springsmutfairy (springsmutfairy) wrote in hp_springsmut, @ 2009-03-13 16:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, hermione/kingsley, het |
Happy Springsmut, inell!
Author: wickedswanz
Recipient: inell
Title: His Sweet Angel
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Hermione/Kingsley
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Hermione takes a chance to spend one night with the man she loves. But will the man of her dreams be content with only a single night? Will she?
Warnings: Sex, language, fluff.
Word Count:7600
Author's Notes: This was surprisingly difficult to write but fun all the same
Pure white feathers made her wings flutter and the simple white slip dress, sheer stockings and dusty-pink garter-belt made the costume complete. Dipping low and cutting high, the dress revealed a great deal of creamy breast and toned thigh. It was more revealing then a woman such as her would usually feel comfortable, but tonight she would make an exception.
Hermione sauntered slowly through the huge Ballroom. Candles danced and circled above to the deep pumping rhythm of the music and she felt her hips swaying sensually along with the shifting shadows around the walls.
The Malfoy Charity Ball for Out of Work Werewolves was in full swing and she had to smile at the irony of a Malfoy hosting it. But after the war, and with Harry’s testimony keeping them out of Azkaban, the family had worked hard to make amends to all those they had hurt.
Looking around she was impressed by how many creative costumes the guests had chosen. From where she stood she could see pirates and fairies, Muggle gangsters and trolls. They danced and moved together, talking and laughing. Somewhere she could smell the delicious aromas of the banquet tables that lined the walls, charmed to waft and tease the senses wherever one was in the room. But tonight wasn’t about food or socialising. Tonight was about herself. For the first time in her life, Hermione was going to be reckless for no reason, other then her own enjoyment, she was going to take something that she wanted and to hell with the consequences.
Three long flutes of bubbly champagne had danced away the last of her doubts. Hermione's head spun a little, but her whole body tingled under the gazes of several admiring men. She smiled seductively, safe behind the delicate mask that covered half her face, showing only her full red lips and softly curved jaw.
Tonight was the night. Tonight was her night.
She had been lusting after a certain tall black Auror now for seven years and tonight it would end. Hermione Granger was wasting her life mooning after a man who was never going to see her as anything more then a co-worker and a sweet girl. So tonight she had decided to bring the situation to a head. Safe behind her white mask and alluring costume she intended to seduce the tall demon and get him out of her system once and for all.
But what if he didn’t take the bait? What if he recognized her?
Another long swallow from the slender glass flute caressed the last of her doubts from her head. It was like Ginny said; she had worked hard and tirelessly during the war and after. Surely she deserved one night. One night to have fun, one night to be reckless, one night to try for something she wanted just for her. One night then she would get back to her structured, well organized life.
She walked with slow deliberate steps through the crowd. By the open hunger in the eyes of the men she passed and the ire from the women, Hermione knew that she had picked right. Sinful Angel, was what the costume was called. And tonight that was exactly what she wanted to be, a sinful angel; his sinful angel.
A coy smile curled her lips when he came into sight through the crowd.
Kingsley Shacklebolt. It made no sense and that was the most infuriating part. Sure they worked together on occasion, had even had lunch together, and often chatted at Order meetings and other gatherings… But he was an Auror, and adventurer, a man of strength and darkness like she had never seen but what was she? A pencil pusher, a desk jockey, a straight laced know-it-all. She should be lusting after a tall intelligent writer or a librarian. She would get along well with a librarian.
She was breathless. Her mouth went dry and her heart was pounding so hard that she was sure he would be able to hear it across the room.
Kingsley had come as a wicked pirate. A red patterned bandana was tied around his bald head and his loose white shirt, britches and wide red-brown sash made the costume real, damn he could have easily passed for the Devil himself. Hermione had lost count of how many times she’d imagined gripping onto those muscular arms. He was edible, he was hot. Dear sweet Merlin, he was quite simply the sexiest man she had ever met.
At the thought of what she had planned for tonight she felt heat filling her body anew as it had so many nights as she lay alone in her bed.
Drawing closer, Hermione stopped dead. She gritted her teeth and silently cursed. Kingsley bowed, his gaze devious as he grinned at the busty librarian at his side. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, a quill behind her ear and her crisp white blouse unbuttoned scandalously low.
Bitch! Hermione hissed, glaring daggers at the two, flirting and laughing in a manner much too intimate for her linking. She wore her hair in that loose bun, holding a spare quill behind her ear at work all the time, and Kingsley never even noticed her. But this cheap floozy practically jams her cleavage in his face and he can’t get enough!
