FIC: Charlie/Hermione: Summer Heat (NC-17)

[thescarletwoman]

I'm slowly getting up and around. I'm majorly behind on comments right now, and I realise that. But they'll be answered soon. But instead; I offer fic. And it's being posted here because I'm too lazy to toss it up in the other journal. It'll be archived there in a little bit. :)

Title: Summer Heat
Author: thescarletwoman
Pairing: Charlie/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's hot... and Hermione searches for a way to cool off.
A/N: A gift fic for inell that she requested from me a while back and I finally wrote and also the posting of happily coincides with her anniversary of fic writing. She requested a Charlie/Hermione fic that was "post-Hogwarts, summer heat, lemonade with ice, thin sundress and a dragon tatoo". Hope you like it hon, and thanks to Rose for my beta.



Somewhere around noon the day's temperature had taken a drastic turn from warm to oppressive. No matter where Hermione went, she couldn't find a spot to cool down. If the inside of the house was an oven, it was nothing compared to the blast furnace outside. Not even cooling charms were breaking through the heat of the day.

In other words, it was hot.

The sweat seemed to roll off her body, her hair clinging in thin strands around her face. In the back of her mind, Hermione could hear her mother nagging over her use of terminology. Pigs sweat, men perspire, women glow.

Hermione looked at herself in the mirror: slightly flushed, a thin sheen of 'glow' covering her entire body and her hair sticking uncomfortably to her back. Women may glow, but on a day like this, she was sweating -- there were no two ways about it.

Completely nude and not caring about her present state of nudity, Hermione padded from the bathroom into the bedroom in an attempt to find the coolest article of clothing she owned. She pawed through her drawers, bent over completely as she searched. Now of course would have been a perfect time for Charlie to come in... push her against a wall...

Hermione, the heat is getting to your head.

Of course, wall-sex had been on the agenda last night. They had to have something to change up the 'normal' routine of things and sex against the bedroom wall had certainly done the trick. Having sex the same way two days in a row and there was always the risk of their sex life getting stagnant. And they certainly couldn't have that. Hermione glanced towards the bathroom, a small smile creeping across her face. With the heat today a shower didn't seem like such a bad idea.

Nor was the idea of having company in said shower.

Her fingers closed around a light pink and white polka-dot cotton sundress and she pulled it from the drawer. Not exactly the most stylish piece of clothing in the world but at least it would be cool.

Hermione pulled it over her head and immediately the material clung to her body like a second skin. She sighed to herself, picking at the material in a vain attempt to smooth it down rather than see wrinkles all across her stomach, but the dress refused to budge. Grumbling to herself, she knew she would just have to deal with a dress that showed off every bloody curve and the slight hardness of her nipples from her shower fantasy.

If tomorrow was this hot as well, there was going to be hell to pay. She wasn't sure who would pay for the transgression of hot weather, but idle threats made her feel better about the current weather situation.

Heading downstairs, the heat seemed to become even more oppressive if that was even possible. It was as if she was descending into the seventh circle of hell with this high temperature.

Though technically, descending into hell would mean the temperature would be cooling off which would be a blessing. Wonder where that copy of the Inferno went to anyway...

Hermione entered the kitchen and noticed a slight change in temperature in that room. She pushed her hair back from her face, feeling the strands of hair stick to her forehead from sweat. Hermione wasn't sure which she would prefer more; hair soaking wet from sweat or frizzy from humidity. In any case, it most likely would begin to frizz within a few hours. At least now she had a bit of a reprieve. Though tell that to her hair as it stuck to the back of her neck, Hermione thought with a grumble, pulling it away from her skin and letting it fall. It was hot -- there was all there was to it.

When it was hot, Hermione always remembered her mother making lemonade in the summer months when she was younger. She was sure Charlie would appreciate the gesture when he returned home from the colony. Hermione searched through the cupboards and the refrigerator, gathering up the ingredients to make the lemonade. Of course, she could have just made it with a flick of her wand, but where was the fun in that? Besides, Hermione reasoned, Charlie wouldn't be home for at least an hour and making lemonade would be the perfect way to pass the time.

