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“I can’t believe your Mum conspired with Ron to put that mistletoe up!” Making her way back from the bathroom, Hermione stepped into Charlie's bedroom and closed the door behind her.
“Really?” Charlie waved his wand at the door, magically locking it before turning around to offer her a skeptical smile. “I mean, everyone else has tried to get us together this holiday season, so it makes sense that they would have a go, too.”
Standing self-consciously in the middle of the small but cosy room, Hermione laughed. “I suppose you're right,” she conceded.
“But never mind everybody else.” Charlie's usually soft brown eyes darkened, causing her heart to skip a beat, and the already agitated butterflies in her stomach to leap into full, vibrantly-fluttering life. “I'm only interested in you. Do you feel better now that you know the Wishing Tree isn't influencing our feelings?”
Licking her lips, Hermione nodded. “Much. Despite the … surprises … we had earlier, I'm glad we went back to the shop to sort everything out,” she admitted.
“Good.” Charlie moved further into her personal space and his intoxicating scent washed over her, exciting her and comforting her in equal measures. “You’re giving me that look again. The one that says you want me to kiss you,” he breathed as he gently cupped her cheek in his large, work-calloused hand.
“Am I?” Heart racing, she offered him a shy smile.
“Mmhmm,” he confirmed, stepping closer still.
Hermione blinked, shivering as she looped her arms around his neck. “Do you want me to kiss you again? Here? Where there's nobody around to interrupt us?” he asked.
Nodding slowly, she sucked in an unsteady breath. The sudden depth of his voice and the way he'd practically growled his last words caused a sharp tug of longing to unfurl deep down inside her, and she whimpered as her knees threatened to give way and deposit her in an undignified heap on the floor.
In an instant, Charlie's strong arms surrounded her, and a split-second later, his lips crashed down on hers.
She hummed her approval, leaning into his embrace and delighting in the intensity of his desire. Melting against him, she kissed him back, threading her fingers through the sumptuous strands of his hair as she lifted her chin, hoping to encourage him further.
Responding to her unspoken invite, he worked his knee between her legs, widening her stance until he could nudge his thigh up against her core. “Gods … Yes!” she moaned, her breath hissing between her teeth as she rocked forward, increasing the pressure for one long, glorious moment.
“I love the way you respond to me. The way you tell me what you like.” Charlie's deep voice rumbled, vibrating deliciously through Hermione’s entire body, and she closed her eyes, savouring the unexpected demeanor change that came over him whenever they were alone.
“I'll … try to remember tha-” she fell silent as he angled her head back, deepening their kiss until she lost track of where she ended and he began.
His tongue slid against hers, the metal ball of his piercing dragging slowly sideways, sending a string of thrilling shocks straight to her already throbbing core, and she let out a soft whimper as she tugged his shirt out of his loosely belted jeans.
Charlie tensed his stomach muscles to help her, and encouraged by his response, she dove her hands underneath the soft material, splaying her fingers out across his deliciously rippling back.
“That's it, baby. Show me what you want.” Moaning his appreciation, Charlie walked her backwards until the back of her legs bumped softly against his bed. “Also, tell me if this is too much,” he whispered as she sank down, shuffling backwards while he moved into position above her.
"It's not too much,” she confirmed, mesmerised by the way his auburn hair tumbled forward, falling across his forehead in endearingly messy waves “Nor is it too soon. I want you, Charlie. I want all of you. Tonight,” she continued, closing her eyes as he dropped his forehead down to rest against hers. “If that's also what you want, of course-”
“It is," he confirmed, and abandoning any last semblance of restraint, Hermione arched up against him, offering herself to him fully. “I want every … last … beautiful … inch of you,” he confirmed, punctuating each word with a soft kiss. “Tonight, and every night that comes after it, as well.”
“I've daydreamed about this for so long. Tell me this is real. That this is really happening,” she pleaded, biting her lip as she reached up to begin undoing the buttons on his shirt.
“I promise it's real. All of this is real,” Charlie confirmed, bracing himself on his elbow and freeing her lip with the pad of his thumb. “You bite your lip whenever you concentrate on something,” he murmured, gently rubbing away the indentations her teeth had left behind. “And you have no idea what it does to me. What it's always done to me.”
“Tell me. What does it do to you?” Hermione breathed, her heart racing as he pressed the tip of his thumb into her mouth.
“It makes me want to bite it myself. To lick it. To kiss it. Like I want to kiss every other part of you. Oh … fuck!” he swore, his body tensing as she sucked his thumb deeper into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip.
Hermione gasped, his look of pure, unfiltered rapture spurring her on. Reaching down, she undid the last few buttons of his shirt, letting it fall open and reveal a hint of the tattoos she'd been so smitten with over the summer.
“May I?” he asked, gesturing to her pyjama top. She nodded, releasing his thumb so that he could bunch the material in his hands and draw it up over her head. “Sweet, Merlin,” he breathed, his eyes settling on her bare breasts. “How are you so … perfect?” Shrugging his shirt off, he lowered himself back down to kiss her.
Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him closer, eager to feel the weight of his body pressing down on hers. He obliged, dropping lower, and kissing a scorching trail down her chin and neck before trailing his lips slowly down her body, leaving behind a trail of tingling, shivering skin.
Reaching the soft swell of her breast, he paused, and she held her breath as he gazed down at her insistently throbbing nipples. “Exquisite,” he murmured, running his thumbs over them both before dipping his head and sucking first one, then the other into his mouth.
“Oh!” Hermione almost shrieked, remembering where she was and dropping her voice to a hushed whisper at the last possible moment.
Charlie chuckled. Without pulling away, he picked up his wand and waved it in a circle above them. “Silencio. Now you don't need to hold back,” he whispered before gently tapping his piercing against her already sensitised skin.