A sly smile spread over Hermione’s face as she slowly approached. Wasn’t that the whole point of this evening? Kingsley didn’t want a dull librarian, he wanted an angel, a sinful angel to be exact and as she drew closer and stopped just a short distance away, just enough to gain his attention, she knew that she was right.
Mid-sentence, he suddenly looked in her direction. Their eyes locked and the Ball melted away. Sparks flew, hot and ecstatic and for one terrifying moment Hermione thought that her legs might give out from under her as his heated gaze held hers.
A slow, seductive smile curled his full lips and she felt her body shiver and fill with heat as his eyes roved appreciatively down the curves of her body, pausing at the spot where her stocking dipped just under the hem of her dress from where it was clamped in the garter clip.
For a moment she was almost afraid of the dark, predatory glint in his eyes, but only a moment. Another part of her mind reminded her that this is why she had come. This man, this feeling. Goosebumps broke out on her exposed flesh and another stream of quivers danced down her spine. Now or never… Now or never… Kingsley licked his lips as his gaze swept upwards again to her face. Oh god.
Despite her thumping heartbeat and nervous shiverings, Hermione flicked her own pink tongue out to dampen her quickly drying lips then parted them just enough to show him the hot wetness within before giving him an equally seductive smile.
The bimbo at his side huffed, pouting prettily. But Hermione knew that Kingsley had all but forgotten the librarian; like that was a shock. For the first time he was looking at her. The way she had dreamed he would.
She took her time, letting him feel her gaze as it slowly descended over his tall, muscular body, pausing at the juncture of his strong thighs then slowly gliding back up. Raising a single eyebrow she offered her silent invitation.
You want me? Come and get me.
It took everything she had to turn her back on him, what with that tramp waiting in the wings, but she managed it all the same. She walked away, letting her hips swing and knowing that his dark gaze was on her back. But her heart was thumping so hard that she was worried it might escape and her anxiety rose with each passing second. Was he following? Did he want to?
But all at once he was in front of her and she found herself face to face with a wall of wide, muscular chest. She swallowed hard as she looked up into his devilishly handsome face and a slow all too sexy smile curled his full lips.
“Going somewhere?” He drawled.
“I don’t know,” she purred, feeling her confidence rise again. “Am I?”
Kingsley couldn’t believe his luck. After a two year dry spell that he was determined to break he had finally found what he was looking for. Sure the women around him were eager and sexy in an easy access kind of way. But there was something different about this one.
A mask covered the top half of her face but it only served to make those full red lips even more enticing. Plus he, like most other men, carried that base fantasy of getting his rocks of with a faceless stranger.
To her mockingly innocent question he nodded. “Yep. But maybe you’d like to dance first.”
A pretty blush pinkened her cheeks at his obviously suggestive comment. “I would.” She held out her hand to him and he took it.
For a long time he simply looked at that delicate and very soft hand, seeming so much whiter and more fragile in his larger darker one. Without thought he brought the back to his lips and pressed a lingering kiss to the silky flesh. His eyes rose to meet hers and he was struck by something in them. There was something familiar in those eyes, something that excited him more then he had been before. His heart sped up and he couldn’t resist parting his lips slightly and flicking out his tongue to taste her.
The woman gasped and Kingsley grinned against her hand as her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed again. Curious. She had obviously dressed with the intention of committing several carnal sins tonight, and yet she still blushed and was so responsive to even the slightest touch.
Deciding to think about it later, when his head was on straighter, he led her easily onto the dance floor and pulled her into his arms.
“What’s your name?” he murmured into her ear.
“I can’t tell you that.” Her voice was so soft that he had to strain to hear.
“Why?”
“Because I just can’t. Why is it so important?”
“That’s a silly question.” He guided her in a quick, intricately stepped turn that drew a light applause from two of the couples nearby.
“Not so silly. We’re just dancing.” She responded smiling up at him and there was no mistaking the mischief in her expression. “Do you have something against two strangers enjoying each other?”
“None whatsoever.” He replied. Oh hell yeah, he planned to enjoy her a great deal. “I’d still like something that I can call you.”
“Why?”
“Because I plan on saying it a lot over then next few hours.”
“Hours.” She arched an eyebrow. “Awfully sure of ourselves tonight, aren’t we?”
“Awfully,” he responded with a grin.
Kingsley had always enjoyed banter and only one witch had ever been argumentative enough to keep up with him. But he was pretty damn sure that this woman wasn’t her. She had never even thrown him as much as a sideways glance in any way that wasn’t professional or purely friendly.
