Over Parchment Burned By Fireworks (Fremione Fanfic)

Chapter 10: Gently

*Warning: This chapter includes activities of a sexual nature.*

With an intense want. Gently, with lust so strong it hurt. Gently, with greed for him and only him. His hand on her breast was starting a fire in her. A fire that had the potential to turn into an undying blaze if not careful. She's never wanted someone to be closer to her in her life. And she knew he felt the same just by the way he was making her feel.

Suddenly with little warning, the softness of his lips settled on her nipple, his tongue drawing slow circles around it repeatedly. "Fred." She breathed as she felt his lips kiss and suck. She was doomed and she knew it. The feeling was too addictive for her not to be doomed. The thought made her want more.

And more was what she got, as she noticed his hand slowly trailing its way down her stomach to the band of her pants, teasing her out of her senses. Her stomach muscles couldn't stop flinching and shuddering. "You're perfect." Fred mumbled against her skin as he found his way back to her lips again.

Those words almost made her melt right there and then, she even slouched slightly as he kissed her hard again. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he moved his hand down further, resting it over her private area outside her pants. The butterflies that had once been occupying her whole body were now all gathered down there. Her lower abdomen stung with desire.

The pressure of his hand alone made her want to just surrender herself to him entirely. That's how much she trusted him in that moment. How she knew he would never put her in harm's way.

"Can I put my hand down your pants?" He looked into her eyes with a loving yet serious stare. He wanted her permission before every serious move he made. "Yes, you can." The second she said 'yes' he played with the band of her pants again before slipping his hand down inside, to be met with a thin layer of cloth, her underwear.

It was warm against the skin of his fingers, it felt incredible. For him and for her. She shuddered at his touch, a sign of her body craving more as he rubbed up against her underwear. She could have him right now, in this very moment. She was so close to having him.

But it had gone too far. It was a recipe for disaster if they went any further...it was a bad idea, no matter how delicious the recipe sounded.

"Wait." She breathed and Fred's hand immediately stopped moving, he stopped moving entirely, "We shouldn't..." Hermione could barely find the strength in her to look at him as his eyes slowly looked at her face.

He didn't say a word, just took his hand out of her pants slowly, his fingertips hitting off the bare skin of her stomach unintentionally giving her goosebumps.

"I'm sorry." He murmured, Hermione couldn't hear anything but the pain in his voice that he was trying so hard to cover up. He looked dejected but he seemed to hide it with a straight face of dignity as if this didn't affect him in the slightest. When it did.

It really did.

He bent down and picked his shirt off the floor, shaking it off before scrunching it up and pulling it down over his head and arms. Hermione fumbled behind her for her own shirt but Fred leaned in and picked it up for her. She couldn't ignore the warmth that radiated off his body when he leaned in. His breath heated the air by her ear for all of two seconds before he placed her shirt in her lap.

Not a word was spoken as she put on her shirt and pushed herself off the table to tie the buttons. Fred couldn't help but watch. Her fingers manoeuvring the cloth gently around each button. How she bit her lip as she focused. Funny how they both seemed to struggle with buttons at the best of times. Needless to say, she didn't want him, she may have in that time of initial shock but once the shock had vanished, so did her lust for him.