Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they all belong to the inimitable J.K. Rowling. I just play with them. I'm not making any money, or my student loan company would stop calling me.
Summary: Charlie is hurt while on the job, and it's up to Hermione to makes sure he heals properly.
Warnings: None, really. Just general smut. Here be lemons, people. Don't like it? Don't read it.
Author's/Artist's notes: I wrote this as a gift to luvscharlie at lj for a weasleyfest gift. I hope everyone enjoys it! A big thank you goes out to my beta, Esmesfavoritedaughter here on . Please let me know what you think!
Let It Be, Part 3/3
Hermione placed the book she had been attempting to read back on her bookshelf and opened her window to let in the almost nonexistent summer breeze. Arthur must've forgotten the cooling charms again, Hermione thought to herself as she wiped the sweat off her forehead onto the hem of her tee shirt for what seemed like the umpteenth time. She plopped onto her back on her bed and stared at the cracks in the ceiling, pondering what she was going to do to beat the heat.
Charlie stopped in the doorway, unnoticed, temporarily pausing in his trek to the kitchen after a cool drink. He crossed his bulky arms across his broad chest and
observed the girl, no, woman, he reminded himself, laying on the bed. His hand itched to run itself through the curly brown locks fanned across the pillow. He felt a stirring in his groin as his eyes raked over her skin tight shirt and short denim shorts, frayed at the legs that she referred to as "Daisy Duke's".
"Is there something you want or are you going to stare at me all day?" Hermione asked without taking her eyes off the ceiling. Charlie grinned at her straightforwardness. If there was something he hated about the birds he normally spent time with, it was their tendency to beat around the bush. His mum and Hermione seemed to be the only two women who would give it to him straight, and that made him respect them both that much more. He ran another appreciative glance over her body, knowing that the summer clothes were probably the closest thing to a naked Hermione he would get. His desire to have her writhing beneath him had risen exponentially in the few minutes of silence following her question.
"What are you doing?" He asked, still leaning in the doorway and mentally slapping himself. What kind of inane question was that? She would think him some sort of letch, staring at her like a starving man would stare at a piece of meat. What the heck was wrong with him?
Hermione sighed in response, pulling him from his thoughts. She still stared at the ceiling, not turning to face him. She was hyper-aware of the brawny, sexy man staring lasciviously at her, and she knew that if she encouraged him closer he would smell the pheromones rolling off her, and get a great laugh at her expense. Sure, she could flirt with the best, but Charlie still considered her his little brother's brainy friend, not a woman who was ready to pounce on him given the opportunity. No, Hermione thought, I will not make a fool of myself. If he's interested, he'll make a move. She turned to him, amber eyes meeting blue-green, and continued, "I was just looking for shapes in the cracks," she gestured upwards with one hand and Charlie's gaze followed, thoughts of that small hand wrapped around his cock causing him to suppress a small groan.
"See, that one there? It looks a lot like Ron's…"
"Want to go swimming?" Charlie cut her off, not wanting to know the intimate details of his baby brother's physique.
"What?" she asked, confused, the grinned at him in understanding. "Really, Charlie, I was going to say his foot."
"'Course you were," Charlie mumbled in reply, rolling his eyes at her. "So, fancy a swim? It's bloody hot in here." He gave her his most charming smile, knowing that no bird could turn it down.
Apparently, Hermione was the exception. She rolled her eyes in response before replying as she stood up and started rummaging through drawers, "I suppose
so. I'll need to change, though."
"Change away, I don't mind." Charlie smirked at her in response. Hermione looked up from her wardrobe where she had pulled out a pair of thong sandals, and shook her head at him. She reached up and grabbed his shoulders, physically turning him around and pushing him out of the doorway by placing both hands on the small of his back and pushing with all of her strength, causing him to stumble a bit, as she shouted,
"I don't think so, you prat!" then slammed the door in his face, yelling through the thin wood, "I'll meet you downstairs in ten minutes!" Charlie chuckled in response before heading back to his own bedroom to change, his limp now barely perceptible. He shook his head at himself, wondering what he was getting into.
