473A/N: So so sorry. I don't know I'm back in the full swing of it but I think, just this minute, I've figured out where we have to go. So hold tight. Hopefully I'll get this finished by Christmas (this one, not the next).
I am never attempting another behemoth without Spin, ever again. Only short ones from now on, this is intolerable for all of us lol
Also, pure smut. Like there's no point even pretending.
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Minerva woke long before her love and spent the time tracing the muscles of her back with the backs of her fingers. Hermione hummed as she woke and bit down gently on Minerva's shoulder.
"Mmm, that tickles," she shivered. "But I like it."
Minerva changed to using her nails and Hermione's moan was deep. Minerva chuckled at the noise but kept it up. Her young lover pressed herself closer.
"Can we talk, Leannan?"
Hermione picked her head up and stared.
"Of course we can, what's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing like that, it's just someone that has been on my mind this week."
"What?"
"I -" She winced and wound the golden steak around her fingers. "I do not like that I cannot hear you."
Hermione stared at her.
"What -" She frowned. "You mean -"
"I do not like that you have mastered shutting me out and I have not." She blushed deeply. "That sounds childish, I know, but I spent so long railing against this and now that I've had your mind to myself for a while, I cannot imagine being without it."
"Oh," Hermione blinked. "But -" Minerva let her curl go and she chuckled and shook her head, making all of her riotous curls bounce. "Really? I was trying to make it -"
"I know you were, and I do appreciate it, sweetheart, I really do. But I have come to love being so deeply connected," Minerva whispered. "It's like you said early on, when we were first learning each other, there are no secrets, total trust."
"You don't trust me?"
"No," Minerva said quickly. "That's not what I mean. I mean -" She blew out a long breath. "I nearly lost you. I have nearly lost you several times. I -"
"Min?" Hermione whispered as she shifted so she was eye to eye with her. "Min, just tell me?"
"I don't ever want to be without you," she whispered. "Not even when you're three feet away."
Hermione kissed her softly and slid her hand into her hair. Their activities had loosened something in Minerva; the desperation Hermione had felt was palpable. And the war was coming so quickly she could feel that desperation as well.
"I'm right here," Hermione whispered as she kissed down Minerva's neck. "And I appreciate you giving me the gift that you did. I invite you to take your own gift now. Would you like that, my love? Would you like to take me? Would like to open me up and take everything you want?"
Minerva frowned the kiss and wished for the billionth time she could just cast the spell and make it everything they wanted it to be. Instead, Minerva silently summoned what she wanted and tipped Hermione off her.
"Ack!"
Minerva laughed as she leaned up on her elbow as the toy in question came to rest in her palm.
"Help me," Minerva muttered. "I do not want to disappoint."
"You could never disappoint me, love."
"Leannan," Minerva muttered. "Help me, please."
Something about the way she said it made Hermione pause. Minerva's mind was filled with want and there was a whine in her ears that would not be silenced. After a little pause to do what they needed to, Minerva looked down at herself and blushed.
"This is ridiculous," she muttered.
"No," Hermione whispered. Her eyes were like saucers as she stared. "Magical. Just imagine."
Minerva shook her head. To imagine would crumble her resolve and she pressed Hermione into the bed.
"Now you are at my mercy."
"I am yours, Domina."
Minerva's heart stopped beating as Hermione followed up the words by opening her legs wide. Minerva stared and felt her body tremble. Abandoning their plan, she lay on her belly and pressed her face into her, sucking hard on Hermione's clit, in payback for their earlier play.
"Min -" she squeaked.
But she didn't hold it long. Just long enough to get a feel for it before she knelt up, between those strong thighs and held her new addition.
"This is odd," Minerva muttered. As she pressed the head of it against Hermione, she suddenly paused.
"Wait," she muttered. She summoned the little bottle they'd bought at the suggestion from the woman who had checked them out. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Minerva, I'm so fucking wet, I don't think you'll need it." Minerva tipped a little on the toy and ran her hand over it anyway. The way it pressed back, into her made her falter and then do it again.
"Fuck, you look like you've been born to do that."
Minerva laughed, despite herself, and dropped the bottle on the bedside table.
"I will probably not tell you later and right now, Leannan, I am rather busy."
Hermione grinned and dropped her head back to the bed as Minerva leaned over her. They kissed languidly for a while before Minerva started again. She pressed it against Hermione and shuddered at the noise her lover made. She tried to recall the best way to do this, but decided she didn't really want to think about anyone else, except this beautiful woman underneath her.
