selcouth // h. granger

◤cwtch◢

Kuh-tch /kʊtʃ/
noun; Welsh
more than a cuddle or a hug: when you give someone a cwtch, you figuratively give them a 'safe space.'

cw: sexual content; we've also got some more attacks, my friends

also, I seem to be crying at every chapter I write now... enjoy!

☠︎~~~☠︎

90
Bird of time-
in Kyoto, pining
for Kyoto

Notes by Elara: T̶h̶e̶ ̶b̶i̶r̶d̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶p̶i̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶K̶y̶o̶t̶o̶,̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶I̶'̶m̶ ̶p̶i̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ That wasn't funny-

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Elara couldn't sleep. Not after that.

Funnily enough, Hermione could, as she was sleeping right next to Elara, arm wrapped around her waist and both their legs entangled with the others. Still, the point here was Elara most definitely couldn't. It was probably nearing dawn, and there were classes in a few hours, but, despite that, she still couldn't, and hadn't been able to for hours. Again, not after that.

Mainly because Hermione most definitely got her back for what Elara pulled the Friday before the Hogsmeade trip. Now, Elara certainly understood the frustration and annoyance Hermione had felt, notwithstanding her own that night. Same feeling, a different point of view.

The whole ordeal was painfully slow yet full of compliments, but perhaps that was the best option. Elara didn't know. Still, Hermione started with simple kisses down Elara's chest, taking her sweet time with her movements. The lower her lips went, the higher her fingers did, two of them pressing into and massaging the inside of Elara's thigh. And all Elara could do was plead and complain and implore as Hermione left hickeys in each spot her lips touched delicately, and she didn't even make an effort to shut Elara up. Elara found herself annoying (Hermione didn't), but she wanted it, and she wanted it right then and there.

At some point, Elara tried to do it herself, and Hermione didn't let her. To quote, Hermione hushed her gently with something along the lines of, "Be patient, Mellilla. You look stunning." Elara whined despairingly at the time and felt all too vulnerable and helpless under Hermione's touch, yet combined with the sparks of ecstasy, it ultimately felt good. Great. All of the positive adjectives she could think of.

Of course, Elara didn't have enough composure remaining to say that coherently, but Hermione caught the message with her pants and cries of desperation. By the time Hermione got to the point Elara wanted her to be, Elara was practically begging, leaning hopelessly against the headboard. Fucking finally, and Elara voiced that, and Hermione did as she asked.

Elara's whines turned into soft moans, begs to ask to start turning into not to stop and using Hermione's name to complain turned to using it in small cries of pleasure. Not Granger, or darling or Étoile, just 'Hermione.' Needless to say, Hermione absolutely loved the effect she had on her, leaving rewarding kisses on Elara's collarbone each time her name was said. The simple gesture only made Elara's moans louder each time.

Yeah. Long story short, it didn't take long for Hermione to make Elara become completely undone.  It was undoubtedly the best feeling Elara's felt in her life. Like all the pressure that had been building up all this time got released in one, fluent, utterly amazing moment, and she could feel her heart beating in multiple places. As she had her back arched, she fell against the wood of the headboard and pillows stacked against it, doing her best to catch her breath. She was unable to think properly for a few moments, as her mind was a whirr of mainly bloody fucking hell... do it again.