Fifteen minutes later found Charlie and Hermione changed into swimsuits and walking down a path through the back yard of the Burrow, headed for a large pond on the back part of the property. When they reached the water's edge, Charlie set down the picnic basket he had thrown together while waiting for Hermione to finish changing, and transfigured a leaf into a blanket. He spread the blanket under a shady tree and sat down on it, watching avidly as Hermione pulled off the wraparound cover she had thrown on over her gold bikini. Charlie let out a low whistle as he raked his eyes up her long legs and over her firm bum. His gaze didn't make it any further north before she giggled and threw her wrap over his head. He yanked it off, chuckling, just in time to hear her splashing
into the water.
"I thought you wanted to swim, Charlie, not lay about all day!" She yelled from the middle of the pond, splashing a bit of water towards him. He smiled lazily at her before replying,
"I thought I'd get a bit of sun, first. Been cooped up in the house too long." In reality, he had reacted to her legs and bum like any man would, and he knew standing up would give him away. There was no way that she would miss the erection poking out from the front of his shorts. He tried desperately to think of something else, anything else, and settled on his brother Percy naked. He felt his hard-on deflate, to his relief, the same time he heard Hermione yell,
"I think you're just scared! Or maybe you can't swim? It's not deep at all, see?"
With that, she stood up, the water only coming up to the middle of her waist, and his cock was immediately hard again with the sight of her wet hair hanging down over her perky breasts, rivulets of water running down her face and arms. He imagined tracing his tongue along the trek of the drop of water running between her breasts into her cleavage. He could see her tits were the perfect size to fit into his hands, neither too big nor too small, and her narrow waist was perfect for wrapping his large hands around and pulling her toward him while he ravished her mouth. He realized he hadn't answered her, and shook himself before standing. Thankfully, she had ducked under the water again, giving him ample opportunity to hide his raging erection under the water before she got an eyeful.
When Hermione came back up and rubbed her eyes, Charlie was no longer laying on the blanket. As she turned to look for him, she felt a large arm snake its way around her waist and she was pulled backwards through the water to a firm, broad chest and chiseled stomach.
"Do I look scared to you, little girl?" Charlie growled in her ear. The cool water had done little to help with his growing problem, and he was tired of playing games. Charlie wanted to know if he was what she wanted or not, because if she backed out now, he would need to go take a seriously cold shower.
"No, not scared at all. You're quite comfy, you know?" She replied, laying her head back onto his shoulder and grabbing his arm with both hands, using him to support herself as she relaxed against him. She turned her head to face him and her eyes met his, and they were brimming with unasked questions.
Not wanting to psychoanalyze her emotions, she pushed up on his arm and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. She pulled back just enough to see if he was disgusted with the idea of kissing his brother's bookwormy friend, but the only emotion she found was pure, unadulterated lust. Charlie turned her to face him before kissing her back, hard, almost bruising her lips. He pulled away and smirked,
"Gods, Hermione, do you know how long I've wanted to do that?"
"I think I've got an idea. C'mere," she replied, pulling him down to her, ravishing his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hands through his hair and wrapping her legs around his waist, feeling his hard-on pressing her in the stomach. She pulled away from his mouth and grinned before asking,
"I think someone else wants to say hello."
"I'm sure he does," Charlie mumbled in response, between nibbles to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, "Do you want to say hi back?" Hermione responded by shifting her hips against him, causing him to groan. Hermione felt the water shifting around them and realized that Charlie was walking them back to the blanket. She started to put her legs down but Charlie held them firmly in place with his arms as he walked.
"You're fine, Luv." He explained, in between kisses and nibbles to her neck. She ran her hands across his shoulders and down his back as far as she could reach, and finally rested her hands on the cheeks of his bum. He lay her down on his blanket and lay down next to her, snuggling her next to him before speaking.