She rocked her hips gently, feeling the give in Hermione's body as she entered.
They groaned, deeply.
"Fucking hell, Minerva," Hermione gasped as she shifted a little further in. "I can't -"
"Can't what?" Minerva said sharply as she stopped her advance.
"Nooo," Hermione almost wailed. "Not that, don't stop."
Minerva examined Hermione's thoughts for a moment and pressed on. Her eyes widened at just how much of the toy Hermione took and she glanced up at her as she came to a stop.
Hermione's eyes were wild and her cheeks were red and she'd never looked as beautiful.
"Move," she pleaded. "Fuck me. Please Minerva -"
Minerva very gently withdrew and then similarly gently eased her way forward.
"Ooh!"
The plea was so breathless, Minerva didn't hesitate the second time. She pressed her hands to Hermione's thighs and rocked them together gently.
Hermione fingernails scored her thighs and the sting made her jerk. Hermione squeaked at the sudden movement and Minerva heard a low growl begin. In her addled state it took her longer than it should have to realise it was coming from her. Her mind seemed to go blank and she felt her mind open to Hermione's. She shifted closer, using her Hermione's own thoughts to direct her movements as she held onto round hips to leverage her forward press again and again.
"God, Min," Hemmer breathed as she turned her head from side to side. "Don't you ever stop."
Minerva had no intention of ever stopping and got lost in her desire. She had no idea how long they'd been at it and cared even less. She leaned over her love and gathered her body into her arms. Hermione had given up using words as they kept up. Minerva's muscles were screaming at her, but she was quite sure Hermione had come more than once so far and she desperately wanted one more before she stopped.
Give me just a little more, Leannan agus tha mi a 'gealltainn, cuiridh mi leanabh annad. [and I promise I will put a child in you.]
Hermione groaned, no doubt understanding the translation in their heads.
Min - I'm -
Hermione's nails scored her shoulders and Minerva's hips pistoned into Hermione's until they both screamed and light emitted from their eyes. Their teeth sank into each other's necks and Minerva felt as though the universe began and ended in Hermione's soul. She rocked gently, trying to feel the thrum of energy through their bodies for just a little longer until she did not have the energy to do even that. Hermione's hands were so strong and she could feel them, locked around her shoulders. They stilled and Minerva let go of her lover's neck and could feel Hermione's teeth gradually let go as well. The sting of the broken skin made her wince but she ran her tongue over her teeth and tasted blood. By the time she blinked open her eyes and looked down at her lover, she knew her wound would already have healed over.
"Are you alright, Leannan?"
"Uhuh," Hermione muttered, though her eyes were still closed. "More than."
Minerva kissed her and Hermione whined as the twitching hips wound her up again.
"Again?" Minerva blinked.
"Forever," Hermione breathed. "Please? Forever. Just -" She mewled pathetically as Minerva did not do as she wanted. "Always."
A vision of what Hermione had been imagining played in her head and Minerva arched and slid deeper, into her mate.
"Min, please. Let me -"
Minerva summoned all her strength and pulled away. Hermione reared up and pushed her onto her back. The way Hermione straddled her middle made Minerva gasp as she leaned forward and kissed her. Hermione's essence on her skin made her moan into her lover's mouth as she gripped those hips that she loved so much.
"When it's time, my love? We're going to have so much fucking fun making our babies."
The words were only the tip of the iceberg. It was the visions within their brain that made Minerva cry out. The toy that was lodged inside of her shifted rhythmically as she came. Hermione whined and pushed open her legs, sliding her tongue all over the toy and then, over Minerva as well.
She howled as she lost all the control she had and Hermione wasted no time in allowing her appreciation. Minerva's body was moving without her input. Her hands gripped her lover's hips again as Hermione lowered herself onto the toy. Minerva groaned deeply as she flexed her arse and it slipped deeper, making Hermione gasp. The noise was what Minerva's body had been waiting for and she did so again and again and again. Hermione leaned onto it, on her hands, which cupped Minerva's breasts and trapped her nipples between her fingers.
She felt wild, like nothing could stop her from loving this woman. Hermione's whispers within their heads were not helping her claw any sensibility back and after trying and failing several times, Hermione's whispered pleas to give into it worked.
She sat up and held Hermione as still as she could as her hips kept pressing against her. Hermione's arms around her head were so tight, she could only kiss Hermione's sweaty skin where she was. Hermione's back arched again and Minerva rolled them so she could plunge into her lover unencumbered.
"MINERVA!"