Not but ten minutes later did arms wrap around her from behind and Hermione sank back as far into the embrace as she dared before the extra body heat became unbearable. Charlie placed a quick kiss on the top of her head then released her, stepping away and leaning against the counter.

"Looks like you managed to keep busy today."

Hermione shrugged. "Just a pitcher of lemonade," she replied. "It's not like it's an earth shattering event or anything."

A glass was handed over to Charlie, condensation already forming on the outside. She kept one for herself, taking a long drink, a tiny bit of lemonade escaping the glass and dribbling down her chin. Hermione chuckled to herself, wiping her chin with the back of her hand.

"You missed a spot," Charlie said, finishing his glass and pouring another for himself.

"Where?" Hermione asked, wiping her chin off.

Charlie set his glass down, and approached Hermione. He bent down and kissed her, his tongue darting out and licking the few drops off her chin she had missed. "Right there," he said, picking up his glass again and drinking.

Hermione drew in a breath, feeling her knickers grow damp just from the brief touch from Charlie. He always seemed to have this effect on her; no matter what he did, he could always arouse.

Backing Charlie against the counter, Hermione's hands went to his waist, unfastening his trousers and pulling them down quickly. His cock was already half-erect but several strokes of her hand on his hot flesh made him hard and ready for her. She ignored his cock for the time being and allowed her hands to explore other parts of his body. Fingertips trailed along his thighs as she lowered herself to her knees, putting Hermione at eye-level with the dragon tattoo that curled around Charlie's hipbone. She traced the tattoo first with her fingertip, then leaned closer and followed the outline of the tattoo with her tongue.

Above her, Charlie made soft whimpering noises, his hands tangling in the frizz of curls that was once her hair. So much for sweaty hair, Hermione thought idly. Charlie's hands tried to move her head towards his cock but Hermione refused to be budged. Instead she teased, her tongue flicking over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh as she slowly licked a trail towards his cock. She nuzzled her nose in the nestle of curls in the vee of his thighs then finally took him into her mouth as he had been waiting for.

Charlie's knees buckled slightly but he used the countertop to regain his balance. Hermione licked and sucked as if trying to draw every drop from him. He pushed her away a moment later with a slight shake of his head and in a movement that made Hermione's head spin, she found herself on the counter; her legs spread and Charlie pulling soaked knickers down her thighs. They met in open-mouthed kisses, Charlie peeling her sweat-soaked sundress from her body to pool around her waist. His large, calloused hands covered her breasts, palming them and rolling her nipples in his hands, bringing them to aroused peaks. Hermione tossed her head back in a silent moan, begging Charlie for more.

His hands seemed to be everywhere at once and suddenly the heat didn't matter anymore. Hermione arched her back to meet his hands and his thrusts and then he was in her and her world seemed to condense to just them and this. She rocked against him, his hands and the countertop supporting them. Her legs wrapped around his waist, driving each of his thrusts further into her. Charlie ran his hand down her chest and abdomen, sliding between him and his thumb found her clit, rubbing it and bringing her to her peak.

Hermione came, her inner muscles tightening around Charlie; her nails scratching his shoulder as she fought to cling to anything real. Charlie's orgasm wasn't but a moment later, spilling inside her; his head dropping to her shoulder. Sweat from his hair trailed down her back and the two simply clung to each other in the aftermath. Charlie lifted his head and slipped out of Hermione, brushing her hair from her face. He lightly kissed her, the tenderness of the kiss in stark contrast to the frenzied pace of their lovemaking only a moment ago.

The lemonade she had prepared so carefully had been knocked over at some point and was now dripping onto the floor. Now that she had come back to her body, Hermione realised she was even sitting in a small puddle of lemonade. She shifted slightly, trying to move away from the liquid, feeling sticky from sweat and sticky from sugar.

"We made quite a mess, didn't we?" Charlie said with a laugh, gesturing toward the broken pitcher and the lemonade as it steadily dripped to the ground.

"You're telling me," Hermione replied. "You're not sitting in it."

Laughing, Charlie picked Hermione up in his arms, leaving the mess in the kitchen for later.

"Someone could use a shower, I think," he said, stepping over the broken glass and carrying Hermione towards the bedroom.

Hermione grinned. It looked like she would get her shower with company after all.