July at Shell Cottage

Chapter 6

"Gabrielle, you have to focus," Hermione scolded. "We're not getting anything done."

Gabrielle sighed and drew her red lollypop out of her mouth slowly. "Why eez eet overcast today?" she asked dreamily. She tapped her bottom lip with the hard, sticky candy. Hermione watched as the thin, red skin pulled away slowly from the treat. She felt a quiver in her thighs but decided to ignore it.

"I don't know. Now can you please identify what's in this vial without tasting or smelling it?" Hermione asked, extending a small vial of transparent liquid sealed with a wooden cork.

Gabrielle sighed again, took the vial between her slender, delicate fingers, and squinted through the potion. "Water," she decided, handing it back. She slid her lollypop up and down the length of her tongue, and then took it out of her mouth.

"No. Look closely," Hermione said, getting agitated.

Gabrielle turned to her and smiled, bottom lip held between her teeth. Her eyes were sparkling. "'old still," she said. She brought the lollypop to Hermione's mouth, dragging the sticky sweet over her lips.

Hermione pulled away. "We have to focus," she decided, though with less gusto. She licked the candy off her lips, savoring the sugary taste. "You didn't examine the vial closely enough—"

"You missed a spot," Gabrielle said softly, leaning in toward Hermione. She kissed her quickly, licking the last remains of the sticky red candy off Hermione's lips.

Hermione pulled away. "There are little specks swirling in the—" Gabrielle's lips pressed against hers again, and she didn't try to pull away this time. Hermione fingers ran through Gabrielle's silken hair, pulling closer the taste of the lollypop on the girl's tongue.

Gabrielle drew herself back after a minute, and Hermione knew not to continue her lesson. Gabrielle used the lollypop to trace a line down the corner of Hermione's mouth, over her jaw line, over her earlobe and down her neck onto her collarbone. Then she licked it off slowly, following the line, taking time to suck on Hermione's earlobe and collarbone. Hermione moaned as the sensitive skin was sucked into Gabrielle's warm mouth, and she slipped the straps of her simple dress off her shoulders, pulling it off her breasts, which craved the attention of Gabrielle's tongue. She leaned back on her elbows, tossing her hair behind her, waiting for whatever Gabrielle would do next.

Gabrielle used the lollypop like a paintbrush, stroking down Hermione's breastbone and spiraling over each of her breasts, rubbing each nipple with the bright red sweet. Hermione moaned as Gabrielle's mouth began tracing the patterns she had drawn. Her tongue lapped at each nipple until it stiffened.

Gabrielle reached down with the candy and began rubbing it in simple lines over Hermione's inner thighs, which Hermione opened instantly. She knew she was getting wet from this; the candy felt sticky and hard, and she loved the feel of Gabrielle's tongue sliding over her body. Gabrielle lowered herself down and began licking Hermione's smooth thighs, her tongue running over the sensitive skin hotly. She rubbed the lollypop up and down her slit through her panties, and then licked the fabric. Hermione longed for the thin layer separating the two of them to vanish.

Gabrielle removed Hermione's panties quickly and used the lollypop to draw two long arrows up her thighs pointing to the place where they joined. She licked her off slowly, making Hermione moan.

Hermione was getting hot and desperate. She needed release, and she could tell Gabrielle was teasing her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Gabrielle tapped Hermione's clit very lightly with the head of the lollypop three times, and then licked it off. She licked Hermione's inner lips and swirled the candy over her clit gently. Hermione moaned loudly, not caring if someone would hear. She was getting so fucking close to her orgasm, and Gabrielle seemed to be keeping her on edge. Slowly, and without any skin-to-skin contact, Gabrielle slid the lollypop inside Hermione and twirled it. Hermione was tingling, aching for the orgasm that seemed just to be on the edge.

Gabrielle used an index finger to rub Hermione's clit in three circles, taking her just to the brink of orgasm and then tearing it away. Hermione groaned softly, frustrated, holding her sticky breast gently with one hand.

Gabrielle twisted the lollypop inside Hermione once more, coating it in her juices. She then withdrew it, leaving Hermione feeling a bit empty. Gabrielle raised the lollypop to Hermione's lips. "Open your mouth," she whispered.

Hermione was a bit shocked. She never had any interest in knowing what she tasted like, but in that moment she barely hesitated. She sucked in on the candy, tasting the sugar and artificial flavor in it, and just then Gabrielle's tongue swirled over her clit, and she came with dizzying force. She screamed, arching her back off the sand, and then collapsed, completely spent.

Gabrielle lay down on her back next to her, resting her cheek on her arms, which where folded in front of her. She had a coy look in her eye, though otherwise her face didn't hold much expression.

