Lovers

Part 22: Crack

Looking up at her, his mouth goes dry slightly as he processes what she demanded from him.

"Did I stutter?" She lustfully asks and he doesn't register her question. "Are...are you still not..."

"No..." She starts to frown. "No, not no. I...I...I mean I'm ready...I...I...I mean I wwww...want you."

He stutters like Quirrell, and she smiles once she realize he was really just distracted.

Silence fills the air and now both have raspy low breathing. Their eyes search each other and neither know what to do. It's been a long time since they've been intimate and neither are sure how this is going to go.

Slowly leaning down, Hermione's eyes never leave his as she presses her lips gingerly to his. Her hands loosen on his shirt to find the seam of it. As they pull it slowly up and off his body- raising his arms for her to do so- she bites her bottom lip as if focusing on her mission.

"You're so beautiful." He quietly says before sitting up from his hands and holding onto her hips. "I love you, Hermione."

"I love you." Leaning forward he kisses her lips gingerly as he begins to unbutton her shirt. Everything they do is half the speed they normally would. For some reason this almost cements their true love and feelings into existence. It feels as if this slow tentative speed is going to make them forget about the pain and frustration they've experienced these last few weeks.

Their fingers deftly move over each other. Her skirt having found its way to the floor and their undergarments and any other scrap of clothing joining it. He lays her down and for the longest time their kisses quietly soothe them.

Maybe they're just prolonging the actual event- or maybe they're really just trying to invest what little time they may have left to tend to their estranged lover.

Lining himself up, he looks at her- wondering if this is really what she wants and when no dismay or rejection comes- he figures that is a good enough sign that she wishes to continue.

"Mmmhmm...." She moans slightly as he slowly pushes into her. They catch eyes and Hermione stretches her hand out and her finger tips just barely touch his stomach near his navel. Taking her hand in his, they interlace their fingers together and take a deep breath before they begin.

It's slow and melodically at first.

The rhythm very clean cut and precise in his strokes.

She feels...hollow.

As if nothing ever again could fill her.

She nearly feels numb, but that couldn't truly be the case because she is enjoying the subtle pound of his pelvis pushing in against hers.
She watches him closely, regarding his glazed eyes and now realizing what she herself is feeling.

They simply want to feel normal- but this doesn't feel normal.

They feel nervous and scared of what might result from their actions.

Neither were ready for this.

Neither really wanted the other to feel left behind in their own stupor of emotions.

The only evidence of either of theM enjoying the act is simply that Draco has slowly sped up. He can tell she's not into this. He can simply feel it.

She isn't contracting around him and making it harder for him to push and pull from her due to her excitement. She isn't writhing or moaning- other than the first one. Because of all these signs, he feels horrible for slightly enjoying her body being taken by him.