually we flopped onto the beach again, chests heaving as we tried recovering from our laughter.
When we had finally settled down, in order to enjoy the serenity of the moment, I leaned over, laying my head on
Harry's chest. "I love you." I whispered to him. His bright green eyes darkened slightly with
several different emotions as he looked down at me. Lightly, he caressed my face with one of his hands. Tenderly, he
responded in kind: "I love you too Hermione, more than you can imagine. Thank you, for
everything."
I smiled at him again as I leaned up to kiss him again. The kiss started out loving and tender as a kiss of pure love, but soon became more heated. I moved further on top of Harry to get a better angle to kiss him, and was almost immediately rewarded with the feeling of Harry developing an erection. The feel of him between my legs, even with the barriers of clothing, spurred me on, and I was soon scrabbling to remove his soaked t-shirt. I didn't care that we were out in public and someone could walk by and see us because I was too involved in getting the annoying shirt off him so that I could be in contact with his skin. Harry wasn't idle either as he began pulling at my bikini. After fighting with the clothing for a bit more, we finally divested the last piece of clothing. Once we were clear of all impediments, Harry rolled us over and plunged into me again.
The overwhelming feeling of completeness nearly caused me to orgasm right there. I was able to get myself under some slight control so that I could start pushing back against Harry as he continued to pump in and out of me at a sedate pace. In tandem with our bodies' movements, Harry and I continued to kiss, enjoying the others presence immensely. The sedate pace soon began to take its toll and we began to feel the natural need to quicken our pace. We reveled in the faster pace until finally we reached the pinnacle of our passion. For the first time, we tumbled over the edge simultaneously as our impassioned cries rang out into the now night sky.
I have no idea how long we just laid there in the glorious afterglow, just listening to the ocean. Occasionally the water would come up and tickle our entwined feet. Nevertheless, we did eventually manage to get up and redress to head back to our hotel, where we would stay for the rest of the evening.
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