“I believe that I will call you Angel.” He pulled her a little closer.
“How creative.” She teased. “Are you always such a free thinker?”
“Sometimes I even amaze myself.” He threw back and spun her again. “Would you like to know my name?”
“Only if you plan to make me scream it.” The Angel’s hand immediately slapped over mouth and she backed away, wide eyed. “Oh my god! I can’t believe I just said that.”
He barely had time to reach for her or open his mouth to speak before she had turned on her heel and was gone. Without thought he took chase. The white feathers were his only guide as he closed in but just as he was about to grab her again she slipped between the redheaded twins and disappeared out the door.
“Hey Shacklebolt, did you catch the bird –“
“-in the white?” Fred and George asked as Kingsley pushed past them.
“About to,” he grunted and shoved open the door to follow her out.
She was gone. Looking around he realized that she must have either taken off on her broom or Disapparated. A single white feather floated gently in the air.
Hermione sat in her office glaring at the stack of paperwork that seemed to have grown a full foot higher in the last hour. When she’d taken on the job as assistant to the Minister and adviser on Minority affairs she honestly believed that she would be doing something worthwhile. The young woman had envisioned huddled masses of werewolves and Muggleborns crying out for equal rights and equality in the justice system; instead she found herself buried in forms, official letters and complaints.
“I swear that these people have it better now then Remus ever did and yet they complain non-stop.” She muttered and flicked a stray curl from her face.
“You wouldn’t be complaining about the complaining, would you, Miss Granger?” Kingsley’s amused voice sounded from the door.
“Yes I do see the irony.” She returned tersely and swallowed hard before looking up at him. “Did you need something, Mr Shacklebolt?”
He sauntered into her pathetically small office and it immediately seemed smaller. She had to tip her head back to keep eye contact.
You will NOT ogle his immaculate white robes or the way they stretch across that huge chest.
“No nothing important.” He looked around the small room, taking in the wide bookshelf behind her and the huge stack of paperwork. “Hermione, why don’t you have an assistant to do this paperwork, or at least some?”
“What?” Scandalized she plucked her quill from behind her ear and pointed it at him. “Are you kidding me? People’s lives are within this paperwork, their futures, their aspirations, their…”
“Complaints?” Kingsley picked up one and read it out.
Dear Miss Granger,
I found the taste of the Wolfsbane I was prescribed quite distasteful. I understand that I need to drink this once a month in order to stay in control when I turn, but isn’t there something I can do to make the experience more enjoyable? Maybe a few drops of vanilla essence would help.
…
At his raised brow Hermione huffed and snatched back the letter. “Complaints are just as important as any other concern.” She filed it back with the pile. “Besides this is my job, if you don’t think it worthwhile then fire me already.”
Laughing he held up his hands in surrender. “I give and don’t you dare leave.” He headed for the exit. “You’re the only sane one here.” Then as an after thought. “Oh and there’s a meeting in ten.”
She watched his back till he turned the corner and was gone. The only sane one, oh yeah that was her alright. Sane, straight-laced, dependable… Glaring at the pile of complaints she gritted her teeth and grabbed for one of the request forms in her desk draw. Every one else had an assistant to boss around and throw their dirty work at, why not her?
Back behind his desk, Kinsley felt his frustration seeping back in. Standing he turned to the window and glared out at the perfect winter wonderland that was so obviously mocking him. What the hell was wrong with him? She was just a bird and he’d met plenty of them last night! He looked down at the white feather still gripped in his hand. It was so fragile and tickled his palm when he stroked it with his thumb.
Well, why wasn’t the point. The point was that he was losing his mind. Who the hell was she? Where did she go? How did one put out a search for a woman who had worn an angel costume once? He could just imagine the paperwork involved. Thinking of paperwork, Miss Granger should have been here by now.
Just as he was about to send her a ‘get a move on’ message his door cracked open.
“Where is everyone?” Hermione entered and frowned looking around at the empty room. “You said there was a meeting.”
“Yes and this is it, Miss Granger.”
“But…” She took a long claming breath and sat down. Kingsley was sure that he could see her mentally counting down from ten. “What did you want to talk about, Mr Shacklebolt.”
“I have a meeting tonight with the new alpha of the London Werewolf pack. You know that since Fenrir was brought down we’ve been trying to build relations again.” For a moment he thought he saw an expression of relief, but it was gone before he could analyse it.
