Fic: Awake [PG-14] Charlie/Hermione
Title: Awake
Author:gfeather
Rating: Strong PG-14 for sexual situations
Prompt Set: 50.2
Prompt: # 41 Awake
Word Count: 770
Summary: Charlie discovers he isn't alone when he awakens
Notes: This is the next part of the series begining with Have a Little Faith and followed by When Needs Must and Heightened Sensations I suggest reading them first.
A/N: Huge appologies for this taking so long. It has been mostly written for ages, but with moving and all things have been chaotic!
When Charlie woke and opened his eyes, the world looked exactly the same as when they were closed. Dark. He couldn’t get any sense of anything with his eyes. There was a brief moment of panic as his memory caught up to the immediate lack of optical sensory input and remembered the curse from the previous day. It also caught up with the reason for the tingling sensation in his fingers and the warm, soft weight at his side.
“Oh so you are awake,” Hermione observed from her position at his side.
“Mmm. So are you. What time is it? For all I know it could still be the middle of the night.”
“No, the middle of the night was when you woke me up during your attempt to cripple yourself. It’s after nine now.”
“Nine?!”
“Yes. The sun is shining and birds are singing. Sleep well?”
Charlie took a deep breath and stretched out beside her. “Very well. In fact, I think my foot is entirely healed this morning. You?”
“Oddly enough, I feel a bit sore this morning,” she said while trying, and failing to contain a giggle.
He grinned and buried his face in the riot of soft curls spilling across his shoulder. He shifted his hips slightly and tossed back playfully, “Now that you mention it, I think I feel a bit stiff myself.”
The groan she made at that comment vibrated against his side, warm with amusement. “Goodness! It’s even more ridiculous out loud than I imagined. I think that’s enough witty banter for me this morning.”
“Or unwitty banter for that matter,” he chuckled.
“Quite right,” she agreed, as their laughter slowly died away.
Charlie flopped back on his pillow and stared blankly at the ceiling he couldn’t see. After a prolonged moment of silence he asked, “Are we at the part where things get really awkward now?”
Hermione’s slender hand settled on his chest and traced a feather light figure eight over and over just beneath his clavicle. Aside from that small movement, everything was very still. Even their breathing seemed shallow and muted. When the finger stilled she spoke softly, “It doesn’t have to. I don’t want things to be awkward between us...”
“I can hear a ‘but’ in there somewhere.”
She shook her head. “No buts. I just want to be clear on what exactly is between us. If we’re clear on things, there’s no need for awkwardness.”
“You want to know if this is a one off or something we might do again,” he observed.
He felt her nod against his side, but nothing more was forthcoming. Charlie slid his free hand up the exposed skin of her back and entwined his fingers in her hair. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Unexpected, unlooked for, but not unwelcome.”
Her lips smiled against his chest. “It certainly is that. Truthfully, I’d never really considered the possibility before. We’ve only really gotten to know each other in the past couple months.”
“Is it a possibility you would like to give a chance now?” he enquired, feeling very discomforted to be having this conversation with no visual cues whatsoever.
She shifted beside him and he could once again feel her gaze, though he couldn’t fathom the expression on her face. It was a very insecure feeling to know you were being scrutinized, yet completely unable to scrutinize back. After a long moment, her hand cupped his cheek and her warm bare skin pressed against his chest as she leaned in and captured his lips with her own.
When Hermione pulled back from the heated embrace, she trailed a delicate line of kisses to his ear and whispered, “I believe everything deserves a fair chance, don’t you agree?”
A silly grin broke across his face. “Definitely, though I’m not sure I’m awake enough at the moment to discuss philosophies and ideologies.”
“Hmm... well I suppose that can wait until later. What are you awake enough for?” she asked, shifting against him tantalizingly.
He reached one of his broad hands to squeeze her arse before sliding it down her leg and hooking the knee towards him. Grinding his growing erection against her, he replied huskily, “I find that vigorous activity in the morning really wakes me up.”
Pulling him closer with her leg, she thrust back against him. “You aren’t allowed to go on morning patrol today. This vigorous activity will have to be conducted indoors.”
Moving his fingers along her slit, he dipped a finger inside and caused her to gasp. Grinning cheekily before capturing her lips he said, “That’s fine by me.”
