Fic: Heightened Sensations [R] Charlie/Hermione
Title: Heightened Sensations
Author:gfeather
Rating: R
Prompt Set: 50.2
Prompt: #10 soft
Word Count: 950
Summary: Charlie learns that when you can't see, your other senses are heightened.
Warnings: blindfolds, but for the most part it's pretty tame
Notes: This is the next part of the series begining with Have a Little Faith and followed by When Needs Must I suggest reading them first.
Charlie Weasley was a lights on guy and not the commonplace dim lighting of candles or a fire either. No, he preferred full daylight, in the middle of an open meadow, kind of light, or barring that the gentle shade of a leafy tree. He couldn’t always get what he wanted, but he had never made love to anyone in the dark.
Her warm hand stole up his bare chest and flicked at a nipple before winding it’s way around his shoulders. The silky softness of her skin slid tantalizingly against his own and he gave a small shiver. Every little touch seemed to be augmented in sensation tenfold. Without his eyes, he could not anticipate her next move or fixate on the beauty of her body. What he could do was feel.
If there were a word to describe the woman in his arms at this moment, it would be soft. From the strands of wavy hair that ran through his fingers, to the round swell of her breasts and down to the expanse of her naked legs as she straddled him, she was all soft.
His hands released her hair and she bent down to lick a nipple. The tendrils of hair tickled his skin and he gasped as her warm, wet tongue swiped at the sensitive circle of flesh. Her hands planted on his shoulders and she pushed him down onto his back. It seemed she was deliberately using her hair to torture him as she worked her way down the planes of his abdomen with hot, moist kisses.
All sensation fled for a moment when she pulled back and he felt bereft. A small whimper of protest escaped his lips before a gasp exploded from his chest as she suddenly and completely enveloped his straining cock with her mouth. He could feel the slide of her tongue along the underside and groaned as she moved up with agonizing slowness. When she had pulled back to the tip, she released him completely and he shivered when she blew a puff of cool air over his shaft. She moved to the base and nipped her way up his length with her lips, then swirled her tongue around the head before descending on him again. He couldn’t anticipate her next action and was completely at her mercy in a matter of moments. She used her talented mouth to the point of insanity before bringing up a hand to fondle his balls. The shock of her unexpected caress threw him over the edge and he arched of the bed from the strength of his orgasm.
For a minute he lay limply on is back, too replete to think about much at the moment. Slowly his breathing slowed and he shifted to find Hermione stretched out along his side. He ran a hand along her side to find her shoulder, then her neck and finally was able to cup a cheek. Not entirely certain of his vocal chords he whispered, “You shouldn’t have... It was amazing, but you shouldn’t have.”
He could feel the pull of muscles under his hand and knew that she was smiling. Her voice whispered softly back, “I enjoyed it. Besides, I’ve learned a charm or two to deal with the less pleasant aspects.”
She leaned over him to the bedside table and retrieved her wand. He nearly flinched when he felt the tip of the wooden shaft touch his spent member, but her muttered spell only caused a small tingle to spread along his length. He heard the clatter of her wand being dropped back onto the table again and he asked, “What was that?”
“I released the containment spell and did a small cleaning charm.”
“Containment spell?”
“Most contraceptive spells and potions only have about an 80 percent success rate. I don’t take chances like that. The containment spell has a 99 percent success rate, but it’s tricky to cast.” she explained gently.
“I didn’t even notice. I’m sorry. I should have-”
She cut him off. “-No, it’s alright. You weren’t supposed to notice. You were supposed to enjoy yourself.”
He grinned at her. “I certainly did that. Everything is so much more intense because I can’t see.”
She brushed her lips along his neck to his ear, then gave the lobe a sharp nip. Charlie sucked in is breath and felt himself beginning to stir again. Hermione chuckled in softly in his ear. “I know. I find being blindfolded very stimulating.”
Charlie hummed at the thought of a silk scarf covering her eyes while he bestowed the same exquisite torture upon her. He wanted his eyes for that though, to watch her face, her reactions as he touched her. His mind ground to a halt right there. Driving her wild while blindfolded implied there would be a next time, a next time some time after he recovered his vision in fact. He wasn’t even sure how they had ended up naked together in bed, let alone if this was anything more than a one off. He was about to open his mouth to ask her what this was, when the hand that had been circling his navel moved down to the wiry thatch of curls at the base of his rapidly hardening shaft. Whatever he had meant to say became a groan and he caught her hand before rolling them over. With Hermione on her back underneath him, he forgot what he was about to ask and focussed on learning her body by touch. She was soft and warm and alive beneath him, and for the moment, that was all that mattered.
