Fic: Falling in Deep [R]
Summary: Nothing feels better than a nice swim on a hot and humid day... well maybe one other thing.
A/N: Written for cosmo_jenny's request of Charlie/Hermione and a waterfall and 100quills prompt #11 water. This is a stand alone and doesn't connect to my other prompts.
Humidity hung heavily in the air on this scorching summer day, making the air around him
nearly edible. Close to the camp, the odours of sweat, dragon dung and smoke were so thick in
the air that you could nearly taste them on the back of your tongue. But here, the air was earthy, as if the minerals from the rock cut had turned to vapour in the afternoon heat. The heavy, cool scent of wet stone contrasted sharply with the pungent aroma of sunlight on foliage, alive and vibrant. It was still considerably humid here, but it was far less oppressive to him than the air back at camp. During the heat of the day, there was no greater pleasure than escaping from the compound to indulge in a leisurely swim while the dragons contentedly dozed and soaked up the sun.
Well, perhaps there was one greater pleasure.
A twenty minute hike from the main living quarters, he had discovered this treasure. A modest
stream tumbled over a thirty foot rock cut into a shimmering pool below. The water flow wasn’t spectacular, but it was refreshing and deliciously cool on the many oppressively hot days in the summer. He liked to think of it as his waterfall and retreat from the aggravation of the summer nesting camp. That notion was vanished when he pushed through the heavy foliage to the water’s edge and saw her there.
As always, the first thing he noticed was not her body, but her hair. Instead of a flyaway tangle of waves, her long hair hung in wet, loose ringlets. It looked much darker, almost mahogany rather than it’s normal mousey brown, but the wet strands gleamed in the dappled light. His eyes were drawn to a small trickle of water that slid down the loose curl. He followed the tiny rivulet as it slithered over creamy skin to the swell of her breast and watched it gather at a dusky rose nipple before dropping into the pool below. Bringing his eyes back up from the path of the water drop, he noted shapely legs, enticing curves and pale, glowing skin. She was radiant.
Struggling for breath in the dense air, he could almost smell her presence, like an exotic flower with a light and fresh, but very compelling fragrance. His body was thrumming with excitement, pulse racing and cock hardening at the enchanting sight before him. Without further consideration, he shed his uncomfortably sticky clothes, releasing his straining cock. He waded into the water, towards the nymph at the other end of the pool.
Hearing the water splash as he approached, she turned to face him, blinking water droplets from her eyelashes. Her inviting smile beaconed him closer and her soft greeting rose to meet him in the rising vapours. “Charlie.”
The pool deepened in the middle to the point where he could barely touch bottom, before it
shallowed once again under the falling water. Skirting the edge of the deeper water, small,
deliciously cool sprays of water splashed up his legs and backside before meandering down his
heated flesh. It was a delightful, stimulating sensation and his cock hardened further. He gasped as the colder spray from overhead first made contact, but his eyes were rivetted to play of water droplets on her perfect skin.
Another drop of water swelled precariously at the tip of her breast before dropping and he had the urge to catch it on his tongue. Voice rough with desire, he groaned, “Ohhhh Hermione ...”
His broad hands slicked the water droplets clinging to her side from her hips until his thumbs
rested beneath her full breasts. Careful not to disturb the fascinating play of water there with his hands, he leaned down to catch a droplet, parting his lips to enclose a nipple and sliding his tongue across ...
Nothing. Not a damn thing was there. Even the sensations of cool water against his back and the smooth pebbles beneath his feet were gone.
Opening his eyes, Charlie cursed loudly, “Fucking miserable pair of tightfisted wankers! Why
the hell do those moronic imbeciles produce these damn things for hormonal teenagers who can’t
fucking well keep it up for more than five minutes!?! Thirty minute charm, my ass!”
The daydream was over. His imagination was vivid enough to supply the sights, sounds and
even smells of his fantasy, but when the charm ran out, his mind could not supply the sensation of touch. Charlie had scoffed at the Daydream Charm initially, but curiosity had gotten the better of him when his younger brothers had sent a package of ‘fun’ to him on the Reserve.
When he finally caved to his curiosity and tried one, it was a shock to see Hermione appear at his work, striding into an enclosure and brandishing her wand at an injured dragon. Initially, his experience had been completely non-sexual, but as the daydream progressed her strength and
competence became arousing as hell.
However, like his most recent experience, it was only as events were getting interesting that the charm ended and he was left terribly aroused and somewhat bereft. Drawing a broad hand across his face, Charlie groaned. It looked like a lonely shower and his left hand again tonight.