"You sure you wanna do this, Hermione? I'm nothing if not a gentleman, just say the word and I'll go inside and take a cold shower."
Hermione nodded in understanding before pulling his head down where she could look him in the eyes before replying,
"Shut up and kiss me." Charlie grinned and chuckled. He liked a woman that knew what she wanted, and Hermione seemed to always know what she wanted. She proved this theory by taking this matter in hand and running her hand down his six pack and under the waistband of his shorts, grabbing his member and giving it one long stroke, causing him to moan into her mouth. He grabbed her hand and rolled on top of her, pinning both of her arms above her head before speaking huskily into her ear, causing shivers to run down her spine.
"Oh, no, not this time, little girl. I'm in control here, understood?" Hermione grinned and nodded in response as she arched up into him. He chuckled at her before asking, "Are you going to keep your arms up here, or do I have to bind you?" She whimpered and nodded in response, arching into him again, causing him to laugh again and ask, "Eager, aren't we?"
"Charlieeee…" she whimpered, wiggling underneath him, causing a jolt to go straight to his groin, taking all his self-control to not moan at the sensation. He kissed her passionately in response, their tongues dueling for control, before pulling away and asking in a husky timbre,
"What do you want, Luv? Tell me."
"I want you, Charlie," she whimpered in response.
"You want me to what? Tell me, Hermione." He replied, reaching behind her neck to untie the string to her top, and then doing the same with the string tied behind her back. He threw the garment to the side as she muttered in reply,
"Touch me, Charlie. Kiss me. Fuck me. Is that good enough for you?"
Charlie let out a soft moan as he laved her left nipple, and used the fingers of his left hand to tweak her right, causing her to arch her back and whimper some more. "I think you covered everything. Protection?"
"I'm on the muggle pill and the potion, so no worries there."
"Mmmm…good," he mumbled in reply as he kissed a trail from her cleavage, up her neck and to her ear, his left hand trailing down her stomach to the waistband of her suit bottoms. "No more baby Weasleys just yet. Maybe later."
Hermione started at this. Did that mean there would be a next time? She knew they would have to talk about this like adults, eventually, but for the moment the sensations in her womb were almost too much to handle. If Charlie didn't do something to give her some relief soon, she would flip him onto his back and have her way with him. As if he could read her thoughts, he untied her bottoms and encouraged her to lift her bum so he could remove them and toss them to the side with the top and her wrap. She whimpered again when she felt a cool breeze run across her most intimate parts, then Charlie running his hand through her lower curls as he passionately kissed her again. Their agreement about her arms staying above her head was completely forgotten as he rubbed circles around her clitoris, occasionally dipping a finger inside of her, only to pull it out and start his maddening massage again. Her fingernails scrabbled against his shoulders and she kissed him, moaning into his mouth, progressively getting louder as she reached completion. He pulled his hand away and removed his shorts right as she was reaching her peak, and she settled back into the blanket as he hovered above her and whispered in her ear,
"Want you to come with me in you. I want to feel that heat around my cock. I'm going to fuck you now, just like you wanted." She arched up to meet him as he guided himself to her entrance and pushed into her heat, groaning as he hit her cervix, then stopped to let her adjust to his girth.
"Oh, holy Hades, Charlie," she whimpered, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lay over her, resting his weight on his elbows and nipping and laving at her nipples in turn. "You feel so good in me, and you fill me up so well," she whimpered against his hair, and at this statement he kissed her again with the fiery passion that she was growing to love. When he thought she was adjusted to him enough, he started a slow rhythm, knowing that if he moved any faster he would lose it, and he wanted nothing more than to make her come again. A few long minutes and strokes later, she came undone underneath him, grasping his shoulders so hard he was sure she drew blood, whimpering and moaning into his mouth. He came shortly afterward, with a noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a grunt. He rolled off of her, not wanting to smother her, and grabbed his wand to cast cleaning charms over both of them then wrapping them up in his blanket, snuggling up next to her.