“Oh, alright, did you want me to join you?”
“No, no nothing like that. I just didn’t want to make any mistakes at this meeting, you know how ceremonial the pack has become. I need you to give me a list of any things I should avoid saying or doing, you know what hand I’m supposed to eat with all that cra-- Stuff.” He finished with a toothy grin.
“I’ll have the list to you by midday,” she replied quietly and Kingsley couldn’t help but notice the way her shoulders slumped. Had he said something wrong? “Will there be anything else?”
“No.” He looked at her more closely, taking in the barely tamed curls piled on top of her head and those soulful brown eyes. There was something familiar about those eyes today. “I appreciate your help.”
“Any time.” She smiled and her pink lips trembled slightly before she nodded and walked out.
In the moments before she was out of sight he let his gaze drop to her practical black robes. They were cut high and dropped to just above her ankles, but a simple deep red sash showed an impressive figure beneath.
“Oh one more thing?” He called just as she was closing the door.
Poking her head back into the room she said. “Yes?”
“How did you enjoy the ball?”
“I didn’t have a date so I didn’t go.” She replied simply and was gone.
This new fact had Kingsley stunned. She was as pretty as any of the other women here, more attractive then most in fact. Well, when she wasn’t frazzled by over work or reciting laws to the other bureaucrats. His lips twitched in a wiry smile. If he’d known that she was dateless he might have asked her himself.
“Yeah and then humiliated her when I was again seduced by the angel.” He looked at the feather still in his hand and gritted his teeth. Just another reason to get this feathered hussy out of his system.
He remembered the flush that sole up her cheeks and the way her delicate hands had flowed to her mouth when she’d let that tragically corny line slip. Alright so she probably wasn’t a hussy.
Hermione silently screamed in the shelter of her office. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Of course he hadn’t been inviting her to join him, why would he?
Falling back against the door she closed her eyes and let the utter misery of her plight wash over her. She’d completely messed up at the ball. All her plans of smooth seduction and night to remember swept away with a few pathetically chosen words.
Work. She would get back to work and worry later. With two the three deep breaths she opened her door again and walked briskly down to the department of ceremonies and customs, probably wouldn’t hurt to give Remus a call as well. In fact it was odd that Kinglsey hadn’t simply called him. Shrugging she pushed open the swinging door only to be almost knocked down by three anxious looking couriers.
“We’re so sorry, Miss Granger.” The shorter blond boy said, taking her arm to steady himself as well as her. The name on his tag read, Thomas.
“We didn’t see you.” His companion added.
“We’re in a rush you see?”
“It’s quite alright, boys. But what’s the rush?”
“It’s Mr Shacklebolt’s orders, Miss.” Thomas spoke quickly as he gathered his dropped papers. “He’s been like this for days.”
“Like what? I was just speaking with him and he seemed perfectly normal to me.”
“To you maybe,” Thomas’ companion said darkly. “He’s been a right horn-tail with the rest of us. Has us working around the clock to get a list of all the guests from that stupid ball.”
“And we told him, we did, that only the names are on the list, the only way we could find out who was wearing what would be if we found everyone and asked ‘em.”
“So now he has us running all over London tracking and interrogating all the guests.”
“And all for some stupid bloody Angel that he’s got blue balls for.”
“That’s quite enough, boys.” She spoke as sternly as she could. “You have your instructions so I suggest you get on with your mission lest you stuck with it all year.”
“Yes, Miss Granger.” They mumbled together and trotted out, still mumbling and grumbling all the way down the hall.
Hermione moved quickly to the closest chair and collapsed under her suddenly jellied legs. Her stomach felt like it was full of fluttering butterflies and she felt a silly smile curling her mouth.
Kingsley was trying to find her. Maybe all was not lost after all.
The tall Auror sat heavily on the bar stool and held up a single finger to the guy behind it. With a nod the red-waistcoated man pulled a bottle from the shelf, filled a shot glass and slid it to him. Kingsley swallowed it quickly and shuddered then held out the glass for another.
Well, the night hadn’t been a complete disaster. Hermione’s notes had been a lifesaver; literally, he hated to even think what could have gone wrong. The new Alpha was a good man who honestly cared about the wolves in his pack, but there was a dangerous warning in his tone and his expression that told Kingsley that he would need to be diplomatic.
Another shot calmed his nerves and he relaxed, resting his arm on the bar. He had the rest of the night in front of him and hadn’t even thought about the cock-teasing angel once. Shit.
