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Chapter 12.5 after dark
It was a slightly nervous Fleur who led an equally nervous Hermione to her bedroom from the family room. It was Christmas Eve and they both felt like it was time for them to take a massive step forward in their relationship. Fleur leaned down and pressed her lips to the slightly shorter girl's own, and suddenly they were both more interested in that than they were in how nervous they were. At first they fell back on just kissing, as it was familiar territory and safe. But one of them had to make the first move to step off the well worn path, and it was Hermione who brought her hand up and to cup Fleur's breast and gently massage the surprisingly captivating orb.
Fleur let out a low appreciative moan, encouraging Hermione to be bolder, so she used her other hand to start unbuttoning Fleur's robes. As she did this, Fleur shifted the focus of her lips to trail a line of soft kisses down Hermione's neck and started to give little bites and licks to Hermione's to the spot where neck, shoulder, and chest all met. Hermione let out her own moan, one filled with need and promise. She couldn't help herself, Fleur hadn't even touched anything below her collarbone yet, but the French beauty was already driving her nuts. She was so distracted that even dealing with the buttons on Fleur's robes became an almost Herculean task. But eventually, with more than a few fumbles, the last button was undone and Fleur shrugged off her robes revealing the perfectly smooth pale skin underneath.
Hermione couldn't help but stare for a moment. She never thought that she would be interested in women growing up, yet as she looked at Fleur the only thing she could think was that she was incredibly lucky. That, and an unexpected coolness on her back. Then she realised that as Fleur had been kissing her neck she had also been working on Hermione's robes, so she shrugged her robes from her shoulders causing them to fall and pool around her feet just as Fleur had done with hers.
Hermione was encouraged to see that Fleur was just as taken in by her body as she was with Fleur's. While they truly meant so much more to each other than looks, it gave Hermione's confidence a boost. Hermione still tended to see herself as a buck-toothed wall flower, not ugly but just not someone who would be worth looking at when there was a beauty like Fleur around. Now with both of them in just their underwear, they pressed themselves together again. Hands ran themselves on each other's body, pausing only to give a spot some extra attention before the hand went back to caressing. Tongues explored each other's mouths as the two surrendered slowly to their passion.
Neither of them could have told you who it was that moved them to the bed, but neither considered it a bad thing as they wrapped themselves together, Hermione's stocking clad legs entangled with Fleur's nude ones, Hermione's tail wrapped around fleurs back, trying to pull her in closer, breasts pressed together held apart by a few thin pieces of lace and exploring every inch of their nearly naked bodies.
Hermione started kissing down Fleur's neck and saying as she spoke. "I" Kiss "have" Kiss "wanted" Kiss "to" Kiss "do" Kiss "this" Kiss "for" Kiss "months."
Fleur let out a throaty moan of need. "I have wanted this too. Please don't tease me. I don't think I can take it." The sentence was half English and half French, all mixed together, but Hermione wouldn't have needed to know French to understand what Fleur wanted. That Fleur was rolling her hips, rubbing her damp lingerie against Hermione's thigh trying to get any kind of friction, was more than enough to tell Hermione everything she needed to know. Hermione hesitated for only half a second before she slid her hand down between them and pressed her fingers onto the outside of Fleur's underwear and rubbed her fingers up and down Fleur's pussy. "Oui." Fleur breathed out, sending a thrill through Hermione.
She pushed aside the lacey barrier and for the first time in her life felt another woman's pussy. She used her experience of her own self explorations to give her an idea of what to do. She rubbed the thumb into the top, stimulating Fleur while she slid her fingers up and down Fleur's lips. Hermione couldn't help but love the sounds that were coming from her girlfriend as her fingers danced, rubbed, and teased at the older but less experienced witch. The more Hermione's fingers explored, the more Fleur would twist and moan. Hermione felt a sense of satisfaction as Fleur's hands gripped at the sheets as she bit at her lip trying to keep from out right screaming in pleasure.
"Please, please!" Fleur begged half in English and French as she started to roll her hips looking for her release. At the same time, Hermione was using her free hand to unhook first Fleur's bra then her own. She took Fleur's hand and placed it on her own boob, giving Fleur all the hint she needed to start reciprocating. Familiar sparks started to radiate from her breast. Hermione hated to compare the two as it was completely unfair to both of them, but she couldn't help but notice Harry was actually better at rubbing her boobs. However, Harry did have a lot more practice at it than Fleur did, and Fleur was definitely better than Harry was the first time he got his hands on her chest.
Hermione added a second finger inside her lover, and Fleur started to buck her hips trying to get a little more from Hermione. Her hand was soaked now, and Fleur started to moan in a mixture of broken English and French, encouraging Hermione to do more. Hermione tried to use her other hand to massage Fleur's boobs, but in their current position it was a little awkward so she decided to use her mouth instead. She leaned forward and gave a few light kisses, then started to massage and stimulate the hard pink nubs with her lips and tongue. That seemed to be what Fleur needed, as it wasn't long before the beautiful French witch lost control and came.
Hermione couldn't keep the smile off her face as she saw what she had been able to do to Fleur. Fleur was literally shaking from the pleasure. But she wasn't finished yet, a quick reposition and Hermione started to kiss Fleur lower and lower on her body, starting at her breasts and making her way closer and closer with every kiss to her inevitable goal. She pushed Fleur's legs apart with no resistance whatsoever and looked up at Fleur, who was looking down at Hermione. As brown eyes met blue, Hermione felt herself fill with love and affection. The two girls may have never considered another woman as a partner without their bond to Harry, but the love they felt for each other was still very real.
Still, Hermione hesitated a half second before doing what she had planned next, but she was a Gryffindor for a reason and leaned forward and kissed. Fleur's reaction was just what Hermione wanted, she screamed out Hermione's name in pleasure as she gripped the bed. Hermione felt powerful and in control as her girlfriend lost the ability to do anything but cry out her name. After just a few minutes of this, Fleur came again with a scream loud enough that Hermione was thankful that they had put up some silencing spells.
Hermione crawled up the bed and laid down next to Fleur, pulling her into a cuddle as she waited for the sweat-soaked blond to get her breath back. It took a few minutes before Fleur said anything, but the first thing she said was "Love you," before she leaned in and kissed Hermione. Suddenly, Fleur was all hands as she ran them up and down Hermione's body, and when she broke the kiss for a moment to take a breath she whispered just two words to Hermione that had her quivering in anticipation. "Your turn."