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tamingthemuseTitle: Anticipation
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: None
Rating: T
Warnings: Suggestive language
Summary: She knew better than to draw it out for this long but it only made it better.
A/N: The strangest things come out of these prompts, I tell ya.
It burned in her guts, crawled along her skin like a thousand ants. There was no way to ignore the power that it held over her; its sway could take her away from her friends and family and make her isolate herself in her quest for more, deeper, faster.
She hated it that she was this way. She wanted to be different, she really did. It seemed that she couldn’t control her own impulses at times, locking herself away at the most inopportune times to fulfill the aching need that filled her bones. It made her do things that she would never do otherwise; lie, cheat, steal moments of time that she should have used doing something else.
She was addicted and couldn’t help herself.
With a sigh, she looked around for her friends and discovered that they were busy playing Quidditch outside. With a secret smile, she tiptoed up the stairs to Ginny's room and locked the door securely behind her.
She kneeled in front of her trunk, smoothing her hands down her pants, the sweat popping out on her forehead in tiny droplets that ran down her temple and dampened her hair. It curled into ringlets where the moisture gathered at her temples and nape, the locks darkening with the salty evidence of her arousal. She licked her lips and stared deep into the trunk, unwilling to hurry the process. It was her release and she would take her time, by Merlin.
When the tension grew until she could stand it no longer, she reached out her hand and touched it lightly, tracing her fingers over its length.
It was firm to touch and oh so warm; she wanted to feel it fully but dared not hurry, wanting to draw it out as long as she could. There were rough and smooth spots along the side; she remembered when she first got it and it was all roughness and heavy in her palms. Her fingers had worn it down over the years as she used it repeatedly to satiate her cravings, but it didn’t worry her. She knew that she could always buy a new one if she needed to.
Finally, unable to stand it much longer, she picked it up and felt its weight in her hands. It was thick and heavy and she sighed in anticipation as she stroked it with her hands. Her breath started coming faster as she held it in her hands, waiting for the right moment to begin.
Another quick glance out of the window revealed that Ron, Ginny, and Harry were still busy with their pick-up game. She sat with her back to the wall and the thing on her lap, her eyes closed in ecstasy at the thoughts of what she was about to do.
Her fingers fluttered over her thighs as it lay in her lap, waiting for her to start her ritual. She touched her finger to her mouth, licking the tip in preparation before she touched it reverently. She was nearly to the point of insanity, she had made herself wait so long.
She should know better than to tease herself to this feverish pitch. The last time that she had done this, she had skipped dinner.
With a final deep breath, Hermione Granger opened the leather cover of “Hogwarts: A History” and settled down to read another chapter about her favorite place in the entire world.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: None
Rating: T
Warnings: Suggestive language
Summary: She knew better than to draw it out for this long but it only made it better.
A/N: The strangest things come out of these prompts, I tell ya.
It burned in her guts, crawled along her skin like a thousand ants. There was no way to ignore the power that it held over her; its sway could take her away from her friends and family and make her isolate herself in her quest for more, deeper, faster.
She hated it that she was this way. She wanted to be different, she really did. It seemed that she couldn’t control her own impulses at times, locking herself away at the most inopportune times to fulfill the aching need that filled her bones. It made her do things that she would never do otherwise; lie, cheat, steal moments of time that she should have used doing something else.
She was addicted and couldn’t help herself.
With a sigh, she looked around for her friends and discovered that they were busy playing Quidditch outside. With a secret smile, she tiptoed up the stairs to Ginny's room and locked the door securely behind her.
She kneeled in front of her trunk, smoothing her hands down her pants, the sweat popping out on her forehead in tiny droplets that ran down her temple and dampened her hair. It curled into ringlets where the moisture gathered at her temples and nape, the locks darkening with the salty evidence of her arousal. She licked her lips and stared deep into the trunk, unwilling to hurry the process. It was her release and she would take her time, by Merlin.
When the tension grew until she could stand it no longer, she reached out her hand and touched it lightly, tracing her fingers over its length.
It was firm to touch and oh so warm; she wanted to feel it fully but dared not hurry, wanting to draw it out as long as she could. There were rough and smooth spots along the side; she remembered when she first got it and it was all roughness and heavy in her palms. Her fingers had worn it down over the years as she used it repeatedly to satiate her cravings, but it didn’t worry her. She knew that she could always buy a new one if she needed to.
Finally, unable to stand it much longer, she picked it up and felt its weight in her hands. It was thick and heavy and she sighed in anticipation as she stroked it with her hands. Her breath started coming faster as she held it in her hands, waiting for the right moment to begin.
Another quick glance out of the window revealed that Ron, Ginny, and Harry were still busy with their pick-up game. She sat with her back to the wall and the thing on her lap, her eyes closed in ecstasy at the thoughts of what she was about to do.
Her fingers fluttered over her thighs as it lay in her lap, waiting for her to start her ritual. She touched her finger to her mouth, licking the tip in preparation before she touched it reverently. She was nearly to the point of insanity, she had made herself wait so long.
She should know better than to tease herself to this feverish pitch. The last time that she had done this, she had skipped dinner.
With a final deep breath, Hermione Granger opened the leather cover of “Hogwarts: A History” and settled down to read another chapter about her favorite place in the entire world.
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Date: 2008-02-24 07:24 pm (UTC)