Hermione tucked some silvery hair behind the girl's ear. The warm way she felt toward Gabrielle didn't seem wrong to her anymore. She was so beautiful and fluid, like a ribbon blowing in the wind, and she could show a different side of herself in a fraction of a second. Hermione kissed her slowly on the lips, and then moved her mouth over to the girl's shoulder. She nudged her over onto her back and buried her mouth in her neck, tasting a hint of sweet French perfume there. Her hands busied themselves with undoing Gabrielle's clothes, separating the layers to get at her sweet-smelling skin. The air around them was humid and warm and Gabrielle's skin had a salty edge to it.

Hermione wondered what she was doing and why it felt so right. Why was Gabrielle's scent so fucking addicting that she kept trying to pick apart the different undertones?

Hermione had expected Gabrielle to wear fancy French lingerie, but was surprised to find that the girl actually wore no underwear. Hermione's lowered herself down to between Gabrielle's legs, panting slightly.

Gabrielle had a patch of soft, translucent white-blonde hair above her soft, white lips. Hermione could see the tiniest bit of moisture gathering at her slit. She lowered her tongue down, trying to think about some sort of technique to employ or strategy to use, but before she could clear her head her tongue was submerged in something very wet and warm and soft. It tasted like warm water, through with a musky aftertaste. The scent was heady and intense but somehow not unpleasant. The tip of her tongue found Gabrielle's clit rather easily, and the girl jerked every time she poked at it.

She wasn't quite sure what s he was doing; she tried to alternate between licking her clit and licking her lips, until she found a spot just above Gabrielle's clit that, when rubbed gently and in a circular motion, made her moan.

Hermione felt it when Gabrielle was about to come; her whole body tensed and she fell silent, her head arching back into the sand. She trembled and suddenly went limp, and though there were no fireworks as there had been with Charlie, Hermione could see the magical, glazed look in her eye.

Surprisingly, they were actually able to get some work done with potions that afternoon. When they returned to Shell Cottage, Hermione showered and collapsed on her bed. She heard when Bill got home from work. The sun began slanting in through her window in wide, gold ribbons, a precursor to its setting. She felt warm and comfortable, though she tried not to think too much about her afternoon; she did not regret anything, but it still was a bit too strange to process.

She had left the door ajar, reading a book in the tranquility, when suddenly she heard a loud thump as something hit the wall next to hers, the bathroom wall, or, more specifically, the shower wall. She listened as the man and woman occupying the shower together cursed and moaned, throwing themselves forcefully against the wall now and again. Hermione wondered whether it was Bill and Fleur or Charlie and Gabrielle, or perhaps Charlie and Fleur or Bill and Gabrielle. As she imagined the different possibilities, she found her hand gently running over the space between her legs through her sweatpants. And then suddenly her thoughts were interrupted.

"You like listening to my brother and his wife fuck?" Charlie asked, smiling playfully. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorpost. Then he took several steps toward Hermione, who was blushing deeply.

"No. Of course not." She flipped a page in her book angrily.

"Yeah, you do," Charlie countered. He sat next to her on her bed and raked his teeth over her earlobe. Hermione wanted to pull away from him yet somehow found herself not doing so. "They do it in the shower all the time. You want to be fucked up against a wall, Hermione?" Charlie growled into her ear. "We can do that."

Hermione's blush was spreading to her chest, and though she was a bit embarrassed, Charlie's words were still pulling her in. His breath was hot and ragged in her ear.

"We can do whatever you want … wherever you want." He paused for a beat. "Hermione, I want to make love to you."

Then do it.

"I don't think I can," Hermione said, her words betraying her body. Charlie's body felt hard and warm up against hers, but reason reminded her of what it would truly mean to have sex.

Charlie kissed her neck slowly, rolling his warm tongue over her skin. She wanted it. Had that moment been stretched and preserved, she would have had sex right then and there. But logic caught up with her.

"I'm sorry…"

Charlie chuckled into her neck. His stubble felt rough against her skin. "What are you apologizing for?" He kissed her neck and sucked hard on the skin. It occurred to Hermione that the suction would leave a mark, but it was a bruise she almost craved, like a badge. She held him close as he buried himself in her skin. Her arms barely wrapped around his broad frame.

Hermione lay back against the bed as Charlie switched his attention down her jaw and onto her lips. She loved his kisses; they always felt so smooth and soft, and she loved the feel of his facial stubble. He smelled like fresh laundry and soap. She felt safe and tiny underneath his body on the comfortable bed in the salty evening air.

Charlie rolled them to the side, his arm around Hermione's waist, their legs intertwined. Hermione fell asleep quickly listening to the rustle of the ocean and relishing in the feel of Charlie's body next to hers.