Someone sat on the stool next to him. The first thing he noticed about his new friend was the legs. Long and supple, one crossed perfectly over the other and adorned in a pair of pure white silk shoes. His mouth watered and a sudden awareness struck and disturbed him. With a slowly indrawn breath he let his gaze rise up over her long toned thighs, the bottom of some kind of slip blocked the view of anything more intimate by a mere inch, if that.
His mouth went dry and he thought that his pulse might actually explode when he finally looked up at the angel sitting beside him. “I’ve been looking for you.” Was all he could think to say.
“You know what they say,” she purred. “Always the place you least expect.”
“I’ll say.” His words were edged with suspicion. How did she know that he would be here?
His gaze swept over her again. A cascade of unruly curls fell over her shoulders seeming to frame both her pretty face and the tease of very tempting breasts.
“Who do you work for?” he growled.
She laughed. “I don’t work for anyone, Kingsley.”
“You know my name and you knew exactly where I’d be tonight.” He spoke flatly.
“I like you.” She replied with equal flatness. No teasing just frank honesty then she shrugged. “But if you don’t believe me you could always take me upstairs and interrogate me.”
Hermione quaked at her presumptuousness, but there was no way that she was letting this chance go by; second chances were rare enough, third – impossible. His eyes darkened and his hands flexed. She had just enough time to take a quick sharp breath when he grabbed her arm and practically dragged her into the lobby.
“What are you doing?” she hissed.
Kingsley ignored her and instead barked at the attendant. “Room. One. Key. Now.”
“Yes sir.” The little man grabbed the closest key and handed it to the dangerous looking Auror.
With a stiff nod, he pulled her briskly towards the elevators, threw her in first then stepped in behind her and slugged the button to close the doors.
“Heart of a lion that one,” she mused then looked up at the still glowering wizard. “Kingsley?” She wasn’t sure that she liked that look, and even less while in a confined space.
“Nowhere to run now, Angel.” He spoke gruffly, gripped her arms and slammed her hard against the mirrored wall.
His mouth lowered and took hers with a passionate force that left her breathless and excited in too many ways to name. Merlin, this was what she wanted. The man, the Auror, the darkness and strength that she had witnessed enough times to know he held in abundance.
Moaning she wrapped her arms around his throat and kissed him right back with the same intensity, more even. His hot mouth seared down around her jaw and travelled down her throat in wet, sucking kisses that made her pulse race and her arousal spike to critically high.
“You think that you know frustration?” she muttered, tipping her head back to give him better access to that spot… right there… “Ooh. Try years of wanting, waking in a pool of sweat after the sexiest most deviant dream you’ve ever had, and always the same person. Watching them just be the amazing brilliant person they are, but always knowing that you will never be anything more than… Ahh!” Her words were cut off sharply when his long, deft fingers dipped into her panties and parted her soaking folds.
“Fuck, witch. So wet,” he rasped.
“Not yet,” she managed to gasp and almost shuddered at his dark, dangerous growl. “I want to taste you first.”
Being in a Muggle hotel and all, he was wearing black trousers and a crisp white shirt that barely stretched over his wide chest. She almost melted at the liquid heat in his eyes as he turned them and leaned against the mirror.
His gaze moved behind her. “Oh fuck,” he moaned and when she looked back a devious grin curled her lips. The elevator was all mirrors.
“Do you like to watch, Kingsley?” She purred, not bothering to unbutton his shirt, there would be time for that later. For now she wanted only one thing.
His eyes followed her in the mirror as she slowly dropped to her knees. Noticing this she turned again and smiled into his reflected eyes, licking her lips slowly and loving the shuddering moan this elicited.
She’d dreamt of this moment so many times but never imagined how responsive he would be to her. There was something so wonderful about the fact that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. With each panting breath her confidence seemed to grow tenfold.
She ran her fingers over the hard bulge in his trousers then with tantalizing slowness unzipped them. Kingsley groaned with relief and his erection sprung free.
Hermione gasped, a deep blush staining up her cheeks. He was thick and extraordinarily long. It took her a minute to catch her breath. Looking to the side she saw him watching them both in the mirror and had to take another moment as she gazed at the erotic picture they made. Her, a masked angel on her knees before the still fully dressed Auror, his thick black cock jutting out and bobbing slightly in it’s own need to be touched.
Unable to resist another moment, Hermione reached out, wrapped her fingers around his width and squeezed just tight enough to elicit a soft cry.
“You’re going to have to take it easy on me, Angel.” He panted, licking his lips urgently. “It’s been a while.”