She pressed as deeply as she could as she felt Hermione break apart in their minds and held it as the feeling pulsing through them made her break as well. Finally sated, she dropped onto Hermione's chest with a groan and couldn't even manage the chuckle when her lover caught her and held her tightly.
They didn't speak. Minerva wasn't certain they could, so they lay together, the cool air of their bedroom cooling their skin until Hermione managed to groan a little. Minerva cracked her eyes to check on her.
"Are you alright? I -"
"I'm fine," Hermione whispered as she opened her eyes for the first time as well. They flared fire and Minerva chuckled as she leaned down and kissed her.
"I love you so much, Leannan. I'm so sorry, I completely lost -"
"That's a double galleon for me," Hermione huffed as she wrapped her legs around Minerva's hips. "That was incredible. I do need you to move though."
Minerva laughed through her nose and pulled away gently from Hermione's body. The younger woman winced just a little and then moaned deeply as Minerva came away.
"God, I cannot -" Hermione sighed. "Before you start worrying, that was amazing. I'm not sure what happened but I really hope it wasn't the only time. Did you feel what happened in our heads? Oh, that was -"
Minerva did her best with her shaking hands to unhook the parts she needed to and grumbled when she struggled. Hermione chuckled and sat up to help. Minerva marvelled at her young love. Even though her own bravery and comfort had come a long way since they had begun this thing, Hermione's ease during these moments was so appreciated, she stilled her hands and kissed the palms.
"Thank you, mo ghaol. Thank you for -"
Their bond was, once again, open wide and Hermione just smiled. She dropped the toy on the bed and pulled Minerva on top of her.
"Do we need to talk about it?" Minerva stubbornly bit her lip. "So, yes," Hermione chuckled. "You still get so embarrassed when these things happen, like I'm not right there in your head."
"Will you be, though?" Minerva asked quietly.
A great wave of love overtook her and she closed her eyes while her body tried to deal with it.
"I am always right here, Min," Hermione whispered. "Mo ghaol."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm going to be so wealthy by the time this war is over." Hermione teased as she rolled them over. She kissed Minerva's neck, where the already healed scar tingled just a little and leaned up on her arms. "That," she kissed Minerva's temple. "Was," her nose. "Incredible." They kissed languidly, together this time and when Minerva dropped her head back to the bed, she did so with a sigh.
"I cannot deny it was amazing," Minerva whispered. "And I am glad you are here. Will you -" She bit her lip and looked up at her young lover. "Will you try and make sure you are always there? I feel so ungrateful to have punished you as I did in the beginning that I now, umph -"
Hermione kissed her and through their bond, Minerva huffed because it was undoubtedly to get her to stop talking.
"Yes," Hermione smiled. "I will. I swear it to you."
"Is that enough talking?"
Hermione laughed and Minerva couldn't help the smile when she did. She loved that sound and it seemed as tough they'd been so busy and so exhausted that she had barely heard it for so long.
"The war will be over and then, we will be free," Hermione promised. "Forever and ever and ever, Min."
"From your beautiful lips, sweetheart."
Hermione smiled and snuggled under her chin.
"Do you think we'll be that feral when it's time?"
"Merlin," Minerva groaned. "I have no sodding idea. Probably. Hopefully not more so, I do not want to hurt you."
"You couldn't," Hermione smiled. Minerva felt the smile on her skin as lips caressed her heartbeat.
"I very much could," Minerva muttered. "Though I acknowledge it would not be for long."
Hermione's stomach interrupted them.
"Shower then food?" Hermione asked. "No idea what the time is, or what day it is or anything else, for that matter, save I'm with you and we are at home."
"Darling, neither have I and I care even less. But yes, shower then food. No doubt Feedle will be wringing her hands when we finally emerge."
"Race you to the water?"
Minerva rolled them and kissed Hermione hard, and doing a bit of wandless magic in the process as she slid her knee between Hermione's legs.
"Last one in is a dragon dung beetle."
She laughed as Hermione made to get up and made a strangled sort of wail as she realised she'd been stuck to the bed. The laughter that followed echoed throughout the cottage until there could be other noises heard over the water.
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Feeble sighed as she looked at the food she'd made and rolled her little elf eyes.
"I's supposes it will save," she mumbled. She clicked her little claws and clipped Siff around the ear as he peered around the corner of the kitchen and down towards the bedrooms. "Go," she muttered, rubbing his head affectionately, where she'd redirected his attention. He popped away and she shook her head again.
Wizarding peoples were more than she could understand.