His easy competence caused Hermione's insides to clench, and she gasped as he rolled her other nipple between his finger and thumb. “You like that?” he asked, his breath ghosting across her heated skin.
“Yes!” she groaned, and unable to help herself, she closed her eyes, tipping her head back in helpless surrender.
All too soon, though, Charlie pulled away, and Hermione attempted to catch her breath as he stood up, undid his belt, and let his jeans fall down to his ankles. “Yes or no?” he asked, toeing them off before pausing with his fingers on the waistband of his boxer shorts.
"Yes.” She nodded, pushing down her pyjama bottoms while staring at the myriad of tattoos that adorned his chest and upper arms. Dragons, wyverns, a broomstick and a golden snitch, a Gryffindor lion, and a whole constellation of stars all vied for her attention, and she held her breath, mesmerised as he slid his boxer shorts down, allowing his impressive-looking cock to bob free.
“Stop biting that Merlin-damned lip,” he growled, kicking his underwear towards the haphazard pile of clothes already scattered across the floor.
Testing his resolve, Hermione smiled, only doing as he asked once he’d settled into position above her on the bed. “Or what?” she whispered, loving the way his eyes flashed as he leaned down to nip her with his teeth just like he'd promised to do earlier.
Grateful for the silencing spell he'd cast, Hermione moaned, his playful bite causing a fresh rush of arousal to soak her already slick core. Lifting her hips in invitation, she bunched the bedsheets in her hands, twisting them between her fingers as his cock settled against her hip.
“Sweet Circe,” Charlie breathed, sliding his hand down her body and stroking a finger through her quivering folds. She squirmed against him, crying out as he dove his finger inside her, exploring her with soft, unhurried strokes before adding a second finger, massaging her insides while his thumb rocked against her sharply throbbing clit.
“Charlie!” she cried, closing her eyes, jerking her hips and thrashing her head to the side. “I'm gonna c-”
“Not yet,” he replied, pulling back and causing her walls to clench in protest. “But soon. I want to be inside you the first time I make you come. And I want you to do something for me. I want you to look at me as you fall over the edge. Can you do that for me, baby?”
Still breathing hard, Hermione shifted position in an attempt to relieve the almost painful pulsing of her clit. “Yes!” she nodded, squirming in another desperate plea for attention.
“Good girl.” Charlie brushed his hand against her and she rocked into his touch, savouring the brief moment of relief. “Show me what you want. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you. Inside me. Right now,” she panted, ignoring the heat that flooded into her cheeks as she spoke.
Nodding his head, Charlie picked up his wand and cast a contraceptive spell over her lower belly. “Thank you,” she whispered, holding her breath as he moved into position above her.
Her body tingled with anticipation, and she lifted her hips, her head falling back against the pillow as he brushed himself tantalisingly against her.
“Eyes on me,” he murmured, and she did as he asked, the affection on his face captivating her while the blunt tip of his cock slowly breached her entrance. “Stay with me, beautiful,” he commanded as the delicious sensation of being filled overwhelmed her and, despite her best efforts, her eyes rolled back in her head.
Eager to obey, she snapped her attention back to him. “Now do you see?” he asked, pausing before gently pressing forward again. “Now do you understand the depth of my feelings for you?”
Almost overcome with emotion, Hermione nodded. “Yes,” she breathed, a tear slipping out of the corner of her eye. “I see everything now.”
“Good.” Breaking his self-imposed rule, Charlie dipped his head, groaning as the very last inch of him slid inside her. “Alright?” he asked, pressing his lips against her collarbone. She nodded, whimpering as he began to move, slowly at first, then faster, gradually picking up the pace while she lifted her legs, wrapped them around him, and used the leverage to pull him more firmly against her.
“You don’t need to hold back,” she whispered, and he obliged, burying his head in her shoulder before plunging recklessly into her. She cried out, the sudden sensation causing her tightly wound insides to clench in anticipation of release.
“Too much?” he asked, pausing with his cock deeply seated inside her.
“No! Give me everything!” she pleaded, and he gasped before unleashing himself fully. Gripping her tightly, he snapped his hips, making her cry out as her core fluttered uncontrollably and she fell headlong into a climax that was as sweet as it was dramatic.
Her belly clenched, releasing wave after wave of white hot pleasure which coursed through her veins like lava. Her body convulsed, her fingers twisting the bed sheets while her toes dug deep divots into the mattress. Overcome with giddiness, she flung her arms around Charlie, using him as an anchor, her only lifeline in the throes of the storm he had created and then so ruthlessly unleashed inside her.
Moaning loudly, he followed her over the edge, his entire body twitching before stilling completely, his body weight lowering until he surrounded her totally, stifling her movements and chasing all remaining thoughts out of her already overstimulated brain.
As Hermione’s monumental orgasm gradually began to subside, she lay still, her body relaxing as a series of gentle aftershocks lulled her into a state of dazed contentment.
It was difficult to breathe with Charlie lying so squarely on top of her, though, so eventually, she patted him on the shoulder, inhaling deeply as he lifted himself up on his elbows and smiled softly down at her. “Sorry,” he whispered. “Are you … Was that …”
“That was … wonderful.” She smiled as he opened his mouth, paused, and then closed it again.
“I'm speechless right now,” he admitted as he gently extracted himself and settled down beside her “That was incredible! You are incredible,” he clarified, pulling her snugly against him as the downstairs clock chimed midnight. “Oh, listen to that. It seems to be Christmas day.” He smiled as he stroked her hair back from her face.
“So it is.” She turned over, nestling sleepily against his shoulder.
“Our first Christmas together. The first of many,” he promised.
Hermione smiled. “I'm looking forward to it,” she replied.
“So am I,” he whispered as her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.