Something about that sent excited shivers down her spine and she leaned closer and licked her tongue firmly along the underside of his cock.
Kingsley groaned and gripped the handrails tightly. Pleased with his reaction, Hermione did it again, this time flicking the tip quickly and he shuddered and let out another deep moan. Content that she had his attention she took him in her mouth and moaned with him as she took him deep, relaxing her throat and breathing through her nose.
She loved the sounds he made and couldn’t resist her own arousal. Without losing her slow, back and forth rhythm that had him on the brink she reached down between her thighs, slid her panties to the side and gently stroked her already swollen clit. Excitement flashed through her as she stimulated both the hidden parts of her self and the, oh so very exposed, part of him.
“Fuck, angel.” He exclaimed and she flicked her gaze at the mirror to see him watching then side on. Pleasuring him, pleasuring herself. “Merlin, you’re incredible.” His voice took on an awed hush for a bare second before his eyes fluttered closed and his head fell back against the wall.
“Ooh fuck…” He moaned and his thighs began to tremble.
Oh yes
“Fuck, fuck I’m –I’m…”
She pinched and squeezed her clit between her two fingers and moaned as the first bursts of climax made her own thighs tremble.
Hermione worked faster on him, sucking him in and out of her mouth in time with her flicking stroking fingers. God she was so close.
“Ooh, angel, I’m so close.” His fingers weaved into her long curls. “Merlin, you’re going to swallow my come you beautiful whore.”
She might have been affronted if not for the fact that he gave one last guttural groan and came, hard.
Before she was ready the man wrenched her to her feet and slammed her hard against the elevator door. Hermione hadn’t come yet and her body screamed in frustration but before she could voice her objection, Kingsley’s lips muffled her and his large dark hand slid between her thighs.
It didn’t take long, three deft strokes of his two fingers either side of her clit sent her flying at terrifying speed into molten hot bliss and she sagged in his arms in exhaustion.
Kingsley couldn’t help the smug grin as he carried his newly found angel into their suite and kicked the door closed with his foot. She giggled and wound her arms around his neck. “Are you tired, Kitten?” he said gruffly and grinned widely at the way she shook her head.
Damn, how was it possible for a woman to be so hot and cute at the same time?
Lying on the bed together, they kissed easily as though they had known each other for much longer then they had. Kingsley was taken aback by how right it felt to be here with this stranger but he didn't want her to be a stranger any more. The faceless lover fantasy wasn't the reason he was so attracted to this woman and some how he knew that one night was never going to be enough.
They rolled so that she was now straddling his hips and he sat up and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her closer, if that were even possible. “Take of the mask.” It wasn't a request.
“No.”
“Why not?” He tried to ignore the feeling of her hot centre against his already heated body.
She sighed. “Why can't we just enjoy this?” She nibbled at his bottom lip in a way that was all too intoxicating. “Please, Kingsley, all I'm asking is one night.” Her tone was pleading. “Make love to me.”
And all at once it was too much. This beautiful angel was easily the most exciting woman he had ever met and he was asking questions? His angel was begging him to take her, to make love to her. He could feel her cool fingers unbuttoning his shirt, her hot little mouth that had already taken him over the edge once, nipping and kissing around his jaw.
He rolled them effortlessly, parting her thighs with his knee and positioning himself at her soaking entrance. “I'm going to find out who you are.”
“You're going to be disappointed.”
Kingsley was sure that he heard her voice catch and something shimmered in her eyes. But he was too far gone. This angelic little tease had been tormenting his dreaming and waking hours for too long and if one night was all she could offer then he would take it.
His mouth slammed onto hers in a kiss that cried out with longing and frustration, not just for her, but for a life spent alone, a life he was sure that would be doomed to loneliness because of the danger in his job. Few women understood his need to stay in his position as head Auror and none had been willing to put up with the long hours or the peril he faced day after day. Only one woman had come close, she understood his job and, in her self, the hunger and need for the good fight. But she barely even gave him a second glance.
His mouth assaulted hers ravenously as he thought of Hermione. His hand gripped at his angel and his lips kissed feverishly down her throat but as he gripped her hips and held her firmly for his first thrust it was Hermione’s face that he saw behind his closed eyes and her name silent on his lips as he slid his thick cock into her impossibly tight cunt and groaned. His angel was perfect. Her body was so soft and supple under his strong hands. She moaned and she arched her back, matching him thrust for thrust.
