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There truly were no obstacles they couldn't overcome. Even the harsh distance between London and Buenos Aires — between him and her — was but a smudged line burning in the green flames of the Floo.
"That's it. Touch yourself for me."
Severus's deep, silky voice paired with the crackling of the firewood sent Hermione's thoughts into a dazed lull. How was her brain still functioning? Her fingers continued rubbing and massaging her swollen clit...how, exactly?
Hermione plunged two fingers inside herself and moaned, spreading her legs wider, hearing his hoarse groan through the fire. She smiled.
Ah, yes. For him.