Fic: Patience, Granger (Blaise/Hermione)
May. 10th, 2016 10:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lightofdayeTitle: Patience, Granger
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Blaise/Hermione
Word Count: 388
Content: 8th year (I guess), partially clothed sex, clothed/unclothed, desk sex. rear-pentration.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Blaise will not be hurried.
A/n: Written for Day 5's prompts of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_may_madness: 'Kiss', 'Kink: partially clothed' and (technically) Blaise/Ginny, it was going to be Blaise/Ginny until I hit the word 'mortifying' and figured that was more Hermione's vocabulary.
Hogwarts are night was not nearly so full of people during the day but it was far from empty. Anyone might pass by this classroom and catch them in that act; prefects, teachers, Peeves, none of the possibilities were any less than mortifying to Hermione.
And yet he still would not show any kind of haste whatsoever. It was maddening. Almost as maddening as the perfunctory nature of his kisses. Nearly as maddening as the way his fingers undid the fastenings of her clothes while he remained almost entirely fully clothed. As maddening as the contemplative look Blaise ran over her body, his dark eyes flashing with what she only thought was approval.
She didn’t know. She should hate not knowing but Herminoe’s heart was racing instead.
“Turn around,” Blaise said softly.
“I’m not...” Hermione objected.
“It’ll be worth it.” Blaise’s voice, while still low cut, through her own.
Hermione pivot through one hundred and eighty degrees. Blaise’s long fingered hands came into play, sliding between the unbuttoned plackets her blouse, to run over her stomach and up to come her breasts. Dark skin contrasting against her pale flesh, he gave her breasts a squeeze before he pinched at the collar and slowly, ever so slowly pulled the blouse down her back.
“Delightful,” Blaise said, presumably looking at her bared back. From him it was a sonnet.
He touched her back, a single thick digit, a thumb Hermione deduced, ran up the length of her spine and her flesh tingled at its passing. His hand came to a rest on her shoulder and urged her downwards. Bending her down over the desk she’d perched on when he’d undressed her.
There was the sound of a zip, it was loudest thing in the room.
The desk was cool against her bare breasts, the air cooler against her fanny when Blaise pushed up her skirt and tugged down her knickers.
But his hand on her bum was warm and the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance even moreso.
Hermione groaned. Her hands gripping tight around the far edge of the desk. Even here blaise’s base was measured, slow, maddening, as he rocked back and forth, giving her the barest fraction of an inch of his cock with each thrust.
But at least they were getting somewhere, she thought.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Blaise/Hermione
Word Count: 388
Content: 8th year (I guess), partially clothed sex, clothed/unclothed, desk sex. rear-pentration.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Blaise will not be hurried.
A/n: Written for Day 5's prompts of
hp_may_madness: 'Kiss', 'Kink: partially clothed' and (technically) Blaise/Ginny, it was going to be Blaise/Ginny until I hit the word 'mortifying' and figured that was more Hermione's vocabulary.Hogwarts are night was not nearly so full of people during the day but it was far from empty. Anyone might pass by this classroom and catch them in that act; prefects, teachers, Peeves, none of the possibilities were any less than mortifying to Hermione.
And yet he still would not show any kind of haste whatsoever. It was maddening. Almost as maddening as the perfunctory nature of his kisses. Nearly as maddening as the way his fingers undid the fastenings of her clothes while he remained almost entirely fully clothed. As maddening as the contemplative look Blaise ran over her body, his dark eyes flashing with what she only thought was approval.
She didn’t know. She should hate not knowing but Herminoe’s heart was racing instead.
“Turn around,” Blaise said softly.
“I’m not...” Hermione objected.
“It’ll be worth it.” Blaise’s voice, while still low cut, through her own.
Hermione pivot through one hundred and eighty degrees. Blaise’s long fingered hands came into play, sliding between the unbuttoned plackets her blouse, to run over her stomach and up to come her breasts. Dark skin contrasting against her pale flesh, he gave her breasts a squeeze before he pinched at the collar and slowly, ever so slowly pulled the blouse down her back.
“Delightful,” Blaise said, presumably looking at her bared back. From him it was a sonnet.
He touched her back, a single thick digit, a thumb Hermione deduced, ran up the length of her spine and her flesh tingled at its passing. His hand came to a rest on her shoulder and urged her downwards. Bending her down over the desk she’d perched on when he’d undressed her.
There was the sound of a zip, it was loudest thing in the room.
The desk was cool against her bare breasts, the air cooler against her fanny when Blaise pushed up her skirt and tugged down her knickers.
But his hand on her bum was warm and the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance even moreso.
Hermione groaned. Her hands gripping tight around the far edge of the desk. Even here blaise’s base was measured, slow, maddening, as he rocked back and forth, giving her the barest fraction of an inch of his cock with each thrust.
But at least they were getting somewhere, she thought.