He really needed less complicated fantasies.
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A/N: Written for cosmo_jenny's request of Charlie/Hermione and a waterfall and 100quills prompt #11 water. This is a stand alone and doesn't connect to my other prompts.
Humidity hung heavily in the air on this scorching summer day, making the air around him
nearly edible. Close to the camp, the odours of sweat, dragon dung and smoke were so thick in
the air that you could nearly taste them on the back of your tongue. But here, the air was earthy, as if the minerals from the rock cut had turned to vapour in the afternoon heat. The heavy, cool scent of wet stone contrasted sharply with the pungent aroma of sunlight on foliage, alive and vibrant. It was still considerably humid here, but it was far less oppressive to him than the air back at camp. During the heat of the day, there was no greater pleasure than escaping from the compound to indulge in a leisurely swim while the dragons contentedly dozed and soaked up the sun.
Well, perhaps there was one greater pleasure.
A twenty minute hike from the main living quarters, he had discovered this treasure. A modest
stream tumbled over a thirty foot rock cut into a shimmering pool below. The water flow wasn’t spectacular, but it was refreshing and deliciously cool on the many oppressively hot days in the summer. He liked to think of it as his waterfall and retreat from the aggravation of the summer nesting camp. That notion was vanished when he pushed through the heavy foliage to the water’s edge and saw her there.
As always, the first thing he noticed was not her body, but her hair. Instead of a flyaway tangle of waves, her long hair hung in wet, loose ringlets. It looked much darker, almost mahogany rather than it’s normal mousey brown, but the wet strands gleamed in the dappled light. His eyes were drawn to a small trickle of water that slid down the loose curl. He followed the tiny rivulet as it slithered over creamy skin to the swell of her breast and watched it gather at a dusky rose nipple before dropping into the pool below. Bringing his eyes back up from the path of the water drop, he noted shapely legs, enticing curves and pale, glowing skin. She was radiant.
Struggling for breath in the dense air, he could almost smell her presence, like an exotic flower with a light and fresh, but very compelling fragrance. His body was thrumming with excitement, pulse racing and cock hardening at the enchanting sight before him. Without further consideration, he shed his uncomfortably sticky clothes, releasing his straining cock. He waded into the water, towards the nymph at the other end of the pool.
Hearing the water splash as he approached, she turned to face him, blinking water droplets from her eyelashes. Her inviting smile beaconed him closer and her soft greeting rose to meet him in the rising vapours. “Charlie.”
The pool deepened in the middle to the point where he could barely touch bottom, before it
shallowed once again under the falling water. Skirting the edge of the deeper water, small,
deliciously cool sprays of water splashed up his legs and backside before meandering down his
heated flesh. It was a delightful, stimulating sensation and his cock hardened further. He gasped as the colder spray from overhead first made contact, but his eyes were rivetted to play of water droplets on her perfect skin.
Another drop of water swelled precariously at the tip of her breast before dropping and he had the urge to catch it on his tongue. Voice rough with desire, he groaned, “Ohhhh Hermione ...”
His broad hands slicked the water droplets clinging to her side from her hips until his thumbs
rested beneath her full breasts. Careful not to disturb the fascinating play of water there with his hands, he leaned down to catch a droplet, parting his lips to enclose a nipple and sliding his tongue across ...
Nothing. Not a damn thing was there. Even the sensations of cool water against his back and the smooth pebbles beneath his feet were gone.
Opening his eyes, Charlie cursed loudly, “Fucking miserable pair of tightfisted wankers! Why
the hell do those moronic imbeciles produce these damn things for hormonal teenagers who can’t
fucking well keep it up for more than five minutes!?! Thirty minute charm, my ass!”
The daydream was over. His imagination was vivid enough to supply the sights, sounds and
even smells of his fantasy, but when the charm ran out, his mind could not supply the sensation of touch. Charlie had scoffed at the Daydream Charm initially, but curiosity had gotten the better of him when his younger brothers had sent a package of ‘fun’ to him on the Reserve.
When he finally caved to his curiosity and tried one, it was a shock to see Hermione appear at his work, striding into an enclosure and brandishing her wand at an injured dragon. Initially, his experience had been completely non-sexual, but as the daydream progressed her strength and
competence became arousing as hell.
However, like his most recent experience, it was only as events were getting interesting that the charm ended and he was left terribly aroused and somewhat bereft. Drawing a broad hand across his face, Charlie groaned. It looked like a lonely shower and his left hand again tonight.
He really needed less complicated fantasies.
***