Dark, Twisted and Time Turned

Chapter 30: Golden Touch and Silver Chains

(*warning: sex, drugs, drinking, language)

Abraxas murmurs several charms as they slip through the empty halls, ensuring that if anyone came through Abraxas would be alerted. She was walking swiftly, attempting not to make a singling clicking sound from her shoes as he led her towards his room, his signet touching hers. The bedroom door clicks behind her, and she murmurs a quiet locking charm as she leans into his embrace.

"Fuck, you look good tonight," she mutters, and his brows shoot up as his face reddens with surprise.

"I- Salazar, Hermione, you don't have to word it that way." He murmurs, leaning down to nestle his face in the crook of her neck, lips brushing her throat. "I have far more words to describe you."

"I'm sure you do," she replies breathily, leaning her head to offer him access. His mouth kisses a line to her jaw, gently moving against hers. Her hands surf up to remove the coat of his suit, tugging his tie to pull him closer to her. He tasted sweet, of dittany smoke and whatever he had been drinking, and his cologne envelopes her as they hold each other. She feels his fingers begin to unlace the back of her dress, and she moves his other hand down from her waist, to cup the swell of her hip. "You're sure about this? You want this?" She pulls away long enough to murmur the question, watching his face. His eyes meet hers under heavy lids.

"Salazar, yes, I want this and you." He whispers, and tugs at another lace. She feels the dress loosen from her chest, and his lips coast her collar. Her breath hitches in her throat as the silky fabric slides off her body, leaving her nearly entirely exposed in his arms. "Fuck," he inhales sharply, looking down at her body, taking her in as his face steadily turned pink. She starts at his words; he doesn't curse often. "Fuck, you're so beautiful." He lifts her suddenly as he leans back, and he settles her into his lap as he finds his desk chair. His hands cradle the curves of her hips, caressing over her bare skin with the barest touch of his finger tips. He pulls her closer as their lips lock again, deepening as heat grows between them. She can feel a stirring deep in her belly as his hands dip around to touch to inners of her thighs. She gasps, tensing briefly, and he quickly removes his hands.

"Is this alright? We can stop, are you okay?" She runs her fingers through his hair, ruining the careful job he'd done to gel it back, and smiles at him.

"Very okay. Just surprised me, is all. Promise," she insists, at his wary look. "Try here." She whispers, placing one of his hands on her thigh. He grips it and pulls her closer, landing a kiss between her breasts.

"Oh, Gods," she breathes, pressing against him as his fingers dip lower on her thighs, and his other hand tangles into her curls.

"Good?"

"Yes. Very," she breathes, feeling heat pooling in her loins, a wetness soaking into her knickers. A finger tentatively brushes her, feeling her through the thin fabric, and he gently tugs the fabric aside.

"At any point- tell me, tell me if you don't want it and I'll stop." He says, kissing her chastely. She closes her eyes and leans into him, as his fingers hesitantly press into her feminine heat.

"Oh, Brax," she hisses, pressing him in deeper. "Salazar that's good." The heel of his thumb brushes her clit and she gasps, jerking her body in surprise. He pauses, and purposely nudges the same bundle of nerves, eliciting the same thrilling electric response. Her hand coasts over the hardness in his pants, palming it through the fabric. "I need you." She mutters, grinding herself against him. He kisses her collar again.

"Soon, my love. I don't want to hurt you." He pumps his fingers slowly within her, thumb nudging her clit repeatedly until she was breathing hard against him, whimpering and wet with desire.