Hermione grinned when she heard the soft snores over her shoulder. She shrugged to herself before getting comfortable with Charlie's arm lying possessively around her waist, and dozed off. Half an hour later, the sun had moved across the sky enough to blast its heat down onto their faces, causing them to wake up sticky and sweaty. Hermione felt her tummy rumble and looked at the picnic basket curiously, and Charlie grinned in response as he sat up.
"Hungry, Luv?" he asked, pulling his shorts back on and tossing her wrap to her. She pulled it on and nodded, not trusting her voice just yet. He started pulling out the simple fare of bread, bologna and cheese and set about to making two large sandwiches when she finally spoke up.
"Charlie, we need to talk about this."
"Talk about what, Hermione?" He asked, looking up from the basket and meeting her worried gaze with amusement sparkling in his eyes.
"Weeelll…" she faltered, not knowing how to start, "About us. I mean this." She gestured between the two of them and smiled gratefully as he handed her one of the sandwiches.
"What about us?" He asked before taking a large bite out of his own sandwich. Hermione nibbled at hers while she collected her thoughts. Swallowing, she continued,
"I guess what I'm trying to ask is if you consider this, oh, I don't know, serious?"
"Serious how?" He asked, bemused. He was interested to see where she was going with this line of questioning.
"Are we serious?"
"I try not to be Sirius at all if I can help it, takes all the fun out of life." He replied with a grin as he tapped a glass with his wand and it filled up with water before handed it to her. She took it from him with a smile and replied,
"You know what I mean, Charlie. Where do we go from here? You do have to go back to work soon, and so do I. What do we do about us? Is there even an 'us'? Was this just a one time thing? Are you going to want to see me again? Are we…" Charlie stopped her frantic questions by leaning over and placing a kiss on her lips, effectively silencing her, before replying.
"Yes, there's an 'us', or at least I hope so, or I'll feel like a bloody fool for taking advantage of you like that." Hermione blushed at this admission as he continued, "And as far as lives and jobs, we'll take it one day at a time. We'll figure it out. We are a wizard and witch, aren't we? Travel is amazingly simple for us. If it works out, great! If it doesn't, we'll at least be able to say we gave it a shot, right? Now, c'mere and give me a hug, Luv."
Hermione smiled sweetly at his encouraging words. He was right, they would make it work. They were both stubborn Gryffindors, after all, and if two stubborn lions couldn't make a long-distance relationship work, who could? She snuggled up next to him, the arm he had proffered for a hug wrapping around her shoulders. He summoned the blanket to them and wrapped it around them, the shade from the tree and the water and sweat left on their bodies making the earlier heat a distant memory.
Molly Weasley set her purchases down on the dining table and set her hefty frame in one of the chairs as she let out a breath. Her bones didn't seem to want to carry her around quite as long anymore, and she was glad for the cool evening after such a warm day. She wondered how Hermione and Charlie had gotten along alone all day without her there. The house was quiet, unusual for that time of day, and she wondered where everyone was. She knew that Ginny and Harry were going out for the evening, and that Fred and George would be at the shop for another hour or so. She glanced at her clock, seeing that Arthur and Percy were both still at work. Bill and Fleur were at home, probably doting on Victoire like all new parents were wont to do. That only left her two charges, and she was becoming more curious about where they had gotten off to, as Charlie's hand was still on "home".
As she started putting away the food she had bought at market, she peeked out the window toward the old fishpond on the back side of the yard, and saw Charlie and Hermione sitting at the edge of the water, chatting quietly, wrapped up in a green blanket she didn't immediately recognize. She debated calling them to the house to wash up for dinner, then stopped herself. Let it be, she thought to herself with a small smile as she started chopping onions for her soup.