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Author:gfeather
Rating: Strong PG-14 for sexual situations
Prompt Set: 50.2
Prompt: # 41 Awake
Word Count: 770
Summary: Charlie discovers he isn't alone when he awakens
Notes: This is the next part of the series begining with Have a Little Faith and followed by When Needs Must and Heightened Sensations I suggest reading them first.
A/N: Huge appologies for this taking so long. It has been mostly written for ages, but with moving and all things have been chaotic!
When Charlie woke and opened his eyes, the world looked exactly the same as when they were closed. Dark. He couldn’t get any sense of anything with his eyes. There was a brief moment of panic as his memory caught up to the immediate lack of optical sensory input and remembered the curse from the previous day. It also caught up with the reason for the tingling sensation in his fingers and the warm, soft weight at his side.
“Oh so you are awake,” Hermione observed from her position at his side.
“Mmm. So are you. What time is it? For all I know it could still be the middle of the night.”
“No, the middle of the night was when you woke me up during your attempt to cripple yourself. It’s after nine now.”
“Nine?!”
“Yes. The sun is shining and birds are singing. Sleep well?”
Charlie took a deep breath and stretched out beside her. “Very well. In fact, I think my foot is entirely healed this morning. You?”
“Oddly enough, I feel a bit sore this morning,” she said while trying, and failing to contain a giggle.
He grinned and buried his face in the riot of soft curls spilling across his shoulder. He shifted his hips slightly and tossed back playfully, “Now that you mention it, I think I feel a bit stiff myself.”
The groan she made at that comment vibrated against his side, warm with amusement. “Goodness! It’s even more ridiculous out loud than I imagined. I think that’s enough witty banter for me this morning.”
“Or unwitty banter for that matter,” he chuckled.
“Quite right,” she agreed, as their laughter slowly died away.
Charlie flopped back on his pillow and stared blankly at the ceiling he couldn’t see. After a prolonged moment of silence he asked, “Are we at the part where things get really awkward now?”
Hermione’s slender hand settled on his chest and traced a feather light figure eight over and over just beneath his clavicle. Aside from that small movement, everything was very still. Even their breathing seemed shallow and muted. When the finger stilled she spoke softly, “It doesn’t have to. I don’t want things to be awkward between us...”
“I can hear a ‘but’ in there somewhere.”
She shook her head. “No buts. I just want to be clear on what exactly is between us. If we’re clear on things, there’s no need for awkwardness.”
“You want to know if this is a one off or something we might do again,” he observed.
He felt her nod against his side, but nothing more was forthcoming. Charlie slid his free hand up the exposed skin of her back and entwined his fingers in her hair. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Unexpected, unlooked for, but not unwelcome.”
Her lips smiled against his chest. “It certainly is that. Truthfully, I’d never really considered the possibility before. We’ve only really gotten to know each other in the past couple months.”
“Is it a possibility you would like to give a chance now?” he enquired, feeling very discomforted to be having this conversation with no visual cues whatsoever.
She shifted beside him and he could once again feel her gaze, though he couldn’t fathom the expression on her face. It was a very insecure feeling to know you were being scrutinized, yet completely unable to scrutinize back. After a long moment, her hand cupped his cheek and her warm bare skin pressed against his chest as she leaned in and captured his lips with her own.
When Hermione pulled back from the heated embrace, she trailed a delicate line of kisses to his ear and whispered, “I believe everything deserves a fair chance, don’t you agree?”
A silly grin broke across his face. “Definitely, though I’m not sure I’m awake enough at the moment to discuss philosophies and ideologies.”
“Hmm... well I suppose that can wait until later. What are you awake enough for?” she asked, shifting against him tantalizingly.
He reached one of his broad hands to squeeze her arse before sliding it down her leg and hooking the knee towards him. Grinding his growing erection against her, he replied huskily, “I find that vigorous activity in the morning really wakes me up.”
Pulling him closer with her leg, she thrust back against him. “You aren’t allowed to go on morning patrol today. This vigorous activity will have to be conducted indoors.”
Moving his fingers along her slit, he dipped a finger inside and caused her to gasp. Grinning cheekily before capturing her lips he said, “That’s fine by me.”
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