He’d ask to blindfold her later.
Author:gfeather
Rating: R
Prompt Set: 50.2
Prompt: #10 soft
Word Count: 950
Summary: Charlie learns that when you can't see, your other senses are heightened.
Warnings: blindfolds, but for the most part it's pretty tame
Notes: This is the next part of the series begining with Have a Little Faith and followed by When Needs Must I suggest reading them first.
Charlie Weasley was a lights on guy and not the commonplace dim lighting of candles or a fire either. No, he preferred full daylight, in the middle of an open meadow, kind of light, or barring that the gentle shade of a leafy tree. He couldn’t always get what he wanted, but he had never made love to anyone in the dark.
Her warm hand stole up his bare chest and flicked at a nipple before winding it’s way around his shoulders. The silky softness of her skin slid tantalizingly against his own and he gave a small shiver. Every little touch seemed to be augmented in sensation tenfold. Without his eyes, he could not anticipate her next move or fixate on the beauty of her body. What he could do was feel.
If there were a word to describe the woman in his arms at this moment, it would be soft. From the strands of wavy hair that ran through his fingers, to the round swell of her breasts and down to the expanse of her naked legs as she straddled him, she was all soft.
His hands released her hair and she bent down to lick a nipple. The tendrils of hair tickled his skin and he gasped as her warm, wet tongue swiped at the sensitive circle of flesh. Her hands planted on his shoulders and she pushed him down onto his back. It seemed she was deliberately using her hair to torture him as she worked her way down the planes of his abdomen with hot, moist kisses.
All sensation fled for a moment when she pulled back and he felt bereft. A small whimper of protest escaped his lips before a gasp exploded from his chest as she suddenly and completely enveloped his straining cock with her mouth. He could feel the slide of her tongue along the underside and groaned as she moved up with agonizing slowness. When she had pulled back to the tip, she released him completely and he shivered when she blew a puff of cool air over his shaft. She moved to the base and nipped her way up his length with her lips, then swirled her tongue around the head before descending on him again. He couldn’t anticipate her next action and was completely at her mercy in a matter of moments. She used her talented mouth to the point of insanity before bringing up a hand to fondle his balls. The shock of her unexpected caress threw him over the edge and he arched of the bed from the strength of his orgasm.
For a minute he lay limply on is back, too replete to think about much at the moment. Slowly his breathing slowed and he shifted to find Hermione stretched out along his side. He ran a hand along her side to find her shoulder, then her neck and finally was able to cup a cheek. Not entirely certain of his vocal chords he whispered, “You shouldn’t have... It was amazing, but you shouldn’t have.”
He could feel the pull of muscles under his hand and knew that she was smiling. Her voice whispered softly back, “I enjoyed it. Besides, I’ve learned a charm or two to deal with the less pleasant aspects.”
She leaned over him to the bedside table and retrieved her wand. He nearly flinched when he felt the tip of the wooden shaft touch his spent member, but her muttered spell only caused a small tingle to spread along his length. He heard the clatter of her wand being dropped back onto the table again and he asked, “What was that?”
“I released the containment spell and did a small cleaning charm.”
“Containment spell?”
“Most contraceptive spells and potions only have about an 80 percent success rate. I don’t take chances like that. The containment spell has a 99 percent success rate, but it’s tricky to cast.” she explained gently.
“I didn’t even notice. I’m sorry. I should have-”
She cut him off. “-No, it’s alright. You weren’t supposed to notice. You were supposed to enjoy yourself.”
He grinned at her. “I certainly did that. Everything is so much more intense because I can’t see.”
She brushed her lips along his neck to his ear, then gave the lobe a sharp nip. Charlie sucked in is breath and felt himself beginning to stir again. Hermione chuckled in softly in his ear. “I know. I find being blindfolded very stimulating.”
Charlie hummed at the thought of a silk scarf covering her eyes while he bestowed the same exquisite torture upon her. He wanted his eyes for that though, to watch her face, her reactions as he touched her. His mind ground to a halt right there. Driving her wild while blindfolded implied there would be a next time, a next time some time after he recovered his vision in fact. He wasn’t even sure how they had ended up naked together in bed, let alone if this was anything more than a one off. He was about to open his mouth to ask her what this was, when the hand that had been circling his navel moved down to the wiry thatch of curls at the base of his rapidly hardening shaft. Whatever he had meant to say became a groan and he caught her hand before rolling them over. With Hermione on her back underneath him, he forgot what he was about to ask and focussed on learning her body by touch. She was soft and warm and alive beneath him, and for the moment, that was all that mattered.
He’d ask to blindfold her later.