But even as he enjoyed this wonderful gift his mind was with another. His angel had opened up something in him; something he had shut down long ago. The need for connection was stronger now then it had ever been. The feel of a soft woman in his arms, the smell, the sound of her moans and delighted cries filled his mind and tightened around his pumping shaft. He needed this and one night wasn’t going to last him.
Again his mind shifted to Hermione and he gripped the angel tighter, pulling her up for his almost brutal thrusts. White light lit behind his eyes and he couldn't help imagining Hermione's beautiful shocked expression if he were to simply grab her the next time she entered his office. Would she be afraid? Would she be angry or disgusted? Or would she smile, slow and seductive, the way he had dreamt she would... He imagined kissing her, propping her up on the edge of his desk…
Somewhere in the distance he heard his Angel cry out as he brought her over the edge and he wasn’t far behind, coming hard with a roar.
It was a week later that Hermione was called into Kinsley's office. She had been kind of avoiding him as best she could, calling in sick the first two days then simply burying herself in work so deep that he didn't dare come looking. She had been wrong, utterly wrong. One night had not gotten him out of her system, in fact now she was hungrier for his touch and his dark, passionate gaze more then ever.
With a sigh she stood up and made her way to Kingsley's office. He had been asking for her quite a lot lately but she’d always managed to have a justifiable excuse; not today though.
She knocked at his huge brown door and jumped at his bellowed, “Enter!” The when she slipped into the office, “Oh decided to grace me with your presence at last.”
Hermione cringed back at his dark glower and her stomach fell. He knew. Why else would he be so angry with her? Inwardly she counted to ten, preparing herself for the onslaught of insults he was sure to send her way. Of course he could never feel anything for a dull, drab, pencil pusher like her. He’d made that fact very clear over the years so she was more then prepared for it.
Taking another deep breath, Hermione sat in the large black chair opposite him and gripped her hands together on her lap. “Yes Kingsley -” She had to pause to control her already shattering emotions, her eyes pricked and her bottom lip trembled. “What did you need to t-talk about?”
“As if you need to ask!” He spat jumping to his feet. “What the hell did you think you were doing? How could you?”
“Well I… I can explain…” Hermione paused to pick her words, she probably should have had some kind of excuse ready for just this situation, like the Imperious curse or some kind of freaky love spell gone wrong.
But just as her mind wrapped around a rather intricate tale involving house elves and a potion gone wrong Kingsley slapped the paperwork down in front of her and sat, still glaring. “Well I’m all ears!” These were her transfer papers.
It took her a moment to feel again and then she laughed, breathless but not quite as relieved as she should have been. “This is what you’re so mad about? Me transferring to Australia?”
“Well what the hell did you think I was so bloody pissed about!? How can you leave me?”
“Leave you!?” Hermione’s temper rose, not that she knew she wasn’t in the deep end like she thought, her self preservation kicked in. “I don’t work for you Kingsley, I’m in a completely different department, you just get a kick out of using me as your lackey assistant.”
“What?” Kingsley was on his feet again but he seemed to be fighting some internal battle to control his temper. “I didn’t know that you saw it that way, but I happen to respect your opinion and enjoy your company. I’m very sorry if that offends your delicate sensibilities.”
All at once she was on her feet as well. “Oh yes, we must respect Hermione’s delicate sensibilities, mustn’t we!” She turned on her heel and marched to the door.
“What the hell are you so angry about?”
“Forget it!” she yelled yanking open the door. “You’re no different to every other man in my life. You find me useful enough when you need help with something, when you need the human encyclopaedia, but don’t give a god damn about my wants and – needs…” Shit.
Kingsley was at the door in less then a second and had it slammed shut with his back against it in half that. Hermione watched him carefully and backed up at the slightly off kilter look in his dark eyes. He was breathing hard and it was almost impossible to keep her eyes from his wide chest and shoulders as they rose up and down. He opened his mouth then closed it again, his teeth clicking with the force of it. He opened his mouth again and Hermione thought he was actually going to say something this time. He shut it again.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “I have work to do and quite a bit of packing if I’m going to be prepared by next month, so if you don’t mind…” She signalled for him to move away from the door.
He shook his head and she frowned at the goofy smile that spread over his handsome face. “I’m afraid that I can’t do that Hermione.”
“Why not?”
His gaze drifted slowly down her simple black robes, pausing briefly on her breasts and the way the material pulled in at her waist and fell over the curve of her hips. “First I need you to tell me a little more about those needs.”
Hermione almost laughed. The man she loved had finally noticed her and all he wanted was sex. Not that she deserved much more; hadn’t it been she who donned a disguise then sort a purely sexual encounter first? Nibbling her lip she had to ball her hands into fists to stop herself running to him. His eyes were almost black and there was no missing the heat in his expression. He wanted her, not a disgusted fantasy, her. But it wasn’t enough. Damn when had she gotten so bloody fussy!
“Forget it Kingsley.” She sighed with loss. “What I want involves marriage and children and love along with those needs.” That should quell any dirty thoughts in his head.
“Could we start with dinner?”
His question caught her off guard. “What?”
“You – me – food and candlelight.”
“Well I…” Her head was spinning; this wasn’t the way she thought it would go. “Huh?”
“I just thought that we should get to know each other a little better before we get married, and could we wait say two years before we start with the kids? I plan on us having a lot of sex over the next few months.”
Her mouth fell open and for a second Hermione thought that she might actually melt in a hot puddle of arousal. It took all her self control to pull her back to reality. “Now you stop that!” Planting her hands on her hips she glared into his grinning face. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but – but…”
His face suddenly fell and Hermione watched in near horror when he stepped away from the door with a mumbled apology. He turned the knob and pulled it open, but this time it was Hermione who threw herself against it, a slightly of kilter smile curling her lips.
“Wait, that came out wrong.” She panted looking up at his now very confused face. Damn he was handsome. “I’d like to have dinner and I have no problem waiting a year or two until we look at marriage and children, although those things will be a deal breaker, and I have no objection what so ever to the sex, lost and lots.” Her face flushed and she had to put her hand up to stop him before he came any closer. “But where did this come from, I didn’t think you even noticed me.”
“Didn’t notice you?” He laughed out loud and collapsed into her chair. “How can I not notice? You flitter around this office in those robes and that brilliant mind. You come in here and I feel instantly more in control of any situation but less in control of myself!”
She giggled and her heart swelled in her chest. She sat on the edge of his desk and smiled, her face glowing. “Really?”
He grinned right back at her and the moment felt perfect. “I’ve seen you duel Miss Granger, and I’ve seen you enjoy it the way I do.” He cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows questioningly. “Feel free to return these sentiments any time.”
Hermione laughed again and blushed. “You have no idea how many times I’ve…” Her gaze swept over his desk to gather her thoughts.
The feather caught her eye and she frowned. Was he still searching for the angel? The thought of him longing for another woman, even though he wanted her was not a positive one and she felt her stomach drop and disappointment swept through her with a force that brought tears to her eyes.
Kingsley watched her more closely and frowned with her when her gaze landed on the feather. Of course she would know about his obsession with the angel. Shit, he swore under his breath and but in those moments Hermione picked up the feather and a strange smile appeared. He watched her shake her head, he watched her quiet laugh then his breath left his body when she looked at him. She pulled a piece of parchment from her pocket and with a deep breath handed it to him.
“Hermione,” he said quietly and accepted the paper. “I should explain about that, you see…”
She cut him off with a wave of her hand and pointed to the parchment. Kingsley couldn’t help but notice the way she nibbled at her bottom lip or the flush that stole up her cheeks. He looked at the parchment and his mouth fell open. It was a receipt for one Wicked Angel costume, brought just before the Ball.
“Are you mad?” she asked tentatively.
His mind was working so fast he could barely keep up. How could he have not known? Looking at her now, perched on the edge of his desk, her curls flowing over her shoulders, those perfect lips, more pink now then the red and those eyes. They were his angle’s eyes, Hermione’s eyes.
“Do you have any idea how much time and money I spent trying to find you?” he growled and jumped to his feet. Two strides carried him to her, and a quick flick of his hands situated him between her thighs, his arms around her waist.
Her smile was back, brilliant and happy, lighting up his world in a way that only she could. “I’m sorry, I’ll pay you back.”
He took the feather from her fingers and ran it down her arm, grinning wickedly at the way it made her tremble. “Yeah, you, me and this feather need to have a,” –kiss - “long,” –kiss- “serious,” –kiss- “discussion about that…”
“Now?” she squeaked.
He gathered her robe higher, revealing more of her long toned thighs. “Now.”
“Here?” She nipped at his bottom lip and he felt it all the way down to his toes.
“Here.” He tore her robe open to reveal her lacy magenta bra and groaned. Fuck she was incredible.
“Wow,” she gasped as his mouth slid hotly down her throat and his dark hands clashed starkly against her creamy thighs when he pulled her closer, forcing his trapped erection against her own covered centre.
“Wow.” He growled against her lips.
The end